The more you study the collective global panic as a panic — that is, as the violent discharge of years of accumulated anxiety — the more it makes sense. Individuals can only avoid reality for so long.
Some of us have been saying “it can’t go on like this” since the late 1970s. More people got on board in the 1980s, even more in the 1990s, but by then it was already far too late. Entitlement “reform” is impossible. You can barely even slow down the leviathan state’s growth, much less stop or reverse it. But hey, that’s just math, and nobody likes math. Just keep printing money, selling bonds, putting everything on the plastic. Gibs, gibs, gibsmedat. It’ll be fine!!
And then the 2000s happened, as my students would’ve written back in my professin’ days. Math is hard, therefore easy to ignore, but anyone can see that identity politics is a suicide pact. And yet, they persisted. Even people who spent the Clinton years with their heads in the sand regarding the financial system were forced to wonder just what the hell the professorettes and the Human Resources harpies were shrieking about. No organism in the history of carbon-based life has ever had it better than the average Millennial American woman, but to hear them tell it, they’re practically being dragged into Genghis Khan’s harem by their spiky, cropped, rainbow-dyed hair. It’s gibbering lunacy….
… but saying it’s gibbering lunacy out loud will get you fired. Fast forward a few years, and failing to sing the required hosannas on cue will get you fired. And the hymn book is getting fatter and fatter by the day. “I am woman, hear me roar!” You look like a 6’2″ linebacker with a broken razor to me, ma’am, but if that’s how you identify, then by all means, whip out your wang in front of my first graders. Heck, take them camping with the rest of the
Boy Persyn Scouts! Half my department has already been replaced by slave labor on H1-Bs; the break room smells like dirty diapers and unwashed feet, and it’s even worse when they start cooking lunch. I can’t afford to lose my job. Obamacare will cover the kids’ lifetime of therapy bills.
Fast forward to the Kung Flu. Don’t listen to what the idiots say; listen to what they don’t say, what they can’t say. Very few people are saying “Trump should’ve done X, Y, and Z,” where X, Y, and Z are real things that could possibly happen on this actual planet of Earth. Those things go against the catechism, you see. Witness all the Media goofs who were throwing the term “Chinese coronavirus” around with wild abandon back in January. Back then, they were sure that Trump would be impeached — yes, they really believed that, with all their hearts and souls — so “Chinese coronavirus” was just a news item, something to generate a few clicks from the hypochondriacs. They never thought it would become a real issue, because hey, even if it was a lethal pandemic, a Democrat would be President, and so all would be well. (See also: the constant “everything’s hunky dory!!” coverage of Obama’s various epidemics, including the millions of actual infections, and tens of thousands of actual deaths, from Swine Flu).
The fact that these clowns are now screaming about the awful xenophobic racism of calling it “Chinese coronavirus” doesn’t bother them, the Media clowns, in the slightest. They’re NPCs; they’re immune to cognitive dissonance. But out in the real world, people peddling that nonsense are getting ruthlessly mocked on social media. Indeed, from the social media accounts I can see, which belong to my impeccably normie relatives and their impeccably normie friends, for every Karen freaking out and sanctimoniously hyperventilating, there are two people laughing at her.
There’s a simple psychological explanation for that: Normies have been resigned to the idea that our so-called government is just a collection of dimwitted larcenous fuckups for a long, long time. See above. Most normies, both “Left” and “Right,” have been voting for fundamental, sweeping change for decades…. and we never get it.
The last American election that turned on actual issues was 1980. Ronald Reagan ran an actual campaign, not just a series of “I’m not Jimmy Carter” commercials. Though that undoubtedly would’ve done the trick, Reagan was a serious man with real ideas about how to approach the issues of his day. Campaigns since then have fundamentally been about optics. Bush the Elder ran as Reagan-Lite; his opponent ran as I’m-not-Reagan. Clinton promised to be a chicken-fried Bush the Elder, which was the one promise he kept in his life. Dole ran as not-Clinton, Bush the Younger ran as Clinton-with-a-Bible (Gore, of course, ran as Clinton-lite), Kerry ran as not-Bush, Obama ran as not-Bush-plus-black, the less said about McCain and Romney the better, but you get the point. Your “choices,” Left or Right, were between “this, but more so” and “this, but less so,” with the poles switching with the letter of the empty suit in the White House.
