Someone asked me, is it better to be red- or blue-pilled?
You know that scene in The Matrix, in which the traitor makes a deal with the agents because he likes the taste of steak, fake though he knows it to be.
The answer is that despite the disillusionment you go through after you open your eyes, it is better to be red-pilled. Two practical reasons, aside from the value of truth for its own sake: one, blue-pill ignorance will, sooner or later, catch up with you and do material damage in your life. Two, lies are bliss until they compromise your effectiveness in important tasks, such as preparing your son or daughter for adulthood.
The blue pill, literally, also makes you eat shit:
Ice from three of the UK’s biggest coffee chains has been found to contain bacteria from faeces, according to a BBC investigation. Samples of iced drinks from Costa Coffee, Starbucks and Caffe Nero contained varying levels of the bacteria, the BBC’s Watchdog found.
LOL, good luck with that and diversity. Ask the Bengalis at your franchise breakfast chain if they wash their hands after bathroom.
Red pill is why I don’t eat at places that have visible dark-skinned staff. It’s hard to know who’s in the kitchen, so maybe we ought to collapse the dining industry until they start hiring Whites for all positions.
Red pill is just metaphor for truth. Some of us had always accepted the “racist and sexist” realities of life because we trusted our eyes and our instincts, we just lacked the conceptual framework to understand that we are not evil or crazy, and the social affirmation that we are not alone. Others, who had to arrive at clarity in steps, went through the Three Stages of the Red Pill. For them, it is a difficult process due to its stripping-off of one’s false-but-comforting beliefs.
The sunlit world outside blinds, until your eyes adjust and then you see genuine beauty everywhere.