Wield the power

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Overreaching, totalitarian authority is wielded as a matter of course, and has been for decades, by the 500 “elected” representatives in DC who have absolutely no concern for our wellbeing or the well-being of our nation’s future. They are the stewards and facilitators of American decline. Have you noticed that no decision appears to be made with native-born Americans in mind? So the question is academic. It’s not that the power should or should not be used, but who should be using it. 500 human slugs, the same ones who have been there for decades, or a much smaller but more focused cadre of true believers who could arrest our descent immediately?

“Mikey…was Charlie’s handler”

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The great tragedy of Charlie Kirk really was the menagerie of soulless retards and vulgar opportunists who congregated around him. Imagine being forced to interact with these people day in day out, and in the end, greatest of ironies, being led by them to the slaughter. Whether they did it wittingly or not, they set him up for the hit. The Great Man theory of history is the most accurate, and so it stands to reason that the future can be altered by identifying those nascent great men, and either propping them up, or murdering them. Kirk’s death was the death of a far different future. Someone, or some state, rightly saw in Kirk the birth of a new age for America, realized that that new age didn’t include their precious little parasitic homeland, and took the coward’s path of murder.

Does the therapy industry prey on women?

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“Therapy” is pushed onto women and young girls almost at the first stirrings of their emotions, almost as if anything other than a Stepford Wife serenity is looked on as an abnormaility that requires intervention. Ironic. I’ve known almost no men who’ve been to therapy. But almost every single girl I’ve ever known has either gone through therapy, or if not, has had it incessantly thrown at them throughout their adolescence. The ones who have seem to have no grounded way to interpret their emotions. Every negative emotion is viewed as an abnormality that must be corrected. This of course leads to the “There must be something wrong with me” attitude that too many young women have, which leads them to, unfortunately, medicate with the cornucopia of SSRI’s available to them.

Okie imbecile Markwayne Mullen is going to derail deportations

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The dark harvest of tech saturation: infantilization and despair

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As we watch, helplessly, as internet-connected devices and gadgets gain further ground into every aspect of our lives, it is instructive to ask ourselves whether we’re better off than we were ten, twenty, or thirty years ago. The answer is obvious, and yet one really has to wonder why we still allow this total 5G saturation. What are we getting out of the deal? What are we losing as a result of this rapid advance of screens and “connectedness”? I say we’re gaining nothing, aside from a mirage of convenience, the most dangerous drug ever to exist, and because it isn’t recognized a such, it is churned out at breakneck pace. Because of this, we are losing something fundamental that we will never get back. We are losing the real in favor of the unreal. Our attention is being siphoned, continuously pulled away from the real, as these gadgets incessantly demand our attention. Our childhood experiences have become extinct. No future generations will experience what we did. The banquet of high-speed, 5G, instant, technological pleasures is laid out in wait for every succeeding generation. We baptize, and are baptized, in the name of the Screen, the new god, and the last God. None will surpass it. The Screen, omnipresent, all-knowing, all-seeing, has brought about the end of history. What culture worthy of remembrance will be produced by the congregation of the Screen? The question answers itself. The screen infantilizes us, and we condemn future generations when we allow the addiction to cement itself. We know something is wrong. We know we’re being swept forward at an increasing rate. We feel helpless at the rapid advance of this empty technological idol.

We are the generation that now sees the false promise of technology. We are not better off than we were in the 90’s, or the 80’s, or the 70’s. The 70’s, which produced some of the greatest music, literature, and culture. The 70’s, father of the big block V8, burning the unfiltered high-octane aroma that is now as alien to us as the artifacts of the pyramids, bursting with creativity and life. A world that knew nothing of the internet but still thrived. We’ve allowed the sequential deaths of far too many American cultures, as we struggle to gain our bearings amid the ravages of technological innovation. The subsidized electric car hums by, while we, stupefied, push the smartphone into our pockets as we go about our day, paralyzed not by choice, but by technology. Endless content, calling to us from our pockets. This is what we are condemned to, future generations condemned to. Our short lives having been hijacked by a digital mirage, but we who knew a world without this technology knows what we’ve lost. Where can it go but downward? Where can history go but behind glass, to be gawked at but not participated in.

If given the power, I would erase the internet. Not only from existence, but from memory. We do not benefit from this technology, as is now painfully clear. It has colonized every aspect of existence. We have gained nothing from this technology other than alienation, from each other, and from the real world itself.