Your Tolerance is Self-Serving – The Orlando Shooting

News of the Orlando shooting went around the office today. The usual canard was tossed out there by a typical SWPL: “It has nothing to do with religion. Some people are just homophobic assholes.”

 

Now, I work in a liberal city, at a liberal tech company. I came into the job on the assumption that this was hostile, SJW or SWPL territory, and that I’d keep every opinion to myself. I said nothing, but in my mind I had to ask them: “Just who are you trying to impress with that statement?”

 

Truly, to all the progressive, tolerant liberals out there, just who are you trying to impress with your reactionary defense of Islam? You know that Islam had a hand in this, just as it did in Paris, and San Bernardino. You’re saying such a statement to save face, but who are you saving face to? Our workplace has no Muslims. You’ve not made any of them feel better; they don’t exist. You’re not trying to defend any individual person that you personally know, perhaps a family member or friend. Truly, the only Muslims these people know are in the abstract, not actual flesh and blood people they have actually met. So why are you defending Islam when you have no stake in it?

 

Because being tolerant of Islam is fashionable at the moment and this person wants to remain fashionable, with the trends, in vogue. Truthfully, I like this person a lot, as a person, but you can’t have a more deluded and dangerous outlook when dealing with a threatening, foreign ideology. This whole self-serving piety that is Political Correctness is only going to excuse attacks like this in the future, and you will always overlook the warning signs because you don’t want to be racist.

 

I don’t have a personal axe to grind with this tragedy since gays and Muslims are not part of my pet projects. The fifty that died weren’t people I know, and so I have no personal stake in this, and you can call that callous but I call it honest. Nevertheless, I don’t want a society stewing in fear and violence. I want to be able to live peacefully and happily, and it just so happens that mass shootings have a way of ruining that. Even from a purely selfish perspective, these shootings are undesirable. No one wants this to happen.

 

But it will keep happening if tolerance gets in the way of security. The SWPL and SJW’s need to realize that tolerance isn’t a universal thing. It’s a conditional thing. You are tolerant when it is reciprocal – when they are tolerant to you. You are tolerant to a point – when it is reasonable to do so. You don’t make it a universal commandment that everyone must follow all the time because opening your arms to everyone means you’re going to get stabbed in the back by people who want to do you harm.

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Postcards from Asgard Episode 5: Earthers Always Lie

Episode 1: Dan’s Story

Episode 2: Yuri’s Story

Episode 3: How the Portals Killed all Nations

Episode 4: A Slave Will Eventually Retire

 

[It didn’t take long for word to spread that I was looking for stories. Somehow, I had gained the title of journalist, a journalist from Earth no less, a connotation that came with considerable baggage, though I didn’t know it at the time. A man named William came to me, describing himself as an unofficial historian of Mars and Asgard. He sought me out during my shift, demanding that I meet him after work so that he could, as he said, “set history straight”. He claimed that, without knowing the history accurately, all my stories would be tainted by unconscious Earther bias.

We sat down behind the building after my shift to discuss and share a few beers. I told him that my main goal was to report what people said, no more, no less. If there was bias in anything I wrote, then it was from the bias of the people I talked to. I wasn’t about to act like a filter for my own agenda. At that, he seemed to change his tone for the better.]

Good, because here on Asgard, we have a rule of thumb when it comes to Earthers: Earthers always lie. That doesn’t literally mean all people from Earth lie. What I mean is, people who make Earth part of their identity, they lie. Calling themselves progressives or liberals isn’t enough. They want to distance themselves from us as far as possible, and since they don’t really come from counters anymore they call themselves Earthers with a capital E, as if they’re better than all us outside the solar system.

The schools make ‘em that way. The history they teach, about Mars and Asgard, it’s all written to make Earth look like the good guys and us like dumb rednecks. They’ve studied us, psychoanalyzed us, but it’s always in a bad light. According to them, we want to expand into the galaxy because of womb envy, or because we have little dicks. We’re compensating for something, or something like that. Like I said: Earthers always lie.

The actual history is nothing like what they say. First of all, what were you taught in school about Martian colonization?

I was told that a group of radical Christians blew up the portal between Earth and Mars after going through.

And why is that?

To get away from Earth.

Well, obviously, but why that?

I… don’t really know.

Right, well, they weren’t radical, and not all of them were Christians. They left because of what the portals did to their home planet. They basically changed everything. Changed society. Changed politics. Sure as hell changed the economy.

Portals flattened the Earth, so to speak, economically. Equalized the field, so that we all got the same standard of living, because if you can move goods and people anywhere, then you’re essentially living there, and when you split the difference between the first and third world, you get just a half-shitty world.

Things are cheap, great, but you also have criminals stealing those things, so it’s mostly a wash. Most people in the developed countries didn’t like that their jobs went to third-worlders just so they could buy cheap, third-world crap, but a few bleeding hearts thought it was great for the poor, and the bleeding hearts made policy, so, whatever. All the guys at the top loved it too, made a bunch of excuses for themselves, said they could improve living conditions. Better living through economics, but that was all just a cover for them to make billons.

Hayes made a fortune building nuclear power plants in Antarctica. The farming conglomerate made farms and portals wherever you could. Low tier jobs went to developing districts so you could pay ‘em less; high tier jobs in engineering got taken up by insiders. Most people, us in the middle, we couldn’t make it in that environment, but nothing changed no matter how much we voted and protested. There was too much money to be made and no politician willing to listen. That’s why Maynard’s group went to Mars. It wasn’t zealotry or bigotry. They had nowhere else to go.

Who is ‘Maynard’?

That’s Earth for you. He’s our founder, but most of you don’t know who the hell he is. Charles Maynard was the physicist who designed the first portals, and I don’t care what you say about him borrowing designs, or if you say it was a collaboration. That’s all to give some people credit where credit ain’t due. The portals wouldn’t exist without Maynard, so that makes them his portals. The man was a genius, and I don’t care what anyone says about that.

Anyways, he made trillions off the invention, but, unlike the other rich folks in their private islands, Maynard actually cared about people, and not just the lowest of the low, but all in between. According to his biographer, that was why he designed the portals in the first place: to help make the world a better place.

He came up with the idea to go to Mars since I guess he thought Earth was hopeless. You can’t undo the portals. Can’t roll-back progress.

So, he sold his assets, his private island in the Philippines, and bet everything on his space venture. He bought up a few old boats from when they made the Aurora space station and the portal rings. He packed them with enough food and water and other supplies to last the colonists a few years. Then, he chartered all the flights to Mars for the 26th anniversary of the first settlement, put all his friends and allies on ’em, and, when they were all through, he blew up the Earth-side portal. That way Earth couldn’t reach them for a good, long while, up until the 60 Days War.

