This is just a rant, but why have a blog if you can’t rant and rave about what irritates you?

I’ve tried to articulate for some time just why SJWs and other assorted Leftist culture warriors irritate me. Oh, their predilection to call everybody literally Hitler is surely annoying. And so is the fact that many of them can’t even determine what gender they want to be tomorrow.

But above all else, one attributes stands tall: they dramatize everything.

Every time regular people want to have a good time, drama queen SJWs have to fuck it up. Are you playing a video game, my good man? Why, did you know the butt crack depth of one of the main characters indicates that one of the designers objectified women (this was from 2017, but a classic)? Checkmate!

For the moment, let’s concede every point the SJWs made. Maybe the guy who designed Tracer liked butts with deep cracks, and objectified the hell out of his character design. AM I SUPPOSED TO CARE? Why is this supposed to interfere with my enjoyment of some video game?

Some football player calls Nike and tells them the Betsy Ross flag is racist or something, and they ought to not sell some special overpriced shoe with that flag on it. Why does anyone care?

Hell, why am I even writing this right now? It gives me a headache just thinking about it.

I’m tired of giving even enough of a fuck to even respond to charges like this. Even if everything the SJW said was true, why does it matter? With them, everything is outrage, all the time, about things that approach meaninglessness.

But it’s not just SJWs who do this. It’s a trait of the West in general, I suspect. When I’m DJing, sometimes a person will come up to me and say I should play some song because “it’s my song!” Look, I get wanting to hear something you like at the party/club/whatever, but it’s not your song. It’s not your personal life soundtrack.

Maybe this sounds pedantic, but I’m really trying to make a point here. The way a lot of folks act, it’s like they are living in a movie, like they have their soundtracks, and their dramatic moments, and their great quests and battles – but these are nothings. Trifles. It’s some drunk girl wanting to hear Beyonce. It’s some SJW fighting “the Nazis” (mostly just regular people who actually have jobs). It’s some grifter shouting on about sexism in video games.

It’s all worthless. A waste of time, life, energy, everything. If the life of someone like this was made into a movie, it would be the most boring movie ever made. And even there, it would get worse. Make an atrocious movie like the girl Ghostbusters remake, and when it bombs you can claim oppression. You’re not a shitty movie-maker, you’re a warrior fighting sexist Nazis.

And that’s part of why every enemy of these folks is a Nazi. Vaguely disagreeable person doesn’t sound so dramatic as NAZI. Regular Joe just doesn’t have the same dramatic impact as literally-Hitler. Even Donald Trump, as bombastic and seemingly-dramatic as he can be, is too boring and normal for these people. He must be elevated to Adolf Hitler status for the dramatization fantasy to continue.

“I’m fighting the Patriarchy!”

Give me a break, you’re probably an overweight slob pissed that she’s not getting top quality dick.

“I’m fighting racism!”

You’re probably out protesting because some dumbass got high and charged a cop, because clearly if you think the cops are out to get you, the best idea is to charge them and give them an excuse to shoot you.

“I’m punching Nazis!”

The people uttering this usually look like their fists would shatter if they impacted anything more solid than a plate full of jello.

I said the following in an old post about degenerate Cenobite-like behavior:

“So today, they want to pretend to be a superhero punching Nazis, and tomorrow they change their minds and want to go on a drinking binge in the club district and find the most Nazi-like human they can, and have sex with him. They are all heroes of their own little fantasy narratives, like every song is a personal movie soundtrack, and every event is a momentous struggle. Hailing a taxi cab is the equivalent of the Battle of the Bulge, getting up the stairs in a drunken stupor is the evacuation of at Dunkirk, losing weight is a quest Jason and his Argonauts would fail.

I guess burn more calories than you eat isn’t as dramatic as a quest to the ends of the Earth.

A poop swastika splattered on the wall of a University bathroom is a racial struggle reminiscent of the Million Man March. Enforcing border security is the same as Auschwitz. Donald Trump is literally Hitler. PewDiePie is a fucking Nazi. Calling an obese woman fat is the same as stoning them to death for being raped. Making a sexual joke is literal rape. Abortion is sacred, but everything we do is For the Children ™.”

Today, we have folks clamoring about Student Loan debt, saying that it’s horribly unfair, and they can’t possibly pay it off, so they need the taxpayer to step in and wipe the slate clean. Look, I’m the first one to admit the universities ripped these people off (and the fact that student loan debt can’t be cleared by bankruptcy is a tacit form of indentured servitude), but it’s still an overly dramatic take. I really loathe this notion of “I can’t get out of debt.”

