The Sanctity of the Moral Code
Or why I should be getting more sex than you.
I’ve been thinking and writing around and about the concept of a moral code for the last month now. It’s funny to skim through the articles I wrote and realize that my mind has been trying to wrap itself around this idea even as I ostensibly write about Ugledar or something. More and more I realize to myself that the Not-War and politics in general is just a medium for me to talk about the topics that I actually care about.
Now, I’ve been critical of morality and moral codes and I’ve made no bones of it on this blog. But that doesn’t mean I’m a fan of NEETshe. I am not. I understand what he was saying, and, given the parameters within which he was working, I agree with his conclusions. Also, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t impressed by his writing style. Everyone is.
Again, so much of our discourse is basically built around these premises that I can’t help but reference it.
I also want to point out how little I care about the debate on morality myself for a reason. You can relax before you read on because now you know that I am not here to impose my moral code on you or judge you for what you may or may not have done in the past that you feel bad about now.
I would find that too presumptuous and in bad taste on my part.
And yes, I understand how important the never-ending morality drama play is for so many people. That people sign up for religions and social justice causes because they want to be considered good people. That politicians go to great lengths to portray themselves as moral to win votes. That wars being fought now are portrayed in moral categories. I get all that.
But it seems rather crass to reduce everything to a debate on morality and who is double plus goodest all the time. There’s so much more to life than that. And like so many “important” elements of our society, the whole premise of the debate is a psy-op, really. One of the oldest mind-control programs, in fact. We will have to step over the moral handwringing, together, eventually.
The fact of the matter is that the Soviet Union was one of the most moral places on the planet. You scoff, but the USSR would have put any Puritan kibbutz in New England to shame. If anything, the USSR was built on a kind of extreme moral puritanism that has yet to be replicated anywhere before or since.
You may have even heard the phrase, “sex does not exist in the Soviet Union”. This is a misinterpretation of an answer that a Soviet woman gave during some kind of cultural exchange program aired on TV. She meant to say that sex was not depicted in art or entertainment mediums in the USSR.
She was right on the mark. The USSR post-Stalin forbade any and all sex. But then procreation followed soon after. Despite being a moral society, the USSR entered a demographic tailspin from which we have never recovered.
In contrast, when the United States began running the ruins of the post-Soviet rump state of Russia, they made sure that pornography and Western morality was shown on all the TV sets that had been playing Cheburashka on repeat only a few years earlier. Reproductive rates slumped even more and suicides shot right on up.
The American government actually did the same with Germany when they brutally invaded and ruthlessly subjugated it in WWII. The social engineers promoted pornography and undermined the moral code in what had previously been socially conservative countries to better control them. To make sure that no further resistance to their nefarious agenda would arise. They attempted this in Iraq and Afghanistan as well. The Taliban won by reverting to an extreme form of moral fundamentalism as a kind of defense mechanism.