The Aesthetic of Joy
Fascism is aesthetic, a bias, a view through a looking glass that justifies acts of hate; blood becomes invisible to such people. It is the answer for the ease to which the veneer of civilization peels and the answer to why so many loose their minds. This is a system that peddles an ideal rather than a solution that drives decisively as a dagger to the minds of our country men.
It is bold, its is aggressive, its is suggestive, it pulls one in with its idyllic glory as heavens promise does to the soon to be dead. Romanticism is based in the distortion of brevity and democracies chaos makes it so appealing. Democracy asks for compromise, a universal application of liberty, and a contract to which all are held. It is this contract that pulls many away, to them compromise is defeat ignorant of the good it brings to all. Fascists do not sell the rational as critical analysis is in direct conflict with its goals. Emotionalism has come to dominate, an aesthetic of self, because if one feels wronged they must be and resentment grows.
So one pines for a golden age, an age blurred by the half truths of nostalgia forgetting the evils present and the oppression that enabled its luxury. They want you to forget, as their promise is more potent that way, and thus it perpetuates as hates own victims defend it in the name of false freedom; thinking our collective benefit is slavery. We have allowed this to come, because we lost sight of our country through the distortion of screens. But we can still see the light, to do the hardest thing and step out to it and follow it out of the dark.
Light is joy, light is wonder beautiful and bright, the eternal hope that flickers against the deepest night. Joy is the remembrance of prodigious times, it is an aesthetic when seen brings the quaking of our desperate hearts - as it is the desire of all beings. This is how we come to the better, by espousing a philosophy of joy, to laugh and make merry in front of the angry and hateful to smile in protest. Make them work at their hate, to suffer needlessly, as want is the most potent of lures and the better day will break. Our art, our speech, our actions are the joyous coming day and brings about that better time promised, inspiring one to pull themselves out of darkest night and sit at the common table of prosperity. To live in an aesthetic of joy.
