The Guardian: One giant ... lie? Why so many people still think the moon landings were faked
Why? Because they're fucking gullible morons with a strong but vague hatred of The Government (but not, strangely, of Giant Corporations) inculcated after decades of propaganda (by, strangely enough, Giant Corporations), including that of the neoliberal Democratic Party, and turbocharged by real, out-in-the-open crimes, such as the war in Iraq and the bailout of the criminals who destroyed the world's economy a ways back.
That's why. Because there is no alternative to the reigning rightwing-"centrist" neoliberal ideology allowed except pure fascism. Of which this is a symptom, this automatic distrust of anything "official" while believing every pile of fucking horseshit shoveled out by any psychopath or demagogue (e.g., our Dear Leader) as long as the right internal and external targets for Two Minutes' Hate are identified. (More like, Permanent Hate.)
That's why. As the planet burns and the nukes pile up and Ebola rages--this is what far too many people are consumed with. That, and the niggers and spics and Islumz ruining lily white "culture."
That's fucking why. And if you dare to challenge this cult at any level -- you know, cuz, like, maybe you aren't on board with fucking concentration camps for children -- you'll be ostracized instantly.
INSTANTLY.
Remember PizzaGate? Fake child-fucking scandals are also okey dokey with these Nazi morons. That a guy who cut a deal for an actual child-fucker is now suggesting the pretty-much elimination of the department that helps fucked children? That's just peachy, of course. If not "fake news!" Yes, there's serious Venn-diagram overlap with those who go insane about ever not chemically castrating any sex offender, and/or just executing them.
Why are you surprised? Why are you so ignorant about really-existing human capacities? Oh, right: it's painful, especially when you instantaneously realize you, yourself, are in some sense full of shit, too.
"It really hurted my pee-pee, Doug, you Meanie, the one time I thought about maybe not considering myself to be the apogee of moral worth in the history of the universe. That's why I'm an adult and you're a child." And so on.
Now what would be a horrible breach of human interpersonal relationships would be saying, “So, uh, like, are you actually for or against child-fucking, because you support this shit, you know.”
That’d be so mean! Like pointing out that when one is supporting Trump, that means flooring the carbon pedal, and that means the literal early death, and in at best a totalitarian hellscape, of one's own children.
But you know: good businessman. Great economy. The stock market! Doug, why are you so evilly mean? Don't you see that I want to just put my wet finger in the air, get in the middle of the crowd (family, friend-circles, office acquaintances, PTA, state, country, species, you name it), adopt all it says, keep quiet, keep my head down, get my pats from whatever the reigning regime is -- fascist, democratic, who cares? I have a brand to push, loser! -- and lie to myself about how much I love and would do anything for my children, nieces, nephews, the species, the planet...blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.
The key insight here is that it’s far less “blindness” or “cluelessness” than is usually thought. No, it’s more this view: "Fuck them; I don’t give a shit. I mean, not if it means changing one thought pattern, admitting any mistake, or altering my daily routine one iota. And I'll bury this ugly truth under an infinite amount of messenger-hatred.
"God, where's the fucking hemlock -- or can we just get a crucifixion going here? -- Oh, and did you catch what Doug just wrote? Typical egocentric, self-aggrandizing librul: comparing himself to Jesus and Socrates! Can you imagine the selfishness, the grandiosity? These holier-than-thou assholes trying to make decent people feel badly for supporting concentration camps for children. What an asshole! What a hater! Therefore, it's OK that I support concentration camps for children."
Yeah, I can do it better than just about anyone else. I grew up with past masters of this transparent manipulation-horseshit, and deconstructed it all long ago.
But, back to our regularly scheduled program: Imagine for a picosecond if Obama’s Labor Sec had done this shit. Nuclear detonation. Hell to pay.
Why not much now? I'll tell you why: because the 90% of Republicans who support Trump are racist, sadistic scumbags, and a large chunk of the rest of us are too busy building personal brands and consuming to, like, care enough to do fuck all about it, including this little story about child fucking, and including making the slightest peep to any loved or liked one that isn't "polite." (For the studio audience, "polite" means "cowardly selfishness.")
That's why not much now.
