Dark Brightness

Bleak Theology: Hopeful Science

A light under a bed burns the bed down. [Luke 8]

Lamps and candles have raw flame. If you put them under a basket or under a bed you will have a fire. For flames rise. If you quench the spirit and do not bear witness to Christ, there will not be light, but flames. If there is no truth and beauty and justice, there will be ash, and fields sown with Salt.

Speaking of pedophiles and trannies, I went to Target yesterday for the first time since “The Stupidity”–a super one in an upscale suburb. T’was my favorite store, being clean, warm, bright, cheap, mildly artsy with a fit and happy stay-at-home-mom/blonde children clientele. Big Steve can mock all he wants but that place was warm fuzzies for sensitive souls who can’t abide the ugliness of Walmart.

Anyway, walked in and was bowled over by dark silence, as though it were after hours. No kids. No squeaky clean moms. They’d literally taken the lightbulbs out of the makeup display section and turned off half the overheads, rendering the store as dank and epilepsy triggering as a Walmart or Fry Electric. The inventory was sparse. The place stank. The bathrooms had “Men” & “Women” signs. No “Whatever” no brand new family bathrooms, as hyped by Target spokes-idiots.

And THE PEOPLE! Blue hairs with full-sleeve tattoos, non-native “citizenry”, bitter pinched-faced whites suffering migraines or menstrual cramps (maybe both), unfriendly AA’s. I saw one employee from before, the rest looked fresh off the carnival circuit. Pussy hat people, basically.

This is the Left, isn’t it? They take something good like Western Civ, or an affordable store for moms who like cute stuff, they claim it, take credit for it, but they’re nothing but sap sucking parasites. Once the host is dead all’s left is dank, dark and fugly.

In our church, we have a test of effectiveness. If we can hear the little ones, we are doing good. If there are no children, then we have no heart. We need to be able to guide, to show light.

And we need to be able to do what Christ commands.

Luke 8:16-25
“No one after lighting a lamp hides it under a jar, or puts it under a bed, but puts it on a lampstand, so that those who enter may see the light. For nothing is hidden that will not be disclosed, nor is anything secret that will not become known and come to light. Then pay attention to how you listen; for to those who have, more will be given; and from those who do not have, even what they seem to have will be taken away.” Then his mother and his brothers came to him, but they could not reach him because of the crowd. And he was told, “Your mother and your brothers are standing outside, wanting to see you.” But he said to them, “My mother and my brothers are those who hear the word of God and do it.” One day he got into a boat with his disciples, and he said to them, “Let us go across to the other side of the lake.” So they put out, and while they were sailing he fell asleep. A windstorm swept down on the lake, and the boat was filling with water, and they were in danger. They went to him and woke him up, shouting, “Master, Master, we are perishing!” And he woke up and rebuked the wind and the raging waves; they ceased, and there was a calm. He said to them, “Where is your faith?” They were afraid and amazed, and said to one another, “Who then is this, that he commands even the winds and the water, and they obey him?”

We are here to teach the truth. That Christ came, and he was indeed God made flesh, whom this world could not stand. He was too righteous and spoke too much truth. He caused opposition where he went, and he healed and bought life where he went. We should therefore not be afraid of letting our words offend.

For the end of this narrative is nigh. When pwr bttm, who were as politically correct as a gender fluid bronie, are taken down on one accusation in 12 hours, then no one is safe. There is no future in this narrative.

There is no game-theoretic reason for a white male, even if they can make a few feeble checkmarks next to supposed victim statuses, to be an SJW.

The biggest non-SJW targets, like Vox, take all the heat. For the most part if you agree with Vox, but don’t quite loom so large in their mind, and surround yourself with friends who aren’t SJWs, on a day-by-day basis, you won’t be much bothered. And there’s no reason to make any concessions; SJWs passionately hate you without concessions, and if you do make concessions, they will passionately hate you and think they can score more points from you. Not only does your world not get better if you bow down, it gets worse.

Meanwhile, if you do bow to the SJWs as a white male, no matter how perfect you are, the slightest error and you will be ejected. The error need not even be real, accusations will do. So it’s basically just a matter of time before your entire social life and capital are taken from you because the mob demands it.

There is no payoff matrix whereby a white male can “win” with the SJWs, so… why bother? Or an Asian, or to some extent, anyone who disagrees with them. They’ve made it game-theoretically pointless to ever give them anything they want.

This is another way of looking at the futility of the SJW movement in the longterm. They are now structurally incapable of not ejecting huge swathes of their own supposed political base. They’re in a purity spiral. Thank goodness they entered the purity spiral stage before they put the very last brick of control in to the government; it was a close thing.

And there is no future in the politics of such a narrative. The gender fluid and the politically active do not have kids. Roosh pulled out his biologist hat and suggests that our elite are no longer of utility because the women do not do their first duty. They are not prepared to be mothers: I think he spends too long in the USA.

But then I have three children. And grandchildren. I loved, despite the narrative, and not always well, but our children (if I count the stepchildren there are five) are a blessing, and alliance, and a comfort. As Bruce is dying, I see my wife and stepdaughter caring for him, and I see that this love glorifies God as surely as his priest reading him the lessons of dying every day.

Even if we solve all the political problems of the day, and neutralize the most vulgar of our society, what are we left with? A shrinking population and citizens so atomized that they are even losing the ability to communicate with each other, who have to use computerized apps and alcohol to fornicate while the female is on sterility medication, which her parents awarded her upon turning 16 years old. Our punishment is coming. Lands of the West will be given away, and even if the barbarian horde can be beaten with technology, there will be a day where there’s man left to stand against them to push the kill button. The barbarians will inherit the new world until they become civilized themselves and the cycle renews once more, like it has many times in the past.

Nature doesn’t care about your egalitarian laws or your superior IQ. It cares about reproduction and power, and what the barbarians lack in intelligence, they make up for in life energy. We are the anomalies, we are the mistakes, and unless we re-discover the ways of family, tradition, and God, we must be ready to accept the inevitable end that it was us who become so weak as a people that we didn’t even bother having a gate, and that all the barbarians had to do was walk right in.

It is those who would put our candles under the bed so that the church burns down who are those who will be damned. There is nothing shameful in Christ. Be there. Walk in his light.

This narrative is dark and it will be destroyed. Do not be there. You cannot keep up with their queer guards.