The Mediocre Man

Ingenieros termed The Mediocre Man not as an insult, but a clinical diagnosis of the masses which allows the system to continue functioning without change.

The Absence of Ideals

The mediocre person is one who lacks ideals. An ideal is not a fantasy; it is a compass toward perfection. Without it, man does not walk; he only crawls, following inertia.

The mediocre man accepts reality as it is handed to him; the idealist questions it and seeks to transform it. The system loves the mediocre because he is predictable; it fears the idealist because he is the engine of evolution.

The Cult of the Shadow

Imitation

The mediocre man does not think; he only repeats. His mind is a mirror reflecting the prejudices of the era. He has no voice, only an echo. He takes refuge in the opinion of the majority to avoid the vertigo of solitude.

A renunciation of one's own personality. Preferring to be a shadow in the crowd rather than a light in the desert.

The Domestication of Character

The system moulds the mediocre man through education and routine. It turns him into an adapted being, someone who confuses decency with the fear of sanction and virtue with a lack of visible vices.

The mediocre man is the guardian of the status quo: he hates everything original, new, or superior because its very existence reminds him of his own smallness.

Routine as a Refuge

For the mediocre, routine is the substitute for thought. He follows the beaten paths because they provide security. Mediocrity is the climate of decadent societies, where the comfort of a shared lie is preferred over the harshness of an individual truth.

It is the ground where administrators (public sector professionals) and mediocre politicians flourish, governing for a mass that only asks for bread and circus.

The Aristocracy of the Spirit

Ingenieros did not speak of bloodlines, but of an aristocracy of merit and character. The superior man is he who dares to be different, who cultivates his own ethics and refuses to be domesticated.

While the mediocre man seeks to appear, the man of ideals seeks to be. History is not written by obedient majorities, but by the individuals who had the courage to be misfits.

Ingenieros pointed out the trap of normality. To be normal in a sick system is, in itself, a pathology. The mediocre man is the lubricant that prevents the machinery of control from grinding, the brick that holds up the system.

If you want to be sovereign, the first step is to kill the mediocre man that the parasitical control grid has installed in your mind.