NOTE: What follows is a caricature. A lot of great
articles have been published in The Spectator. Benjamin Franklin certainly
thought so.
I remember watching a TV program back in the good
old days of George W Bush, in the bad early days after 9/11. A middle class
white British reporter was interviewing middle-aged, white, overweight,
tattooed Americans at a truck rally. Baseball caps were de rigueur. The subject
of politics was broached. The general consensus was that the guys in
Washington were ‘smart’ and it was best to leave them to get on with ‘it’.
Democracy, as in delegating power and thought on "smart" people in Washington, seemed to work for them.
Let the guys in Washington get on with the boring stuff,
leaving us boys back home doing what is important, i.e., attending
truck rallies.
Yeah, right.
After more than a decade of hindsight, it now looks like a snapshot of bygone innocence. House prices were rising, Irak
had been ass-kicked, things were tickety-boo and, even if some people were
smarter than others, everyone could honestly tell themselves that they were
smart too. Life was a bed of rosy peach down and truck rallies.
Then 2008 happens, and pop
goes the weasel. Splat.
The only guys still floating are the 'elite', the guys who still 'look' smart, such as experts and politicians, and the guys who have a degree of financial insulation. Or both.
Down at the truck rally, things ain't so good.
The wife is bitchin’ that if we can’t afford the mortgage, then we can’t afford to go down the truck rally either. With everyone trying to deny that they feel a tad foolish.
Down at the truck rally, things ain't so good.
The wife is bitchin’ that if we can’t afford the mortgage, then we can’t afford to go down the truck rally either. With everyone trying to deny that they feel a tad foolish.
It’s pitchfork o’clock, in other words.
Down with the Leaders, say the Followers. Problem is, who’s gonna do the thinkin’?
Thinkin’
is kinda boring, so folks gotta get someone new to do it for ‘em, someone they actually ‘GET’
what they say.
The end result? EVALUATING what Leaders think is substituted by 'GETTING' what they say. A difficult problem gets substituted by an easy one. It's called human nature.
The end result? EVALUATING what Leaders think is substituted by 'GETTING' what they say. A difficult problem gets substituted by an easy one. It's called human nature.
As in:
We’re gonna build a wall and them Mexicans are gonna pay
for it.
Your man can ‘get’ that, because it is exactly what he wants to hear:
Your man can ‘get’ that, because it is exactly what he wants to hear:
Someone else is to blame. Two plus
two means it must be true, even if, to work, it needs to be five, especially if
you are a Mexican.
One might call this kind of reasoning the ‘get bias’: you
are biased towards believing what you cognitively ‘get’.
Democracy In Action
Democracy, in practice, really does involve a delegation of authority and responsibility. Followers delegate the act of thinking on Leaders. The problem is that, for this to work, Followers must correctly evaluate their Leaders’ capacity to think straight. When they don’t, it doesn’t.
Democracy, in practice, really does involve a delegation of authority and responsibility. Followers delegate the act of thinking on Leaders. The problem is that, for this to work, Followers must correctly evaluate their Leaders’ capacity to think straight. When they don’t, it doesn’t.
At this point, you might think I am an anti-American intent on
lampooning the average US truck rally attendee. It is, I agree, a pretty easy target
to hit, but think again.
In Britain we are not doing much better. For example, we have gone from delegating our thinking on people who read The Economist to people who read The Spectator. To make matters worse, we have delegated our thinking on people who write for The Spectator, such as our national clown Boris.
In Britain we are not doing much better. For example, we have gone from delegating our thinking on people who read The Economist to people who read The Spectator. To make matters worse, we have delegated our thinking on people who write for The Spectator, such as our national clown Boris.
This is not a good sign.
If you ask a Spectator reader why they don’t read The
Economist, the stock answer is that The Economist is a bit too ‘serious’.
This
is not a good sign either.
If you then ask the average Spectator reader for a second reason why
they don’t read The Economist they are likely to be stretched, not just because they can't think of a second reason, but more likely because they have never read The Economist. After a while, they end up answering a different, easier question, namely, why they voted for Brexit. There will be mutterings about ‘sovereignty’
and ‘immigration’. Finally, after a bit of prodding, they will blurt out
that they don’t like ‘liberals’.
Interesting. Are they in favour, for example, of slavery?
Or despotic monarchs? Or any of the other evils that liberals and liberal democracies have successfully
rid us of in the last century and a half?
No, they say, with varying degrees of indignation and
discomfort. What they don’t like, they say, is political correctness.
Aha.
So political correctness and liberal ideas are one and the same thing, right?
Yes, they say with the self-righteous air of one who was lost but now is found, of course they
are.
Well, sorry, but they ain’t.
They are two very different things and when you say that, the
Spectator reader will give you a shifty look.
Not too dissimilar, in fact, to the look of many a US truck rally attendee in the post-2008 era.
So, having established, at the very least, a tenuous
intellectual common ground between your average truck rally attendee from across the pond and your
average Spectator reading Brit, what should you do with this information?
Well, given that Spectator readers are, in most other
aspects of their lives, intelligent and sentient beings and include many a barrister,
the sort of person who goes on to become a judge (IE, someone who can both get you out of as well as in to jail), I would strongly suggest praying.
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