Someone named Matt C. tweets:
Spent time with my simple, all-American family today. There is no hope for this nation. The 3rd world masses must rise up and destroy us.
28Sherman retweeted this, observing that ideology and aesthetics are linked. I don’t know who Matt is, but you could have fun with the 140-character form and pretend you’re explicating a William Carlos Williams poem. How’s this penitent Prodigal Son interpretation:
I despair for my hardscrabble family. My Leftist ilk, we’re ruining this land. Hey scary immigrants around our SWPL enclave — stop us, I beg you!
A stretch? Not at all, if you read the tweet on a purely textual level. Now, let’s look at Matt’s tweet through the filter of apocalyptic nationalism:
Cuckservatives and churchians, sad! A plague upon them. RaHoWa now.
Or we can attribute the common SJW sentiments to what may have been an in vino veritas tweet, posted late on a Friday night and since deleted. With that approach:
“Spent time with my simple, all-American family today.”
The thing about members of one’s family, is that sometimes they can disappoint you. Another thing about kin — thinking of my own large extended family — is that my respect and affection for a given individual is not strongly correlated with how complicated or simple he is.
“There is no hope for this nation.”
His relatives are bitter clingers, and the number of such people can feel overwhelming. How can one Progressive fight so much ignorance? He yearns for a nation in which people adopt a suite of attitudes that elevate them above the bromidic life of bondage to tradition; see Point 2 in this post.
“The 3rd world masses must rise up and destroy us.”
We talked about about r-selected person’s “let’s you and him fight” Darwinian programming, specifically his subconscious strategy of inviting large numbers of aliens to fight those fellow-natives against whom he can’t compete for the status to which he feels entitled. As Anonymous Conservative explains it:
Nature programmed the r-strategist this way. He could never out-compete you, one on one, in a free society. In such an environment, his type is destroyed. But that isn’t his game. Unable to compete directly, he has evolved into a machine, designed to import a brutal occupation, and then survive it, as you are killed trying to fight it because of your K-strategist urges.
Principle demonstrated: over time, a dog and its master will come to resemble each other.