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Everywhere I go I see sane, kind, sensible people full of energy, making extraordinary efforts to live normal, decent lives while a cackling band of wizened elites tries to scoop their brains out with a melon baller
When you consider the amount of acid that has been applied to the skull of the average American with the studious intent of corroding his mind and soul, it is an absolutely remarkable, even heroic achievement that most of them have stayed as decent as they have.
It’s all just spirited young people charging forth into the sunlight while a coven of boomer gremlins hobbles after them cackling “wait! Stay indoors! Smoke weed! Have casual sex!”
Look, don’t mistake me, there are going to be elites. It’s always gonna happen in a free society: people are gonna rise to the top. And hell, full disclosure, I’m trynna be one. But I’m trying, at least, to be one who uses his gifts in service of normal, good, real folks.
The alternative is to “serve” a populace that doesn’t exist except in your own deranged imagination and whom you must therefore browbeat into being by furiously malforming the raw psychic material of the people who do already exist. Which, in a nutshell, was the 60s and beyond.
I am also, though unrelatedly, trying to avoid dropping these 100-lb dumbbells onto my face while I squeeze out a final set with them on the decline press.
