We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Cultural and institutional rot happens, but it can be hastened by societal change - like the internet - or intentional efforts. The greatest portion of the rot and disturbance we are feeling to day, IMAO, stems from the Gramscian memetic warfare tactics of the Soviets. These zombie memes - always the racism, the imperialism, fighting hegemony and the patriarchy, the bankruptcy of capitalism - were sent out to destroy the West by the KGB and GRU, and even though the Soviet state folded the undead memes continue to wander around eating western brains.
Eric Raymond deserves a Congressional Freedom Medal.
Yeah, I know I'm kind of repeating a recent comment. Sorry, it bears repeating.
The Gramsci generation of Marxist substituted race and gender warfare as class warfare just wasn't working. The democratic party has absorbed Marxism and you can see its warfare in action most any day. SJW Marxists are ingrained in every public institution and have made excellent headway in religious institutions...there are no institutions that have not been infiltrated.
My first and primary impulse was to attempt to dissect Gramsci's motivations and to do an in-depth, psycho-litical analysis of the social forces that might have affected his formative years, and then led him down the dark, envious, and auto-annihilating path toward socialism.
But then, I found this a piece that oh-so-perfectly encapsulates his insouciance towards individualism and self-determination with a candid, cogent "Je Ne Sais Quoi" directness that I can only hope to, one day, master.