Identity politics are rubbish. Nothing more than an echo chamber of voices belonging to souls unwilling to embrace their uniqueness, they hinder progress for humanity as a whole. We should celebrate uniqueness, not sameness, and movements in the name of sameness inherently restrict an individual’s uniqueness.
It’s been a while since I’ve written anything. I’ve been focused on other side projects and, frankly, have had little informative or otherwise entertaining to say. The hosting for the website has been renewed for an additional two years, however, so this site will remain a resource even if I have nothing new to say. For my longtime readers, thanks for bearing with me during my creative drought. That said, let’s jump in for a rant that I’ve had bubbling for quite a while now.
If you believe yourself to be a victim, you will be. It is a self-fulfilling prophecy. I’m so exhausted from those around me in varying degrees of closeness complaining that their life seemingly won’t improve. No shit, Sherlock. If one is so enthralled with the notion of failure or victimhood that they will not consider anything as an alternative, then that is exactly what they will receive in life.
I loathe writing posts on the maturation and mindfulness that I’ve acquired in recent years. The reason for this is that I do not want the reader to frame these posts under the romanticized light of redemption. When I think of redemption, I think of love stories where someone cleans up their act in order to be welcomed back with open arms by a paramour. Or, I think about the mythical hero of the day, throwing away their background and the odds in order to heroically save those around him. These are tired tropes. I would propose that the antisocial is beyond redemption but not necessarily for the reasons you may think.
A man is born to harm, a man and a friend can harm more effectively, and a group of men united in cause can harm with an efficiency that no machine will ever reach, as the vortex will swallow all. Like sharks surging toward blood on the water, the mob does not care if they care, only that righteous punishment is inflicted on those unlucky enough to be in their sights. As long as man remains a social creature, this vicious cycle will repeat ad infinitum for any cause that the human mind can imagine. Radical vegans, antifa, Islamic extremists, politicians, ordinary men, and all in between celebrate their in-groups as they drag the waters for the bodies of “them” they’ve cast aside. Blood-stained hands and encephalitic masses will dance so long as they celebrate our own. Reject and reform, we must abandon our own.
Both in the spirit of helping other up-and-coming writers and in sharing articles worth reading, I would like my readership to read the following post from a good friend of mine dealing with the dangers of diagnosing another from far away, especially when it comes to targets of high visibility. Read Mr. Schneider’s post, and we’ll continue from there.
Read it? Great. Let’s continue his train of thought, but from an antisocial perspective. What harm is there in diagnosing someone as antisocial (or narcissistic in the case of the linked article) from afar? After all, we know what sheep look like and we know what wolves look like, so if something looks like a wolf, does it truly matter if we are up close or in safety when calling a wolf a wolf? Well, there are the ethical concerns of doing as much, and then there are the practical concerns inherent to such a process. We shall start with the ethical concerns and wrap up this post with the practicality of calling wolves, wolves.