Tandra Page 1208, Collective
Created on 08/08/2012
 
Iím sitting on my back porch looking out over the yard as the rising sun brightens the Eastern sky.

Surfing the Internet this morning, I came upon a proposed analysis of the Collectivist point of view.

I gotta confess, the Collectivist Theology holds no charm for me. I am not a joiner of groups.

Way back when, before I realized my personal limitations, I joined the Cub Scouts. I thought the Scouts was a great idea (Still do, in fact). I was at an age where I was soon old enough to graduate to the Boy Scouts. Again, I really admired the Scout agenda and their patriotic standards. I also enjoyed getting all dressed up in the uniform.

What did not appeal to me was the expectation that I should spend several hours every week associating with people with whom I had nothing in common. It was not that I disliked other Scouts. I just had no interest in doing the things they preferred. We were a collective and we all did things as a team. I am not a team player. I prefer to do what I want to do when I want to do it. Even outdoor camping, which I liked, happened when the collective (actually when the Scoutmaster) decided it should happen. I wanted to camp when I wanted to camp and not when Authority decided it should come about.

This is not an indictment of the Boy Scouts. Most of the Scouts appeared to enjoy having major decisions taken out of their hands and decided by an authority. This is a confession of failure on my part. I did not fit into the approved structure of a fine organization.

I learned from my Scouting experience that I am not a clubby person and I began to avoid organizations ever after. Both I and the organizations I avoided were happy with this arrangement.

But, when I came of age, there was a Military Draft in effect and my choices were to join voluntarily or be conscripted by the Regime. Since joining voluntarily provided some small measure of choice while conscription provided none, I joined the U. S. Air Force. I did not fit in there any more than I had as a Boy Scout. I was not happy to have my every thought and action proscribed by authority but, more to the point, I did not view the prospect of having authority over others with pleasurable anticipation.

Over the years I have avoided detailing my military experience. I just tell people I had the opportunity to get out at an early date because of a bureaucratic snafu and I took my opportunity and never looked back. While true, so far as it goes, there was more to the experience and I think time is come for the details, but not today.

The upshot is, by quirk of character, I am not comfortable in a collective situation and am, in fact, quite hostile to the concept. But I have not had explained to me in precise detail the underlying reasons the collectivist theology is personally repulsive to me. Previously my hostility came about from a gut feeling and an essential part of who I am as a person. The commentary I came upon this morning put my implicit opposition to collectivism into explicit words.

Those explicit words are exemption from responsibility.

The Messiah famously insisted if someone has a business, they did not build that business. Someone else built it for them. Of consequence, they do not own that business. Ownership passes to the Collective. Contrariwise, the recent murders in the Sikh Temple are not, ultimately, the responsibility of White Supremacist Wade Michael Page who killed six people. According to the Messiah, the whole of America is to blame and we need to search our collective souls.

So, let me see if I understand this. I did not build my business, but I am responsible for murders on the other side of the country. According to the Messiah, collectivism is a matter collective impotence and collective guilt with no individual responsibility for either but, like in the Boy Scout Troop and at the Air Force training facility, it is the supreme authority who has the power to make the decisions and enforce them.

No thanks. I prefer responsibility for my achievements and also for my failures and I do not take credit for the achievement of others nor do I accept collective guilt and I will not submit to a failed community organized dictating the conditions under which I am allowed to live my life. No way in hell!

Never forget Lexington and Concord!

Hanther