Deprogramming: The First Step

     Dio of the Workshop reminds us what it must be:

     Saw a few commercials recently, and
     PROGRAMMING
     thats all it is these days. boy kids celebrating by dancing down school hallways while sporting a skirt… NOT A KILT- a damnable skirt,,, If he had been wearing a kilt with a set of Doc Martens, moshing with Dropkick Murphy’s in the soundtrack,, I may have been a bit less disturbed,,,,
     and its not just the Toob. Catch a lot of commercials on the Pandora Free version, and the cultural dialect is PROMINENT,,, The only commercials that are represented by someone of a white culture are the Vacation Home ads,,, you know, HIGH DOLLAR stuff that you won’t likely won’t see rented out to the Ghetto-fabulous types.
     And I never hear National ads with an Appalachian twang. Local ads, yes, national, oh hell no,,,
     Or that 9 out of 10 times you see a white male in an ad, he is either portrayed as the Idiot, the submissive to his Wife, or total servile type with no dialogue, or some combination thereof. And the number of mixed racial couples,,, Never a white man/black woman either,,,
     Or the ‘dude’ could light your cigarette from 20′, he is so over the top flamingly queer,,,
     I ditched the toob in 2008 when my Ex and I split ways,,, DO NOT MISS IT!!!

     All right, so he and I differ on a few matters of grammar, spelling, and punctuation. That’s probably the case with nearly everyone these days, as I’m such a reactionary about the English language. But the meat of his plaint is dead on target. The C.S.O. and I “cut the cord” more than two years ago. We’ve missed the sporting events we once enjoyed, but nothing else. Our video consumption these days is almost entirely British murder mysteries and police procedurals from Acorn and BritBox – and while they’ve gone about as far to the Left as American television, they have an advantage for us: we can say “That doesn’t bother us! It’s all the way over there!”

     The major media, whether in print, electromagnetic radiation, or pixels, are pure poison to anyone of an American-traditional bent. Insulating oneself from it is essential to the preservation of a benign, positive outlook. The more of us do so, the less effect the purveyors of contemporary garbage will have overall.

     It’s at the personal level – one’s own joie de vivre and one’s relations with family, friends, and colleagues — that the deprogramming matters most. Imagine the following conversation, perhaps at the watercooler or over the back fence:

Neighbor: Did you see the latest episode of XXX last night?
FWP: Nope. We cut the cord a long time ago.

NBR: What? But what do you do in the evenings now?
FWP: (smiles) Oh, we have ways. We read. We converse. We play with the dogs and cats. Maybe a little cribbage.
NBR: With the dogs and cats?
FWP: Well, they can’t hold enough cards for bridge, hearts, or canasta.

NBR: So you don’t watch TV at all?
FWP: Oh, not quite. Sometimes we fire up the Box and play a movie from DVD, or stream a British program or two. The American stuff is just too propagandistic for us.

NBR: What do you mean?
FWP: Haven’t you noticed? Pick a typical prime-time drama. I can practically guarantee that there’ll be a homosexual couple, an interracial couple, and the tech experts will be black, women, or both. Throw in a couple of unrealistically physical women for the action parts. The sitcoms always feature a smart, capable woman. If there’s a husband around, he’s a doofus. The villains and doofuses will always be white men. How does that line up with your image of reality?

     It can go a lot of directions from there, but the basic idea is straightforward: Open others’ minds to the possibility that they’re being programmed. Most average-or-better people will complete the journey by themselves.

     There aren’t many completely solo strokes we can deliver against the malevolent tide, but this is one of them. Give it some thought.