The past few months have seen the dissolution of several dissident narratives, even as the year 2020 worked overtime to produce them. Many people developed a healthy skepticism of the governments and reigning elites in the West. More who were already skeptical about governments and elites upgraded their skepticism to outright distrust of and hostility towards those groups. Dissident organizations grew in membership and funding. Dissident publications grew in readership, even in the face of censorship and deplatforming. Dissident thought flourished. Old hats, thought lost to the void, reemerged. New men arose. It should have been a very good year. 
But it wasn’t.
Oh, sure, you can present me with an argument to the contrary. I, too, will be making such arguments in the future, I wager. It was a very good year in the sense that every year above ground is a good year. After all, we are dissidents. Much like guerrillas, as long as we exist, we are winning. When you’ve been blacklisted from the credit card industry and still manage to raise enough money to keep on trucking , that’s a clear win. When major social media block links to your website and you still have growth in readership, that’s a clear victory. But maybe the real victory was the friends we made along the way. And after all, isn’t a decrease of trust in institutions a good thing? It’s right out of the national populist white paper .
I strongly recommend you read the linked speech transcript. But here’s the part relevant to our discussion today:
If people believe such [Alex Jones type] stories, it doesn’t just lower the trust in the system, it lowers their trust in logic and their own lying eyes. But there’s a problem with that. Complete epistemological nihilism is very easy to start, but it is hard to stop. You might think the nihilist train will take you to your destination, but when you pull the cord to make it stop, it’s just going to keep on barreling down the tracks.
We’re seeing some of that today. At the time of writing (January 18, 2021), true believers in the QAnon narrative are still trying to convince me that the pretender Biden’s inauguration is a massive trap for the pedophile satanic elites. See, these past four years of ineffectual attempts at fighting the deep state — which these people always assume is a coherent cabal — have been nothing but Trump and the white hats in government playing possum. Now, The Plan will be put into motion and The Storm will commence and the evil satanic pedophile elites will be arrested, tried for treason, and President Trump will restore Our Republic.
But we’re not seeing complete epistemic nihilism. That might follow in the wake of Biden’s inauguration. Already, some of these Q believers sound like Q is their last thread before unraveling completely. It’s not just that the evil satanic pedophile elite media were lying to us — but the good guys, white hats, patriots, and Q himself were lying to us too. Worse, maybe it was all always lies. Maybe my own eyes are lying to me. Maybe there’s no such thing as truth. This is usually the point in the Lovecraftian tale where the protagonist goes mad and starts babbling about Yog Sothoth and the dusty tomes of the Mad Arab.
Hey, you wanna get nuts? Let’s get nuts.  Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Biden Washington wgah’nagl fhtagn.
Maybe that’s too dramatic. In all likelihood, only a tiny minority of Q believers will wander the street as lost souls repeating “Trump Won” until they’re blue and then green in the face. And for what? They never presented a genuine threat to the system. Even as they were entering the Capitol and taking selfies, none of the enemy’s agents were in genuine danger. QAnon and the broader patriot narrative do not challenge the central narrative of the ruling elite. It is, in a sense, a fanfiction of the ruling elite’s narrative.
The basic and inviolate, central and indubitable, indubitable I say, totem of the ruling elite’s narrative is that All Men Are Created Equal. Human egalitarianism, including gender, race, class, caste, and all other forms of egalitarianism. Every featherless biped being equal to every other featherless biped, including (and especially) Diogenes’s plucked chicken. It’s just those mean ole white men who et cetera et cetera. All of their insanities flow from and are energized by this presupposition.
Now, pause for a moment and let us retreat into movieland.
Let us imagine that the past 5 years have been an adaptation of a Tom Clancy thriller. The Trap has been set. The pretender Biden, pumped full of an adrenochrome-methamphetamine-and-Scotch cocktail, is lifting his hand to be sworn in by the traitor John Roberts, who trembles as he brings forth the Necronomicon wrapped in a Bible’s dust jacket (to deceive the rubes). Cordoned off from the rest of the country by 20,000 troops in Washington DC, and believing the patriots well and truly defeated, the satanic elite have prepared 10,000 children under the age of 5 to be ritualistically raped and sacrificed to Communist Moloch in celebration of their total victory over Our Republic. Suddenly, arriving in attack helicopters evocative of Lord Indra’s chariot, Donald Trump and the Patriot army! US Marines pop up from hidden trap doors all over the National Mall and start arresting the pedophiles and Satanists. The National Guardsmen supposedly guarding them turn around and start shooting.