Now, just wondering, what do the Earth schools say about that?

This was what I was told: after a few years on Mars, the Martian colonists ran out of resources and decided to… basically hold Earth hostage.

Okay, that’s completely false. It’s true that living on Mars was hard. They had to dig deep into the ground to avoid the radiation. They had to take apart all their ships just for basic building materials. It was hard living for a while, but the Martians pulled-through.

Dr. Maynard kept working on portal technology so that each city could be connected, even when underground. They retrofitted some of the shuttles and put portals on ‘em, sent them out to mine the asteroid belt. That gave Mars access to precious metals and other resources. Once they got to Jupiter and could mine some H3, the probes went even further.

Now, all this time, Earth didn’t give a shit about Mars. The colonists blew up the portal and Earth wrote off the whole thing. They taught you kids that the colonists were extremists, and they probably wouldn’t last long, right? Right.

But when Earth saw what was going on in the belt and outer planets, they wanted to stop it. The Earthers’ massive egos made them think that they were supposed to be the center of the human race, the caretaker of the species. They thought they had the responsibility to oversee human expansion. Bunch of manifest destiny crap. Trying to claim what they didn’t earn.

The truth was, the elites on Earth were pissed that a few thousand people on a desolate rock could do more than millions employed in the Federation’s space administration. Maynard solved problems they couldn’t. Mars put a flag on Europa before Earth could. No fiction could have predicted it. So Earth was going to change that.

The Federation of Nations on Earth signed a treaty that all human peoples would be under their jurisdiction, never mind where they lived in the universe. They said it was all to ensure “basic human rights”. Yeah, sure. It was that and not for total control of the species. Earthers always lie.

They didn’t just make a nation state, but a genetic one. That meant Mars was under their rule, according to them at least. Obviously, the Martians disagreed. When Earth built a new portal to Mars, the Martians jammed it. When spacecraft from Earth took the long way, Mars just sent them back. This created tensions, tensions made conflict, and one day Earth just up and declared war on Mars.

Now, if you were to take bets as to who would win, most rational people would put money on Earth. For every one Martian, there were at least one million people on Earth, and that’s no exaggeration. Earth had nukes and enough resources to keep making them for a good, long time. Hell, if Earth could even blow up Earth, then surely it could blow up a few cities on Mars, right?

Except Mars had a few choice advantages. One: Mars was uphill, so to speak, because Mars has lower gravity. A lot lower. Two: Mars could do things with portals that Earth couldn’t do, and still can’t do. And three: Mars had access not only to the asteroid belt and Jupiter, but by then Saturn’s rings, meaning it had a near endless supply of artillery shells.

To send a nuke from Earth to Mars, assuming they were at their closest, cost at least a billion dollars. To send a rock through one end of a portal at Saturn to the other at a probe secretly orbiting Earth took just a few dollars. And you’d think, yeah well Earth could just shoot them down. Except Mars had H3 rockets and Earth was still using solid state, so yeah, Earth had more resources but Mars had critical advantages which gave them enough leverage to put up a fight.

But the powers of Earth either didn’t realize it or they just didn’t care. Being on Earth does have the tendency to give you a false sense of security. When Earth and Mars were approaching their closest point, Earth sent a volley of ships and nuclear rockets at ‘em, knowing they had about 60 Days to pacify the Martians before the planets moved too far to make the war possible.

Now, that salvo had to follow the laws of physics. They couldn’t get there instantly, not like in the movies. So the Martians had at least a few weeks to prepare. Mars brought in their drones from the asteroid field and placed them in the path of Earth’s fleet. When the fleet got close enough, out of nowhere, they met a cluster of rocks portaled in from Saturn’s rings. The ships that didn’t see it or couldn’t dodge in time were destroyed instantly. The nuclear rockets within the fleet were piloted by software, so they avoided the rocks, but it caused them to divert off-course and use up their fuel. Most of the rockets just simply shut down in space because the software calculated it’d be impossible to reach Mars at that point, which just goes to show you that you don’t always need to meet force with force.

Now, a few rockets got by. Couldn’t be helped. They hit Mars, nuked a city or two, but, again, Mars had time to fortify. Their cities were already far underground to begin with. So when the nukes hit, there were a few quakes and tunnel collapses, but nobody died. That left Earth at about two-thousand causalities to Mars’ zero. Earth spent a few billion while Mars spent essentially nothing.

After that, Mars went on the offensive. They sent portal drones to Earth, a few to Saturn, and began to rain down some rocks. Big ones. At first, they targeted Earth’s remaining deserts, the Gobi, Sahara, the Mojave, places where people wouldn’t be. Earth shot a few down, but each missile was a few million dollars and each rock was free, so it was only a matter of time before some got through.

The bombardment wasn’t meant to destroy Earth, like some Earth historians will tell you. It was only meant to send a message that Mars was to be taken seriously, but of course Earth didn’t listen. They planned another campaign toward the end of the 60 days for a decisive victory. If it wasn’t achieved by then, then they’d come back in two years with a bigger fleet.

The Martian leaders weren’t having it. They may have doubted it at first, but then they figured they could make Earth capitulate. In actuality, it only took one rock. When Mars sent a meteor into the Indian Ocean and caused a tidal wave that wiped out a few cities on the coasts, Earth surrendered. They just needed to scare the Earthers a bit. You know, deter them from fighting a bloody war.

Now, Earthers don’t see it that way. They thought Martians were deranged. Extremists. Psychotic killers. In reality though, Mars could have done a lot worse. They could have destroyed every city. They could have blasted Earth back to the stone age, so long as Saturn had enough rocks to do so. But they chose not to, because, ironically enough, Mars, the planet of war, just wanted to be left alone. I don’t know about you, but I think Mars chose the better outcome to level a few huts so that billions wouldn’t die.

I know Earth historians say different. I know they say that the powers of Earth gave up on Mars because they thought Mars was too radical to negotiate or integrate. All your history books say so. But actually, Earth gave up because they knew they couldn’t win. They’d never admit it, publically at least, but they knew better than to tangle with Mars. Like I said: Earthers always lie.

Mars went on to colonize a few of the outer planets while Earth continued to stagnate. Eventually, Martian scientists figured out a way to turn portals inside out and bend the laws of physics. I dunno, that’s just the way they describe it. Mars, not Earth, found planet Asgard, and it was the Martian flag, not Earth’s, that was first planted on this rock. Obviously, they don’t particularly like being cut out of the T2 worlds, but that’s the way it goes when you don’t have the drive to do it. Most Earthers don’t leave Earth. Most don’t even know where out here, living on Asgard.

