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neither green nor energy

friday, june 9th, 2023

The 'green' idea is really all about minimal human impact. Wind and solar don't fit that definition.

The "green energy" movement claims that it wants cost-effective energy -— affordable, reliable, plentiful—just without fossil fuels’ pollution or GHG emissions. But this is contradicted by its hostility toward clean, non-carbon nuclear and hydro—the most proven alternatives to fossil fuels.

[FULL TITLE: "Don't be fooled, 'Green Energy' is neither green nor energy".]

You might expect the "green energy" movement to be the Number 1 supporter of clean, non-carbon nuclear and hydroelectric energy, but instead, it is the Number 1 opponent. "Green" groups have opposed nuclear for decades (leading to crippling costs) and worked to shut down hydroelectric dams.

Why does the "Green" movement oppose nuclear and hydro? It is because "green" solar and wind are just so cost-effective and so "green"? If wishes were horses, beggars would ride.

No. Solar and wind have not proven to be cost-effective at all, and in many ways, they are the least "green" form of energy.

"Green energy" isn’t really energy.

Calling solar and wind "green energy" makes them seem like other forms of energy, just "green." But they’re not. All other forms of energy provide reliable energy—real energy—whereas solar and wind are unreliable parasites of reliable energy.

Biden admin shelling out millions for green energy projects in coal mining townsVideo Despite claims that solar and wind are rapidly replacing fossil fuels, they provide less than 5% of world energy—only electricity, one-fifth of energy—and, crucially, even that small percentage depends on huge subsidies and reliable (mostly fossil-fueled) power plants.

Calling solar and wind "green energy" makes them seem like other forms of energy, just "green." But they’re not. All other forms of energy provide reliable energy—real energy—whereas solar and wind are unreliable parasites of reliable energy.

Solar and wind’s basic problem is unreliability, to the point they can go near zero at any time. Thus, they don’t replace reliable power, they parasitize it. This is why they need huge subsidies and why no grid is near 50% solar and wind without huge parasitism on reliable neighbors.

The popular idea that we can use mostly or only solar and wind with sufficient battery backup is not being tried anywhere because it’s economically absurd. Batteries are so expensive that just 3 days of global backup using Elon Musk’s Megapacks would cost $600 trillion, about six times global GDP!

"Green" solar and wind may someday become a part of real energy solutions—if generators using solar and wind are willing to guarantee reliability, instead of generating unreliable power and forcing everyone else to clean up their mess. But today's "green energy" is not real energy. If solar and wind ever become truly cost-effective, you can be certain of one thing: the "green energy" movement will oppose them as insufficiently "green" given their huge "environmental impacts."

"Green energy" isn’t really green.

If solar and wind became cost-effective and deployed on a large scale, they would have a level of "environmental impact" from mining and land use that would make the "green movement" oppose them. In fact, this is already happening. "Green" means minimal or nonexistent "environmental impact."

Dems’ green policies could have the US living like a ‘third world country’: Tim Stewart Video Because sunlight and wind are dilute sources of energy—they take up more space and use more of many materials than fossil fuels or nuclear. This massive "environmental impact" is not at all "green."

Consider the land use requirements of solar. The world uses over 165,000 TWh of energy per year, which requires ~19 billion kW of power on average. An optimistic, real-world power density for solar projects is 10 Watts per square meter. To power the world, you’d need ~1.8 million square kilometers of solar PV projects.

The green energy movement is an anti-energy and anti-human movement: Alex EpsteinVideo And this excludes the huge footprints of solar and battery mining, manufacturing, and transmission. Consider the mining requirements of solar, wind, and batteries. An International Energy Agency projection for a "net zero" scenario shows an increase in mining and processing of minerals such as lithium, graphite, nickel, and rare earths by 4,200%, 2,500%, 1,900%, and 700% by 2040.

Because "green energy" has so much environmental impact, even on today’s small scale it faces huge "green" opposition to its land use, mining, and transmission-line-building requirements. For example, the Biden administration recently shut down a prime "green energy" mining site in Minnesota.

If "green" solar and wind aren’t really energy, and if they have so much environmental impact that the "green" movement opposes them in practice, then why does the green movement so enthusiastically support them rhetorically? To hide its real goal: radically reducing energy use.

"Green" -- "minimal human impact" -- is a fundamentally anti-energy idea. Energy is "the capacity to do work," which means transforming—impacting—our environment. The more energy we use, the more we transform Earth, the more impact we have. If you don’t want us to impact Earth you ultimately must oppose every form of energy.

The fundamental hostility of the "green" movement to energy explains why throughout its history it has never supported current, cost-effective sources of energy and only "supported" imaginary sources of energy that might exist in the future.

"Green" leaders supported nuclear—until it became cost-effective, at which point they demonized and criminalized it. "Green" leaders supported natural gas—until it became cost-effective on a global scale thanks to shale energy tech, at which point they demonized it as "fracking."

Because the "green" movement is anti-energy, any enthusiasm its leaders express for fusion is phony; while they may claim to want clean, cheap, abundant energy before it exists, they will not like the impact it has once it exists. And in the past, green leaders admitted this.

Amory Lovins, the leader of the modern "green energy" movement, said in the 1970s: "If you ask me, it'd be little short of disastrous for us to discover a source of clean, cheap, abundant energy, because of what we would do with it."

