Aunt Dan and Lemon
I read Wallace Shawn’s play, Aunt Dan and Lemon, back in the early 90s. It was a remarkable portrait of authoritarianism; in a nutshell, the titular character’s moral relationship to the world is expressed as a willingness to fuck Henry Kissenger. In her mind, her willingness to submit to perceived authority figures was the bulwark of a cruel and violent world.
What made it remarkable is that because, intellectually, the response was predicated on a self-perpetuating, emotional level, the result was an impenetrable, insular disconnect. Ultimately, as a species, natural selection and adaptation are gradually breeding this trait out of the population, a point easily missed as it continues to grow exponentially and become even more globally connected. Regrettably, this does not obviate the necessity of coexisting with a portion of the population so obsessed with imagined fear that it becomes the most threatening object on the horizon.
As an example? This.
Because there has been some good discussion that’s arisen as a result of it. Thing of it is? I accomplish nothing by actually agreeing. In essence? I’m reminded once again that there is no substitute for bias elimination in critical thinking or due diligence as an ethical behavior, even where no genuine engagement is possible.
Meanwhile? It’s still cold comfort to think that realpolitik will be kept on life support for any reason, even though it’s finally entered the end stage.