The Glass Jaw and the Comity of Errors

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We need agreeableness. It works. We need a good number of people to more or less go along to get along, standing in line without pushing and showing up for work on time: the responsible accounts payable clerk who processes the paperwork promptly. A society full of snarling iconoclasts, or a community full of snarling iconoclasts, or a company full, or whatever, would be a giant pain in the ass. “We need this product on the shelves before the store opens, Doug.” “Screw you, Ted, I’m MY OWN MAN, no one tells me what to put on no damn shelf, I LIVE BY PIRATE RULES BABY.” We just kinda need a whole bunch of Dougs to put the stuff on the shelves by 7:30, thanks.

And so a whole lot of more or less good people read the respectable sources and do the respectable things, and believe the respectable views. “It says in the New York Times that doubts about this policy help PUTIN, so I’m not gonna believe that dangerous conspiracy theory!” Normal social operation, hijacked by midwit sociopaths serving a self-dealing kakistocracy of mediocre kleptocrat scumbags, becomes sick on the foundation of an essentially healthy behavior. Comity, pulled along by sociopathy, drives a steady course to ruin.

But then. But then.

The glass jaw of the disinformation industry, the narrative-enforcement scam of the media-academia-corporate-government cartel, is that it can’t escape itself. It’s self-hypnotized, high on its own supply. Driving around suburban Los Angeles today, I burst into laughter and got strange looks from other drivers at a red light — because I suddenly found myself thinking again about the Guardian. (I assume other people have this reaction from time to time.) Remember what I wrote about yesterday: An opinion piece there warned that Tucker Carlson is one of the army of dangerous people who advance evil conspiracy theories….

….like saying that the Covid vaccines don’t work very well.

Gasp!

So ongoing “vaccine” uptake is now functionally zero, and has been for a long time, and sizable numbers of the “vaccinated” express regret, and a lot of people tell pollsters that they know people who are vaccine-injured, and the FDA says that hey, don’t look at us, we never meant to suggest that this crap could prevent infection. And yet, even still, the disinformation cartel writhes and howls like a character in a Tennessee Williams play, and screams that oh LOOOORD, look out, that person DOUBTS the VACCINES!!!!!! (exit left, clutching pearls)

Trapped by their own story, they can’t pivot to observable reality.

And so, over time, the good people who don’t want to fight or be disagreeable, the people who usually just agree to do what’s asked of them, the people who believe the news, if you can imagine doing that, begin to experience cognitive dissonance. And then a little more. And then a little more. As the cartel prangs on, screeching and raging against things that people increasingly see with their own eyes, the project becomes more and more ridiculous.

To at least some degree, the sociopathic project of an unmistakably clumsy cartel becomes noise. It booms and thunders and howls at people who stop noticing it.

And that severed connection will become interesting.

You’re walking past a building when you see flames pouring out the window. You call the fire department, and you pound on the door and shout warnings to the people inside, and other people come running to help. And then an expert shows up to warn all the other people standing around you that look out, this person is spreading dangerous conspiracy theories about this building being on fire! Don’t listen! He’s trying to mislead you! There’s no fire, trust me! I’m a highly credentialed fire expert!

And then everyone looks over at the building. Smoke and flames are shooting out the windows.

We’re pretty much right there.