I'm not even worried about our political future. I 'm worried about how lonely it will be not being one of the few fucking pod people left. You either hold your tongue and keep your fake-ass friends or you speak your mind, get excommunicated, and can write off love, camaraderie, and companionship. Voicing a nuanced set of opinions is dangerous today.
Earlier I thought that too, but eventually the chains that bind your heart and soul will be too much to bear. I wrote in the "Horrors of the Professional World" post a saga about working in a hellish China-based company. It was a choice between stay put, have my soul run over by a riding mower on a daily basis and keep a [meager] salary or quit (with no other job lined up) and experience freedom. TL;DR--I found another, happier, better paying job (though like every large corporation, they went all in on the woke b.s. of today).
And you just have to have the balls to say what you really believe and have the facts to back it up. Most of my relatives are limousine liberals and I held nothing back when I expressed my why I opposed utterly the VirusRegime restrictions (I know that's a different thread, but that and George Floyd are inextricably linked). Naturally, there were arguments and back-and-forth exchanges... but I stepped back and realized two things.
First, that they are so inured to the Narrative that even the most convincing arguments won't move them (months prior, I fed crumbs of information that contradicted the Narrative that was met with no reaction). And second, despite our differences there have been decades of good will between myself and them, and that I had enough credibility in their eyes, that rather than see me as a pariah or wrongthinker, they see me as someone who just needs more education. This second point is critical because it's something that's sorely lacking in the discourse of the past few months:
empathy. The elites want blacks to see whites as oppressors (and they won't admit it, but they want whites to see blacks as mindless beasts while at the same time willingly subjugating themselves to the same beasts). If I could see why my enemy is, in his own view, the hero of his own story, then I have a chance of turning him around. EDIT: With empathy and good will, you can do the one thing that will keep yourself sane more than anything else: D I S E N G A G E. From social media, news, everything. I think most of this crap will end if all the social media networks and news outlets black out for a minimum of ten days.
I doubt I'm the only male kiwi feeling like this. Kiwis, we're seeing some pretty retarded fucking social change. How the fuck am I supposed to remain sane in the social sphere and not feel hellishly lonely when I'm the only person that isn't a batshit stupid socialist? The politics of all of this are irrelevant to me when you feel like you're the last pagan of Rome.
Or the last Orthodox Christian in Bolshevik Russia.
What keeps me going is that Truth is true no matter how much propaganda, democracy and fake-consensus-building try to make 2 + 2 = 5. Even as a kid, I realized that Truth exists apart from our opinions and our preferences and that lies always have a way of building up to prop up previous lies then finally collapsing on the weight of their contradictions. We are witnessing right now the necessary consequences of decades worth of fake economics, fake narratives, fake education and fake society crashing upon themselves.
And what matters after all is said and done (because we are all mortal, and all the physical goods we have attained will no longer be ours) is how we align our interior selves (the soul) with Truth and Reality. In short,
