We are in central, and on the way here we listed the jobs that have to be done this weekend. The beloved noted that the idea of central is to relax, but we spend most of the time working. But real life trumps cyberspace: what happens on the street trumps any economic model.
A few years ago, when an older friend mentioned the great potential for evil by Google, albeit for slightly different reasons, I laughed it off. I thought they would always populated by math and science guys like my friend and I, with no time for social justice bullshit.
It’s breathtaking how quickly, easily, and thoroughly the company was converged from top to bottom.
Social Justice is not only a cancer, but an incredibly malignant one metastizing at an incredible rate.
What to do? Back the site up. Be prepared to host elsewhere. Keep on posting. But build a life.
We are not here to fight the cyberwar online, but to do good. The idea of blogging and linking is that one can then automate the warnings that exist.
For the institutions of the narrative are being caught in their lies.
A carefree world generates its own ennui. Thankfully, we don’t have that to worry about. Instead, we have so many ways in which we can make a meaningful sacrifice in this one short life we’re given. I pray nightly. This is what I close with:
Thank you God for the miracle that is life.
A young blogger I read regularly, who has been telling people to get out into real life and engage, has just laid out his reasons for retiring from public writing:
When I wrote “Driving Through Dying Blue Towns” last year … I visited home and saw it again. We can sit by and watch it happen or show some agency. I’m tired of seeing my friends die [of drug addiction] and just providing commentary.
I suspect that public life is something he is just getting started with. The man I am talking about goes by Ryan Landry. I’ve mentioned this before, but he inspired me to start this blog through an off-the-cuff remark that he writes because he wants his children, one day, to know what he was thinking. He closes on a note that rings familiar to anyone who has been reading him:
The storm is growing. Be a lighthouse.
Godspeed, Ryan and thank you for your writing.
There will be a turnover among those who blog and take point in the ongoing fight. There are some who are too fragile in their own lives — working on contract or for a converged employer or client, with a mortgage, with a family. The advice would give them is not to blog. Being a father and husband is a worthy and high calling. Do what you can then.
It is those of us who are older, who have been burnt, who have scar tissue where anything fragile was, who should blog.
If you are not antifragile — if chaos and disorder does not make you stronger, it is time to run silent, run deep. Those of us who are not contracted by loans and who have leadership roles can continue. In New Zealand, we may be facing a crisis as the left start their victory parade before the election. Google and facebook and twitter are censoring speech.
But they cannot control what is said at the dinner table and in the pub.
And that is where the restoration will begin.