What, Mueller and the FBI didn't do it all for me? Fuck: I'm done. Fresh out of ideas. I'm off to France. I got mine; fuck everyone else. Yes, including my children -- but don't you dare point it out! That'd be deeply, deeply immoral.
It’s a very sick country. Deeply imperial, deeply sadistic, deeply racist and selfish to the skies. And increasingly detached from reality. Not a good mix.
Trust me, I know: no amount of love, affection, care, no matter over how many years or even decades, will make a fucking femtoangstrom's worth of difference with any Trump-cult member or beaten-down fellow traveler thereof.
Nothing will matter the instant you make the slightest peep: you will no longer be a useful prop for whatever neurosis is being shored up by Trump-love. You will be discarded. This shouldn't be, and isn't, all that surprising as most people define "friendship" as "telling me I'm always right about everything and never, ever challenging me on any level because I'm a moral coward of epic proportions trying to pass myself off, mostly to myself, as a halfway-decent person. You dumb ass: that's the tacit deal, dick: I lie to myself, you lie to yourself, we support each other's lies. That's love. That's friendship. This helping each other to be better people crap? For librul losers."
Oh, well. It's the usual thing: the proper response is not only "oh, well," but, instantly, "to what extent am I guilty of anything even halfway close to that kind of utter moral cowardice?" It won't take long to find some examples: try, a tenth of the time currently considered the duration of the Big Bang.
And there, with yourself, you can make progress. With those who are crippled inside? You will make none. Zero. You are a footstool or nothing. And if you put up with that, if you've put up with it for years, decades?...exactly who is responsible for that? Correct: you are.
More from Vladimir Lennon:
The punchline/moral:
Please choose from the options below; select all that apply.
Don't you worry your beautiful mind one tiny little bit. All of the above is instantly dismissible because the author is
(A) crazy
(B) mean
(C) not sane
(D) not nice
(E) not worthy of attention because he's not perfect; in fact, he's got the following faults: x, y, and z.
(F) All of the above
(G) All of the above, and I never could stand that pushy, fucking college-boy Jew -- at least the second he interfered with my pwecious wittle safe space. When he was useful to me, I loved him. Now? Fuck him.
Answer: Selecting choice G is not enough; this was a multiple-answer item: you should have selected all options.
You selected all options? Problem solved! Conscience salved! You're still the most awesomest awesomesauce container ever!
That's why. Because there is no alternative to the reigning rightwing-"centrist" neoliberal ideology allowed except pure fascism. Of which this is a symptom, this automatic distrust of anything "official" while believing every pile of fucking horseshit shoveled out by any psychopath or demagogue (e.g., our Dear Leader) as long as the right internal and external targets for Two Minutes' Hate are identified. (More like, Permanent Hate.)
That's why. As the planet burns and the nukes pile up and Ebola rages--this is what far too many people are consumed with. That, and the niggers and spics and Islumz ruining lily white "culture."
That's fucking why. And if you dare to challenge this cult at any level -- you know, cuz, like, maybe you aren't on board with fucking concentration camps for children -- you'll be ostracized instantly.
INSTANTLY.
Remember PizzaGate? Fake child-fucking scandals are also okey dokey with these Nazi morons. That a guy who cut a deal for an actual child-fucker is now suggesting the pretty-much elimination of the department that helps fucked children? That's just peachy, of course. If not "fake news!" Yes, there's serious Venn-diagram overlap with those who go insane about ever not chemically castrating any sex offender, and/or just executing them.
Why are you surprised? Why are you so ignorant about really-existing human capacities? Oh, right: it's painful, especially when you instantaneously realize you, yourself, are in some sense full of shit, too.
"It really hurted my pee-pee, Doug, you Meanie, the one time I thought about maybe not considering myself to be the apogee of moral worth in the history of the universe. That's why I'm an adult and you're a child." And so on.
Now what would be a horrible breach of human interpersonal relationships would be saying, “So, uh, like, are you actually for or against child-fucking, because you support this shit, you know.”
That’d be so mean! Like pointing out that when one is supporting Trump, that means flooring the carbon pedal, and that means the literal early death, and in at best a totalitarian hellscape, of one's own children.
