by Elizabeth Nickson, Welcome to Absurdistan:
MAGA is America’s hidden brains trust
“We in Silicon Valley were floored that Trump got nominated. Then that 10Xed when he won, 10Xed again with the Steele Dossier, 10Xed again with Charlottesville, 10Xed again with impeachment, and again with both Covid and BLM.
It was like this incredible ramping up of emotion and drama and change.”
(It was then that Andreessen took a step back and considered.)
“I don’t understand what’s happening on the left and I don’t understand these purges.”
-Honestly podcast – Bari Weiss and Marc Andreessen
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It’s the voice that drives me crazy. The drawl, the self-satisfied well-fed glottal stop, layers of expensive fat choking the windpipe, I can even hear that. Even the quickness of speech annoys me. So certain, no pause for reflection, just words unfurling from a 3 Sigma intelligence. Never missed a meal, anxiety curbed by privilege so entrenched they can’t even imagine. Thin, carefully enhanced thirty year old women, the cynicism of a bored aristocrat bleeding from their voices, that vocal fry drawling, knowing it all, having seen it all, never having left their Ivy colleges, their leafy suburbs, never going without anything, much less a desperately needed holiday, rent money, food, dentistry for their kids. My fingers itch to slap them.
They bankrupted us. They ruined the lives of the bottom 70%. They spent ALL the money. They then proceeded to bankrupt the world. And, realizing the money was all gone, their gamemasters tried to kill us off, first with an engineered virus that failed, then with a vaccine that didn’t. Then they ran up $10 trillion in four years trying to keep the vegetable in power, to get to that point where the Green New Deal paid off in torrents of lovely other people’s money. Which was such a stupid idea that clearly IQ has nothing, absolutely nothing to do with wisdom.
Every time you hear one of these ghastly regime-puppets-opinionated-fatuous-gym hardened-glossed-up made-up gargoyles speak, think: you bastards bankrupted the world. And you don’t even know it. This character demonstrates how legalistic, how extractive, how unprincipled this class is. I mean, just yuck.
People like this idiot stole everything. Everything. And then they prance around with a substitute set of values: DEI and ESG, and force them on the people already ruined. And those moronic ideas destroyed the little they hadn’t taken.
Back when I was a Bolshevik I was fretting to my geneticist cousin (world renowned for the credentialed) about my brilliant daughter and her brilliant father, and the breeding of the brilliant creating an oligarchy of the brilliant, so detached from nature and culture they bring down the world. (Which is today)
Nope, said Bob. First, genius is a freak occurrence and evenly distributed across the population. Further a genius in the working or middle class is likely to be possessed of so much ambition and energy it will repel them out of their environment so fast, they will forget where they came from.
He didn’t say that last phrase. I added it because that is where we are today. Marc Andreeesen, Netscape inventor and insanely successful digital investor, is instructive. I don’t want to pick on him particularly, because he seems like a jolly fellow, but he admits to being totally bowled over by Trump’s win in 2016, despite the fact he comes from a rural Wisconsin farming community.
“It’s all staunch Trump country. Farmer world was in for Trump early and hard.”
I’d lost touch with the culture.
I tried to reset my own psychology and I need to read a lot. I had to rebuild my world view.”
How the actual fuck (I’m sorry there is no other appropriate word) did someone so (apparently) brilliant miss what was happening in his home town? I knew it was happening by 2007 and they weren’t my people. But it was happening to his family. To his people. This bespeaks an arrogance and pride and blindness worthy of Charles 1 and he was beheaded in the public square.
Again, Andreessen is one of the honest ones. I can’t read the others. I don’t know what treat I would have to promise myself to read the Atlantic. David Frum? I couldn’t afford the freight – a Rolex? Instead I’d be racking my metaphorical shotgun. I cannot for the life of me understand the forbearance of the deplorables with these ghastly people and their ability to write 15,000 insanely boring words demanding the confiscation of the lives of their tax slaves.
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