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Friday, February 19, 2021

How to become normal again

In a previous post I labelled the gullible consumers of mainstream propaganda “Normies.”

Though complimenting them first and foremost as “intrinsically good,” this is untrue.

Once upon a time all of mankind was “intrinsically good”, endowed with the virtue of justice. (Not “social justice.”) But our goodness is no longer intrinsic because our nature has been affected by sin (an awesome term). Our sin is a state, not an act.

(Our birthright is not our fault! This is so hopeful!)

What is our choice—and by extension our fault—is how we choose to live. “Normies” are not intrinsically good; they are foolish sinners, powerless tools used by politicians and unknowingly inclined to an evil that is making them weak and compliant, falsely believing it to be virtuous. They are deprived of justice because they have believed the lies. They live in a state of ignorance, and therefore sin.

In a democratic country, normies appear to drive the course of history by “electing” elites who claim to serve their best interest. (And there are lots and lots of normies willing to do this.) In another political system, normies would be emaciated slaves. In modern America, they are fat slaves.

(Once upon a time in America normal people were (cautiously) honest about their political biases with their acquaintances, and at the end of the evening everyone could laugh and laugh and laugh because they all secretly knew that development of society can never be subject to rational human control!)

This a spiritual wound, but spiritual wounds can also heal. To become a normal person again, normies need first to think/ask the following:

1) My political opinion is not my identity because I am not a politician

2) Politics is not a game that I have the money to play anyway

3) What is my political opinion based on? Vague platitude, or edifying research? Personal biases, or historical facts? (Sometimes biases are based in fact!)

Eventually, some normies will soften and become normal people again. (Forced to wear masks everywhere slows the inevitability of this softening, as the normies are unpaid enforcers of the mask mandate. State endorsed fear is extremely powerful.)

The conversion from normie to normal person is one of slow humility that starts with the sentiment: "Maybe I can learn something from someone I think I am supposed to disagree/hate."

Normal people: become trustworthy to your day-to-day normies and then correct them in conversation whenever safe to do so and not when they are in groups of two or more. Do not let yourself become outnumbered. 

Normies: keep your sins to yourselves like the rest of us normal people have done since Adam and Eve committed the first one. If you are going to reveal them, prepare to be corrected. 

Tuesday, February 2, 2021

The Normies, The Intelligentsia, The Elites

Humans are created beings. As created beings our lives should always and only serve our Divine Creator. We are fools when our lives serve other created entities (OCEs).

Everyone is a type of fool, which is OK so long as we recognize which type of fool we are and amend our foolishness accordingly. (This takes longer than anyone expects, so the sooner we recognize and acknowledge our foolishness, the better.)

Though flawed and foolish human beings, our aim should be to live as honestly as possible, which means admitting our hatred, our greed, our lust, our gluttony, our pride etc. This is hard, but this guide makes it slightly easier politically. (Admittedly the least important way to amend ourselves, but a good start.)

I do not claim to know the intimacy of an individual’s heart; only our Divine Creator has that ability. However, I do know the ingredient that makes a political opinion a bad one—lies. Professing lies as truths--however innocently ignorant or willfully mislead--always leads to living dishonestly and unwittingly serving OCEs.

Since it is still fashionable to have a loud and retarded political opinion via social media, it is easier for yours truly to identify when political lies have been believed, and easier to create said categories. But: because politics runs downstream our culture of death at large, retarded political opinions are just the tip of the shaft of lies that we are screwing ourselves with.

There are three basic categories of political fools that form the hierarchy of our culture of death: The Normies, The Intelligentsia and The Elites.

The Normies

For the most part normies are intrinsically good and rightfully believe in human dignity. Depending on their personality type (among other factors), normies fall somewhere between useful idiot and prole, aggressively leftist or complacent liberal.

Normies are not necessarily basic people—I know many extraordinary normies: PhDs, doctors, lawyers, raconteurs, people with strange interests, tastes and personalities—they just have basic political taste, a result of their political media consumption/education. I can be fascinated by a person, only to be disappointed when they disparage Trump as a ‘racist.’

Like all minds everywhere and for all times, normie minds are malleable, massaged into intellectual submission with a constant flow of propaganda into their brains via social media notifications and earbud implants. They thusly believe themselves to be constantly informed. However, the more propaganda they consume the more they cannot discern between fact and opinion. Normies are not skeptical when they consume propaganda because they have put naïve faith in its “objectivity.” They trust these OCEs, who only spew lies to unmask the normies' latent hatred towards injustice, aiming it towards concocted scapegoats like ‘systemic racism’ and ‘white supremacy.’ 

Their political viewpoint becomes a hackneyed repetition of the mainstream narrative with zero nuance. Normies cannot think outside this narrative because they are not aware of alternative  sources, or so offended by the existence of said sources that they are unwilling to give them credibility by giving them viewership, conditioned to believe that any other opinion outside "official" sources are solely based on ‘hatred’ and ‘bigotry.’

