Chapter

When Good Sense Turns Nasty

The Fordism of Hate and the Resentment Industry

EXCERPT

My drug is the Family.
An ex-minister

Drugs are Evil. They must be prohibited.
An anti-drugs ‘tsar’

To drive and hustle for market democracy, to incarnate with virility what certain imbeciles call the ‘dynamism of civil society’, to fabricate hundreds of millions of rhinoceros psychologies and reservoirs of the imaginary for the pack leaders of mass individualism—all of this is beguiling, but still leaves much to be desired: only exceptionally do Robinsons on wheels manage to emerge
as a political will. For a political force never emerges from mere aggregates of bad tempers or from the states of mind of mass individualism