Yes, you can. It may be unpleasant. You may have to suffer, relatively speaking of course (who really suffers poverty of the absolute sort in the West?). But you can do it. Save more than you make (and put it toward debt) isn’t a hard concept, and can be done even on extremely modest incomes. It’s just like losing weight, except with your finances. Burn more calories than you take in. Not an impossible concept, but one that requires willpower and exchanging the dramatic fantasy world for the real one.

Moreover, why should I trust some SJW college grad who can’t pay his bills to change the world for the better? Please, you can’t even change your own life, what makes you think I want to grant you power over mine? You fucked yours up.

Browsing Instagram, you see overweight body positive models saying that they are true beauty and all that. You see thirsty men lining up to say “I love you, you’re so beautiful” as if this 300lb Internet random was going to say “oh, wow, thirsty comment 7512.5 of the day, I should totally give this guy my phone number.” Yeah, your inner beauty really shines through when you’re texting dick pics to randos.

Go to social media, and every political post is serious business. Pick a topic – any political topic, really – and you’re sure to see a flame war over it. Oh no! Someone disagreed with me on the relative sales tax rate in Hillsborough county BURN THE HERETIC… ER… HITLER!

It’s not even an exclusively Leftist thing. Yes, I know, the Right has been losing the culture war for decades. Hell, long before I was ever born. But despite all the Leftist advances, your quality of life isn’t that bad. Everything that goes wrong in your life isn’t because of a Leftist boogeyman.

Yeah, I don’t like them either (my endorsement of helicopters should have been the first hint), and I sure as hell don’t want them anywhere near the levers of power. But let’s be real. Your life isn’t that bad yet. We’re not Venezuela. Could we be at some point? Sure. Put enough Communists in charge and you could fuck up a whorehouse in a Thai port. But it’s not there right now. The boogaloo isn’t tomorrow, okay? Somebody chill out.

But at least Rightist over-dramatization has some basis in some fact, somewhere. Communists really do turn productive places into shitholes. Leftist dramatization has completely left the reservation. I remember when some nutjob of a “scientist” was outraged that black holes were described as black.

More headaches. Does anyone have time for this shit anymore?

Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs apparently demands that, once people have reached our relative level of prosperity, everybody needs to invent drama to feel relevant.

Maybe the Internet and Social Media has exacerbated this. Emojis and all-caps arguing abounds. Collective attention spans have seemingly dropped like a rock. Go on Facebook and it looks like every idiot you know is living the high life, even the chick protesting that she’s not getting a $15/hr minimum wage. Even that woman somehow managed to snag a selfie in Acapulco last year. But she’s suffering! And she needs your help!

Some woman takes a picture of her beer and hashtags it #craftbeer! Who cares? Drink it, or don’t. Why is this a big deal? Everybody posts pictures of vacations, and new cars. Look at me! I’m so awesome! Envy me! That time some chick staggered home from a night of clubbing, hard drinking, drugs, and anonymous sex naturally skipped this process. The piles of bills rolling in every month for credit cards, car loans, etc… those don’t make the Facebook grade. But hey, sure, you’re a real winner at life, I’m sure. We should all be just like you.

Saw some t-shirt the other day that proclaimed an overweight black woman as “the queen.” Yeah, okay, I presume I should bow? And I love all of this wine paraphernalia. You have to have a bunch of $10 Target signs proclaiming you like wine for some crazy reason I can’t fathom. Can’t just drink it and enjoy it? No, it’s got to be a status thing.

Drama, drama, drama.

I’m surprised sometimes that people can sustain this level of dramatization in their lives. I couldn’t, I’m far too lazy to contemplate expending that much effort on fantasy. I’d rather shut my door and not talk to anybody for a week. Gods, wouldn’t that be a vacation? I wouldn’t post it on Facebook if it happened, but I’d damned well enjoy it.

I don’t know if all these people really believe in the dramatization that surrounds them. I don’t know if the fantasy is real to them, or if under it all there’s an inner cynicism driving all of their status-signalling actions. Is it instinct or learned behavior? Is it both?

I don’t know. And I’m not sure I can summon a sufficient number of fucks to care.

But one thing is certain: there is far more drama, far more outrage, around us than is necessary.

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