Examples: They gullibly believe that ‘Black Lives Matter’ means what the group’s name suggests, ignoring pervasive violence in black neighborhoods by black residents; they might not like abortion but still “respect a woman’s right to choose;” they think that Joe Biden was elected legitimately in an election that was “the most secure in history” according to the mainstream press; they think that diversity is our greatest strength at the same time believing racism is our biggest problem.

The normie worldview requires little scrutiny to fall apart, but they are incapable of scrutinizing it themselves. Not because they are stupid, but because they are kept ignorant by a matrix created to trap them intellectually. Depending on the normie’s personality and commitment to their ignorance, this is an impenetrable forcefield. The more far gone the normie the more they “answer” prodding questions to their beliefs with distractions, insults or lies.

Normies unwittingly serve The Elites. Who can blame them? They are busy creatures, with only a passing interest in political warfare because they think that, as Americans, they are supposed to have political opinions. While they have the right to have an idiotic opinion so distilled from reality that it is completely meaningless, they do not have to hold an idiotic opinion so distilled from reality that it is completely meaningless.

This normie label is meant to be taken personally; it is meant to be a political slur. I love normies, but not for their idiocy. I want them to stop being normies altogether, in the very least admit when they do not know something--or anything. This way they can rise above this expendable NPC meme that they have become. (Humans are so much more than their stupid political opinions.) My wish is for normies to say something honest like, ‘That’s a good point, I never thought about it that way before.’ Charitable, the way I used to be before the election was stolen from Trump and I started calling everyone a bitch.

The Intelligentsia

There are two types of Intelligentsia in our modern media-saturated age: Legacy and Millennial.

Legacy Intelligentsia (LI) include such honorable and trusted names like CNN, The NY Times, NPR, Democracy Now! and The View for some reason. Millennial Intelligentsia (MI) are only common folk who use their social media accounts to remind the other normies of the importance of wearing masks in between recipe posts.

LI have friends in high places and admittedly, a gift for exquisitely mincing words and coining the terms of today’s newspeak. The MI that are the first ones to use the said terms in their facebook posts are on the “cutting edge.” This tactic also normalizes the narrative. After all, if “normal people” agree with the government on all things controversial, then the government must be inerrant.

Both normie audiences believe the various lies of The Intelligentsia because they are “official,” and normies cannot believe that any “official” publication would have any reason to lie (this trait is common for all normies).

LI have deceived themselves for the sake of their—you guessed it! —ideology, and the MI have been so indoctrinated from their university upbringing while drowning in news propaganda that they forgot that they were Anti-War in 2008, spending four years deranged over the most Anti-War President in recent history.

LI believes that they are reporting the truth--in the very least “their truth”—while the MI regurgitates said “their truth.” (Meanwhile no other truth is permitted.)

The LI are the monetary beneficiaries of Connections with Skin in the Game, having none themselves. This hardly matters. So long as they are granted a little bit of money to mold minds, and their publication is kept afloat by a billionaire and their special interests, selling their integrity for the sake of the admiration of ignorant masses is totally worth it.

The MI are the most pathetic losers of the elitist Agenda; they don’t even get paid! Unless you count ‘likes’ and the self-satisfaction of saving the world by reminding the other normies how many lives we have saved by wearing masks.

The Elites

The Elites know that it is impossible to control all the minds all the time. Some people will be reformed normies….reformies? (as a type of Intelligentsia, I need to think of a better term for non-normies), while others will be controlled by competing propaganda from other groups of elites. Another surreptitious way for elites to control normies is with profligate abundance.

The Normies and The Intelligentsia confuse purchasing power with legitimate power. They foolishly think they have power because they are financially empowered: confident enough to buy stuff that makes them physically comfortable, and then more stuff when that comfort gets boring. But this is not power; this is slavery. The Elites know this and exploit it. (This is what makes them Elites.)

Money asks, power tells.

Power tells us where and what to spend our money on; it dictates how we spend our time; it tells us which candidate to support and why; it tells us who to hate, and how best to hate them. The Elites deceive and exploit normies for worldly gain.

As a person content with the bare minimum, I pondered aloud, what motivates someone to deceive and exploit and control other people like pawns? It’s so much effort! And how much power does someone really need?

A disembodied voice reminded me that every ego is insatiable in its own way. It can become a bottomless pit when fully indulged, and it can swallow us up if we let it. Some people want to get swallowed up for the illusion of worldly power. They must be careful. The only OCE that promises to quench our insatiable ego with worldly power is The Evil One.

Normies and Intelligentsia are mere pawns in this hidden game of World Domination played by various warring groups of The Elites. Greedy and proud elites are distracted by The Evil One’s promises and have seemingly forgotten our collective inevitability: death. Death is not the end. Death is the beginning. And with this beginning comes true justice, true consequences for a life lived in accordance with OCEs, and not our Divine Creator.

There is always an OCE fighting for control of our lives, but we must remember that our lives only belong to Our Creator and live according to His will. 

Who are you serving?

