Discord is Leftism, and Leftism is chaos.
The reality of Equestria is not a reality, it is a dream - A peaceful reflection of a happy persons acceptance of the world, the natural way it functions, the role and purpose of everything and everyone. Each and everypony, zebra, buffalo, whatever, lives as they are fit for, doing what they find rewarding, finding their aptitude and nurturing it. Until one day, a minor disagreement breaks out due to a confusion of language.
3 little ponies can’t decide whether chaos is discord, or discord is disharmony, or whatever. Language is abstract, and therefore cannot match reality exactly, and so a little crack opens up. And the ponies begin to bicker over nothing.
Soon, 3 friends are fighting over which of their words is correct, and the discord between interpretation of the world and the world itself widens. Discord is unleashed.
I woke up this morning, got my cereal and shit, and made the mistake of looking at a newspaper - A left wing paper, The Guardian. In it, people who expressed concern that people immigrating into the country might harbour resentment to the natives were called “xenophobic.” Others who suggested that differences in gender representation in the workforce were down to natural inclination and aptitude were “misogynist.” Those wary of known terrorist supporters were “bigots.” Any and all acknowledgements of the reality of things were made small and quaint and backward under a torrent of abuse. The discord between the interpretation of the world and the world was so intense it was no longer a crack, but a gaping maw.
Leftism, ultimately, is a refusal of reality. It is a refusal to account for ones own being in the world and improve upon it, choosing instead to pursue a fantasy ideal. Like the protagonist of Fight Club and Karl Marx, we become leftist when we refuse to acknowledge our own flaws and faults and improve them. It becomes imperative to smash the existing world, because it reminds us of our own flaws. In order to seize power over the world to offset our lack of power over ourselves, we must become revolutionaries. We must destroy and invert the existing order of things through deceit, so that we may sit on the throne. Doublethink is created. Loaded political terms are drafted, and papers like The Guardian published.
And this is exactly what Discord does. He lies to everypony. He takes their knowledge of what is real and poisons it. When confronted with Fluttershy, who accepts her place in things completely, he shows his true lack of self control and loses his temper, and brainwashes her after playing on her fears doesn’t work. He tells them they are racists, bigots, far-right thugs, quaint, old-fashioned, archaic, xenophobic, misogynistic, hateful. When they believe him, they become his playthings.
Discord is a monster. A horrible, cobbled-together incoherence. All animals have shapes that are the result of becoming the best shape to exist in a specific way. Discord is not constrained by the realities of supply and demand - He has parts of every animal, but because he is disconnected from reality through lies, no part serves any real purpose. It’s as is he has been trying to become whatever was in fashion at the time, or trying to imitate in order to deceive. Very, very much like the state - A cold monster that lies, that distorts itself into imitations of the genuine article. Economically, Discord is the NHS. Discord is a thousand petty bylaws and an army of bureaucrats, regulating away against obvious reality.
Discord is a leftist, and like all leftists, a revolutionary. The old and stable order of things must be abolished in order to make way for his ascension to the throne. Art and culture must be destroyed, along with the patriarchy, the monarchy, the christian faith. Patriotism and the family must be ground into dust. The world must be turned on its head, and be made flat. Equestria becomes inverted. The clouds turn, the ground buckles, animals distort and become twisted parodies of their former selves.
In truth, God is just the name we give to the better part of our conscious, the part that tells us to do what is right by the universe. It seems fitting that a so called religion that endorses mass slaughter would like to confuse this small voice by giving it 99 different names. Discord - Satan - Is the mirror image, he is prideful one that wishes to do away with harmony in order to seize ones own selfish desires. Discord is not God, but a god. A god, to quote Dan Simmons, of pure, arbitrary power. A 9/11 god. An Auschwitz god.
I put down my newspaper, and walk to work. I try to ignore the closed up shopfronts, the homeless, the broken roads. I avoid the stares of the mixed race teenage boys hulking possessively around a gaggle of self loathing white teenage girls. I try not to feel shaken by the threatening swagger of a guy in uniform who is twice my size and clearly two continents removed from myself. I get into my workplace to settle in for a day of writing faux-altruist journalism to earn a crust, and sup my morning coffee. Above the darkening clouds, a demonic laugh fills the skies.