>>10422>>10424>>10427Thanks.
To follow up, one often hears the assertion that a people needs to have a shared culture that includes shared myths. And that may be. One hears the assertion that the vast mass of interchangeable, fungible IQ-90 NPCs out there need a simplistic moral framework with which to work in their day-to-day lives, and the culture is supposed to provide that.
Certainly it is true that certain philosophers of the previous century or two were perfectly, metaphysically certain that as Western man became better and better educated, people would throw off the shackles of ignorance and superstition. Humanity, led by the men of the West, would march triumphantly forward into a new, self-wrought future. The childhood of the race was ending and the first adult human culture would come to be. Men would at last be free to think for themselves, each man his own master.
And I think you see how that turned out.
IQ-90 normies really, really, really do NOT like thinking. The vast majority of people, even White people in the most affluent nations, do NOT want to ponder the important questions: what is truth? what is beauty? what is justice? what is man's obligation to society? what is society's obligation to man? They look at the big words and their eyes roll back in their heads and they flail about blindly like the intellectual Thalidomide babies they are. "Muh brain hurts! Muh poor widdle BRAIN! I need a drink! I need some weed! Where's muh phone? Muh sportsball team's playin' Chicago t'day an' we gotta win t' make th' finals! An' I'm gonna miss muh teevee shows! I don't give a FUCK about none o' this nerd bullshit! Can't somebody just figure it all out 'n' tell me what to think? You could put it all in an app in muh phone!"
This is older than the Internet. It's older than TV. All over the English-speaking world, the printed pulp paper newspapers had horoscope columns before the Second World War.
So, stipulated. The vast majority of human beings, even White men, really hate to think for themselves. Even for an instant. About anything whatsoever. Not many people have ever been, mentally speaking, tough enough to inhabit a world in which kindly God the Father, smiling benevolently down at them from his throne on Mount Olympus, did not, in fact, create the entire universe just for them. They recoil in horror from the fact that the world, our place in it, and our lives are essentially accidents. They cannot bear to contemplate these facts for even an instant. They have been dragged, kicking and screaming, into the light of day and they fight to claw their way back to their beloved Stygian night, where everything was simple and they didn't have to think about stuff that hurts their widdle feewings. To blot it all out they reach for the bottle, the needle, the little glass pipe, the teevee screen that lets them think about fiction instead of fact, the badly named "smartphone" that lets them get infinity dopamine hits by scrolling TikTok infinity hours.
Therefore society needs a mythological framework that is held in common, one that comes with a preinstalled moral code that is good enough for the vast majority of people, who are, and I will repeat it here for the hard of hearing, intellectually incurious sorts disinclined to look very deeply into anything for very long at all. They have a genuine psychological need for this. Strip one away from them and they seek out another. They will trip over their own enormous clown shoes running to embrace every kind of destructive nonsense: horoscopes, ecofascism, "social justice," foreign death-cults like Islam and Santeria. They join Scientology, or the Hare Krishnas, or the flying saucer cult that commits mass suicide a year later. Or they stick needles in their arms and self-destruct in the near term. They need a belief system, one lacking big words and complex ideas, to encourage them to be sober and productive and plan for the future.
The question then becomes, what kind of mythos do the normies need? Christianity is, trivially, risible nonsense. A bright eight-year-old who isn't afraid of catching a beating for being "disrespectful" can tie a roomful of grey-bearded "learned" theologians in knots by asking a few simple questions. Christianity has the advantage that it is history is, for better or for worse, deeply intertwined with the history of the West. Up until maybe a century ago it existed in a form that was not immediately fatal to nations that accepted it, but as it is now I think it may be unsalvageable.
And, make no mistake about it. The great things our ancestors achieved were not because of Christianity, but despite it. In poll after poll it is revealed that, at least in the US, when questions are asked about religion and "spirituality," Africans-in-America and Mexicans-in-America score by every measure as vastly more "spiritual" than de wypipo. Has Jeebus done anything whatsoever to moderate their violent behavior, to make them into sober, productive citizens? No. The human capital those groups represent, both individually and collectively, has a minus sign in front of it, no matter how long they have stood on the Magic Dirt and swarmed into the White man's church, and nothing changes.
The task of creating a new faith to replace the old one is beyond me. I can describe the problem as I perceive it. I can say "these memes are bad and we need new memes." I can't tell you what the memes should be. But the task is exigent. The stakes are nothing less than the continued existence of our people.