Sultan Knish
“Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn’t go away,”
Philip K. Dick said, when asked to define what reality is. Dick was a
Science Fiction writer and that seems appropriate enough we are living
in a Science Fiction world where there is no reality anymore, because
the real goes away, but the unreal does not.
Virtual reality, it turned out, was not some complicated gizmo that made
you look like a blind skier and allowed you to enter into another
world, instead it was an unreal world being comprehensively overlaid on
top of our own. The lines between the real and the unreal haven't
blurred because the unreal has gotten so much more sophisticated. The
unreal is more fake than ever, but discerning that has become more
difficult now that the real has gone away.
As we watch the news covering a story, what we are actually watching is
the media making up a story and then telling that story incessantly and
embedding it in every nook and cranny of their coverage. This blurring
of the lines between the real and the fake is not happening thanks to
the magic of technology, but the prosaic methods of complete
insincerity.
The fake is being overlaid on the real, like men fighting on top of a
board with a movie of a train passing by in the background to give the
impression that they are fighting on top of it. Such cheap trickery
defines our media environment where reporters barge into events and
badger the participants into playing along with their movie. Or they
just play the clip of actual events and frame them so that everyone
hears their version of what is going on.
There's Godzilla and we know he's real because we can see Tokyo in the
background. There's the latest media narrative and we know it's real,
because we can see Tampa in the background as some blow-dried buffoon
does breathing exercises before commencing to tell us that the
Republican Party, which supports things that would have made Ike and Ron
have coronaries, has gone so far to the right that it might as well be a
Godzilla of reactionary running dog capitalism.
This is our shoddy virtual reality with a CNN or MSNBC logo planted on
top. There is you still sitting on your same old couch, watching Chris
Matthews yelling himself hoarse about racism, because racism is our
virtual reality. It is the world that we are supposed to live in and
Chris' job, for which he receives some 5 million a year, is to convince
us that we are living in it.
"Racism," Chris yells at the screen, like the idiot shaman of some stone
age tribe, and those dull-witted enough to believe him nod knowingly,
because it makes them feel as if they know something. And in a world
where nothing is real, knowing something makes them feel a little less
confused. They don't understand why the prices are suddenly so high and
the bank won't give them a loan-- but they can understand that
Republicans are bad people and somehow responsible for it.
Some 70 percent of Barack Obama's Twitter followers may be fake, but why
quibble at such numbers. The people who decided to make Obama popular
did so through constant repetition that translated into the peer
pressure of the trend. Obama became a trending topic and everyone
followed along because in an unreal world, you follow the unreal leader.
Obama is fake, his popularity is fake, but it's also real, because fake
is now the ultimate reality. The purveyors of fakeness have demonstrated
their ability to transform the unreal into the real through
manufactured consensus. By insisting that something unpopular was
popular often enough, they made it popular. And by insisting that
something popular is really unpopular, they did the opposite.
The Solomon Asch study showed that people will change their correct
answers to conform with the wrong answers that are being given by
others. The false consensus has operated on that same paradigm,
convincing people of two lies. The first lie is that the wrong answer is
the right answer. And the second lie that everyone else has already
agreed that the wrong answer is correct.
Doing all that is impossible unless people lose touch with the real. The
wraparound nature of the media has made it so that the unreal never
goes away. The unreal is so pervasive because it has so many outlets and
we are all wired into one or more of them. If the unreal doesn't get
into your head one way, it will do it another way. The viral virus
adapts because its designers are intelligent. And most of all they are
persistent. They aren't just malicious or in it for the money, though
both those things are also true, they believe. They are missionaries and
their goal is to convert you into fodder for their malicious money
machine.
Reality hasn't gone away, but we have gone away from it. Enough of us
have gone down into the dream, grasped a thread of the story and allowed
it to sweep us away. Given a choice between the red pill and the blue
pill, they have unconsciously chosen the blue pill without ever being
aware that they had a choice. And they are cushioned in this virtual
world by a government that promises to take care of them and their
children and their children's children until the end of time.
It's a lie, but knowing a lie for what it is requires either being able
to do the math or have the common sense to know it for what it is. And
common sense is derived from rough and tumble contact with reality. And
reality has gotten harder to find these days. It requires unplugging all
the belief channels, stepping out into the fresh air and trying to see
what still remains when all the things that the belief trends told you
to believe in have gone away.
There is a very specific category of people who are uncomfortable with
the way things are and for the most people these are the people who have
ongoing forcible contact with realities that don't go away when the
talking head begins jabbering, the memes begin spewing and the trending
topics trend. These are the people who work for a living outside the
bubble, who know that external safety nets are unreliable and that they
are always on the edge of something... even if they don't always know
what.
It isn't wealth that is the determinant. Many of the wealthy occupy a
wholly unreal world. A world where things happen because they want them
to. It's what makes the technocracy of the last three administrations so
seductive to powerful men and women who begin to think that they truly
can move the world. It's the edge that matters, the sharp sense of pain
that reminds you that there is a sharp reality here that isn't going
away.
In a world where the fake seems real, the real seems fake. Obama seems
more real than Romney and Ryan because he has mastered the art of the
unreal. Television reality is not the same thing as reality, but it can
seem more real, that is until you see how fake television makeup appears
in real life. But there is no more real life in that sense. Not
anymore.
Television is no longer a thing into which people step into and then
step out of again. It no longer has that sense of being a passing moment
where an appearance is insubstantial because it is temporary. Now
television is permanent. It doesn't turn off late at night, the eagle
doesn't fly above a painted backdrop while the anthem plays. It is
everywhere because video is everywhere. Everything is being captured on
video through the eyes of surveillance cameras, teenagers pointing cell
phones at each other and men sitting in their room and declaiming at a
webcam. The real and the fake have merged to spawn something that is
real enough to be properly fake and fake enough to pass for real. It is a
collective creative act, our final artform whose title is simply,
"Life", as envisioned by those who no longer know what life is.
Obama feels real because he has that same unreal quality, that sense of
always being onstage, of an actor who is never out of character because
he is always performing. It is an artificial reality that seems
super-real, because like video it has that intensity and immediacy that
exists to satiate the attention deficit disorder with a surfeit of
stimulation. It seems real, only because we no longer know what real is.
When a disaster happens, people reach for an instant baseline of
comparison in a movie. Real tragedy seems unreal because it seems
cinematic. The story of Obama is equally cinematic, it real because it
is like a movie. Except it isn't a movie, and yet it is, because we
experience it in two ways, through the real connection with the economic
consequences of his policies, and through the unreal display of his
teleprompter fed blatherings, the easy grin that he practices in a
mirror and the eyes that never quite look at anything because they are
their own reflection.
Obama is a real disaster that seems cinematic. We have all seen this
movie, but we have seen two versions of the movie. In one version, a bad
unfit man climbs to power and ruthlessly abuses power to achieve his
ends. In the other version, a good saintly man is elected and fights
desperately to keep the bad men from abusing power. Which of those
movies you think that you are watching depends on a variety of factors.
But the problem is that reality isn't a movie. And it doesn't go away
when you change the channel.
When all the bubbles of rhetoric pop, there are still the hard
unpleasant realities to deal with. Bailouts and money pits can only bury
them for so long. Governments sending money to banks and swapping
worthless commodities that only exist in the theory of a theory only
work for as long as people believe in them.
Even an unreal economy reported on by an unreal media cheering on an
unreal leader can only run for so long until reality punches through the
illusion, the curtain falls, the magicians scramble off the stage with
rabbits and doves tucked into their pants, and everyone wakes up to
realize that the dream is over and we realize that we are entering a
world where the stories no longer matter and history is about to begin.
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