Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more;
it is a tale Told by an idiot,
full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.
Nihilisman: An existentialist view of the world and life, that argues everything is basically meaningless. The Nihilist abandons values and knowledge, the word is a derivative of the latin root Nihil, that which doesn’t exist. It is used in the word annihilate.
The existential nihilist is often consumed with profound hatred and the belief that Nothingness will prevail and the world is meaningless.
The most well-known Nihilist, Friedrich Nietzsche, lost control of his faculties when he saw a horse being mistreated; he began sobbing uncontrollably and collapsed into a catatonic state. He died August 25, 1900, diagnosed as being “Utterly Insane.”
The Tea Party is probably the purest example of Existentialist Nihilism you are the most familiar with; If we analyze the essence of the Tea Party, beneath the casual conversation, the Existential Nihilism is undeniable. Remember, the basic conversation is meaningless; however, it captures the spirit of nothingness and of insanity in its purest form. The Tea party says No to God and denies humanity the power to feel the power of self. The insanity is present, but it is ignored by those who participate. In a certain respect, the Tea Party becomes the purest expression of Existentialist Nihilism. For the Tea Party labels all values as worthless, therefore, nothing can be known or communicated and it associates itself with extreme pessimism and a radical skepticism that has no loyalties.
We now join Alice as she approaches the Mad Hatter, the March Hare, and the Dormouse at their dining room table: (You surely realized, I was referring to Alice’s Tea Party, I hope.)
There was a table set out under a tree in front of the house, and the March Hare and the Hatter were having tea at it: a Dormouse was sitting between them, fast asleep, and the other two were using it as a cushion, resting their elbows on it, and talking over its head. `Very uncomfortable for the Dormouse,’ thought Alice; `only, as it’s asleep, I suppose it doesn’t mind.’
The Mad Hatter and the March Hare represent the Elites of our two party system. They have their elbows on the dormouse, who is the public. He is uncomfortable, but lethargic and unaware of how the Hare and the Hatter are using him for their own comfort and convenience. Alice represents a voice of sanity and reason. She is unwelcome at the table.
The table was a large one, but the three were all crowded together at one corner of it: `No room! No room!’ they cried out when they saw Alice coming. `There’s plenty of room!’ said Alice indignantly, and she sat down in a large arm-chair at one end of the table.
Mad Tea Party
`Have some wine,’ the March Hare said in an encouraging tone.
Alice looked all round the table, but there was nothing on it but tea. `I don’t see any wine,’ she remarked.
`There isn’t any,’ said the March Hare.
`Then it wasn’t very civil of you to offer it,’ said Alice angrily.
`It wasn’t very civil of you to sit down without being invited,’ said the March Hare.
`I didn’t know it was your table,’ said Alice; `it’s laid for a great many more than three.
‘The Hatter opened his eyes very wide on hearing this; but all he said was, `Why is a raven like a writing-desk?’
The Hatter and Hare don’t like the idea of being exposed by reason and sanity; a ruse is employed to throw off the logic of Alice.
`Come, we shall have some fun now!’ thought Alice. `I’m glad they’ve begun asking riddles.–I believe I can guess that,’ she added aloud.
`Do you mean that you think you can find out the answer to it?’ said the March Hare.
`Exactly so,’ said Alice.
`Then you should say what you mean,’ the March Hare went on.
`I do,’ Alice hastily replied; `at least–at least I mean what I say–that’s the same thing, you know.’
`Not the same thing a bit!’ said the Hatter. `You might just as well say that “I see what I eat” is the same thing as “I eat what I see”!’
Hatter engaging in rhetoric
`You might just as well say,’ added the March Hare, `that “I like what I get” is the same thing as “I get what I like”!’
`You might just as well say,’ added the Dormouse, who seemed to be talking in his sleep, `that “I breathe when I sleep” is the same thing as “I sleep when I breathe”!’
`It is the same thing with you,’ said the Hatter, and here the conversation dropped, and the party sat silent for a minute, while Alice thought over all she could remember about ravens and writing-desks, which wasn’t much.
The Hatter was the first to break the silence. `What day of the month is it?’ he said, turning to Alice: he had taken his watch out of his pocket, and was looking at it uneasily, shaking it every now and then, and holding it to his ear.
Alice considered a little, and then said `The fourth.’
`Two days wrong!’ sighed the Hatter. `I told you butter wouldn’t suit the works!’ he added looking angrily at the March Hare.
`It was the best butter,’ the March Hare meekly replied.
`Yes, but some crumbs must have got in as well,’ the Hatter grumbled: `you shouldn’t have put it in with the bread-knife.’
The March Hare took the watch and looked at it gloomily: then he dipped it into his cup of tea, and looked at it again: but he could think of nothing better to say than his first remark, `It was the best butter, you know.’
Alice had been looking over his shoulder with some curiosity. `What a funny watch!’ she remarked. `It tells the day of the month, and doesn’t tell what o’clock it is!’
`Why should it?’ muttered the Hatter. `Does your watch tell you what year it is?’
`Of course not,’ Alice replied very readily: `but that’s because it stays the same year for such a long time together.’
`Which is just the case with mine,’ said the Hatter.
Alice felt dreadfully puzzled. The Hatter’s remark seemed to have no sort of meaning in it, and yet it was certainly English. `I don’t quite understand you,’ she said, as politely as she could.
`The Dormouse is asleep again,’ said the Hatter, and he poured a little hot tea upon its nose.
The Dormouse shook its head impatiently, and said, without opening its eyes, `Of course, of course; just what I was going to remark myself.’
`Have you guessed the riddle yet?’ the Hatter said, turning to Alice again.
`No, I give it up,’ Alice replied: `what’s the answer?’
`I haven’t the slightest idea,’ said the Hatter.
`Nor I,’ said the March Hare.
Alice sighed wearily. `I think you might do something better with the time,’ she said, `than waste it in asking riddles that have no answers.’
`If you knew Time as well as I do,’ said the Hatter, `you wouldn’t talk about wasting it. It’s him.’
`I don’t know what you mean,’ said Alice.
`Of course you don’t!’ the Hatter said, tossing his head contemptuously.
Rather than deal with Alice honestly, they obfuscate, throw out misleading statements, and try to confuse the naive and honest Alice, who is unused to such bizarre behavior.
When the Hare and the Hatter try to explain their actions with logic and honesty, the ruse collapses.
Jay Carney attempted to explain President Obama’s view of Obamacare, it was a disaster, but it exposed the strategy of the Obama Tea party.
If we assume it’s a tax, President Obama’s plan becomes legal, but violates his campaign pledge not to raise taxes on those earning less than $250,000; as a mandate, it is illegal under the Supreme Court ruling, but it is in line with his campaign promise. Obama wants it both ways: it’s a tax for purposes of legality, but because of politics, it must be a mandate. Carney, like the Hare and the Hatter tried to explain this absurd lunacy:
But if I could just add as a matter of policy, it is simply a fallacy to say that this is a broad-based tax. That’s not what the opinion stated that was authored by the Chief Justice. The Affordable Care Act is constitutional under Congress’s taxing authority, but this is clearly a penalty that affects less than 1 percent of the American population.