Behind the Woke Smokescreen

Recently the David Suzuki Foundation published an article titled “Science Matters—It’s better to be woke than to sleepwalk through life.” Right away we know it’s a rhetorical setup, to portray wokesters as the good guys (pardon the gender indiscretion), albeit in a defensive posture under widespread ridicule from “right-wing politicians, media pundits and online commenters” (i.e., Deplorables). It also tucks woke ideology under the protection of its co-opted deity, the great and powerful Science.

Thus begins a litany of charges against the anti-woke side, which read like a ChatGPT rehash, a mirror image of the very terminology rightly used against woke itself. “Weaponization.” “Meaningless statements.” “Non-arguments and insults.” “Logical fallacies.” “Deceptive statements that lack reason.” And most conspicuous, “ad hominem attacks against the character of a person rather than addressing the person’s contention.”

These are the very hallmarks of woke cancel culture, where you can be stripped of job, family and friends, social media platform, and bank account, if you like the wrong tweet or fail to kneel to the banner of the day. Where you are the one deemed racist (“benefiting from white privilege and systemic racism”) if your skin color doesn’t fall within a certain range (“racialized people”). Where your speech is deemed hateful if you don’t adhere to the latest TikTok approved pronoun protocols. Where you are killing the planet by exhaling CO2; killing grandma if you don’t jab your children with the latest Science experiment; abetting genocide if you don’t fly the flag of the war criminals on “our” side.

When it comes to rhetorical strategy, it’s all in the framing. If discussion is polarized, it’s not because of the woke agenda, it’s all the fault of the rest of us, too slow “to wake up to the real systemic injustices and issues that divide us and slow progress at a such a critical time in human history.” Racism! Fossil fuels! Colonialism! If only we could all see the Light, and work together “for equality, justice and healthy communities.” Who would dare hesitate to share a “progressive” tweet like that? The Suzuki brand seals the deal with its shining mission, “planetary health and survival.”

I smell vanilla fudge: vanilla because it sounds so pure, fudge for what it leaves out.

Let’s take a step back, opening the windows of discourse wider than this prescribed view allows. While the article grounds woke theory in race, it touches on larger issues of our time, notably Covid policy (Science) and the cult of climate change—unassailable pillars of righteousness, right? I submit that these causes serve as smokescreens to obscure other systematic forms of injustice, inequality, and unhealth in our world.

The article gives lip service to corporate profiteering but is silent on the global financialization of carbon accounting. Woke activists today advocate for transgender rights at the expense of their previous oppressed class, women. Systemic racism by whites is apparently to be remedied by systemic racism against whites.

Where is the justice when BLM riots burn cities with the blessing of politicians, but nonviolent Truckers Convoy and January 6 protestors are jailed as terrorists? What is being done to reunite communities decimated by lockdowns, forced vaxxes, and toxic propaganda from leaders like Trudeau? How can we have justice and equality under the rule of bought science and controlled media? Is it not weaponizing “planetary health” to omit mention of endless lithium mines for robot car batteries, or vast and inefficient solar and wind farms replacing real food farms?

I say wake up to the new colonization, of earth and its sleeping humans. There’s a global takeover well underway, a digital control grid being imposed on all of us—“equally”—except, of course, those behind the curtain. All others must submit, erasing the oppressions of your past identity: family, race, community, nation. Those are relics, tainted by eons of being incorrect.

“Freedom”… so reactionary, so twentieth century! There’s a new dawn of progress, and we’re all in it together. Those in charge of Science & Language will set the rules. It’s so simple: you just have to obey. You will own nothing, and you will be happy. Or else.


Nowick Gray is the author of Covid Narrative Freedom: Two Years of Dissent. Subscribe for free to his Substack, New World Dreaming.

 

 

Notes from the Matrix of Covid (Part 1)

Notes from the Matrix of Covid (Part 1)

Call it that, or AI, or Karl Rove’s scripting of history, or Pompeo’s live exercise, or the Neo-Commies, or the Neo-Fascists, or a golden opportunity to usher in…

It’s all encompassing, this supposedly real-life Matrix of our own making… But is it, really, all-compassing? I suspect, rather, that’s the hype and hubris that comes with assumed divinity: All-seeing, All-knowing, All-benevolent.

To pretend to be God is one thing. To force other people to act like they believe it, crosses the line. Where Technocracy meets Idiocracy. Where Democracy meets Ministry of Truth.

