I am one of those Yay Science types. Obviously, I was insufferable as a dirtbag leftist, and I pay for my sins everyday just like every other fully conscious and en-souled human. When I read The Open Letter in 2015, every bit of progressive in my head died instantly. The half-life of progressive BS is about 3 years based on the data I collected off of that guy's corpse. I will still unearth Progressive sentiments that I can easily get rid of, but they're always edge case stuff. So, anything that is fundamental and overlaps with a bog standard Progressivism at this point is an artifact of my core identity, and therefore something that must be controlled for, ameliorated, or mitigated.
“Yay! Science” has only become a problem ever since “Yay! God” was ripped away from us. This is a much larger issue that's going to take a lot of time and probably a fair amount of blood & tears to solve. Midwits are a superweapon in the Culture War, largely because we function as multi-purpose shock troops, missionaries, parade participants, and a whole host of other things that give any ideology or regime heft. When isolated by a paucity of technology, midwits are just local leaders, parish priests, mayors, constables; basically any position that any low IQ guy would really have to stretch to do, this is where a midwit shines because they can perform the job and still have some compute left over for other stuff. Once you start connecting everybody up via the internet, take away explicit state religions, and start liberating females, this type of man becomes society level hazmat.
My Yay Scienceness expresses itself in a number of ways that aren't necessarily unique. I have a completely ridiculous and worthless command of animal types and names. My wife digs up weird pictures and shows them to the kids then tells them some made-up name or incorrect name just to bait me into saying the right one, and she does this instead of googling. You are allowed to be jealous of how much fun we have. Another aspect of this personality defect of mine is childish wonderment with anything space related. Rocket launches, documentaries, infographics, magazine articles, short stories; any of these things, if they're even tangentially about space, take over my consciousness for an extended period of time.
Because I am aware of my condition, I am able to take the proper medicine to keep the symptoms in check. This stuff is hard to get, and you can't really get a prescription for it, you just have to know where to find it. Basically, I spend time with actually smart people who are either engineers or entrepreneurs, and they roll up emotional newspaper and smack it on my metaphorical nose every time I start saying really dumb stuff that has no connection with reality. As far as I know, this is the only therapeutic treatment for midwititis. The side effects are actually really great, though I don't think my medicine always reads= the entire essay1 unless it's one of those rare times where I channel the brilliance of good frens and great role models.
Being a midwit nude-bodybuilder trad-dad neo-monarchist, I feel like I have stumbled upon a very important discovery. Now, what I'm going to say here doesn't apply to all midwits. If you are on the bottom of the sub-spectrum, I don't know what to tell you. But if you are above average or near the top, and you are older than, let's say 25, you can become really useful to your betters as well as massively beneficial to your lessers, but you are not going to be able to push yourself into the realm of Real Genius. This is okay, in fact it's a ton of pressure to be in that sub-spectrum anywhere but the top, so you are better off as a notable fish in a mediocre pond, as opposed to the converse. Prior to that age, and I don't know what the bright line is, you can absolutely force yourself into the realm of genius, but it is very much like that Nipponese animation show Fullmetal Alchemist in that you are going to have to burn away some really nice things and deprive yourself of a lot of ease and comfort to get there. If you are under age 22, your best bet is to cut off all social interactions, spend no time on leisure activities, and force yourself to become adept at 2-3 specific things. If they are interrelated they will be easier but less powerful, nevertheless you should be able to accelerate yourself out of the midwit band and into genius territory.
But the real discovery for me has been the fact that midwits can have genius tier children. There is this concept, and I'm going to use this phrase like I know what I'm talking about but I most definitely do not, called regression to the mean. It's a mathematical principle about, uh, like numbers and shit over time. But as applied to self-selective breeding, it means that you are most likely going to see average IQ come down instead of go up because there are just so many more people like me than there are people like Tree Of Woe, for instance. While I am comfortable believing this to be the case, I think that public schooling is really messing up the numbers. I think that if homeschooling became the norm, we would see the equivalent of hyper development of intellect and identity. The image of homeschooling most people have are socially inept savants and morons who wear high waters and coke bottle glasses. This is funny, and there are plenty of these types, but that's not how you should think about it.
