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The Politics of Envy & Malice Pt 1: A Tale of Two “Privileges”

It seems that every day, we are subjected to insulting cries of “privilege.” White privilege, male privilege, and heterosexual privilege are just a few common invocations. Leftist activists, journalists, entertainers, professors, and pastors have been spreading this poison. Even worse, many public school teachers in democrat-dominated school systems are indoctrinating this corruption into the minds of children. In this series, we will first look at a juxtaposition of “privilege“ on a personal level. In part two, we will show an emblematic example of how public schools are spreading this poison and also discuss the motives of large corporations. In part three, we will conclude with the fallacies that allow “privilege” ideology to spread, and the cultural tools that can defeat it.

A Tale of Two Privileges

How does it make you feel when somebody who knows nothing about you accuses you of “privilege?” Do you feel guilty, ashamed, defensive, or insulted? That’s a natural reaction to such psychological abuse. I don’t get that reaction, because I have come to understand the moral bankruptcy of woke and “privilege” ideology. I only feel courage to defeat the aggressors who hurl the insults, stoic resolve against their manipulative deceptions and neurotic chaos, and a firm gratitude from the fact that my mind remains uncorrupted by their victim/oppressor fantasies. After this series, you will feel the same, and gain some insights into how to spread the cultural inoculation against woke poison.

Let’s start with an obese woman who is deeply indoctrinated with wokeism. She even perceives her wardrobe constraints through the kaleidoscope lens of “privilege” ideology. Are you one of the majority of female shoppers who can buy sizes 32 or lower? Because even designer clothiers like Express carry up to size 32. That’s not good enough for this woman. She says:

“So this is just one example of thin privilege, an example of how hard it is for women of size to find anything to wear. You see all these racks upon racks of straight size clothing. Tons of options! And then for plus size women you have about 6 racks! And even then you have limited sizes. We need to do better! Its just not ok!”

I can’t tell whether this walking advertisement disguised as a woman is shilling for Lane Bryant, or whether she’s aiming to normalize obesity on behalf of the transnational fast food empires, or to help endless weight-control businesses like Weight Watchers maintain a steady stream of customers. Probably all three. At no point does she realize that reduced clothing selection because of her own lifestyle choices is not a dire condition on the scale of human suffering. But she expects institutional power, and even the random guy on the street, to take up her pitchfork and torch, and become a walking advertisement like her.

She expects a majority of the public who aren’t as large as her, and all of the supply chains to accommodate her freely chosen activity and food choices. Businesses have described launching the abnormally large sizes of their clothes like “launching an entirely new line.” They need new cuts, new fits, new models, new pricing strategies, new research (market, fit tests, prototyping), technical design, new patterns, and new forms.

This is why niche clothiers founded businesses like Lane Bryant where larger women can find endless options. I know about the store because I have known some wonderful large women in my life who shopped there frequently. Their styles were as appealing as that of any other designer clothier. Can somebody teach this “privilege“-indoctrinated socialist about the free market? Because her complaint has already been solved by it.

I suppose if I was brainwashed with the politics of envy and malice, my first thought about being a tall guy with a huge head would have been, “How dare this society make me shop custom hats for big heads at online retailers! How dare they cut all of these shirts to fit average-height bodies, and limit my options with my huge 17.5” neck disproportionate to my small 34” waist. The entire world needs to feel ashamed of their body-shape privilege, and then accommodate me with special treatment!”

But I was not brainwashed with the politics of envy and malice. My parents taught me the tenets of traditional Christianity, which instead encouraged me to accept my gifts, remedy deficiencies within my reach, accept deficiencies outside of my control, and to approach my struggles with humility, diligence, and honesty. My reaction to my clothing challenge was simple: “Wow! Isn‘t it incredible that I can find hats big enough for my head and shirts cut like a t-shape for guys with big shoulders and necks. Sure, I don’t have access to all the styles, and I have to shop online for some things, but why should I ever expect something more?“

My traditional Christianity also taught me compassion, empathy, kindness, and respect, which is why I could never in good conscience become an enabler of obesity with pandering words and actions. Obesity does more harm than guns in our society. It’s a grave evil. It must be treated as such, if we have any humanity and virtue. As we say, “hate the sin, not the sinner.” We should offer compassion and encouragement for obese people to get better, but we should never be complicit in normalizing any evil — including obesity.

Well-Fed Privilege

Surely this woman has other virtues in life. Or does she define herself solely upon her size? If this is her fixation, it seems that she’s lacking in virtue to build value in all aspects of her life as a whole person. Obese people have opportunities for all sorts of advantages — wealth, intellect, knowledge, comedy, creativity, artistry, scientific discovery, leadership, technology innovation, sociability, moral excellence, charity, sacrifice, and kindness, just to name a few. Nobody can have it all, and everyone faces deficiencies.

While she fixates upon her trivial clothing selection frustration, there are other people who would call her obesity “well-fed privilege.” Obviously, she can eat truckloads of calories without endangering her life or injuring herself immediately. There are people who cannot even eat the bare necessities of what their bodies need without harming themselves. I was one of those people for years. She would accuse me of “thin privilege,” with malice and envy, and I would in turn, accuse her of “well-fed privilege” with a laugh and a nudge, to open her eyes to the foolishness of presuming the “privileges” of strangers.

