That being called “racist” is considerably more damaging to one’s career than being called unprofessional is one of the more luminous signs of our societal decay. One of these terms being the province of emoting juveniles, while the other represents a pillar of civilization. The Western culture of professionalism is much of why you are reading this in a warm home with electricity, rather than loping after a gazelle across the Serengeti with your bare scrotum swaying to an adder’s gaze. It was the professional discipline of routinely outnumbered soldiers that held the ground we now drape in red carpets. The professionalism of scientists, engineers, architects, and physicians who eschewed pleasant sloth for the grinding labor that gave us the infrastructure and appurtenances we diligently take for granted. One could cripple many keyboards in banging about the importance of ambient professionalism to the civic hygiene of western society, particularly compared to its global counterparts.
This should logically position a lack of professionalism as the far more damning accusation. Though relative to raysis, its potency at scuttling employment is positively anemic. That a person’s incompetence at the task they are actually paid to perform represents less occupational jeopardy than a candid discussion of race while-white is one of those phenomenon that our fabled Mandarin museums will one day feature prominently.
And that’s unfortunate for a number of reasons. A substantial one of those being how much of modernity’s comforts rest on the public’s bored presumption of professionalism. Everyone simply expects it, but few seem to delve much into why they should. It has been, thus it will be is about as contemplative as most people are willing to get regarding the many things that quietly work because of stolid professionalism. In that way it’s much like air: largely unappreciated until you’re inhaling smoke instead.
While the existence of professionalism tends to be its own camouflage, its absence often stands out in stark relief. Of course professionalism by our standards is far more exception than rule in the places from which we source our replacements. But even in the West there are thriving pockets of third-World indolence and corruption. I think none more obvious than those employed within the media disinformation complex. It is not their uniform liberalism that necessarily earns this occupation such broad public contempt. But rather their pristine absence of professionalism.
Your experiences may differ, but I do not know the politics of my mechanic, attorney, accountant, or Russian handler. I do not know this because we have pleasant but strictly business relationships, and their role is to competently discharge the duties for which they are being paid, not to advise me of how intensely they care about climate change. I remain their client because they remain professional. This is a key commercial concept, and forms the basis for how people with vastly disparate opinions can peacefully transact without lunging for each other’s throat.
But the media is significantly more egregious than a mere fry-cook offering his gender perspectives over a chicken patty. At least he can theoretically still deliver an honest product. They actually conspire not to. Their business is to report, but what they deliver is narrative.
You can imagine how this would stimulate gallows construction were it occurring in other occupations. If, as an example, your general practitioner detected malignant tumors, but instead of oncology referred you to a podiatrist while citing chemo-privilege and a history of foot oppression. I imagine you would eventually come to regard him much like the public now does the media’s moral lepers–but only your mortician could say for sure.
The above analogy is actually less hyperbolic than it seems. Like the shitlib physician, the media actively withholds and manipulates information in a manner that inhibits the public’s capacity to make informed, adaptive decisions about its civic health. And, as a result, the West has been dying of cancers while staring at its feet.
A professional fourth estate would be as legitimately important as our current claque of charlatans assure one another they are. But their homogenized pap and cant are increasingly becoming just the rocks our discussions flow around. And you’re all part of the current.