Hypocrisy is the tribute vice pays to virtue.
I was just a boy the first time I heard that statement, and remember initially comprehending it the way a Congolese would calculus. Though once the meaning became clear I always cherished it as a particularly witty truism. The hypocrite concedes his villainy by paying lip service to honor. If he believed his actions were just, then his words would match them. The faithful husband doesn’t preach about the righteousness of infidelity. Thus virtue pays no reciprocal tribute to vice.
I note a similar phenomenon frequently on the left. And never more so than in discussions of their most lurid vice of all: white eradication. This yearning for racial elimination used to be an understandably furtive affair. Liberals would express such a malign desire the same way they masturbate: only with gerbils.
But as the Overton Window has reached Armageddon, it has actually become more socially acceptable to say you want whites dead than want them alive. Certainly only one of these positions would be denounced by Marco Rubio.
Though somewhere deep in their dormant ganglions, even a democrat dimly understands the moral ambiguity of killing off a whole race of people (particularly your own). That’s why such awkward dissonance is assuaged by ridiculous fictions about social constructs. All of which only serve to provide the rationalization of You can’t say we want to murder you if we say you don’t exist. That’s not an impressive acrobatics routine to a target audience; but it’s only targeting the one in the subject’s head.
But sometimes these mental backflips land ludicrously awry. That was the case recently with a roundly lampooned tweet from one of those ubiquitous “my fellow white peoples.”
It’s satisfying to always remember that none of the descendants of the people screaming about the myth of white genocide will be white.
Did you get that? White genocide is a myth, and in the future there will be no whites to say otherwise. This sort of extremely common doublethink is a liberal’s subconscious paying tribute from their vice of eradication to their virtue of self-saintliness.
If leftists actually believed their yearnings weren’t moral filth then there would be no reason to disparage what they advocate as a myth. Hypocrites preach fidelity while cheating; liberals preach fantasy while doing. The quoted writer is openly thrilled at the prospect of there being no whites, and convinced it will come to pass. But he dismisses his own certainty as myth. He does this because he needs a mirror that doesn’t reflect a monstrosity. And that means we’re definitely not doing what we’re definitely going to do.
One of the dumber–and thus most predictable–rebuttals to the white genocide accusation is the one that asks: Where are the bodies? Who is killing you? That second question is one the entire media suffers many pains to obscure. Though more importantly, the absence of systematic killings is not the absence of systematic suppression.
Imagine this scenario, just as a hypothetical. Imagine if I were able to propagandize credulous young women through uncontested control of the media, entertainment, and academia complexes. And through these channels was able to motivate huge numbers of them to spend the brief bloom of their fertility on birth control while pursuing careers and periscoping altruism in lieu of their own marriage and family. What if I relentlessly glamorized miscegenation, foreign adoption, and a childish life with no children? If I were successful, then the magic of math would quickly and quietly do my work–while liberal tweeters were unquietly crowing about the results.
What if I also viciously taxed those families that did form in order to subsidize the prolific fecundity of imported foreigners and a hostile underclass? These being people who will, in turn, elect representation even more aligned against our target population. What if I also was able to deny safe homogenous habitats, crush their community social capital, and force them into extravagant private tuition bills for each expensive child to avoid the diversity I have seeded everywhere?
To be honest, I’m feeling fairly optimistic about my mythical genocide at this point.
And as the birth rate of these demonized and indoctrinated people cratered, and the massive majority country most adults were born into dissolved before their eyes, I would field their complaints coquettishly and say I have no idea what you’re talking about…but I sure do like it.
But what I like even more is imagining the day virtue pays its tribute back to vice.