As I’ve mentioned, I’ve lost friends over this combined Wuhan Flu / Race Riot nonsense. I’m not talking Twitter buddies either. I mean good friends, old friends, guys I’ve known for decades. I was in one of their weddings — that kind of friend. In a way, this post is for them, though of course they’ll never see it — a sort of combined farewell / fuck you. But mostly it’s for y’all, since I’m sure all of us are verging on this type of situation. I can’t say I handled it particularly well — there’s no real good way — but sometimes it’s necessary to do the hard thing. My honor is my loyalty, as I think Maya Angelou once said, and these guys betrayed it.
One started out as a conservative, but sold his soul to Globohomo in order to climb the career ladder at his totally pozzed workplace. The other one was a liberal from the get-go — we met back in my ivory tower days — but one of the few reasonably clear-eyed ones, I thought, by virtue of working in one of the right-answer fields. Both of them seemed to know the score when it counted — e.g. when their wives passed the pregnancy test, the first thing they did was call the realtor. Both now have lovely homes in neighborhoods that are whiter than mayonnaise in a blizzard.
Kung Flu sent one around the bend. Ever notice that the mid-level parasites — the ones who can afford to work from home full time, because their “jobs” are completely fucking useless — were the ones that went Full Karen first? Such was this guy. X today, the exact opposite of X tomorrow, something completely different the day after… all of them were gospel, and OMG we’re all gonna DIIIIIIIEEE!!! if we don’t lock down the country immediately. Except for the Media, of course, and the governors, and their PR flacks and lawyers and “public health” toadies (by now you can probably guess his occupation). The final straw was when he told me that Media goobers who were improperly wearing masks — or not wearing them at all — were ok taking “calculated risks” to get the word out, but that barbers etc. who opened back up because they couldn’t feed their families should be sent to jail. Ditto Neil Ferguson, the Imperial College modeler who missed the last three pandemics by a factor of 10,000 — he’s just too important to have to follow his own rules, even if he’s only breaking quarantine to adulterously bang his side-piece.
The rules only apply to the little people, defined as “anyone who has less pull with the senior partners than I do.”
The other one is a professor of a right-answer discipline at a cow college that’s 99.4% White, plus a football team. They don’t even have Chinese nationals TA-ing the chem labs while conducting industrial espionage, that’s how fucking hicksville this place is. This guy happily signed on to — indeed, I found out later, partially co-authored — their faculty declaration of solidarity with the rioters. You know why, of course — systemic racism history of oppression blah blah blah. I’m on a video call with my sister and her kids, showing them how to load a goddamn shotgun, and this idiot is going on about the troubling legacy of slavery (my kin live nowhere near Minneapolis).
There’s nothing more to be said.
Maybe I’m just bad at judging people, but I really don’t think so. The fact is, prosperity warps your brain. Living balls-deep in gated-community, 24-hour-on-demand, private-security Whitopia lets you forget, if you choose to, that that very nice, cushy civilization is always just a stone’s throw away from barbarism. Worse, those cushy circumstances rob you of what they call eustress — the beneficial kind that toughens you, like weightlifting.
My buddies didn’t catch some SJW virus. What they caught was boredom — soul deep ennui, an honest-to-god existential crisis. Their lives had nothing but petty drama — faculty infighting, corporate pole-climbing — and so they simply made up some “real” drama for themselves to star in. They cast themselves in “Racial Justice: The Movie,” playing — of course — the big juicy role of White Savior:
And the best thing is, it’s playing on all screens, 24/7, and all you have to do is Tweet about how heroic and brave you are for watching it. They know it’ll never come off the screen and into their worlds — they truly believe this, y’all, with all their hearts and souls — so why not?
I’m not even sad about this anymore. Not even angry. What I feel certainly isn’t hatred. It’s an almost clinical longing for justice, real justice. I can see the world you think you want, my former friends, even if you can’t. My sincerest wish, my most fervent prayer, is that you get to live in it.Loading Likes...