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Bleak Theology: Hopeful Science


The narrative is a lie. We must conform to the lie, or the narrative will fail. The narrative is naked and we must call it clothed. This is an exercise of power. William Briggs calls it correctly.


I do not joke nor jest. In New York City, “You can be fined for not calling people ‘ze’ or ‘hir,’ if that’s the pronoun they demand that you use.”

Examples of Violations

a. Intentional or repeated refusal to use an individual’s preferred name, pronoun or title. For example, repeatedly calling a transgender woman “him” or “Mr.” after she has made clear which pronouns and title she uses …

So that if a man pretends, as I do, to be First Sovereign Emperor of Earth, and thus demand that you use the pronouns “your” or “his Majesty”, you must use them. Or pay. If you cannot pay, the money will be confiscated from you. You bigot.

Yeah, sure. Move on. What most don’t grasp is that the elites, most of whom are not men pretending to be married to one another, want you to lie. They do this to show who is in charge. Once everybody accepts the lie about gmarriage, the elites will push on to new territory, as they are doing with men pretending to be women. And after that fiction is commonplace, some new outrage against Truth will take its place, and so on, until the populace it pliant and cowed.

For Heaven’s sake, did anybody not read 1984? What the purpose of torturing Winston to say 2 + 2 = 5? That the Party really believed that mathematical fiction? No! It was to subjugate and for no other reason.

Sure, there are always handfuls of lunatics bounding about who do say what is unequal is equal, but these unfortunates (like the poor) are always with us. They are always so small a minority as to be powerless—unless they are granted status by self-serving elites. Too, the variability of preposterosities believed is enormous. The elite is free to pick from any of them. So why doesn’t the government make us swear Bigfoot is real?

Why not, indeed? Probably because most people wouldn’t care one way or the other if it were true. It is only a trivial affront to sanity to say “Bigfoot exists”. But officially mandating that one say that a man is a woman is so removed from Reality that none can accept it unless (a) they have lost their bearings, or (b) they are suitably threatened.

Any combination guarantees cultural suicide.

As such, it has a correct response.

When violence intrudes into peaceful life, its face glows with self-confidence, as if it were carrying a banner and shouting: “I am violence. Run away, make way for me—I will crush you.” But violence quickly grows old. And it has lost confidence in itself, and in order to maintain a respectable face it summons falsehood as its ally—since violence lays its ponderous paw not every day and not on every shoulder. It demands from us only obedience to lies and daily participation in lies—all loyalty lies in that.

And the simplest and most accessible key to our self-neglected liberation lies right here: Personal non-participation in lies. Though lies conceal everything, though lies embrace everything, but not with any help from me.

This opens a breach in the imaginary encirclement caused by our inaction. It is the easiest thing to do for us, but the most devastating for the lies. Because when people renounce lies it simply cuts short their existence. Like an infection, they can exist only in a living organism.

We do not exhort ourselves. We have not sufficiently matured to march into the squares and shout the truth our loud or to express aloud what we think. It’s not necessary.

It’s dangerous. But let us refuse to say that which we do not think.

This is our path, the easiest and most accessible one, which takes into account out inherent cowardice, already well rooted. And it is much easier—it’s dangerous even to say this—than the sort of civil disobedience which Gandhi advocated.

Our path is to talk away fro the gangrenous boundary. If we did not paste together the dead bones and scales of ideology, if we did not sew together the rotting rags, we would be astonished how quickly the lies would be rendered helpless and subside.

That which should be naked would then really appear naked before the whole world.

They shall demand lies.

We shall give them truth.

Four is not five. Six is not seven.

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