Philosophical Diary: Dating a Feminist in College and My Encounter with the Therapeutic Leviathan

In the early 2010s, I decided that I would major in philosophy and become a professor. I had imagined what I would find at university, having read Allan Bloom’s The Closing of the American Mind, but what I found completely surprised me. I expected to find a left that was somehow frozen in the stage that Bloom described in his book. However, the diagnosis of spiritual disease that he had seen had spread and grown even more terrifying.

The mind of the average leftist was not just a mixture of Nietzschean relativism and Marxist socialism, but a nihilistic post-metaphysical soup in which elements of the Frankfurt School, French post-structuralism, mass identity culture and therapeutic mentality were mixed. All of this with only one goal: the complete inversion of the objective values, norms and principles that define what is normality, truth, virtue and beauty. If Nietzsche’s philosophy seeks to restore a vision centered on nature and physiology as the metric for a higher life, and if Marxism has the economic structure as the basis for an objective political ontology, what now appeared to me was a mentality that had incorporated into its ideology only the destructive elements of thinkers like Nietzsche, Heidegger and Marx, without putting anything in their place. In other words, a revolutionary nihilism whose sole aim was the decomposition of Western civilization until nothing remained of its Christian theological core and the ethnic and cultural legacy of the white Western man. It is clear that such a nihilistic vacuum cannot serve to found a civilization. Therefore, the only outcome of the left can only be the complete domination of Islam. The current European situation seems to confirm my diagnosis.

However, there was an existential and personal cost to this experience. Since I was still young, in my middle 20s, I ended up falling in love with a feminist girl in college. She looked just like Ramona Flowers, at the time the ultimate archetype of the deconstructed and “emancipated” millennial feminist. How did I fall into this trap? Well, first, she was hot. Second, as I said, I was young. But the first thing that terrified me was that in one of our first conversations I came into contact with what is called “gender ideology”. According to my future girlfriend, the very idea that there was a natural and biological difference between the sexes was “sexism” and “logocentrism”. She had done research on Judith Butler - the prehistoric sorceress responsible for this nihilistic monstrosity that is gender theory - and one of the proposals my future girlfriend proposed was that male and female students in the classroom “play” with their sexuality by dressing up in clothes of the opposite sex and other perversions of that kind. Such views immediately made me realize that I was facing something much more dangerous than Marxism ever was.

These lunatics were not seeking to create a civilization of radically emancipated subjects that, as Trotsky wanted, would produce individuals of the intellectual stature of Plato and Goethe. Marxism still preserves something of the classic perfectibilist ideal of leading humanity to an era in which humans can realize their maximum existential and cultural potential. What the New Left wants is to destroy any objective standard that allows the existential continuity of a people in time: race, sex, culture, transcendence, etc.

But where I could see this best was in my relationship with the copy of Ramona Flowers. Any demand on my part regarding respect, fidelity, commitment was simply seen as “patriarchal oppression”, which generated resentment on my part. However, I began to realize that, while she imposed demands on me for feminist recognition of her “freedom”, she also subliminally demanded that I treat her like a “traditional” woman, paying for everything, guiding her in decisions, and providing emotional support as a father figure. I always made it very clear that if there was any kind of infidelity, sexual or emotional, I would simply leave. But she always threw this in my face, as if fidelity were an authoritarian imposition by one of the partners, and not a form of respect that emanates from a relationship based on affection and intimacy. Unfortunately, it was also during this same period that my father was suddenly hospitalized and was diagnosed with advanced cancer. He died within two weeks. The tragedy of losing my father, combined with the tensions of an unstable relationship, led me to a serious mental breakdown and I ended up having to seek psychiatric help. And it was here that I came across the Therapeutic Leviathan, which is the purest expression of the political order that governs us.

