Provided we survive it, the Trump phenomenon has the potential to finally kill one of the worst mental pathogens of our age: being Smart.
First, check this. I know, I know, it’s Rod Dreher quoting Ross Douthat, which is nearly enough to form a supermassive black hole of Cuck. But stopped clocks and all that.
And here is why it’s tribalism: [the Globalists] see anyone outside the tribe as barbarian. The fact that they see themselves as sophisticated and advanced instead of mere partisans of a different tribe, with their own prejudices and limitations, is what makes them so hard to take. Technocratic liberalism is their religion, and its god is a jealous god.
I further know the fact Cucky McCuckerson wrote this piece should also create a supermassive black hole of self-unawareness. But evidently time itself does survive past the event horizon, because this stopped clock is still right.
The reason the Globalists don’t see themselves as a tribe, of course, is the same reason Liberals insist that facts have a liberal bias — they’re Smarter Than You. That’s it. Being Smart, they have access to a level of cognition that’s simply beyond us. Facts don’t matter when you’re Smart. Put a blue-haired bicurious vegan slam poet in a debate about astrophysics with Einstein, and within a minute she’ll be telling him his so-called “facts” don’t count, because math is racist.
Trump’s platform thumps all this. Not because Trump is Dumb — though, of course, he is; he’s Not Our Class, Dear — but because in attacking Trump, the Smart people have finally made it obvious what Smart means.
Smart people have no nation, no culture. In fact, they have no identity whatsoever, other than being Smart. And being Smart consists of….?
Since we’re rending holes in the fabric of space-time already, let me recommend a book by the cuckiest cuck of them all, David “Pants Crease” Brooks. Bobos in Paradise perfectly describes what it’s like being Smart. Or, at least, what it was like in 2001, when the stock market was up and social mobility was still upward. It’s all fashion — limousine liberalism as a substitute for old-school conspicuous consumption. If it’s vulgar to flaunt one’s wealth on bling and Bentleys like a rapper, it’s nonetheless perfectly acceptable to flaunt it by serving only locally-sourced, shade-grown, free-trade tofu at your daughter’s pre-preschool (did you know there’s a 6-year waiting list? And a top quintile score on the Stanford-Binet is the minimum qualification?).
The problem with this is: There’s no there there. It’s nice to pretend one is a transnational cosmopolitan sophisticate when one can afford to shift with the wind. In 2001, for instance, when the Bobos were still in paradise, Cloud Person opinion on gay “marriage” was largely what it was in 1999 — a horrible patriarchal imposition by the breeders. How dare they force monogamy down gays’ throats? But by 2004 it was a fundamental human right, and by 2015, of course, it was enshrined in the Constitution.
So with any and all Smart fashions. So long as one has the money, one can still play make-believe. So long as the stock market is up, then, one can aspire to make enough money to pretend, and you can fake it til you make it — parrot all the fashionable make-believe, and people will think you’re rich enough to be Smart.
Dumb guys, by contrast, have real identities. They know what they like, and they know why they like it. It might not rise above the level of “I like NASCAR because of the crashes,” but hey, it’s something. A redneck knows who he is, in the way a faux hipster sophisticate simply can’t.
But both can feel which way the wind is blowing. In this economy, you will be proletarianized. The question is, how do you make your peace with it? Personally, I’d much rather be a redneck than whatever you call a barista who’s forever chasing the Bobo life on $8.75 an hour. And that’s really what the choice between the candidates boils down to. Vote Hillary, and you’re voting to let people like Hillary maintain her lifestyle at your expense. She can shift with whatever wind, because she can always sell a few more national security secrets to the Chinese if she’s low on ready cash. Vote Trump, and maybe you tell the world you’re a redneck… but at least you don’t have to pretend anymore. When you don’t have two nickels to rub together, being forced to play make-believe by some shrieking harpy who obviously considers you a dupe and a rube is the final indignity.
If being Smart is letting Hillary et al force me to work my fingers to the bone buying her a fourth yacht, then fucking forget it. Sign me up for the NASCAR channel. I don’t think I’m alone in that.