when will indian liberals stop being embarrassing?
liberalism in india is a deeply fascinating phenomenon.
although the cognitive dissonance of liberalism is actually
always amusing to just silently laugh at in every nationality,
the indian variant is particularly striking.
with respect to the first world labour aristocracy,
it is at least sort of understandable.
their societies are framed by their media apparatus as the endpoints of
human history, the culmination of human existence.
there are racial, systemic and eugenic mechanisms in place,
sure,
but at least the reasons are visible. they are
demonstrable.
you look at the achievements, developments, attitudes
and you'd obviously conclude that liberalism made this happen.
there's no erstwhile compelling reason to reason otherwise.
thus, even though it's still a completely stupid set of
beliefs divorced from an understanding of how things actually function.
it is still at some level relatively excusable. like lektorsky said in Subject, Object, Cognition, systems reinforce stable mass illusions, if there is no compelling reason to escape them.
indian liberals, even the left-leaning ones, however, seem to have their
frontal lobes stricken by some degenerative disorder.if one walks the
streets of india, talks to everyday people, reads the news
and just exists in india as it is, one cannot help but be
deeply saddened by the worsening state of the country.
little children who can't go to school and are forced to engage in hard labour.
old women, deprived of education, thrown out on the streets by struggling families to eke out a living through beggary.
villages on the outskirts of pathetic self-titled 'tier 1' cities,
that look like they've not changed a bit since the 50's, lacking water, electricity, internet connections, the very basic developments of modernity.
physically disabled people, wandering the streets like shadows at night.
mentally disabled teenagers, led around the city by loving yet deprived mothers, who just ask a little from kind passersby to survive until tomorrow.
the streets of any major indian city are rife with horrors beyond the most depraved writer's imagination. horrors that keep you awake at night, because you know that salvation, even if it does arrive, won't be any time soon.
i've always wondered how despite this, the steadfast liberals from my undergrad still believed in concepts that failed every test of merit possible. democracy, the virtue of a 'free' press, checks and balances, the justice system. i've always wondered how despite these very visible tragedies, indian liberals occupied themselves with a bad copy of first world petty identity politics: the social construction of gender, queer "liberation", fatphobia, the list of nonsensical fingerpoint accusations are infinite.
of course, these reasons become obvious over time.
liberals are often the precipitate of macaulay's ghost.
educated in elite , often convent, schools.
often extremely rich relative to the population.
insulated from the struggles of life, especially around money.
believing in magical systems like liberalism is easy,
when you never had to face any reality of your own.
engaging in petty politics is easy when nothing is truly
at stake for you.
that's why, if anything, the cockroach janata protests have shown us that
liberals are more dangerous than sanghis. at least the sanghi is honest.
the liberal is a snake that exists to destroy the zeal of the masses,
through stupid yet comfortable delusions that they hold dearly.
they exist in the world of media, like first world liberals.
singing the pop-hits of 3rd rate 2010's bollywood films at serious political protests.
clapping their hands at some empty, half baked concessions.
wearing shitty cosplay costumes, holding up memes and quotes.
the liberal doesn't know what the NED is.
the liberal doesn't know what a colour revolution is.
the liberal doesn't even know what systemic change is.
the liberal honestly probably doesn't really care what any of these things are, because the Jantar Mantar photoshoot is a way to either assuage some tiny speck of guilt they may have, or to cosplay as revolutionary without the groundwork to back it up.
the liberal only vaguely understands that things are getting worse,
but their conceptualization of how to turn things around is rooted in
fantasy models passed down through school indoctrination. liberals thrive on insulation that they deem as awareness.
i used to hate liberals with a deep passion, for their insincerity, their stupidity, their blatant choice to remain insulated and ignorant, their reluctance to deal with the harsh realities of life.
but now i laugh, because if india is a circus, the shitlib is its funniest, most oblivious punchline. your insulation will always disgust me, your plugging of your ears will always enrage me, your moral high horse (and yet a lack of moral integrity) will always draw my scorn. but i will still laugh, because you are a joke.
im tired of the wokescolding.
im tired of the moral grandstanding double standards.
im tired of the insincereity.
im tired of the 24/7 bullshitting and lying that you care.
im tired of you telling me to stop complaining because it makes you aware of your insulation.
im tired of your cia-approved goodreads booklist and you pushing that as culture.
im tired of your letterboxes, your goodreads, your thrift stores, your coffeeshops, your music gigs, your skateboards, your travel hauls, your stupid reels, your stupid takes, your moral lectures, your very existence.
i hate everything you represent.
because you represent:
the fantasies that killed people in telangana.
the fantasies that killed dalits in bathani tola.
the fantasies that are fooling the tribals at ken-betwa.
the fantasies that are actively destroying any scope to improve the lives of 1 billion people that exist in what can only be called hell on earth.
the fantasy that india is just.
the fantasy that india is fair.
the fantasy that india is good because 'at least it's not north korea'.
the fantasy that some abstract ideal of democracy matters over material gains.
the fantasy that india is an important country.
and that your opinion matters because you posted it on instagram.
and i will no longer be afraid of saying the magic words: "i hate you". because someone is answerable for the continuation of the people's suffering. and there is only one culprit: an insulated class that thrives on an apparatus of 24/7 rotating convenience, convenience built off of vampirism, blood-sucking of the indian workers, a permanent underclass doomed to writhe and bend in hell forever, because the shitlib just doesn't want to be inconvenienced.
should we finally end the bastard child this bourgeois project always was, the liberals must be liquidated before the sanghis.