Saturday, January 9, 2021

Reading Books Again

I was reading a book the other day and came across the word cunt.

Cunt is one of those offensive and obscene words that we are not allowed to say and not allowed to hear, but are still allowed to write and read. (For now.) This is one reason why books are awesome.

It had been a long time since I’d thought about this word because I have not been reading books lately. I don’t hear cunt on the news, or on TV (I don’t watch British TV), or on the radio, or podcasts or whatever media I was consuming for the past however many sad months since I’d last seen the word cunt on the printed page. I didn’t realize how much I’d missed reading books until I read it.

Cunt doesn’t have to be in every book either. It shouldn’t be. And it’s not in most books I read. It’s not in 98% of books I read. It’s better that way. I appreciate cunt more now than ever before. So much so that I devote an entire blog to how hard this word hits. Reading cunt is like watching a boxer get KO’d. Or breaking a freshly baked cookie. Or watching a cyst get drained (if you’re into that sort of thing). You get what I’m saying.

I generally agree with laws against lewdness and obscenity in the media. But books should always be exempt for the following reasons:


1) Books require effort to read.
Nowadays, more and more people don’t want to put forth that effort. Don’t penalize the readers who do put forth that effort by taking away a powerful and awesome word.

2) Censoring words is pointless.

A sentence does not need to use the word cunt to be explicit. Cunt is simply an artistic choice used for emphasis. It’s like an exclamation point. It would be more productive to censor ideas. (Please don't do this Big Tech.)


3) The word cunt would be buried in the text.

An impressionable young kid would never find cunt simply by flipping through the work in question. They’d be better off reading the entire book to find the dirty word, in which case the ideas would make an impression before the standalone word did.
No one reads books anymore anyway. When I spy on people using their phones on the subway they are on Facebook, YouTube, WhatsApp or Candy Crush. You won’t see cunt on those platforms.

That’s not a sad fact. Readers don’t want cunt diluted pervasively. It’s our word. Let’s leave cunt in the books, where its impact is great and its reach only available to those most dedicated.

Tuesday, April 23, 2019

facebook can be useful sometimes

Today, I regret to inform this blog's two invisible readers that my Facebook friend, a different Ryan that the one mentioned in my first post, has been diagnosed with a brain tumor. Eerily, a post I began writing yesterday was titled 'tumor.'

For as short of a time that Ryan was actually part of my day-to-day life at a job that I quit four years ago, I am extremely saddened by this news. We made a few movies together, back in those days...

Ryan is the rare type of person that doesn't drink coffee. His heart is a beacon, and from it emanates a natural light that powers his radiant smile. The rare times he would get frustrated at work he would laugh it all away. He has many types of laughs: a satisfying laugh, an approving laugh, a burst of laughter. And they were all genuine. (As an studied observer of cringe I just know when laughter is of the fake, affirmative kind.) If Ryan didn't get a joke, his eyes and chuckle would betray his suspicions. (Sometimes also the reaction I was hoping to get with my off-color, "intentionally" unfunny joke.) Ryan was the perfect audience for my conversational skill set, and he could entertain me just the same.

His girlfriend Stephanie is a princess spoiled useless. She is a theatrical novice/amateur with more tit than talent, and no work ethic beyond an insatiable urge to be the center of everyone's attention. We get along too well, and have too much in common besides all the politics--she thinks I am agnostic. Our conversations run so smoothly, and I know so much of why she thinks the way she does that I  moonlight as her washed-up uncle. Or washed-up older brother.

Somehow, they compliment each other. They both make movies together, cosplay together and aspire to rise from the dregs of the suburbs to the halls of convention centers. Ryan with the laughs and Stephanie with the looks. Stephanie wishes her parents were dead, while Ryan wishes his parents were still alive. (Both of them died from cancer within 6 years of each other, and before Ryan turned 23 years old.)

My judgements aside--for now--the love and support she has shown him, though normally too ostentatious for my taste, is completely appropriate here. Ryan needs all of the love and prayers that he can get right now. The tumor is resting over the left half of his brain. Ryan is still walking, talking, acting like his normal self, though he has completely stopped smiling. The doctors are perplexed, and have him staying in hospice indefinitely for observation.

Stephanie hasn't left his side, and overshared the hospital he is staying, his room number, and visiting hours: 24/7. Because of the medium of Facebook and the message of Stephanie I can go see my friends at a time when they need my love and prayers more than ever. Only in sharing tragically personal news is Facebook useful.

There is hope for Ryan, like there was hope for Dean before him, and for Chris S before him. He will have to lose all thirty inches of his hair to make space on his skull for the surgeons.

Thinking back on another Chris that Ryan and I worked with four years ago....a Chris that never used FaceBook.....had he been diagnosed with an illness, a brain tumor, I wouldn't know about it. And he wouldn't know about me if I'd suffered a similar fate. One would never know about a once close friend's passing had it not been for Facebook....

All social media needs a niche, and Facebook is at its best when it bears the worst.