Populism….
A trash can term. A refuge for the intellectually lazy. The Pretense of Thought. A label non-thinkers give themselves in order to avoid having to figure out what they believe in. A meaningless label representing those who go along with whatever the mob thinks is cool.
An attempt to sound as if you have given thought to your opinions when in fact you haven’t spent even a fleeting moment trying understand anything, let alone what you think about it.
A supposed ideology that no one can define… in other words, the platitude of ideologies.
The mere existence of the word is an attraction for the vacant mind.
People who identify themselves as Populists are so void of thought they rely on the Mob to give them their ideas. The masses are the river and they are the leaf. (A little zen for PAZ.)
They pride themselves on, and advertise, their strained almost non-relationship with reality and reason.
They transcend meaninglessness and become an obstacle to meaning… the souless zombies destroying discourse.
I intend all of the above in the nicest possible way. (If you think you are one, just don’t ever speak to me… ever. Don’t even think about it. Don’t even look at me. Not even a glance. Not even a passing look… you know, when you look around the room with the intent of looking at me but you don’t stop… you just keep turning your head so it seems like you weren’t looking even though you were… not even that. Actually, stay as far away from me as possible. Everything should be okay then… may be.)
Any guesses regarding the type of recent interaction I subjected myself to? Anyone? Anyone?
For the Love of God (Pick one.), please Make An Effort. Even a small one.
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