Due to lethal vector-borne pathogens that ravaged my body, food became poison to me. Everything I put in my mouth had a high chance of getting stuck in my throat from weak peristalsis and eosinophilic esophagitis induced by severe infections. I had to have surgery one time to get the food unstuck from my throat. As I sat there in pain for six hours, being semi-choked, unable to speak, unable to swallow my own saliva, and drooling on the hospital cot, I thought about the sick joke of living in a nation flooded with cheap food, yet unable to eat basic things I need to thrive. As I scribbled my answers on paper (I could not talk without choking myself), the nurse told me that I was the calmest choking person she has ever seen. I wrote back to her, “If I don’t maintain this demeanor, I would only make it worse.” She replied, “I don’t even know how you’re writing coherently. You’re a unique man.”

While the nurse was a pleasant distraction, it didn’t turn out well. They put me to sleep with anesthetic. When I awoke, they shuffled me out of the hospital in a wheelchair with haste. I asked the nurse, “Why is there a taste of blood in my mouth. My throat feels like there is a lot of fluid there.” She looked uneasy, and her body language indicated deception. She said, “That’s normal. Just get home and get some rest.” I soon learned that the surgeon cut my throat removing the food embolus, which put the metallic taste of blood in my mouth for days, and I couldn’t talk for six weeks, let alone eat anything besides liquids.

Even worse — the infections gave me SIBO (small-intestinal bacterial overgrowth). I could only drink protein shakes (sugar free) and keffir. Every three days my body would turn toxic and I would be vomiting for four hours to expel the buildup of poison and infection.

What if the obese “privilege”-minded woman had seen me in the grocery store? In her mind, I would have appeared to be a “thin-privileged” person on the outside, with my Brooks Brothers clothing. While she envies the way I look, if she knew the totality of my life, she would not have traded places with me for all the money in the world. She would never know that the first few times I walked into the grocery store with this 99.99999th percentile condition of medical torture, to which only starving people could relate? I was sunken with numbness and disillusionment.

After a few months of malnourishment, anger and despair came, as the reality of losing my basic ability to eat set in. To have dietary restriction is typically manageable, but this was no ordinary dietary restriction. There were thousands of food items that incredibly ungrateful people pulled off the shelves to feed themselves and their families, as they complained on their cell phones about petty things. I walked the isles searching for things that wouldn’t put me in the hospital. The trial-and-error phase was arduous. Even half of the items on the SIBO diet would set off my choking from my extreme eosinophilic esophagitis, and I would have to pop a nitroglycerin pill to ward off the food impaction. I found bone broth, coconut protein shakes, sugar-free brewed infusions, and one or two other things. In a few months, I was skin and bones, and my pants had to be belted tight, looking like karate pants.

But while I certainly experienced anger and despair like this obese woman, the way I dealt with it was much different. My reaction was not that of malice and envy like the “privilege”-indoctrinated people. I didn’t resent everyone else because they had an advantage over me that nearly every person in the USA had — including most patients in hospitals eating normal meals, and “poor” people eating sufficiently as evidenced by the chubby flesh on their bones.

It made me feel determined to reclaim access to a basic feature of living. It made me feel hopeful that someday I would be able to eat normal meals again and appreciate them like I should have always when we said grace at the dinner table. It made me feel some pity for myself, but a greater pity for the hordes of ungrateful people filling their shopping carts with no concept of how good they have it, taking their dietary luxuries for granted. For them, as Elaine from Seinfeld once said, it feels “like a big sweaty hog waiting for them to fill up the trough.”

You see, every privilege has a price. Very intelligent? People will never relate to you, and you’ll be lonely often even when surrounded by people. Very attractive? Many people will seek to use you for your looks and never care about who you really are. Well-fed? You start taking food for granted and feel like Elaine’s pigs at the trough.

For me, when I could enjoy a normal meal again, it would feel like I was reborn into a new life. So while I never had this envy and malice that would inspire me to shame everyone around me with “privilege”-ideology, I was presented with an even greater despair than this obese woman at the clothing store. Unlike many obese people, I did nothing wrong to end up with my condition. I wasn’t a glutton. I wasn’t a sloth. I got more than the recommended daily exercise, and I ate a substantial and healthy diet.

In fact, I was punished for doing the right thing, running on the trails of Reston five days a week for health and well-being, where an infected tick bit me. So this woman probably has another moral defect: she knows that her choices are largely responsible for her condition of obesity, and she deflects guilt and blame by lashing out at strangers with envy and malice.

That is, the corrupt heart of socialism. Whether their target is “the rich,” “the bourgeois,” “the thin,” “the male,” “the whites,” and now – even the military children? How can we empower our children to develop the steadfast and resilient morals that my parents and Westminster private pre-school gave to me as a child, when there are democrat-voting socialist-indoctrinating fiends in the public schools spreading malice, envy, and “privilege” ideology like poison into the heads of children? Do we really want hordes of people to start reacting to every constrained option in their life like this obese woman? That mentality is the stuff of the Jacobin, Bolshevik, and Thule/Nazi revolutions. It doesn’t turn out well.

I would humbly suggest that we instead look to the wise traditions that empowered me to be more effective at dealing with struggles much more painful than, “they don’t have this style in my size.”

Next Up…

In the next part of this series, we will look at how the public schools and large corporations are spreading “privilege” ideology and wokeism.

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