Why don’t you think Earth has that drive to expand?

My thought is that they’re just too comfy. Space is hard living, and when you have VR porn and all the food you can eat it kind puts people off from doing the hard stuff. Earthers won’t admit it, but that’s probably the case. Earthers themselves say they have a higher moral imperative to take care of the poor, and the environment, give a good standard of living to every human being before they head out to the stars, but that’s just an excuse. After their defeat by a handful of Martians, I guess they figured they’d stay in their little, blue safe-space.

 

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Postcards from Asgard Episode 4: A Slave Will Eventually Retire

Episode 1: Dan’s Story

Episode 2: Yuri’s Story

Episode 3: How the Portals Killed all Nations

 

[The town of Junction sat in the middle of a desert prairie a hundred miles wide in every direction. Mercenaries went north to hold off the Chesire. Miners went to the western wastes. The south had a few farmers that brought up soybeans and potatoes to the shipping hub, while all goods went east to the cities.

 

The little town’s economy was split into four parts. The logistics hub took up the bulk of it, along with the second – a series of workshops to repair the trucks and Strikers that came through the area. The third was the mortuary and crematory, and the fourth was the Junction Diner, the only place to get cooked, non-dehydrated food within miles. I got a job there, thinking that a being server would be a great way to collect stories. Even before my first shift, the cook caught my attention. He was maybe only a decade older than myself. He had tattoos on his arms, marking him as part of the Aryan Brotherhood, and his neck had a metal collar around it. This was the story he told me when I asked about the collar.]

 

I was a criminal on Earth that got picked up for the expansion. The state sold me to the mining companies out here as a forced laborer, but I wasn’t well suited for it, so the mining company sold me to Jim, and now I work for him.

[So, you’re like a slave?]

It’s more like a compulsory  work contract. That aside, it really isn’t all that different from a normal job when you really think about it. A lot better than prison though. I work like everyone else and get my meals and bed taken care of. I even get a little stipend to use after my time is up, but for the moment I’m stuck working. Things’ll get better though. The always do.

[What were you in prison for?]

I killed a guy, two guys. Let me just get this out of the way first, before I tell the story: I don’t hate people. Yeah, I get mad at people sometimes, but I don’t hate. I’m not that kind of person. I figure, we all gotta get along to go along, and if we all just leave each other be and have some manners then we’ll all be much happier. Anyways…

It happened back on Earth, I think a good ten years ago, though I don’t really remember. I came home one night to see something you never want to see. The front door was wide open. The whole thing had been kicked in.

I stopped on the street and immediately ran inside. Didn’t think to call the cops. Didn’t even think to turn off the car.

I heard shifting and yelling coming from the bedroom. I ran inside to see two black guys holding my girlfriend against the wall. They hadn’t done anything, yet. I guess it was supposed to be a robbery, but who knows what they would have done. Could have been a lot worse. The police call those “botched robberies”, as if the robbery just happened to turn into a rape or murder. No, some people are just out for that kind of shit. I couldn’t tell the difference then and there.

We kept a baseball bat by the door in case of shit like this, so I picked it up as I came in runnin’. Didn’t even think about it. I just went at them with the bat. Got the first guy in the head, right on the temple. I swung harder than I thought. Knocked him out with one hit, but I didn’t know that. I hit him again two more times. One on the back and the other on his ribs.

I guess after seeing his buddy go down, his friend didn’t want to fight. He just jumped the bed and ran for the door. But, I guess I was still pissed off. That moment is still fuzzy when I think about it. I know it happened, I know I did it, but feels like a dream.

I swung at him, at his head. Knocked him out too. He just collapsed to the floor. I didn’t do anything else after that. I know the media says I did more shit, but they’re liars. I didn’t. I grabbed my girlfriend and we ran out of the house, got in the car. Remember? I left it running. We left and called the police to tell them what happened, and that was all that happened.

That’s not the important part of the story. The real shit came after.

The cops showed up, and we went back home. I explained the situation. They told me I’d need to come with them, and I did. Anytime you kill someone you’re going to get arrested, even in self-defense, even if you’re in the right. The police are going to do it anyways, just in case.

My girlfriend explained that they had broken in the front door. She tried to hold up in the bedroom, but they got in there too. Our stories were both consistent.

Still, I fucked up. We told the cops the truth that I had went after the guy as he was running. You’re not supposed to do that. You can’t shoot a guy in the back, because they ain’t a threat. Gun or bat don’t matter. I was wrong to do that. I realized it then, still do now. If I could go back in time I would have stopped myself and avoided everything after that night…

The police questioned me, and I told them everything. It was all meant in self-defense. Problem was, I not only knocked them both out, I had had actually killed them. That made the charges potentially pretty severe. I argued that I had thought there might have been more of them, or he could have been running to get a weapon. That didn’t really fly. I know now that killing him was wrong, but I had no way to stop myself. I wasn’t completely in control. When I told the cops that, then they began to understand and take it easy. When they let me go that night, I figured that’d be that.

But, it must have been a slow news week or something, ‘cause my story eventually got to the media. Then, after a bit, the national news picked it up. They ran the story that two black men had been brutally beaten and killed by a white homeowner. They drove home the part that I had killed one of them that tried to get away. Granted, it was true, but it wasn’t the whole story.

That sparked a whole line of questioning if it was truly a home invasion at all. They went from: here are two potential murderers, to two robbers, to two potential robbers. They softened those two up, said they were “potential” because technically they hadn’t stolen anything yet. Yeah, true I guess, in that if you’re just planning to kill someone you aren’t technically a murderer yet, but whatever.

The story blew up, all over the country. It was all anyone talked about for a week. All the news people would ask: “Why didn’t the police arrest him?” But they did. They did arrest me. “Now he’s walking the streets a free man.” They made it sound like I was a monster, and that the police were monsters too.

…I really didn’t mean to kill them either. I just wanted them gone, and I had a bat, so it was like two plus two. There wasn’t any intent to kill them. It just sort of happened.

But nobody cared about my side of the story. The story was white man kills blacks, and how the majority-white police force did nothing. It was the perfect bait for my prosecutor, Carolyn Vance… Fucking bitch. She took the case because she wanted fame and attention, that’s all. She would have put those two guys away for life if public opinion went the other way.

She reopened the investigation and brought me up on charges. I was arrested again and sent to jail, at least until everything could be sorted out. In there, I didn’t really know what was going on with the news coverage.

I learned later on that they were doing everything in their power to smear me. They looked up my entire history and went through it for anything racist or bigoted. They found people I knew way back in High School and asked them, “Did Curtis ever show indicators of being a racist, or harboring hated toward People of Color?”

