Guilty of being white
Y’all will remember the “White Culture” image I posted yesterday, I’m sure. Well, the pic was hijacked from a Bad Cattitude post which I only just finished reading today, which I think very much merits an excerpt.
how we got to here
how moral relativism destroyed sanity and how objectivity can bring it backhow did we break politics and academia and society to the point where the madmen are running the asylum and the joker has become police commissioner of gotham?
how have we descended to the point where mayors of major cities are suing car companies because “cars that dress like that are asking for it!”
we legalize crime, criminalize dissent, and elevate literal lunatics as luminaries and leaders.
everything sane and sound is under assault and the biggest problem these “intellectuals” see is that it is not being attacked hard enough.
the thing about crazy people is they tend to be so convinced of whatever they are afflicted by that they present as somehow trustworthy. they do not evince the cues of mendacity because they don’t feel like liars, they don’t know they are crazy or that they have succumbed to externalized identity. pile up enough of it and it starts to work like gaslighting. it starts to make you question your own sanity and makes it seem like maybe you’re the crazy one.
you aren’t.
it’s not wrong to want beauty and sanity and trust.
it’s wrong to despise them.
calling the ugly beautiful and the beautiful ugly is not progressive, it’s pathology. it’s the broken sputtering of a machine bent past use, the desperate grasping of desperate people devoid of virtue but endlessly covetous of its trappings and determined to burn the world if it means they get to have a little authority and power.
these are the failures elevated by mistaking protestations of marginalization and grievance for quality of character.
you can have objective morality and beauty or you can have abject failure and hideousness.
there’s really no middle way, no accommodation, no safe dosage.
No, there most certainly is not. In keeping with my “liberal/Leftism is a cancer on the body politic” theorem, it simply doesn’t pay to pussyfoot around with the shitlib sickness—you either eradicate it or succumb to it, there is no Third Way.
At risk of sounding like a broken record this evening, I can but say yet again: read the whole thing.