In the 1970s, there was a performance artist named Chris Burden, an insane man who sought to push the limits of what could be called art. For instance, he shot a pistol at a Boeing 747, had a friend shoot him in the arm, and even had himself crucified to the hood of a Volkswagen beetle.
His rationale for this "art" was to expose his audience to the reality of pain in a time when they were desensitized by rising crime rates and the Vietnam War, which was broadcast on television at the time. It worked, and brought him a great deal of success- people tuned in to be fascinated by how far he could push his self-torture, until he retired and spent the latter parts of his life creating sculptures and more traditional pieces.
In a way, his strategy was exactly the same as the Republican Party- when they're in office, they don't do anything so that they can scare you even more with where the country's going. "We couldn't stop gay marriage, so now you have to vote for us again, or it's gonna be trans children!" We call them and the Democrats the Uniparty because they're both selling the same movie, with different marketing strategies. For the Democrats it's a drama, while for the Republicans it's a horror movie.
For all his flaws, Trump changed this dynamic. He wasn't the next Vladimir Putin, much less the Hitler the MSM made him out to be, and in the end he completely failed his supporters. But, however briefly, he gave the Right a taste of victory. I'll never forget how good it felt to browse thread after thread of pro-Trump rhetoric on r/The_Donald after wading through the cesspool that is the rest of Reddit. It was a nonstop celebration, asking everyone present, "tired of winning yet?" And we never were. We celebrated Trump's victory, we celebrated Kavanaugh's confirmation, and we celebrated every single new mile of wall.
Now that sub is dead, and the next best site for the Right, /pol/, is full of blackpills.
And now that Trump is gone, the GOP wants to go back to the same game of scaring people into voting for them, while never delivering on their promises. But the Georgia runoffs proved that this strategy is dead. The people understand now, that they don't have to settle for less. We all saw the massive numbers in DC for the Stop the Steal rallies. Nick Fuentes, Joe Kent, and now Mark McCloskey are gaining prominence to challenge the prevailing order of neoconservatism. For the first time, we have people believing in their actions.
Our spaces are not for posting black pills, only red pills and white pills. Black pills are for our enemies alone. Mock them and laugh at them. Demoralize them. There is not a single redpilled person who doesn't know how bad things are, and right now we must focus on lifting their spirits, not crushing them. As bad as things get, you must never end a sentence without "nevertheless, we'll fight to the last breath."
When you redpill a normie, treat it as a celebration. As good as it feels to get someone new on our side, imagine how much better it feels for them to know that they're not alone in the world? Fear and anger are the domains of the left. Our energy is tempered in enthusiasm, joy, and humor. Why else do you think the Left can't meme? It's because they're afraid of us, and their goal is not to laugh, but to breathe easier.
This is why we celebrate White Boy Summer. People refusing to be ashamed, standing up, and just having fun is exactly what we want. In our current state, we want to foster an attitude of rebellion. I just wish I could be in America while it's happening. Just be careful not to encourage race mixing or premarital sex.
The Black Pill Business is over. As C.S Lewis wrote in The Silver Chair:
“One word, Ma’am,” [Puddleglum] said, coming back from the fire; limping, because of the pain. “One word. All you’ve been saying is quite right, I shouldn’t wonder. I’m a chap who always liked to know the worst and then put the best face I can on it. So I won’t deny any of what you said. But there’s one more thing to be said, even so. Suppose we have only dreamed, or made up, all those things-trees and grass and sun and moon and stars and Aslan himself. Suppose we have. Then all I can say is that, in that case, the made-up things seem a good deal more important than the real ones. Suppose this black pit of a kingdom of yours is the only world. Well, it strikes me as a pretty poor one. And that’s a funny thing, when you come to think of it. We’re just babies making up a game, if you’re right. But four babies playing a game can make a play-world which licks your real world hollow. That’s why I’m going to stand by the play world. I’m on Aslan’s side even if there isn’t any Aslan to lead it. I’m going to live as like a Narnian as I can even if there isn’t any Narnia. So, thanking you kindly for our supper, if these two gentlemen and the young lady are ready, we’re leaving your court at once and setting out in the dark to spend our lives looking for Overland. Not that our lives will be very long, I should think; but that’s a small loss if the world’s as dull a place as you say.”
