endgame: when the woke hallucination becomes a feedback loop
and how to once more inhabit our own society
for those not currently close enough to smell the burning wires of the conflagration cum confluence of the covid cultists and the “team fragile” woke warriors, please allow a gato to play the virgil to the public dante and give you a tour of the nether regions of the impending collapse.
we begin with t ryan gregory, purported “Professor of evolutionary biology. Monger (fear and/or fish). Come for the science, stay for the brilliant wit and humility. Assume sarcasm. He/him” who stands to the pulpit to proudly preach that which can only be described as pseudoscience and twaddle.
he has missed the whole of the debate and run off into a field of straw men as he attempts to equate a statement that “there is no evidence that masks protect from covid or from wildfire smoke” with “well then you must WANT me to breathe wildfire smoke!” as though telling someone that being mentally dependent on a tinfoil hat to keep tigers away that their headwear is pathological rather than functional somehow implies hope that they are eaten by panthera tigris.
but what are we to call superstitious faith in and dependence upon false solutions if not a mental health issue?
it’s certainly not science.
science is about evidence and the evidence for this superstitious supplication at the altar of the mask is lacking. this is the pre-enlightenment, pre-baconian thinking we have come to expect from “team talisman” but what i’d like to really focus on here is not so much the deluded devotion but rather the angry projection.
clinging to wubbies long since shown not to keep the monsters at bay is in fact a mental illness and mask addiction a long studied and warned of pathology.
and the doctor here appears sick and anxious to shift the debate to the realm of false framing and logical sleight of hand, but where it really gets interesting is below where eve effulgently espouses her faith and fury.
it gets quite telling.
“reactionary.” quite the epithet for those who have been demanding massive societal change to suit them to hurl. so doing invokes the inversion that one’s demands are the baseline and refusing them somehow regressive.
pause to consider what such a mindset reveals about the underlying ethos of the speaker.
it’s positively soviet and will become as relentless.
longtime gatopal™ clownbasket encapsulates this perfectly (for who better to delineate clown world than clowns?)
and those among the right thinking such as newfound gatopal™ father john set us upon the path to further examine this issue with his comment to me (used by permission)
so here we go:
this is the grand totalitarian conceit: they attack and provoke you in every conceivable way and then when you respond, brand you "reactionary."
they are deeply brainwashed zealots who lack the ability to conceive that any right thinking human could disagree with them because they inhabit a broken ethos that is neither intellectual nor ethical, merely echo chamber.
their entire signal is a screech of feedback generated by the endless repetition of their own unquestioned and unquestionable dogmas that they have mistaken for ideological and intellectual purity and perhaps worse: consensus.
this is the inevitable devolution of the woke virus. it took the post modern/morally relative deconstructionism modalities and added to them non-interrogable salients that transformed them into something akin to a secular jihadi religion.
but they do not realize that they have done this. so they think these arbitrary and nonsensical belief sets are the output of some rigorous and valid selection process not the interminable shouting down of any opposition.
it's just another totalitarian movement but accelerated and made more pernicious by its own lack of awareness that it is a totalitarian movement.
so it breaks the brains of all within it forcing projection and hallucination to resolve the massive cognitive dissonance of quite literally being every single thing they purport to hate.
you need to twist yourself into some pretty dire pretzels to avoid acknowledging that.
these people have driven themselves insane.
and the suppression of debate makes them think that others agree with them.
and i don't think there is any rational way to reach them anymore.
it’s always just like this, isn’t it?
witness the performative alliance and profession of both frailty and obedience.
it pervades everything and the desperate need for symbols and signifiers is on vivid display alongside the insuppressible rage driven profanity and attack of all that is not “us.”
this seems to be the path such people must endlessly walk. they attack, vilify, hector, and hate because, um, they are the side of goodness, light, and rationality.
it’s really quite the transposition.
brownstone founder and gatopal™ jeffrey provides pithy assessment:
this is the nature of a cognitive dissonance spiral.
the more insane, aggressive, and hateful they become, the more insane, aggressive, and hateful they must call us in order to avoid the self-examination that would shatter the false sense of self they have created to cast themselves as the heroes of this morality play: for this would destroy them utterly.
they may not be questioned because deep down they know they have no answers but the admission of this would amount to self-abnegation and annihilation.
they have no real self, no real center. they are the activism they inhabit and they must therefore protect it to the last breath because in most truly meaningful ways, they will die if they lose it.
