A Night at the Movies [UPDATED]

We humans are pattern-finding creatures. Even the most primitive tribes — the kind that wear coconut codpieces and eat grubs — understand, and embrace, the notion of cause and effect. The phrase “cargo cult” is brutally overused in Our Thing, but it’s worth remembering what “cargo cults” actually are:

Back in WWII, the primitive tribes of the South Pacific saw Americans arrive by ship on nearby islands. The first thing these strange seaborne pale-faces did was build an airstrip, after which planes started landing with all kinds of goodies. From this, the tribesmen concluded that building an “airstrip” would bring the planes.

Folks in Our Thing use this as a nice metaphor for the superstitions of our modern techno-savages. Those idiots up in Seattle, for instance, have no idea  how any of the stuff they’ve “liberated” actually works, so they tore up some pavement and tossed random seeds in the dirt — to them, that’s “farming.” If the idiot SJWs on the city council hadn’t kept the utilities running, they’d be resorting to cannibalism by now….

…but I digress. The point is, the original cargo cultists made a perfectly valid inference, based on the information they had. Hell, it’s even a scientific proposition (in Karl Popper’s sense) because it’s “falsifiable.” What makes it a cargo cult is the fact that repeated falsifications didn’t cause them to abandon the hypothesis. Instead, they started telling themselves stories to explain the theory’s failure. In other words, not being wrong was far more important, to the cultists, than being right.

As I say, that’s a human universal. Part of the reason “science” was so carefully circumscribed back in the days was to maintain exactly that sense of detachment. If the gunk that comes out the back end of the Bunsen burner isn’t the gunk I expected to find, then my hypothesis is false, and it’s back to the drawing board. The minute I get emotionally invested in the gunk that’s actually there, I’m no longer doing science. Which is why there’s no such thing as social or, god help us, political “science.” since these fields start with an emotional investment in the gunk that’s already there…

…but again, I digress. The point is, we can’t avoid this in ourselves. The best we can do is be aware of the tendency. And this, I add, is what folks in Our Thing are increasingly unlikely to do.

Almost all analyses of the recent, ummm, “unpleasantness,” for instance, proceed as if there’s some master plan behind it all. Whether or not you want to name Soros or, sigh, (((others))) as your devil, the very fact that you’ve nominated a devil means you’ve already fallen victim to cargo cult thinking. We all anthropomorphize “the Left” — myself most certainly included. But unless we constantly remind ourselves that “the Left” is just shorthand for a tendency, we end up like the cargo cultists telling themselves stories to explain away the planes’ failure to arrive. There is no “Left,” of course, outside of the individuals who tend to behave in a certain way.

Which is why Captain Whitepill has been riding to the rescue lately. As much as I’m playing the part, and as pessimistic as I can be in real life 95% of the time, there are some serious reasons for hope in all this.

All ideologies fracture under stress. We’re all familiar with the just-so assertion that “real Communism has never been tried.” As much as that’s usually just cargo cultism, there’s actually a case to be made there, just like there’s a case in every one of those “Lenin / Stalin / whomever wasn’t a real Communist” books that folks who still read The Nation have sitting unread on their display shelves. Lenin and especially Stalin faced the stark choice between “remaining in power” and “being true to the spirit, and quite often the letter, of Marxism.” Not surprisingly, they picked the former (which is why Trotsky got whacked, even after he was no conceivable threat — he never let Stalin forget his choice). In the weird Castle Wolfenstein world where the Germans won the war, I promise you, there are university library bookshelves groaning under volumes arguing that Hitler was never really a Nazi.

And that’s assuming ideology has much of anything to do with anything, which is a dubious proposition. You think the Cosplay Communards up in Seattle have ever actually read the “intersectional” gobbledygook they’re spouting? The idea that these goofballs can even spell “reification” is laughable. Like the New Left of which they are very pale reflections — pun most definitely intended — they’re only mouthing this stuff as their excuse to flip cars and break shit. I guarantee you, you could get them quoting Hitler himself at their rallies if you took his name off it. “Interest slavery,” anyone?

Nobody involved, White or Black, has any idea what they actually want. We’re told with a straight face, for instance, that “defund the police” doesn’t actually mean defund the police. Rather, it just means “take away all their equipment and forbid them from responding to calls.” When you’ve got the White mayor of overwhelmingly Black Oakland persecuting a Black guy for hanging exercise pulleys in a public park because some idiot thought they kinda sorta look like nooses, it’s clear that Clown World is far, far in the rearview mirror. It’s just nihilistic shit-flinging, by people who hate us almost as much as they hate themselves…

…and for every hour this goes on, the more painfully obvious that becomes.

