Some people are born for the burning times.
Most of us who write or read here were born for strange times.
Look, I do understand the left’s fascination with “the excluded” and “diversity.” It’s just that being collectivists/part of the herd by nature, they go about it backwards and sideways.
They’re not looking for pink monkeys/people who inexplicably are rejected, or even people who think so differently they have trouble explaining how they got where they got, because it’s obvious to them, and they think it should be obvious to everyone.
No, the left doesn’t like those “excluded.” Being the herd, and having instituted themselves as “leaders of the herd”, masters of signaling belonging and judges of what must and must not be accepted, they actually hate those who are true non conformists. Their attempts to enforce herd uniformity descent to levels of “not one thought out of place.”
Because the society where they’re trying to enforce this is one that has long valued the excluded and the off-beat (Partly the Christian heritage, partly, in America, the conciousness we’re descended from/or are those who came here to get away from herd enforcement, and also that as a country we’re completely weird.) they still pretend to accept the excluded, to value the strange, and to enshrine the iconoclast, only they have no clue what those actually are.
Like that song “we are the renegades” which then goes on to cite a bunch of Hollywood and business darlings that are considered “innovative” because they did some slightly new things, and which makes me laugh out loud every time I hear it.
Because they have absolutely no clue about people actually getting excluded for no reason, they try to force the acceptance of people who are excluded for reason, and when society rebels they blame the group for the evil of those excluded.
This is a ploy that works, because it gives the “leaders” of the herd more power, of course.
As the new media and a plethora of individual contact opportunity gave us — the outsiders, the goats, those who giggle at the conformity of the herd — a chance to be herd and create alternate networks, the herd and those who enforce the conformity of the herd started losing their minds.
They didn’t even know we existed, much less that anyone could actually be that different.
Now we’re stuck somewhere between them trying to make us shut up, and them trying to lead the herd off the cliff to prove they can.
But the herd, though it values conformity, is not actually stupid, and is refusing to do as told.
So these crazed sheep are running around biting other sheep on the butt and telling them it’s sheepdogs and the wolves are coming.
Partly because the end of their reign feels like the coming of the wolves to them.
Okay, I might have stretched that analogy a bit. If the left were sheep-leaders, they’d be sheep with some kind of unknown disease that keep trying to infect everyone else, beause patches of fungus and sh*t are the latest trend, and you should be wearing them too.
As humans they’re miserable, desperate to fit in at all costs, yet pretending to value diversity, attaching to irrelevant things like skin color for “diversity” while stomping on any thought that’s out of line, and generally acting insane.
Unfortunately in the years of submersion, the years when we couldn’t be heard, they had seized control of the — well, everything. All the levers of power.
So, now they really are trying to destroy everything they don’t control. And it’s worldwide.
Great evil is being done, and evil is headed to all of us, at speed.
This is good. No, stop glaring at me. It is good, because for many years evil has been accepted as “normal”. It’s been beaten into people that crime is “society’s fault” for instance, when it is no such thing. It’s been impressed upon people that it’s better to beg than to be self-sufficient. And a great evil of mediocrity has settled over all creative endeavors, where sticking out has been considered the only true crime, no matter what they tell us. In my profession, my whole time in it, I’ve been told that they want something “new” exactly like the last “new thing” that is. And it’s like that everywhere, till mere competency is a de-facto crime and punished as such.
Well, it’s good to see that this stuff is all evil. Because turning away from it is the only way we, as a society and a culture, save ourselves and go forward.
What is not good is that chains of supply, institutions, companies, ways to earn a living in the modern world are all going to crash for a time. And people will be in real danger. And the herd will be starving.
And the herd, ladies and gentlemen and the occasional dragon, is most of humanity. They might not be like us, but they’re our kith and kin, and as such we should value them. And it’s not good when the innocent starve.
Fortunately we do exist. We’re the goats, the excluded. Mostly because we think weird, which often leads to our behaving weird, at least in the eyes of those who never had a weird thought in their lives.
Now, granted, many of the weird have gone wrong: those brought up with an amoral disposition, those who just got really angry and traipsed into doing harm as a vocation, those who want vengeance on the herd.
With the shower of sh*t that’s about to rain on all of us, and how many of us have at best a marginal hold on survival, (being by disposition likely to be on employment and money-making ventures that are fringe or odd, themselves) it is easy to think it is a grander purpose to destroy. Heaven know that’s what a lot of “normal” people will conclude. “Everything is wrong, so let’s burn it all down.” And how much easier it is for us to think that?
But it’s not right. Yes, the institutions and structures of society have been turned against it, but it doesn’t mean that the structures in themselves are evil or wrong.
Sure, some are, because the perversion of the normal and good started a long time ago. But not all. “Mere anarchy” being loosed upon the world might briefly feel good, but it is in fact the end of civilization.
We’re not the left, and we do not — if we’re even marginally sane — assume that “destroy everything — ??????– paradise.”
It is important to rebuild or shore up as fast as things fall down. And it’s important to take an unusual eye to things and figure out what’s actively harmful, what must be removed, what can be adapted and what can be salvaged.
Fortunately, we’re nothing if not unusual. As Kate Paulk is likely to say “Think outside the box? What box? I can’t find the box.”
You know the saying “When things get weird, the weird go pro”? It is wrong. We wouldn’t know what pro means. Even those who are professionals in some thing or other, we aren’t really professionals in anything. We’re making it up as we go along, because rules that apply to sheep fit weirdly on goats.
So…. if your entire life you’ve been told you think too much. If you were the kid other kids wanted to kill in kindergarten, because you were so weird. If most of your friends — your friends! — say you’re strange. If your opinion tends to be not only different from mainstream, but sideways and upside down so that the conventional thinkers can’t figure out if you agree/disagree/are completely insane: stand up.
No one is going to ask you to go pro. You wouldn’t know pro if it bit you in the fleshy part of the butt. And that’s how it should be.
We’re asking you to stand up. We’re asking you to go active. Think, plan, build. Prepare.
Build under, build over, build around, and get ready. Because when it all crumbles, we’re the ones who have to not let the herd go over the cliff.
They’ll still hate us, it’s a given. But in the middle of it, we might be able to bite a few butts. And we’ll make sure there’s still a herd and a pasture, when it’s all done.
In the mean time…. we’re going to do some very weird things we never thought we would. We’re going to have to become different people, which will hurt. And we’re going have to face our own weirdness, unflinchingly.
And yeah, a few of us will die. But hey, that was baked in since we were born. If we manage this, not all of us will die.
THINK. Prepare. Act.
This is our song, this is who we are. Be not afraid. This is our time.