Assuming you have a library card or smart friends, go find some books about the aristocracy at any time before, let's say 1850, and see what you can dig up about about how they matriculated. You are going to have to do this if you're not going to take my word for it. If you are willing to take this one on faith, what those skeptical types are going to find is that almost no one in the upper echelon of society would put their children through an education program run in large groups, rather they would give them tutors and access to experts. This is not some inscrutable secret, it's just common sense: the smaller the class, the more focused the instruction, the deeper the bond between master and student, the better the development in all categories. This is why those people who recoil at homeschooling confused me at first, but now I get it and they are right to recoil: public schooling was a concept derived from, of course, German precursor culture and adapted to the Occident by spinsters and sodomites with the sole goal of taking humans and turning them into cogs and widgets in the mechanism of Progressive Society. Mass education hammers out differences, dulls keen edges, forces compliance & conformity, and makes everyone's tastes, preferences, desires, and perversions mostly homogeneous and therefore easily predicted, controlled, manipulated, and deployed.
Homeschooling gives the 21st century parent2 of pretty much any socioeconomic status the ability to provide an education environment for their child that is similar to or better than what was given to young Thomas Hobbes, Leonardo da Vinci, Isaac Newton, and a nearly endless list of other high-level learners of the early Occident. Yes, you also get to avoid pet minorities and their violent tendencies, but that's just the icing on the cake. In my specific instance, I get to make sure TOM Jr gets a precisely controlled batch of curricula matched entirely to his real capacities. So, if he is ahead in math and behind reading, I don't have to pick some undesirable middle ground, forcing him to be a gawky giant amongst younger kids or an awkward weirdo amongst older kids. By fine-tuning access to educational offerings, I get to speed run his development without sacrificing any quality whatsoever. In fact, the biggest impediment to his learning becomes my ego3.
I am not good at math. I struggled with it all throughout elementary and high school. It wasn't until I took a community college course in my mid-twenties and had a unexpected and productive alignment with exactly the right type of teacher when I realized I actually am very good at math, or at least I could have been. He taught me some useful tricks and habits that I try to maintain to this day. Unfortunately, the damage was done and after a certain age it becomes incredibly hard to redevelop. Something about the way I learn, the way my brain works, I never connected the proper dots to navigate the world of numbers. I firmly believe that if I had been matched up with the right teacher at the right age, my entire identity would be noticeably different. Math is integral to so many things that I am passionate about, but because I don't speak the language, I am little more than an enthusiastic spectator.
There is nothing wrong with being a midwit. We form the majority of productive people within every Occidental society. If we get to Ctrl+Alt+Deport the dregs of the developing world from our beautiful countries, the distribution of types in our societies would be a lot more harmonious. The problem is that Managerial Elites used mass education to propagandize midwits into enthusiastically supporting the forced importation of their lackwit replacements. While the bureaucratic oligarchy relies on a substantial chunk of midwits to get what they want, the end game is to erase those types because, while they are currently on Team Whig History, this is in no way natural or permanent. So their game plan is to convince my subsection to delete itself from the gene pool and import the low IQ natural slaves from the global trash heap to be the landscapers and janitors of their [dis]utopian garden world. Migrants & morons are happy living paycheck to paycheck, overloading their rental properties with useless trinkets and electronic distraction devices, living for Cinco de Mayo Saturday4, and using marijuana to be comfortable with a grim and unfulfilling existence.
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White parents. In the aggregate, they are the only ones that seem to care about holistic development. Asians love high scores, but there are at least 4 indistinguishable “comedians” of wok extraction that have made their entire careers about how monomaniacal asian parents are. And as for the others, well… It’s not the White kids making every square inch of our national public spaces no-go zones.
And time & attention. There are no perfect solutions.
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