>>103315If the art of cultivation in the digital realm proves inhospitable to your talents and your surroundings bristle with hostility, then discretion must be your compass. Focus instead on the quiet, tangible threads of real-world connection, woven carefully beneath the radar. As for the carnival of public discourse: Twitch, that gaudy stage of heavily Leftist regurgitations, is either a shrine to progressive orthodoxy or a pantomime of right-wing posturing, its performers mouthing leftist platitudes regardless of costume. YouTube, that honeypot, delights in vanishing dissenting voices into the ether (ghosting comments with censorship algorithm), its demonetizing scythe ever poised to strike. ADL still lurks in its shadows, enforcing censorship as it has since the days when Susan Wojicicki was still alive. Observe the spectacle of figures like Asmongold, how he preens like a peacock. "Good Lord, I abhor degeneracy!" he proclaims in his practiced roundabout way, even as he kneels before the likes of Ethan Klein and Israel. His mock feud with Hasan Piker is a tired theater, orchestrated by Night Media. Public beefs to stoke popularity is the oldest puppet show in the book.
Should you venture into broadcasting, do so behind masks, both literal and figurative. Assume pseudonyms, obscure your appearance, modulate your voice. As for decentralized platforms, they are regrettably a wasteland. Their audiences are sparse, their reach feeble. I've been there. Now, as one who has lectured extensively, allow me to impart a truth: lectures rarely sway. Minds are moved not by reason, but by shared suffering. If you seek kindred spirits, look to the practical, the tangible: food shares, tool libraries, makerspaces, disaster cooperatives. Preppers are a coin toss. Half may resonate with your views, the other half lost in "Zionist Republicans can do no wrong" delusions. They congregate in the hum of HAM radio frequencies, in emergency medical training, in the quiet defiance of off-grid power and food preservation. Or among the calloused hands of blue-collar trades: vehicle repair, welding, home restoration, the crack of gunfire at the range, the vigilant eye of home surveillance courses, the forge’s glow of blacksmithing. Even the rustic charm of leatherworking may draw the right sort, those with the stubborn pride of the Southern spirit.
Tread carefully in barter networks, but only seek trading in ammunition. Commies have a habit of lurking there. My preferred opening gambit is
Why do you suppose everything costs so much more now? The right sort (not yourself but potential) might also blurt out
Why do you allow [X group] in here? or other outsiders paranoia, anti-immigration sentiments, sneering at feminists, scoffing at queers. From there, the path to ZOG revelation is but a few nudges away. Now, a word on Feds - observe the telltale signs. A militarized bearing, a fresh haircut, working-class attire suspiciously new, an abundance of free time paired with conspicuously expensive gear. These are the marks of the undercover agent. If they salivate at the prospect of violence, if they itch to "burn some shit down," then indulge their fantasy by feeding them a fictitious "action," and watch as their trap springs upon themselves. Nervousness, too, betrays the snitch; the subconscious provides tells. Should they pry too eagerly for details? Expect an ambush. If, over time, you’ve come to trust an Asian or two (remember, they are not the enemy, though it may be premature to tell the Fed whom you're baiting that) bring only them into a fabricated call to violence. Should the raid come, you’ve unmasked the Fed, their credibility in ruins. Never record a suspected Fed in order to hold onto for evidence with a lawyer. Being caught with a wire otherwise would be dangerous. Instead, take a witness friend of yours who's in on it to testify if needed.
The game might be won not by brute force, but by patience, precision, and the occasional sacrificial pawns of those who were never on your side to begin with.