I recently spent an afternoon reading Chuck Ross’s coverage of the Trayvon Martin case, along with some mainstream news and opinion pieces. Chuck basically demolishes the official story, and it’s interesting to watch the MSM narrative adapt to the creep of inconvenient facts into the public consciousness. The masses’ understanding of the case is still quite poor, but that’s to be expected. There’s no such thing as a crowd of philosophers.
Chuck’s real victory was in crushing the spirits of any MSM hacks unfortunate enough to come across his blog.
Put yourself in the shoes of an intelligent, though perhaps a bit naive, mainstream media hack on the Trayvon beat. You’re a typical liberal-ish person, because that’s how you were raised, and making nice progressive noises has always earned you a cookie and pat on the head. You’re busily composing news reports, analysis, opinion pieces, tweets, whatever – to reinforce the official Trayvon narrative for the masses.
One day you stumble across Chuck’s excellent reporting on the case, and more importantly his meta-coverage of the MSM’s capricious unreliability. The cognitive dissonance becomes too much to bear. You come to accept that you are a liar, toiling in the service of lies. You start looking for a job that doesn’t make you feel so desperately in need of a shower at the end of every day.
I have known many progressives. They are not consciously evil. To do evil, they must first convince themselves that they are doing good. Chuck’s coverage will make it much, much more difficult for them to do so.
And it’s not just the Trayvon case. It’s a running joke at Steve Sailer’s that many of David Brooks’ columns consist of passionate arguments against ideas that absolutely no one but Steve publicly hold. The Tyler Cowen/Heartiste dynamic has been similarly fun to observe over the years. And of course we’re all looking forward to the inevitable meltdown of open borders advocate Bryan Caplan, as he continues to descend into self-parody.
Long-time readers will also recall the Freedom Twenty-Five Ask An Asshole initiative, which successfully drove two blogging Carrie Fisher wannabes to take a drive down route 404. Did that series save the free world from a pair of Lena Dunham’s in the making? I like to think so.
If only that mack truck had been cruising at 120 km/h when this photo was taken. Alas.
Today, we have a new trophy for the Dark Enlightenment mantle: The head of Hugo Schwyzer, Queen of the Male Feminists, Mangina Extraordinaire. Apparently he got caught sending out some dick pics, a truly inexcusable breach of opsec in the age of Snapchat. Now he’s sad that nobody likes him, and so he’s bowing out of the ideaspace spotlight. Quoth the Schwyzer:
“But there is emotional fragility. All of us who write online want validation to some degree. We’re ready to take criticism when it’s balanced by affirmation. I just felt that it was very one-sided. ”
How deep did our words cut? How much more psychologically resilient would he have been, if men had not stood up and called him out as a living mockery of the masculine values that we strive to embody?
“In the end, the question was a simple one: am I doing more good for gender justice by continuing to write, or will I do more good by falling silent. The consensus seemed to be split. What wasn’t split was the cost to my marriage and my own mental health. When I give the critics the power to drive me to suicide, the onus is on me to pull away.”
This woe-is-me suicide threat plea for mercy may work on the mushy hearts and brains of Schwyzer’s feminist critics (or it may not – hell hath no indifference, like a woman in the company of a defeated male) but here in the Roissysphere, there will be no such enabling of his infantile pity-posturing. Hugo Schwyzer is a poor excuse for a man, and his writings have led many good people into unnatural, unhealthy, and unproductive behaviours. He has dedicated his life to stigmatizing what is good, and glorifying evil. If he follows through on his threat to take his own life – though, coward and attention-whore that he is, he almost certainly won’t – the world will certainly be a better place for it.
If and when the news comes, I will take no pleasure in it. I will raise my eyebrows slightly, tweet it, and then Hugo Schwyzer will be forgotten.
But today, I am happy to see this broken man driven out of the public eye by his own weakness and shame. Good luck to Hugo the Man, who I truly hope will find contentment by working to do good in some small, quiet corner of the world, but good riddance to Hugo the public figure, and ostensible leader of 21st century masculinity. We mocked you because you were so eminently mockable, and our words cut deep because you knew them to be true.
Men, if you’re looking for a hobby: Start crushing spirits. Find a subject, find a platform, and speak the truth.
There are many others like Schwyzer. Let them now suffer the same fate. Call them what they are, expose their contradictions, break down their faulty logic. To defeat the liars who rule our world, let a thousand Hugos wilt.
Speaking the truth, however anonymously, in whatever small capacity you can, crushes the spirit of the Cathedral’s yeomen. The truth pierces the shroud of cognitive dissonance that they must erect to maintain harmony between their lies, and their self-image as decent and honourable people. Make the truth known, and force the petty servants of evil to either renounce their cause, or make explicit their pact with the lords of lies.
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Today’s Reading Recommendation: 48 Laws of Power, by Robert Greene