Culture Wars: Then and Now

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(Replies to Nev):

I grew up in a secular household, so I never understood where people were coming from with the religious stuff. And things were pretty bad when I was a kid, as far as people throwing Christianity into your face. About as bad as it is now with Islam, although the crusaders of my childhood were generally non-violent.

Tay and I grew up during America’s last culture war, when people felt threatened by *legitimate* social progress and were trying to impose what essentially amounted to conservative Christian values upon others — even though it wasn’t so simple as religious vs. secular or left vs. right.

Al Gore and his wife — believe it or not — were at the forefront of those who wanted to use government censorship to keep subversive, Satanic ideas from working their way into the minds of young people. The Evangelicals were with him, unsurprisingly. But non-churchgoers and the moderately religious were not.

The same sort of media-driven outrage you see now was going on back then, only they were playing up the divide by stoking outrage over traditional “American” (i.e., conservative) values, even though the media back then was almost as left-wing as it is now.

It was about ratings — for the networks, at least. For the average Joe, it was about religion, and for the politicians, it was about political power. Both the Dems and the GOP wanted to secure their share of thr Evangelical vote, which back then was pretty evenly split.

The crusaders ultimately took it too far. People (especially young people) rebelled — hardcore. The concept of America as a judeo-Christian nation slowly began to die, except in the minds of the Evangelicals.

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[DISCORD] Re: Hilarious Feminist Redirect Cringe

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It’s a common tactic with the Regressive Left. They actually taught us how to “redirect” in a gen ed communications class I took in college. They claimed it was a “debate tactic”.

Only back then there was actually some finesse involved. You look at young leftists these days like this brave womxn and AOC, and it becomes obvious that no one has even bothered to instruct them. They simply ignore inconvenient questions and come out with their prepackaged soundbites.

NPCs at their finest. Which is probably why I am now able to watch this womxn and laugh. A few months ago, that wouldn’t have been the case.

[Tay] can vouch for me on that. He’s been subjected to more of my feminism-is-cancer rants than any of you guys.

Feminism is an ideology that has nothing to do with women’s rights. Womyn are simply convenient tools for these neo-Marxists to achieve their vision of an identity-based caste system of goodthinking minority womyn on top and cis white males — and “gender traitors” — on the bottom.

Celebrities have made feminism seem sexy, and the mainstream media has been sugarcoating the inherent racism and misogyny of it all, but feminism’s worst enablers have been ordinary people who say, “The don’t mean that literally,” and “Not all feminists…”

Regressive Friends

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I grew up in the wealthiest county in America.  Doesn’t mean we were filthy rich (upper middle class), but I never lacked for anything that could be paid for in cash.

Most of my friends from junior high on came from extremely wealthy and/or influential families.  Hardly any of it was “old” money — most of my friends had at least one parent or grandparent who came from a working-class family.  Some of their parents immigrated here (legally) from impoverished nations.  One even came here as a refugee.

Parents generally want their children to have the best things in life.  These parents were no exception.

My friends were denied nothing. Many of them were given cellphones and credit cards before they were old enough to drive. 16th birthday present?  New car was standard.

Most of my friends went off to expensive private colleges.  Few of them lasted beyond the first couple of semesters.

The ones who did manage to finish college all have masters degrees in either social work or education.  Make of that what you will.

Those who left school generally remained unemployed throughout their twenties, still living off of (but not with) their parents.  Their parents paid their rent, their bills, and (unwittingly) for their drugs.  A few of them were gifted townhouses or fancy condos.

They couldn’t find jobs because they never bothered to look.  They advocated for universal healthcare because they knew it was only a matter of time before they’d be kicked off of their parents’ plans.

The girls got involved with left-wing activism early on because it was trendy to call yourself a feminist.  The guys got involved much later (around the time of Occupy Wall Street) once they realized prestige couldn’t be siphoned off as easily as cash.

We were the kids who were told we could be whatever we wanted to in life — regardless of race, sex, sexual orientation, or ethnicity.  We believed it, and we filled our heads with such wonderful dreams.

