Odd how a group of memories can all come together at once.

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Yesterday and today a group of things came together to form a picture I had not quite seen in such a complete form, or all together, or something.  I blogged about it yesterday, if it was nothing really new, just... I saw it and other things fit, in a sequenced pattern.  Tonight it isn't about me.  It is about some academic types I knew.  Quite liberal, in the neoliberal sense.  Feminine equality, social justice, and the rest, were all top priorities and beliefs.  Even Chesterton, in his day, knew and despised the lie that is "social justice".

Anyway, through various times and conversations, odd things began to happen.  While, publicly, with or without his wife present, the man presented that women were wholly and fully equal to men.  When I was discussing the coming economic calamity, he seemed to know about that which I speak.  When it was just us two, we would pick each other's minds for... notions about it, clues, concerns.  And, really, we were quite on the same page.  But when I would consider discussing it around his wife he would... hedge me to a different topic.  Oh, I saw that, just... I'm usually amenable.  When queried in private, he suggested he doesn't... want to worry his wife with such things.  Later I even got the idea that... she came apart when... introduced to the notion that tomorrow would not be like today, unglued.  There were several areas he was fully aware, but areas he kept from his wife.  As I think about it now I realize he had no notion of feminine equality, he was just... playing the role.  I am not sure if his lip service, however, was fully conscious.  He might actually, consciously, believe what he was saying about equality in spite of living his life quite the opposite.  How... many other academics, liberals, progressives, are just the same?  Most would be my guess.

In Russia, they called this something special, if I can't remember the term for it.  Yes, I knew it at one time.  It wasn't just academics who talked the talk but walked the reality.  It was living the grand lie.  Many still do, worldwide.  Many don't realize they live one way and speak a totally different way.  No, tonight, memories of those conversations and interactions finally made some sense.  More interestingly, she... knew.  She even outright used her feminine frailty as a means of changing subjects she couldn't, wouldn't, handle well.  Oh... just... enjoying some... things...  And sharing them.  Way too funny, if I am not really laughing at them, just... at the world they have created within to live.  And fearing it, a bit, too.  That is a very fragile world.  Any blip on the radar and it can all come crumbling down.  Impotent rage does nothing against the tides of reality, hordes of barbarians, or... any other real threat out there.  How many live in that deluded worldview?  Too many.  Too many elites, perhaps almost all of them?  Trouble ahead.

Later.