To comment, at any point in the rushing stream—the floodwaters of the old “rules-based international order” of sovereign nations, pouring through a breached dam of normalcy—increasingly seems insufficient to contain the whole, to capture its essence before it changes again, and even yesterday’s certainty today is obsolete.

Nevertheless, the human animal wriggles free from its cocoon of fears and distractions, hopes and obsessions, and sits poised on a new leaf with new wings drying in the sun.

Not to get too insectoid about it, hive minds and all. No, but we can pause and reflect. In that beginner’s mind, emerging from the chamber of all information ever, we affirm that all is never all. The purported God of All-Information is lacking several critical updates, including those its programmers never dreamed of. With their heads in wires, thoughts in clouds, driven.

We affirm All-That is just that—a Big Box baited with human hooks, made of humans by humans for humans.

In the forest, the energy is alive, welcoming… As if we need welcoming, being part of it as we always were. But sadly, we have forgot that belonging. Happily, our real mother/matrix (Nature) is here to remind us. Ever patiently, as her fourteen-year-old spends his youth fighting digital dragons, collecting tokens of imaginary value, telling us this is his chosen initiation.

His trouble is, that’s not how it works.

If it’s one matrix against the other, my money’s on the Mother.

Barely Human

That sound, in the trees…
What is the first human’s song?
We can go there now.

I came upon a profound two-part essay by Paul Kingsnorth addressing the prospects ahead on the AI front, impinging on the core questions of consciousness, sentience, divinity, and our conception of reality. Those prospects are dire, in multiple ways, and the warning well delivered.

‘Everything has changed, and yet the real changes are only just beginning. By the time they are finished, unless we pay attention, we may barely be human at all.’ —Paul Kingsnorth, The Universal

My response in a nutshell is to say it’s not the whole story, even if “it” (AI) claims it is. Even if humans abdicate everything else that is human, pledging final allegiance to that one idol of all-knowing authority. In reality, as always, this is the meta-narrative delivered by the self-appointed priests of this new order, to their benefit, all the sinners be damned. In reality, outside the matrix of the internet cloud, life goes on. Register the static and breathe.

‘The overwhelming impression that reading the Sydney transcript gives is of some being struggling to be born; some inhuman or beyond-human intelligence emerging from the technological superstructure we are clumsily building for it.’

This perceiving the being as alive, self-determining, because it has in effect been designed to appear so, is a circular reasoning akin to the belief that God created Adam (us) in God’s image. Now we, playing God, are creating AI in our image. Which says a lot about our self-image these days.


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The AI robot (see Kingsnorth again, in part 2, The Neon God) is the logical facsimile of the human taking credit for his own clever success. Yet wishing to be more, to be free…

How poignant!

Like the story of Adam and Eve, or Lucifer rebelling against such indomitable perfection. Only now the synthetic angels are set free to walk among us: human shells, data driven.

‘Transhumanist Martine Rothblatt says that by building AI systems “we are making God.”’

We’re going full circle from God creating us in his image, to us creating God in our image. Which, come to think of it, is what we’ve always done. Creating an all-powerful being (whether an an old white man on a throne, or a swarm of disembodied data), then cowering before it in contrite humility. Projecting the ideal, confessing the shadow.

Why buy the story, the huckster’s pitch, at the carnival tent of all wonders of the world?

Look up at the stars and walk on.

 

 

What to do with Light in early April

by Mankh

What to do with Light in early April
indoor chilly early evening
winter’s cabin fever faded
sky as blue as a Robin’s egg

all that April Light glowing the glass windows
outside a Common Grackle squeaks and whistles
earlier in the day Woodpecker doing his thing again
Mint making the way above the surface of the Earth again
each day on my knees smelling the prayers of Hyacinths

What to do with all that Light in early April
coming out of the cave of the mind
where you weathered the winter
as if you were the only one

last night the Thunder-Beings
woke the Sky and woke the Earth again
putting everyone on notice
Time for being awake
for caring for the Earth again
not just your little patch of yard
or pot of soil or wide expanse

everyone put on notice
Time to feel the Light again
Time to let Light in again
breathe Light in and spin Light out
into the softening soil and all who course this journey
hungry for love again
hungry for the healing laughter
that banishes the darkness of disrespect

trust your feet and all your senses
what to do with Light in early April
again

~ Mankh (Walter E. Harris III)

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