Scott Adams: A Cautionary Tale

Scott Adams is a D-list celebrity best known for being the creator of the Dilbert comic strip.  The heyday of Dilbert spanned the 80s and 90s, which also happened to be the height of the corporate office downsizing culture it satirized.  The show's peak was the Dilbert TV show, which lasted two years and won an Emmy before it was cancelled.  Since Dilbert's cancellation, Scott Adams has made various attempts at becoming an influencer.  His latest schtick is to rant on video about various politicized subjects.  His audience is primarily made up of dissatisfied and impressionable young men on Locals.com, Rumble, and Bitchute. 

Scott Adams is one of the lucky few Professional Managerial Class (PMC) who escaped corporate engineer purgatory via his own creativity.  Like many PMC, status is the sword by which he lives and dies, and he is one of those insufferable boors who cannot stop talking about all he has achieved, never once having the suspicion that a good portion of it may have come from luck.  As I have talked about in many an essay, the PMC's push to hang on to unearned wealth, perks, and privileges is the reason why we have quaxx mandates.  Its desperate, clutching egregore is behind the mass formation psychosis that drove the quaxx.  In every corner of the world except parts of Africa, Haiti, and Amish-controlled Pennsylvania, the upper echelon of society decided it was better to prop up Pharmakeia for a few more decades than to look reality in its bloodshot eye and accept lower standards of living for the foreseeable future.  This is nothing new; the world's civilizations have been kicking the Peak Oil can down the road since at least the1970s.  Quaxxing is most prevalent wherever there is shame connected to poverty and wherever the urge to be atheist-progressive PMC is strongest, such as Australia, Israel, and Canada.  On a smaller scale, I have noticed from my personal life that people who are the most attached to social status (no matter what their actual monetary status) are by far the most likely to quaxx and become arrogant about it.  Around here in my northern Illinois suburb, the worst of the quaxx-enforcers were the people running the Holocaust Museum, the DuPage Children's Museum, and the many overblown, multi-million dollar hospital complexes that represent 40% of what remains of the economy these days.  It is no coincidence that all of these places are frequented by the Good People who see their own labors as righteous while they seldom interact in any genuine way with the lower classes who vacuum their floors and put food in the store for them to buy.  

Remove the veils of propaganda and Covid-19 is and always was a class war.  The people who were not afraid to live on the wrong side of the tracks -- the homebirthers, homeschoolers, homesteaders, machine welders, truck drivers, and others who have no interest in working in Dilbert's office for any longer than necessary -- led the charge against the whopping majority who donated their bodies to the quaxx like meat cows to the captive bolt.  The people I feel the most sorry for are the ones who were pushed, coerced, and tricked into taking the quaxx and who eventually succumbed despite knowing better.  The rest of them are unfortunately complicit, because without their unquestioning and credulous order-following, the pressure to quaxx the unwilling could have never existed in the first place.

Scott Adams published a rant a few weeks ago against the quaxx, allegedly claiming to be quaxx-injured.  True to OG 1980s-era toxic masculine form, his obsessive focus in the rant was that he had "lost" and the unvaxxed had "won" because he was suffering symptoms that are extremely common among the Pfizer'd, Johnson'd, and Moderna'd these days.  

We Did Not Want To Be Right

Though it would have been just as easy for the majority of commenters to troll Adams with I TOLD YOU SO, most commenters were extraordinarily graceful despite having suffered devastating and horrific loss of family, friends, and property because of the gullibility of the original wave that got the quaxx into a large number of arms, lungs, brains, hearts, testes, and ovaries.  Here are a few examples:

As you can see, the overwhelming sentiment is that we did not want to win, we did not want to be right, and we all have loved ones for whom we are extremely worried because they succumbed to a shot that is now publicly exposed as toxic, dangerous, and potentially life-ending.  Despite mountains of evidence, there are still people trying to shame the unvaxxed for speaking openly about what is going on.  Heaven forbid we mention the demonic hypothesis -- we are not allowed to do that for fear of reviving the mouldering corpse of ghettoization and pogroms.  Yet it is the unvaxxed who have been treated the most similarly to Jews in the WWII era, and Holocaust survivor Vera Sharav has made a five part documentary explaining the parallels.

Bitter Truth Pills

I was right about the harmlessness of the Covid virus.  I figured it out two weeks after we were allegedly flattening the curve and I was dismayed that so many preferred obvious fearmongering to what they could see in front of their physical, non-electronic eyes: empty hospitals and dancing doctors.  If the quaxxed need to worry about anybody being right, it is Luc Montagnier, the scientist who discovered HIV who warned about the quaxx from the beginning. 

