Info-Parody: A Strategy for Reaching Normies, Part 3

Posted By D. H. Corax On In North American New Right | Comments Disabled

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Part 3 of 3 (Part 1 here [2], Part 2 here [3])

In the first two parts of this series we highlighted the power of humor and/or embarrassment in determining the course of human events — sometimes blatantly and swiftly, as during the Battle of the Yarmuk, and sometimes subtly and slowly, as with Leftism/wokeism’s long march through our institutions and culture. We also discussed the possibility of weaponizing humor and embarrassment in order to break down the walls which the regime has built to keep us from reaching normies.

Now I wish to lay out a method for weaponizing humor into one its deadliest and most effective forms: what I call info-parody. The basic idea is to craft a parody with at least semi-believable dialogue — even though the scene itself might be surreal — interspersed with un-PC or media-suppressed facts. The humor acts as the bait to get the normie to take the hook of the forbidden, though entirely accurate, information and come to see the hilariously insane and deceitful nature of the woke position on . . . well, anything.

For it to work correctly, all three elements have to be present and in harmony with each other:

  1. The situation itself must be humorous throughout.
  2. The dialogue and situation must take on and destroy as many woke myths and lies about a woke sacred cow, such as transgenderism, as possible.
  3. The woke arguments and their refutation must be incorporated into the dialogue in a way that appears natural and doesn’t break the flow.

It’s actually quite a challenge to pull this off, but if you can, you can utterly break the spell that the mainstream media holds over all but the most herd-driven normies. The humor of the parody makes the normie inclined to ridicule a woke position, while its exposure and refutation makes him feel righteous in his ridicule. Without such a detailed refutation of these lies, he might feel like a bully; without the humor, he might feel like a nerd. With both together, he feels like a sane and intellectually suave person in clown world, and he becomes determined to never again allow it to deceive or guilt him into approving of stupidity and degeneracy. After that, every time someone parrots the regime’s talking points, his response will be either laughter or a confident counterargument — at least outside of the job he could be fired from. If we can get enough normies to mock the official dogma and shred its specific lies, the others will lose the comfort-of-the-herd feeling that goes with parroting it — and will begin to mock it, too.

Those wishing to do video parodies should also take care to craft ones that are cheap and easy to make in terms of costumes, setting, equipment, and so on.

An illustration of all of this can be seen in my info-parody of transgenderism, titled “Transgenderism Meets Transprofessionalism,” below. Enjoy.

Transgenderism Meets Transprofessionalism

The scene is set in a small psychiatrist’s office. The psychiatrist (P) is sitting behind a wooden desk next to a bookshelf and end table that has a bust of Freud on it. It all looks perfectly normal and professional. A man in drag (T) is sitting in the chair in front of the desk, speaking in a voice typical of sexual deviants.

T:  . . . and I just fear that I’m spending too much time obsessing over little things — like dress color or whether these high heels are too flashy, you know? I fear that I’m losing sight of actual problems, like if my menstrual cycle is off or not — or whether I’m ready to get pregnant, you know? Sometimes I get really neurotic. Last week I spent two hours wondering whether I might have cervical cancer. Another of the women in my family got cervical cancer when she was really young. But then I tell myself that it’s probably just a delusion.

P: [who has been listening patiently and nodding at intervals] Yes, I think you nailed it with your emphasis on the delusional aspects of your case. In fact, I would say that although you operate under the cloud of many small delusions, every last one of them — and the problems that arise from them — falls under the umbrella of, or can be traced back to, a single grand delusion.

T: You mean hypochondria? I wondered about that, because a lot of people in my family have hypochondria.

P: No, I mean the delusion that you’re a woman.

T: [staring at him in shock] What!

P: I mean, you’re under the delusion that you’re a woman and not just some guy in drag.

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T: [getting upset] What are you talking about? I am a woman!

P: No, women have mammary glands, ovaries, and cervices. I haven’t seen an X-ray or a physical, but I’m 99.9% sure that you don’t. Hence, you are not a woman, but merely a man under the delusion that he’s a woman.

T: [getting angry] Why are you talking to me as if there are gender binaries?

P: [keeping the same casual, conversational tone] Well, because there are? They’re physiological facts.

T: [getting angrier and shriller] No, they’re not! They’re social constructs!

P:  No, they’re biological facts rooted in nature. All living things are geared toward the reproduction of DNA. In simple creatures this is done through asexual reproduction, but in higher forms of life, this is accomplished by the fusion of the two gametes, a male and a female — the binaries, if you will. These are perfectly natural, and have been so for hundreds of millions of years before mentally and emotionally unstable humans decided to pretend that they don’t exist.

T: [continuing to fume] If they’re so natural, why don’t people like me believe in them? Why aren’t we covered by them, if they’re so damn right?

P: Well, because nature isn’t perfect, and sometimes mistakes arise in the physiological makeup of her organisms. The mere fact that a dog is occasionally born with three legs doesn’t somehow disprove the idea that four legs for a dog is natural, or prove that the idea that dogs are either born with four legs or have suffered a birth defect is a social construct. Your physiological defects, and of those sharing your same delusion, are merely regrettable accidents of nature, much like the dog’s three legs — though in your case they’re most likely rooted in an off-kilter endocrine system and neurochemical complex.