While I was in jail, my girlfriend said that they were asking her the same questions, and that they were going after my family too. She was starting to get death threats. Somehow our home address was leaked. She told me she was staying with family.

Those two black guys, it turned out they had long criminal records, but that didn’t matter ‘cause nobody said anything about it. The news had their families on TV, showed their funerals, showed them crying, all that shit.

At that point, I wasn’t going to have a fair trial. It actually took more time to find an impartial jury than to have the trial itself. And the crazy part was, I was let go on that night. The police who deal with this kind of stuff all the time let me go because they knew it was all just self-defense and a loss of self-control, no more or less.

But when it came time to put them on the stand, they changed their story. I guess when a state police officer is on the stand in front of a state prosecutor, they can do that.

The whole story was messed up. Do you know what it’s like to have that happen to ya? Maybe not that exactly, but something like it? Like, your coworkers misheard something you said, or thought you did something you didn’t. You get this fire in your chest ‘cause you want to set their minds right. You wanna tell them the truth. The whole trial, and all the media shit, it was like that times a million. I felt like the whole world didn’t know who I really was, and that really fucks with your head.

It’s like, all these people, thousands, millions of them, are they wrong, or am I just wrong? I was there. I know what happened, but everyone else doesn’t think so. Is it them or me? You begin to doubt yourself. You doubt your memories. You doubt your sanity. You begin to lose it. I didn’t know what was real anymore.

Maybe that was why I couldn’t really explain myself during the trial. I told ‘em I didn’t mean it. I told ‘em if I could go back in time I’d do it all different. I didn’t hate black people. I wasn’t a racist. That was all after they upped the charges.

Sorry, I’m getting some of this out of order. It’s kind of easy to do when the whole thing doesn’t seem real.

In any case, the prosecutor brought in the FBI for a hate crime investigation. It wasn’t enough that I was being charged with murder. Now, it had to be racially motivated. Yeah, in a sane world I could see manslaughter, but that was ridiculous.

My lawyers tried to argue otherwise, but it was all starting to crumble. I had one witness: my girlfriend. She told them everything that happened, to a T. But then they had mountains of “social media” evidence that I was a racist. It was all bullshit. What I think really happened was that they had a bunch of pressure to see me go to jail and had no real evidence. But they couldn’t backtrack after that point, not with what the news said about me. They were stuck between a rock and a hard place, but they were probably betting that I’d crack.

…The whole thing was fucked up. After we got a jury, we had the trial. They called in experts on things that I didn’t even know existed; psychologists that study racial prejudice. They threw everything at the wall hoping it would stick. Meanwhile, all I could do was say my story, over and over. That was all I had.

I can’t really be sure how it happened. Maybe I had too much faith in telling the truth, or maybe I did crack and just didn’t know it. Sure didn’t see the guilty verdict coming, and when it came I thought to myself: no, this is just a dream. This can’t be real. Stuff like this doesn’t actually happen, does it?

After that, the whole sentencing trial was a blur. Can’t tell you much about it, but in the end I got sixty years, no parole, maximum security. I’d be near ninety by the time I’d get out. I’d never get married. I’d never have a family. My parents would die with me in prison and I would never get to see them one last time, not without glass between us. I couldn’t believe it, because if I did believe it then I’d want to kill myself.

It just didn’t seem real, you know? The system is supposed to work and make sure no innocent men go to jail, and I truly felt like I was innocent. Yeah, I had regrets about what I did, but I didn’t think I was guilty. I would have rather done something different, but I know that in my heart of hearts had I not done what I did then my girlfriend might have been raped, or killed. I’d rather make a mistake preventing that then letting it happen…

Anyways…

I went to prison. In there, you can’t make it on your own without a group to protect you. Since I had killed two black guys, it meant the blacks in jail were going to kill me once they found out what I did. I wasn’t Latino or Asian, so I had to run with the whites. You know the type, right? The skinheads and bikers. We didn’t have white collar criminals in that place.

The thing was, I didn’t give a shit about race before I went to prison. I wasn’t racist. I know the media tried to make me look like one, but honestly I had more important stuff to worry about back then, like my work and my debts. If you were a decent person then you were a decent person no matter what skin color.

But I tell you what, once I got to prison I sure as hell was racist. When you see those fucking savages in there it changes things. When all the other races are against you and the only people who have your back are white like you then yeah you’re going to be more aware of it.

That’s the irony. The media, the courts, whoever, they were all trying to pin me as a racist, and they worked so hard at it that they succeeded. They got what they wanted. I fucking hate them. I don’t want to, but I do…

…Really, all I wanted was my life back, to live on with my girlfriend as if that night was just a bad thing that happened a long time ago, and we only just remember it every once in a while. I… was going to marry that girl. I’m sure she’s with someone else now. Probably has kids. I don’t know because we haven’t talked since maybe a year or two after the sentencing. God, how long has it been?

I must have spent years in that place before Asgard’s recruiters started coming by. I guess they looked hard enough at my file to realize the whole trial had been a sham. At least someone did. No parole officer would.

Despite the severity of the crime, they were able to offer me a work contract. Yeah, I guess they were that desperate for meat, and I guess the progressive society of Earth didn’t want me anymore. Well fuck if I didn’t cry myself to sleep over that decision. I took the contract without thinking twice, because even when working my ass off for basically a few cents an hour it still beats sitting in that cage with all those animals. At least here I can get some fresh air and sun.

In truth, it ain’t that bad. It’s work, like any other work. I don’t get whipped or tortured, not unless I try to kill someone again, or escape, which I’m not gonna do, not at this age. I get paid a little stipend. Like I said, my room and meals are taken care of, granted that I work. When I think about it, even just getting a few bucks a week means I’ll get a decent enough lump sum by the end. It should be enough to retire on, at least for a few years before I eat it, assuming I don’t eat it on the way. That’s a blessing not many Earthers even have anymore.

 

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New Post on Social Matter: The Left, the Collapsing Star

My first post to Social Matter: The Left, the Collapsing Star

 

“Since the left contains diverse demographics all in a race to the bottom of their own respective victim narratives, there is now an environment of near-zero loyalty as the different factions all fight against each other for power. You can see this as #BlackLivesMatter derides white middle class feminists. It can be seen in how the T is trying to expel the G of the LGBT, because even white gay men have too much privilege. Blacks see whites as having white privilege, while women see men as having male privilege, and so Tyrone of BLM and Denise of feminism will eventually clash over which side gets the greater benefits.

For a long time, we have viewed the left as this all-expanding force, moving the Overton Window ever further to the left with each passing decade. I think we have all come to assume that accelerating leftism is inevitable. Their legions are too vast and their control of the cultural narrative is too tight.

