They say that, “Wednesday’s child is full of woe.” And today was a day of woe for yours truly. I had to catch up with an assortment of tedious chores. But I will confess that it allowed me to feel extremely virtuous. Finally, I’m completely prepared for the first storm of the winter. Good.
I read a post called “How the Next Civil War Begins” by a guy named B. Duncan Moench. His ideas fall in line with a lot of things that are floating around in the air. His version has red states rejecting the results of the 2024 elections and calling for secession. Well, okay, maybe. But who knows and it’s definitely not something that debating about is going to clarify. As the mathematical types might say, the solution of the problem is currently indeterminate. The boundary conditions are unknown. Quoting Dr. Flankon in the seminal movie “Matinee,” “Human-insect mutation is far from an exact science.” And so is predicting the exact schedule of a collapsing empire. You just can’t rush a revolution. It’s like a cake in the oven. Peek in on it too soon and it falls flat. So, I’ll leave such speculation for when something definitive happens.
Today I was thinking about what a wonderful time it is to be red-pilled. Now that I can disown the dominant cultural and social institutions of American life, I feel incredibly free and alive. Once I knew that I won’t have any control over those aspects of the world around me I’ve been able to detach myself from them. Now I concentrate on the things within my control and try to restrict as much as possible my interactions to people who share my world view.
Someone might say I’m isolating myself from the real world. But I think it’s just the opposite. Those who believe in complete absurdities like transgenderism and defunding the police are the ones detached from reality. I’m part of the community of the sane. And no matter how fragmented and vilified by the imbecile majority we may be, I have to consider us the privileged ones. Because we can see. And walking around amongst the blind is an advantaged position. We can see where the madness of the crowd is leading and ultimately that should allow us to avoid falling over the cliff with them.
Now granted, sometimes it feels a little lonely to be surrounded by the insane. There is a certain alienation when most of the people you see around you or online speak gibberish. But eventually we’ll get used to it and just avoid it as much as possible. It’s like those reality tv shows. When they first began to proliferate, I was depressed to think that these were now the entertainment we were supposed to watch. Eventually I saw that this was just a sorting process. People could find their own level and gravitate to the entertainment they preferred. Granted, good things to watch seem to have gotten rarer but the same principle applies today as before. Mostly it’s a matter of learning how to research what you want. Whether it’s entertainment or political opinion or news. You just have to be a little pickier to find what is worthwhile.
And maybe it’s all to the good. Choosing the company you keep may be the better way all around. Maybe universal brotherhood is an impossibility. And as it turns out there are an awful lot of crazy people out there. Having them self-select to be my enemies may be the best way to go. It’s like those BLM and rainbow banners on car bumpers and houses. They give me fair warning that “here be monsters.” You can’t ask for more than that.
So, thank you Managerial Class, Deep State, Intelligence Agencies and Election Fraudsters for clarifying the situation. I’ve parted ways permanently from you and yours. Now you’re just the obstacles that I steer around while I’m living my life. And you’re the contrast that I can compare my actual friends to. Good.