The world needs to reject the "green" movement and instead embrace a "human flourishing" movement that embraces intelligent human impact on Earth as a good thing. It's one that both embraces today’s most cost-effective energy sources—including fossil fuels—and is eager to improve on them.

Alex Epstein is the author of "Fossil Future: Why Global Human Flourishing Requires More Oil, Coal, and Natural Gas," and the creator of Energy Talking Points on Substack a source of powerful, concise, well-referenced talking points on energy, environmental, and climate issues.

© 5.01.2023 by Alex Epstein, "Fox News Opinion".

A Day In The Life.

Up at 8:30a on Friday, I went thru my finger stick to check my BSL (Blood Sugar Level) and recorded it on my Diabetes 2 chart, made coffee and breakfast, took a 560mg Tramadol for various pains, had a couple smokes in the semi-cool garage and checked the leftover errands list. It was already 72°, and forecast to hit 92° with Summer-like humidity. Crap.

I tuned into the Chris Plante Show LIVE, from 9-12, had some errands to do before meeting Sherry at 1p, but decided to put them off until tomorrow's weather improves a little. I'm looking forward to the forecast's "cloudy with a few showers", but I'm not holding my breath. We NEED 3-4 days (and nights) of slow, steady rain, so it'll soak-in deep, and not torrential downpours, which run-off into the street gutters and down to retention ponds. The ground is so dry and hard, it'll take *slow and steady rain* to fix the problem. All the 'flora and fauna' (plants and animals) are suffering. No relief in sight.

Have you seen this on Twitter? What is a woman? (1:34:52) is worth a watch, done by Matt Walsh. Grab some popcorn. Here is just one of the controversies with the movie and free speech, which spilled over onto the Twitter thing. (No, I don't post there; I can't figure out how to navigate it.)

If it was easy, everybody'd be doing it.

The so-called green energy thing is neither "green", nor is it "energy". The 'green' idea is really all about minimal human impact. Wind and solar don't fit that definition. The "green energy" movement claims that it wants cost-effective energy—affordable, reliable, plentiful --— just without fossil fuels' pollution or GHG emissions. BS to all that crap, and we're letting it happen. Calling solar and wind "green energy" makes them seem like other forms of energy, just "green." But they’re not. All other forms of energy provide reliable energy—real energy—whereas solar and wind are unreliable parasites of reliable energy.

I met Sherry at the nearby Springettsbury Twp Park, we left my Jeep and drove to Daughter Hollie's Shop in Hallam -- Virtue Local Art Market -- to drop-off a load of Sherry's work, then back to the park to get my Jeep, and finally up the hill to my condo. We had a great time, but with the annual Biker Weekend in town, thanks to Harley-Davidson on Rt 30. traffic would be a nightmare for her, if she waited any longer to get on the road home, by 4:30p. Truly, Sherry "gives great hugs and kisses".

The condo was cool and dry, compared to the tropical weather going on outside, so I closed for the evening, had dinner, watched the news and TV, and unplugged at midnight. Lights out.

Awake and up at 8:15a on Saturday, an overcast and still humid, 72° morning. When morning temps are in the 70s, you know it's going to be a miserable day with heat & humidity. I made and enjoyed the French House Dark Roast in the open garage, for some fresh air, with several smokes, took a 560mg Tramadol for various pains, did some other routines and scanned the desktop computer for the weather and news. I went thru email, and listened to the "CP Show Podcast", from yesterday, had breakfast and checked the weekend's "to-do" list: several errands from yesterday, which didn't get done.

The so-called "Debt Ceiling Bill" passed the US Senate yesterday, and reading the pros (there are NONE) vs the cons (there are $33 TRILLION of them) needs some true explanation, which we're all not getting; not unless we wrap our heads around it as a whole package. pResident Biden’s proposed 'budget' for this year was $6.8 TRILLION -– a 55% increase since 2019. Meanwhile, the US population has grown less than >2% in that same time. This is the kind of continuing, reckless spending that's readily embraced in Washington, and it’s ruined and continues ruining our country. The only way out of this bi-party mess is to balance the budget, pay down federal debt, reduce the size of government, reduce local/state/federal regulations, make permitting easier and have government only do the 'must haves'. FYI: it'll never happen. DC is addicted to spending, creating more reasons and ways to "normalize debt", and burn-thru piles of money, after printing more of what we don't have.

We either live too long, or we die too soon.

What started out as a nice day, quickly devolved into a pile of shit. I did the two errands, but on the last stop at Rite Aid Pharmacy, some stupid-assed biker held-up the Rx pick-up line for almost 30mins, and they had to open-up new registers to handle those of us waiting. I got 2 quarts of Hügen Düsz® Coffee, and Vanilla Bean Ice Cream, and had to wait another 10mins for a mother/little kid -- who were checking out as I arrive 30mins previously -- to hold-up the store's check-out counter. Then, as I finally opened the Jeep's door to put in bags of stuff, a big fat black jumping spider appeared and I smacked the bitch and squished it all over my door sill. After getting home, I had a pile of mail -- one letter in particular from PA.Gov -- requiring that I open a new Taxpayer Account, to cover their asses after getting hacked last month. I struggled with their crazy drop-down menus, for 45min, but finally got their cover-my-ass crapwork done. I warmed-up some leftover morning coffee and had a smoke, and tried to relax on the back patio.

