Fundamentalism

I think I used to be confused. I had some things right but I wasn’t a fundamentalist. Now I am right all the time!

It is easier this way. Even if I don’t understand something I know where to look. Keep looking and I’ll see it eventually. It’s harder too. The righter I am the fewer people who agree with me. It’s not me. It’s them. 

When I started writing this blog over a decade ago I was closer in time to the training that confused me. 

University education in the west is a factory of liberalism. Your maw is prized open and a torrent of relativistic morality and equivocal facts pours in. 

In some ways, it’s great. You learn a lot, you are opened to the world and you grow. In some ways it’s awful because contradictions cannot be resolved by well-meaning relativism. If everything is “valid” then you end up equivocating between extremes. 

I don’t think I was ever a liberal in the mould of the venal scum who advance poison notions such as the horseshoe theory of left and right and if I thought about it I would never have thought capitalism was reformable.

But there was a lot of fluff. A lot of woolly relativism. A lot of musing over aesthetics and far too much concern over the meanings of words. 

But I did try. At one level I was always a fundamentalist. But when life gives you Derrida you will struggle to make Marx. Fundamentally, if you educate an entire generation with Derrida you get a lot of well-meaning but confused liberals. If you educate an entire generation in Marx you will get a revolution.