ABC’s “The Quest” is Escapism on Steroids

Don’t get me wrong: I like some escapism.

Whether it’s watching “Game of Thrones”, or mindlessly following the trail of “suggested YouTube videos” for an hour, I am certainly a consumer of escapism.

But my problem with escapism is when it is used as a tool by the elite to stunt the potential of the masses so they become passive, inactive consumers of escapist-products like reality TV shows, celebrity worship, and trips to Disney.

So when I heard about ABC’s new reality TV show “The Quest”, I was admittedly fascinated by the concept, but also curious about its implications.

If you haven’t heard, “The Quest” is a new show that combines a traditional reality TV show, with a fantasy “Lord-of-the-Rings-Type” story line.  Think of it like the reality show “Survivor” meets the fantasy show “Game of Thrones”. That’s LITERALLY what it is.

They took real-world people, who were obsessive fans of fantasy already, and made them contestants on “The Quest”, which is full of castles, dungeons, monsters, and every cliched fantasy stereotype you can think of — oh, except, they added a black guy, lol.

Okay, okay, I know: who cares if he’s black? Oh, I don’t care, but it is funny that, as a contestant in “The Quest”, he’s the first black main character in a fantasy story that I’VE ever seen.

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screenshot from “The Quest”

Maybe this just further proves how delusional this form of escapism is: it’s SO fake, it can’t even properly recreate the white-only lead roles that have dominated every fantasy movie since…since FOREVER!

But enough with the black dude: I actually like him the most (yes, I did watch the first episode, half out of curiosity, half for research purposes — I swear).

The first episode begins with background on the contestants.  The deep-toned narrator, speaking with the typical fantasy-narration-voice, sets the premise of the show to visuals of New York City time-lapse footage, saying: Continue reading

Do Fast Food Workers Deserve Higher Wages? Uh…Probably Not

By Chris Delamo of Red Pill Philosophy
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I don’t mean to sound like an elitist, but we have to be real about the math here: if a homeless guy quirts water on your already-clean windshield, and scrubs it with a squeegee for 30 seconds, and then he asks you for a few dollars for his work…you should PROBABLY tell him to fuck off.

Look, the fact here is simple: we live in a biological world that is driven by energy outputs, and energy inputs. If you don’t consume enough calories / nutrition, your body will give out before you can accomplish your goals in life.  I don’t care how much your heart bleeds for those who are “underpaid”, or unemployed: the reality is that if you cannot meet the needs of others in the marketplace, then you are more of a burden than you are a benefit to others. Asking to be compensated when you’ve not provided value to others, is VERY selfish of you…tisk tisk.

You are, in essence, a parasite.

Today, more than ever, fast food workers have become infatuated with unionized protests.  They demand higher wages, more job security, better benefits…but do they deserve it?

Well, let’s put this in perspective: since the minimum wage was recently raised through the use of government force, more and more fast food companies are replacing their cashiers with automated robotic machines that allow customers to place orders on convenient little touch-screens.

Well, that’s how valuable some fast food workers are: when they demand higher wages, they get fuckin’ fired and replaced by a robot.

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Elliot Rodger, Ugly Girls, & Sex

By Chris Delamo of Red Pill Philosophy

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Somewhere, right now, there is an angry, sexually frustrated woman.

She’s always liked men, but men…never liked her.

She’s not “ugly”, per se, but she IS about 60 pounds overweight.

Every time she walks into public places—a Starbucks, or at school, or the mall—she darts her eyes to the left, to the right, inconspicuously using her peripheral vision to see if any guys are “checking her out”.

But even when she thinks they’re looking, unsure if her peripheral vision was deceiving her, she would turn to see that the guy she thought was interested in HER, was actually looking just behind her at the slimmer women in tight jeans, strutting confidently forward with long, flowing blonde hair.

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Disappointed, she grits her teeth, and continues her day, feeling just a bit more depressed than she had the previous day, or the day before, or the day before that…

It’s not long before this overweight woman starts to RESENT men.

At night, lonely and lying in bed, she thinks to herself, “These superficial men, with their superficial standards, only interested in these slutty women.  Why don’t they like ME?”

She soon falls asleep, and dreams of a world where all the men she’s ever wanted, FINALLY learn to appreciate HER, instead of all those “slutty, stuck-up girls”.

But these dreams, these hopes, these ambitions quickly fester into a nightmare, one where she is trapped in a cycle of self-hatred, which breeds more loneliness, which breeds more self-hatred, and then more loneliness as she becomes a more wretched and unlikeable person over time—not because SHE is fundamentally unlikeable, but because she has chosen NOT to like herself…

But this nightmare is not just in her head: this is the REAL LIFE she lives everyday.

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