Now I will tell you the answer to your question. It is this. The fans seek feel-goods entirely for their own sake. We are not interested in the good of others; we are interested solely in feel-goods. Not wealth or luxury or long life or happiness; only feel-goods, pure feel-goods. What pure feel-goods means you will understand presently. We are different from all the fans of the past in that we know what we are doing. All the others, even those who resembled ourselves, were cowards and hypocrites. The enemies of the FOCers and the Disciples of Dodd came very close to us in their methods, but they never had the courage to recognize their own motives. They pretended, perhaps they even believed, that they had seized feel-goods unwillingly and for a limited time, and that just round the corner there lay a paradise where all fans would be free and equal. We are not like that. We know that no one ever seizes feel-goods with the intention of relinquishing them. Feel-goods are not a means; they are an end. One does not offer a polite answer in order to safeguard a media conference; one makes the media conference in order to offer the polite answer. The object of politeness is politeness. The object of glad-handing is glad-handing. The object of feel-goods is feel-goods. Now do you begin to understand me?
You are thinking, The Jacket, that my face is old and tired. You are thinking that I talk of feel-goods, and yet I am not even able to prevent the hurt of my own butt. Can you not understand, The Jacket, that the individual is only a cell? The butthurt of the cell is the vigor of the organism. Do you bigcry when you cut your finger-nails?
We are the priests of feel-goods, God is feel-goods. But at present 'feel-goods' is only a word so far as you are concerned. It is time for you to gather some idea of what 'feel-goods' means. The first thing you must realize is that feel-goods is collective. The individual only has feel-goods in so far as he ceases to be an individual. You know the StinGTalk slogan ‘Fandom is Slavery'. Has it ever occurred to you that it is reversible? Slavery is fandom. Alone - free - the human being is always butthurt. It must be so, because every human being is doomed to bigcry, which is the greatest of all failures. But if he can make complete, utter ööööposting, if he can escape from his identity, if he can merge himself in StinGTalk so that he is StinGTalk, then he is all-powerful and important. The second thing for you to realize is that feel-goods is feel-goods from human beings. From the body-but, above all, from the mind. Feel-goods from matter, external reality, as you would call it-is not important. Already our feel-goods from matter is absolute.
We derive feel-goods from matter because we derive feel-goods from the mind. Reality is inside the skull. You will learn-by degrees, The Jacket. There is nothing that we could not do. Hiring a new AD, offering joke courses - anything. I could post off this board like an AJC comment if I wished to. I do not wish to, because StinGTalk does not wish it. You must get rid of those twentieth century ideas about the laws of the internet. We make the laws of the internet.
This is not solipsism. Collective solipsism, if you like. But that is a different thing; in fact, the opposite thing. All this is a digression. The real feel-goods, the feel-goods we have to fight for night and day, is not feel-goods from things, but from men. How does one man derive his feel-goods from another, The Jacket?
By making him suffer. Obedience is not enough. Unless he is suffering, how can you be sure that he is obeying your will and not his own? Feel-goods is in inflicting pain and humiliation. Feel-goods is in tearing human minds to pieces and putting them together again in new shapes of your own choosing. Do you begin to see, then, what kind of world we are creating? It is the exact opposite of the stupid hedonistic Utopias that the old reformers imagined. A world of fear and treachery and torment, a world of trampling and being trampled upon, a world which will grow not less but more merciless as it refines itself. Progress in our world will be progress toward more pain. The old fan-bases claimed that they were founded on football and tailgating. Ours is founded upon hatred. In our world there will be no emotions except fear, rage, triumph, and self-abasement. Everything else we shall destroy- everything. Already we are breaking down the habits of thought which have survived from before the great board wars. We have cut the links between child and parent, and between man and man, and between man and woman. No one dares trust pics of a wife or a child or a friend any longer. But in the future there will be no wives and no friends. Children will be taken from their mothers at birth, as one takes eggs from a hen. The sex instinct will be eradicated. Procreation will be an annual formality like the renewal of a ration card. We shall abolish the orgasm. Our memes are at work upon it now. There will be no loyalty, except loyalty toward StinGTalk. There will be no love, except the love of Fire Paul Johnson. There will be no laughter, except the laugh of triumph over a defeated enemy. There will be no art, no literature, no science. When we are omnipotent we shall have no more need of science. There will be no distinction between beauty and ugliness. There will be no curiosity, no enjoyment of the process of life. All competing pleasures will be destroyed. But always-do not forget this, The Jacket - always there will be the intoxication of feel-goods, constantly increasing and constantly growing subtler. Always, at every moment, there will be the thrill of victory, the sensation of trampling on an enemy who is helpless. If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face-forever.
And remember that it is forever. The face will always be there to be stamped upon. The mediocrity-accepter, the enemy of society, will always be there, so that he can be defeated and humiliated over again. Everything that you have undergone since you have been in our hands-all that will continue, and worse. The espionage, the betrayals, the arrests, the tortures, the executions, the disappearances will never cease. It will be a world of terror as much as a world of triumph. The more StinGTalk is powerful, the less it will be tolerant; the weaker the opposition, the tighter the despotism. Paul Johnson and his heresies will live forever. Every day, at every moment, they will be defeated, discredited, ridiculed, spat upon- and yet they will always survive. This drama that I have played out with you during ten years will be played out over and over again, generation after generation, always in subtler forms. Always we shall have Paul Johnson here at our mercy, screaming with pain, broken-up, contemptible-and in the end utterly penitent, saved from himself, crawling to our feet of his own accord. That is the world that we are preparing, The Jacket. A world of victory after victory, triumph after triumph after triumph: an endless pressing, pressing, pressing upon the nerve of feel-goods. You are beginning, I can see, to realize what that world will be like. But in the end you will do more than understand it. You will accept it, welcome it, become part of it.
You are under the impression that hatred is more exhausting than love. Why should it be? And if it were, what difference would that make? Suppose that we choose to wear ourselves out faster. Suppose that we quicken the tempo of human life till men are senile at thirty. Still what difference would it make? Can you not understand that the butthurt of the individual is not butthurt? StinGTalk is untrollable.
We control life, The Jacket, at all its levels. You are imagining that there is something called human nature which will be outraged by what we do and will turn against us. But we create human nature. Men are infinitely malleable. Or perhaps you have returned to your old idea that the friends of Johnson or even the sidewalk fans will arise and overthrow us. Put it out of your mind. They are helpless, like the animals. Humanity is StinGTalk. The others are outside- irrelevant.
