Sugar For The Feeble-Minded

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Over at Daimonics Substack, he has a good article on Nudging, which I also wrote about the other day

I commented on a section from that article that put the finger squarely on an open wound that has been festering in me for years now. The section said:

These “elites” don’t see us as human beings anymore (if they ever did).

It isn’t that they think you make bad decisions. These people believe that you can’t be a rational decision maker.

You aren’t capable of deciding what’s best for you.

You’re a simple machine responding to stimulus from the environment. It’s not your fault if you’ve been put into a bad environment and don’t have the right information. After all, if you were capable of thinking clearly and making good choices, they wouldn’t have to lecture you like a five year old, would they?

You would already agree with them.

Their job as leaders is to make sure you have the right environment, with all the correct choices “built in”. Instead of using old-fashioned violence and force to coerce you (so passe), they want to lock you into a padded room where you can’t help but make “the right choice”.

My comment was:

"After all, if you were capable of thinking clearly and making good choices, they wouldn’t have to lecture you like a five year old, would they?"

One of the most disgusting, disrespectful and maddening things for me has been this tone, this attitude that we're all kindergarteners. Ok class, let's all stand on our own dots, six feet apart, and sing "your mask protects me! My mask protects you!"

I know they literally were doing this in some schools, but in general, "they" were doing it everywhere. And the left has been using this for a much longer time than just Covid. All their stupid, juvenile protest chants, all their catchy woke slogans "love is love!" are designed by these nudgers to indoctrinate at the lowest levels of thinking. Which is unfortunately where most people live. It's feeble-minded sugar that goes straight into the bloodstream.

As I wrote “feeble-minded sugar”, this post popped into mind. I might copyright that saying, maybe make that a future band name or name of a song I have yet to write.

I have a very high need for respect. I don’t like to be told what to do, say, feel, think, or how to act. There’s a lot of deep-seeded reasons for that, including the fact that I grew up in a strict, mildly-repressive home. Filled with love and safety, mind you, which I’m very grateful for. But MTV was forbidden, and I had to sneak that. “Secular” music was unacceptable. I had to sneak that. Youth group was the pre-determined, preferred social circle.

By the time the end of high school came, I was kicking down every door and rebelling against every wall that was put up. It was a messy time, for a long time.

I wasn’t made to be caged. Not physically, not with expectations, not with demands. Not with anything.

With that said, you can probably imagine how difficult the last few years have been on me, and most likely yourself, in that respect. At every turn, the assault of the tyrants poked viciously and decisively on every hurt I ever grew up with.

• “Stay the fuck home”

• “Your mask protect me, my mask protects you”

• “It’s for the greater good”

• “Stay Safe. Save Lives”

• “Let’s all do our part”

• “Masks required”

• “You can’t go here without proof of vaccination”

• “You can’t say that”

• “Your freedom ends where my safety begins”

• “Walk THIS way down the aisle because now it’s one way”

• “Stand on this little stupid fucking dot 6 feet apart even though this is really just a nonscientific exercise in utter horseshit”

I remember in kindergarten we had our little rugs. Our little squares of real estate that we could stretch out and take naps on when the teacher told us it was time. The more I saw those little dots and arrows in stores and businesses, the more I just wanted to fuggin’ puke, because to me, there was no clearer indication we really were all just back in kindergarten.

And everyone seemed TOTALLY cool with it. Adults. TOTALLY cool with being treated like children.

Excuse me if you sense some scorn here. It’s visceral to me.

The fact that we have a ruling class that 1000% sees us as children in a romper room absolutely makes my blood boil. Who the FUCK are these people to suppose that they know a damn thing about me, about you, but furthermore, to assume they have some kind of authority and right to treat me this way?

I’ve made really complicated, heavy decisions in my life, as have you. The fact that their condescending scorn and tone-deaf arrogance have impacted my life for one second really burns my ass, let alone two years. The fact that they’ve been able to freely walk the halls of the school house and sit in the teacher’s lounge, completely disregarding the rules that they so sternly chastise us about, is absolutely despicable.

Case in point: this scumbag

Yet even before Covid, the people nudging us, and their echo chambers, used dumb slogans, simplistic drivel, and childish bulletin boards to remind us of how much smarter and superior they are to us. It started to seep into every pore of our society, years and years before Covid.

For me, it was Lisa Simpson in 1996.

I was a religious Simpsons fan in the 90s. Before DVR, I had dozens of VCR tapes that I lovingly compiled, commercial free, of back to back Simpsons episodes. There was a tape in the VCR at all times, ready to record episodes I didn’t have. It was just easier to get high and let the tape roll without commercials.

The brilliance of the Simpsons is that they could always share a message that hit on many levels. Homer represented what the left saw as the typical American white man - dumb, loveable at times, slightly irresponsible, and willing to do just enough to get by. Each character represented some part of society, and each episode was a usually hilarious commentary on life.

Around 1995, Lisa, the older daughter, started to get less and less funny to me and just became preachy. I didn’t realize it at the time, but she was the first social justice warrior in my life. And even then, I hated it.

I don’t like being preached to when I haven’t asked for it. I don’t like it when someone takes some relative moral high ground and lectures me on it, expecting me to not just agree with it but internalize it and manifest it.

Eventually I couldn’t even watch the Simpsons anymore, but then that same Lisa spirit started to pop out more and more everywhere. The NFL started to do more and more special interest pieces during their broadcasts, and ESPN started to give more and more political commentary, for instance.

Then the corporations started to inundate us with all kinds of messaging completely unrelated to what they were selling.

Blue jeans became a symbol for gay pride.

Starbucks kept telling us how green they were and how we needed to reduce our carbon footprint.

Nickelodeon and Disney started telling our 5 year olds that if they didn’t like how they were born, they can change anything about themselves, including their sexual identity.

Now it’s to the point where we can’t turn on our TV, scroll through social media, go to a concert, church service, or have ANY conversation with someone without some kind of woke, political statement being made.

I JUST WANT TO WATCH FOOTBALL. DON’T FUCKING PREACH AT ME.

It’s overwhelming. Which is the point. The more of this drivel they give us, the harder it is to get out of our veins, and the more we actually become addicted to it.

This about sums it all up for me.

I call this sugar for the feeble-minded.

Oatmeal for the mush-brained.

Our indoctrinators and propagandists have been relentlessly force-feeding this sugar into our systems for decades now. Covid has been more sugar, only it was weaponized, liquified and shot into our veins. Those of us with more than zero original thoughts in our heads, and those of us with one iota of critical thinking, have tasted and felt this in our veins, and it’s poison. We gag on it, choke on it, and spit it out.

Those that have neither an original thought or even one iota of critical thinking, however, revel orgasmically in the rush. They run to Twitter and Facebook and Reddit and regurgitate this cotton candy vomit, high on their own self-importance. It never dawns on them that to the rest of us, they look like this.

I’m obviously using a lot of metaphor and hyperbole here, but the point I want you to take from this is that you need to recognize this garbage and spit it out as quickly as you ingest it. Make as much noise and struggle as much as possible when you see them with the spoon full of woke, crystallized, artificial filth.

Confront it on Twitter and Facebook. Call it out at your dinner party or PTA meeting. Expose it for the toxin that it is. Push that bile firmly back down the mouth holes of these sugar zombies.

Otherwise, we will continue to be force fed this at every opportunity.