The Children are Getting Bold and Snickering at Their Parents
I try to say counter-cultural things and realize no one thinks they're counter-cultural. I swear, to get a reaction out of people, ya almost gotta go full-on Nick Fuentes.
The Establishment has become like parents who don't know their children are snickering behind their backs.
I realize this a few times every week. When talking with someone with unknown views on a subject, I take a position that, from the Establishment perspective presented by the MSM, would be like squatting down and defecating in front of him, and his response is, "Nice. I like it." Heck, he often joins and squats next to me.
Sure, I live in a bubble. My everyday acquaintances, my workplace. We all live in a bubble, constrained by space and time (for those Heideggerians among us) or, for the Wendell Berries: location.
We think we get fresh air into our bubble by tapping into the Internet. I suppose some Jews thought water was going to come out of those shower heads.
But I'll take my anecdotal bubble evidence over contrary evidence offered by the mainstream media, where we only find Mark Twain's three lies: lies, damned lies, and the false narrative fed to us by our overlords in Silicon Valley and the Algorithm.
If I live to be 300 years old, I'll never forget the Establishment told me guys with penises are chicks.
Speaking of those Jews, my grandpa--a German immigrant--was convinced the Holocaust didn't happen. His people wouldn't do such a thing, he told my dad ("Germans like Jews; they're good with money"). It was just all Establishment propaganda. I'm proud of my grandpa. His intuition was spot-on, and when his cousin came back after liberating a concentration camp and described the horrors, my grandpa admitted he had been wrong.
I'm not sure what my cousin could tell me about chicks with dicks that would make me change my mind, but I'm willing to listen as long as he doesn't show any pictures.
Back to those snickering children. The parents know we're snickering and they're fuming. Brexit and Trump 2016 made it pretty obvious. They disciplined us with "Joe Biden" and censorship, while their siblings in Britain jailed their children for snickering.
It didn't work here.
It came damn close, though. The first four years of the 2020s were a Philip K. Dick novel.
But now, you can snicker in the open. NFL players can snicker in the end zone after they score a touchdown.
You know where I find the greatest amount of snickering?
When I endorse the Medicine 2.0 movement that fuels the MAHA movement.
Every person who has tried to eliminate toxins from their diet knows that everything RFK says about our food supply is true.
Something is terribly, terribly wrong with it. And it's not just poor people using food stamps to buy Doritos (an abomination and assault on our poor . . . never tell me politicians give a shit about the poor beyond how far they can throw them for votes).
It's in the soil. Hell, for all I know, it's even in the air, the glyphosate oozing out of the ground and floating up into our nostrils where it ravages our insides like Hollywood producers on a starlet.
I ate like a pig and drank like a Charles Bukowski on my trip to central Europe earlier this month. I lost weight on the trip.
I told a retired married couple client about it. They used to be conventional farmers: tractors crushing the earth, chemicals, all the things that tormented Catherine Doherty.
I then cautiously said I think it's because there's something wrong with our food.
They nodded and snickered with me.
Jeff Louderback