To this day, we have quaxxed 20-something year old kids catching flus and mysteriously watching their legs blacken and rot off.  In the meantime, smiling doctors and nurses gaslight them to believe it was epic coincidence that their expensive amputations and prosthetics just happen to be the result of a garden variety flu bug and not the experimental inoculation.  I did not want to be right about the hideous depravity of these modern day Mengeles.  I did not want to be right about a bunch of dead babies, orphaned children, and maimed young people who will soon stay young forever because they are a few years at best from death.  

When comedian Amy MacDonald toppled onstage after sarcastically claiming Jesus loved her best, I suppose it felt good for a handful of fundie Christians who spend their time gloating about how holy they are and who saw the quaxx as the Mark.  I think the majority of Christians just found it sad.  Like me, I think they saw their own arrogance and ignorance reflected in MacDonald's posturing: let he who has not sinned cast the first stone.  Have I not been just as arrogant and ignorant as poor Amy in my life?  Of course I have -- I can be a real ass when I want to be.  Haven't I been duped and misled because of my arrogance?  The answer is a whopping and resounding YES, sing it to the rafters.  A few minor changes in my earlier life and I would have been one of the potentially arrogant quaxxed, or worse yet, quaxx-injured.  I don't see myself as any better than someone who chose the MRNA vaccines.  Pastor Marva Peschier of Trinidad and Tobago made a viral video after losing her son to the quaxx and was confronted by creepy officials who wanted her to put the cat back in the bag.  Despite being sure the vaccine killed her beloved son, she urged watchers to leave judgement up to God.  

Scott Adams: The Unvaxxed Won.  Or Did They?

Back to Scott Adams.  Not long ago, he began making noises about his "I lost, the unvaxxed won" mea culpa being a prank.  You heard me right: a prank.  Whether he intended to discredit his vaccine injury story or not, he has now shown himself to be a fraudster and a sociopath.  In a hilarious and pathetic bid for more subscribers on Locals, he urged readers to get the real story by buying subscriptions to his account.  Though Adams tried to keep his utterances Louis XIV-vague, the hidden statement he made was clear to anyone who has a semi-working knowledge of attention whores/narcissists.  Adams is an Aesop's fable.  He's the little boy who cried Wolf.  We cannot be sure at this point Adams is MRNA vaccine injured at all, so it is inevitable that his karma is to have any real injury or pain that follows dismissed summarily as a joke.  Unfortunately, Adam's arrogance undermines the legitimacy of any other people who have been affected by vaccine injury as it causes the average person not to trust them.  I urge my readers not to allow Adam's wolf-crying to color your opinion of vaccine-injured who may truly need your help and sympathy.

Adams reminds me of a certain clique of popular boys I knew in high school.  They loved their tech and diversions and would do anything to avoid hands-on labor or common courtesy.  They were allergic to honesty, modesty, and responsibility.  They loved to see how far they could game human sympathy.  Every kind of human suffering was a funny joke to them except their own; their main entertainment was to be cruel to anyone who gave them the time of day.  Adams is the clique member who never grew up.  I am confident that if the clique had any success, every one of these guys either became Dilbert or his evil boss, just as Adams has become the bald version of the black hair-horned evil boss he once parodied. 

How To Slay a Vampire

Scott Adams is cursed, and I take no credit for the job because I don't do that anymore.  Adams is an attention vampire who thinks that he can manipulate the masses via psychological games in order to win the game of life, therefore he has already cursed himself more than any other human this Earth could curse him.  (Spoiler alert: we all die, so nobody wins the game of life.  We are all losers here!)  Attention vampires are common, boring, and banal.  In the near future, I ignore Scott Adams and I suggest you do the same.  Treating the Scott Adamses of the world as if they do not matter enrages them and deprives them of their energy sources.  Leave Scott Adams to his small army of boring yet hysterical incel sycophants -- they are just as bad as their purported leftist foes when it comes to destroying each other in a circular firing squad.  

I am glad the Covid debacle happened in 2020 and not 2010 or 2000 in my case, because before I gave up hexing and cursing, I was quite good at it and I imagine I would have been able to personally score a great deal of damage against people who I both disliked and got the quaxx.  Back then, I used to ignore the collateral damage to my own life, which was much unhappier and fraught with drama.  Hexing and cursing does not work.  The only thing that does is ignoring our own desires to worsen the lives of those who have worsened ours and build on the good we already have in place.  With that in mind, I am off to go do musical things.