My big problem with
politics (and believe me, not the only one), has always been the
coercive element - the fact that you need
enforcers to keep people in line - strong alpha males and females along with certain
ascetic types - a "priestly caste" as it were - to hold up the prevailing orthodoxies. And, oftentimes (not always but often) these same "enforcers" have been some of the prime
beneficiaries of whatever "privileges" the group has to offer, these members of the
ruling elite who are, in theory at least, the presumed
exemplars of what's in vogue - morally, aesthetically, economically - and who take upon themselves to decide
what the standard of excellence is for everyone else, letting those who dissent do so at their own peril. (Irritating - yes, but not my main complaint.) Yet in the case of the
ascetics, whenever these become the
preeminent enforcers - ergo when the
ruling elite grows slack, relying on "mercenary soldiers" or an independent "priest caste" as an
auxiliary force, an element of
metabole/disharmony is introduced; the possibility of a critique of the ruling order reaches the level of conscious awareness along with a possible rift between classes. For even if these auxiliaries come to identify strongly with the rationale given by the elite for their claim to rule, they still see opportunities for themselves waiting in the wings; notwithstanding this roughly-sketched hierarchy of aristocrats/soldiers or aristocrats/soldiers/clerics - we are still left with a majority of commoners and have-nots living on the margins. Strange that the
workers who make up the bulk of the
demos, should be so vulnerable to manipulation or exploitation, but there it is. (I speak of ancient societies here. And medieval societies...and some modern societies...) Still - the centripetal force of the majority's bulk is not kept down entirely in that from their ranks will rise up
orators, populists, demagogues, unruly slaves, muckrakers, artists, poets, philosophers, journalists, revolutionaries to champion the rights of the people. And so we have revolutions and slave revolts and serf rebellions dating from time immemorial, from the Helots of Sparta to Spartacus and his crew to Nat Turner.
And over many, many centuries (I'm talking aeons!) of the franchise being gradually extended and expanded to include more of those previously left out of the equation, we reach a stage of history where it becomes somewhat
impossible to justify a
ruling class as such (on the basis of some over-arching principle of merit that the ruling class supposedly embodies) or a
ruling orthodoxy per se - except by some sort of
all-inclusive promise (of prosperity? freedom? opportunity? dignity? equality?) or some some other means of
vicarious participation in the feast (winning lotto ticket? instant celebrity? king-for-a-day status?)
. Everyone is equal nowadays in theory; therefore those who claim superior title to wealth, status, power must do so on a time-limit or by some means of implied consent (?) Confusing, yes, because still so unclear. Our erstwhile
leaders and
representatives on some level accept their role as glorified puppets with multiple invisible strings attached to
public opinion. Thus do the people at large - the vast "middle" classes and average Janes and Joes become aware of themselves as ultimate "judges" - "arbiters" - "voters" - "deciders" - who give their "thumbs up, thumbs down" verdicts to this or that administration and to whatever shifting paradigm of truth happens to be stealing the spotlight for a season. But in such a milieu as ours, can the rationale for a ruling class ever rise to some sublime principle of
worth or
merit? Do we not continue to assign merit by means of market forces measured in
$, with a litmus test of
popularity added on top of that? As a result, is it surprising to notice the
discourse of modern life marked by a
discursiveness that takes for granted the lack of value in the object itself, beyond what the subject grants, and even then, knowingly (!) grants only for a fleeting moment. They say canaries die in coal mines... and leaden thoughts sink to the bottom...
