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    Telling Ourselves Stories 

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Telling Ourselves Stories:

The surest sign you’re an intellectual, is self loathing. If you hate yourself, your country, and, in particular, your race, congratulations! You’re an intellectual. This only applies to White, progressive intellectuals, though. That’s because they aren't really intellectuals, they’re self-absorbed posers, manic depressives, drug addicts, alcoholics, or all of the above. They mistake their self-loathing for enlightenment, and since most are likely to be found in the arts and humanities, they have a prism, through which they observe the world. One that is highly subjective. Everyone and everything is filtered through this haze of self-absorption. Seeing the world filtered this way, reinforces their world view.

Taken a step further, they all flock together, based on hemispheric brain activity, which they then interpret as reality. In other words, “We can’t be wrong, because we all agree, we’re right—aka, birds of a feather, flocking together.

Now, we can break this down even further. These same poets and songwriters, novelists and film makers, begin to propagandize on behalf of their world view. And, let’s face it, they’re ace storytellers, that’s their gift. The stories they tell, however, bear little resemblance to reality, which is good for them, because if people pulled away the clever narratives, what you’re left with is a bunch of would-be child molesters. This does not apply to most liberals, although, most liberals support the narrative that these dysfunctional artists tell. A least, the ones involving, masculine, heroic figures that spring forth from their imaginations—none of which resemble the actual people telling these stories. That’s the key, if you’re going to enslave the masses, you must use images the masses can relate to. Not the image of the people doing the writing, but protagonists that more closely resemble humans.

These are the surface illusions created by their art-form. Buried within, are secret messages “Hate America.” “Abortion isn't murder, it’s an act of kindness.” “Greed is bad, now go pay $12 to see my movie.” “Go green, while I fly across the world to buy a pair of shoes and get a foot massage.”

At the bottom of the intellectual heap are democrats, people lost in their own haze of Franklin Roosevelt mythologies, about how Roosevelt loved the working man. About how modern liberalism is still the party of JFK. When it’s really more like Teddy Kennedy leaving Mary Jo Kopechne to slowly drown in the Chappaquiddick river, while he concocted an alibi.  This was done for the most callous of reasons.  So as not to ruin his career, after an attempt to get laid went terribly wrong. Teddy went on to serve in the senate for decades afterward, because of good storytelling, and even ran for the presidency. “Run Teddy, Run!” Proclaimed the faithful. That’s right! “Run like hell Teddy. Run like hell.”

The real truth was, that Teddy, like Bobby and John, were filthy rich playboys, whose dad made his fortune by selling illegal booze, and then used his wealth to hire the mob, to stuff ballot boxes on behalf of his son John. So he could win the presidency. But no self-respecting progressive will tell that story, so we get Camelot, instead. Camelot is the myth. The mob, Mary Jo Kopechne, and illegal booze, are the reality. The result, the myth becomes history, and actual history is relegated to gossip, spoken between insiders.

It’s not that conservatives are better, they aren't. Like liberals, they’re human. But, if you’re an authentic conservative, you know this; power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely. That’s why big, powerful government is bad. Because there are no angels. Not in the real world. There are only men, humans, remarkably smart animals, which is why power must be restrained and limited. A true conservative understands this, as did liberals, once, a long time ago. That is the primary difference between men and animals, a sufficiently large brain that tells us man is not god, and when he begins to act, as though he is, the whole world is in the deepest of trouble.

​John "The Regulator"