Meaning Well: Anti Irony #1

One of the worst things you can call someone now is “well-meaning.”

A well-meaning person is always doing the wrong thing. The phrase encompasses many sins. The well-meaning person is presumed to be ignorant of the world’s harsh ways, naive, gullible, and full of an unwarranted optimism especially about human nature. Arrogance or at least hubris is implied too, in that well-meaning people have an exaggerated view of their own ability to improve things.

One thing is certain: well-meaning people always make things worse. They’re always trying to feed babies when the real problem is that parents won’t work. Or getting in the way of a war because of the horrors thereof when the real problem can only be solved by winning the war. Or providing shelter for the poor when the real problem is the oppressive system that keeps them poor. Well-meaning people always seem to have band-aid solutions and don’t see the picture. Their attempts to make things better always result in disaster because of something called the Law of Unintended Consequences which says that every time you do something that seems to mean well it will mean more trouble later on, in the larger scheme of things.

The answer to the problem of the well-meaning is to accept that the world is a harsh place and embrace that harshness. In fact, one is supposed to embody the world’s hard ways. If someone misbehaves, punishment and force must be used. If there is a problem between governments, then it will inevitably result in war and it’s best to prosecute the war as soon as possible. If there is a social disaster like a famine or an economic crisis, it’s important that this “run its course”; mere half-measures like handing out food or shoes will only drag out the problem.

If a problem resists solution by bombing or jailing or some other harsh measures, then it is considered to be insoluble and part of the human condition. To say otherwise is, once again, to be “well-meaning.” Tough-minded hard-nosed adults understand how unforgiving and full of suffering things are and don’t try to change it. Only the very young and the fatally naive believe that things can be improved.

This is a place where Social Darwinism, Marxism, and Malthusian pessimism meet after having been thoroughly dumbed down into one idea: don’t try to be good. The task is impossible and will make you into a victim yourself. Worse still, it will obstruct the natural way of things which eventually resolves conflicts. The Tao of this worldview is cruelty, and you must flow with it.

This attitude is everywhere in my country. The admirable person is said to be hard-nosed, realistic, rational, sober, and tough. His opponents are softies, Pollyannas, illogical, giddy, and weak. It’s as though the Churchill-Chamberlain dichotomy was applied to every part of life: politics, religion, law, medicine, the arts, everything. You’re either a heroic bulldog war fighter or an umbrella-waving idiot appeaser.

The word “aggressive” is entirely positive in all contexts. It has come to mean “effective,” and anything labeled “passive” is by definition a failure. One roots out crime aggressively, and also treats disease aggressively, and even an aggressive prose style is given the seal of approval.

I urge you to resist this. Mean well.

Feed babies. Use band-aids on wounds. Give poor people 20 dollar bills and places to stay. Solve arguments without violence. Oppose cruelty and war. Be passive rather than aggressive. I urge you, in fact, to be a complete weenie and wussy, who can’t see that what’s needed is a short sharp shock. I urge you to think of criminals and drug addicts as salvageable improvable humans. I urge you to lose an argument more often and to resist an opportunity to destroy an enemy.

It’s true that our conscience doesn’t know how to manage a central bank or create a national water policy or stop the warmongering of dictators. And our conscience is naive about realpolitik and the tragedy of the commons and the necessity of breaking eggs to make metaphorical omelettes.

“Well-meaning” is our attitude when we listen to conscience. I am not ashamed.

Boyfriends

Boyfriends are different from me.

Boyfriends are smart, like me. But they are also athletic or tough guys. Sometimes they aren’t athletic any more, or they have stopped being tough guys. But they were before. They are self-deprecating or ironic about being tough guys or athletes. They get to be smart and also be tough guys and very physical.

Boyfriends have good taste, like me. But they’re also clean and well-organized. They have several credit cards and a car that is in good repair. Most of them ride motorcycles, too. Sometimes they were tough guys or athletic on motorcycles before and now they just have one. They appreciate the arts and literature and also go very fast on motorcycles and on their cars taht are in good repair.

Boyfriends can travel and buy nice things for themselves and for their girlfriends because they have good office jobs and several credit cards. They know how to not run out of money and they are always able to pay for things when it’s necessary. Their apartments have cool stuff in them even if the apartments are very small.

Boyfriends are nice guys, like me. But they are aggressive too. They persist and get things that they want. Sometimes they’re angry a lot because they need to be angry to get what they want. They are not shy about demonstrating dominance but they are still nice guys.

Not all women date boyfriends. Some boyfriends marry and are technically husbands then but they are still boyfriends. It is not a role; it is a particular type of guy. Some guys that I know are boyfriends and some are not.

Edit: They almost all wear glasses. I don’t know why. Sweaters, too.

Boyfriends sometimes say that they are dorks or geeks or outcasts. Sometimes their girlfriends say this about them too. It is not true, though. That’s why it is said.

HI folks. Meet Cliff.

Cliff likes to sing and make songs. Cliff also never, ever wants to get a speeding ticket, ever again. So Cliff recorded something about his heroes.

I found out about this because the CHP’s homepage plays this song, unasked, when you visit them.

In case you don’t have Real’s plugin running on your browser, I’ve captured the magic for you in this mp3 file (4M).

And that’s today’s Law Enforcement Music Update.

I suggest a fire.

It’s great to see that Tower is continuing to overprice even during their final dying going-out-of-business sale. The CDs and DVDs are all 10% off the insane list price no one pays. Whee.

Three-month-old magazines are 30% off, though, if you’re into those.

Thou shalt not blog

via cruel.com:

Blogs – And God’s Youth.

Just don’t, kids. It’s not good to “want a voice,” and you shouldn’t be tempted by quizzes about flirtation. Plus, idle words are evil. Fortunately I am a professional and a specialist so I get to have one if I want.

About a third of what this guy says is dead on, of course. Blogs are blather, the “current mood” is ridiculous, and posting quizzes and babbling about nothing is in fact a huge waste of time. Point taken. He allows email and instant messaging, though. You’d think that recent events would have given him pause especially about IMing. My favorite paragraph:

Then there is the language itself. Here is a mild example: “If your a hater then whateva i dont have time 4 your negativity in my positive world.” Phrases such as “screwed up,” “I dunno,” and every type of swear word are commonly used. One blog by a young twentysomething in a splinter used the acronym “OMG,” which is a shorthand way to take God’s name in vain.

Wasn’t Tyre incinerated because they kept saying “I dunno”?

DEAR STUART: I HAVE CONCERNS ABOUT THE BUNNY

Dear changeng:

Bunny.

Bunny Maintenance

Please explain:

  1. Your bunny.
  2. Why the bunny slowly gyrates some times but not other times.
  3. Why the bunny’s crotch is mic’d.
  4. What the bunny maintenance procedure is that you’re performing above.
  5. Why the bunny performed only during a Doors song.

Thanks in advance,

Your terrified audience, substitute

P.S. I know you say you haven’t read it, but I keep thinking about Leisuretown