Thug Culture Part II: Thugs on Wheels

Every October the bad assed bikers hold their annual convocation of their demons in the Greater Daytona Beach area that also includes Ormond Beach the sea side coastal community in which I live. Some people just lock themselves in there homes for the entire one week reign of reactionary support our troops terror that is directed at the year round residents by the motley crew of thugs on wheels. Always on display with the bad assed bikers and their biker babes is the constant and universal display of the various acts of passive aggression that mark this tribe out for who they really are. They are a tribe of motorized terrorists on two wheels who have successfully used threats and intimidation to get what they want from the local community. An atmosphere of fear and trepidation descends on the local community wherever they hold their biannual witches Sabbath celebrations.

Cole slaw wrestling is not my idea of quality time well spent, nor is it any kind of a culturally uplifting sort of an event. It is in my humble opinion a gross and blatant celebration of the sewer and all that goes with such an association. The guiding principle behind such yearly displays of wonton barbarity is to mock real culture as well as to attempt to debase it by implying things about those members of the community who would seek to preserve a moral culture that is both uplifting and equally open to all members of the community. Such an ethic stands in stark distinction to the tribal mentality of exclusivity that the thug culture of the so called bikers brings in its wake. What such wonton displays of tribalism really are is a return to the savage barbarism of another era as a result of the Zeitgeist of our times that places all that is worst in human nature up on a pedestal as an object of idolatrous worship. A culture driven by the love of violence towards all men in support of the military ideal of the warrior has indeed become so pervasive that people can no longer see and understand this Beast of the Apocalypse within their midst. It has instead become not an object of scorn but rather and object of worship.

Such human beings who worship this Beast of the Apocalypse make of themselves something less than human. Those of us who seek to preserve our innate humanity in the face of such a social disease will always be considered the enemy of the Beast. Indeed it is now open hunting season on real human being and has been for some time now! The Beast that stalks us is in its own special way the very personification of evil in the post-modern world which is why we often fail to recognize it for what it truly is.

The local propagandists for these various biker events are the small and rather insignificant section of the local business community that turn a handsome profit as a result of these tribal events open to only the few who quality for membership in this less than elite tribe of social misfits whose narcissistic love of their own suppose uniqueness translates into an abominable grotesquery. The fact of the matter is that these so called biker events in the Greater Daytona Beach area have driven businesses into bankruptcy as a result of having to close down often for weeks at a time to escape from the mayhem of these morons on wheels. Every year local taxpayers are expected to pick up the often huge clean up costs involved with sponsoring and allowing such anti-social events to take place. The number of local businesses that have closed up in recent years as a result of the negative impact of these biker events is staggering. Daytona Beach itself risks becoming a virtual ghost town in its prime business areas as a result of the white like flight from the stars and bars of the bad assed bikers and their babes.

Every bad assed biker has to have a biker babe attached in order to be accepted as a member of the tribe. Dikes on Bikes is the one exception to this seemingly male dominated culture that worship women as sex objects. I know of no group that calls itself Fags on Bikes or some such equally applicative term to denote an equal acceptance for male homosexuality. In such a culture as this the “fag” is the object of common group inspired hatred and everything that a real biker does not want to be. Such a curious lack of acceptance for male homosexuality suggests other things of a sociological character that have been discussed in such anthropological classics as THE DOMINANT SEX: The History of the Reversal of Monosexual Dominance Down Through the Ages by Mathilda & Matthias Verting. For what its worth to cover such obscure sociological ground the authors point out that during an era where male dominance is the guiding and ascendant principle in any given particular society male forms of homosexuality are more or often fully accepted forms of sexual expression, whereas in those societies where the matriarchal principle is in the ascendant and/or dominates any given society it is the female forms of homosexuality that attain complete acceptance and even high honor.

The authors go on to point out that all matriarchal tribes, groups, nations, etc. are belligerent war driven cultures that believe that the only real role for men other than the strictly biological one is the role of warrior in defending and expanding the dominions of the tribe, group, or nation. There are numerous historical examples of such the most obvious of which would be the culture of ancient Sparta. Contrary to all the contemporary myths about ancient Sparta being a male dominated culture the facts of history indicate just the opposite. Sparta represented a culture where all property was in the hands of women and inheritance of such proceeded through the female line of ancestry. Men were cut free from all responsibility and care required for such property considerations as their sole and only purpose was to wage war on behalf of Sparta. There are numerous other nations and cultures of the ancient and more modern world that that the authors site as indicative of this same form of social organization. One of the most famous of the ancient world beside Sparta would be the civilization and culture of ancient Egypt where in the ancient world during the time of Egypt’s greatness the women of Egypt were describes by the contemporary authors of that era as the “Tigresses of the Nile.” Such a designation gives new meaning to the role and purpose of that most ancient of Egyptian monuments the Sphinx of the Giza plateau that we have all seen pictures of. The real true ancientness of this monument has only recently been discovered to be at least 12,000 years old meaning its original base was constructed around 10,000 BCE. Such makes the mystery of ancient Egypt deeper than ever before.

There is a message in all of this that might fall deaf upon existing human ears and it is this; that the very foundations of the Earth’s various civilizations may have been laid down not by men but rather by women. That is not a pleasant thought for some to have to consider. Does any of this have anything to do with contemporary American biker culture that also seems to have its counterparts in other European countries such as Germany, Scandinavia, and Great Brittan? Yes, I think it does because the past is never ever really dead but rather it lives on within us. These ancient patterns are a marvel to behold when they manifest in our own post-modern era. The very contemplation of such reminds me that I should at least be grateful for these present day living fossils of another era who may be totally unconscious of the archetypes that influence and dominate their lives in ways that they would never suspect. What a mystery to behold! So we come by Commodus recirculation of riverrun back to riverrun again and again to paraphrase the opening and closing sentence of James Joyce’s bizarre but memorable novel FINNEGAN’S WAKE. Back to the place where we began, back to our very source, our origin which was woman!

Note-this article was originally posted to Open Salon on 10-18-2014

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About charlesknause

I was born in Camden, N.J. (now the poorest city in America) in 1950 and grew up in a beautiful old Victorian town in South Jersey called Collingswood. I now live in Ormond Beach, FL where the weather suits my spirit. My personal life was impacted at an early point in my life by a psychiatric diagnosis that changed my life and put me on the workers scrap heap. I have refused to accept such a miserable fate and today consider myself a social activist dedicated to changing the way that people who have been diagnosed with a serious psychiatric disability are perceived by society and the people in their community. I have a B.S. in Clinical Psychology from the University of Central Florida and 18 graduate credits in Mental Health Counseling from Stetson University in DeLand, FL as well as 24 graduate credits in an MSW program at UCF. I am a member of the Volusia County Behavioral Health Care Providers Consortium where I function as an advocate. I am a daily reader of the World Socialist Website and an occasional contributor.
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