There’s this hulking, lumbering garbage dump—“normative culture”—a golem with fish heads and rotten fruit. Buried in its moist gut is Augusto Pinochet’s collection of severed heads. In America we fail to name it properly. But its King Kong Normate, alright.
He believes in stolen flesh and self-slaughter. He’ll trade in human slavery, insist the poor terminate their lives without welfare, food, or medicine.
King Kong Normate is human.
George Orwell: “The essence of being human is that one does not seek perfection.”
KKN is the perfect imperfect—he’s the wisdom tooth of history.
He’s incestuous with whiteness, believing its more equal than the other equal colors. (Orwell again).
The junctions of his roads and architectures are designed to facilitate sudden arrests.
He’s so afraid of the trans-gendered, the disabled, the feminists, the queer, the readers…
He says: “I enjoy talking to you. Your mind appeals to me. It resembles my own mind except that you happen to be insane.” (Orwell)
He loves orthodoxy: “Orthodoxy means not thinking–not needing to think. Orthodoxy is unconsciousness.” (Orwell)
It bothers him that sanity is not statistical. (Orwell)
He dislikes disfigured hands.
When he sees a satisfied blind man hugging his dog he says: “My dog looked just like that, but he died last week—“
“Dismantling the organism has never meant killing yourself, but rather opening the body to connections that presuppose an entire assemblage, circuits, conjunctions, levels and thresholds, passages and distributions of intensity, and territories and deterritorializations measured with the craft of a surveyor. Actually, dismantling the organism is no more difficult than dismantling the other two strata, signifiance and subjectification.”
Deleuze, Gilles and Félix Guattari. Capitalisme et Schizophrénie
Let’s pull an apple out of the Normate. (Kafka: Metamorphosis)
Note: it won’t be as easy as Deleuze thinks.
Or it will.
Planet of the Blind 