I believe what we’re seeing now with the left is analogous to a dying star. More groups enter the left, it gains further power, until the day when it finally becomes unstable and collapses in on itself, though not through gravity, but from infighting.”

 

Read the rest at: socialmatter.net/2016/04/25/the-left-the-collapsing-star/

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How Lifestyle and Persona Striving Explain SJW’s in Tech

In a previous post, I explained akinokure’s hypothesis on the 3 different variants of strivers:

Career Strivers focus on money as a display of status.

Lifestyle Strivers focus on their hobbies and trends as a display of status.

Persona Strivers focus on their personality, uniqueness, or “special snowflake”-isms as a display of status and individuality.

 

I believe that the three different types of strivers help expand on how SJW’s are entering and leeching off the tech fields.

 

When you look at tech, you’re looking at career strivers. Most of these strivers became programmers and developers to make money, instead of going to school for “marketing” or some other bullshit degree which would have resulted in a lot more tail. There isn’t much glamor to being a programmer or a network engineer compared to say a musician or photographer.

 

They figure they’ll gain status by landing a good job with six figures, and getting the girl by providing the giant house that comes with that salary. When it comes to competing with others, the careerist programmer does so by their work, either the product of that work or their paycheck from it. They generally know they’re on the lower rungs on the social ladder, so they don’t bother with competing against others in the arena of fads or social trends. It’s always down to brass tacks with them.

 

They generally are the Myers-Briggs types to not really care about the privilege or oppression narratives that SJW’s preach. If the topic doesn’t involve getting the project done faster and better, then a career striver is going to consider it a waste of time and money.

 

Actually, the careerists are more likely to be reactionaries, or just generally too smart for Social Justice. These guys are pragmatic and logical – since you have to be in that line of work. Because Social Justice doesn’t offer them anything and comes with heaps of inconsistencies, they’re going to generally avoid, or even outright hate it.

 

The Codes of Conduct, and privilege lessons, and sexual harassment stuff don’t come from them, but this is where the Social Justice Warriors enters the stage.

 

The two groups espouse completely different live values. While one values both financial security and the work needed to accomplish it, the other group values status and moral superiority. Get it out of your mind that techies and SJW’s are playing the same game on the same ball-field. They’re not.

 

Social status is the goal-post of the SJW’s, not wealth. If they truly wanted wealth, then they would not have taken the easy class in Oppression Studies. Much to the contrary, they don’t want to be seen as the tech nerd who works 10 hours a day in the shade of their cubicle, but instead as a trendy, geeky hipster who’s “doing their part” to make the world a better place (but not by actually providing value through coding or development or engineering).

 

The tech industry is one of the only remaining productive outputs of the American economy, if you don’t count Hollywood. The SJW’s realize that tech is the last great business venture in the western world, and while they might not want wealth, the status of the tech industry calls to them. That ability for technology to touch everyone’s lives, and the way it can shift people’s minds, are what makes technology attractive to the SJW. They see tech as merely another way to spread social justice values; all the technical stuff is secondary to their crusade.

 

One problem: they can’t code, which means they’re basically useless in the eyes of career strivers. To get in, they need to blend in. They attend the basic classes and cons, or invent new labels for themselves like “Social Media Guru” or some other garbage term which seems techy enough not to raise some obvious flags. They can talk the talk, a little. They might be able to walk the walk, a little, but their main goal is any foothold of perceived authority.

 

Once they are welcomed into the community, their power is still in the wind, so they make themselves “useful” by using their social justice “expertise” to outline a problem that doesn’t exist, and oh-so humbly suggest solutions to the alleged problem, whilst also making themselves appear as the only one capable of solving it.

 

“Tech has a white male/diversity/sexism problem,” they claim, “I propose a code of conduct, that I have written (which gives me sole power of authority but really you should skip that part). It will make our community better [citation needed], welcome more diverse folks to coding [citation needed], and make better code because of that diversity [citation needed].”

 

They may try to appeal to the careerist’s sensibilities in upping the value of the product or promoting synergy of the workplace, but the actual intent is to wrestle control out of the hands of the careerists. The SJW’s want power over others, and because they can’t do that via skill they do so by moral authority. However, the justification for their actions is based on a lie. There actually was no diversity problem to begin with.

 

Those dreaded white cis nerds are careerists, and careerists would take literally anyone who has the chops to do the work right. It doesn’t matter if you’re a quadruple amputee who speaks by blowing a kazoo stuck in your nose so long as you don’t produce a broken product. In the end, money is still money. Careerists don’t care who or what you are so long as the careerist themselves can keep working and generating income. Everything else is superfluous, including being racist/sexist, and including Social Justice.

 

The SJW’s in tech are merely snake oil salesmen, looking for another mark. They want you to buy into the idea that they’re useful when they’re really parasites. The only thing they truly have to offer is the façade of social justice, the faux aura of expertise, and the fake conviction of their proclamations, all in an effort to forward their own personal pseudo-careers, and they’re banking on the hope that no one calls their bluff. The good news is that their supposed authority is indeed that: supposed.

 

If the careerists in tech were to see past their lies and empty assurances, then the SJW would be revealed as merely a useless entity at best, and a destructive distraction at worst. The sooner people realize this, the sooner SJW’s lose their power.

 

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Even if the SJW’s Win, They’ll Lose

Yuri Bezmenov was a KGB informant and journalist who later defected to Canada during the cold war. In an interview, he was asked what would happen to all leftists, hippies, and other Marxist/Leninist types in United States and Canada if their utopian vision were to ever come true. He said:

 

“Simply because the psychological shock when they will see in future what the beautiful society of equality and social justice means in practice, obviously they will revolt. They will be very unhappy frustrated people, and Marxist-Leninist regime does not tolerate these people. Obviously, they will join the ranks of dissenters; dissidents. Unlike the present United States, there will be no place for dissent in future Marxist-Leninist America. You can get popular like Daniel Elsburg and filthy rich like Jane Fonda for being a dissident, for criticizing your Pentagon. In future these people will simply be squashed like cockroaches for criticizing the government. Nobody is going to pay them nothing for their beautiful, noble ideas of equality. This they don’t understand and it will be the greatest shock for them, of course.”

 

Social Justice Warriors don’t realize many things, but primarily what they don’t understand is the dynamics of power. Just because the system itself allows SJW’s to protest, and even occasionally bleats some SJW/Progressive tropes themselves, doesn’t mean that the system is for them. The attributes that SJW’s posses, like their disaffection of the current system, and their quickness to outrage are only mere tools to be manipulated by greater powers. If SJW’s exist, it is because they useful. Once that usefulness changes, they face the risk of annihilation. If history is any indication, then the SJW’s success will ultimately be their undoing, because when the war is over, the warrior becomes a liability.

