You walk into a village, and everyone is wearing wooden shoes. They stare at your leather and rubber boots because you’re obviously a fing idiot. Who the f wears s* like that? In fact, you should probably be burned at the stake just to be safe.
That’s IQ for you. You have a bunch of bullshit questions that are supposed to assess your supposed intelligence. But what the questions REALLY test is how much you think like the person that wrote the test. If you don’t think the same, if you don’t have the same background and thought, you are condemned.
You stupid f*. You f*ing heretic.
My IQ is 250 and I say IQ is a bunch of bullshit. It’s institutionalized provinciality, plain and simple.
Just because I might know about certain Eurocentric history, values, and ideology doesn’t mean I am more INTELLIGENT than someone that has an equivalent of Afrocentric knowledge. Or even, let’s say, someone that instead has a particular understanding of baseball history, or of the development of eastern philosophies.
But apparently it means I AM more intelligent. I have a higher IQ after all. Why don’t I go find some people that think like me and we can all say we’re smarter than everyone else? Hey, let’s make others think they are inferior by publishing the results of our supposedly unbiased tests. Those stupid f*ers can carry our heavy stuff and do our work for us. After all, they’re stupider than we are. We deserve the good stuff in life, we few who know how to think correctly.
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On the topic of mass murder and other stuff -
Life, as most people understand it, must kill to survive. This is a basic principle of nature. Point to the wolf whose jaws are dripping with a rabbit’s blood (eek!). Poor bunny. But how many countless carrots and cabbages has the bunny ravaged? So maybe it is plants that are innocent. But look at any forest that’s been around for a while; why do trees grow taller than others? To rise above other trees to get the nutrients that tree needs. Even trees, even fungus, compete to stay alive.
When you eat a hamburger, you don’t personally go out and hit a cow with a maul, scattering bits of bone, blood, and brain, skin it and dispose of what you don’t like to eat, suspend it for a while so the blood drips out, carve chunks out of the corpse, then painstakingly remove the extra bits of flesh from bone, grind those bits up into a mash, fry that mash up, and pop the result on a bun with pickles. Oh no. You think you are civilized because you don’t have to deal with the whole mess. Because YOU get a hamburger wrapped in a nice bit of paper, with mayonnaise, ketchup, pickles, tomato, and lettuce, you are a civilized person that does not kill to get your food. The very thought of killing is abhorrent to you. You are anti-fur and anti-leather. You oppose clubbing baby seals. And yet . . . hamburgers taste good and are convenient, so you eat them. You ignore the blood on your hands!
So if you think about it, if individuals must kill, even indirectly to survive, what can be said of societies? What is it that a society must destroy to survive? And of course, the answer is individuality, even to the point of complete and utter destruction of particular individuals. If you don’t agree with me, then consider the law. Most of the law exists to restrict individual freedoms. Granted, such restrictions are to protect either other individuals or the society at large. But they DO restrict individual freedoms.
So here you are, the product of a particular Westernized society (even Eastern societies are Westernized), thinking you are not a bloody-handed barbarian because your hamburger comes wrapped in a nice bit of paper, and thinking you are civilized because you are TOLD you are civilized. You can ignore the bloody and nasty work that goes into making your hamburger, like you can conveniently ignore the lives that are destroyed and effectively enslaved by the society you live in, even if YOUR life is one of those lives, because it is all walled up nicely by laws and conventions and things like chewing with your mouth closed. Your individual freedoms are being restricted by the society you live in, and more and more of your freedoms, and more and more of the fruits of your labor are being stolen from you, and from the children you may have, even at this moment. But because the oppression is done by uniformed and polite policemen, by lawyers that profess to practice “law and justice”, by politicians that are supposedly doing something for your own good, because all the other cows in the slaughterhouse are walking meekly alongside you, because you don’t see the hammer descending upon you just yet, you meekly go along with it. Oh, you might catch a whiff of blood now and then, and you might roll your eyes and moo once in a while, but you keep going and moving forward, just like you’re supposed to, just like me and pretty much everyone else.
“Animal Farm” is a wonderful and instructional book. But imagine if it had been taken a step further, that pigs were slaughtered and sold for their meat, that there were a regime of pig enforcers, who in turn when getting old and useless were slaughtered for their meat, with only a few pigs escaping the butcher’s block - the few, the elite, the absolute pinnacle of the farmyard society. That is the natural order of things that societies currently devolve into; a natural order that can only be prevented by a regime that includes proper education (by which I do not refer to typical currently approved curriculum.) That is to say, proper education is not ENOUGH, but it is a START - but even that that START is nowhere near being put into action.
But at any rate, what does this have to do with Hitler? Or Stalin? Or whoever else? The fact is, well, let’s face it, death camps are a nasty piece of business. But so is the slaughterhouse that produces hamburgers. Certain leaders in world history decided to go with things that are currently thought of as unpalatable, like mass murder, or book burning, or what have you. Of those, some won, and some lost. Of those that won, they ended up in control of the police and the media, and the majority of the people were pointed away from the blood and the gore from the big slaughterhouses of the past, and away from the current slaughterhouses, and away from the construction sites for future slaughterhouses. The LOSERS, though, had their slaughterhouses flung open to the public, with guided tours “for instructional purposes” set up by the winners. Look at all the unsightly blood and gore! Look at what we have saved you from!
So you can point fingers at the German death camps and say “They killed Jews, how horrible!” Ignoring the fact that such camps were not simply for Jews, but for political dissidents and other discontents. Ignoring the fact that the German war effort required resources to keep running, that food sent to feed the populaces of growing prisoner camps would have been food taken from the mouths of loyal German citizens and soldiers. Ignoring, ignoring, ignoring, because you are TAUGHT to ignore, because the guided tour of the German slaughterhouse and the disgusted noises your tour guides and fellow tourists made during the tour make you think that THEIR solution was barbaric and unacceptable!
Ignoring other offenses committed by the Allies - American concentration camps, or Stalin’s purges, and so forth - what about the citizens of Hiroshima and Nagasaki? They were not EVEN outcasts. They were, by any definition, civilians. But it’s OK that they died, no, were murdered, because . . . they were ENEMY civilians. (Like the Germans perhaps saw the Jews). Destroying them helped prevent FRIENDLY SOLDIER DEATHS (like diverting resources from German concentration camps saved German soldiers). But but but. OUR slaughterhouses are examples of justice and mercy. It is THEIR slaughterhouses that are naughty!
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When it comes right down to it, let’s be clear. I don’t condone any sort of slaughterhouse. But I’m not going to point a paw at Hitler and say the final solution wasn’t “sane” according to some weird sensibility I have been propagandized into believing. It was wartime, and sacrifices were made. Distasteful and nasty sacrifices. Everyone’s paws were elbow-deep in blood, everyone was “insane”. Millions of people picked up guns and knives and proceeded to butcher millions of other people holding guns and knives, and almost none of the people holding guns or knives had been personally wronged by any of the other people holding guns or knives. How’s that for a brand of insanity? So a group of people were singled out? How can you point at that and call it insanity, any more than you can go down to the beach, pick out a particular wave, and scream at it?
Although . . . apparently that is EXACTLY what the hot young supermodels are doing these days. Ah, youth. (shakes furry head sadly)