By 2016, the normies had all resigned themselves to their fate. Nobody was more surprised by Trump’s victory than Trump’s supporters. “Voting” for Trump wasn’t voting; it was raising a middle finger to the System as a whole. Not to toot my own horn too much, but I called this early on (no, seriously – check the archives!!). Political jock-sniffers like Ace of Spades kept bitching that Trump didn’t have any actual positions, and whatever actual positions he made a brief nod to today would be replaced by something completely different tomorrow. As I pointed out back then, probably ad nauseam, this wasn’t a bug to Trump’s supporters, but a feature. They didn’t care about policy; they cared about telling the entrenched Elite to go fuck themselves. That it actually worked, or seemed to, was as much of a shock to them as to the Elite…
…which, of course, sent the Elite completely around the bend, and here we are. But that’s the thing: The only people who freaked out about Trump are the ones who think voting actually matters, that the American government can and will actually do stuff for the benefit of anyone who isn’t an Acela corridor leech. Even the majority of Trump’s supporters have cottoned to the fact that he’s mostly hat and very few cattle. Better him than Hillary, oh Christ yes, but if Hillary’s the bar for gubernatorial competence then please, bring on the Plague. The real one. Once again, we suckers voted for change; and once again we got “basically this, but less so.”
Which is why the commonest response to the Kung Flu out in Normie-land is bitter mockery. The normies mock the idiots who bought crates of toilet paper, and they mock the Karens who are running around like chickens with their heads cut off, screaming that we’re all gonna die. Maybe so… maybe so, and we’ll die with unwiped asses if so. But Karen, are you really screaming for the government to do something? Donald Trump‘s government, the one you were so sure was going to chain you to the oven and force you to have White babies? The next Karen I hear proclaiming that Hillary Clinton would’ve handled it so much better will be the first one, because not even Karen is that loopy and estrogen-addled.
But Obama, now… that’s a different story. According to Karen, Obama was competence itself. Obama would’ve handled it just fine….
I know, I know, but again, this column is about the psychology of dizzy bints. Normies are reacting to the Kung Flu with bitter mockery and weary resignation, because — see above — we don’t have years of accumulated anxiety about the state of the nation. We all made our peace with the fact that America’s irreparably fucked some years ago. We’re stressed, yeah, but it’s normal stress now, just a part of our lives. Even if we believe that the Kung Flu is the end of the world as we know it (and I for one believe this, though not because OMG we’re all gonna die!), our prevailing emotion is, again, weary resignation. In a way, it’s kinda liberating. Ever been the passenger in a car crash? There’s an eerie calm, almost an elation that comes just before the crunch. Yeah, it’s coming, and it’s gonna hurt… but there’s absolutely nothing I can do about it.
Karen, on the other hand, has all kinds of anxiety built up, because she hasn’t come to that realization yet. In fact, she’s trying mightily, with all her considerable psychic strength, to avoid an obvious, horrifying conclusion: She’s responsible for all this. It wasn’t the American people who threw open the borders; it was Karen. She wanted cheap Chinese shit and “affordable” daycare, and she got it. It wasn’t the American people who imposed ever-tighter controls on what we can do, say, and think; it was Karen. She wanted a police state to make sure no one’s feelings ever got hurt, and so now we have to waste umpteen hours of the President’s valuable time upbraiding him for saying “Chinese coronavirus.” It wasn’t the normies who insisted that Trump waste his time defending himself in kangaroo court while the epidemic proceeded unchecked; it was Karen, because Orange Man said mean things on Twitter.
She’s the one who has been pushing all of this on us for years — more control, more surveillance, mandatory niceness, security at all costs. She really thought the government could protect us from boo-boos, God help us all, she did. And now she’s putting all her heart and soul into keeping that from entering her conscious mind. It’s a helluva trick, but the unconscious is a powerful thing. If it can give a tough, manly soldier hysterical blindness, it can surely give Karen an excuse to panic-buy toilet paper and shriek on social media about it.
Whatever the virus does or doesn’t do, the Great Freakout ends when Karen finally discharges all that pent-up psychic stress. I give it another week or two, tops — after all, she’ll have been stuck inside the house with her kids all that time.Loading Likes...