Would you say that the Gracchi brothers practiced a politics of ressentiment?

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Would you say that the Gracchi brothers practiced a politics of ressentiment?

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A propos de Nietzche et de sa « GĂ©nĂ©alogie de la morale », qui tente de dĂ©fendre sa classe comme il peut, il faut tout de mĂȘme voir une chose, câest que sa pensĂ©e sous-tend un prĂ©supposĂ© (religieux) tel que les classes sociales auraient un sens profond, cachĂ© (uniquement ironiquement « rĂ©tributif » (mais pour tous et de maniĂšre paradoxale !) dans un sens, oui), sans quoi cette idĂ©e que seuls les dominants seraient dĂ©nuĂ©s de ressentiments dans leur volontĂ© de pouvoir, ou bien que seuls les dominĂ©s en seraient dotĂ©s, tombe Ă plat ! Au contraire mĂȘme, si la volontĂ© de pouvoir existe sans ressentiment, alors celui qui aurait le plus de cette volontĂ© « à lâĂ©tat pur » serait celui qui en a le plus besoin, pas le contraire : celui qui en rajouterait inutilement pour en ĂȘtre totalement aliĂ©nĂ© et malade ! Mais il faut dire que Nietzsche, qui âĂ part çaâ avait tout de mĂȘme conscience quâil ne fallait pas trop se gaver, ne prend en considĂ©ration que la soi-disant volontĂ© de justice du dominĂ© et de ce point de vue certes nâa pas tort : celle-ci mĂšne facilement Ă des faussetĂ©s voire aberrations « masochiques »⊠Mais un communiste vrai lui (1), chose qui nâexiste pas pour Nietzsche ou bien est ignorĂ©e, ne restera « juste » (et le devra) que tant quâil pourra sâen payer le luxe⊠Enfin pour finir, il y a le symĂ©trique du « pauvre assoiffĂ© de « justice » » sous la forme du complexe de supĂ©rioritĂ©, qui fait tant souffrir le « pauvre » (2) dominant (surtout si câest par hĂ©ritage, câest rarement pas du tout le cas dâailleurs), dont la moitiĂ© se sent obligĂ©e de se prouver Ă longueur de temps quâelle est fĂ©ministe, humaniste etc. (et lâautre « gĂ©nĂ©reuse », « nĂ©cessaire » etc. quelques rares cas, comme (le prince de caste guerriĂšre !) Bouddha, expriment quâil nây a rien dâinĂ©vitable, pas dâessence dĂ©finitive, fort heureusement (3)), ce qui engendre de dĂ©testables perroquets donneurs de leçons aussi « éclairĂ©s » quâignorants dâeux-mĂȘmes et de la « rĂ©alité », du sexe et du « genre » en particulier (au mĂȘme titre que les masculinistes, faux opposĂ©s, comme la rĂ©alitĂ© politique finit par le trahir dâailleursâŠ), se sentant soutenus par lâamour des femmes pour cela, femmes qui finiront toujours par prĂ©fĂ©rer les faibles (dits « équilibrĂ©s » (4), encore mieux « puissants »), paradoxalement (enfin câest assez - doublement - logique et comprĂ©hensible, si on rĂ©flĂ©chit un peu Ă la gĂ©nĂ©alogie du genre, pour le coup). Grand mal leur fasse (et quâon ne me dise pas illogique, Ă moins de lâĂȘtre soi-mĂȘme), eux qui dâailleurs finiront par devoir admettre que leur propre « amour » a ses conditions, son impermanence. Est-ce que ça le rend moins fou pour autant ? Câest que le temps et lâimpermanence sont eux-mÄmes un point de vue.
