Good Late Morning/Early Afternoon, depending on your location, ladies, gentlemen and platipi, and welcome to the portion of according to Hoyt in which we commit heresy.
Oh, not heresy against religion or moral. Those poor nags have gotten hit so much over the last century at this point you are not even hitting a dead horse, more the memory of the expectation of a dead horse. Those of us who still believe and hold out our little light
are largely people of no account and even less power. So getting us riled up is stupid, and at any rate we don’t really care, because we hold the powers that be in deep and conspicuous disdain. There is literally nothing they can do to hurt us. I mean, they can imprison us or kill us, but since those of us who are believers think this just a prologue to a very long eternity, and those who aren’t believers think there are things more important than their own life, it really is no way to defeat us.
We, on the other hand, have some kind of fresh and juicy power. Because, as an old communist told me, in the seventies, while a flea can’t derail a train, it can give the conductor a case of the itch until he derails the train.
Marxists who, in the seventies, were already in power in most fields, still held on to the staunch believe that they were now and would always be the underdog. Which is only because that is part of their religion, a non-disputable one.
They are the underdog, the underdog is holy, the underdog always wins, so it is foretold, and yet he is a victim and will therefore remain the under dog.
It goes on until any over, under, or in fact in any way existent canine has to roll his eyes.
But in fact, the Marxists, particularly the 4th generation of Marxists since they more or less took over a bunch of fields in the west, not only are not the underdog. They are the power that be. And as powers that be go, they are remarkably dogmatic (sorry, puppy) and non-flexible.
In fact, even the Catholic Church when it was a de-facto theocracy spanning almost all of the west had both more doctrinal flexibility and far more sense of humor.
I could make a joke about how the devil shall not be mocked, but heck, the jokes make themselves.
The truth is I had a very bad night (no, nothing mental/emotional. More digestive. I need to get out of the habit I’ve fallen into of eating a real meal every two days whether I need it or not.) And am in that kind of mood, and feel the need to give an itch to the conductor. Particularly since the conductor is the Junta, who is mainlining cocaine diluted in vodka, snorting quaaludess and mainlining meth, while fapping more furiously than Hunter Biden surrounded by ten year olds. Frankly, if we don’t derail this train, the crash is going to be bad. And while these cartoon characters don’t realize when the crash comes it hits them first, I’d rather derail than crash in a way that will hurt most of us.
And that’s before the Junta train, the hate America train, the bought and paid for China train, the anti-capitalist train, the “we hate humans train” the —
Frankly this exchange is just overcrowded.
Part of the problem of course is that society really is like a train: it’s huge, it’s moving on tracks, the people at the front have some control, though not nearly as much as they think they do. But the rest of us, in the carriages, might as well be fleas. One of us will get upfront and give a fatal itch to the conductor, but which and how?
Well, of course, if you’re in a position to do it, we highly encourage a White Mutiny (No, it has bloody nothing to do with race) which was called in my time a “Zeal strike.”
This means basically working to the rule book, no more, no less. And the more exactly the rule book can hurt whatever insanity the PTB want done, the harder you should lean into it.
Most of us, alas, are not even in a position to do that. So what can we do?
We know, we can tell, to stretch a metaphor, from the groaning and grinding of the train wheels that this will end in tears, and not happy fun kind of tears at all, but the kind of tears where the whole d*mn machine might very well come apart, leaving us to rebuild in suboptimal conditions. (I wouldn’t bet against Americans on a rebuild under duress, but it’s still going to suck big hairy dromedary gonads.) But the Junta has welded on headphones playing satanic metal at full volume. Still, some things, sometimes get through.
You know, the most shaken I’ve seen the idiots in charge (snort, giggle) is when memes escape them or when we take their memes, turn them upside down and hurt them.
For instance, they disguised the fact that our taking “my body, my choice and applying it to vaccinations hurt them badly, and said they’re replacing it with “say abortion.” This is because their “Say vagina” meme went so well. As though anyone on the right is AFRAID of saying vagina or abortion. I say those all the time. For instance “The left says vagina when they actually mean vulva, because they’re as ignorant of anatomy as they are of everything else.” Or “Except in the most rare and difficult of circumstances, abortion is a murder of convenience, and our laws shouldn’t be based on edge cases. It might be impossible to stop with laws, but we should definitely do all we can to make it socially unacceptable.” Next?
