
This is a good question. I like good, intelligent questions like these.
We’ve been buried under Pompeii-like mountains of pumice and ash that have hardened into a monolith. We can’t dig ourselves out without blowing up the many layers of rock-solid sediment that accumulated. Once the top layer of ossified cold lava is blown up and hauled away, we can start carefully to extract the remnants of our civilization that are buried underneath.
For me, civilization means that I can go out with my child on a Sunday morning, and we are completely safe and comfortable wandering around, the streets are clean, the playgrounds are free, open, clean and have no druggies or homeless loitering about. Everybody is polite and sweet to each other. Nobody breaks driving rules. People say compliments to strangers just because they feel good about life. There’s no garbage lying around, no cigarette butts, or dog excrement. We go to a nature preserve or one of the several artificial lakes in the vicinity where happy kids are playing baseball and climbing the playground equipment. Even children are polite, kind and generous to each other. In addition, I want there to be no festivals dedicated to sexual perversions in the park. I don’t want to explain to my kid what a “policule” is because my property taxes were used to inflict BDSM booths on us where we go to feed ducks. I want the local public library not to have its entire showcase dedicated to books like “I Am Jazz” and “Black Girl Hair Is Magical.”
I want good, civilized life to be available not in vanishing enclaves but everywhere. In Grey Mirror, Yarvin quotes some descriptions of what Cleveland was like 100 years ago. It wasn’t whatever it is now. Cleveland and most major cities in the US have experienced a massive decline. If we seek stability right now, it means we remain ensconced in the reality where oases of civilization are being devoured by chaos and barbarity. That is our baseline, our normality. That’s what we’ve been taught to accept as normal.
I was recently stuck in a huge traffic jam as I was leaving St Louis. My GPS was getting overheated trying to show me a completely clear and open exit. I’m sure that all the rest of the drivers had their GPS redirecting them to that very clear exit. But we all sat there for over 90 minutes, staring straight ahead and refusing to take it. Because it leads to East St Louis. We all recite anti-racist mantras at work, and not a single one of us would willingly drive through East St Louis under any circumstances. East St Louis has been a mess for at least 60 years. We need to go back much further than that to undo the terrible damage that’s been done in these decades. This will take an enormous effort because we’ve all been marinated in decades of stories about how we inhabit the best possible reality that is getting better every day. We didn’t go off course last year. We’ve been dismantling the Western good life for a long time. We don’t even have words to talk about East St Louis or the fentanyl dessert around my pretty little enclave because those words have been beaten out of several generations of people.
We need to go fast and hard in a completely different direction. I honestly don’t see any other way.

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