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Wednesday, February 22, 2006

The Case For Capitalism




I have long been fascinated by the invisible line that exists between anarchism and communism. I tend to envision the two concepts as being like neighboring countries, let's say France and Germany. When looking at the two nations on a globe, you may notice that they are separated by nothing more than a paper-thin arbitrary line, and yet when you spin the globe only slightly, it becomes apparent that an entire world encompassing thousands upon thousands of miles exists between them. Such can most certainly be said of anarchism and communism.

On the surface it would appear that the two movements are polar opposites, one rooted in rugged individualism, the other in cooperative communal harmony; one in chaos, one in order. However despite what you may have learned from the school of John Lydon, most anarchists consider their intentions—as well as their movement at large—to be largely absent of chaos. Likewise, there are few self-proclaimed communists who would fully dismiss the virtue of the individual.

If anything, the differences between the two movements are dwarfed by their vast similarities. Both seek to abolish the state as a controlling force, both emphasize the need for individuals to work together to make society function, both are rooted in secular philosophy, and both are highly skeptical of uneven distribution of wealth, usually uniting around a common enmity toward the class system. Most notably, both movements are fiercely and bitterly opposed to capitalism. The exception, of course, would be anarcho-capitalism, which I would venture to say is a far more realistic vision of anarchy, but I'll save that argument for a future article. Anarcho-capitalism is hardly the mainstream of the anarchist movement, and so for the sake of this article I'll stick with the purist forms of each respective movement.

So with all of the aforementioned similarities established, what predominate belief or idea separates anarchism from communism? Some would argue that a primary difference is common ownership vs. individual initiative, and there is certainly some truth to that, but I fear I am oversimplifying. Some would argue that the two movements are separated by self-governance vs. collective cooperation, the basic root of democratic socialism. Again, I am oversimplifying, and I plan to oversimplify even more as I propose my own theory on the matter.

My belief is this: the most fundamental divide existing between anarchism and communism is a differing understanding of human nature. At the risk of generalizing, an anarchist is more likely to believe the best in human nature, whereas a communist is more likely to hold a pessimistic view. Before you start challenging my conclusions, just hear me out. I intend to explain my reasoning at length, as well as my concerns about the repercussions of both worldviews (which is really why I felt compelled to write this piece in the first place).

One fundamental tenet of anarchism is the belief that human beings are perfectly capable of managing their own affairs without the ever-watching eye of authority (which is, itself, a man-made and usually fear-based concept). To the anarchist, authority is unnecessary because (among other things) it is rooted in intimidation, and is a means by which unworthy human beings exploit and enslave one another. Since the methods by which authority is decided are completely arbitrary (even in the case of democracy), authority is hardly a necessary element for a productive society.

I confess that I myself toyed with the idea of anarchism (or at least, minarchism) for a brief time, perhaps due to a combination of my love for old school punk rock and an enjoyment of old Ayn Rand novels. It ultimately occurred to me, however, that human nature most certainly is not good, or even decent for that matter. Dinesh D'Souza once said that a baby does not lack the will to do harm, but only the strength, and D'Souza has never been more right. What I ultimately came to accept is that human nature needs restraint. "Chaos" isn't the goal of anarchy; only the inevitable result.

Karl Marx, for all his faults, was at least smart enough to understand that in order for his vision of communal harmony to ever be possible, there would first be required a long period of (what I would venture to call) brainwashing and social conditioning, what Marx referred to as socialism. Okay, granted, most communists and socialists wouldn't refer to it quite that way, but that is really what it boils down to. Spend enough time drugging your subjects with soma, a la Brave New World, and you might succeed in shattering human nature just enough to create a beautiful and blissful automatonic society.

Marx understood (perhaps more than most modern day communists) that human nature is inherently selfish. Capitalism caters to a carnal desire within each of us to better ourselves with little concern for the collective, in short, to look out for number one. Marx's solution was therefore to bridge the gap between capitalism and communism through a period of socialism, in which human nature could theoretically be harnessed and reengineered.

Why am I repeating myself? Because I strongly wish to emphasize the idea of socialism as envisioned by Karl Marx. I fear that many of today's well-meaning socialists have no idea just what the movement was intended for. Aldous Huxley couldn't have illustrated it better. Since I have already established that the philosophies of communism and anarchism represent two extreme ends of a spectrum (separated by a very narrow line), the question remains, what is the happy medium? In our modern culture, it seems to come down to capitalism and socialism. The feudalistic age is dead (and I say good riddance to it), and there is scarcely a relevant monarchy left on Earth, so we ought to establish then whether capitalism or socialism is the better method of operating a productive society. Conveniently, I believe this is a question I have already answered.

While neither of the two systems is perfect, I sincerely believe that capitalism, by default, is the better method. "But hey Chris," I can hear you saying, "we already knew you would say that. You're a rightwing nutjob. What's your point?" Once again, this is a question I have already answered. If you know anything about me, it should come as no surprise that I would favor a capitalist society over one that is governed by socialist policy, but my point here is to illustrate specifically WHY I favor capitalism, and once again it boils down to human nature.

