The Reluctant Revolutionary
Another interesting take on what is going on the “glorified secondary schools” of our time. Anyone considering sending their kids to any of these so-called colleges, might be better off giving them real-world skills instead of this social garbage. For real.
The Reluctant Revolutionary
I love competitive #Wokeness.
No, seriously — it’s high time you people out in the real world got to experience one of the defining joys of life in the ivory tower. In the ivy-covered halls of academe, the Marxist Postcolonialist Feminsts have longstanding beef with the Postcolonialist Feminist Marxists. They’d each happily feed the other into a wood chipper, even though to outsiders it would look like the pot executing the kettle for counterrevolutionary crimes. If you’re the sort who takes schadenfreudy delight in very obvious folly, university life is hilarious.
It’s even funnier if you take these buffoons at their word. Compared to the pronouncements of your average Angry Studies professor, Pol Pot was a sane and balanced man. In reality, of course, university people are so soft and coddled, they make the Eloi look like the Sons of Anarchy. Spending so much time around college folk is one of the main reasons for my mantra: “Today’s SJW is tomorrow’s obergruppenfuhrer.” They talk a fearsome game, these campus Ches, but they cry if the cafeteria is out of free trade sustainably sourced indigenous grown gluten free soy milk. When the zeitgeist shifts, they’ll be the first to knuckle under. It has happened before.
There are lots of explanations for why college folk are the way they are. I’ve offered several of them myself. But when it comes right down to it, all the various explanations are just symptoms of the same fundamental disease: They’re boring, and they know they’re boring.
Boredom is, in fact, the modern West’s signature pathology. Nobody with a rich, full life — a rewarding job, some hobbies, family and friends — bothers about “intersectionality” and whatnot. That’s not to say that Normals don’t get bored. However, for us boredom is a temporary feature of life. We know how to handle it; we have a zillion ways of killing time. What’s more important, we know that boredom’s just a part of life; it happens to the best of us.
For them, each episode of boredom is an existential crisis. They’ve convinced themselves that they have all the answers, that to be #Woke is to be a god among men. So if their lives aren’t 100% wonderful and fulfilling all the time — every second of every minute of every hour of every day — it throws the fundamental premise of their entire existence into question. It it any wonder, then, why they’re constantly hyperventilating about everything? Without a constant infusion of drama, they have to face the fact that they’re just people, buggering through life with the rest of us.
As much as it pains me to say it: We need to be more like them.
We’re faced with two incompatible ideas here in Our Thing. The first is: It Can’t Go On Like This. We’ll need to come back to this one fairly often, so let’s just get the acronym over with: ICGOLT. The second incompatible idea is, for lack of a better term, isolationism. Speaking of university people, I’m sure we’d all love nothing more than not having to know what “intersectionality” etc. means. If the Postcolonialist Feminist Marxists really did get the opportunity to feed the Marxist Postcolonialist Feminists into a wood chipper, we’d all buy tickets, but other than that we’d be exquisitely happy leaving them to it, whatever “it” is. We’d leave them alone, if only they’d extend us the same courtesy.
But they won’t, which is why ICGOLT.
The question then becomes: How do you get people worked up, who have made “not getting worked up” one of the cornerstones of their lives?
Studying the SJWs is an obvious first step. It’s hard to do — they’re just so fucked up, so cattywampus to observable reality, that it’s impossible to take them seriously. This Ocasio-Cortez idiot is a perfect example of the type. Look, we all know in any sane polity that broad couldn’t get elected dogcatcher. I understand that she was a bartender back in college, and that seems to be her natural milieu — bug eyes and donkey chompers aren’t drawbacks in low light where everyone’s drinking, but excellent cans (which, let’s be fair, she does have) are an, ahem, oversized advantage. But simply yelling “Go back to tending bar, you dumb dummy!” — which is what most commentary on her in Our Thing boils down to — misses the salient fact, the truly horrifying fact: She’s an elected official. And not a minor one, either — she’s only been in office a few months, but is the most recognizable person in American politics short of President Trump himself.
Think about that for a second. How in the name of Almighty tap-dancing Allah did thathappen?!?
It’s not a rhetorical question. There’s an answer. I don’t have it at the moment, but we need to find it, fucking stat. How does she get people worked up? What are they worked up about? Crucially, how can we co-opt those techniques?
It can’t go on like this, so it won’t. We either become reluctant revolutionaries (metaphorically, NSA creeps, metaphorically) or we go under. We’d better start hanging together, or we shall surely all hang separately.