By 5:15p, t-storms were moving thru the area, from northeast to the southwest, bringing downpours and pea-sized hail, so I moved the Jeep into the garage before they hit (it has a HUGE panoramic sunroof). High for the day was 87°, just two clicks above the forecast 85°. We got a lot of wind, but only about `9 raindrops. Crap. After a light dinner, I watched the news, some TV and decided to call it an early night, at 10:30p. The FORMULA 1 AWS GRAN PREMIO DE ESPAÑA (Spanish GP) is on F-1-TV at 9a, so I'm getting up at 6. Lights out.

I didn't get-up at 6a; I turned-off the alarm last night, and slept-in until 8. A cloudy 62°, but lower humidity Sunday morning. I made coffee, had some smokes in the garage, and tuned into the F1-TV Channel on my 82" Samsung QLED 4-HD TV, and watch the Spanish GP's start. Good, clean race. I had a number of things to get done before watching the IndyCar Race from Detroit at 3p. After a huge breakfast, I got some things checked off my "mental list". After a light lunch, I worked on some additional projects until the race came on. Bad race of lots of crashes and suspension failures; 6 cars out DNF (did not finish) was the carnage toll, and a 2hr race took 3+ hours with all the yellow and red flags.

I skipped dinner, went to a friend/neighbor's amazing electronic dbl-garage for some beers and entertainment, with him and some friends of his. Back home by 10:30p, I started getting tired, and called it a night at 11p.

Up at 7:15a on Monday, another beautiful, low humidity, blue sky morning at 60°. I made coffee, had some smokes in the open garage, took a 560mg Tramadol for various pains, tuned into the Chris Plante Show, from 9-12. After breakfast and the morning's 19-pill routine, I got ready for the day, and to run some errands. Those done, I moved the empty trash and recycle bins back into my neighbor's and my garage. I got back from ZIPS Cleaners, and noticed that they hadn't starched my Lee® Jeans, nor did they fold, press and crease them they way I specified, so I had to make a trip back to their location and get it done correctly. I also found out that they don't use starch anymore, so my shirts and jeans aren't starched. Crap; I'm going to have to go back down to Dallastown, to DeVono's Cleaners to get my few laundry items done correctly, and at a much higher price. Dammit. No, I'm not in a bad mood; just disappointed. I did have new pain in my back, on the way home...

HEADLINE: "Legal scholars want UN to order America to pay trillions of dollars in reparations to blacks." Seriously? I have to laugh at the word, "scholars". Firstly, f•ck the UN! Secondly, White America's been paying hundreds-of-trillions to lazy blacks, since 1964's "Great Society" bullshit, and they are still keeping themselves in poverty and crime and prisons. No more cash for you dumbassed sambos. Get some jobs; there are "Help Wanted" and "Now Hiring" signs everywhere. If I had my 'druthers', your EBT cards would be revoked immediately, so you work or starve. Morons.

I noticed this, posted on all local and national weather-related websites:

*** Fire Weather Warning -- Code RED ***
03:30pm EDT, Monday, Jun 05 2023
08:00pm EDT, Wednesday, Jun 07 2023
• Issued By State College (Penn State) -- PA & US National Weather Service.
• AFFECTED AREAS: Northern Clinton, Northern Centre, Southern Centre, Blair, Huntingdon, Mifflin, Juniata, Bedford, Fulton, Franklin, Northern Lycoming, Sullivan, Southern Clinton, Southern Lycoming, Union, Snyder, Montour, Northumberland, Columbia, Perry, Dauphin, Schuylkill, Lebanon, Cumberland, Adams, York and Lancaster Counties. • A combination of dry and windy conditions will create an elevated risk of wildfire spread this afternoon. Minimum relative humidity values are forecast to drop into the low to mid 20s across southern Pennsylvania, with wind gusts between 20 and 30mph.
• WINDS: Northwest 10 to 20 mph, with gusts up to 25 mph, especially over the higher terrain.
• RELATIVE HUMIDITY: As low as 20 to 25 percent.
• TEMPERATURES: Ranging from the mid 70s to lower 80s.
• IMPACTS: Health effects will be immediately felt by sensitive groups and should avoid outdoor activity. Healthy individuals are likely to experience difficulty breathing and throat irritation; consider staying indoors and rescheduling outdoor activities. Rapid wildfire growth and spread expected. Outdoor burning is not recommended.
A Fire Weather Watch means that critical fire weather conditions are forecast to occur due to a combination of strong winds, low relative humidity and dry fuels. Residents are urged to exercise caution if handling any potential ignition sources, such as machinery, cigarettes, or matches. If dry grasses and tree litter begin to burn, the fire will have the potential to spread rapidly.

After lunch, I had a 3hr snooze on the LR couch, and did some hand-watering in the front gardens. Still no long, soaking, slow rain in the forecast, for the next 10-12 days. Damn. I worked on the Mt Rose Cemetery proposal, for the "Chapel of Memories" new paver sidewalk and minimal landscaping -- there's no water available at the location -- and had my last smoke on the back patio, before closing things down for the evening. Back to "Gold Rush", season 8, and by 11p, I'd had enough. Lights out.

