Dress-up

Mrs. Freeholder and I are working in the yard today, and it’s lunch time. As I was eating, I was trolling down the stream at Gab, and a link to this came up. I’m going to try, and likely fail, to pull a legit money quote from it. Let’s go with this:

In my view, this is how conspiracy deniers are able to cling to and aggressively defend the utterly illogical fantasy that somehow – above a certain undefined level of the societal hierarchy – corruption, deceit, malevolence and narcissism mysteriously evaporate. That, contrary to the maxim, the more power a person has, the more integrity they will inevitably exhibit. These poor deluded souls essentially believe that where personal experience and prior knowledge cannot fill in the gaps in their worldview – in short, where there is a barred door – mummy and daddy are behind it, working out how best to ensure that their little precious will be comfortable, happy and safe forever. This is the core, comforting illusion at the root of the conspiracy denier’s mindset, the decrepit foundation upon which they build a towering castle of justification from which to pompously jeer at and mock those who see otherwise.

“On The Psychology Of The Conspiracy Denier”, Tim Foyle, https://reportingforbeauty.substack.com/p/on-the-psychology-of-the-conspiracy-7ff

I’ve read it, and I need to re- and possibly re-re-read this. But at the end of the first reading, 1 Corinthians 13:11 is what immediately came to mind.

When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things.

1 Corinthians 13:11

These conspiracy deniers have not become “man”, that is to say, fully adult. They’re kids playing dress-up in their parents’ clothes. The problem is that mummy isn’t going to come in, clean up the lipstick and put it all back up for them. Daddy isn’t going to come into their bedroom and check under the bed and in the closet for monsters.

And when the monster shows up for them, it’s going to be a feast. For the monster, at least.

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