Here’s cuckservatism in a nutshell.
Sure, it’s retarded to charge a machine gun and lose the war. But did you hear that triumphant music? It’s like a beautiful surrender, except cuckier. I hear they cut the scene where the imperial army marches over the dead samurai corpses and rapes their entire village.
The entire movie is about trying to relive the glory days of fighting
WWII feudal militias as if katanas were the relevant part of the samurai’s fighting spirit. As a rule of thumb, if you find yourself charging a machine gun like it’s a good idea you should reconsider your premises.
This is the only thing I can think of where I disagree with C.S. Lewis, who puts it like this:
“One word, Ma’am,” he said, coming back from the fire; limping, because of the pain. “One word. All you’ve been saying is quite right, I shouldn’t wonder. I’m a chap who always liked to know the worst and then put the best face I can on it. So I won’t deny any of what you said. But there’s one more thing to be said, even so. Suppose we have only dreamed, or made up, all those things-trees and grass and sun and moon and stars and Aslan himself. Suppose we have. Then all I can say is that, in that case, the made-up things seem a good deal more important than the real ones. Suppose this black pit of a kingdom of yours is the only world. Well, it strikes me as a pretty poor one. And that’s a funny thing, when you come to think of it. We’re just babies making up a game, if you’re right. But four babies playing a game can make a play-world which licks your real world hollow. That’s why I’m going to stand by the play world. I’m on Aslan’s side even if there isn’t any Aslan to lead it. I’m going to live as like a Narnian as I can even if there isn’t any Narnia. So, thanking you kindly for our supper, if these two gentlemen and the young lady are ready, we’re leaving your court at once and setting out in the dark to spend our lives looking for Overland. Not that our lives will be very long, I should think; but that’s a small loss if the world’s as dull a place as you say.”
The Silver Chair
Basically, the idea is that you should delude yourself and others for good reasons. Begging your pardon Mr. Lewis, but that’s horseshit and you should be ashamed.
Here’s a hypothetical for any Christians out there who think this is a good idea. Do you think we should teach people to worship the sun? I mean, praising the Son as the one who gives life to earth is such an abstract idea that maybe we should employ a more concrete metaphor so the unwashed masses can keep up.
It all comes out the same, right? I’m sure Jesus wouldn’t mind if we worship him by proxy. Or even better, let’s just worship “light” in general, maybe the sun as a lightbringer of sorts. Yeah, that’s got a ring to it.
Now, most Christians are going to react to this hypothetical correctly: with revulsion. That’s because I cut out all the complexity so you had to choose between the Truth and a socially useful lie. So I ask you, why would you think it’s better if you make it more complex? Do you think God won’t blame you just because you picked a lie complex enough that you only kinda understood? Don’t kid yourself bro, you ain’t smart enough to trick this guy.
I’m not even gonna get into the esoteric psychology of why people do this, just don’t fucking lie. You can’t make it work. You aren’t smart, you’re actually pretty retarded. Just fucking stop. Or you know, just ignore me and charge that machine gun. It’ll work this time because this time is different.