Up at 7a on Tuesday, an overcast 57° poor air quality morning, with t-storms forecast for the 83° afternoon. We could sure use the rain. I made coffee, had a light breakfast and scanned the news and weather, on my office-sunroom's powerful HP desktop. I tuned into the "CP Show" until 12, did a load of laundry and got ready to meet Sherry at 1p, at the expansive, ginormous York Galleria. The lawn mower guys were here by 8:30, and since the lawns are stunted by the drought, blew-up more dust and debris than mowed lawn.

Today, June 6th, is the 79th Anniversary of D-Day, which my Dad (1929-2018) -- Platoon Sgt -- participated in, with his US Army Combat Engineers Company, attached to Patton's 3rd Army. He went on to fight in hundreds of battles, go thru Europe, clearing it of Nazis, and fought in the Battle of The Bulge, where he was wounded and shipped home to the Virginia VA, to recuperate. There, he met up with my Mom (1924-2012), who was a 2nd Lt in the US Army Women's Army Nurse Corps. They'd each grown-up in the York-Emigsville area, and attended high school together, and got married in 1948, with me and Becky to come along in due time. They were The Greatest Generation. SALUTE!

The Ten Planks of Karl Marx's Communist Manifesto (and How Statists Implement Them).

Anything here around familiar, yet? It's where we've been for the past 3yrs, and where we are now. Wait until you see WHAT'S COMING our way!
• Abolition of private property rights (via property taxes, restrictive zoning laws, "fair housing" edicts, environmental and "wetlands" regulations, UN Agenda 21, UN Agenda 2030, etc.),
• Institution of a heavily graduated income tax (by calling it "taxing the rich"),
• Abolition of all rights of inheritance (through a confiscatory estate tax making the government your primary heir),
• Confiscation of the property of enemies of the state (through a social credit system that can cancel all your financial accounts),
• Centralization of credit into the hands of the state (Federal Reserve, Federal Trade Commission, TARP, Fannie Mae, Freddie Mac, federal takeover of student loans, etc.),
• Centralization of the means of communication and transportation into the hands of the state (FCC, DOT, FEMA, NTSB, FAA, etc.),
• Consolidation and subjugation of all major industries to central government control (FDA, EPA, OSHA, ICC, HUD, NLRB, EEOC, DOE, TSA etc,
• Mandatory labor union membership ("card check" to bypass employee consent, automatic withholding of union dues, forced unionization of health care workers, teachers, police, firefighters, etc.),
• Equitable redistribution of all wealth (TANF, SSI, EITC, SNAP, Community Reinvestment Act, etc.),
• "Free" public education (and food, housing, health care, cell phones, Internet access, etc.).

Code RED Alert!

Sherry and I met at 1p, at the Galleria, walked over ¾ of a mile, and even with my back and hip pain, I think we did well. We went back to my place, and I made a new carafe of Dark Roast French House Coffee, and that perked us up. After a couple of nice hours of conversation, she left at 5p, to try to avoid the worst of the traffic. Sherry told me that the ongoing, massive Canadian Wildfires are causing "Un-healthy Air Quality Warnings" all over the northern tier and East Coast. First I'd heard of it, but I'm glad we didn't walk outside this afternoon. Fire Danger and Bad Air Quality; what else could we all wish for?

After a light dinner, I watched "Secret of SkinWalker Ranch" and a new spin-off series, "Beyond SkinWalker Ranch" until 11:30, and called it a night. I have an 11a Wellspan Endocrinology app't, tomorrow.

Up at 7:30a on Wednesday, another overcast 57° morning, forecast to get up to 80° today. I fired-up the furnace to 74°, took a 560mg Tramadol for various pains, made coffee and scanned the news and weather in my office. Canadian Wildfire stories on every news website, and we're getting hammered by it, due to the wind patterns. It's "Code Red" out there. There's a massive Low Pressure area sitting offshore Canada, spinning counterclockwise, pulling the smoke from tens-of-thousands of acres of burning forest, down into the US, thru New York State and into Pennsylvania, and we're getting 80% of it. I can feel the particles coming down, and see it on the Jeep's surface paint. Look for lumber and TP shortages soon, since 6m+ acres have burned, and theere's no harvesting burnt wood for paper products

Soooo, the leftist idiots at BBC, jumped all over the Fire Season in Canada, as "Climate Change", as did ABC News, and a hundred of TV, Web and Print sites. They just couldn't resist calling it "Climate Change" -- when a local Canadian camper started it -- but couldn't resist the climate change crap, when it serves their political purposes. Assholes. It's a leftist hoax, but it’s much easier to deceive someone, than to convince them they’ve been deceived. And so many gullible fools, especially they younger ones, have had it pounded into them from kindergarten through college, that those who bring the Truth are attacked for stating the Truth. Never mind that climate change scammers and fear mongers have NEVER been right in their predictions. Critical thinking is a lost art in the younger generations.

