Crying Over Spilled Milk
wasting natural resources to save the planet or something something
Remember a couple days ago when I asked readers if they ever noticed that—
—those who exhibit the lowest emotional and spiritual intelligence turn to non-profit work to act out their cognitive distortions?
—our culture promotes low emotional and spiritual intelligence by giving these individuals a platform to act out and then calls that acting out activism?
—activism in the west has become grievance club for first world society elites and wannabes whose main oppressor is the asshole inside their heads?
This morning, as I mused about what kind of magical financial gymnastics I would have to do to survive the next 11 days on nothing, pining away for some milk in my fridge, I tuned into Twitter just in time to see a video clip of a group of well-dressed eco-hipsters known as Animal Rebellion, in an Edinburgh Waitrose, stealing milk bottles from the shelves + opening them + pouring them onto the floor. Apparently they did this as part of a co-ordinated effort in stores across the UK—a way of demanding that people switch to the plant-based fake milk stuff.
The footwear the eco-hipsters wore didn’t appear plant-based, from what I could see in the video, but ok do as I say not as I do, right? Clearly a bunch of entitled middle class brats need to trot into a fcuking grocery store and waste food during an economic crisis to save the planet, DUH, don’t you all know anything?
So, we are gonna save the planet by busting into stores across the nation and stealing milk and dumping on the floor and sitting in the milk puddles. We are also gonna save the planet by throwing soup at plexiglass-protected art gallery paintings. It’s cool to waste food like that cuz we got people talking about climate change, donchaknow. Anyway we are showing our love for the cows by wasting all this milk they produced. That’s progressive. I mean no damage was done right?
This is the new proverbial progressive math, you don’t have show your work and it doesn’t matter how you got to the answer, b1tches. Values-driven behaviour is so yesterday.
This passive aggressive acting out is totes ok because it’s for an important moral cause. Again, this reminds me of religious extremists, who have decided that any means necessary to carry out God’s work—that’s what Islamist extremists do, any means necessary to achieve their ends and let the world know they exist and have power to fcuk with everyone’s sh1t. Only it’s not God’s work if you decide you don’t have to follow the values He taught, it’s your work, that makes it self worship.
Fun fact—despair is a form of idolatry because it is self worship
So, I’m a bit of a stuffy old fashioned bore cuz I didn’t get around to throwing soup at any art gallery walls, and I didn’t go to the grocery store to steal a bunch of milk cartons and dump them onto the floor of the store then sit in the puddle. Clearly I’m a selfish + uncaring ghoul. I did vote though. Yeah, we went through the candidates for each section and chose the ones we would vote for and made the list and went to fill out the big ass ballot. Because that’s adulting.
Y’all can talk long and tall about smack activism, at the end of the day it matters not one lick if you didn’t cast your ballot. I will never forget when South African apartheid fell and everyone could vote, the line ups were incredibly long, in the hot sun—people were gonna cast their vote no matter how long the wait. Yet, here we treat it like a dreadful chore—how sad and selfish we are when we can’t even bring ourselves out of our carapace of entitled self indulgence to exercise our most sacred duty as citizens and vote! It’s the last thing I felt like doing, and I did it anyway. I’m glad I did.
So this week the left tried to tell us boundaries are so yesterday, that vandalism is the new activism, and character no longer matters when you are so bankrupt of emotional and spiritual intelligence that you cannot control yourself when you feel sad + angry + despairing about the state of the world and your place in it. We reward assholery, ill manners, selfish disregard, willful destruction of property, wasting of food, and sanctimonious verbal diarrhea.
The White House has posted Nuclear Explosion instructions and suddenly I feel like a kid again, hearing the latest version of the Russians will blow us up over and over again. Gen X is over it, ok? We are the latch key kids who lived through so many threats of nuclear war we are meh right now. Not sure if that’s good or bad. Many of us have learned that freaking out is really self harm because it only hurts you and doesn’t change the situation, which is out of your control.
And I really think that’s where progressives have lost it—trying to control others, focussing so much on things out of their control and bullying the masses in an effort to feel like they’ve accomplished some real action item that will bring them closer to achieving their goal, which maybe they cannot articulate in a measured and rational manner anyway. Progressive despair = self worship.
So, progressives let me ask you—ok so you got everyone’s attention, now what? We are all watching you and so now what’s your next move to save the world, geniuses? What, we just talk about stuff and the magical talking about stuff elven fairy folk swoop in and fix everything? When you’ve grown bored of wasting food and vandalising stuff, maybe you could let us know, cuz right now you are like the aristocrats who powdered their wigs with flour that was much needed to make bread.
Questions to ask yourself
What if you focussed your efforts on endeavours you can control and situations where you can achieve real progress?
What if you focussed your efforts on learning self control, on learning to tolerate yourself?
What if all this talk about including is really a projection of the inability to accept Self?
What if it doesn’t matter what others think if you can accept yourself?
Practise reframing the cognitive distortions
Make friends with that asshole inside your head—I said make friends, not indulge it’s every deranged whim. Remember this part of you has patiently carried your wounds around and it’s hurting and you ought to level up and nurse those wounds. Facing the cognitive distortions created by attachment wounds or trauma triggers takes patience + self compassion + discipline, which a form of self containment + control.
Reserve judgement and lean in with gentle curiosity
Are these claims your inner asshole tells you, are they truth?
Is this your wound talking?
What unmet need is your inner asshole trying express?
Maybe your parents didn’t love you like you needed, maybe they didn’t meet your needs. Guess what? You’re an adult now and you get to parent yourself! You are responsible for loving yourself. You are responsible for accepting yourself. You are responsible for including yourself. You are responsible for validating yourself. It is self harm to offload that Self work onto anyone else. You owe yourself compassion and adab—manners and character are things we do for ourselves first and foremost.