T: [screaming] No, they’re not! This — this is madness! You’re just part of the conspiracy to uphold white supremacy and discriminate against victims of binary ideas about gender!

P: No, you’re a victim of nature’s unfortunate tendency to make mistakes, and human nature’s unfortunate tendency to try to rationalize mistakes and flaws as strengths or advantages.

T: I am not rationalizing! I am a woman and a victim of discrimination! A victim of those who want to uphold white male, binary gender supremacy!

P: Oh, so it’s a social construct invented by straight, white males, eh?

T: [nodding angrily yet confidently] Yes!

P: [matter-of-factly]: Well, in that case, name me one human society in the history of the world that didn’t believe that two binary genders is the natural order of things.

T: [hesitating] Well, there’s  . . . Well, just look at the, uh . . . the — well of course there’s, um  . . . the — if I’m just under a delusion, then why do so many politicians and celebrities and academics believe the same thing? [Grinning triumphantly] Tell me that!

P: Most of them likely don’t. It’s a case of what we call mass formation psychosis, something that is common under totalitarian regimes with ideologies that are internally illogical, contrary to human nature, or both. It’s basically a mass madness arising from a conglomeration of all the parties involved pursuing their separate goals under the regime’s bizarre doctrine. The leaders want the power of total control over their subjects, so they pretend to believe their own ideological bilge. The social climbers and professional classes who are being employed or monitored by the state pretend to believe it to get ahead, not get sacked, or worse. Most ordinary people pretend to believe it just to get on with their lives without being persecuted. The rest just make themselves try to believe it so that they don’t feel crazy and isolated living in a nationwide asylum where everybody else seems to believe it.

T: [looking incredulous] You’re saying that we are in a totalitarian society?

P: I’m saying that the national security apparatus that has spent decades making “regime changes” happen in other countries, and waging psychological warfare on foreign citizens as well as its own, is finally so drunk on its own power that it’s giving the country strong elements of one.

T: That’s crazy, they wouldn’t do that! They couldn’t get enough people to go along with it.

P: Why not? They got them to go along with the story about Iraqi weapons of mass destruction, and now the garbage about white supremacy.

T: [screaming] That is not garbage! It’s true!

P: Really? So a society in which straight white males hold supreme power and oppress everyone else naturally allows every one of its politicians, celebrities, and university professors to spend half their time telling everyone how evil straight white males are, and constantly denouncing “white supremacy”?

T: [looking flustered] Well, they . . . well, of course it sounds stupid when you say it that way!

P: No, it sounds stupid when you say it in any way that puts it in a larger context.

T: [looking irritable] But why would they pretend to believe in transgenderism to control people?

P: Eh, that’s pretty normal among cults and governments doing mass formation psychosis. Getting people to believe something that’s fairly normal doesn’t really let you gauge what degree of control you’ve got over the population. To really know that you’ve got ‘em by the short hairs, you need to see them at least pretending to believe something no one would ordinarily believe in a million years — something that is utterly crazy, unnatural, and/or humiliating to even pretend to believe. Something like the idea that a man can become a woman just by believing it.

T: [enraged] That is not humiliating to believe!

P: You’re right. It’s humiliating and crazy to believe!

T: [still fuming but now sneering smugly] Well, if it’s so damn unnatural or humiliating, and everyone’s just pretending to believe it, why do some people get transgender surgery on their own?

P: It’s what you might call the transgender cure — in the same vein as the geographic cure. You

see, hope springs eternal, and when a person is already miserable, usually due to whatever neurochemical or physiological flaws they have, they naturally gravitate toward anything that promises a quick and complete cure, however irrational it might be. Sometimes they convince themselves, as with the geographic cure, that their problems are a result of where they are, and that if they can just leave and get to city X, they’ll feel better. But when they get there, they find their same old misery waiting for them. Similarly, sometimes they convince themselves — with a lot of help from the nutcases lobbying to get this madness taken seriously — that their misery is a result of their having been “born the wrong gender,” or some such nonsense, and that they’ll feel happy only if they can “change genders.” But then they go “trans” and find not only their old misery waiting for them, but a hell of a lot more thanks to the hormone-altering drugs that have wreaked havoc with their already out-of-whack neurological and endocrine systems. Why do you think about half of all “transgenders” end up killing themselves?

T: It’s because we’re bullied so much and face so much discrimination! We’re victims!

P: Oh, kind of like blacks?

T: Yes! Exactly! We’re the blacks of the gender world!

P: Did you ever look at black suicide rates?

T: [staring blankly] What?

P: Did you ever look at black suicide rates?

T: [still looking confused] No, why would I?

P: Well, because if your theory holds, we should expect the black suicide rate per capita to be similar to those of trannies, or at least higher than the rate for whites. But in fact what we see is that the white suicide rate is more than twice the rate of blacks.

T: [looking incredulous] It is?

P: Yeees, which strongly points to your victim theory being just a crude ad hoc excuse to cover the pathological nature of your physiological and neurochemical condition.