I left at 10:30a for the 11 Endocrinology app't, down south at a Wellspan Medical Center complex. Everything is well, with more tests in 3mos and another 6mo app't. Coming back north on I83, I stopped at Weis Market in East York, got my list+ done, and spent $155 to replenish the 'fridge. Then, over to Rite Aid to get 2 waiting Rxs, and finally home by 1:15p. After unpacking 6 bags of groceries, I relaxed for a while, and listened to "Bonehead Bongino". It was seriously hazy and unhealthy to go outside, but since I don't smoke inside anymore -- haven't since the total condo rehab in 2018 -- I could only be out for a limited time for with a Marlboro®. No enjoying this day, outside. The FAA has issued a rare "Ground STOP' Order for LaGuardia, Newark and JFK airports, for both take-offs and landings.

Tucker Carlson published the first episode of his new show "Tucker on Twitter" yesterday evening at 6:00 p.m. ET. Here we are, 24 hours later, and the freaking video has 106.1 MILLION VIEWS... and counting!

Code PURPLE Alert!

I tried to grab a snooze on the LR couch, at 2p, but couldn't; too much French House Dark Roast Coffee, when I got back from the Dr's app't. I had Stuffed Shells (Ricotta Cheese) and Marinara Sauce, for a late lunch, and finally fell asleep until 5. After the evening news, I watched TV until 11, and called it Yankee Doodle. I have a 12:30p Therapeutic Massage tomorrow, for my aching back.

Do you remember "Fractured Fairy Tales" on the "Rocky and Bullwinkle Show", back in the 50s? They are classics. Here's a few more dozen (166), just for laughs.

Awake and up at 7:30a on Thursday, a 54°, overcast, VERY HAZY and overcast morning, with a *** DANGEROUS AIR QUALITY WARNING *** -- it's now a CODE PURPLE for the balance of the week, and thru the weekend, not just RED -- in-place for Central & Eastern Pennsylvania; NOT GOOD at all. Except for my one 12:30p Therapeutic Masasage app't, I'm staying inside with my Stage-2 COPD. I changed the AC/heat Filtrete® Filter in the basement Amana® Furnace -- every 30 days -- just to be sure that it's pristine white and not a light gray. I had a mini-croissant for breakfast,took a 50mg Tramadol for various pains, and got ready for the day.

I left at 12:20p for my 12:30 app't, at Restorative BodyWorks, now just south on Rt 24 & East Market St, about 1.2 miles, instead of the 18.6 miles when Heidi was down south at the huge Queensgate Shopping Center area. Nice that I don't have to do that I83/Queen St trip, anymore. I was so relaxed after her work, I needed water to re-hydrate myself, and drove home.

I made Ricotta Cheese Stuffed Shells for a late lunch, had the last of my morning's coffee, and tuned into "Bonehead Bongino" on DC's WMAL-FM radio until 3p. Chris Stigall -- the morning guy from Philly on 990 AM, 6-9a -- sat-in for the 3-6p bug-eyed, greaseball moron host on WMAL-FM/ DC, yesterday and today, so I listened to him. I'm planning on going to the New Eastern (Farmers') Market, early tomorrow morning, since I haven't been there since last Summer. There are LOTS of good things to buy and eat, there. About time I got back into the Friday 'groove'.

Wow, BREAKING NEWS: Trump Indicted on Federal Charges by Federal-Impaneled Miami Grand Jury. Film at 11.

I watched TV until only 11, since I wanted to go early to the nearby Farmers' Market, unplugged and hit the sack.

Tomorrow starts a new week here in the 'Journal', and I've got a clear week, for now. Hopefully, this Purple Air Warning will be gone soon, and I can get out with Sherry, into one of the parks, and get some fresh air. Maybe. Hopefully. Possibly. Perhaps...

How Not to Become a Sociopath: The "Rest of America" and the Role of Joy.

Does having fun in your life protect you from becoming a sociopath?

Since 2020, we have witnessed charming, well-educated, “civilized” people all around us — especially from what my husband calls (as others do) “the laptop class” — reveal, during ‘lockdowns” and medical tyranny — a side that is, bare teeth and all, nakedly sadistic.

Now, as our stunned society slowly tries to set itself upright from having wallowed for nearly three years in an irrational, animalistic seizure of hatred and cruelty — as it struggles to settle its hat and to brush the dust and mire of the gutter off of its suit, and to straighten its necktie — few indeed from that group want to glance back at the Lord of the Flies-type scenes of savagery that these “civilized” people cheered on.

But we who were targeted know what happened and cannot forget it. We click, sometimes ruminatively, on compilations in social media of “respectable” politicians, comedians, talk show hosts, and thought leaders, avidly stating that they wished we would just die, that we should be denied medical care, that we should be locked indoors forever, lose our jobs, and so on.

We -— the targeted — must reckon with the traumatizing fact that we were on the receiving end of cruelty which the perpetrators seemed really to enjoy.

Remember all of those affluent ladies (so often affluent ladies) — total strangers — who gestured wildly at you to pull your mask up over your nose? What was their energy like? Almost eager, almost erotic, right?

They liked it. They liked the power.

Remember the tone of the society hostess who told you that you can’t come to a private event at a major philanthropist’s penthouse — because “he is being careful”? Was there a bit of a thrill, a sensual savoring, for the hostess, of the words that excluded you, and that included all of them?

Remember the stories of disabled children who came home from schools, weeping, with their masks tied to their faces by their special education teachers? Remember the tone of the elementary school principals who told anguished parents that there was nothing that they could do about the forced masking, or about kids being socially exiled in full view of the class for shamingly-structured weekly testing? Remember the Ivy League deans who told distraught parents that there was nothing they could do about mandated mRNA injections that had been tested on only eight mice? Recall the hospital administrators who told miserable adult children that they could not sneak Ivermectin to their elders, or even hug them?

