Essays in Idleness

Every time I see a photograph of Jack Dorsey, I want to wash and shave. It is seldom that another human being has such an hygienic effect on me; especially one I have never personally met. Thanks to him, I may report to gentle reader that, up here in the privacy of the High Doganate (surrounded by jackhammers), I am quite clean-shaven this morning. I was able to resist the temptation to bathe in Dettol, but my shower was the next best thing.

I’m going out on a limb here. I am assuming my reader knows who Jack Dorsey is. (It’s not hard to find his picture.)

The boss of Twitter is among the “deep tech” executives who have, in a less ambiguous way than ever before, shut the accounts of the Trump campaign, within three weeks of a national election, and are blocking those (rather numerous) subscribers who are trying to forward the meaty revelations appearing in the New York Post. Those, incidentally, unambiguously show that one of the presidential candidates (Biden, of all people) is seriously fraudulent and corrupt. Who’d have guessed it? (Well, I did.)

Now, when I write “deep tech,” some reader will accuse me of touting a conspiracy theory. I use this expression on the analogy of “deep state.” Curiously, I don’t think this is a conspiracy at all. In the District of Columbia, where the bureaucratic institutions of the Merican Nanny State are chiefly located, Democrats routinely take well over 90 percent of the vote. Republicans do not necessarily finish second, however. That the labour pool for these institutions is overwhelmingly “progressive,” is something I infer.

Ditto for Silicon Valley. The residents do not need to conspire, although the speed at which identical editorial decisions are reached, is amazing. This I attribute to their electronic hardware.

Some seven years ago, under the influence of well-intended friends, I did a three-month experiment of “being on Twitter.” They said it would immensely increase my “hits,” and it did — while dramatically decreasing attention to them. I was flattered by all the fan-mail I received, because I am a shallow person, but when the three months were up I got off. For I do not covet a mass audience, or that kind of fame. Engaging in live-time battles of wits with other Twitterers is fun for a while, but sooner or later one recovers one’s self-respect. Or at least some people do.

Is censorship of the Internet important? In the long run, arguably, no. We can’t know what happens in the long run. But in the short run, it is the most powerful tool in the hands of Satan’s proxies. The attempt to black out information unfavourable to the Democrats, or anything favourable to the Republicans, is a victory for Antifa, and Critical Race Theory (currently the rage among the administrative class; it goes well beyond Marxism).

Biden is not, and never was, a radical. He is merely sleazy, and a little senile. He wouldn’t put radicals in his government because he agrees with them. He will include them, in the way post-War governments in Central Europe included the Communists in their coalitions, thinking that this would buy them off. They only asked for a few portfolios. With these, they rapidly took over. Within a few years they didn’t even have to shoot people any more: for entire populations were now quite compliant.

I think much of the voting population is vaguely like Biden. They are generally opposed to looting and violence, but sleepily willing to accept a “root cause.” They think the disorder will stop once they’ve got rid of Trump. But no, supposing they decide to do this, they will discover that they have removed the principal adversary to it, and deep statism. They’d be wiser to annihilate the profoundly compromised Democratic Party.