You know what? I’m sick and tired of whining brats.
And if you’re looking at me, just now and wondering what I’m talking about since the sons are 26 and 22, you haven’t been reading newspapers, or even doing an unprotected turn of Facebook, beyond the confines of the friends you trust not to be completely insane. Because it’s a crying, whining, feet kicking fest out there.
The proximate cause of their insanity is obvious: their chosen candidate didn’t win. Not that they knew much about the candidate, mind you. But they were told that she was wonderful and would bring ice cream, and give them everything they wanted. So, like all children who have been denied candy, they’re metaphorically speaking on the floor, kicking arms and feet and holding their breath.
How is this different from what we did when Obama won? Oh, it’s markedly different. The thought process and attitude is different. We knew what was in Obama’s head — the crazy Gramscian cant taught in all the best schools — the strange idea that by bringing down America the world would prosper. And we’ve been proven more than right to be afraid of what he would do, if you look at the dog’s breakfast he’s made of international politics, of the economy and of culture in general. We were afraid of what he’d do, and we prepared in our way to take the impact. Many of us retrenched and retrenched and retrenched again, in our financial and professional lives and therefore suffered less than could be expected if we hadn’t. Others for the first time in their lives took to the streets, in what the tea party used to be: a movement of the taxed-enough-already.
Note that there was no property destruction, no shooting of representatives, no long-sustained, breath-held screaming from all quarters, and certainly no sanctimonious signs in front of our houses saying we’d joined the “resistance.” We had, honestly, but we’d done so long ago, most of us before Clinton even. We’d seen through the veneer of compassion of the left to the chasm of crazy beneath, and we’d realized what they aimed at was nothing less than the destruction of western civilization.
It’s not what they think they’re doing. Like deluded missionaries for a doomsday cult, they think they’re fighting for paradise. Of which more later, and which is why you should pity them. But it is what they’re doing: biting the hand that feeds them, pulling up the planks from under their own feet, generally making it impossible for the prosperity they were born to to exist. And in the process taking us down too. So we’ve been resisting. For a long time we resisted inside our own heads, then we resisted in our friends’ group, in our tiny blogs, in our news reading and oh, very much in our voting.
What we didn’t do is put up big signs in our yards and throwing noisy fits. Why not? Because we’re not spoiled children. If we screamed, cried and held our breath, we’d just get pulled along by our arms.
The entire society is a machine for patting the back of “progressives” and tell them how great they are.
It was organized that way by those in power: progressives.
It’s not what they MEANT to do. Or at least not what their ancestors meant to do. Back in the early twentieth century, when “scientific” everything was shiny and chrome, they were “scientific” governance. All that bs about semantics, and psychology as a hard science you find in early Heinlein books? Yep, that was loose in society at large. We were going to deconstruct the “machines” that were humans, and from that organize society so “scientifically” it would be a paradise.
You still find that a lot in really early science fiction, together with the righteous indignation of “smart” people who knew they were right and couldn’t understand why people weren’t listening to Marx, a smart person, who was “obviously” right.
Of course, the reason they weren’t listening to him was that the little angry ink blot, stewing in his own juices in the library, had no clue what he was talking about. The injustices that outraged them were already naturally mitigating, by the time he was writing about them. He didn’t know distribution from a hole in his elbow, so his economic system would always end up delivering a million baby shoes for the left foot only, and his idea that without indoctrination people would naturally have free-love and no families was one of those ideas so stupid you have to be massively smart (and taught to ignore reality) to come up with.
So the bright men and women who embraced Marxism for all things, particularly as a cure-all to the “greed” and “hatred” that had led to world war one were destined to be disappointed. The working class they counted on to destroy the system were by and large sane people, with their heads on tight. They knew that, harsh as the industrial revolution jobs were, they were better than looking at the South end of a Northbound mule or the other “earthy” jobs available back on the farm. And they knew that things were getting better, already. And they had ambitions, which didn’t involve giving jumped up intellectuals the right to dictate their lives.