T: [raising his voice to a whiny scream] It is not! It is the truth! We’re victims! Stop denying our victimhood!

P: Uh, before lecturing me about your “victimhood” and my ostensible denial of it, you might want to stop asserting that your cohorts are more likely to be murdered than straight, white male “oppressors.”

T: [livid with rage] That — that’s not true! That’s impossible! You probably just got that from some Right-wing conspiracy theorist!

P: Noooo, from an American Journal of Public Health analysis.

T: [starts, stops in consternation, and then starts again] Look, all we want is to be treated with kindness and respect.

P: No, you don’t. You want power. You want domination. You want to turn your biological flaws and vices into advantages and virtues — to force those who don’t have your problems to call you their moral superiors and shower you with praise, perks, and federal funds. You want to be able to get easy promotions at whatever job you do, even if your work is poor, by threatening anyone who might object with a lawsuit for “discriminating” against you. You want the legal designation of an official “victim” so that you can grandstand as one while acting like a bully, tyrant, and arrogant jerk. You may be screwed up like hell biochemically, but that doesn’t preclude your having the usual human flaws — including trying to get something for nothing at someone else’s expense.

T: [enraged and screaming] I am not! You — you can’t treat me this way! I’m reporting all of this to the American Psychiatric Association, so get ready to kiss your license goodbye!

P: [nonchalantly] That’s impossible. I don’t have a license.

T: [staring at him in shock] What do you mean, you don’t have a license? You mean you lost it before this?

P: No, I haven’t got it . . . yet.

T: You mean it’s pending?

P: Well, it will be eventually, once I get a psychiatry degree.

T: You don’t even have a degree?

P: Do you think if I’d spent a half-dozen years and tens of thousands of dollars getting my ego inflated while loading up on whatever crap the universities and their pompous, out-of-touch tenurees are peddling at the moment, and had a license to lose, I’d be able to tell you honestly what a messed-up bastard you are?

T: Then — then .  . . how the hell are you practicing psychiatry?

P: Because I identify as a psychiatrist.

T: [staring in horror] This is crazy! You can’t be a psychiatrist just by saying you are! You’re not one!

P: Yeah, well, you’re not a female.

T: [screaming] That’s totally different!

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P: No, it’s not.

T: You have no degree!

P: You have no vagina.

T: You — you don’t have the training!

P: You don’t menstruate.

T: You have no right to be diagnosing people! You haven’t passed the state test, and you probably couldn’t pass it even if you wanted to!

P: [genially] Well, I’ve got an infinitely better chance at passing it cold turkey than you’ve got of conceiving children.

T: You . . . I — how have you been getting away with this? How have you been writing out prescriptions?

P: [casually] I’ve got a buddy who identifies as a pharmacist.

T: [looking like the world is crashing down around him] This is insane! This is beyond insane! You can’t — you don’t! You can’t just pretend you’re something you’re not and expect the whole world to go along with it!

P: [addresses his patient concernedly, like a calm teacher] Look, I understand your concern. This is probably all a little new and unsettling to you, but if progress is to be made in our world, we have to acknowledge the fallacy of the hoary old idea of professional binaries — or in layman’s terms, the prejudice that tries to draw a distinction between those who have licenses or degrees and those who don’t. Professionalism in the true sense is not an either/or matter, it’s a continuum, with plenty of nuance and gray areas in every way.

T: Do you know how insane this is making me feel?! How do you think it makes me feel knowing I’ve been pouring my heart out to some lunatic who thinks he can take my money and trash my gender identity just because he pretends to be a psychiatrist?

P: How do you think it makes girls feel when some crazy bastard in drag comes walking into their bathroom and expects them not to get freaked out just because he pretends to be a woman?

T: But I am a woman.

P: Yeah, well, then I’m a psychiatrist!

T: [sitting back looking exhausted and staring]

P: You look a bit overcome. Let me go a little further into my diagnosis of what ails you. You suffer from a severe case of a condition we like to call hypocriticus maximus, which is estimated to be prevalent in at least 70% of Leftists in general and up to 90% of the subgroup of unmarried bitchy women.

T: [screaming] I am not a bitchy, hypocritical woman!

P: Well, you’re half right about that.

T: I want my money back!

P: Sure, I’ll give you your money back . . . juuuust as soon as you give back that silver medal you won in “women’s” track.

T: [stands up staring in silent rage and turns to walk out]

P: Uh, I wouldn’t leave just yet if I were you.

T: [talking through clenched teeth] Why the hell wouldn’t I leave now?

P: The office next door’s furnace was on the fritz, and it’s being worked on as we speak by a guy who identifies as a furnace repair man. You might want to wait until he finishes.

[Suddenly there’s an explosion from beyond the wall to the psychiatrist’s right. Through his glass door you can see flames, and people screaming and running.]

P: Never mind, it should be fine now. See ya!

[The camera cuts to outside the office. The tranny walks angrily out the door, through which you see the psychiatrist sitting back casually and smoking a cigar. The camera pulls back and you see the charred office next door.]

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