Enforced Mediocrity

we killed everybody who disagreed with us, why is there nothing interesting going on anymore?

      There is a certain rule to creative work that most people who are not engaged in creative work are now aware of, which is that exposure and success generally follows an exponential pattern, where the “hardest” part of going from creating for nobody to creating in a way that can pay the bills is getting over the initial “hump” where nobody is paying attention. Once you get a bit of attention, if you are competent in any manner, it is fairly easy to keep creating similar creative works and over the course of a few years, having an audience that supports you and natural word of mouth that spreads you to an increasingly large audience. That is how it works, in theory.

In practice, in the real world, creative stuff is not so simple. I have had many moments in my career in which I’ve garnered an audience, built out a platform, gotten some degree of success with a creative product, but yet my audience has not followed an exponential curve. Why is this? In the real world, people like me, more specifically white men who are not homosexuals or sucking off completely delusional humanistic excesses, we don’t get to have success. We don’t get to have platforms that allow us to be honest. People like me, people who are not braindead morons, people who have actual thoughts and are not sellouts, get our platforms taken away from us repeatedly. No matter the social media platform, once somebody like me, somebody who is sickened and disgusted with how things work and makes no attempt to hide their derision and scorn, gets any amount of popularity, people like me get the platform we have invested time and energy into taken away.

The playing field is not equal and there is no honest person with any shred of intelligence who can say it is. What the powers that be want, what the advertisers want, what the diseased neurotic tech and political people who live in gated communities want, are people who will worship them, slurp up their pseudointellectual vomit, and people who will make trash for their equally idiotic audience. The playing field is set up in a manner in which anybody with a brain, anybody who looks around them and actually has a spine instead of regurgitating talking points and sickeningly saccharine soliloquies that only “make sense” to children with learning disabilities, is cut off at the knees once they gain any sort of influence or ability to succeed by virtue of their own willpower.

We have enforced mediocrity across all forms of human communication. Either you’re a company man writing propaganda for the company, or you’re a dead man walking. We are not in a free market, we don’t have free speech, and the best ideas won’t win, because anybody who is not as stubborn as me recognizes they’re living in a completely fraudulent environment that does not reward, but rather punishes, anybody trying to claw their way out of the intellectual sewer that has become reality.

I’ve been writing and working on various projects for over half a decade at this point. My work has been recognized by those who actually get a chance to find out about it as quite good. Every time I gain any traction, every time I start getting steam behind what I’m doing, I get banned. It’s subtle, but having to continually restart and never feel comfortable about my ability to maintain any sort of steady platform has a mental overhead which makes it hard to retain any sort of enthusiasm or serious focus on projects. What is the point to making stuff if some nameless, faceless, talentless gargoyle is going to push a button to stop me from being able to benefit from my work? This is a question that I increasingly ask myself as time goes on, and as time goes on I increasingly come to the conclusion that the only point left is spite. If I am not allowed to succeed at what I’m good at, if I am to watch mediocre props and nepotism cases succeed and get all the things which are rightfully mine by virtue of my clear superiority, all that is left is for me to stick around and remain openly disdainful. I’m in the right and I do refuse for people I do not respect, people who do not deserve what they have, to have the satisfaction for me to go away and pretend their success is somehow legitimate.

This enforced mediocrity is mind-numbingly horrifying for me. Ever since I was young, the main thing I have been working towards is figuring out how and why the world works. The reason I am able to write in a lucid manner, the reason why so many people appreciate my analysis or sense of humor, is that while growing up I was the person who was not going along to get along. I have sacrificed too many years of my life, my entire childhood and most of young adulthood, in order to clearly reason through things. Now, when I look around me, all I see are people that are completely unlike me. I see nepotism cases and people who are so scared of losing their “respect” or “status” in a fraudulent circus that they put up with becoming worms without any sort of integrity or anything worth saying or doing.

Culture, from top to bottom, for the rich and poor, is completely farcical at this point. The people you see in newspapers, on TV, on Youtube, on Twitter, and wherever else “culture” supposedly resides, are not people who earned their spot by being hard-working, talented, or interesting people. These people earned their spot by being born to corrupt morons or being willing to bend over and present their rear to get reamed repeatedly.

I don’t want to be writing stuff like this at this point in my life. It’s boring and annoying. I want to spend my time writing creative work that I can share with the tens of thousands of people who would make up my audience. The thing is, my audience keeps getting ripped away from me. The work I have put into being able to actually support myself and actually create projects to share with people who want to see those projects keeps getting ripped away from me.

As time goes on and I get older, life increasingly resembles a bad joke. If I had been told as a young man that my speech didn’t matter, that my opinions didn’t matter, that free speech wasn’t real, that only braindead opinions and the most lackluster comedy and talentless hacks would be allowed to participate in the public square, then I would not be as frustrated as I am now, because at least I would have received honesty that allowed me to devote my time to non-creative things or just killed myself at that point. I was not told that. I was told that with hard work and talent I could succeed, that I was living in an environment that rewarded creativity. I don’t live in an environment that rewards talent or creativity. I live in an environment that rewards servile inbreds from incestuous relationships. I live in a dishonest environment that is filled with lies and false promises. The “cultural landscape” is not a beautiful one filled with fertile soil, it’s a radioactive barren rocky garbage dump. The only ideas that are allowed to grow to their natural audience are ideas that are so mundane and useless that they aren’t even worth creating.