 

The Establishment is a master of jujitsu. They have the power to turn a rival group’s energy around to serve the Establishment’s ends, like you saw with Occupy Wall Street and the Tea Party (both were co-opted by their masters, the PC progressives and the Republican establishment respectively). The SJW’s aren’t a threat to them right now, because the SJW’s are directed to attack the Establishment’s competition.

 

But let’s assume that through the Establishment wheeling’s and dealings, they eventually give the SJW’s the world they desire. Perhaps as payment, or perhaps as a ploy to pacify them, but nevertheless the SJW’s get what they want. They will get their revolution. The problem is that no matter what this world looks like after the change it will still be run by an Establishment, and although perhaps a different Establishment, an Establishment nonetheless.

 

The SJW foot soldiers who fought for the new world will see that, despite all their work, the new world will still have rulers, and that they themselves will not be those rulers. Class divisions will still exist because a progressive utopia doesn’t prevent the elites from amassing ridiculous amounts of wealth. Yes, the progressives say otherwise, but this has never, ever, in the history of the world, been the case.

 

Racism and sexism will still exist, because people will still make judgments and see patterns. There will still be some form on inequality between the abled and less abled because it is inherent to the natural order. And despite all the effort the SJW’s put forward the challenge the old rules, they will find the new rules not to their liking.

 

They will feel used. They will feel as if all their struggle had been for nothing. They will therefore become the most outspoken dissenters of the new regime, and thus the regime’s biggest threat.

 

The SJW’s will become like Al-Qaida. The terrorist group known as Al-Qaida was used by the United States as an proxy force to fight the Soviet Union invading Afghanistan. Because the US provided training and weapons, Al-Qaida completed their mission, pushed back the Soviets, but then turned on their former masters. They became enemy #1 to the United States only a few decades after being a secured ally in the region.

 

If you are the new Establishment, you cannot allow this to happen. After the revolution, the Establishment will see all the SJW’s who brought them to power as now liabilities to the new order, and they will be eliminated.

 

This has happened over and over throughout history when groups like Communists came to power. Stalin not only killed his enemies, but also the allies that might stab him in the back. When Mao gained power, he did the same. The infighting between Marxists in East Asia and Africa showed the exact trend. For revolutionaries, the revolution never ends. They live in a perpetual dimension of conflict, where just because you win, doesn’t mean you don’t get executed.

 

Let this be a warning to the SJW’s and activists with delusions of grandeur. The cis-hetero-white-supremacist-patriarchy may be the target in this conflict, but in the next one, the target will be you.

 

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No More Guilt

Too many guys these days, especially younger ones, succumb to the fairytales of the left and end up breaking themselves down for supposed privileges they have, or alleged wrongdoings their ancestors made.

 

All it amounts to is another form of original sin to bludgeon you over the head with and make you in debt to others for no actual crime. Guys get chastised for being men, for being white, for being straight, for simply being. If you are a young man who is just developing a sense of self and self-esteem, and even some confidence, you’re going to be hit hard by these allegations. It’s difficult enough to form your own sense of self in the turbulent times of adolescence without the added pressure of every minority and advocate berating you for nothing you, yourself have ever done.

 

It’s no surprise that many young men crumble against these tactics. They supplicate and capitulate in order make amends for things they haven’t done, losing their confidence, their self-esteem, and their essence in the process.

 

In an ironic twist, slaves in ages past may have had chains around them, but many couldn’t be broken in spirit, while the descendants of the supposed slavers are broken psychologically so that they don’t even need chains. It is one thing to want freedom, but it’s another thing to stomp one’s will so far that it leaves them without the ability to conceptualize freedom. A slave can be set free, but one trapped in the mind is forever lost. That is what it’s important to never surrender in the first place.

 

Social Justice heaps criticisms on the White Straight Cisgender Male, accounting for privilege to an absurd degree that there is no way one can win even by playing by all their rules, because the rules themselves are contradictory.

 

In fact, those that craft the ideology don’t want you to follow the rules. They don’t want you to express any agency over your life whatsoever, because they know your individual submission won’t solve the world’s problems. Your personal sacrifice won’t make the typical tumblrina better as an individual. Instead, the makers of these ideologies simply want to control you the same way a conman controls you – by making it seem as if you owe them for something. That way, you’ll do whatever they ask.

 

But the one thing Social Justice Advocates don’t want you to know is that their entire shtick, like the con-artist, relies on your compliance.

 

There is nothing they can physically do to make you submit. They can yell and shame, and scream all they want, but they cannot force it on you. You have to take it upon yourself to accept the debt that they give you. It is entirely your choice. You don’t have to, and you shouldn’t. Keep your pride and wave away such things because you will ruin yourself otherwise.

 

If you are white, simply look at history. The crimes that your ancestors supposedly committed are not exclusive to your race or ancestry. Slavery, for example, was practiced throughout all of history, whether it be from primitive tribes in the jungle or for the purposes of building civilization. Whites were not the first slavers, or the worst, but they were the last. And is colonialism only exclusive to whites? All races and civilizations had empires, and some of those empires brutally oppressed their subjects; some did not. If they had the seafaring technology of the Europeans at the time, would China, India, or Persia not do the same thing? Of course they would, because every civilization did so in some capacity. Are their descendants culpable for what their ancestors did?

 

There’s nothing wrong with appreciating your ancestry and heritage. Anyone who says otherwise wants you under their control, and no one but yourself has the power to take away that pride. Let it give you peace and happiness, and allow you to continue to do great things.

 

If you are a man, simply look at your form and body, and what you’re capable of. It is not your fault that nature itself is unequal, and scattered high cards and low between both man and woman. Your strength does not make others weak. Your cunning does not make them slow. Your intellect does not make others stupid. Your advantages, whatever they might be, do not contribute to the disadvantages of others, and know that disadvantaging yourself does not make the disadvantages of others simply go away.

 

 

You don’t owe anyone for anything, except your parents and your ancestors for building your path up to this point. If the society that your ancestors built advantages you, then their work was not a failure, but a success. It was their gift to you and not something to be ashamed of. Just as the Chinese are advantaged and China, and Russians advantaged in Russia, and Brazilians advantaged in Brazil, there is nothing wrong for you to be advantaged in the home of your parents and family.

 

But let’s change gears for a second. What if the left is absolutely right about everything? Ask yourself this: So what?