Also the “Let’s go Brandon” thing hurt them, badly, particularly the speed with what it took off. It might for the first time they caught a glimpse that a) we’re onto them. b) there are a lot more of us than they thought.
Of course, the Kenosha Kid also shook them. Not in shooting their horror-movie-prop antifidiots, but in the fact that he became a folk hero overnight, and they couldn’t convince us he’s racissss sexisss and plain evil.
Of course, if you should find yourself in a position to make one of those go viral, we absolutely should. And why are there no songs about Ashli Babbit? Or at least no good ones, since they’ve not gone viral? The subject is costume made for a protest folk ballad, of the kind that gets in the head and won’t get out.
Meanwhile? Well, you can make them itch. We need ideas released out into the public, in the most effective way possible.
We have — at ATH to be honest, but also on the right in general — some of the smartest, most creative people in the world, who have largely gone unrecognized because they disagree with the Marxists. (This shows the Marxists’ lack of imagination, btw. On a good day, we disagree with everyone, including ourselves.)
Remember those “in this house we believe” — they seem to have vanished from yards in the ritzy areas of towns. I wonder why.
But at any rate, it’s time to make sure we tell them what WE believe and make their heads explode all over the wall.
Yes, I know, but it’s better to clean up a wall than a world.
So…. Did I say the heresy train has no brakes?
So, here, I’ll start with a few and you guys can pitch in in the comments:
There is no way to know the population worldwide, but there is no overpopulation, because we still have enough for people to eat.
When there isn’t enough for people to eat, it’s not lack of food it’s an excess of government and, oh, yeah, Marxism.
A nation that has no borders isn’t a nation. It’s a rape shack with a welcome mat.
The world is dangerous. Let’s look after our own.
Internationalism is another word for “ponzi scheme to impoverish countries that produce the most and skim a huge amount for the Marxist elite.”
Everything the left/Marxists have accused religious people of, they’ve committed, ten times worse.
People aren’t widgets, and when you try to position people for a world revolution, what you get is world chaos. And a Romanian Christmas Gift.
The history of the world is littered with Supreme leaders who had no idea what was actually happening till a bullet blew their mind.
Government like gangs should be small, controlled, local, and under the eye of the populace.
Trusting government officials to enforce fairness is like trusting the Mob to manage your bank account.
Large corporations who do the bidding of governments end up crying that “if only Stalin knew.”
There is no arrow of history. History is forever surprising, because science is never established.
Science is not determined by quorum. If 99% of scientists believe one thing, it’s perfectly possible that only 1% of them are correct.
Women should have equal rights under the law. Women who actually want to be equal to men in reality should have their heads examined, since throughout history men have died to protect women.
Diversity Equity and Inclusion was first mentioned in Shakespeare, in the famous quote “Now die, die, die.” And it is rather on the nose for what the left wants the west to do.
Equity is another word for punishing people who have done no harm for looking somewhat like people the history books say did commit harm, once, long ago.
Inclusion is another term for “We will include Marxists of many interesting shades of tan.”
Diversity is the funniest word possible for a monolithic-thought establishment.
Those are just the ideas my mind can come up with, but I’m sure you can come up with many more, and find the time and place to hit the Marxians where it hurts. (They hurt everywhere, to be fair. That’s why they’re so mad. They hate everyone, starting with themselves.)
“Educate Yourself” doesn’t mean I’ll come out of education believing as you do. Education can lead to a diversity of opinions. Indoctrination, on the other hand, always leads to one monolithic belief. And I refuse to indoctrinate myself.
Trust no one in power, because right now the world’s power structures are this:
at least if you assume that the waters are full of ecoli.
While we wait for the precipitating incident in this plot, over which we have no control, it’s time to amuse ourselves at their expense.
You never know, some of the not-fully convinced might yet become red pilled.
And they should definitely look under their seats, in case there’s a red pill there!
Now, go forth and be heretical.
(For those who didn’t ask: No, I don’t game. I just find the memes hilarious.)