Enraged at the foiling of her plans, Kamala Harris shoves aside the trembling Roberts and shambling Biden, grabs a screaming infant from the rape pile, and rips out his pineal gland, scarfing it down in a frenzy and suddenly sprouting a forked tail, wings, horns, and a sturdy outer carapace that deflects bullets and grenades. Madison Cawthorne, faced with Uber-Kamala, turns to Steve Turley and says “I never thought I’d fight side by side with a boomer.” “How about side by side with a friend?” asks Dr. Turley. “Uh, based,” responds Fuentes, as he cleaves Mike Pence’s head in two with a battleaxe. Unperturbed, Barron Trump marches towards Uber-Kamala, commanding a division of ICE agents. She easily slaughters the agents, and is poised to open Barron from golden pubes to collarbone, but suddenly, she takes strong helicopter fire from her flank. It’s President Jair Bolsonaro, flying in with a detachment of Brazilian paratroopers to aid the battle, himself in his old captain’s outfit. “Dê a eles o inferno, Gringo!” quips Bolsonaro as he turns to engage Mecha-McConnell who is now trying to shoot him down with surface-to-air missiles built into his CCP-supplied battle mech. All of President Trump’s international allies are now appearing. We see Bad Vlad Putin riding in with a whole brigade of Russian bear cavalry, Bibi Netanyahu and a battalion of Israeli paratroopers charge the pedophile flank, crying out in pain as they strike them, and old Janez Janša has brought the entire Slovenian army (all three of them) to bear on the globalist center. Even Melania gets in on the fun, producing countless knives from her mink stole, engaging in a designated chick fight  with a sonic-gavel wielding Alexandria Ocasio Cortez until both of them have lost too much clothing to keep the film’s PG-13 rating and she finally stabs a stiletto between Mommy AOC’s ginormous tits and black blood dramatically flows from her evil heart.
But circling back to Barron.
An unassuming man in an Army uniform gives him something shiny: the sword of George Washington. He uses it to sever Uber-Kamala’s head clean from her body. She lets out a scream that shatters glass and the energy beam from her dying body shatters the CCP headquarters far away in Beijing. The legions of liberated children carry President Trump on their shoulders. He looks for the man who gave Barron the sword of Washington and promises to reward him, but the man is gone, smuggled out of the mess by Bronze Age Pervert. We see from his name tag that he is Lt. Gen. Quentin Q. Quinn. The heroes party and Our Republic is restored.
I’ll give you a second to get your erections under control. Now, is this narrative pretty? It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever written. Is it true? Eh, we don’t use the t-word around here. Is it Q-compatible? Yes. Would it be ruined by casting Forest Whittaker as General Q? No, rather, it’d be enhanced.
The Q narrative was always race-blind. It never addressed the fundamental and inviolable central plank of the elite narrative: the notion of egalitarianism. Why shouldn’t Q be black? Why shouldn’t he be Jewish, or Hispanic? Our Republic is for everyone, as long as they come here legally. And who’s to say black people can’t oppose the pedophile satanic elites?
Now, I’m not exactly singling out the Q narrative here. I’ve already done that in the past , when its falseness wasn’t as readily apparent. But it’s not alone among dissident narratives in lacking dissidence. Racial egalitarianism can survive on Flat Earth (as the Pratchett opus will demonstrate), it can survive under conditions of anti-vax conspiracies, it can survive if aliens killed Kennedy, and it can even survive assuming that post-WWII, Nazis and Fascists infiltrated the governments of the West (as believed by Noam Chomsky and other eminent intellectuals). These are just some of the more ridiculous ones. There are others, each containing complete or partial rejections of human biodiversity, sometimes overtly. Some are rather compelling. For example, what is pejoratively called “IQ nationalism” seeks to reduce human biodiversity to IQ, for some tautological reason such as “it is measurable,” or “it is the best predictor we have of x,” where x is the inchworm’s pet parameter that will make marigolds measurable.
Whether we like it or not, no matter how flimsy the elite narrative, it is based on presuppositions set very deep into the Western psyche. These are reinforced by education, constant propaganda, and constant demonization of its opposites: the narratives acknowledging human biodiversity. Doubting or even imputing malice to the elite’s motivations does not automatically translate to an accurate or even useful representation of who they are or what they do — their genuine malice towards whites, males, Christians, and heterosexuals notwithstanding. The dominant narrative, as well as its ancillary conservative narrative, already has idea spaces for bad guys who’ve infiltrated the government (see Chomsky). If I had a dime for every time I’ve heard about “the fascist globalists running the EU and UN,” the Dissident Right would have its very own George Soros. I’ll even grow great big eye bags if I have to. I hear it’s union rules for shady financiers.
Human thought and emotion are like water. They flow around the barriers erected in the human mind by education, by propaganda, and if we’re very unlucky, by genetics . A sense of being hated by the elites without any significant deprogramming will lead to resentment of the elite on the elite’s terms. Consequently, any attack against the dominant narrative will be impotent because it will not question its central premise.
It doesn’t matter that you don’t believe that Epstein killed himself if you are not prepared to understand that Epstein was a racial alien, fundamentally and irreconcilably incompatible with white Westerners, dispatched by a foreign power, fundamentally and irreconcilably incompatible with the order of Western nations, to run a kompromat-gathering operation on American and Western power-brokers.
But to understand that is to get the Jew thing , which is a particularly nasty strain of anti-egalitarianism. It goes against every tenet of your conditioning. It’s like asking a pious Muslim to accept that Mohammed was nothing but an opportunistic and charismatic liar who invented a religion so he could steal, kill, and get his weasel waxed.
So, in the words of Larry David, curb your enthusiasm. Yes, we’ve witnessed a great rise in distrust of official narratives and institutions, but the alternatives springing up aren’t much better. They do not strike at the heart of the enemy’s deception and as such are to be shunned both out of practical necessity as well as out of duty to the truth.
We’ll get nowhere with a warmed-over version of yesterday’s liberalism and a dream of Secretary Q played by Laurence Fishburne.
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