Tuesday, 17 March 2009

Multiculturalism is a cult of ignorance.



Mark Steyn with his great and hilarious classic on multiculturalism.



Mark Steyn: “If the purpose of your culture is to celebrate multiculture, you’re in effect saying that our cultural bedrock belief is that we believe in everything, which is the same as saying that we believe in nothing. Our core value is that we have no core values...

Nobody knows anything. Multiculturalism is not about knowing anything about other cultures; it’s just about feeling warm and fluffy.

Robert Frost famously said that free verse was like playing tennis with the net down. Discussing cultural relativism with a multicultural relativist is like playing tennis with some guy who says your ace is just a social construct”.




Colonel Neville: I went to a parent’s rather naff as per usual get together of the affable and innocent at my son’s school. One Mom spoke of how disappointing one of the local contributions of fairy bread and lamingtons were to last years er, “Harmony Day” AKA worshipping the false god of multicultism day. Look, it's a nice and normal thing to get everyone wearing wacky alleged ideas of ethnicity and bringing piles of Mom's specialty to school. Ah, but it reveals so many levels and there is so little time.

Melbourne has around 45,000 different places to eat covering everything one can imagine, and little of it is poisonous, requires a bribe or is unhygienic, unless you go to the wrong parts of Little Saigon. Myself I prefer the humour of lamingtons and fairy bread to the zero laughs of little to no food of a third-world no picnic basketcase.

Re the perhaps illusion of ethnic food diversity, I remember how my Italian and Asian misspent youth friends, would invariably complain about the “same old Wog” and “Cambo food!” The thing about ethnic alleged diversity is that within each ethnic group there is naturally often little to no diversity. That’s why they are a distinct ethnic group. Ta dah!

My parents were English. So food as I knew it via my Mother, would be any over boiled vegetable left to dry up in the oven with a tasteless rubber ring of ersatz "gravy". She could cook and so could my Father per se, but all I had to say was "hey, this is great!" and I'd never see that dish again. English food could be so bad that one waited for the English weather to lift the mood.

But I digress. Then there was the old saw of “Australia has no culture”. Quite. THE perfect canard for the culturally adrift, indoctrinated and self-loathing. “When I hear the word culture I reach for my Luger”, as some horrible old Nazi said.

If culture is like an old hopelessly obsolete and restrictive dress, or an incredibly old cheese that's so stale, rotten and putrefied that everyone keeps as far away from it as possible, then sure. But if culture is shared and fully alive behaviours and methods for living a worthwhile life in a worthwhile place and over time, is proven traditions and human scale values entirely based on expectations and trust, then Australia indeed has a culture.

And I’d say that being the direct beneficiaries of the greatness and glory of the Western Canon via British culture and her Parliamentary democracy, the richness of American freedom and innovation, the profundity of Europe, the Enlightenment, the Renaissance, the Industrial Revolution, the Greeks and Romans and so on, is pretty much a culture by any measure.

Here’s a fact. No other culture whatever their merit, is as great in economical, religious, political, artistic freedom and massive unprecedented success as the free West. My wife is Japanese and we both dig Japan. But she came to the West of the Anglosphere of Australia, America, Britain and Western Europe etc, because even compared to the very advanced and groovy old Japan; the West still has the most truly free air to breath.

Modern Japan is so very Japanese through its Westernisation, dig? Without the West, there is no East as we know it.

Don't get me wrong. I don't really want to live in a mono-culture. It's a often a drag and the kinds of places that are mono are often where the trouble comes from. Though Japan has not suffered really at all for their total lack of multicultism, in fact it's what makes Japan such unique fun and a great success by any measurement of success.

But no. Harmony Day by its very title presupposes that there is somehow disharmony that has to be, in that great clichéd and meaningless PC phrase of our time, “addressed”. Myself, I’ve got through my entire life without addressing anything.

And where is that disharmony coming from? Without saying a word, we know by default its PC assumed it's rarely any ethnic group, eh?

