Nice, Until We’re Not

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Editor’s Note: Last Redoubt posted this last year, but it seems even more relevant now.

Devon over at Black Pilled reviews Office Space – in and of itself a brilliant piece of propaganda, but one that tells several truths, instead of feeding poison pills of nihilism and pointlessness.

Now, I personally first stumbled into the concept of European (and descended) people being really, really nice, until suddenly, they’re really, really not via Stefan Molyneux – and I don’t think I’ve actually heard anyone describe it as a slow pressure cooker buildup. That said, I’m sure people do.

In my personal experience and observation, it really is a case of putting up with bullshit until it’s not worth it anymore. It isn’t passive aggressive – you do address the issue – but it’s also about waiting to see if things resolve themselves, if the person giving you a ration of shit was just having a bad day, or realizes the error of his ways and makes amends.

But then you reach that moment where you just won’t deal with it anymore. That straw that breaks the camel’s back, taken in isolation, seems extreme, but at the moment that decision is made, the path taken will be very, very thorough, and seen as effective at getting rid of the problem, often being objectively effective as well.

I’ve seen someone decide to utterly stop talking to a family member, for months and years, because one day they just weren’t willing to put up with covert abuse and manipulation for the sake of “family unity” any further, over a single comment. This comment, by itself, was bad enough, but as the endpoint in an ongoing pattern, was the final piece of a completed puzzle that said “it’s not worth it”, and “isn’t ever going to stop being a manipulative, selfish cunt.”

It’s important to note, whether or not there is an explosion, that this isn’t a pressure cooker building up. This is a point where the decision is made that whatever “this” is, is simply not worth dealing with anymore, and how do we make it go away?


  1. I shot a bunch of 2 inch bees in my yard over the last few days with .22 shot shells and a single action revolver. Felt so good! How does that relate to the article? All I ask for is a minigun and a helicopter. Lol!

  2. This reminds me of a Rudyard Kipling poem, since adapted to refer to Saxons rather than English:


    It was not part of their blood,
    It came to them very late
    With long arrears to make good,
    When the English began to hate.

    They were not easily moved,
    They were icy willing to wait
    Till every count should be proved,
    Ere the English began to hate.

    Their voices were even and low,
    Their eyes were level and straight.
    There was neither sign nor show,
    When the English began to hate.

    It was not preached to the crowd,
    It was not taught by the State.
    No man spoke it aloud,
    When the English began to hate.

    It was not suddenly bred,
    It will not swiftly abate,
    Through the chill years ahead,
    When Time shall count from the date
    That the English began to hate.

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