I have found that accepting my status as an outsider in the American system is a fairly liberating experience. I’ve reconciled myself to being a pariah and it’s done me a world of good. No longer needing to fix the socio-political framework of the United States is an enormous relief and clears my mind for tackling problems that I can address and that directly benefit me.
Instead of worrying whether the Democrats will rig the Pennsylvania vote in November, I’m spending my time looking for ways to improve the website and increase my visibility with the people who interest me. Instead of worrying about what will happen to Donald Trump I will worry about what’s going to happen to Camera Girl and her kids and grandkids. Instead of worrying about the southern border I’ll worry about my relations with the neighbors here in Dunwich. All of these are things I can influence and that better my situation.
Now don’t get me wrong. I’d be ecstatic if Donald Trump beats Dementia Joe in November and then somehow dismantles the Deep State. I’d be doing cartwheels for months if that happened. But what if it doesn’t happen? Do I wait around for another four years hoping that we’ll get another chance the next time? No thanks. Been there, done that, don’t have the time to wait. So, the time to start getting on with my life is right now.
After all, when the Roman empire fell in 476 AD the local Roman stone mason didn’t say, “Well that’s that. Without the emperor handing out contractors’ licenses I’m out of business and I’ll just have to wait until Charlemagne get things going in 800 AD. No, he just cut a deal with the Visigoths or the Ostrogoths or whatever Goths he could find to pay them his contactor’s license and just stopped chiseling SPQR onto the work he installed. Instead, he just wrote, “Hurrah for Alaric” or something. Now maybe in his heart of hearts he hated Alaric’s guts. And probably he had hated his local Roman tax collector too. But reality has its own logic. If the Left has permanently outmaneuvered the Right, then I need to concentrate on outmaneuvering the local bureaucrats and stop waiting for a savior to set me free.
If the people of this country are stupid enough to believe in global warming and pediatric trans-affirming surgery then they deserve everything they get. For me it means I have to figure out a way to survive stupid. And now that I’m fully aware of just how dysfunctional and hopelessly broken our political system is I will make it my business to negotiate this minefield of social rot to the very best of my ability.
So, there it is. My gospel of the red-pilled normie. I’m going to stop following all the pollsters and Washington watchers. I’ll leave that to the people who are still trying to arouse the silent or the sleeping or the just plain stupid majority. I’m looking for those who are already getting things done and for those who have an agenda of the possible.


