posted on Nov, 22 2021 @ 12:39 PM
In a way I feel for the activists. Begging the State for action is like praying to an idol for a miracle—noises are made, desires are expressed, but
we are left disappointed.
“Nowhere is the perennial faith of mankind better seen,” wrote Herbert Spencer. “Thus, while every day chronicles a failure, there every day
reappears the belief that it needs but an Act of Parliament and a staff of officers to effect any end desired”.
So it is and has always been. While the State moves with great speed towards any end that satisfies its own interests, but begrudgingly and with
alacrity towards any interest of the people, the faith in its craftsmanship nonetheless remains.
Statism is a sort of idolatry, anyways. The mythology of social contracts and other polite beginnings are common narratives, but they scatter in
pieces when one looks at the history of any state’s formation, which is invariably one of conquest and exploitation. The faith in its institution,
though, and in the careerists who run it, no doubt continues to expand, as do the laws, the prohibitions, the controls, and the agencies tasked with
None of that bothers us. Assuming that, like money, the state has no power of its own, it goes to follow that we in the West, with our nobles and
parliaments and congresses, willingly and obsequiously furnish it power each time we head to the ballot-box, where we get to select which human beings
should have the right to our thraldom. Where one may on some days think it absurd to choose others to run his life, come election time he falls in
line seeking suffrage.
No matter how we empower the State, whether by voting or begging or singing its praises, its growth equals a corresponding decline in social power,
and the inevitable descent of man into state chattel. Perhaps that’s what we’ve wanted all along.