I look around me. It’s something I do. I watch and talk with actual, physical human beings. Given the nature of my work, it is not uncommon for me to share space on the service elevators–often after-hours–with janitors and security staff, many of whom are black, and many of whom are Hispanic. If they are friendly, I talk with them. I suspect in the course of an average week I rub elbows and talk to more working class people than the average Democrat politician does in any non-election year.
And I like to hang out at bars and talk to people. It’s one of my hobbies. I was in a bar frequented by Ford workers last night. I was in a bar with scaffolding installers from what we call BFE (Bumfuk, Egypt) around here the night before. I ask people questions about their work, their pay, and their lives. Give them a couple beers and just about everyone, in this country at least, wants to tell you their life story. I find all this very interesting.
And it seems to me that the alleged malady of “racism” is a construct created by and for a power elite. It is useful. Any time you can say you will do something for someone that they can and should be doing for themselves, you win. Step one, obviously, is convincing them that they CAN’T do for themselves, that they need you, and there is no other way. Put alternatively, the Democrat power platform depends on the helplessness of minorities. It depends on lies.
The average person is confused. This is a confusing world. I’m really fucking smart, and I get confused myself. How the hell is an average person supposed to sort everything out? I ask them to, I expect them to, but in the end I can’t be surprised when they fail. So many people benefit from bullshit, from confusion, from twisting partial truths to more or less complete lies.
What do college kids, and college professors who are themselves overgrown kids, get from this obsession with race? Relevance. And what I keep calling an Ersatz Morality.
When I say Ersatz, I mean fake, substitute, unreal. It is not a moral code which admits right actions and wrong actions. All it admits is people who agree with the day’s propaganda, with the daily kos (cause), and people who don’t. Such a morality cannot animate an inner directed person. It cannot animate an individual conscience. It must be continually renewed, replenished, altered, and avoided for a time when it leads to open contradiction. Once that gap has been closed, it becomes safe again. The True Believers accept the necessity for this process.
Oh, I need to go to bed. I am tweaking my own outrage patterns, my own outlets, my own places I go to hide.
I am not innocent in all this by any means.
What I dream about, put simply, is a world where the truth is valued above group membership, above convenience, as a goal and aim in itself, as something with intrinsic merit. We do not presently live in that world. Indeed, much of the “college experience” has as its aim the stigmatizing of the very notion of truth, and the following process of rational, fact seeking exploration. They want truth to be like a pack of cigarettes: they give you the smoke, and they give you the light. What else could you want?