Have you ever been inside the armories where the Cathedral forges its weapons? Have you heard the ringing of the hammers, the hiss of steam?
The Cathedral is industrious. It may not be competent, but it is industrious, and it loves weapons-research. Not actual, physical weapons that could protect a population from invaders; it does some of that too, but that is a distinctly low-status activity. I’m talking about a more eldritch sort of weapon. (Cthulhu always swims left, and his reactor gets upgraded regularly.)
I say this because you shouldn’t get over-confident. You may walk through a mob of humanoids shrieking insipid slogans and think smugly that they don’t stand a chance against our superior ideas. Maybe they don’t.
But those slogans you hear – from the dusky mobs, from the bekeffiyehed SJWs, from the IYI media – are thirty years old. They’re outdated. Worse: they’re low-status. The upper echelons of the Cathedral got tired of them decades ago. They’ve had thirty years to toy with them, bat them around, look for holes. Add to them, streamline them. Make them more lethal.
Sometimes I feel clever when I spot a crack in the facade of SJW ideology. But I always have a nagging feeling that someone else spotted the same crack, and developed the same critique, a decade ago — that, worse than being accepted, this critique is now passé — that in one of the many infernal consistories of the Cathedral, dozens of industrious priestlings are scheming on the third version of the new and improved dogma which corrects the flaws of the version which corrected the flaws of the version whose shortcomings I belatedly noticed.
So don’t get comfortable. It’s going to get worse before it gets better. They have had a long time to prepare for this.