Pour ce qui est de Nietzsche je ne fais que rĂ©pondre Ă cette rĂ©fĂ©rence obsessionnelle tellement Ă la mode, autant quâincomprise : Nietzsche a dit des faussetĂ©s, voire des Ă©normitĂ©s aussi, comme je le montre, mais une fascination excessive vient du fait quâil ait su par contre toucher trĂšs juste sur des points critiques. Mais ce cĂŽtĂ© vrai Ă©tait dĂ©jĂ exprimĂ© (sans analyse spĂ©cifique poussĂ©e) par le cĂ©lĂšbre Bouddha (je ne veux pas dire uniquement) bien avant, sans ses absurdes contradictions, aveuglements ou ignorances.
(1) Il y a deux gauches, pas une seule plus ou moins extrĂȘme, nâen dĂ©plaise Ă nos marionnettes PS, LFI, NPA & CoâŠ
(2) Affaibli et sur-sensibilisĂ© par ses biens, en plus de conscient de son peu de mĂ©rite⊠forme de cruelle injustice, certes ! Câest pourquoi il serait injuste et bĂȘte dâĂȘtre communiste contre les riches.
(3) Lâintelligence est, toutes catĂ©gories confondues, de toute façon rare en ce monde ! En plus elle nâest pas aimĂ©e, ce qui Ă tendance Ă en Ă©liminer les intermĂ©diaires.
(4) « Equilibristes » serait plus juste, ce qui est de loin la rÚgle.
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Friday 27 June 2025
Grand Strategy Newsletter
The View from Oregon â 347
Negating Nietzscheâs Three Kinds of History
âŠin which I discuss Nietzsche, monumental, antiquarian, and critical history, Last Men, Hugh Trevor-Roper, purposive movement, contempt for the little tradition, ressentiment, micro-, cosmopolitan, and sycophantic history, Procopius, BartolomĂ© de las Casas, W. B. Gallie, essentially contested concepts, thinking, Ettinger on Heidegger and Arendt, and a finished paperâŠ
Substack: https://geopolicraticus.substack.com/p/negating-nietzsches-three-kinds-of
Medium: https://jnnielsen.medium.com/negating-nietzsches-three-kinds-of-history-9315de339c08
Reddit: https://www.reddit.com/r/The_View_from_Oregon/comments/1ls0pnv/negating_nietzsches_three_kinds_of_history/
Part of what is bringing authoritarian nationalists to power is a mobilization of this ressentiment and transmuting the humiliation, the suffering, and the displacement that this group feels into a form of very powerful political xenophobiaâŠ
Wendy Brown

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Resentment.
That's the word.
Bitter anger and simmering pain, pushed far away from the consciousness. Deep hurt fused with the self, indistinguishable from the rest.
Resentment. Rage. Grief.
A wounded beast screaming and thrashing, incapable of seeing that its convulsions are widening the gash. Canines flying in dull shrapnel after desperately biting at unbreakable bars. The floor is slicked and the chains are tighter with every howl and kick.
No one dares get close to the beast. From afar, the naked eye cannot see tears.
Resentment.
I'm stuck in my unshed anger and my unspoken screams.
I thought I didn't know anger, and only wallowed in sadness and cold despair when things got too bad.
It turns out, I've only been too good at swallowing down my wrath. And I've had my share. I've lived two decades grinding my own tongue into ashy dust instead of voicing the pain, the hurt, the confusion. I've made it to adulthood with no one in life angrier at me than my own self.
I did it, and I did it bruised, scared and disoriented. I did it as a child, as a teenager and as a young adult. I have always done it. And it caught up with me.
Resentment.
When I'm reminded that I can't sit, can't walk, can't live and can't talk how I want to without trading part of me away. When I'm made to buy, consume, like and hate things I never cared for unless I wanted to be profiled.
When my parents say that suit is for men, and that pose is too masculine, and that girl is too exposed, and that guy is too girly. When they say I have to be home before nine, and I have to be up before noon. When they say I have to listen and agree, or speak and suffer.
Resentment.
The one emotion I never understood the purpose of.
I do not condone revenge, and I believe people around me are doing the best they can.
But I can't keep it in.
I sometimes wish I never saw them again.
My body like time away from home. Home is toxic to me. Harm is all I will get if I don't move away. I outgrew them the second I graduated highschool.