The part they left out was that those dreams wouldn’t simply be handed to us by some surrogate parental entity — we’d have to work towards them, and success is never a guarantee in life.

My friends aren’t stupid.  A lot of them are highly-intelligent people.  I think deep down they realize where they messed up, only the sense of shame is more than they can bear.

And so they fall back on their intelligence — see themselves as the enlightened, intellectual elite — as if IQ alone were something to be proud of.  (I have far greater respect for a mentally-challenged individual who can hold down a job than I have for a worthless genius.)

Disagree with them and you are ignorant.  Or bigoted.  Or simply blinded by your own privilege (or by a lack thereof).

It’s far easier to blame one’s own failures on an oppressive, capitalistic, patriarchal system than it is to re-examine one’s own life choices.  And it’s far easier to smear someone you disagree with as racist, sexist, homophobic, etc. than it is to address their ideas directly — particularly on issues of economics.

Which is why everyone right-of-left these days is automatically racist, sexist, homophobic, etc. — regardless of their race, sex, sexual orientation, etc.

 

[FACEBOOK] Female Genital Mutilation

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I started to respond to this post early this morning, only then I decided not to derail the conversation.  Not on this. But the Stan Lee thing has me sufficiently pissed that I’m posting this on my own wall.

I got mixed up with feminism in college.  I gradually figured out what they were really about, but I stuck around anyway for reasons that would only make sense to an 18-year-old.

The final straw came after somebody in Women’s Co gave a presentation on female genital mutilation.

It was accurate and well presented.  Everyone made the appropriate noises of indignation, and the talking stick (or whatever the hell it was called) was passed around so we could all take turns virtue signaling our disapproval.

Everything went pretty much as you would have expected. That is, until the stick reached the last girl, who reminded us of our duty to be respectful of other cultures.

One by one, “minds” changed.

I used to compare it to the Wave at a sporting event — the way the same blank expression seemed to slide from one face to the next.

I now realize that the most accurate way of explaining what happened is in terms of the NPC meme.  As soon as the command ‘cultural lens’ was initiated, the moral relativity programming clicked in, and even the girl who gave the presentation had little choice but to agree that WE had no right to judge.

That was it for me. I was finished.  Feminism is an evil ideology rooted in Marxism and hate and has NOTHING to do with gender equality.


👉 PART II 👈


My Father the Hero

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Yesterday I ventured out into the great outdoors — as opposed to the lesser outdoors between my front door and the top of the stairs, which I visit regularly while seeing my kid off to school.

There was a thing for my dad, and a lot of relatives showed up, including a few I had not even known existed whom I am related to in ways that remain as lost to me as their names.

There was a lady who was not actually a relative, but is nevertheless considered more of a relative than most blood relatives — who aren’t actually MY blood relatives because I am in fact adopted.  (Also a Russian bot.)  She fussed over me and held my water bottle, and for this service I shall remain eternally grateful.

There were cake pops, exactly two dozen of which I managed to take home with me because red velvet and white chocolate were being heavily discriminated against.  (NOTE: The red velvets proved unworthy of rescue.)

There were also over a hundred people who were even less related to me than the cake pops and relatives.  None of these people were Russian bots; all of them had gathered to honor my dad in ways I never would have imagined possible.

I learned yesterday that my dad is a hero — a legitimate American hero.  The stories I heard about him were so incredible, I am still struggling to process it all.

Never in a million years would I have guessed the extent of what he’s managed to accomplish in his forty-two-plus year career; never would I have thought my dad capable of inspiring so many damned people.

What they’ve credited him with is truly astonishing.

To be told that my dad is mononymous within his field feels amazing, but also a little strange.

Still, it goes a long way toward explaining the behavior of people who used to come up to me and introduce themselves, then continue to stand there staring at me as if there were something remaining to be said.  I used to think they were hitting on me, until I finally concluded that my dad simply favored hiring the socially awkward, possibly for reasons of national security.

I’m looking forward to reading the books they say will one day be written about him.  The knowledge that my dad will someday be mentioned in the same breath as people I’ve only read about truly blows my mind.