So the left turned to deconstructing the society they lived in in terms of “oppressed classes” and pointing out that we weren’t perfect. For a while, they had their pattern of perfection, the Soviet Union. Those of us who took the trouble knew how bad things were in all the communist countries (guys, seriously, healthy countries build walls to keep interlopers out (even if those can be ineffective when it’s an armed invasion) they don’t build walls to keep their citizens IN. They don’t shoot people trying to escape. There is a name for that yes. The name is “prison.”) Then it fell and revealed itself for what it had always been, a cesspool of misery and oppression.
Which brings us to why you should pity the left (even while refusing to give in to them)
Why? Because where they’ve gone since then, makes it perfectly clear who they are. The current left is not the defender of the working man. Hell, they’re not even the defender of those they claim to defend: women, minorities, etc.
What they really are are the spoiled brats all of us know from kindergarten.
You know the ones as well as I do. They’re the ones who, when told they can’t have the third cookie, when all other kids were given one, tell you how you oppressed little Timmy last week by not giving him a cookie (even though Timmy’s mother as him marked down as gluten intolerant) and how you don’t show pretty pictures to Heather (who is blind) and how you don’t speak Serbian with the twins who are just arrived from Serbia and so aren’t fair to them. The brat is going to hold his/her breath and/or scream until you correct all these injustices.
Half the time, given the brat being loud enough, other kids, intimidated by them, or thinking that it’s logical that you should be all things to all people, will back the brat up. Faced with rebellion, the kindergarten teacher who is not paid enough for this, and just wants to get on with teaching the colors, will give the brat another cookie. And then the brat will shut up, because that’s what he/she really wants. And then more kids will side with the brat, because they want extra cookies.
That is the left in a nutshell. They are spoiled brats, eternally hiding behind their causes, when all they really want is more power and control, and even though it’s been proven that when they’re given any power, their causes (and everyone) lose. Which tracks with the metaphor. How many of us knew those brats growing up? How many have gone on to be happy, fulfilled human beings, without some great bit come-to-Jesus moment?
I can’t think of any, honestly.
Which is why we must be the left’s come-to-Jesus moment. We need to confront their nonsense and their hypocrisy. We need to return their insults at their level “we know you are, but what are we” should be about right, since these are the privileged accusing us of privilege, the tyrants accusing us of wanting to put them in camps, the straight-up nazis calling themselves anti-fascist.
The one thing the spoiled brats need is “No.” Say it often enough and loud enough, and they might eventually realize their tactics aren’t working.
And if they call you privileged tell them they’re right: Damn right you’re privileged. You’re privileged to have had to dig behind the barrage of lies of the mass-industrial-communications-complex for the truth; you’re privileged to have had to work twice as hard, because the teachers to whom you didn’t virtue-signal in the left way never gave you a pass, you’re privilege to be shut out of a bunch of careers in fields dominated by the left, you’re privileged to be held guilty for things that happened before you were even a glimmer in your great-grandfather’s eye.
You’re privileged because all of this broke you out of the futile counting of “victimhood points” as it’s taught in schools today, and forced you to learn real things, work at being smarter, and faster and more resilient. You’re privileged because you live in a time when you can use the internet and know for a fact you’re not alone. You’re privileged because your thought isn’t cluttered with a bunch of nonsense put there by highly paid spoiled brats.
Most of all you’re privileged because you can work and create and all the spoiled brats can do is take over an institution or an industry, gut it, then wear the skin demanding respect.
You’re privileged because if we ignore the screaming brats and just go around working and building and being happy (man, they really CAN’T stand THAT) they have no power over us.
In the end, we win, they lose. And that’s why we’re privileged. The poor spoiled darlings never had the privilege of being told no and don’t know how to take being laughed at or even being argued with. They need safe rooms, and for everyone to avoid the trigger words, and stop making them cry. Because they’re not prepared to cry. They were never told no. And if they hold their breath and stomp their feet and come up with JUST THE RIGHT WORDS, we’ll give them what they want, won’t we? It’s always happened before.
Pity the poor darlings. They are only that which passes.