The Closet Monsters

Now that we’ve all had a chance to dissect, point and giggle at Ned the Wannabe-a-Reporter For Real, if you go back to the text of his article and read it carefully, you can see a behavior pattern buried in it that we’ve seen elsewhere.

Most of us don’t usually give away clues to our behavior, but it comes from the Leftard side of the political fence like a Banshee out of Hell, wailing ‘Doom on you! Doom on you!’ like those dodos in Disney’s ‘Ice Age II’. The dodo is extinct because it was dumber than a box of bent screws. As an inhabitant of the island of Mauritius, with no exposure to predators, the dodo had lost its ability to fly and had no instinctive flight response when attacked. They were, in fact, so unaware of danger that they’d walk right up to sailors, hence the term ‘dumb as a dodo’. The crews of 17th century spice trade ships found the 50-pound birds to be a fine source of fresh meat. The modern equivalent is that bunch of nitwits who held a protest in the dark on a busy interstate, wearing dark clothing and holding up lit-up cellphones.

The subject referenced in Poetrooper’s article about Ned Resnikof, a modern-day dodo in the truest sense of the word, is rather disturbing. There is an entire population demographic in this country of people whose sense of real danger is as extinct as the dodo’s, but whose buried anger roils and boils to the surface in strange ways. It appears in this generation of overgrown children doing things that the rest of us view as completely uncivilized. The turmoil these groups create is about imaginary wrongs, things that have either been settled and corrected, or never really happened. But they shove all of that aside in hysterical, screaming rants that do nothing more than make them look as dumb as those extinct dodo birds. They have no idea what real oppression was like and never will. They don’t understand real danger, so everything is suspect. They’ve never been allowed to lose, they don’t understand competition and don’t like it, they can barely speak in an articulate way, and they are boiling with fear and anger that they have been trained to suppress in a very unhealthy way.

They also generate Closet Monster fears over nothing.

This Neddie Resnikof calls a plumber to unclog a drain, but doesn’t think of acting like a grownup, asking the plumber smart questions about how to keep it from happening again, what to do if there’s a freeze and the water lines are compromised – you know what I mean: the normal things you’d ask a plumber who is there on your dime and you don’t really want to have to call him back. Instead, Neddie worries about the plumber’s imaginary politics, whether or not the plumber will think he’s Jewish for some odd reason, and whether or not he, Needy Numbnuts, looks ‘white’ enough to make the plumber happy with – with what?

If that plumber is real, he went back to the shop and said ‘Don’t send me to that goofball ever again. Ever.’ Personally, I doubt seriously that the plumber incident even happened, for various reasons, one reason being that apartments in Washington, DC, have building managers and janitors whose job is to keep the plumbing running smoothly. I lived in that area for several years. Kinda know what I’m talking about. This assumes, of course, that he actually lives in WDC, because I can’t imagine him living in Fairfax or Chevy Chase. On the other hand, if he still lives in NYC and telecommutes to ThinkProgress, now that he’s no longer at Al Jazeera or International Business Times, the expense of living in NYC is so outlandish that any building he might live in will definitely have its own engineering crew.

Thus the Tale of the Scary White Plumber falls flat on its face, and then you start to see the disturbing pattern of behavior in it. The Closet Monsters imagined by Needy Neddie and that idiot Kersh Guntzman are concocted out of a very desperate need to be dominated by someone else. If you recall Kuntzman’s description of his ridiculous episode of Fear and Loathing With a Gun, the adrenaline pounding through his veins over merely touching that weapon must have been at epic levels. Prior to that, there was an article online from Glamour Magazine by some female dingbat who decided to somehow Defy Something by purchasing a hand gun for herself and confessed to shaking visibly, like a leaf on a twig in a high wind, as if she’d been caught partaking of forbidden fruit. Both of them and Neddie, too, were given a jolt of adrenaline and failed to react properly to it.

Bear in mind that neither of those gun-fearing dweebs was told ‘you are required to own a gun’. It was completely voluntary. An adrenaline surge like theirs is triggered by the fight-or-flight response to danger, something that neither of those morons recognized. The same fight-or-flight response ramped up in Needie Neddy Resnikoff over nothing. In all three of these incidents, which may or may not have happened, each of them describes some sort of physical chill or thrill, something you’d expect from seeing a train coming at you when your car stalls on the train tracks. You and I would vacate the car quickly. They would sit and wait for help, quite sure that the train would stop just for them.

The adrenaline surge is something we’ve all had at one time or another. It heightens your awareness levels and makes you feel like Achilles, or maybe just like a deer in the headlights. Whatever direction it takes with you, it is a tangible response to something unusual that you did not expect, e.g., buying a ‘forbidden’ object like a gun or calling a plumber who turns out to be your misperceived enemy. This seems to be peculiar to the Leftards who view anyone or anything ‘Other’ – not their normal social contact, or maybe a weapon or a word or a color – as threatening when the implied threat exists only in their minds. Their mental Closet Monsters are present in that adrenaline surge, and they want the Closet Monsters to be in charge. They really do.

This seems to generate a universal characteristic of the worshipers of the Closet Monsters, who wept bitter tears and continue to do so over a contest they didn’t win. They were hoping desperately, almost slavishly, for the rise of the Closet Monster, someone who would dominate them the way their parents and schoolteachers did not. They’ve grown from nearly illiterate grade schoolers to college grads with useless degrees, heavy debt and no direction, forming an entire population demographic of Eloi surface dwellers who will mindlessly march to destruction once the Morlocks sound the alarm. These overgrown children really do want to be told what to do.

The difference between the worshipers of the Closet Monsters and the rest of their generation is the gathering of 5 million Cubs fans in Chicago on a chilly but sunny and welcoming October day in the fall of 2016. They were orderly, happy, nondestructive, smart, and hard-working, many wearing team shirts, and many who had come several thousand miles for that historic Homecoming Parade. There were many more millions of people who watched that parade on TV because they couldn’t get to Chicago or didn’t want to be in the crowds.

In contrast, before, during and after the 2016 elections, the worshipers of the Closet Monsters were protesting in the streets, damaging property in some cities, and shouting their hatred of anyone not like them as loudly as possible, even making death threats. Strangely, none of them were wearing team shirts of any kind.

When the election results were totaled, their tiny little minds imploded. The very things that they wanted, e.g., a demi-god dictating every minute of their silly lives, are now the horrific qualities they scream about in the media. They make up lies and then believe their own baloney and elevate their own levels of adrenaline and fear to an unconscionable degree, while the rest of us point at them and laugh.

Looks like the Closet Monsters really did win this game, after all.

Category: Politics