What you’ve got, when it comes right down to it, is a whole bunch of utter narcissists who feel no need to even try to rein it in. Forget the DSM, since it’s written by a bunch of simpering SJWs. The Last Psychiatrist’s definition is the real one: the unshakable inner certainty that life is a movie, and you’re the star.

What you’re seeing in Seattle, in Minneapolis, in Atlanta, and everywhere else, is classic narcissistic injury. The one thing a narcissist can’t abide is the suggestion that he’s not the star of the Movie of Life. They don’t hate the guys on the statues they’re tearing down. They honestly have no fucking idea who any of those people were:

What they really hate is accomplishment. It’s the same psychology that motivated Milton’s Satan: non serviam. Being unable to create, he revels in destruction for its own sake. So it goes with the SJWs. Life isn’t actually a movie, and they’re not the stars, and deep down they know it. The same social pressures that force them to maintain a facade of normalcy, ironically, allow them to convince themselves that life is a movie, that Reality is bending to their will. Remove the social pressures, and the mask pops off… and, as any psychologist will tell you, the one and only reaction to narcissistic injury is bitter, hateful, murderous rage.

It’s one hell of a wake up call. Just as Chad and Stacy Normie are, thanks to the narcissistic fools in the Media, getting to see Blacks as they really are, so they’re also getting to see SJWs, in the Media and elsewhere, as they really are. Believe me, it’s absolutely clear who owns this mess, and it isn’t Donald Trump, much less “The Right” or even “the KKK” (all twelve of them, ten of which are undercover FBI agents). They’re doing everything in their considerable power to drag us into their movie….

…. and it’s a slasher film. And now everyone knows it.

UPDATE: The rumor going around social media is that Trump’s rather poor rally attendance tonight was due to “Zoomers” (whatever those are) “sabotaging” it by reserving tickets, then not showing up. Which actually would’ve been a pretty slick bit of dirty pool, IF they could’ve resisted bragging about it… but they can’t, because they’re narcissists.

Even worse would be if they didn’t do this, but claimed they did. Either way, though, the proper low blow would’ve been to artificially depress Trump’s rally numbers, point it out, and then walk away. “Ha ha ha, the Twitterer-in-Chief can’t even fill a stadium in Podunkville!! What a loser!!!!” That could’ve done some real damage. But now, Trump can easily flip the tables on them — “We had a sellout crowd, had to turn people away, and look, they have to resort to cheap tricks and childish tantrums.” It doesn’t matter now what the actual attendance numbers are — Trump could claim it would’ve been the best-attended political event since the fall of the Berlin Wall, and who can gainsay him?

See, they had to make it all about them. Another massive own goal, because they can’t resist feeding their narcissism. See what I mean about this whole thing trending towards being one of the all-time fuckups?

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11 thoughts on “A Night at the Movies [UPDATED]

  1. Pickle Rick

    I remember my drill instructor in the spring of 2001 at Parris Island, a veteran of the first Iraq war, tell us, in his inimitable style-

    “War ain’t like the fuckin’ movies, motherfuckers. This ain’t Full Metal Jacket. This shit is real. You fuck up, you get your buddy killed. Sorry gets someone else shipped home in a flag draped box, and you live the rest of your life knowing it’s your fault…”

    Something tells me I’m gonna have to prove to someone who has no idea how real I can be, soon. They are going to star in a horror movie, and there’s wolves out here who can howl and drink blood. And I’m getting really tired of keeping that wolf in me chained up.

    1. Severian Post author

      There it is. Which is why these keyboard commandos, whatever their politics, make me sick. I’ve never been in combat, but you know what? I’ve read a history book, and if you’ve got the imagination God gave a concussed goldfish, you realize that war is horrible.

      It’s disgusting. All these keyboard commandos and trust-fund Trotskys, out there playing dress-up as revolutionaries. It’s really not going to end well.

  2. Pickle Rick

    I’m glad you understood where I was going with that. I don’t want this. I haven’t even been in so much as an argument with a stranger since I came home and put the uniform in a box, much less any violence. I had enough for a lifetime. But I remember how to do things. And you know quite well that I’m not bragging about what a badass I am, nor Fedposting about how it’s time to man the barricades, rifle in hand.

    This shit is going to look like Missouri circa 1864. There’s going to be Quantrells and Bill Andersons and Jayhawkers and Redlegs.

    https://www.amazon.com/Inside-War-Guerrilla-Conflict-Missouri/dp/0195064712

  3. Frip

    Severian: “The one thing a narcissist can’t abide is the suggestion that he’s not the star of the Movie of Life…Life isn’t actually a movie, and they’re not the stars, and deep down they know it. The same social pressures that force them to maintain a facade of normalcy, ironically, allow them to convince themselves that life is a movie, that Reality is bending to their will. Remove the social pressures, and the mask pops off…and, as any psychologist will tell you, the one and only reaction to narcissistic injury is bitter, hateful, murderous rage.”

