It’s my right
Choice. Every American loves it. An issue many prisoners who spent decades in the pen have had in the last couple decades is when they are released, they are faced with a massive nightmare of choice. They go to the store, and for the first time in their life, they are able to choose what they want. Not only that, they are able to choose many different versions of what they want. They will want toothpaste, but they go to the personal care aisle and discover there is literally dozens of choices. For many, it leaves them in a near state of shock.
We find it so very important, this palpable factor of our existence. It is something we are raised being told by our parents to not take for granted, “Oh, why you!” your mom says while scolding you, “There are starving kids in Africa who don’t get to enjoy the same access to food/clothing/toys that you do!” This presence in our life fills every pore of our being that the feeling of hopelessness and reluctance becomes lowly; it is something only peasants of yore had to accept. We are ascended, we shouldn’t have to spend one minute of our existence not having control over the outcomes of our lives. (There is no calling, therefore we are left meaningless.)
For anyone to feel as if their choices are limited, they are put in a state of infantile regression of pouting and righteous indignation. This, and the worship of self - the worship of autonomy in specific, has become what I call The Choice Fallacy. More specifically, it is a moral problem; an experiment of the mind, of laziness, of attention span, of pattern recognition, of freethinking. Being able to decipher real choice from bait has become a massive, indecipherable grey area for the average person. This, so palpable, they cannot think their way out of the box they have been packaged in.
Choice. Yes. You are a God-damned American, and if you don’t get to choose between a Big Mac or a McRib, then you’ll be kickin’ and whoopin’ somebody’s ass! It’s your freedom. Nay! It is a God-given right!
Choice. Jesus Christ, nailed upon a cross, to die for our sins. His real spiritual, but also symbolic act, of being the ultimate sacrifice flies in the face of our compulsion to always want to be the ultimate decider of our fates. Anytime someone else makes a decision for us, we are left somewhat affronted and broken. We feel as if we have been done a great injustice, or at best, had our own ego slighted.
Countless Christian men, throughout history, who would rather face immediate execution than to be conscripted into an army to murder men for their earthly king didn’t make a choice. They were compelled to do what they saw as right. For them, there was no choice - they did not choose, they simply did. They acted. Men of good character do not see choices, they see inevitable decisions that must be made. They gave their own life because they, in the name of their Lord, were not going to take someone else’s - especially someone who did them no wrong.
Or like Blessed Miguel Pro, who rather than begging for his life, stood and blessed his enemies, as they shot him to death. He didn’t freak out and gnash and curse his opponents like many of us probably would. No. He stood and faced his death like a man of God. He saw the inevitable, and rather than being like those with hearts of war, chose to have a heart of Love.
Choice is like the seasonal sound of cicadas chirping. It comes every once and a while, and when it does, it is quite the experience, but really isn’t a desirable one. The presence of choice, in the time we live, where wealth is at a height (albeit that has been slipping for thirteen years now), but spiritual meaning is at an all-time low, is nothing but a curse. The fixation on the ability to choose hasn’t made Americans poignant and weathered leaders ready to take on the next new challenge. It has made them puffed up in their ego, but soft and flabby in character and endurance. They feel owed everything, and yet want to give nothing.
“Ask not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country.”
No, see, the American doesn’t know what future is good for them. They see different types of candy, and they see their favorite one. They used to be able to choose that favorite candy, sometimes with a little extra debt, but generally it was quite easy for them to get it. Now, that candy comes with a laundry list of requirements, and now the American faces a massive dilemma: Where they worshipped their sacred ability to choose, they have lost their ability to decide. Rather than doing what is right, knowing what sacrifices must be made, they are instead told by some psychopath in a suit with fancy language, “No, if you want to choose, you have to do a little something for me.”
Rather than knowing that the universe is nothing but black and white, and our ancestors understood this very well, the American has finally reached a point where they have to smudge lye in their eyes and destroy their eardrums to only begin to feel like everything is okay.
A Moral Peril
The American, faced with true moral indecision, always has the ultimate out.
When faced with social issues that challenge the very core of what they understand to be orthodox.
When faced with the nepotism and palm-greasing on Pennsylvania Avenue.
When faced with economic problems founded in the failures of liberalism and multiculturalism taken to their furthest extents.
When babies are murdered right in front of them, in the name of “autonomy”; in the name of CHOICE.
What does the American say:
Well, it’s their choice.
When faced with the breakdown of their cities, their hometowns turned into dollar general factories, their cultures disintegrated in the name of getting a few more pennies of GDP, their answer is always how the world is just moving quick! It’s just apart of something greater! Because of this, we have so much choice! We are able to enjoy the fruits of all of these cultures! So, in the name of our great god, Choice, do your part and sacrifice your first born son, imprint the code, numbered six-six-six upon your arm, and call Baphomet the true god!
Much like John Nash (a big personal hero of mine) framed in his Game Theory - we are faced with a quandary where we want what we want, but in order to have anything, we must make a decision, or else we are left with nothing. WE, as in through communication, through logic, through spiritual love, and through sacrifice, humans, in their own trusted groups, must understand that decisions have to be made at the expense of our pet choice.
