My Chomsky Critique



  My Chomsky Critique

  by Steven Hager

  EPUB ISBN 9781301736317

  copyright 2013 by Steven Hager

  Noam Chomsky is the author of more than 100 books and the America’s leading liberal social commentator.

  Foreword: The Clash of Paradigms

  Once I crawl into the archives, I can get stuck easily and that’s what happened when I retrieved the short story about my tragic love affair. While I was digging around looking for that ancient manuscript, I found something much older, something I wrote while a graduate student working on a Masters of Science in Journalism at the University of Illinois.

  What I learned from Kuhn was there is no secret meaning to life, no ultimate purpose, no end to mystery—Just a network of possible paths leading in all directions. However, that doesn't mean great achievements aren't being made, just that this parade of history is not the logical sequence we were taught in high school, but a series of paradigmatic clashes between almost random belief systems. See, it doesn't really matter what you believe as long as you believe something. And if you get a group together and they all agree on a set of beliefs, that group can easily achieve great things, create a new religion, pursue great science, but none of them ever has a monopoly on truth or spirituality or even science. The "truth" is usually not a fixed position, but whatever is agreed upon after a paradigm collision recreates it.

  Of course we studied the conflict between Chomsky and the Behaviorists, and Chomsky was the knight in shining armor everyone wanted to follow in that scenario. In fact, a kid from my high school became one of his most brilliant students and our families socialized infrequently. My dad was a famous biochemist who did his post-doc at Harvard, so I got a pretty good peep deep inside the highest levels of the scientific community. Whenever Russian scientists would come to our house for dinner, there'd always be a KGB dude to keep everyone in line. It was easy figuring him out because he wouldn't know jack shit about biochemistry.

  Conversely, when my dad would fly to Russia or some eastern block country for some big Bio-Chem pow-wow, he'd find himself seated next to a CIA agent who'd spend hours probing him before handing over a card and telling him to stay in touch if he ever uncovered anything the CIA might find useful.

  My dad served in World War II, not in combat, but he was a staunch patriot who'd do anything to help the CIA, although he never did anything because he never found anything useful I suppose. His entire life revolved around an enzyme he discovered called Chloroperoxidase, which has useful potentials in tracking compounds traveling through the body. I hope someday it achieves wider recognition because I have a small piece of the patent.

  But because my faith in anything had been completely shattered after reading Kuhn's book, I just began looking for flaws in Chomsky's theory, and saw his group as another scientific cult circled around a shared set of assumptions—what Kuhn called a "paradigm." And once you have a paradigm you can start manifesting dogmas like crazy.

  Much later in life, I began to notice Chomsky was both the whipping post of the radical conspiracy community and the voice of reason for the intellectual left. The conspiracy community refers to Chomsky as "a gatekeeper" and a lot of people treat him like a government shill instead of the government critic he is. I can pretty much assure you Noam is undoubtedly a decent enough chap, who probably adores his grand-kids and plays most of his cards with a true heart. Certainly not the paid-government shill some accuse him of being, just because he refuses to investigate deep political events like 9/11 in any serious manner.

  But at the same time, Noam began his career on the Lower East Side, a die-hard Marxist, and the truth of the matter is that wherever you find Marxism in America, you find spooks and skull & bones. Even today after decades of studies, I still can't figure the spooks from the true believers. Like John Reed. He was a child of the American oligarchy who played a huge roll in spreading Marxism. Was he a spook? The most complex case is certainly MI6 agent Kim Philby. We know he was a spook, but was he a double, triple or just a plane old agent? I know the Cold War was just a set-up to build up the American empire and make a lot of money for the Military-Industrial Complex, while keeping the population under mind control fear mechanisms.

  I'm not saying Noam is a spook. Far from it. He's just a guy who bought into a culture and a paradigm and eventually became the pope of that paradigm. More power to him. And I like a lot of the things he says, like this line:

  "Jesus himself, and most of the message of the Gospels, is a message of service to the poor, a critique of the rich and the powerful, and a pacifist doctrine. And it remained that way... until Constantine, who shifted it so the cross, which was the symbol of persecution of somebody working for the poor, was put on the shield of the Roman Empire. It became the symbol for violence and oppression, and that’s pretty much what the church has been until the present."

  Man, he really hits the nail on the head with those lines. See, the cross was the magic sigil of the Christian culture, and Constantine molded it to suit his designs. Sigils are how cultures communicate through the telepathic airwaves. During ceremonies they collect psychic energy and if they get enough, they become players in what is known as "The Collective Unconscious." Or maybe it's just in our own minds, but there certainly seems to be some sort of energy transfer taking place when groups of people hold ceremonies, and we don't fully understand how these transfers take place yet, but if you take peyote and attend a Sun Dance you might be convinced they do in fact exist.

  What is happening today is the established institutions are maintaining their prominence in the telepathic universe by pumping as much energy into their sigils as possible. But in many cases these are fake sigils supported by weak magic whose only real message is "buy me."