First read part 1. Then, apply the 2nd Law of SJW:
SJWs always project.
The reason SJWs are so hung up on “capitalism” is, as we’ve seen, they regard it as something very like an addiction. Specifically, like sex addiction — we “capitalists” are compelled to accumulate new, different, better, more-for-more’s-sake, though the acquisition is harmful to both ourselves and society. Ever known a Leftist with a collection? Coins, stamps, baseball cards, anything? It’s 100 to 1 that you don’t, because Leftists aren’t wired like that.
Leftists put their entire lives on display at all times. They might have some knickknacks or mementoes (though it’s shocking how few of them have even that), but they’re all for show — if a Leftist ever had a baseball card, it would be framed and displayed in the center xzhyr apartment’s living room, and would have something to do with the player’s politics (the only openly gay player on the Yankees or something*). The collector’s joys are unknown to them, because the collector collects for personal reasons. Collectors often can’t wait to show you their collections, of course, and they can be godawful tedious about it, but — pace the Left — they aren’t showing you to brag about it; they’re showing you because you’re their friend, and they assume you’re interested in what interests them.
(I don’t insure my own baseball card collection, because although I’d be devastated if I lost it in a fire, its book-value is pretty much nothing. A truly fetishized commodity, a Marxist would say, because, like the Wagner card not “really” being worth the paper it’s printed on, so my collection isn’t worth the cumulative insurance premium. It’s the work of a lifetime, but it’s “worthless;” thieves wouldn’t bother to steal it if they knew what they were looking at).
SJWs always project, right? They know better than anyone that money can’t buy you happiness, because SJW-ism is strictly an upper-middle-class pursuit. They have all the stuff in the world, and they’re miserable. Look at the ivory tower. I hate to keep beating this dead horse, but it’s really the best example I can think of. Those people are “the 1%” by any measure that makes sense. They have everything. They work 24/7 — that’s “24 hours a week, 7 months a year” — and get comped, on average, nearly $100K for it. You can always tell which one is the faculty parking lot — no make cheaper than Volvo; no model year earlier than 2017. The houses in the faculty ghetto tend to be physically small, it’s true, but that’s because they’re all restored Victorians — go ahead and cost out what it takes to fully restore one of those puppies, and contemplate a lifetime of pauperism.
Commodity fetishism? In spades, kameraden, and we haven’t even gotten to the “lifestyle” stuff yet. Organic food — tiny little bananas from Trader Joe’s that wouldn’t feed a pygmy marmoset, but cost $4 per pound. Hot yoga lessons — $100 per hour. Eat-pray-loving your way across Indonesia — I can’t even begin to calculate it. SJWs live niiiice; way too nice for us deplorables to afford, filthy “capitalists” that we are.
And since SJWs always project, let’s talk about their addiction. Let me reiterate item III from the first part:
Brandon knows he can get any kind of sex any time he wants, so it always fails. Not sometimes. Always. Watch the movie. But he keeps trying, in the same ways, over and over. He also tries to simulate the perfect sexual experience, copy what looks like [it] works. He walks by a couple having sex in a hotel window, so he then rents a room in that same hotel and has sex with a prostitute in the window in the exact same manner. Does it take? Of course not– it was too easy. When you sign a contract with narcissism there’s a clause you should pay attention to: if it’s easy, it doesn’t count.
To really live like an SJW is sphincter-stretchingly expensive. To act like an SJW, though, is literally the easiest thing in the world, since all you have to do is talk. And talk and talk and talk and talk and talk. Just like the sex addict’s “explanation” for their pathology, q.v. part V:
The novelty is in fact trivial: yes, different partners, but the same kinds of sex, with the same kinds of people, in the same places, in the same ways, bolstered by the same kinds of porn. Repetition compulsion masquerading as novelty seeking. “You don’t understand,” says the analogous alcoholic, “I’m always looking for new drinks.”
There’s always something “new” for the #Woke to be outraged about, but it’s the same outrage, expressed the same way, every time (the “porn” in this case being “whatever Orange Man is up to today,” and it’s going to be dry times ahead for our virtue junkies). Just as it never occurs to Brandon to wonder just how “having sex with a prostitute in front of a hotel window” would finally be the thing that really gets him off, so no SJW could look at this and wonder if it isn’t head-slappingly stupid, not to mention “racist as fuck,” as those types like to say. Nope, they’ll just roll with it — “multiracial Whiteness,” sure, why not.
They live, in short, exactly as Brandon does in part IV:
If you are a product of your behavior, start wearing a watch again to discover who you actually are. If the sex addict gets a watch, hell, gets a calendar, what he will discover is that he has practiced no other skill more diligently than pursuing empty sex that he knows is unsatisfying to him. That’s what he’s spent the most time on, that’s what he knows how to do the best. Better than driving, better than speaking, better than Xbox– he has that mindset down to a reflex. So why would you expect he’d use any other technique for any other life problems that come up?
So: Can SJWs be fixed? Can virtue junkies break their addiction?
TLP says that narcissists don’t feel guilt, only shame. In Shame, the movie, the only thing that helps Brandon get his life together — if, in fact, he does — is by translating his shame (at his sex addict behavior) into guilt (for his sister’s suicide attempt).
The only thing I’ve ever found that works, in the absence of a God who can forgive you, is to understand your guilt [for not “preventing” a loved one’s suicide] as not coming from the failing but generated by you as self-punishment, so that you can go on with the rest of your life. Have you suffered enough today? Then go have a Reuben, they’re tasty. You’ve earned it.
The guilt always stays with you. Always. It never goes away. Never. I’m of course not saying you deserve it, but I know it is your inevitable tormentor. So either you reach some kind of stalemate with it or it beats you down. That stalemate is sublimation.
In Brandon’s case it is that guilt which motivates him to try and change his life, so when he sees the married woman from Act I again on the subway he doesn’t get up to flirt with her. He lets her go, he has decided to be the kind of person who sublimates his sex drive to devote more attention to his whacky sister. To being a better person.
It’s not looking good for our virtue junkies, comrades. Why should they change? Because they’re unhappy? How would they know?
I’m seriously asking. SJWs have lived their entire lives that way. It’s like asking someone with an identical twin “What is it like to be a twin?” How would they know? They’ve never been anything else!!
A running theme of The Last Psychiatrist’s work is that in order to meaningfully change, you have to change your behavior… and the only way to do that is to become a different person. Brandon can stop having sex for a time, but he’ll always go back to it, because he’s still that kind of person. Making rules for himself won’t cut it:
The solution to your problem… is not to refrain— you can’t resist your desires forever. You must practice a new skill, you must become the kind of person who wouldn’t turn to porn when they are: lonely; horny; boredy. If you practice a new skill enough times, it will become second first nature, and you will be a different person. Please note that it is that last part, not the giving up of porn, that makes the change difficult. Giving up porn is easy squeezy. Becoming the kind of person who doesn’t need to use porn on Thursdays at 11:30p because that’s when you have a few hours free is hard.
You’ve really got to want it, and to do that, you need to suffer… and not just suffer, but suffer in a way that makes you compelled to go through more suffering — the serious suffering that comes from a long, hard, honest look inside.
If they were unwilling to do that when they were under Orange Man’s heel, why on earth would they do it now, when they’re winning?
Instead they will do what the sex addict does, what they think “capitalists” do — new, better, different, more, more-for-more’s-sake.
*Note that I am manfully resisting the urge to make a petty remark about “gay” and “Yankees” naturally going together, even though all good people hate the Yankees.