I was in a hurry in early August. There wasn’t much time, but I absolutely had to get a new polo for an upcoming event and would be out of place without one. If I had used a little more discipline and forethought, I would have visited Target (no bully on the tranny bathroom boycott). Instead, nostalgia got the better of me and I decided to shop at what’s left of Virginia Center Commons (VCC). Once the premier mall of Central Virginia, VCC can now only be described as a wretched hive of scum and villainy. Even in the daylight, I needed to be cautious.
In many significant ways, this epoch is different from all others. For example, the pervasive phone-zombie disorder or levels of degeneracy that would have appalled the citizens of Sodom & Gomorrah. But, in terms of the average person’s ability to notice important things and do some critical thinking for themselves, I suspect the population is much as it has always been. One of the principal reasons we’re considered “fringe” is the simple fact that the average person is a “rube” or “sheep” to the extent that they’re even paying attention to existential issues at all.
I’m around normies way too often. I’m increasingly shocked by their utter idiocy on a daily basis. I’m not talking about them driving the wrong way down a one-way-street, but their severe lack of knowledge on the most basic topics and concepts. To be fair, many of these issues have been thoroughly manipulated by Current Year dogma, but with a smart phone it takes literally seconds to confirm basic common sense. The Eternal Normie is so gaslit and asleep that I wouldn’t be shocked if one challenged me that the sky was blue. Some examples from recent days.
One of the many pathologies of 21st Century America that was illustrated by the events of Charlottesville is the utter cluelessness and/or cowardice of the average normie. Any of you who have spent any amount of time discussing politics, philosophy, or religion with normies know exactly what I’m talking about. The empty slogans, thought-free virtue signaling, and knee-jerk patriotism can almost be too much to take even during relatively peaceful times. The past few weeks, however, have been particularly black-pilling and enraging.
In the lead up to any confrontation, combatants find themselves having to differentiate between a few subsets of groups within the wider population. These can be classified, with a fairly broad brush, as Allies, Enemies, and the Disaffected. Traditionally, uniforms have made the distinction between the first two pretty darn clear, but that third group has always been troublesome. Their sympathies, should they even have any, may lie with one or the other, and it takes more than casual interaction to determine which.