It’s interesting how thoroughly bubbles inform perceptions. Or, at least in most instances. Everyone lives in a bubble; only the radius and topography vary. So it’s more than minutely amusing to see how frequently accusations of alleged bubble life percolate among Internet antagonists. I suppose the real question is how far beyond our own bubble we can see. Just far enough to remain employed is usually the correct answer.
I was contemplating bubbles today—my own in particular—while leaving a trail of melted rubber down some boiling desert highway. I was close enough to the Mexican border to almost make out the Kuiper belt of decapitated heads that orbit Ciudad Juarez. And of course there is that unique white privilege of hearing your native tongue dwindle to near disuse while still nominally within your own country. I hear the talking of the DJ. Can’t understand just what does he say? I understand just a little. No comprende, it’s a riddle.
But back to bubbles. Social bubbles. The kind of social bubbles that keep Mexican coyotes disgorging their inventory on your property rather than Mark Zuckerberg’s. And so he wonders why so much anti-migrant bigotry? His chief of security doesn’t report a problem at all.
Like you and Mark, I live within my own bubble. Mine features a roster of significant but not extreme intelligence. Most of the people I interact with are what I would speculate to be of the 2SD variety—or what IQ Run Unz would self-report if his brain was bisected. They are also at least somewhat diverse in that colloquial sense that causes so much crotch lubrication among liberals.
I deal pleasantly with a black man who is a model of courtesy and professionalism; a jew who would despise this blog for its overly leftward slant; and a mestizo who wants all fresh beaners deported yesterday. All of them completely competent, friendly, and productive. In that way my bubble is somewhat like the bridge of Star Trek’s Enterprise. A small clutch of disparate creatures that interact amiably on a superficial basis by virtue of sharing similar intelligence and philosophy. Thus, I extrapolate that a majority black and mestizo society doused with a film of jews in positions of leadership will prove completely safe, prosperous, and nurturing for my posterity. I can see it with my own eyes!
That’s the misapprehension frequently embraced in social groups comprised of people from different races but the same IQ. Because all institutions are increasingly driving social arrangements into silos of intellect rather than blood, more and more smart whites are becoming dumb enough to forget that their own bubbles aren’t representative. And that societies are reflections of averages, not outliers. A fact I was able to discern today in vivid detail.
But at least I wasn’t in Tijuana, eating barbecued iguana.