Socialism, by and large, is an effort to drown the effects of human nature by authoritarian means. Do you remember when you were a child and were asked to perform some menial task by your parent(s)? You replied, “Do I have to?” and your parents replied, “No, you get to.” That’s basically how socialism works. You realize that certain things are expected of you, and that you have absolutely no choice in the matter but to conform to the will of the powers that be, but you are told—and are made to understand—that it is for your own good, and for the good of society. Many people have no problem whatsoever with this notion, even here in America. I suppose that’s exactly what Marx and Engels hoped to accomplish. The irony, however, is that the Communist Manifesto sought to create the perfect libertarian society (communism) by proposing some of the fiercest authoritarian policies known to man (socialism). Am I the only one who sees the contradiction? When you do the math, it becomes clear that communism minus socialism equals anarchism, because unless you can quell people’s selfish carnal instincts, chaos will inevitably rule the day.

So let us recap. Socialism is 1) repressive 2) an attempt to reengineer human nature through authoritarianism 3) the sole stepping stone for communism, and 4) an immense historical failure on all fronts (I’ll have to elaborate on this in a future article as I fear I have already rambled on excessively), then it should be an absolute no-brainer that a socialist system of government is not the most effective way to promote a productive society. And since we have already established that anarchism is no better (and hardly any different, despite Marxist criticisms), then that leaves capitalism by default, the worst system of government on Earth (except for all the others).

Capitalism most certainly has its flaws, some of which I have already touched upon. There is the vast potential for exploitation, people are rewarded for systematic greed, and overall it is pretty dog-eat-dog. Nevertheless, when you consider the alternatives, it really doesn’t seem so bad. I don’t intend to begin rambling on about the American dream or the potential of a free market, although I can certainly think of a few distinct advantages off the top of my head. I support capitalism because I do not believe that human nature can be reengineered, nor do I believe that it contains enough goodness or purity to be left to its own devices. The brilliance of capitalism is that it caters to people’s selfish desires and harnesses that seemingly negative energy for positive use, through economic growth and expansion that provides jobs, keeps prices competitive and fuels some of the world’s most powerful economies. Oscar Wilde once said, "America is the only country that went from barbarism to decadence without civilization in between." Truer words were perhaps never spoken, and while we may be only as civilized as our fallible natures will allow, our rise to decadence is a long-standing testament to the potential of the capitalist way of life.

More on this later.

Thursday, February 09, 2006

Confessions of a Former Emo Kid
(and a final farewell to Lady Punk Rock)





As one who has been long immersed within the punk rock culture (at least to varying degrees), I have seldom divulged the following information to anyone. Although the adolescent genre commonly referred to as emo is unquestionably the offspring of Lady Punk Rock, it is an illegitimate offspring at best, like the bastard child that nobody likes to talk about. Simply put, if you meet someone who prides himself on being a diehard NOFX fan, chances are he doesn't own any My Chemical Romance t-shirts. Likewise, if you meet a diehard fan of My Chemical Romance, he probably doesn't know a lot of NOFX, and if he does, or claims to, then it is probably because he seeks acceptance within the larger scene, and not because Fat Mike "rocks his socks," so to speak.

This is how it should be, because emo and punk rock, while related in certain idiosyncratic ways, represent two very different attitudes and outlooks. The former sees the glass as half empty, and the latter sees the glass as delightfully breakable. If I may offer another illustration, the emo kid is like the punk rocker's whiny little brother who always hangs around and tries to act the part, but can never manage to reach the same level of contentment because the only area of his big brother's life he does NOT mimic is his initiative, rather opting to just mope around wondering why life isn't going his way.

I don't know about you, but I would much rather model myself after the big brother. The paradox however is that the little brother modeled himself after the big brother as well, at least in theory. As I touched upon before, the little brother's downfall was forgetting one key ingredient: personal initiative. As I write this, I think to myself how much I hate using the word initiative, because it is largely ambiguous. Taking initiative can mean crossing the street as cars are passing, or it can refer to fulfilling a task before one is asked to do so. For the sake of this post, I don't wish to employ either of those two definitions, at least not in a literal sense. When I refer to taking initiative, I am focused on the idea of deciding—rather than just looking for—one's own destiny. This is the heart of punk rock, DIY, and the most central element that sets the genre apart from bleeding-heart emo. It is this theory that drew me into the world of punk rock back in 1999, at the age of 16. There was a time before that, however, and that is where my confession begins.

So, without any further hesitation or needless circumlocution, here goes. I, Kris Avalon, being of sound mind, was once an emo kid. Let me elaborate. I was an emo kid in terms of philosophy. I didn't necessarily listen to emo music in high school; I wasn't attending Jimmyeatworld concerts or anything like that. It was an attitude, a belief that I was a victim of my circumstances and that there was nothing I could do to change them. My only options were to complain about my circumstances with the hope that I could bless others with just a shred of the same self-imposed misery that I was feeling, and to write poetry about slitting my wrists (though of course I would never have the fortitude to actually try it).