it makes every issue into a seeming existential treat. this is why they go so disproportionately wild when challenged. they will use this hair trigger rage as a weapon seeking to deter others from saying them nay.
but this only matters if you care.
and the time has come to stop.
it's only going to keep getting worse as they keep losing
the pathologies will only intensify as will the desperate need to cling to the totems of their failing faith.
but demanding acquiescence to tantrum is not a valid stance.
and it’s time to start seeing this for what it is and calling it by name.
when this is the top 6 images from your twitter timeline, all is probably not terribly well with you.
this is desperate, totemic safety search and histrionic hysteria mistaking itself for enlightenment. it’s a cry for help and a snarling bite at the hand that tries in one unhandleable package.
this particular circle of self-imposed hell starts to looks like an intersect of dante and sartre for the increasingly unpleasant netherworld inhabited by the wobbling wokesters and crisis mavens is indeed one where “hell is other people” and indeed: there is “no exit.”
they perceive anything other than themselves and the savage screech of echo chamber feedback that has come to constitute their mindscape and praxis as hellacious, evil, and assaultive and so the more they attack you, the more they will feel themselves attacked.
and rational engagement with this is a mistake.
it will demand to be so engaged and it will mistake itself for reasoned and reasonable.
but it isn’t.
this is a severed and sputtering live wire.
it’s not something you want to touch.
instead, recognize it for what it is: a self-serving, self-centered ideology cum pathology that has driven its more vigorous adherents quite literally mad in a manner that will only accelerate as more and more as the underpinnings of the power base it once provided erode from beneath their feet.
the inhabitants of this delusion will experience reversion to normality as deprivation and invasion. they will mistake the cessation of their noise for din.
this has been a grand abeline paradox in which the majority wound up adhering to a “consensus” that almost none actually believed because they assumed it was what “the group wanted” and humans nearly always fail the asch conformity test, especially when you add in the relentless pressure to comply and apply the cancel culture penalty for failure to do so.
that’s why they do it. the point is to silence dissent. the point is to keep the group from knowing its own mind.
but it’s over. the spell has broken and our speech and and sense of community have returned from this societal kidnapping.
all one need do to break this spell is keep talking.
there was no consensus, only the illusion thereof and we’ve crossed the rubicon into the part where the harder they push it, the more we’ll all push back and the more foolish they will look. it’s just strident streisand effect. it’s a defeated magician whose trick was long since revealed trying to stuff a bunny into a hat that cannot hold it.
this is not “reactionary” it’s “restorative” and the implication that somehow responding to direct assault makes you the bad guy is logical and ethical inversion.
this is self defense.
we are simply taking back society, speech, rights, and association for the people and breaking the cults of compulsion wrought by those who would force us to be remade in images we do not resemble or desire.
we have been made to feel as though were were drowning in the deluge of woke and worrywart imposition.
but this water was never over our heads.
we were only made to believe that this was so.
simply put your feet down firmly and stand up.
it’s pretty obvious once you see it.
I understand the feeling that the tide is turning, but perhaps you’re in a bit of your own echo chamber? Or perhaps it’s just me, being trapped in NJ, but I am not seeing or hearing what you are suggesting. Friends, family members, acquaintances who were maskers, vaxxholes, lockdowners have not really changed their minds, they have simply either forgotten the BS we were put through or are unaware (deliberately in many cases) of the information available about vax injuries/deaths, mask ineffectiveness and lockdown damage. It feels as if they would be perfectly fine if it all came back...
OMG. The Abilene Paradox. Memories flooding back.
Jerry Harvey first wrote about this in 1974. Link with the original 3 page story below for those with curiousity.
https://www.aspeninstitute.org/wp-content/uploads/files/content/upload/16-Harvey-Abilene-Paradox-redacted.pdf
A copy of the original, a gift certificate for a suit, and $500 in cash were my dad’s gifts to me on the day I graduated from college in 1977.
The suit and the money are obviously long gone. But the very yellowed, coffee stained, and clearly well read copy is still pinned to my bulletin board. It has been a major factor in my life for 56 years.
Ocassionally, through the ensuing years, my dad would pose this question to me: “Are we on the road to Abilene?”
He died a couple years ago at age 95. I found his own copy in a box he kept by his chair.
I gave it to my oldest son, to replace the copy I had given to him the day he graduated from college.
Thanks beautiful kitten for the memories.