They were sorry, but there was nothing they could do. Remember that? “We are just following CDC guidelines,” all of these gatekeepers parroted, not noticing, or choosing not to notice, the famous phrase, from about 85 years ago, that this recalls.

What was the frenzy of 2020-2022 but Sigmund Freud’s and Wilhelm Reich’s repressive hysteria?

Early 20th century psychologists, notably Wilhelm Reich in The Mass Psychology of Fascism, presciently published in 1933-34, believed that when people deny themselves pleasure and meaning, they become ripe for the attractions of sadism and the lures of totalitarianism. [https://wilhelmreichmuseum.org/product/the-mass-psychology-of-fascism/] Reich believed that the repression of German interwar culture resulted in that population’s attraction to Nazism.

Even earlier than Reich, in 1920, Sigmund Freud formulated the “Pleasure Principle,” (Sigmund Freud, Beyond the Pleasure Principle, https://www.cambridge.org/core/books/abs/what-freud-really-meant/beyond-the-pleasure-principle-beyond-the-pleasure-principle-1920/0984E1A3451EF279A8DBDF2316E09422). Freud suggested that in pleasure and joy there is a release of tension, and that hysteria and other neuroses manifest when these instinctive impulses to joy and pleasure are blocked.

While much controversy has swirled around Mattias Desmet’s 2022 The Psychology of Totalitarianism, and its core proposal of “Mass Formation” as an explanation for the mania of the recent “lockdown” past, his thesis is far from new, as he himself has plaintively had to argue. [https://www.worldliteraturetoday.org/psychology-totalitarianism-mattias-desmet] Indeed, Desmet’s is an updating of directly antecedent work from Reich, which he cites, and even more centrally from Hannah Arendt’s classic The Origins of Totalitarianism, which he also cites. [https://www.amazon.com/Origins-Totalitarianism-Harvest-Book-Hb244-ebook/dp/B004Q9TLJW]

Though many readers today, in the health freedom community especially, think Desmet’s thesis is novel and controversial, it truly isn’t; it is far from novel for sociologists, social commentators and psychologists to speculate about what psychological dynamics cause paroxysms of totalitarian or Fascistic behavior in populations behaving hysterically as a mass. They’ve been doing so for a couple of centuries.

Desmet largely bypasses the aspects of Reich’s work that centers on the suppression of pleasure, for a more mechanistic focus on general thought control.

But could these theories of suppressed pleasure and the hysterical reactiveness that can arise from it — theories from the past — help usefully to explain the mania of the past three years?

Many progressive urban elites, especially, while expressing themselves on social media, seemed to like being “locked down”; seemed to boast about how isolated they were, in the depths of our mass incarceration; seemed even to enjoy being scared of “the virus” — seemed to like having something larger than themselves, larger than their $12 green juices and their Pilates workouts at Equinox Gyms, larger than their swiping right on dating apps, larger than the “Culture” section of The New York Times, on which to focus, and to which to yield their passions.

They were hungry for a cause, for a way to be part of the collective “greater good”, for a methodology to demonstrate their self-sacrifice; and so the “rules” handed down one after another by what friends of mine are now calling “our overlords,” seemed to stimulate, fulfill and gratify that longing for greater meaning, that desire to yield to authority and to lose one’s troublesome, bored, neurotic self in the collective “altruistic” hive mind.

Their lust for obedience had in it an element of pleasure; an erotics of submission as captured in the only half-joking phrase on a meme, “Lock me down harder, Daddy”.

The past three years, this social lust for submission, coinciding with a lust for domination and control; this embrace by certain elites of the performing of cruelty and of imposing cruelty (injections, more and more of them; the masks, the isolation) on oneself — recall of course the Sylvia Plath poem, “Daddy”:

Every woman adores a Fascist,

The boot in the face, the brute

Brute heart of a brute like you.”

But in this case those adoring the Fascist were of both genders, and the Brute was the worshipped State.

What could have contributed to this neurosis, this perverse dynamics of dominance and submission, this desire of millions to lose their individuality, their willingness to sacrifice in what should have been obvious ways, the wellbeing of their children, and their acceptance, at Zimbardo-experiment-speed, of more and more levels of dystopian sadism in their own and in others’ lives?

What contributed to turning the culture of liberal elites in cities especially, into a fertile soil for breeding acts of public cruelty?

Coming from that world, and having lived in it for decades — and now living in a totally different world, a world which we may call “the Rest of America” — I suspect that one contributing factor to this sadism/sadomasochism of the elites is what Freud and Reich both suggested could be dangerous: that is, the systematic denial of pleasure, spirituality, fun and meaning in the lives of the “laptop class.”

The world of liberal elites is one of workaholism, in which family life is often downgraded as a priority, and in which spiritual life has little focus on it at all; it is also made joyless by constant self-surveillance and self-denial.

It is a world full of opaque rules, and the rules constantly shift; some of the rules are about virtue signaling, so you don’t get kicked out of your tight, judgmental, privileged little society; but many of the rules are about maintaining a class status that feels, to members of this group, as if it is constantly in danger.

