I have often been frustrated by the prevalence of counter-signaling and “punching right” being perpetrated by so-called conservatives. The normies, those Boomers and Evangelicals who make up a sizable portion of Trump’s base, adamantly assault anyone who happens to espouse what they would deem “fringe” beliefs.

Admittedly, there was a time not long ago when I would allow this to anger me, and that anger fueled many heated debates with those who attacked me because my ideas shattered their fragile ego. I could not get them to overcome their fear and disbelief. However, I realized that this was an exercise in both futility and ignorance, and I reminded myself that I too was once a normie, inhabiting the Matrix, my eyes wide shut to the reality of our world.

”The Matrix is a system, Neo. That system is our enemy. But when you’re inside, you look around, what do you see? Businessmen, teachers, lawyers, carpenters. The very minds of the people we are trying to save. But until we do, these people are still a part of that system and that makes them our enemy. You have to understand, most of these people are not ready to be unplugged. And many of them are so inured, so hopelessly dependent on the system, that they will fight to protect it.”

Welcome to the desert of the real

Such it is that I came to see the QAnon phenomena as more than just a political creepypasta, but a clever ploy to encourage normies to conduct independent research. And the gatekeepers I once chastised, such as Jordan Peterson, Milo, Stefan Molyneux, I came to appreciate for the purpose they serve: to implant the seed of doubt within the minds of men and women. This doubt causes them to begin to see the world for what it really is, the world that has been pulled over their eyes to blind them from the truth, and that epiphany is the catalyst which drives them increasingly further right.

Unfortunately, no one can be told what the Matrix is. You have to see it for yourself.

For what is a movement, if not a progression of ideas? This progression is achieved through ideological trial, with ideas being debated and critiqued until all that is left is pure, unadulterated truth in its rawest form. The red pill is merely a totem, a representation of the conscious choice of accepting the truth. You cannot force someone to make this choice, for it is theirs and theirs alone to make. I can only show you the door. You’re the one that has to walk through it.


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