Flying the Ill-faded Flag/Gray Witch. Pre-Teen Pre-Tend. Be Dr. Seuss about diagnostics.

 

 

 

 

Icarus:  flying with ill-faded flag-wings too close to the Sun. 

 

 

An analogy that seems durable enough is with smoking, cigarettes. Who's to blame and shame the smokers? Who casts the first stone?

 

Susan Blackmore's "Meme Machine" is the canonical text on pernicious Memes, selfish cultural viruses who might even evolve and spread as they kill their hosts, as do selfish genes, in forms of life (all multicellular life e.g.) who have sexes. 

 

Who spreads the Memes? By definition the cult members are irresponsible, and not responsible. They cannot help themselves.

 

But. 

 

Those who claim to "care" about them are doing the exactly wrong thing:  enabling. The self-styled "allies."

 

They are.

 

They are not knowingly flying the black flag of anarchy, but we can say it is a gray area.   Their Memes are Susan Graymore Memes, not blaming the theoretician, but alluding to the moral ambiguity.

 

The enormity of the scandal is gross:  look at the formerly well-regarded institutions now broken by this disaster:

 

Planned Parenthood.

 

The ACLU

 

Wikipedia

 

 An alternative we all were looking for to Twitter.

 

Publications less respectable like "Teen Vogue," and well, The Onion. 

 

Psychology Today. (?) (apparently NOT?) (it seems not to have been compromised!) (?) (well apparently an über-fraud  ... one forgets the name, any way, he's has gotten into Psychology Today. So ... sigh) 

 

"Scientific" American. 

 

The Southern Poverty Law Center. 

 

Innumerable "Skeptics" and "Atheist" so-called 'spaces,' trying to make it about religion, while all along, well, it is, not "about" religion proper but, it is faith-based and hardly "quasi-" in any way. It is religion itself it is.

 

 

98% of those who've been convinced to, like circular-breathing tenors, to hold the tenets of this religion are entirely blameless. They were endowed with if anything at all, over-active imaginations, and colorful capacities for fantasy and inventiveness. Led by  Pied Pipers of the purest games of "let's pretend."

 

As if in a Mega-Church, by prosperity-preaching mentalists. 

 

Not "let us attend, at-tend,"

 

? 

 

No, "Let Us Pre-tend."

 

A game even unto Pre-Teen Pre-Tend. 

 

This plays into the most vividly imagined wondered at suspected conspiracies of other imagination-loving apopheniacs. Who in this case cried "wolf" about actual wolves.

 

In sheep suits.

 

Little boy blue. Little girl red.

 

Little ... well we won't be so specific right here, white, "faded" to gray. 

 

Little Gray Who ... to be Dr. Seuss about diagnostics.

 

Now supposedly all who are in the know know, by age four at the latest. Yet more and more suddenly "discover" what has been all along, at much later dates. Of course there is no quest for contradiction. That would be anathema. Simply believe, that is the highest form of forming one's thoughts, form, re-form, per-form.

 

Pre-form. 

 

Pre-tend.

 

My Presumption.

 

So in conclusion my presumption is:

 

a) if someone has "skin in the game" so to quite literally speak, they are demonstrably not responsible. They are in the cult, they are victims.

b)  is someone does not have skin in the game, they are mere cheerleaders, cheerfollowers, or "allies," they are in a gray area, but still, it is the Memes themselves, who "want" to spread, that are who is to blame. Selfish Memes replicating mindlessly. Proliferating prolifically.

c) the cowed, the ones who've been told to just shut up, because they are "bigots" or "haters" or "fascists," have been avoidant. But not wanting to resort to violence simply because they know they are in the right. In some ways they are the most blameless of all. But for them it's easy. They're not the ones infected. THey don't believe the Memes. They scoff, or laugh, or just plain shake their heads at the absurdity. This is peak good health.

 

One wouldn't want to use a folksy cliche but they are in the ... let us call it faded red..

 

Light red.

 

Red light.

 

Not hat red.

 

Not hatred.

 

Lightred, enlightredment. It's so easy for one who can tread this wide way. Hardly a "straight and narrow" one at all. 

 

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