The most elementary definition of ideology is probably the well-known phrase from Marx’s Capital: “Sie wissen das nicht, aber sie tun es” (“they do not know it, but they are doing it”). The very concept of ideology implies a kind of basic, constitutive naïveté: the misrecognition of its own presuppositions, of its own effective conditions, a distance, a divergence between so-called social reality and our distorted representation, our false consciousness of it. That is why such a ‘naive consciousness’ can be submitted to a critical-ideological procedure. The aim of this procedure is to lead the naïve ideological consciousness to a point at which it can recognize its own effective conditions, the social reality that it is distorting, and through this very act dissolve itself. In the more sophisticated versions of the critics of ideology -that developed by the Frankfurt School, for example — it is not just a question of seeing things (that is, social reality) as they ‘really are’, of throwing away the distorting spectacles of ideology; the main point is to see how the reality itself cannot reproduce itself without this so-called ideological mystification. The mask is not simply hiding the real state of things; the ideological distortion is written into its very essence. – Slavoj Zizek
ideology |ˌīdēˈäləjē, ˌidē-|
1 ( pl. ideologies ) a system of ideas and ideals, esp. one that forms the basis of economic or political theory and policy: the ideology of republicanism.
• the ideas and manner of thinking characteristic of a group, social class, or individual: a critique of bourgeois ideology.
• archaic visionary speculation, esp. of an unrealistic or idealistic nature.
2 archaic the science of ideas; the study of their origin and nature.
I was thinking about reality…which is not unlike pondering the truth. The more you dig into the facts, the more IT escapes you.
The fire in my cerebral matter ignited, sitting at a local diner, T-Ray’s. The flame was sparked, when I landed here in the U.S. My REALITY was altered immediately.
My daily life went from sun filled, peaceful days, to images of guns, beatings, riots, beheadings, legal rulings, liberal, conservative, bashing, fearful, defensive, arguments of sin and God. To say the least, these have been busy days, here in my living room.
There was a time when I enjoyed critical thinking, educating myself and intellectual jousts amongst my peers. And what did it all get me.
A Portobello mushroom salad and time spent with a friend, who couldn’t keep his eyes off of his BOX in his hand. Telling me to stay in the moment, as he eyed each girls legs, like they were fried and on his plate.
No time for critical thinking here.
And who cares. Most of the people, who I associate with, here on the island, believe that I was once an alligator wrestler at a local tavern, called the Hammerhead. That I smuggled drugs for the Columbian cartel. When they’re not thinking that I grew up in a trailer, a poor white, black girl, who danced topless for the mob. And watch out, because I do have the ability to steal your gold teeth, when you’re not looking.
And all my life, I just wanted to know Jesus and higher education.
And there you have it, the truth, to date, this thirtieth day, of August, in the year of our Lord, 2014.
Or is it?