So long, Baltimore. Watching yet another old liberal city choke on its virtue we are again vividly reminded that, unlike climate change, smoldering ruins aren’t exactly a social construct. And while decorum demands we never acknowledge what the diversity bonfire reveals, there remain some tangential observations for loose tongues to hazard.
Specifically, those indifferent to the matter must find it fascinating to watch American social and political dialogue migrate from the tangible to the wholly visceral. Facts, results, consequences, sensory inputs, things are simply eschewed as public matters of discussion. These replaced practically in total by the id, emotions and the competition of their intensity. Modern Sun Tzu would say: To feel most intensely about your position is to master your opponent. If present demonstrations prove definitive, we are actually devolving from the preeminence of our frontal lobe to creatures animated strictly by the limbic system. At the time the 100 billionth African proceeds from the assembly line, I presume most humanoids will feature only a brain stem residing in a cocoa-nut shell.
Though that will be unfrozen Zuckerberg’s issue to resolve. For today, the manifestations are plain enough. As debates have trended to being content-agnostic, society has politically fractured into the movement of the accusers and the one of deniers. This is the present relationship of liberals and conservatives. And it goes far to explain the latter’s consistent defeats.
Liberals have a single plank platform: accusations. The “of what” is as irrelevant as it is capricious. Review what is almost certainly an already stale sample:
Most of these terms were obviously contrived by children aimlessly appending suffixes to random words. Look for the scourge of maudlinism soon enough. Though in times of cultural virility, such inanities born of overabundant leisure would be regarded as no more than the clucking of barnyard fowl. But now unserious men feign to take them very seriously indeed.
And taking empty accusations seriously imbues them with power and begets more empty accusations still. It’s not so difficult to understand the lewd appeal, even for maladapting whites. Because when a young person is baptized into liberalism they are not choosing a raft of policy positions, they are choosing a role. The role of accuser. And when compared to the squirming perpetual discomfort of conservative denying, the disparity in psychic gratification is enormous. Who wants to squat behind a shield to absorb a lifetime of kaleidoscopic accusations? Much better to savor the sweet aggression of whaling away sword in hand. Even more pleasant for the accusers is the belief they will never suffer vigorous counterattack. This is not their role, after all. And bravery blossoms in the assurance of victory. That this victory will prove highly flammable for their children is just an issue for bad people to deny ever considering. The fact is accusing feels good. How there remain conservatives at all is only by victory of obstinance over vanity.
Though I’m going to offer a tip to conservatives worth even more than its cost. You don’t have to play this fool’s role. You don’t have to be the cuckold in the corner muttering “I’m not racist” as your civilization gets impaled before your eyes. Renounce it entirely. You don’t owe the courtesy of a denial to liberal script kiddies. Ignore them, mock them, or talk past them as if their isms were the barking of your neighbor’s beagle. Tell them to go to hell if you tell them anything. And most importantly unless the President is propositioning you for homosex, never begin a sentence with “I’m not.” If you think that will cease the accusations, you’ve lost before you begin.
And people that gullible would be much happier reading National Review.