But you know: good businessman. Great economy. The stock market! Doug, why are you so evilly mean? Don't you see that I want to just put my wet finger in the air, get in the middle of the crowd (family, friend-circles, office acquaintances, PTA, state, country, species, you name it), adopt all it says, keep quiet, keep my head down, get my pats from whatever the reigning regime is -- fascist, democratic, who cares? I have a brand to push, loser! -- and lie to myself about how much I love and would do anything for my children, nieces, nephews, the species, the planet...blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.
The key insight here is that it’s far less “blindness” or “cluelessness” than is usually thought. No, it’s more this view: "Fuck them; I don’t give a shit. I mean, not if it means changing one thought pattern, admitting any mistake, or altering my daily routine one iota. And I'll bury this ugly truth under an infinite amount of messenger-hatred.
"God, where's the fucking hemlock -- or can we just get a crucifixion going here? -- Oh, and did you catch what Doug just wrote? Typical egocentric, self-aggrandizing librul: comparing himself to Jesus and Socrates! Can you imagine the selfishness, the grandiosity? These holier-than-thou assholes trying to make decent people feel badly for supporting concentration camps for children. What an asshole! What a hater! Therefore, it's OK that I support concentration camps for children."
Yeah, I can do it better than just about anyone else. I grew up with past masters of this transparent manipulation-horseshit, and deconstructed it all long ago.
But, back to our regularly scheduled program: Imagine for a picosecond if Obama’s Labor Sec had done this shit. Nuclear detonation. Hell to pay.
Why not much now? I'll tell you why: because the 90% of Republicans who support Trump are racist, sadistic scumbags, and a large chunk of the rest of us are too busy building personal brands and consuming to, like, care enough to do fuck all about it, including this little story about child fucking, and including making the slightest peep to any loved or liked one that isn't "polite." (For the studio audience, "polite" means "cowardly selfishness.")
That's why not much now.
What, Mueller and the FBI didn't do it all for me? Fuck: I'm done. Fresh out of ideas. I'm off to France. I got mine; fuck everyone else. Yes, including my children -- but don't you dare point it out! That'd be deeply, deeply immoral.
It’s a very sick country. Deeply imperial, deeply sadistic, deeply racist and selfish to the skies. And increasingly detached from reality. Not a good mix.
Trust me, I know: no amount of love, affection, care, no matter over how many years or even decades, will make a fucking femtoangstrom's worth of difference with any Trump-cult member or beaten-down fellow traveler thereof.
Nothing will matter the instant you make the slightest peep: you will no longer be a useful prop for whatever neurosis is being shored up by Trump-love. You will be discarded. This shouldn't be, and isn't, all that surprising as most people define "friendship" as "telling me I'm always right about everything and never, ever challenging me on any level because I'm a moral coward of epic proportions trying to pass myself off, mostly to myself, as a halfway-decent person. You dumb ass: that's the tacit deal, dick: I lie to myself, you lie to yourself, we support each other's lies. That's love. That's friendship. This helping each other to be better people crap? For librul losers."
Oh, well. It's the usual thing: the proper response is not only "oh, well," but, instantly, "to what extent am I guilty of anything even halfway close to that kind of utter moral cowardice?" It won't take long to find some examples: try, a tenth of the time currently considered the duration of the Big Bang.
And there, with yourself, you can make progress. With those who are crippled inside? You will make none. Zero. You are a footstool or nothing. And if you put up with that, if you've put up with it for years, decades?...exactly who is responsible for that? Correct: you are.
More from Vladimir Lennon:
The punchline/moral:
Please choose from the options below; select all that apply.
Don't you worry your beautiful mind one tiny little bit. All of the above is instantly dismissible because the author is
(A) crazy
(B) mean
(C) not sane
(D) not nice
(E) not worthy of attention because he's not perfect; in fact, he's got the following faults: x, y, and z.
(F) All of the above
(G) All of the above, and I never could stand that pushy, fucking college-boy Jew -- at least the second he interfered with my pwecious wittle safe space. When he was useful to me, I loved him. Now? Fuck him.
Answer: Selecting choice G is not enough; this was a multiple-answer item: you should have selected all options.
You selected all options? Problem solved! Conscience salved! You're still the most awesomest awesomesauce container ever!