It feels like nearly every parasocial fixation of mine is stained on some level with this. You get popular, you rise, and then you either gravitate into the center mass of Reddit/Twitter retards, or in some cases you fall into a Right Wing ™ or other version of the same thing. You get sucked into a collective that dumbs everyone down to the level of the lowest common denominator and you get suckered out of your individuality and freedom and you become a cognitively-sterilized shell of the real person you used to be and you often curse the freedom of will, thought and expression you once had, if not as vice (as defined by your retard collective), then as immaturity (ditto). Often, as both.
Worth-purged individuals, now expressing themselves in the stilted, constipated means of expression common to the general communities that have mentally enslaved them, mock the genuine people they once were with what itself is a mockery of wit. Retards talking in a bad impression of teenage girls piss on funny series they made when they were still funny, ‘mocking’ (but actually wailing about, in a self-flagellation of their work meant to save face) their own creations not for an actual lack of quality, but for being ‘pwrobwlematic’ in some or multiple ways. Often they supplement this with assurances they’ve ‘grown’, and other false equations of objective qualities with that which the community of worthless peons for whose approval they’ve stripped themselves of their own worth approves of. “Maturing is realizing you don’t need icky slurs to be funny (and obviously you need to need something in order to do it if that thing upsets gay retards like me)!”
This might sound extreme, but it’s almost as bad as learning that your favorite eceleb is a pedophile. Hell, sometimes it hits worse. When I hear Mark Fisbach regurgitating retard propaganda about how he “learned” his tranny jokes were ‘harmful’ (from the Tumblr retards who referred to him as a ‘dudebro’ for thisbecause they need to organize everyone they don’t like into neat little strawmen to make everything more mentally digestible, no less) and let the fags leech money out of him as a penance, that felt as bad as if I were to hear that he sexted a 16 year old. The same goes for him sucking off George Floyd’s corpse, not because he actually knew shit but because the ‘responsible use of his platform’ was to regurgitate what every other retard on Twitter was saying. I would rather hear that Bruva Alfabusa was into lolis than hear him gush in, again, a retarded impression of a teenage girl about how stupid his series was in the description on top of cutting out the word ‘faggot’ from it. On this level, EDP445 is better than them both, because I don’t remember ever seeing him be a retard like that.
And much like with pedophilia, it seems that in some people, if you don’t see it, then you haven’t poked at it enough, like a loose tooth that hasn’t been pressed on enough but its looseness and inevitable dislodging are true of it all the same.
Of course, now it’s more akin to the equivalent of finding entertainers on Epstein Island. Because now, with thorough indoctrination, every new fucker online’s got a tranny flag, a nibberninary flag, or at least a mixed berries–I mean, bisexual flag–defacing some part of their online space. The fact that it’s a flag is telling, too. A flag is a sign of allegiance, a mark of subservience to a greater agency. Think about that.
If there’s one thing that radicalizes me, it isn’t that people are allowed to have fringe political views in public, it isn’t all the quirky little inside jokes we have, and it certainly isn’t the doctrine on race that I’ve heard a million times over from people like @LostSaxon–it’s this.
You, world, took away the funny, unique people I used to love and gave back plastic mannequins in their place. You, world, are threatened by worth and thus strip it from the worthy so that you in your worthlessness are not threatened. You, world, have a consciousness made of retards, enforcing retardation and lobotomizing all opposition that it can.