Waltz With The Sub-90s

One of the harsher conclusions I reached over the last several years concerns the futility of trying to, “Raise the conditions of the masses.” Many figures with clout far more pronounced than my own have attempted to rise past the battlements and perhaps felt they were near, only to cascade mercilessly back to the oblivion that is treading water under the soaring, derisory screams of the intellectually limited. I believed for a time the world held better promise for my cause, yet those fell as the tragic dreams they were always meant to be. Defeat was never in doubt, so a fanciful alternative narrative had to be cast in its temporary stead.

My first milestone in recognizing the inevitable came several years back when I had a digital exchange with members of the Yang Gang. These denizens were at once highly motivated for their cause and completely oblivious to political realities. Any attempt to reason with them was met with sarcasm, mockery, or the marvelous practice known as, “Chant Warfare”. Here the mob simply shouts incessantly, or create spam comments with multiple accounts, hoping the strength of the clamor implies victory. To some extent, they may be correct. People rely on numbers as the foundation for merit across the internet, regardless if they are being fed lies. Emotionally-tuned talking points, feel-good stories, and general delusion are all excused based on the following or fanaticism of a base. Speaking out against it risks receiving the labels of “bitter” or “jealous”, and subsequent ignoring by those coalitions.

In other spaces it was the manospherians, angry that the popular claims circulating in their realm for ages might not be entirely true. No matter the extent of the hand-holding and historical analysis proffered, certain souls simply refused to be moved, returning to their talking points almost as if by robotic command. Others merely would respond to a video or article title, unwilling (or unable) to deal with the heart of the matter within.

More recently I have discovered the disaster of interaction with the “wignat” category of right-wingers. While there is understandable criticism to be made of traditional conservatives, wignats never cease to amaze the discoursing eye based on their unrepentant commitment to the ides of imbecile nationalism. Like hounds clutching rawhides, they exist only to salivate over the same subject, often in corners of the internet that would seem pointless for those with presumably superior interests. All matters come back to the sinister tribe, whether the utter failure residing in their own lives, or manifestations of political interest. Yet the scope is hardly limited to real impacts on white well-being, as it stands. To such creatures, the entire fabric of this Manichean universe relies on a crude and chameleon-like enemy.

Case in point: the question of war and European destruction. When I created a segment some years back on the wastefulness entailed by lusting after the empires of the First World War period, which caused the deaths of millions, the wignats erupted. Apparently they preferred to die in the Somme than attend another HR meeting. Fair enough, though what does this say about how much they value the lives of fellow whites? Belay that question, because as a “blue” I automatically must desire the eradication of Europeans, even though European monarchies could have prevented the disaster, actually maybe not because my group controls them like puppets.

Getting on board yet? Well, the problem flies no better if you express degrees of sympathy with them, because wignats are in the sub-90 IQ range and hence struggle with any measure of nuance. For instance, I can point out how the Europa: The Last Battle documentary has some occasional tidbits of insight about communism’s origins and the Second World War. A slightly mollified wignat might respond and say, “He’s on our side,” or, “You’re the only blue I like.” However, once I move on to explain the numerous historical errors and flagrant distortions the piece contains, even from a revisionist perspective, all bets are off. Expect something attune to, “Clearly you would say that! After all, you’re a blue!”

As you can see, at best a Kafkaesque circulation can be attained when talking to these gremlins. They will seize upon whatever validates the opinions set in stone by that limited cell activity upstairs, and then resort to indictment at any other angle. All which follows is bound to contain bad faith, sneering, and feces-devouring grins.

Engagement was my brutal error, but it need not be yours.