So this week, while commenting on Mad Genius Club, I realized something odd about this ideological fight we’re engaged in: It’s largely one sided. I mean, we have lately bestirred ourselves to respond, but only because we realized utter silence and ignoring them has lost us a lot of ground.
However, even now we engage half heartedly.
If I wanted to, I could spend the entire week, every day, pounding on the idiocies emanating from the left side of the isle. The Genius of the Guardian, for instance, is still whining about how Larry tried to rig the Hugos. He’s also saying there’s no proof that the SJWs ever rigged anything. (Rolls eyes.) The irrationality in that tweet and the repetition of comfort-blanket aphorisms that have been disproven could fill entire notebooks.
But I am only mentioning it, because someone mentioned it to me. In the same way, I heard that some people got all bent out of shape by my post indicating that mollycoddling women and demanding more of men is not good for women, nor men, nor society.
That’s fine. I didn’t bother going to their page, because what are they going to say? They’re going to call me mysoginist or perhaps even racist and definitely evil. But I’ve heard it all a million times before, and it wouldn’t be engaging what I said, or even who I am, but an imaginary enemy, someone that the media assures them everyone who disagrees with them is: fanatical religious, ill-educated, fearing the change in the course of “progress” which is what they call anything they want to happen.
I know Larry Correia engages them on Twitter – sometimes – and other people on our side spend considerable time disproving their greater insanity. Now and then we all write about them, but then we forget and write about other things.
However, they write about us all.the.time. More importantly, they read us ALL the time. Every comment.
My first thought about this was – and this is paraphrased, because I can’t find the precise book and quote – PJ O’Rourke’s view on Arabs vs. the US. After being told, in the same breath, that someone hated the US and was waiting for a student visa, he said something like: they hate us and they love us. We are a ravishing 20 year old girl and they’re a pimply 13 year old boy. They want to punish us and they want to have us. Every minute of their waking lives is filled with thoughts of us, and they can’t stand that we rarely give them any thought at all.
The loves part might seem odd, but the more I turned this idea in my head, the more it made sense, in the same way the Arabs “love” the US. They want to live here and make us like them. It’s the love of an abusive spouse who wants to control you.
In the same way, we know how the left acts about minority and women who don’t toe the line. They “love” us in the abstract and can’t imagine why we will not let them “love” us for our own good. (Gee, no wonder these people inflate rape statistics in colleges. This is their idea of love and support.)
Further, like a 20 year old woman has ideas an concerns beyond the realm of a 13 year old boy, we have ideas and concerns beyond them. Once we’d exploded the Marxist lies, a whole world was open to us that those clinging to the safe “narrative” they were taught and afraid of their peers derision can’t imagine.
Further, just like most Arab societies are prisoners of the dictates of Islam that retard scientific (and other) development, these people are prisoners of dictates, such as the hierarchy of victims, which neither allow them to think nor to create freely. And they can’t imagine why or how we do what we do? Can’t we understand this makes us “apostates” from polite society? How can we NOT care?
We fascinate them. More importantly, we disquiet them. Allow themselves to think about our experiences, thoughts and education that brought us into opposition with them, and their way might start to seem less than inevitable, less than revealed truth, and just a set of not particularly coherent syllogisms they were taught. Allow themselves to think about it, and they might come to believe as we do, and then they’ll be apostates and isolated by all “good” people.
So they peruse every post and every comment and loudly denounce it in their sites, not because the post and comments matter that much (why would they matter if they were so sure of their ideas?) but because this ritual denunciation, which always centers on a disproportionate shunning of everything we are, allows them to calm their fears and to stop thinking. They pronounce the magical incantation: “Racis” “Sexis” “Nazi” “evil” and suddenly they’re on the side of the good people again, and averted the fear that they might unknowingly trip over the invisible line and become one of us.
This is why they intone ritual condemnations from their “voices” in the media and blogsphere, even when they make no rational sense: “binders full of women” “tried to buy the Hugos” etc, etc, etc.
But they have to come back and keep denouncing us, because we’re not kowtowing, which they’ve been told will automatically happen when people are exposed to their “inevitable” truths. We insist on committing bad-thought, and force the poor darlings to keep denouncing us, just to keep themselves sane.
And that – ladies and gentlemen – is the amount of thought I’m willing to give them for the month. Because the truth is I have a life beyond their concerns. I have friends, family, work, and I can go weeks at a time without thinking of their desperate need to be noticed.
We don’t have to surround our opponents in incantations to keep the bad-think away. I couldn’t care less what they think and believe, and if they left us alone and didn’t try to interfere with our ability to earn a living; or to slander us personally, I could probably go entire years without mentioning them. (As is I don’t read their blogs or twitter feeds, and largely delete their spam unread.) If they didn’t make scientists cry, we’d never give them a second thought.
Which of course is why they must keep throwing their tantrums, in a vain effort to get us to submit to their “claims” on us.
Because tantrums and obsession are ever so much more fun than metaphorically speaking buying Clearasil, having good grades in school, and eventually becoming a young man some woman might be interested in.
Which is why in the end we win, they lose. Because we have lives, skills and goals beyond “look at me, look at me.”
Be not afraid.