Three weeks into the Trumpening, the world of small business continues to evolve. Fighting off a bout of sick, I spent some time this past week making some calls to people who Once Made America Great. These calls aren’t quite to the level of “getting the band back together”, but certainly heading in that direction. These guys, mostly engineers and salesmen, were victims of the unheralded Great Social Justice Purge which started in about 2006 and culminated around 2010-2011. Picked off one-by-one with a variety of made-up justifications, some economic, some personnel-related, these men have been hiding out in whatever shelters they could find. If they were employed at all, it was often well below their experience. Some of our brethren committed suicide, inconsolable over having let their families down, not understanding that their families were deliberately attacked, and their futures pillaged. Some died from stress-related illnesses or had their health ruined by the same.
The survivors, now tougher and more determined, are emerging out of their caves and looking around at the new world in front of them. Never again will these men accept self-blame. Never again will they be made to feel guilty for their greatness. For the rest of their lives, and those of their families who have learned the lessons alongside them, they will see the world through thoroughly red-pilled eyes. They take the challenge to Make America Great Again to heart, and they have the skills, and now wisdom, to do exactly that.
The Creatures who tried, unsuccessfully, to destroy them, have made a terrible mistake.
On a personal note, today is the 33rd anniversary (conspiracy alert!) of my first date with The Audrey. My seduction of her was thus, as I cornered her at her locker the previous Tuesday between classes, having delighted in psychologically torturing her for years in admiration of her abilities, and noticing her blossoming indicators of interest:
Paleoshitlord: “You know I hate your guts.”
The Audrey: “Yes.”
Paleoshitlord: “Let’s go out Friday. I’ll pick you up at six.”
The Audrey: “OK.”
Boom. Mike drop.
Later, this particular shitlord tried, really really hard, to swallow PC in the 1990s and 2000s, and to be a Good Guy, as defined by HR policies everywhere, when running my own business. In the end, it didn’t matter one bit; I was stolen from like all the rest of us in 2008, and our opportunities sacrificed one-by-one to the gods of globalism during those years.
Now we know where that path leads, and how close our civilization came to being extinguished.