I ended my relationship because having to deal with ideological demands for female emancipation while emotionally being approached with expectations of traditional affection was driving me crazy. That’s when I realized that Silvia Plath was telling the truth when she said that “Every woman loves a fascist.” I wasn’t punished with emotional blackmail, ideological manipulation, and speeches for emancipation because I was a fascist and a sexist, but because I wasn’t that enough! Rousseau was right when he said that a woman never loves a man first, but rather the strength of that man. When a man is weak, that’s when a woman resents and humiliates him, but when he sovereignly takes control of her life and gives her a “boot in the face”, to use another phrase from Plath, she turns into a docile and well-behaved puppy. Every woman longs for a fascist because fascism is the mystical celebration of strength, power, and mastery over oneself and others. There is nothing more erotic than a man whose sovereign spirit gives him control over himself and others, rising up as a heroic conqueror whose character is guided by the higher values ​​of the spirit.

After breaking up with my girlfriend, and deeply shaken by having to end a relationship combined with the death of my father, I looked for the help of a therapist. To my surprise, at the very first appointment she said that I would need psychiatric monitoring to complete the treatment. Since I have always enjoyed studying, I started researching and consulting psychopathology manuals. And I ended up discovering that the DSM-5, the psychopathology manual adopted by psychiatrists worldwide, allowed patients to be medicated with extremely dangerous drugs such as antipsychotics and antidepressants starting the second week after the loss of a loved one. In other words, what the psychiatric community had done was literally pathologize grief.

But it was not just grief and the pain that emanates from breakups that the current therapeutic caste had pathologized. I ended up discovering over ten long and traumatic years of “treatment” that everything that refers to normal behavior oriented toward the achievement of human excellence and nobility, revealed by divine law and philosophical reflection, had been transformed into “prejudice,” “illness,” and “toxicity.” I remember, just as an example, once commenting to my psychiatrist about how I could not tolerate the current coexistence with people because the conversations revolved only around sex, pornography, and precarious pleasures. His response was that this was the norm today and that the real problem was “isolation” and “loneliness.” I reminded him of Nietzsche’s saying, “Coexistence only with our own kind, or solitude.” He was not very happy.

The result of such a therapeutic mentality can only be the complete reduction of human experience to the most degrading natural condition, since the entire dimension of the spirit and superior culture – the legacy that the tradition of a race and culture celebrates as the most sublime expression of human experience incarnated in superior human types – is reduced to “atavistic prejudices” that need to be overcome, having as a moral guide the acceptance of individual behaviors that seek only security, pleasure and conformist social adequacy as a form of “mental health”. What matters in life, to use the words of Saint Augustine, is the health of the soul, the ordering of our faculties, feelings, emotions and desires towards the higher regions of the cosmos and the soul: virtue, justice, beauty, courage, in short, God. The result of a therapeutic sensibility disseminated in society as a dominant form of social bond is the implosion of the human soul, and the replacement of the individual by a precarious set of ideological quirks and clichés articulated in the language of psychopathology.

The result of my encounter with the Therapeutic Leviathan – the political form of current liberal democracies dedicated to the deconstruction of norms and standards of normality bequeathed by the tradition and culture of a people, in the name of the emancipation of minorities ideologically excited by the media, university, judiciary and therapeutic caste – was at a very high existential and psychological cost: in addition to the after-effects of a dangerous medication used indiscriminately (antipsychotics and antidepressants), a soul violated and exposed to the tyrannical gaze of a materialistic medical cult that views the spiritual dimension as a disease, while treating the most precarious instincts and the most immoral desires as a form of human emancipation. The Therapeutic Leviathan is the incarnation of Sodom in our time, a Babel of prostitutes, pimps, criminals, sexual perverts, all wearing the cloak of virtue and nobility, while the true nobility of soul is stained with mud by these drug dealers from big pharmaceutical companies disguised as doctors.

Against such criminals, only a sublime and gothic jihad is capable of reorienting the human soul and society towards the higher dimensions of cosmic reality and towards divine grace. We must remember that Saint Thomas Aquinas said that the Christian does not always wage war in the name of converting his enemy, but often he is led to such an attitude in the name of preserving his way of life centered on the search for holiness and human greatness oriented towards God. This is the existential paradigm of Western man in our time: to have his soul raped in the name of vice and crime as forms of social bonds or to conquer his place in paradise as the soldier of jihad that God longs for us to be. I have already decided which side I want to serve.