As we might recall, all human behavioral traits are heritable:
Think of the bees. They seem individual, they are not.
We are not atomized units of an urban nervous system.
I see it as a metaphor rather than a specific belief set, keeps it useful.
Do I get downhearted? Yes I do. You think it’s easy, living on the red pill?
It appears to be not the well-adjusted individual but the individual who experiences subjective distress who is more likely to process self-relevant information in a relatively unbiased and balanced fashion.
If it’s well-adjustedness you want for yourself, and a minimum of subjective distress, take the blue pill. We gloomsters are right about pretty much everything, but we’re not very happy.
And of course most people do take the blue pill. Optimism—which is usually cockeyed, according to Taylor, Brown, and me—is the species default. Anthropologist Lionel Tiger wrote a book about it, subtitled: The Biology of Hope. Realism is maladaptive.
It is also antisocial. Who wants to hear you say that the emperor has no clothes, when everyone else they know—including all the cool people!—says otherwise? My friend Jared Taylor, proprietor of the race-realist (there you go) website American Renaissance, is fond of saying that: “Most people don’t want to have unpopular opinions.” He’s right. So was the poet who said: “Human kind cannot bear very much reality.”
Because MSM is blue pill, keeps people docile and buying shit on credit.
It’s the antisocial aspect that gets us red-pillers down. Try to imagine what it’s like. (I’m assuming, gentle reader, that like most of humanity, you are on the blue pill.) What’s it like, being on the red pill? Like strolling through a lunatic asylum with no locks on the doors.
Random example: The other day I got into a conversation with a liberal lady who was ranting about the evil of “white supremacy.” I pointed out that (a) it is rather easy to move domicile from one country to another—I have done it several times—and that (b) there are a hundred or more nations under black, brown, or yellow supremacy, so that (c) a person who complains about the evil of white supremacy while continuing to live under it and forcing his loved ones to do likewise is either (1) a lying poseur or (2) a moral criminal.
The lady called me a “fascist.”
Orwell might have had an opinion on that term.
Then the upside of depressive realism kicks in. Crazy as the social and political worlds undoubtedly are, looking at things realistically, reason still holds its fort. Mathematics, the homeland of reason; science, the mostly-well-behaved offspring of math; and technology, the child of pure science, continue to produce wonders and enlarge our understanding.
No, see the Left used to tether themselves to Science (opposing Religion) when it was run by them, now geneticists and the like are ruining their fun with fact. Try and explain how IQ is nature-based and nurture-triggered, they don’t fucking get it. (If there’s nothing in there to trigger, nothing will happen). If they did, you wouldn’t have to try and explain, because they’d already know.
I spent some time 40 years ago writing early mainframe computer systems for banks. Now, sitting in my living room with a laptop, scrolling through my bank accounts, making payments and transfers, I know what magic it all is, and what prodigies of careful reasoning lie behind it. Not everything is lunacy.
I want to believe that diversity is our strength; that Islam is a religion of peace; that the Republican Party is a force for conservatism; that if George thinks he is a woman, then by golly he is a woman—his cock, balls, beard, and37.2 trillion Y-chromosomes notwithstanding; that my personality will survive when my brain is destroyed; that if not for the cruel legacy of colonialism, black African nations would by now have Mars colonies and world-conquering commercial enterprises; that poverty causes crime; that gay is just as good as straight; that a woman needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle; that I have free will; that importing one-quarter of the population of Guyana has been good for the U.S.A., and for Guyana; that IQ tests measure nothing of life-history significance, only the ability to pass IQ tests; that there is no such thing as race; that a loving invisible god is watching over me and listening to my mumbled preferences, when not attending to necessary maintenance chores elsewhere in the Virgo Supercluster; that women’s sports are interesting for non-lesbians to watch even when not conducted in skimpy bikinis; that 10,000 hours of dogged practice will make me a first-class tennis player; that Guatemalan gangbangers will become family-values conservatives once they have touched the magic soil of the U.S.A.; that invoking “culture” (which means: the customary behaviors of a people) as an explanation for the customary behaviors of a people increases our understanding; that black kids will do just as well as white kids academically as soon as we fix the schools; that some person somewhere knows how to fix the schools …
I want to believe the pretty lies. I’ve had enough of depressive realism. I want to take the blue pill. Where’s the nearest retail outlet?
I think the problem is engaging with the idiots. If you just bring up real-life applications or contradictions and lead back to the theory, the right people can follow. You could say 2+2=4 to an idiot (and let’s be honest, no Liberal Arts major can score especially well on a maths IQ test) and however great you are at explaining number theory, they’ll say the answer is “whatever it wants to be.”
Our understanding of free will, in fact, was informed by theology. If you could choose how to act, religion could control you, the bread and the birch. Calvinists adopted the opposite position but still acted in accordance with scripture. Same goes for other ‘Chosen’ groups.
Free will is antithetical to cause and effect. Billions of events occurred to bring us as organisms to this present moment in the universe, with our precise configuration of genes, chemicals and schemata. We may think we are choosing A over B over C, yet divorced from our personal involvement, it is easy to see which option a self-interested higher mammal will opt for on little biographical info.
Humans are predictable and the ever-dwindling excess margin is a measurement error.
Belief has an effect on outcomes, thusly it is a cause, but sustaining belief is an ability in itself (try telling that to atheists). Strength to strength, or character, as it was once known. Self-efficacy, the belief in oneself when acting, bolsters performance, in a type of outcome placebo effect.
Extremes are frowned upon by the average, it threatens them. Absolving responsibility is an outcome of misinterpretation. There is certainly responsibility for our actions, in spite of our changing understanding of choice, because we did them. Criminal responsibility requires actus reus, the act, and mens rea in many cases, the intention.
As both are present, we are not free but we are responsible.
It joins the ranks of other terrifying facts, shelved alongside precious mortality.