Seriously, I’d suggest you just click and scroll until you’ve read most of it.
A small taste:
There is something deep here, some psychological damage present in the West, such that we, as an entire civilization, have lost the ability to take pleasure in anything, and have merely exchanged pleasure for pain in everything we do. Pleasure has lost its novelty. We are like Slaanesh in the Warhammer 40k world.
Where once we celebrated achievement, putting a man on the moon, inventing, building, and learning… now we celebrate victimhood in a form of emotional sadomasochism. Everything is about being made to feel bad. Imagine coming to work in the morning, chugging your cup of coffee, seeing a friend and saying “hey, how’s it going?” Said friend responds cheerfully and happily, “oh, it’s been going horrible, I got run over by a bus, and discriminated against by HR, catcalled by a thug, and my house burned down then got sucked into a tornado! How’s it with you?”
It’s almost that ridiculous.
If you walked on the moon, check your privilege, because I’m a bigger victim than you. If you cured AIDS, fuck you, you were privileged because you’re white, or have a penis. They will say things like, oh you want to know what challenge is, Mr. Quantum Physicist? Challenge is trying to make it in STEM when you’re mentally ill, bipolar, on meds, when you’re a genderqueer black Hispanic Muslim lesbian from Somalia. Who got sucked into a tornado.
Forget curing cancer, cure racism, they say.
On a personal front, I’m just getting back from a long-overdue and much-enjoyed family vacation so I am a bit behind the news. I have a lot to say once I catch up – if I can ever get my thoughts to cohere enough to be writable.
Why am I back? Because war has been declared and I intend to join the fray in whatever capacity is required. For now, blogging. Let’s hope it stays there. I much prefer drawing penises on people to what, in my more pessimistic moments, I fear is coming.