Only by one’s knowing the secret codes of the elite — how one is supposed to talk, dress, decorate one’s home, entertain — can one signal to others that one is a member of the in-group and that one knows its rigid signifiers.

The code serves to keep everyone else out, even as it reinforces the status of the insiders. But the code, along with the workaholism, contributes to the self-denying atmosphere — the sense of deprivation in relation to spontaneity and fun.

I once sat in a LaZBoy recliner, and I loved it; so secretly, I always longed for a recliner. But you can’t have a recliner if you are in the world of liberal elites. Don’t ask why, you just can’t. “Those people” — the people who support “Don’t Say Gay”, who love Trump, those “out there” who are benighted, the “deplorables” — — they have recliners.

So you can’t. Your friends will smirk.

(It is only now that I am in that “other” world, the Rest of America, that I have learned that if you are worried that your friends will smirk, then they are not really your friends).

I loved the feel of wall to wall carpeting, when I encountered it in old-fashioned hotel rooms. But you can’t have wall-to-wall carpeting. It’s tacky. You have to have bare polished wooden floors, with handmade rugs from some Central Asian location. Whether you like that or not.

There are certain crackers you can’t put out, for Heaven’s sake, when guests are expected. It has to be Carr’s water biscuits. Why? Who knows?

That’s the rule.

I do not come from money. I don’t come from that world. I was raised barely middle-class; my father was a Professor at a State University. My mom was a graduate student.

When I got to Yale (which was only possible for me via a scholarship), I was humbled to discover that the Oxford button-down shirts I had bought at Sears, and had felt so proud of having selected — to prepare to fit in, as I had expected, to my new life on the glamorous East Coast — were completely unwearable.


Because they were not all cotton.

They were an unspeakable, unmanageable polyester-cotton blend.

How did the unacceptable nature of my poor shirts, with their taboo admixture of fabrics, even get communicated to me? Who knows.

In the world of elites and their prep-school children, a lifted eyebrow, a barely-hidden glance between two better-informed friends — friends who were roommates at Andover, of course — can do it in a heartbeat.

But once you have been on the receiving end of elites’ smug displeasure and censoriousness, you don’t forget it.

I internalized their codes, over time, for survival at first. But eventually their codes became my atmosphere, my world. I forgot how little they really mattered.

I knew that I was bored as a member of the world of “liberal elites”, but I did not know the remedy, because that was the only world I eventually knew. I knew that I wanted to take a Valium (not that I take Valium) when I was a young mother in Washington, DC during the Clinton years, because all — all — conversation among the Senate aides, speechwriters, Chiefs of Staff, TV pundits, Washington Post journalists, lobbyists, and so on, was about work — or else about the gigantic, costly extensions that they were building on their homes.

No art, no emotion, no spirit, no God, no philosophy, no deep questions, and little real sharing.

Later I was bored, bored, as a liberal journalist in New York City, though I was going to the most celebrated gatherings in town; to Literary Lions galas at the Public Library, to the trendy screenings; to the most written-up events. I was a regular on the formerly-golden publicist Peggy Siegel’s B List; hooray for me.

I was bored talking to the star writers at The Nation, at The Wall Street Journal, at The Atlantic, because — after you got the news of the day, it was so limited a world of discourse and so dry a cultural context. Politics, work, work, status, work, status — and maybe, as an aside, competitive conversations about how their kids were doing better than other kids with Ivy League waitlists; that was the fare of our conversations, week after week, dinner after dinner, gala after gala.

When I was first dating Brian (who is now my husband), we were going to a Peggy Siegel screening in the Hamptons. I explained that the dress expectation for men there would be khakis, a white or blue open-necked Oxford shirt, a navy blue blazer, and brown loafers; it was a uniform. I thought I was making him comfortable by explaining this code related to privilege.

Brian wears black Punisher t-shirts and black jeans and combat boots and heavy silver chain bracelets.

He looked at me with pity - pity that my life, my society, was so circumscribed.

It was not until I was ejected from the world of liberal elites and welcomed by the — what can we call it? The Rest-of-America? — that I realized that there is a massive community of people who accept others based on their character, no matter what they are wearing; who don’t look around the interiors of their friends’ homes, or assess their canapes, with icy judgment.

I have been learning that in “The Rest of America” people have other things going on in their lives than just or primarily their work or their status; and that they are allowed, and allow themselves, to incorporate meaning, adventure and even fun into their lives.

So in contrast to a subculture of hard working super-achievers who, as adults, have no fun,— I am amazed to find that the world I inhabit now, allows for joy, fun and meaning.

And I think that the joy and the sources of meaning, kept this half of the country from devolving into animal rage and cruelty.

When I was single, I was invited on a date by a local contractor. He took me hunting. I sat beside him at the foot of a tree, at dawn, in a field, watching the world of animals wake up, and listening to the meadow itself thrum with life and then start to sing. The cool mists burned away before my eyes as the sun rose. The man later shot a wild turkey and cleaned it and presented it to me as a gift. I could not cook it — it was very tough — and the date never turned into a relationship; but I recall sitting there in wonder at where I found myself, with the whole world coming alive before our eyes, and thinking, This is fun.

