Yeah, no problem---
The 1NC is entirely carded from the book-- a move that may or may not be a good call
Here's the 1NC tags and page numbers...
Round one, your neg strat is T, FX, RMA, Offsets and case. The introduction of competing policy option diminished the market value of the aff, and the judge was forced to invest elsewhere. You pick up.
You’re Aff round two. The 1AC is an 8 minute infomercial for 1NC is a smear ad against your product, your 1AC. According to the Negative, your plan isn’t as smart, or as new, or as innovative and unique as you thought it would be. The 2ac is damage control. Your product’s gotten a bad name. luckily, your product hits the market with great success—A WIN.
But soon, your 2AC, your big, 8 minute ad, disappears. The judge votes for you, it doesn’t matter why, and by the time round 5 is over, you’re 4-1.
You flip neg in octos; quarters, semis and finals are all the same. Different arguments, same round. You watch yourself watch the judges, the corporate executives of debate. The judge signs the ballot--- pay to the order of_____________. You watch yourself nod and smile and absorb the applause when they announce that it’s a 3-0 for you. You’re going to state. You try so hard to care.
You wake up in Houston and drop in semis. They weren’t in a buying mood.
You wake up in San Antonio and win the tournament on a 2-1.
You wake up in Chicago and miss breaking on speaks.
You wake up in Atlanta, waiting for a decision…You’re not sure how the presentation was received.
You wake up in Dallas, and watch yourself not care about the tournament you spent the year qualifying for.
You wake up in Dallas, Texas and watch yourself go through the motions that you were taught from day one. You plug your arguments into the formula that every judge will vote on. You’re lost.
Every weekend you debate as a single serving policy maker, a single serving activist, a single serving revolutionary, a single serving whatever-the-hell you say you are. Each time the round is irrelevant before it even ends. Each time you have nothing to show but a win-loss record and a story you tell yourself about education, fun, preparation for your career or whatever.
Then, it’s practice, or it’s camp. It’s late nights, early mornings. It’s pizza and Subway, It’s practice debates. It’s rebuttal speeches. Your redoes. Your redoes become redoes of redoes, everything you say, everything you practice, everything you lost sleep for, Its just a redo of a redo of redo of a redo. Until nothing you say does or means anything anymore.
This is your life and it’s ending one speech at a time.
In Chuck Palahniuk’s Fight Club, Our Insomniac hero realizes that the only place he can find any solace is in the weekly support groups for cancer patients, the living dead. But as with any drug, this soon loses it’s effect. The Insomnia’s back. Along comes Tyler Durden, the most interesting Single Serving Friend that our hero will ever meet. Instead of pornography, our hero’s world consisted of the monthly IKEA furniture catalog and all he had to worry about is the next worthless piece of German shit that will furnish his apartment. In the blink of an eye, it’s all gone. Everything he has worked for, his apartment, his endless struggle for perfection has now been blown into the night sky, into the windshields of the cars below. This is when Tyler asks him to hit him as hard as he can. Fight Club becomes a cultish gathering of men from all walks of life. What once was a drunken attempt at self-destruction has become a nation-wide organization. Project Mayhem. The end goal of Project Mayhem is to destroy the major credit card companies. You mix x an y and you get enough dynamite to blow up the world. But if you have too much of x, it goes wrong. Fight Club ends with a promise to continue project mayhem. Front row seats to the beginning of the cultural Ice Age.
<Pg 41-46> "Home was.... As hard as you can"
The affirmative is one small part in an infinite drive for perfection. There is a perfect world out there, they say, a world without war and famine and pain, and we can at least get closer if you buy the plan. Just sign your ballot, made out to ______________, then all the problems, all the extinction, everything, just go away. This is the logic of consumerism. Arguments, ballots, wins and losses are all capital. They want to be smarter, stronger, faster…better roleplayers, policy makers, activists, Americans, revolutionaries or whatever. We debate arguments we know are dumb so we can learn things we don’t care about. To do this, they advertise the plan as well as they can, the one must have item that will bring us closer to perfection. We tell ourselves lies to ward off this undeniable truth, but it’s always in the back of our minds: these arguments are meaningless and vacuous, preserved only because our lives are so permeated by cultural images that we literally know not what we do.
<Pg 149> "you have... we have"
Debate is our piece of the great depression of the spirit. We’re so caught up in the plan and the draft and rma, and the bomb and what Hu Jintau thinks about it, that we’ve lost touch with authentic human interaction. When the value of our time here becomes defined by how recent our evidence is, and all interaction between me and you is just a play, an image, what are our lives but spectacular dramas played out against the green screen of culture? We are moving images on a TV screen. Culture and Truth are frozen out there somewhere, embedded in a historical context that it seems impossible to affect. All we know is alienation. Alienation from each other, alienation from our-selves, alienation from our desires, alienation from life itself. We are history’s middle children.
<122-125> "When Tyler invented...destruction of civilization"
We’d be foolish to believe we can escape this endless drive for perfection by simply re-adjusting our path. The alternative isn’t to buy a new type of sofa, but to blow up the condo and move to the toxic waste part of town and make soap with our schizophrenic alter-ego. We have to disappear from culture. We have to hit rock bottom. We have to kiss our hand, pour lye on it and know that one day we will die. It’s only when you lose everything that you are free to do anything. Our alternative is a lens for viewing this round. A round should not receive it’s value because it feeds into some larger standard or goal, but should mean something in and of itself. Harms and solvency are cultural images used to keep us chasing images of what we SHOULD be. We have to form a new relationship with life, we have to realize that we are NOT our advocacies, we are NOT our win-loss records, we are NOT our state points and we are NOT how many tubs we roll into round with. Our redemption will come the moment we have nothing, in that moment of perfect self-destruction where we give up the world as we know it and find out just what it’s like to hit rock bottom. When we find out just how much blood we can swallow before we get sick.
All the page numbers are from the book Fight Club by Chuck Palaniuk... There's different covers but no new editions with different page numbers i think.
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