Why won't girls go out with me? How come I don't get invited to parties? Why does my dad have to be so strict? That jerk doesn't understand me at all! Why is the world so bleak?

For a time, these were common questions and exclamations for me. Granted, I never really talked to any girls or hung out with people who threw parties (me associate with shallow jocks?! the scandal!), and my home life really wasn't that bad, but nevertheless I had myself thoroughly convinced that I was suffering the greatest plight since Auschwitz, and at no fault of my own.

Then one day I was strolling through a Wherehouse Music store with one of my friends, quietly lamenting the tragedy of my small allowance, when I happened upon the used CDs. At the time the employees allowed customers to open the used CDs and listen to them, and so I would often go to the store specifically to sample unfamiliar music. On this particular day I found a CD with a peculiar title: "So Long and Thanks For all the Shoes." It was by a band called NOFX, a name I recognized only because one of my acquaintances had a patch with those letters on his backpack. Feeling curious, I placed the disk into the store's CD player and was instantly brought to my knees (perhaps not literally) by the opening notes of "Punk Rock Elite."

It's funny, because when I think back to all of the turning points in my life, every one of them in some way involves music. This day was no exception. I was mesmerized by the CD as I listened to it, one song after another. Some of the songs were fast, some were a bit slower, some had heavy distortion, some resembled ska, but the whole collective album seemed cohesive in the sense that it was one continuous celebration of just not giving a shit. They weren't the greatest looking guys, nor the wealthiest or most famous, but it was evident that they enjoyed their lives, and I wanted a part of it.

That was the beginning of my journey with punk rock. DIY was my new philosophy, and I can proudly say that I left my emo ways behind. In fact, my senior year of high school was even enjoyable for the most part (aside from the stresses of choosing a college and hoping for acceptance). Punk has done a lot of great things for me. It has lifted me from the trammel of self-loathing, helped me to start taking control of my own circumstances (today I’m going for my bachelor’s degree, I have a great job, a novel which has been submitted for publishing consideration, and my music career is moving forward with each new day) and ultimately altered my outlook on life for the better. I even thought about getting a DIY tattoo, but I might wait on that one.

So if there are any emo kids out there who are reading this, please don’t take offense. It is not my intention to demean anyone specifically. I enjoy listening to Dashboard Confessional, My Chemical Romance, Panic! at the Disco and Story of the Year quite immensely, and unlike many who align themselves with punk rock culture, I’m not at all ashamed to admit it. I love many genres of music and pride myself on being unusually eclectic, but my concern is more with the attitudes than with the music itself. I can agree that The Used have written some great songs, but if your outlook on life is based on or reflected in their lyrics, then you, my friend, have a problem. You only live once, and it’s up to you to make things happen. Don’t sit around whining about your circumstances. Get out there and change the world. Ask yourself why things are so bleak, and then examine possible ways in which you can improve your situation. DIY. It sounds idealistic, I know, and I don’t mean to make light if you are the type of person who has suffered real tragedy, but if you’re anything like I was (and I daresay, even if you are worse off), there is hope for you yet. You need not even enjoy punk rock music to enjoy the punk rock mentality.

And it is that mentality to which I am forever indebted. Who would have ever thought that a subculture rooted in drugs, violence and untethered hedonism could be a beacon of such immense personal wisdom? Thank you, Lady Punk Rock. I will never forget the lessons you have taught me, nor will I take them for granted or allow them to cease from guiding me in my day-to-day life. You lifted me during dark times and taught me what it truly means to live. It is probably true that very few of your apprentices have followed the same political path that I have chosen, but you are the reason that I am a Republican, a libertarian, and all that seems the antithesis of punk. It is possible that you may have intended for me to follow the punk rock mainstream and fight for left-wing causes, I will never know for sure. I have a hard time believing it, though, because it is you, Lady Punk Rock, who has taught me to look to myself, to forge my own destiny, to fight for my own prosperity and stand on my own two feet. If I am to accept that I am not a victim of my circumstances, as you taught me in the early days, then I am also to accept that I am responsible for my own life: its circumstances, its hardships, its outcomes. I am reminded of Larry Elder, the popular radio talk show host. His parents were both Democrats, but as they instilled within him morals of self-determination and personal responsibility, they had no idea they were raising a Republican. You have done the same for me, Lady Punk Rock, and while it may not have been your intention to mold me into a Republican, you have done just that, and I thank you for it.

So farewell, Lady Punk Rock. There is little more that you can teach me. I thank you once again for the influence you have had in my life, and I promise to keep in touch. The music that you continue to spawn will always remain in my collection, and your spirit will always remain within me. I may not be performing punk music anymore, but do know that the candle of your punk rock essence will always continue to burn brightly in my heart. You have been a loyal friend and companion, and we have shared some great moments together.

So long and thanks for all the love.