Ironic that the ONLY places in the world that ALLOW multiculturalism meaning the free West, then absurdly can't stop wringing their hands over imagined PC infractions. Pathetic and sickening really.

Apart from an amusing day of international recipe swapping in ridiculous clothes that no-one actually wears, what’s the point of Harmony Day exactly that does not by virtual default, denote a kind of amorphous desperation and lack of confidence by the host culture? Is it really about a rather self-conscious corny rainbow of oneness? Or maintaining a daffy separateness that logically ends in atomisation? Your guess is as good as mine, folks. But I've experienced the atomisation up close and it ain't a thing of beauty.

Is it now compulsory to like all cultures and even the ones hey, you don’t and never will? Why?

Why is not so required to appreciate one’s own culture in the same ways? Nope, that’s laughably “racist!” One can almost see the neurotic billboards saying “look how tolerant we are!” and “I’m not a racist!” Why bother? People babble on like Touret’s Syndrome afflicted PC twerps about racism, when no-one can ever supply me with the name of a single local racist. Quite frankly, talk of racism is the same as droning on about drugs; it bores me to death.

All talk of "racism" almost invariably involves simple minded idiots and world class bores.

Apparently bringing thousands of years of human nature projected through the dark tunnel of history and into a single geographical area, with good intentions and happy smiles all around, will somehow be mathematically pretty positive. And naturally discussing any glaring flaws in this is wrong, because there are no serious flaws in multiculturalism. Er, no.

PC multiculturalism makes fools and intellectually illiterate incompetents of us all.

But then as Mark Steyn said, “multiculturalism absolves you from learning anything about another culture: you just feel good about it and go to the restaurants”. Great. My favourite kind of food is free food!



Mark Steyn at CPAC:





Can Britain survive multiculturalism? Nope. It hasn’t.





An absolutely outstanding documentary on the empirical Islamification of Britain. Features the great speech of John of Gaunt from Richard ll, Act 2 Scene 1.

“This sceptr’d isle...”







Dr Charles Drew developed the method of separating blood into plasma, a process that has saved literally millions. He died after a car accident after he was not admitted to hospital, due to it being whites only.

This great scientist is a true hero and a towering part of the authentic American heritage. Note the often startling difference in media, popular culture and politically promoted black heroes today. The great people are there, but largely sidelined. Why?





Black American inventors, including Dr Drew who developed the method of separating blood into plasma, a process that has saved literally millions. And here. And here. [no vid embed]



Inventive black minds. Featuring the great Lewis Latimer, inventor of the carbon filament that’s used in the electric light globe. He also worked with Alexander Graham Bell and drew up Bell’s blueprints and patent applications.





Black Pastor David James Manning on the eternal chip on the shoulder.




Had to add this one of Krazy Lazy Hazy days of Jay Z.





Fun with stereotypes and the drag of PCism, but with nuance by Southern Avenger.





Dukes are a PC hazard.

3 comments:

Eowyn said...

My dear Colonel.

Each of your posts is as a compendium. As such, they pose dictates.

And, as such, they are unavailable, communication-wise, to most.

Me, I get it. (I think.) Most don't.

I only hope you indulge me -- in the bigger effort toward forward progression -- that I am seeing what must be seen.

Eowyn said...

Ugh ... re-reading my own comment, it is NOT how I normally express myself ...

I'm sorry, sir. I will try to be more effective hereafter.

Colonel Neville said...

Dear Eowyn: Hey, I like the word "compendium". And "they pose dictates". It's all very deliciously Baker Street and Dr Watson. So no need for any concern, old sport.

Watson: "It's a compendium of Dr Johnson's works. I saw it in a small book store in Whitechapel and I thought to myself and quite naturally too, that Holmes would surely enjoy this".

Holmes: "My dear Watson. I thank you. You are a most thoughtful and at ease companion. I shall make a foray into the wit of the good Doctor after dinner. You shall be staying of course, ah Watson?"

Watson: "I'd be delighted, Holmes."

And so on.

Yes, it's all that paradox, nuance and mystery. The peculiar and divine eye of God, you see.

All the best kid, Colonel Neville.