It's resentment and guilt and shame and pain.
Am I ungrateful?
âIn ressentiment morality, love for the âsmall,â the âpoor,â the âweak,â and the âoppressedâ is really disguised hatred, repressed envy, an impulse to detract, etc., directed against the opposite phenomena: âwealth,â âstrength,â âpower,â âlargesse.â When hatred does not dare to come out into the open, it can be easily expressed in the form of ostensible loveâlove for something which has features that are the opposite of those of the hated object. This can happen in such a way that the hatred remains secret. When we hear that falsely pious, unctuous tone (it is the tone of a certain âsocially-mindedâ type of priest), sermonizing that love for the âsmallâ is our first duty, love for the âhumbleâ inspirit, since God gives âgraceâ to them, then it is often only hatred posing as Christian love.â
~ Max Scheler
Freedom from ressentiment, lucidity about ressentiment â who knows how much I ultimately have to thank my long sickness for these as well! The problem is not exactly a simple one: you need to have experienced it out of strength and out of weakness. If there are any drawbacks to being sick and weak, it is that these states wear down the true instinct for healing, which is the human instinct for weapons and war. You do not know how to get rid of anything, you do not know how to push anything back, â everything hurts. People and things become obtrusive, events cut too deep, memory is a festering wound. Sickness is itself a kind of ressentiment. â The sick person has only one great remedy for this â I call it Russian fatalism, the fatalism without revolt that you find when a military campaign becomes too difficult and the Russian soldier finally lies down in the snow. Not taking anything else on or in, â not reacting at all any more ... The excellent reasoning behind this fatalism, which is not always just courage in the face of death, but can preserve life under the most dangerous circumstances, is that it reduces the metabolism, slows it down, a type of will to hibernation. Taking this logic a few steps further, you have the fakir who sleeps for weeks in a grave ... Since any sort of reaction wears you out too quickly, you do not react at all: this is the reasoning. And nothing burns you up more quickly than the affects of ressentiment. Annoyance, abnormal vulnerability, inability to take revenge, the desire, the thirst for revenge, every type of poisoning â these are definitely the most harmful ways for exhausted people to react: they inevitably lead to a rapid consumption of nervous energy and a pathological increase in harmful excretions, of bile into the stomach, for instance. Ressentiment should be what is forbidden most rigorously for people who are sick â it is their great evil: and unfortunately their most natural tendency as well. â This was understood very well by that profound psychologist, the Buddha. His 'religion', which could be better described as a hygiene (so as not to confuse it with anything as pathetic as Christianity) â the effectiveness of this religion depends on conquering ressentiment: to free the soul of this â the first step to recovery. 'Enmity will not bring an end to enmity, friendship brings an end to enmity': this is how the Buddha's teaching begins â this is not the voice of morality, this is the voice of psychology. â Born from weakness, ressentiment is most harmful to the weak themselves, â wherever rich nature is presupposed, an overflowing feeling, a feeling of maintaining control over ressentiment, is almost the proof of richness. Anyone who knows how seriously my philosophy has taken up the fight against lingering and vengeful feelings, right up into the doctrine of 'free will' â the fight against Christianity is just one instance of this â anyone aware of this will understand why I am calling attention to my own behaviour, my sureness of instinct in practice. When I was a decadent I prohibited these feelings being harmful to me; as soon as my life became rich and proud enough again, I prohibited these feelings as being beneath me. I showed signs of that 'Russian fatalism' I mentioned by sticking doggedly (for years, even) to almost intolerable situations, places, lodgings, company, just because they happened to come my way, â this was better than changing them, than thinking that they could be changed â than rebelling against them ... At that time, I took mortal offence at any attempt to disturb me in this fatalism, to snap me out of it: â which would in fact have been mortally dangerous as well. â To accept yourself as fate, not to want to 'change' yourself â in situations like this, that is reason par excellence.
â Friedrich Nietzsche, Ecce Homo, 'Why I am so wise' §6