Our job is to bridge the gap between us and the ordinary people who are captive to the liberal frame. Our challenge is compounded by the fact that we are outside of the mainstream. Herd-behaving liberals can out-group us, while it’s generally not an option we have because they are the polite society and we are the party-crashers. This will change, but for now the burden of social proof is on us.
The Red Pill is bitter so it must be given in measured doses. I went into that here as well. That said, people are hungry for the truth and they are unsettled by the environmental poz. Also, most people are followers and need properly worded dispensation, from the right source, to trust their own eyes. Here are examples of real and hypothetical conversations:
He believes that right wingers are mean and liberals are nice. He says: “Man, I think Trump went too far this time. Did you hear about [some trite fake-news bullshit]?” You drop the smile, look at him and say: “Listen brah, there’s no more debate. There is no more politics. Things are coming to a war. And I know what side I’m on.” He might well slip out of the conversation at this point, probably with some flippant quip. If he doesn’t, and he asks you what side that is, nod in the direction of his kids and quietly tell him: “The side that wants them to be free men and women, not slaves.”
Electroshocking the liberal
Saw this out there: “Bernie would have won if not for the goddamned n_____s.”
I knew a young chick some years back, a good girl in a big city. She’s telling me about a fellow in her apartment building who
pesters her is a really sweet guy. She is squirming on about how nice and smart he is, along with a few additional positive attributes. She adds an afterthought: “… and he’s an immigrant from Africa… I feel bad for blowing him off because he’s so sweet, do you think that’s wrong?” I reply: “Cross-cultural relationships never work out.” Her relief is palpable. My thoughts, telegraphed to her dad: You’re welcome, mister.
Notice what I did. I spoke matter-of-factly. I said “culture” rather than “race” to bypass her indoctrination infrastructure. Finally, my rhetoric was absolute — “never” rather than “rarely.” Of course some intercultural relationships do work out. But that’s not the point. The point was to give her what she came to me for, which was permission to say No.
Your eyes tell you who is speaking the truth and who is lying to you.
Your heart tells you what’s kind and what’s cruel.
Your brain tells you what makes sense and what doesn’t.
Your gut tells you what’s healthy and what’s sick.
This is the time…
This is the time to be a young White boy. Your formative landscape is roadside Trump signs. You are a generation of boys that has a bona-fide hero as role model in public life. No one can take that from you.
You also have the perfect foil to everything that’s beautiful and true: Hillary, a word now-synonymous with witchery and decrepitude. As you and your friends laugh about your SJW teacher, the punchline comes naturally: “She probably likes Hillary.”
I said “witchery.” The notion of the toxic female has come back, and this is where you lump in every woman who is not a mother, not a nun, and not a prostitute.