 

Are their claims, even if true, enough justification to sacrifice your one and only current life to others, who may or may not even deserve it, and who may or may not take advantage of it themselves? If you are given these advantages in life, then isn’t the rational option to utilize them? If you do give up your potential, how is that going to help others? And finally: is there no other way to make change than to tear yourself down in the process?

 

Those are the questions are never asked, and they should be, because doing so highlights the absurdity of the privilege narrative. Yes, people are born with advantages, and some people are advantaged in the region of their birth. But so what? It does not follow that one ought to give up their advantages for simply possessing them.

 

The truth is, those experts in privilege studies don’t want your allegiance, or your contribution, and they don’t want you to be happy; they want you controlled, by your own guilt. It has gotten to the point where you essentially have two choices: appease those who hate you, or be your own man. What is it going to be?

 

“They do not want to own your fortune, they want you to lose it.

They do not want to succeed, they want you to fail.

They do not want to live, they want you to die.

They desire nothing, they hate existence, and they keep running, each trying not to learn that the object of his hatred is himself.”

– John Galt

 

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Postcards from Asgard Episode 3: How the Portals Killed all Nations

Episode 1: Dan’s Story

Episode 2: Yuri’s Story

 

[I had to get to the frontier, but without the portals it was as if the whole planet were 100 years behind Earth. They still used trucks and aircraft to get around. Journeys took days instead of minutes. I asked around why Asgard had no portals when even Mars had them, but got no conclusive answers. Fortunately, I found my ride west by running into a guy named Gary Ogletree – a trucker with a heavy rig heading to the Oblivion Wastes. He’d been a trucker on Earth years ago. So on the way, I asked him how the advent of the portals had affected life on Earth.]

 

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Imagine driving through the night, in a desert, watchin’ the sun come up behind ya, and seein’ all these rocks suddenly appear from all around you, like they’re comin’ out of the shadows. They start turning red and orange. You get to see their bands along the side. They look like the first rocks ever on Earth, like you’ve gone back in time. That was the kind of stuff I got to see truckin’.

That was before your time. Before the portals, you had to ship stuff with trucks, or planes or something. Might be a strange concept to you now, but that was how we did it.

Being a trucker wasn’t easy though. Sometimes you’d break down, if you were stupid. Sometimes you hit bad weather and sometimes you’d hit a shit ton of traffic. Do you even know what traffic is? Yeah, you get the idea, but you’ve probably never seen it.

I bet you haven’t seen most of America either. It ain’t just coasts or the cities. In between there are farms that go further than you could ever see. Prairie with nothing on it but hills. There are mountains that you can see from hundreds of miles away. Deserts and valleys, and big ole’ trees older than America itself. You don’t get that in the cities. It’s a shame your generation grew up with portals.

When the portals first came ‘round nobody noticed the changes. It came real slow. The first ones were these big ass things that gave off tons of radiation. Unless you were made of wood or metal, you’d be dead going through ‘em.

The shipmen were first to the unemployment lines. No point in puttin’ cargo on a boat when you could just, bam, send it from China with a snap. That’s the one time I’ll give those liberal yuppies some credit: they made sure portals were far from people, so we truckers still had work.

Didn’t take long through, maybe a few years, then portals got better. Built them all over the place. Each city had their own to every other city in the US. At that point, it was done for us truckers. You could still make local deliveries but the cross-country routes were rare. Those routes only stuck around ‘cause the little towns couldn’t afford portals.

Honestly, it wasn’t the work changin’ so much that made me leave Earth. You can always find a new job if you wanna work hard. Nah, it was how the people changed. You know, uh, I ain’t racist or nothin’. I mean, I had lots of Black and Mexican friends back on Earth, but, what the portals did… How do I explain it?

Like, years before the portals, I’d see hitchhikers from time to time. They were usually white kids backpacking, or sometimes they’d just be a drifter. Sometimes you’d pick ‘em up, if they were on your route and they didn’t look like a murderer. Usually, they’d be pretty nice people who didn’t give you any trouble.

I don’t remember exactly when it started happening. All I remember was seeing more drifters and hitchhikers than before, and they were different. They weren’t Americans. They were from Somalia, or Ethiopia, and some were from the Middle East. They didn’t speak a word of English, and they just looked at you with this stink eye, like you ran ‘em off the road. Obviously, I wasn’t about to give ‘em a ride.

I eventually found out why: portal security basically collapsed. Poor people from all over the world rushed the portals into our country. Yeah, they had tried passports and checkpoints at first, but unless the government on the other end cooperates then there’s really no point in doin’ it. Security guards couldn’t stop ‘em. Politicians didn’t want to. Whole thing was a shit-show.

You know that story, of the Tower of Babel? Same thing happened with the portals, except they went one step further and shuffled everyone around on the planet. No more nations. No more countries.

When you walked down a city street, you didn’t know if the people around you could speak your language, or if they were from your country, or if they were friendly or not. You didn’t know if some of these guys were criminals, or worse. The guys that were did some pretty nasty shit that you don’t see in America. It put the normal gang-bangers to shame.

At least a normal criminal robs you and runs off. But those guys? They had no fear. They’d attack cops like they’d attack you. They didn’t give a shit.

I always carried a gun while on the road, but after that I kept one on me in sight so the fuckers wouldn’t get any ideas. Funny thing was, if I was walkin’ down the street and one of those fuckin’ yuppies from the Covenants saw me, they’d look at me like I was some kind of gun nut, like I was the problem and not the assholes runnin’ around, killing people with kitchen knifes.

I remember this one time. I think I was driving through, I think it was St. Louis, or maybe it was Kansas City, when a whole group of black guys, not American blacks but Africans, blocked up the highway and were stopping cars, robbing them one by one. No state trooper came by ‘cause of the backup. Not that it’d do any good.

Anyways, I sat there in my truck, watching this go on, and I’m thinkin’ to myself: why doesn’t anyone just shoot these fuckers in the head? Car after car, people just handed them their money, like it was a fucking toll-booth.

I had some guns with me at the time, not like a stash or anything, just the big three: rifle, shotgun, handgun. I wasn’t about to let them fall into these guys’ hands so they’d use ‘em on someone else. So when it came to my turn, I waved my pistol out the window and fired a few shots at em. Not close enough to hit but just enough to scare them off. And they did; they ran.

But when the cops do show up, get this, they track me down and give me a citation for brandishing and discharging a weapon in city limits. Yeah, the cops went after me, a law-abiding citizen for defending himself. But you know what happened to the robbers? Nothing. The cops weren’t able to find ‘em. So, the bad guys got away while the good guy gets punished. It was crazy.