I remember hanging out with my friend in the modest country neighborhood where we live now. She and her husband had put a pool table in their garage and had built a bar, and had a darts board on the wall, and had brought some old couches out to the garage; we and our neighbors would all hang around, listening to country music and drinking Jim Beam, and Coors, and playing pool, and making each other laugh, as warm summer breezes swirled around us, the garage door open to the view of green hills, and to the sight and sound of children playing in the street.

And I thought: This is fun.

When Brian first took me on an ATV and we sped around our property, and he revved it to jump the wheels up over hillocks along our little river, I thought, Damn, this is so much fun.

But in my former life one is not allowed to like hunting or pool tables in the garage, or ATVs. They are all on the naughty list.

In the past, elites have always hoarded pleasure; look at the Robber Baron era. Look at Versailles. It is historically anomalous that today’s American elites are so grim and grey and abstemious. Sometimes I wonder if the same enemy that is degrading various aspects of out culture, has also sought to weaken our elites by fostering this culture of anemic self-denial.

In contrast, though, the people I know now, in The Rest of America, have a great deal of art, music, beauty, family as a priority, community, and faith, in their lives. I don’t mean to generalize or romanticize and I am sure there are many exceptions, but speaking broadly, the people I used to know, for all of their money and privilege, have relatively dry, lonely, empty lives, compared with what seems often to me to be the richness of lives, the permission to have joy and fun and adventure, in The Rest of America.

Church, friends, family, hunting, shooting, patriotism, music, celebrations — there is so much, I have learned, that makes many of those outside of liberal urban-elite circles feel that they are part of something larger; there is so much more joy and adventure and meaning culturally allowed outside the purviews of “laptop class”; — so perhaps as a result of this, if Freud and Reich are right, the Rest of America is less susceptible to the lure of collectivist cruelty.

A few months ago I was speaking to the East Valley Republican Women’s Club, in Southern California. I was full of vestigial trepidation, as I had been propagandized for most of my life to believe that “Republican women” are Puritanical, blinkered, Church Lady caricatures.

Of course, when I met them, I encountered a group of sophisticated, delightful, powerful, elegant and perceptive community leaders. I liked them all and was pleased and honored to be taken into their midst.

I was staying at a casino/resort, where the ladies’ luncheon was being held. I realized I had packed only shoes fit for East Coast weather. I did not have sandals for my down time; and we were in the desert, and it was hot.

I looked in the shop in the casino, and saw that only these shoes were available:

And I kind of loved them!

But with my lifelong training in the world of liberal elites, I instinctively thought: I can’t possibly buy and wear those shoes.

They were sparkly and red. They were too much fun. It was unthinkable.

But then I went into the luncheon. There was a beautiful woman onstage, a singer, with long black hair, and perfect makeup; and at midday, she was wearing a blazing red floor-length gown, with cutout shoulders. She looked stunning. The lighting on her glowed, as she sang the National Anthem.

We all stood, and sang with her. I got chills.

We remained standing and recited the Pledge of Allegiance. Again this was something that never would have happened in my former world. But a shiver went through me again at the awesome sight of so many solemn faces, of the room full of hundreds of people, hands on hearts., all swearing their loyalty to “One nation, under God, indivisible, with Liberty and Justice for all.”

Lastly a female minister gave an invocation. She asked for blessings for the gathering, committed its efforts to the service of God, and expressed heartfelt gratitude for the chance for old and new friends to be in fellowship together. (“Fellowship” was a term about whose nuances I am just learning).

The luncheon had many subsequent high points; but what I felt above all was that people in this community had meaning in their lives. They had friends, faith, they were prioritizing family life; there was music, beauty, idealism.

There is no way to know this for sure, and history shows as many right wing tyrants and left wing ones. But the emotional richness I saw and the acceptance I felt at gatherings such as that — and that I feel in my country community now, and when sojourning among the many conservatives, Libertarians and others I meet these days in The Rest of America - compared with the poverty of spirit, self-denial and censoriousness on the elite Left out of which I have been exiled — is striking.

Are the early 20th century philosophers and psychologists correct? Does emotional repression prime people for fascism?

Whatever the answer, I am glad I am free of that shadow world.

I bought the shoes, and I wore them, and I had a lovely time; and I joined my new friends in the sun.

© June 2, 2023 by Dr Naomi Wolf, "Substack".

She's A Keeper!

A crowded flight was canceled. A single agent was re-booking a long line of inconvenienced travelers.

Suddenly, an angry passenger pushed his way to the desk. He slapped his ticket on the counter and said, "I HAVE to be on this flight and it has to be FIRST CLASS."

The agent replied, "I'm sorry, sir. I'll be happy to try to help you, but I've got to help these folks first; and then I'm sure we'll be able to work something out."

The passenger was unimpressed. He asked loudly, so that the passengers behind him could hear, "DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHO I AM?"

Without hesitating, the agent smiled and grabbed her public address microphone. "May I have your attention, please?", she began, her voice heard clearly throughout the terminal. "We have a passenger here at Gate 14 WHO DOES NOT KNOW WHO HE IS. If anyone can help him with his identity, please come to Gate 14".

With the folks behind him in line laughing hysterically,the man glared at the United Airlines agent, gritted his teeth, and said, "F*** You!"

Without flinching, she smiled and said, "I'm sorry sir, you'll have to get in line for that, too."

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