Hate is the basic fuel of the cultural battle. It is not a debate of ideas or a legitimate confrontation about values. It is an attempt to alter by force the codes, customs, links and enhanced that support an open society. It is not a battlefield by nature, unless a political purpose decides to dry the common air, close the nuances and suppress the difference. Then yes: culture becomes a field of war, against it. A battle that does not build, “she different. What is sought is a setback. Make the 21st century society fits again in molds of the past. With hate and violence you can only do that, generating culture requires creativity and open experiences.
The utopia that promotes this crusade is the restoration of a more comfortable world for medieval conservatism, a binary and domesticated sexuality – it claims in the hierarchical organization of the whole – and a power system that consecrates privileges and silence all criticism. They mean deep resentment against everything that overcame them. They long for that those close to power cannot be judged, or questioned, or in doubt. And where power itself is no longer legitimized, from below, but by mystical design, omen or magic, from above.
They cannot be asked for respect, because that threatens their freedom. But your unrestricted right must not be respected not to respect anyone. His freedom is to crush, harass, insult. Any limit, even the most elementary, finds a threat. That is why they despise what they call “the politically correct”, when in reality it is just the right thing. An attempt at minimal reciprocity, coexistence, shared limits. Freedom is their right to be recognized as those with the pan by the handle and use it as a weapon.
Then try to go back to diverse, open, democratic society, which lives under the ideal of equality before the law, with families of all kinds, with a real cultural production that reflects that – not a conspiracy – and that is connected to the world. For all that there is neither preaching, nor doctrine, nor debate: the cultural battle is a combination of violence and hate. And this is valid in all the experiences of mileism, let’s say so. In the behaviors of his friends in Spain, Brazil, Chile, the United States, Hungary, Italy, etc., the same model is repeated.
There is no culture expressing themselves as they wanted, they have to discipline it from politics. They have no other way that attacks what is produced, which circulates, which reflects a society that already got out of hand. And without arguments because there are lost, the dialogue to the most basic exchange of qualifiers has to be reduced.
That is why its main action is destruction. And its content is not a utopia but the hatred of what happened without them and despite them. A few weeks ago we saw it clearly in the “right fest”: an entire event based on insult as a moral slogan, the ovation to which expletives disseminates in a form of trance. It is a market ingsoc that learned to move to the rhythm of the networks, the lights and the epic of the “forces of heaven.”
In 1984, Orwell saw it before: hate as a collective force, organized in ceremonies, projected on multiple enemies – sometimes real, sometimes invented – so that the love of the leader becomes feeling in feeling without competition and only safe refuge. Each manifestation of public fury reinforces belonging to the group. In Oceania they were the “two minutes of hate”; In Córdoba, they were five hours of visceral repulsion.
In the novel, the two minutes of hate were a daily ceremony in which the citizens of Oceania contemplated the image of the enemy of the party – Emmanuel Goldstein – and unleashed a collective fury that sealed their loyalty to the Big Brother. It was not a simple relief: it was a ritual of unification, depersonalization and smelting of individuals in the program. A ceremony that turned emotion into obedience.
The right Fest replied that mechanism almost in detail: enemy faces, choreographed boos, final exaltation of the leader as a redemptive figure. Hierarchy symbols everywhere. That is the most Orwellian of the matter: not that there are enemies – it is old as politics – but that the enemy is an adjustable mold, an empty place that someone new can always occupy. Even the banished. The left, the unions, journalism, feminism, sexual diversity, the “planes”, the piqueteros, the artists, the fucking, the warm, the regrets, the singers: those who do not add to the choreography of hate.
No one is safe from the traitor’s place. You just have to wait for the turn. The former best friends abound.
The enemy in Mileism is not the democratic opponent. It is the diverted society. And, within it, what is more intolerable: freedom, identity, the mere right to be seen or recognized by existing. The rivals in politics are just those who hinder that declared war. Mileismo does not revolve around ideas – he is around exclusions. There are no principles, there is purity. A sky, like all heavens: not because it raises, but because it contrasts. He does not build anything, he barely decrees what hell is: everything that is superior to the fat dan, which is progressivism.
The discursive axis is neither economic or institutional. The economy, the libertarian slogans that Milei repeats, report what Milei wants her to see himself: an extreme economist; Not even what he does. The so -called “cultural battle” – that term that Milei popularized in the style of Steve Bannon or Agustín Laje – is not a metaphor. It is the real front of this conflagration. And it does not get rid of an ideology: it is fought against ways of life. Because it is not against a left, it is against any form of existence that questions the uniformed model of male citizen or worshiper of males and obedient. A place in the world for your followers. A kind of box called normal, so but so girl, that their little souls seem large and their speeches seem to describe everything. Everything that fits in the box.
It is carried out by people, a lot, who cannot adapt to a higher stage of coexistence and inclusion because he feels that if he did, he would lose something essential. That they are as they say that it has to be nothing, as it does not matter if Milei travels with personal objectives with public money, only interests if Villarruel does.
Orwell invented the neo -government as a language designed to eliminate the very possibility of critical thinking. Milei and his apostles have created their own version: “freedom” no longer means autonomy, but normalization. Left -handed are representatives of the evil one. The worst left -hand is the one that arises to Milei. “Press” is synonymous with corruption and lie. Truth is the Government spokesman. And the “State” is hated, but in what is the law. Hated unless you finance flights, custodians or the scenarios of the libertarian miracle.
In rebellion on the farm, Orwell showed how every revolutionary process that is institutionalized ends by needing periodic traitors: companions who served until yesterday, but today they no longer fit. It doesn’t matter why. The important thing is to leave. And that his departure reinforces the fear of the rest. That is the place of Victoria Villarruel in all this. It is not Goldstein. It is the horse of rebellion on the farm: useful until the end, discarded when it stopped serving. Product of a purge, not of a substantial dissent.
Another central aspect is religious mystique: from evangelical shepherds who open their actions to constant references to the Bible. Religious logic replaces the citizen with the vassal. Power no longer comes from the bottom, from the democratic pact, but from above. There is no more powerful reason to hate the other in the enemy of God.
But Milei does not need God to govern. He needs God to legitimize who send and and who obey.
In this regime, free thinking is not prohibited: it is ridiculed. The libertarian ingsoc does not require concentration camps. It reaches it with a stage, a screen, a narrative of heroes and traitors, and a crowd willing to hate who is indicated. And like any act of faith, it does not need evidence. You just need to believe.
*By José Benegas, author of “The Gospel according to Javier”
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