The Great Resistance
by Miles Mathis (edited)
September 20, 2026
resist.pdf
EWS in highlight.
No, this isn't about the political resistance—the fist in the air. It is about the human resistance to all
things new. And the inability to listen. Escaped Wage Slave: RESISTANCE II
Just as people have no appetite any more for anything but sugar-coated fatballs, they have no ability to
listen to anything but themselves or to some sexed-up propaganda, delivered at top volume from a
flashy 60” screen by spooky trolls. Nothing else registers. Yes, they pretend to listen to each other day
to day, because you have to get by, but it is all rote and nothing sinks in. They are just passing time
until the CIA ice-cream truck arrives with sticky treats. Try playing music to these people.
I have never had much interest in psychology, or what passes for psychology, since—like economics—
it tends to be bloviating misdirection. Pages and pages of nothing. A real understanding of human
psychology doesn't come from theories, it comes from studying human action and interaction. Humans
tell you who they are and how they think by what they do. Freud, and resulting Pop Psychology, is a smarty-pants way of putting people down, always dismissive. I'm not sure that is what people need at this time.
In my personal experience, what they generally do is yak endlessly about nothing, while immediately
shutting down anyone who says anything the least bit different or interesting. That's why their ability
to learn is almost zero. Miles, did you write this sentence especially for me?
People seem to be bored with their boring existences, which—you might think—is why they like to go
to movies. They want to be told an interesting story. However, I can tell you that is not the case, since
I have an interesting story to tell and no one wants to hear it. My story over the past two decades is far
more interesting than any Hollywood movie, and true, but I can't get the first words out of my mouth in
person before someone talks over me or shuts me down. My story conflicts with the running tape in
their heads, installed long ago, and it has to be stopped or the pain starts. Yes, I deeply know of what you speak.
So much so that I have pretty much given up trying. It has been like that my whole life. But occasionally I get high-spirited enough, like today. My nuclear architecture cards coming out is a big deal, and I guess I just wanted to tell a real person, face to face. So I chose someone at the local pub with beaming eyes and open face and tried to tell him who I am. Down deep I knew it wouldn't work, but once every few years I have to try. Escaped Wage Slave: HOORAY FOR APATHY II
It didn't work. The little G-men in his head wouldn't allow it. What I was saying just couldn't be true, so he assumed it wasn't. No way some guy in the hinterlands at some small pub, also giving away kittens, could have such a story to tell. And if he did, it all couldn't be allowed to proceed, not even for a moment, not even for fun, since it might jeopardize the script. Teacher might find out and cancel cookie hour. I don't have a doctorate degree. I must be stupid. Can't possibly know what I am talking about.
You will say his doubt was understandable, and I see that, but if I had been him, I would have listened to the story anyway, whether I believed it or not. Not everyday you hear a story like this, true or not, so just shut up and listen and see where it goes. You can jettison it on the way home if you don't want it. I have listened to many longwinded boring stories at pubs, including this pub, since that is part of the human experience. What I wouldn't give for an interesting story. Can't say I have ever heard one, to be honest, but I listen politely. So you would think people would be starved for a story like mine. Nope. They have an endless fascination for the trivial and inane, as long it is releasing from their own lips, but no interest in the substantial, when coming from someone else's. People are far more polite to the mentally challenged than they are to me. The Down's Syndrome boy tells his story while I have to keep quiet. They would rather talk to a dog.
...Some will say that is the problem: I make the mistake of trying to converse with bar patrons on serious
subjects, instead of intellectuals in an academic setting. Seems valid at first, except for one thing: these
“intellectuals” have shown no more interest in the new and interesting than the least educated drunk.
Their only interest over the past century has been in protecting their funding, which has required a new
Medievalism of stasis and protection. The only group that has shut down all serious conversation more
viciously than the bar crowd is the ivory tower crowd, so you can see why I would be trying to talk to
Joe Sixpack. Joe may be a big dope, but at least he isn't a slimy creep, shutting down all of history to
benefit his portfolio and that of his slimy cousins. Call it like it is, MWM. I'm grateful for all you do.
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