Already Broken
Margot, seen below, is a “nutrition counsellor.” She is “root-cause and system focussed.” Oh, and she has some questions:
Turns out you can’t smash capitalism and agitate the proletariat without a solid meal plan.
Tiktok commies are doing revolution meal prep, I am dying 💀😂
You cannot make this up. pic.twitter.com/2OYFD6A2NP
— Right Side of History™️ (@xxclusionary) November 15, 2023
“We can fight with our food,” says she.
Bridge crossed, methinks.
Update, via Mr Muldoon in the comments:
Apparently, the revolution will be fuelled by cashew milk and vegan pseudo-cheese. Because as capitalism is toppled, and amid the riots and burning cars, there will, it seems, be space for neurotic niche cuisine.
Update 2:
NielsR adds,
I suspect that the fantasy of being in charge and important, of correcting others amid some cosmic drama, is very much the appeal. It’s the standard pattern of the type. And Margot, dear Margot, is very much of a type.
And so, while her comrades “break capitalism” and “abolish” prison, and as violent criminals roam the streets unmolested, Margot will be instructing the little people on how to dry pepper seeds and how to wash foraged bin scraps in vinegar to remove any trace of those nasty pesticides. And I doubt that this fantasy, this contrived, absurd mindset, is amenable to realism or logic, or any kind of correction. It’s probably best considered as a case of bad wiring.
Margot and her peers, these psychologically precarious young women – all of a remarkably narrow social class – are, they tell us, the ones who will be “moving the world forward.” And they’ll bestow this gift, this glorious transformation, by “coaching people in how to eat from a revolutionary and resistance standpoint,” and by making endless TikTok videos about themselves and their cultivated mood disorders.
Assuming, that is, that the proletariat are tempted by the prospect of economic ruin, roaming gangs of muggers and rapists, and evenings spent washing other people’s bin contents.
As they say, you couldn’t make it up.
I recall a video of Richard Feynman speaking at an event in California. It wasn’t a lecture hall thing, people were gathered around sitting on pillows, iirc. Anyway, some fat old leftist type asked Feynman that, since he’s so smart, why wouldn’t he invest an antigravity device. It would solve so many of the world’s problems. Feynman politely takes his question at face value and provides an earnest response. I have this sick fantasy in which that situation ends when Feynman goes Pete-Townsend-on-Abbie-Hoffman-at-Woodstock on his ass. Sigh. You can’t always get what you want.
Before the Challenge launch in which a teacher was to be the first “regular person” to fly into space, some fat old Burl Ives look alike lefty was being interviewed on CNN for whatever reason. He proffered his opinion that perhaps next we should launch a poet so s/he could look down on the earth and enlighten us about it. Pity we didn’t try his idea first. Now WTF did I put my revolver?
Although not quite cashew milk, you may be interested in this instructive video:-
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JJCTIPWPNtw
“imma be honest with you, I feel like riding horses is a redneck sport”
As horses were not native to Africa, and as braided or styled manes have been around forever, sounds like she is doing some cultural appropriation and colonizing equestrianism.
Can I get back to you on that?
“urban “gardener” how much sustenance is actually created”
Ah. The occasional “rooftop gardens” trope that resurfaces every few years. As if a few hundred square feet will produce enough calories to support the building’s population…
Are you not swayed by these utopian visions?
Strange as it may seem, I find I can quite comfortably live with that.
Meh. Not being happy garners them much attention. Being the center of much attention makes them happy. It’s a viscous cycle.
Near the end, she says Tiktok videos need to be more than 1 minute “for better engagement”, so she adds some filler. Length of video: 59 seconds. Ipsa res loquitur.
First, the rich. Then each other.
If alternatives to real milk are on the play list, here’s a contender.
The whole thing has an air of the, shall we say, unconvincing.
It’s perhaps worth noting Margot’s self-preoccupied comrade, Rachel, and her incoherent rambling about anger – a term she uses many times, as if it were a credential, a boast. A kind of social jewellery.
Says she,
It’s curious just how often ostentatious claims of anger – pretentious anger – and emotional dysregulation generally – crop up among these people.
A great lesson in what happens if there is no government is Somalia which has devolved into constant warlord warfare. Gangs have stolen all the power lines for scrap. It is simply charming.
Two experiments have been done of dividing a country in half and making one communist and one capitalist: Korea and Germany. Striking results. Some diehard western commie asserted that even though E germany was much poorer, it was ok because there was less inequality. He did not ask the E germans who tried their best to flee what they thought.
Did not St. Maggie Thatcher address this very point, clearly, resolutely, and without apology 40 f****n’ years ago? Yet here we are yet again, a much, much more, tremendously more wealthy and technologically advanced society relative to 40 years ago, relative to any preceding 40 year time span. And our leaders, our conservative…”conservative” leaders, US, UK, Oz, etc. etc. leaders, are more in line with the Labor and other leftists of that day than with her. They lack the fire, the determination, the moral and philosophical backbone to speak directly, resolutely, and without equivocation regarding the tremendous success of the policies and even beyond what she spoke of, the very civilization that made all this possible. Because someone might think their tweets are mean.
Rooftop gardens…
This thinking even infests the people I mentor. One guy had a proposal in the “urban agriculture” realm (generally multistory buildings full of hydroponic systems). He had hardened his design to be independent of city electric power for the lights and pumps by putting solar arrays on the roof.
Five stories of hydroponics lit by LED arrays. Powered by a portion of the output of one roof full of solar panels.
I asked him for the rough numbers on light needs, efficiency, and power budget. Blank face.
Come on, guy. Your entire scheme depends on getting light from outside the building to inside.
A few quick napkin calculations showed that each floor was going to get the equivalent of 9% of full sunlight actually onto the plants. At best.
Sigh.
[ Sounds of tomorrow’s Ephemera being scheduled. ]
…it was ok because there was less inequality.
Of course they never define “inequality” because the life of a factory worker drinking his 50% wood chip coffee in his two room apartment waiting seven years for his Trabi was not exactly anywhere near “equal” to the local party apparatchik.
“50% wood chip coffee”
*looks over at chicory/coffee sitting on desk. Yum*
*looks over at chicory/coffee sitting on desk. Yum*
Oh sure, chickory is one thing, but when you skip the acorn ersatz coffee and go straight to oak bark even Euell Gibbons would raise an eyebrow.
“oak bark even Euell Gibbons would raise an eyebrow”
well, duh. Everyone knows that pines make the best eating. Next to grape nuts…
Everyone knows that pines make the best eating.
“but some parts of a Michelin radial are edible”
hmmm. Read that as “radical”…
Long pig, anyone?
It’s curious just how often ostentatious claims of anger – pretentious anger – and emotional dysregulation generally – crop up among these people.
As children, they were taught that feelings, their feelings, were what it meant to be taken seriously. Now they cannot navigate life. Of course they’re filled with anger.
I am… consumed by anger as motivation, always… I carry it very deeply with me all of the time… It infuses every part of my being, all of the time.
It’s curious just how often ostentatious claims of anger – pretentious anger – and emotional dysregulation generally – crop up among these people.
Wait, how is that possible? She isn’t an old white guy, so how can she be angry? I guess my edition of the rule book is now out of date.
He did not ask the E germans who tried their best to flee what they thought.
Well, to be fair, many of them would have been, er, unresponsive. And perforated.
I understood from Sozlhenitsyn that after the revolution we’d be eating frozen fossil salamander, when lucky.
Must be off now, to manage my new band, “Niche Cuisine”.