However, a dark energy blankets the whole of the West, where morality so torn asunder, has been skinned, and the psychokiller of which I can only label Satan, has donned a cloak wrought of the integumentary system of once honored traditions founded in Jesus Christ, and keeps us under a spell of which we will refuse to do the right thing and prefer to kick the can down the road, if it means we can have our choices. If it means that people are “happy” we will stay silent as children are sacrificed at the left hand of Satan.
When in conversation with the average normie, and the subjects of modernity are brought up, about how bad literally everything is getting, to divert any sense of responsibility, shame, and sense of duty, they will regurgitate the time-honored phrase, “Well, it doesn’t matter because we don’t suffer.” Rather than face reluctance, they can safely push away any moral authority they’d be force to own up to. They don’t want to have to take a side, make a decision, sacrifice their pathetic, puny, easy life, and say, “You’re right. X is wrong, and it shouldn’t be done.” No. They can’t risk their all-star reputation as manager at the Applebee’s! No! They can’t risk actually facing their soul in the mirror for once and owning up to a moral quandary they’re too afraid to solve!
Due to this bovine lifestyle that has produced a bovine hivemind, Americans no longer understand how to maintain consistency in a moral foundation, a spiritual vision, and any faith. For them, everything is so here and there. They have never been taught to be firm in their beliefs. They do not know what intuition and sticking to their gut even means. This soft and flabby state of mind and (lack of) moral code has made them very malleable. Their views, political and spiritual, shift day by day. They can be made into a pawn of whatever hivemind catches their attention (normally one that is from the state or is derivative of the state’s propaganda machine). Because of this, their opinions on something might shift from far-right to far-left in a day. One day, the immigration crisis is being blown out of proportion by internet racists. Then next day, it is actually a climate crisis and we need to close the border as soon as possible!
Malleability, softness, and indecisiveness are at all-time highs because flabbiness in the stomach, selfness, and wealth are at near or all-time highs. Do not rob them of their precious bread and circus. They will do anything to maintain it. They will do anything to make the State-god happy, as long as they get their shows. Oh, scary thing is getting scarier, well I will wear my anti-scary cloak to prevent the bad, scary thing that TV man says is bad from getting even scarier! Please, just let me watch my shows and eat more pizza!
Make a decision
You are lucky, especially if you’re a young man, to have a shot at making decisions that are powerful and in the benefit of humanity and the human spirit. Important to that fact to, you will be made reluctant. Ever been punched in the face? Someone ever shoulder you and keep walking? Ever been denied a raise or promotion? Ever flunked a class or made a bad grade you studied hard for? Have you ever had to sacrifice your dignity and pride to get a job done? Have you ever been hurt, made sore, and made to feel lesser for the sake of getting a goal done?
Now imagine that reluctance you felt in the moment, or even a decent extent of time, and that is what the vast majority of humanity felt for most of history. Most of them were serfs, or worked lesser jobs, and every bit of their existence was done in the name of honoring their family and nation. They had to set aside their own choice to feed their family. They had to set aside their own wealth and aspirations to ward off enemy invaders. They had to sacrifice their lives in order to maybe provide an extra 0.0001% to the victory of a battle. They did their small part. They didn’t make a choice - they did the right thing.
Now clearly, this argument can be made for very bad and stupid endeavors. This is why I must provide a modifier - this wholly applies to your own moral duty and agency in the world of Game Theory. Without understanding that all parties must agree for a future to present itself, evil will continue to wreak havoc throughout our government, h-care system, schools, and our own communities. In churches, where they have pushed the you-know-what propaganda, the average person isn’t made reluctant to accept a greater good. They are made reluctant to decide whether to be upstanding pillars of truth, or morally-degraded, cynical choosers who would rather take passivity and silence than to stand up to evil.
The addiction to choice has made people adverse to everything that would affront their ability to expand their choices. If they can’t trade their Chevy in for a Buick, or take equity out on their house to buy more property, or choose between Purple and Orange Fanta, or between PS4 and XBOX, they will be fuming mad. Nothing stands between the American and his choices.
The Virgin Chooser vs the Chad Decider.
This is why saying things that are unorthodox to the openly practiced Satanism in modern day makes its empathizers, apathizers, and practitioners completely in awe. They cannot accept that there are disgusting, lowly peasants who still worship Christ, who still understand the separation between good and evil, who know the foundation to hardy, trusty societies. The minute you say, “Nah, gay marriage isn’t a thing. You’re wrong, and open expression of homosexuality is a clear satanic ritual,” like a vampire stepping foot in a church, they begin to fume with vitriol and lava starts dripping from their ears and nostrils. Unlike a true Believer in Christ who can take every smack to their sensibilities and remain standing, these earthly worshippers only know what they are told, because they do not want to question, they do not want to cut any string that maintains the connection between them and their choice.
“He who defends everything, defends nothing.”
Frederick the Great