Statement of the Grand Inquisitor: Self-hatred is a dangerous game when practiced by Anglos. The danger is not that they will take self-hatred too far but, on the contrary, that in their capable hands it will quickly warp into coy self-adoration. An entire demographic of underemployed aging youth of the dominant tribe devotes itself with brahmanic intensity to this cultural massage, under the guise of policing the borders of cultural territories among nerdy hipsters.
The current incarnation of this self-loving self-hate is a book/website called Stuff White People Like. It is, of course, by and for white people, and sets out to resolve issues such as the wearing of pea coats and other matters which occupy zombies. “That’s what misery is, nothing to have at heart”; but this misery is very popular and well-funded. The collected works of David Brooks will be found on the same shelf, stroke books that can be read with both hands.
Those who strive can be saved; those who are content to chortle at themselves cannot. There is more honor and courage in the smelly, fat carcasse of a science-fiction nerd than in this vast horde of people who are proud not to take themselves too seriously. We say to you again: yes, even Chad Castagana is more worthy than you, chroniclers of wasted life. We say to you: The road to Hell is paved with old issues of The New Yorker.
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