    So well said, as it applies to both SJWs and clinical narcissists of any persuasion.

    When their rage has no outlet, or when people get bored with them, they turn to rageful display, as you say.

    Or to drugs. I don’t care if they abuse drugs. Anything to mellow them out, or to stop their hearts. But now they’re seeing that their violent rage is being allowed to work. That’s it’s being rewarded. That’s a problem.

  4. Frip

    I’m sincerely sorry you’ve lost friends over this Sev. Stated another way, Severed friendships. Not over the current turmoil, really, but over Our Cause. You’re a dude of honor. I think you’ve lost friends for real. The saving thought, is that I’m sure you put them in their place, quite eloquently, as you did it. They’ll think on it for years. It’ll sink in eventually. Around 2023, they’ll be calling you to apologize and mend. (And ask to borrow one of your guns).

    1. Severian Post author

      Alas, no. I told them to go fuck themselves, and that’s pretty much it (to be fair, to one of them after he said it to me first).

      But it wouldn’t have mattered anyway. You can’t reason someone out of a position they were never reasoned into. Experience keeps a dear school, as I think Nipsey Hussle once said, but fools will learn at no other, and scarce in that. They’re just going to have to find out for themselves… and I hope they DO find out, quite soon.

      At this point, I regard anyone to the Left of… well, of myself as cult members. I’m not going to totally shun you if you convert to some weird religion, but we’re not going to be very close anymore, and our distance will increase with the weirdness of your beliefs. With my buddy who was always a Liberal, for instance, we could simply avoid certain topics. He wouldn’t point out the absurdities in, say, the doctrine of the Real Presence, just as I wouldn’t point out all the manifest absurdities of Socialism. This arrangement worked pretty well…

      …until it didn’t. Lifetime Liberals are a special case, of course, in that all their “beliefs” are reducible to Daddy Issues, but whatever, point is — and I really did know better, this is my own fault — you can’t be a “Liberal ____.” You’re a Liberal, full stop, and a ____ only contingently, until Liberalism requires you to not be a ____. Which it will, because Marx is a jealous god, who will have none before him.

  5. Pickle Rick

    And on the subject of Trump rallies. It really is the CivNat Ghost Dance. And even other natives thought that was some stupid ass primitive shit.
    We don’t need Wovoka, we need Handsome Lake. His way forward didn’t involve magically returning to an idealized past, but adaptation to fashion a new present and future, as Haudenosenee. Guess which movement failed?

    1. Severian Post author

      Holding a rally was, in itself, a pretty sharp move.* The Media, predictable as sunrise, started shrieking about COVID… while the Floyd idiocy is ongoing. Even the usual suspects are squirming trying to figure out how to pretend that the virus knows who to infect based on political ideology — you’re in no danger if you go to a “protest,” but you’re a super-spreader at a Trump rally. The usual explanation — “shut up, racist” — is losing a LOT of its force. Like I say, a sharp move on its own.

      The problem, as you note, is the content. Unless he really gave ’em hell — as in, 90 minutes of nothing but excoriating the Dems for race-baiting and terrorist-coddling — there’s really no “there” there. Yeah yeah jobs, yeah yeah China, meanwhile feral Negroes are still running wild in the streets. I see no indications that he did this (I’d rather have a tooth pulled than watch any politician’s rally, with the possible exception of Viktor Orban (and alas, I don’t speak Hungarian)).

      He should’ve staged a memorial service for that Black cop killed in St. Louis. That’s a twofer– get the Media explaining that only Trump rallies spread COVID, and why it’s only bad to politicize a funeral when Trump does it (as opposed to the, what, FOUR that St. George got?).

      *The location is immaterial. The Media is trying to make a big deal out of it, of course – some anti-Black thing that happened 100 years ago — but they’d do that no matter what, and Trump knows it. Pick a city where absolutely nothing happened, ever, and he’d be accused of dodging the issue of race. Personally, I think he should’ve held a rally in Charleston, directly under a huge portrait of John C. Calhoun… but hey, what do I know).

  6. Southern Belle

    And on a bright note, we have been busy in my corner of the world. We had a protest yesterday at the Calhoun statue. Sane white folks standing up for themselves…finally! Messages to legislators (not that it will do any good) but nothing to lose speaking your mind. I found this tidbit to use on any liberal friends, another example of irony: In 1957 A Senate committee chaired by John F. Kennedy named five of he greatest Senators in American history and guess whose name is on it? That’s right! John C. Calhoun! Check and mate!

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