The Unprofitably Incompetent - moral obscenity - zero gratitude - destruction of the host
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Sat Jan 26 14:32:32 PST 2019
The Unprofitably Incompetent
Those who can't do, demand...
Profit propels civilization. When a producer can make an item or
provide a service at a cost lower than a customer values that item
or service, and the customer has the means and the freedom to buy,
the difference between what’s paid over cost is profit. That profit
is the producer’s incentive to produce, and in turn funds the
producer’s consumption, savings, and investment, which creates other
producers’ profits. Profit is the necessary prerequisite for
consumption, savings, investment, and consequently, progress.
Many of us profit every day. We offer services and provide goods,
supporting ourselves at a cost that is lower than what we’re paid.
We’re profitably competent, engaging in honest production and
peaceful, voluntary exchange. The only alternatives to profitable
competence are living off of someone else’s profitable competency
via inheritance or charity, or criminality—theft via fraud or
Criminals cloak their thefts in all sorts of justifications, some of
which, like socialism, become full-blown political doctrines.
Ironically, a larcenous litany of demands and rationalizations are
efflorescing at a time when whatever is left of the overall profit
pool has been drained. It has been mortgaged multiple times, just as
hordes of the unprofitably incompetent, who had no hand in producing
it, clamor for their “fair share.” They’ll insist the profitably
competent figure out how to pay for it, but the fair share of
nothing is nothing, political promises to the contrary
“Your means, my ends; I wish, you fulfill,” is the foundational
fantasy of modern governance. The favored groups shelter in their
safe spaces—government and its rackets, crony corporations,
academia, the media, and Hollywood—living on the delusion that there
will always be someone who will produce, without question or
protest, for their benefit. Upon that foundation they’ve constructed
a phantasmagorical edifice of illusory constructs and passages to
As the foundational fantasy totters, the fantasies it supports
become more fantastical. The profit pool exhausted, you would think
everything possible would be done to succor the profitably competent
who are supposed to replenish it. Instead, that illustrious group is
demonized at every turn, and the demands on them become ever more
absurd. They are guilty because they’re productive, and must expiate
their guilt by producing for the unproductive, whose incompetence
makes them morally superior.
The most “toxic” trait often associated with masculinity may be
competence. It’s not exclusively masculine, but whether its
possessors are male or female it has certainly become toxic,
depriving them of any right to what they produce and any right to
criticize those who steal it from them. Twits who can’t replace a
demand free schooling and medical care, guaranteed jobs and incomes,
trips to Mars, and who knows what else. Those who are to fund it all
are to cheerfully regard doing so as a privilege.
The notion of reparations won’t die. Anyone with money (the only
people who can pay) supposedly owe the descendants of various victim
classes reparations for the supposed sins of their ancestors. To
hold individuals guilty of crimes they couldn’t have committed is a
moral obscenity. The demands for retribution are simply another
naked money grab.
The rhetoric grows increasingly hateful. The slave class can be
openly disparaged, denigrated, and deplored based on their race,
gender, geographic location, religion, politics, the way they smile
at a Native American, or any other characteristic the masters don’t
like. But woe to the slaves who utter anything the tyrannical cult
deems offensive or incorrect. Transgressors are put through social
media hell, ostracized, ruined, and coming soon, incarcerated.
If you’ve found your safe space and you’re incapable of producing
marketable value that exceeds its cost of production, you’re
dependent on the profitably competent, but their very existence is a
constant reproach, a reminder of your own inadequacy. So where
gratitude would be appropriate, you instead hate, mock, and abuse
your meal tickets. This isn’t PhD in psychology material—spoiled
children have been abusing their parents for centuries.
Interestingly—at least for psychology PhDs—the dependent get more
abusive as they get more dependent.
Their safe spaces require little or nothing in the way of
competency. They have become havens for personal predilections and
peccadilloes that were once socially unacceptable, virtually free
from any standards of comportment or dress, and citadels of
venomous, self-serving ideologies.
One month into the partial shutdown of the largest safe space, it’s
obvious that not only has the sky not fallen, but unsurprisingly,
America is doing just fine without those 800,000 furloughed workers
that even the government considers nonessential. Which elicits the
question: What were they doing when they were on the job?
“Not much” is not necessarily the right answer. The 100,000 plus
pages of the Federal Register and the tax code suggest that they’ve
been spending a lot of time gumming up the works for and extracting
money from the profitably competent many of them despise. The
furlough may accomplish the first step of breaking America’s
addiction to government: realizing that most of it is not only
useless, but harmful. We’ll see if it leads to the next steps:
getting rid of personnel, programs, agencies, and entire
departments, and changing policy accordingly (we can dream). If
things change in that direction, expect the denizens of what are no
longer safe spaces to become increasingly vitriolic.
You can’t reach a point where dependents openly denigrate those who
support them without the latter’s tacit or explicit consent. Parents
who spoil their children and endure the brats’ abuse get what they
deserve. Ayn Rand had it right. The people who make America go could
bring it to a shuddering stop simply by stockpiling their resources
and walking off their jobs for a month or two. An added turn of the
screw would be withdrawing their funds from the banking system (see
“The Yellow Vests Get it Right,” SLL
It’s time to stop funding the abusers, time to stop excusing them
with “they mean well, but…”, time to reject their claims to moral
superiority, time to stop building safe space sanctuaries, time to
stop apologizing for profitable competence, and time to recognize
its moral value and reclaim the right to its profits. If it takes a
strike to hurl the brats into the maw of their own incompetence and
upend the tyrannical cult, so be it. The biggest crime hasn’t been
that of the brats and the cult, it’s been the failure of those who
haven’t defended what’s rightfully theirs.
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