I'm the Malcom Gladwell of Clout
And I have been sent to earth to destroy your family and values
Dear Reader,
Congratulation! Your soul is safe. You are among the elect.
Now that thats out of the way, time for business.
We are all fucked
so fucked
It’s easy to see why. Things are complicated and people stupid. As a result, constant crisis.
The story so far goes like this: 15th-century Earth is captured by a radical acceleration of delocalization.
Local life means that life used to be your family and your neighbors and whoever bossed you around and made you pay taxes. Delocalization means that life is now your family and your neighbors and whoever bossed you around made you pay taxes plus everyone else in the entire world.
Understandably, people are mad about this.
Most are mad because they are confused. “What the heck is going on here!? Man this whole delocalization thing is probably just a local scam on a global level, its probably the Rothschilds or the Hapsburgs or the Jesuits or those damn Americans!” These poor folks live their whole lives like this, convinced that they are puppets whose strings are pulled by nameable but inscrutable masters.
We might call this pathology parochialism, and once you realize that these anti-globalists are still convinced that things operate at the level of the locality just expanded to the planetary, those medieval pogroms of jews blamed for local ills in random Silesian villages start to make more sense. Things are the same now just bigger!
Some, however, grasp the new delocal dynamics but wish for a return, for a relocalization. This is a more nuanced position, less dangerous because it is advanced and thus struggles to be effectively translated into populism (most who advocate the position, however, are happy to just paint it as the above-defined parochial position to the plebs. See: Blake Masters, Peter Theil).
But it might also be more dangerous because it has some trace elements of brain matter amongst its mix. At the very least it takes a different weapon to decapitate it.
These relocalization advocates can be effectively lumped as non-parochial reactionaries, sensitive to delocalization but advocates for abandoning it.
For what it’s worth, many of these ppl seem to just be weird racists who fetishize “the West” or “the Christian world” or “Europe” or any number of other fantastic objects that have never existed in quite the way these people like to imagine and serve basically to support an American post-bellum claim to “whiteness” that gives an appreciative nod to Catholics which was notably absent from the original Klan.
This is the first layer of their error: they are advocates for inventing new traditions just like everyone else, they just pretend not to be and use a retreat to tradition to plug any holes in their vessels of pure reason and logic. Most of these people don’t like to remember that the vikings were non-western pagan immigrants, that the northern half of the mediterranean world inherited classical Greek learning from Arabic, that Ming/Qing China and South Asia were the dynamic engines of early modern economic growth, etc etc. But I digress.
The real devils are the ones who explicitly advocate for racism, not out of bald appeals to tradition, but out of necessity. Here are the Landians. The Bostromites. The Moldbugs. Modern heretics emboldened by classical liberal conservatism to advocate for rejection and dissent basically just for the sake of it while dressing it up as an existential struggle for the true human spirit. They play on the idiots that advocate parochialism, and literally even write about playing them at the same time because they know their audience. They say things like “Europe for Europeans” and are anti-immigrant because they assume that being a contrarian must bump them up a level in the galaxy-brain-meme tier. “You fools believed what they said on CNN! Ha! Come, peer behind my curtain and see the world for what it truly is … and that will be $5.”
Skeptical youths, whose heart might be in the right place, stampede over each other to join Professor Justin Goofey at his Polycule incubator in ass sweat, Texas.
Look. It’s never that simple. Nothing worthwhile ever is.
Our world has been profoundly disrupted in the last 36 months. Things that were unthinkable have come to pass and then faded in a whiplash inducing life-as-waking-coma trip. US troops aren’t even in Afghanistan anymore. Our world will never be the same.
And it makes sense that the downstream-of-Deanna-Havas Frog Twitter Great Awakening found its 7 year lease on life from the 2016-2023 moment.
But please, grow up.
Read a fucking book.
Take something seriously and GO TO A FUCKING LIBRARY.
And please, always ask why.
why
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If you stop asking why, yung money savonarola will come to your house and burn all your luxury goods on god
FUck them boys over there!
-YMS