King Kong Understood Civilisation

Apes like us need time and space

At the age of six I was aware of only three real issues: the world could be dangerous; eating and sleeping mattered; good felt better than bad. Roughly the same concerns as an adult gorilla in the wild. My issues and the ape’s had remarkably similar solutions. I learned to swing above the dangers of Glasgow, my parents organised food and bedding, while my extended family -a tribe of Catholic monks- beat into me the important difference between good and bad.

Then I left home and raced into the mysterious future that dangles before all youngsters like an open mouth. I roamed and gloried in my freedom and survived -often by the skin of my teeth- to tell the tales. Yet those first three issues of childhood never ceased to matter; they just became my own responsibilities.

Which is a roundabout way of explaining why I detest the current pox of in-your-face, round-the-clock governmental overload. Frankly, I’ve had all the government I can eat. Nobody teaches schoolchildren that their family and the regime are not partners but rivals competing for control. I got lucky, because individual choice was the keynote to navigating the 20th century, back when it was still possible to evade the tentacles of the state. Poor old generation Z think “choice” is a three-box option inviting them to select which flavour of captivity appeals most; tick where applicable.

Silverbacks like me have grown to appreciate what great good fortune it was to be born free. But by 2010 our would-be masters had erected a digital surveillance panopticon aimed at binding us in a web from which escape would be impossible. Innocent of the evils in store, we were seduced into cooperation by false promises of unlimited knowledge and instantaneous “interaction” -a deceptive term that increasingly means pushing a button on a device.

It is hard to imagine a more fiendish method of obtaining societal control than equipping every citizen with a pocket-sized electronic tag that doubles as an entertainment centre and a portable two-way broadcast unit. No wonder migrants who make it to the French coast are given free debit-cards and smartphones before they even get their trainers wet -it’s the modern equivalent of branding a new slave.

In much the same way, the mighty Kong was chained before his transportation -as are we all, since the airport departure queue became a ritual humiliation where bonded travelling serfs are scanned, prodded and undressed on command. Unlike Kong, however, humans will adapt to captivity when the chains are disguised as armour.

Which doesn’t alter the truth that those who would trade freedom for security deserve neither. Kong understood that, and his defiant climb up the Empire State Building, roaring in rage at the aircraft sent to kill him, symbolises the predicament of the modern capitalist drone - drawn to an icon of commercial success, but trapped and targeted for destruction by a system he instinctively rejects. The skyscraper was never a tree of sanctuary, as any high-rise dweller will attest.

We have been cleverly duped into sacrificing children on the altar of the state. The western school-to-college system quietly mutated into a program of psychological child-abuse and calculated debt-slavery. State education is now an environment way too dangerous for adults, let alone children. Free young humans deserve better guidance than any control-freak government will ever offer. Education was always a deductive process, not a book of rules, which is why Roman learning practise centred on the healthy business of debate. 2000 years ago they understood that ideas which cannot be challenged have no place in a classroom; that there is a world of difference between lessons learned and instructions given.

Disguising their program as ‘progress and equality’, government overreach has all but detatched children from their parents. The most natural vocation that exists - motherhood- was scorned as a convenience born of misogyny, and stay-at-home parenting reviled as a patriarchal ruse to ‘keep women powerless’. Baiting the hook for early feminists with promises of a brave new “equal” world, the capitalist collective has cynically recruited generations of females into the soul-destroying hive of the taxable labour-force. It was not coincidental that by the time women arrived at numerical parity in the workplace, the introduction of Human Resources officers had altered the dynamic completely. All adults were now viewed as replaceable widgets, tax-cattle for exploitation. Millions of women worldwide had been gulled into the “you can have it all” delusion that would inevitably lead to children raised by the state, and for the state.

The new insistence on forcing transpants and gender-bending ideology into schools, exposing young, unformed minds to aggressively sexualized concepts and imagery, has given rise to a reasonable public suspicion that the end goal of the contrived LGBTQ+%KFc&W collective is not acceptance of different lifestyles, but outright predatory grooming of the next generation.

Having parted the child from the mother, the next logical step in the commodification of human life is to separate childhood from adulthood. When children are told they can ‘consent’ to irreversible ‘gender-affirming’ procedures (that will sterilise them and destroy their sexual expression) it is all too obvious what comes next. Children will be invited -by the state- to ‘consent’ to the kind of sexual engagements only adults should undertake.

No morality, no family, no adoption of personal responsibility, no sense of belonging to anything or anyone but the state -this is the future being prepared in the curriculums for next term’s victims, while their exhausted parents gaze in a daze at flickering screens for work, rest and play. On the streets outside, between drifting waves of garbage, angry tribes are screaming in a dozen tongues, ready to fight and kill for reasons they can barely explain.

It’s not a jungle great apes would want to inhabit. Little ones should not be loose on such streets. On the other hand, nobody desires domestic incarceration in a morbid mechanical see-saw of stimulus/response. What kind of perverted system would try to replace the nurture of human family life and the joyous exploration of our all-too-mortal span with a flat-screen-centred bedsit and a menu of digital dildos?

There is an ugliness behind the shimmering lights of this strange new world of ours, a creeping sense that our very nature is facing annihilation. The prospect of life in some all-embracing globalist cage -the human zoo that inches closer everyday- sparks a revulsion in our hearts, a feeling as old and primal as the jungle itself.

“From high in the night, the planes swooped down. Kong's challenge broke upon a harsh, rending cough, but he straightened to his greatest height and his drumming tattoo was as loud as ever. One after another the planes slid down, poised each for its successive murderous instant, and then curved away. The rattle of machine guns grew louder over Kong's tattooing. He swayed, and in spite of his gripping feet, began to topple.

He fought to the end. With his last strength he leaped for the rearmost plane as it curved away. He missed, but his mighty spring carried him clear of the setbacks below, and out above the street. For a breath then, high above the civilization which had destroyed him, he hung in the same regal loneliness that had been his upon Skull Mountain Island. Then he plunged down in wreckage at the feet of his conquerors.” -KING KONG -Delois W Lovelace, 1932.

Our story does not have to end that way.