… It’s been about fifteen years now since I first discovered dissident literature about race online. It was exhilarating. The thrill of transgressing the sacrosanct and sense it was nonetheless right (if you feel seeking the truth is right) coexisted. Amazing! (It would make the wholesome yin to the shameful yang of discovering Internet porn, if I should ever discover Internet porn.)Of course, the thrill is gone.Farther back people were assuming it inevitable the Internet would soon render the Narrative an unsustainable laughingstock. How they flattered the nation! How I flattered myself. You can transgress all you want, if you’re nobody; “transgressing” by reading HBD sites, for instance, proves you’re nobody. Don’t do it if you want to be somebody. The cottage industry that is the outing of “racists” exists to broadcast this dictum. But it isn’t just about vetting celebrities and politicians. The message the average guy–white guy, needless to say–gets loud and clear is this is what losers do.So far so good: the Narrative hasn’t even had to adapt to facts that have been more “settled” than global warming for a long time. In its aversion to logic and romanticizing of anger (it’s become routine: the media reports the anger of such as the Ferguson mob as if it proves the justice of their cause; one burned-down Quickie Mart a solid argument, two a slam dunk) the Narrative argues that feelings make facts, but its sharper proponents know the reality: feelings make power.