“A day may come when the courage of men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship, but it is not this day. An hour of wolves and shattered shields, when the age of men comes crashing down! But it is not this day. This day we fight! By all that you hold dear on this good Earth, I bid you stand, men of the West!” – Return of the King
Being an involuntary organ donor in the USSR was really disheartening.
The main poison that led to the GULAG was hope.
Hope slowed action, and when the KGB or Cheka thugs walked up the stairs of the commieblock apartments, people didn’t react because of the hope that it wouldn’t be them. Soviet soldiers that had flung themselves against the MG-42s of the Wehrmacht or SS Panzer divisions on the Ostfront stood cowering behind their doors because of hope that it might be the comrade next door that the KGB was collecting.
And blind hope really is silly because the comrade in the apartment next door has the exact same hope. It also saps willpower.
However, there’s the Blackpill®. Now, my definition of the Blackpill™ is that things can never get better, that all is lost, and civilization is doomed. If anything, the Blackpill© is nihilism on steroids, and is probably worse than hope because it brings with it defeatism. It’s a philosophy for losers.
I reject then, both mindless hope, and also mindless nihilism.
I had a water bed that was extra bouncy. I used spring water.
I’m not sure what I’d call how I feel. Redpill© isn’t quite enough, because I believe that, indeed, we can and will emerge victorious in the end. The lights won’t go out forever.
But victory requires intent. No general ever won a battle intending to lose. Elon Musk didn’t just wake up one morning and say, “Holy shit! I have reusable rockets and nearly a trillion dollars!” And this post didn’t assemble itself out of the luminiferous aether.
No, people drive conditions and drive events so that that victory emerges as a condition. They shape the world and the possibility of what can be through willpower, belief, and intent.
I admire Will Smith. It takes a lot of guts to defend someone else’s woman like that.
Where then, are we headed?
First, Trump didn’t start the MAGA parade. He saw where people were already headed and jumped out in front of the parade. I recall one rally from his latest presidential run when he bragged about creating the Vaxx®. The people in the audience booed Trump.
Trump stopped mentioning the Vaxx© after that. He looked back and saw the parade wasn’t going to go that direction. This is, of course, one of the primary distinctions between TradRight and GloboLeft: TradRight is hard to lead, GloboLeft grovels for someone to beat them and tell them what to do and believe as they sniff the glove.
So, the movement is there. It’s the oxygen in the room.
Second, there’s France. I don’t know how a Frenchman can look at the country and see that they’re the next best thing to being conquered and not feel anger building inside him. How many murders? How many rapes? How many riots? How many precious symbols of his religion and former nation can he stomach to see destroyed before he snaps?
At some point a strong man will look at the burning Louvre, the frolicking invaders, and Macron going to Davos to say the official statement that “Diversity is the strength of France!” and decide that the official statement can use a rake for toilet paper.
This, then is the fuel.
My landlord wanted to talk to me about the high air conditioning bill. I said, “Sure, my door is always open.”
The spark? I don’t know. Perhaps something as simple as a man who says, “no”, or a Major in the Army from Montana who sees a crown lying in a gutter, and picks it up, sees the oxygen that is the people, and the fuel that is the anger, and decides to lead the parade to where it must inevitably go: conflict, mountains of skulls, and rebirth.
I do believe that on the other side of this is a rebirth, a new golden age.
I also believe that if you’re over 40, the chances of you living to see that new golden age are zero, and it may be that no one alive today will live to see it. I think it will be horrible in more ways than mankind has yet seen on this planet. Yet, this terrible gulf to herald in the future is likely necessary and preferable to the slide into tyranny we’re headed on now.
But I believe, deeply, that the forces of Truth, Beauty, and Goodness will win, and I believe that because, despite all the horrors of the past, they’ve never died. Gone dim? Certainly.
But never died. This then is the pill that I choose to take, the pill that will build a future for my grandchildren and their children.
I don’t have a color for this pill, but I’ll call it the Victory Pill™ for now.
Which might explain why only two Mexicans cross the border wall at a time. No tres passing.
We don’t get to see the end of this, but we do get to build the foundations, and shape what will follow. I have no illusions that this blog will be read 1,000 years after my death, let alone the 2,300 years that Aristotle’s thoughts have survived.
No. But I’ll try to do my part, even if it’s to be the smallest PEZ®-shaped block in the foundations of what is to come.
And what wins is someone who believes they can win, who goes out against all odds, sees the crown lying in the gutter, picks it up, and carries the future of mankind. That man may be out there now, and may yet be unborn.
Will we win?
Yes.
Will it be horrible?
Yes.
My hockey nickname was “Titanic” because I looked good until I hit the ice.
I don’t think anyone will point back on this time and place and call it the ideal, the Golden Age. Those times are in the past.
And in the future.
We are not done, but hoping our way to victory won’t help. Neither will despair.
Building a foundation, however, will.
We inherited this civilization from our ancestors, and only hold it in trust for our children. This is our time and place to stand.
My position is black-pilled in the short term but white-pilled in the long term. In other words, we win in the end but it will be awful and ugly getting there, but it will be awful and ugly regardless so we may as well win because losing means dying.