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Museum of Joy: Ask Me

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Grendel’s Laundry List: Bentham on Stilts

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That which has no existence cannot be destroyed — that which cannot be destroyed cannot require anything to preserve it from destruction. Natural rights is simple nonsense: natural and imprescriptible rights, rhetorical nonsense — nonsense upon stilts. But this rhetorical nonsense ends in the old strain of mischievous nonsense for immediately a list of these pretended natural rights is given, and those are so expressed as to present to view legal rights. And of these rights, whatever they are, there is not, it seems, any one of which any government can, upon any occasion whatever, abrogate the smallest particle.

Whenever you are about to be oppressed, you have a right to resist oppression: whenever you conceive yourself to be oppressed, conceive yourself to have a right to make resistance, and act accordingly. In proportion as a law of any kind—any act of power, supreme or subordinate, legislative, administrative, or judicial, is unpleasant to a man, especially if, in consideration of such its unpleasantness, his opinion is, that such act of power ought not to have been exercised, he of course looks upon it as oppression: as often as anything of this sort happens to a man—as often as anything happens to a man to inflame his passions,—this article, for fear his passions should not be sufficiently inflamed of themselves, sets itself to work to blow the flame, and urges him to resistance. Submit not to any decree or other act of power, of the justice of which you are not yourself perfectly convinced. If a constable call upon you to serve in the militia, shoot the constable and not the enemy;—if the commander of a press-gang trouble you, push him into the sea—if a bailiff, throw him out of the window. If a judge sentence you to be imprisoned or put to death, have a dagger ready, and take a stroke first at the judge.

The day has been, I grieve to say in many places it is not yet past, in which the greater part of the species, under the denomination of slaves, have been treated by the law exactly upon the same footing as, in England for example, the inferior races of animals are still. The day may come when the rest of the animal creation may acquire those rights which never could have been withholden from them but by the hand of tyranny. The French have already discovered that the blackness of the skin is no reason why a human being should be abandoned without redress to the caprice of a tormentor. It may one day come to be recognized that the number of legs, the villosity of the skin, or the termination of the os sacrum are reasons equally insufficient for abandoning a sensitive being to the same fate. What else is it that should trace the insuperable line? Is it the faculty of reason, or perhaps the faculty of discourse? But a full-grown horse or dog is beyond comparison a more rational, as well as a more conversable animal, than an infant of a day or a week or even a month, old. But suppose they were otherwise, what would it avail? The question is not Can they reason?, nor Can they talk?, but Can they suffer?

Jeremy Bentham, A Critical Examination of the Declaration of Rights

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The Museum of Joy: In Metrocolor

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Thought Balloon: The Shadow of Utopia, on Stilts

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*To call the future a dystopia implies there is utopia to dis. Some real future utopia, pre-existent though it hasn’t happened yet. The adjective dystopian applied to a movie or a novel labels a fictional future as a heresy from the right-thinking utopian future, which is also fictional.

I’ve read several writers such as David Brin heaping scoffage upon the recent spate of “dystopian” movies. I don’t really have a bone to pick over these movies, since I have not paid money to sit through them at the mongo-plex, nor have I viddied them online or on TV. I blush to say I have on occasion spent time and energy depositing vociferous opinions in comment boxes about movies I have not seen and have no intention of seeing, so that’ll be enough of that. The bone I do have to pick is the word “dystopian” itself, as stated above; to call or make a piece of cinematic or literary fiction dystopian is to claim for the shadow of utopia a pre-existent existence. I’ll borrow Jeremy Bentham’s objection to “Natural Rights”: something that doesn’t exist and never will exist can’t be destroyed, and both utopia and dystopia are, in Bentham’s phrase, “Nonsense on stilts.” Creating a fictional dystopia is a sneaky way of reverse immanentizing the eschaton. It’s painting stigmata on the crucified future of our flying car dreams. Those who mourn the future are doomed to repeat it, but the second time as farce. The second time is now.

Museum of Joy: Blowing Bubbles

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Art by Arthur Berzinsh