After that, I just stayed away from the cities. Not like I missed much. You’d go on over to Orlando and it’d look like Djibouti or something. You’d be a walk away from London, or Dubai, but it all looked the same: shanty towns, beggars, criminals. No one could talk to each other, no one cared about each other, no one trusted each other, and everyone was just right about to kill each other.

So yeah, I could have found another job doing something else, but you can’t fix that shit. Who is going to send all those people back? And even then, they’d just the portals again. It’s not like the feds would close ’em. Way too much money to be made, and the government’s too stupid to do their damn job. Honestly, as far as I’m concerned, there are no countries on Earth nowadays.

As soon as I found out that Asgard was accepting colonists, I jumped at it. Yeah, the weather sucks during the super-storms, and you can get tore up by a Cheshire, but at least you can plan for those. Better than walking down the street on Earth and getting stabbed in the throat out of the blue.

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Social Justice Warriors suck Pt 4: There is no Justice in Social Justice

For all their talk of “justice”, the people who call themselves Social Justice Warriors cannot dispense justice primarily because they lack the ability for moral/ethical calculations. These calculations, when used in the pursuit of justice, require one to look at the objective (or near objective) harm that an action causes based on those principles, then choose an appropriate, equivalent punishment. If the punishment is too harsh for the crime, as in we kill a child for stealing some candy, then justice is not served. If the punishment is too lenient, such as giving someone probation for out and out murder, then justice still isn’t served. Justice is about coming to balance between the harm caused in the crime and the harm inflicted by punishment.

 

The problem is, SJW’s don’t seem to appropriately weigh the harm in any crime or punishment. They overblow the perceived harm that others cause and ignore the harm they themselves inflict in return. This leads them to not only taking an eye for an eye, but taking an eye, a tooth, a finger and a kidney, for an eye.

 

This video is pretty old at this point, but it is a clear example of what I mean. This man’s indiscretion was using the word nigger and other racial slurs. Despite the fact that he was rude and incited a great deal of anger, ask yourself: What physical harm has he done?

 

First off, he didn’t cause any personal violence or property damage; all he said were words, words that hurt feelings, but that’s about it. Those words didn’t cast a magic spell, causing an avalanche or tidal wave or earthquake someone else in the world. Those words aren’t going to give someone cancer or cause a heart attack. Those words aren’t going to invoke the wrath of God to destroy the Earth, or, when broadcast into space, summon an alien invasion. Truly, the only thing those words cause are some hurt feelings.

 

Now, that doesn’t make saying these words acceptable, because manners, but at the end of the day there is little to no harm caused by these words. Life will go on. The Earth will still turn. The Sun will still burn.

 

In response, Social Justice Warriors sought out this man’s private information, informed his employer and got him fired, thereby causing him actual financial harm. The SJW’s then pursued the issue further and enacted a McCarthian-style interrogation against the employer on the grounds that “if there was one racist working there, who knows how many others still work there?”

 

On one hand, we have a few words spoken, causing harm to the degree of hurt feelings, while on the other we have a man who lost his job and a company that now faces the mob’s wrath. This isn’t justice, for justice would have been to inflict the equivalent punishment to the severity of the crime. Since his words did essentially nothing but break good etiquette, a scolding would have sufficed. Anything beyond that isn’t justice; it’s vengeance.

 

You can see this over and over when the SJW witch-hunt goes into full swing.

 

When two PUA’s were outed as coffee shop owners in in North Carolina, the crime they were accused of was having consensual sex with many women and talking anonymously about it. The harm they caused: none. The resulting punishment was publicly shaming them and causing them to lose their business, which would have been effectively no different than a mob boss extorting them for money.

 

When a Nobel Prize-winning scientist said an admittedly lame joke, the harm he caused was essentially nothing, but the punishment the SJW’s inflicted caused him to lose his job and reputation.

 

When a high-schooler criticized the University of Missouri and questioned the Michael Brown incident alongside an article offering a counter-opinion to his, the harm he caused was, again, essentially nothing, but now he has received death threats to such a degree that his family must hire an attorney.

 

For words, a man loses his job. For words, two men lose their business. For words, another man loses his scientific career. And for words, a young boy faces death threats and potential violence.

 

Over and over, example after example, we see Social “Justice” Warriors punishing people with such severity that it would make the Inquisition gag. Why is this?

 

Social “Justice” Warriors don’t know how to judge the severity of indiscretions because they have no moral, ethical, philosophical or religious principles to act as compass to guide them. I mean, you never hear SJW’s talk philosophy, only ideology: “Does preferring cishet women mean I’m transphobic?” Political Correctness is their ruling dogma, and PC treats social misdemeanors as cosmic felonies.

 

Second, SJW’s don’t have the self-awareness to critically look at their own actions to know whether their individual behavior is acceptable or not. Self-awareness requires some degree of reflection and even self-criticism, but SJW’s are more likely to blame everything else about the world for things going wrong rather than identifying their own flaws. If they didn’t, they wouldn’t be SJW’s.

 

Along with lacking an awareness of themselves, they also lack awareness of others. Yes, all their moralizing aside, they seem to be unable to genuinely put themselves in someone else’s shoes to try to understand them, and thus understand how their punishment is going to affect others. “Try to understand a racist? Yeah right, shitlord. I already know you’re a horrible person.” It’s hard to get justice right when you don’t understand how actions will affect victims and criminals alike.

 

The only things the Social Justice Warrior has to guide them are feelings, feelings which have turned ultra-sensitive thanks to their PC ideology. If they feel something is wrong then it is wrong. If something feels really wrong then it must be really wrong, whether or not it actually causes any harm in reality. Nevertheless, the SJW will always use their personal anger as sole justification to attack. Add more SJW’s to the mix and you dilute responsibility through mob mentality: “It wasn’t me. Everyone else was doing it too!”

 

They initially demand an apology and publicly shame the criminal, but, because SJW’s are driven by feelings, they won’t stop until they feel better. Unfortunately, apologies don’t make them feel better. They’re still mad, so the SJW keeps turning the knife. The criminal resigning from their job doesn’t make the SJW feel better, so they go after the person’s family and friends. They make death threats, rape threats, censor and dox until their feelings are finally satiated after another life is torn apart.

 

It is a child’s version of justice, in which: I get to hurt you until I feel better. If the whole world worked like this way then every person would try to punish and out-punish everyone else, upping the severity of each reaction. This is not how to settle disputes in an orderly society, but it is a great way to tear everything to rubble.

 

Would you like to know more:

Why Social Justice Warriors Suck Part 1: Characters Without a Story

Why Social Justice Warriors Suck Part 2: Ruining Dinner Parties… And Everything Else

Why Social Justice Warriors Suck Part 3: The Cowardice of Bullies

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