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Comment Of The Week: The Red Pill Versus Blue Pill Election

Reader quixotic unleashes an epic call-to-memes (soon to be a call-to-arms if the Confederacy of Degenerates doesn’t relent) and earns the COTW trophy.

It’s amazing to see the switch. I remember when liberals were calling conservatives chicken little because they made it seem like the possible election of Obama would be the end of the world. I am seeing polls now that libs think Trump is gonna launch nukes/jail or kill the vibrant Googles/piss in the punch bowl. The level of pearl clutching is beyond anything I have ever seen.

Here’s what I don’t get: In my opinion, every sane adult sub-consciously knows that moderation is the key to nature and life. Balance. It has many names, Buddha called it the middle path and Emerson called it the law of compensation. There cannot be good without evil and vice versa. Nature is a pendulum that swings back and forth between the poles. If you eat too much you get fat, if you don’t eat enough you starve. The left needs the right and the right needs the left. Therefore Clinton to Bush to Obama to Trump makes sense. That is the contrapuntal balance of nature in action. During this election, we are seeing people on the left fight nature like never before to deny nature. Men chop of their dicks and call themselves women. Fat people call themselves strong and attractive. (Some) White people trip over themselves to signal their goodwyte credentials by pissing on their own and giving a helping hand to ingrates who will never appreciate it.

This election represents a secret war. The Red pilled versus the blue pilled.
I feel bad for them sometimes. The same guy patting himself on the back for “respecting other cultures” and being inclusive will be crying himself to sleep in 5 years when his wife is out late again getting turnt up and posting pics of her dancing with someone vibrant. This is not fear-mongering. This is reality. Why people shoot their own self-interests in the foot to appear virtuous is beyond me. I understand that humility and giving are noble virtues. But blue pilled people don’t have any virtues, they just want to *signal* virtues. They want someone on facebook to like their post…and that’s about it.

But redpilled thinking cannot be broken. If the fucking internet went out tonight and never returned, I know the men on this site would continue on living by the same principles. They would recognize each other on the street without a word ever spoken. They would be the guy across the bar who sees what you see and knows what will happen next before a fight breaks out. And that TERRIFIES the left. Because in the end, these are just words. But they represent something greater than words. That something is in our genes, our very existence. We are programmed by nature/God to seek truth and beauty and abhor ugliness. You cannot TRICK me into agreeing that something ugly is beautiful. That something corrupt is innocent. Because that feeling in my gut will always be there to guide me.

This is the reason meme magic is real; because it cannot be faked. This is why shillary has an army of paid Correct the Record shills and she still is worried enough to post that rant about “why aren’t I winning by 50 points?!” This is why we willingly spend time for free to try and help Trump. Because Trump is just a symbol; he represents hope to us. The hope that we can imagine and create a world of beauty and truth in our minds and make it real in meat world. Trump doesn’t need shills because he has fans who believe in HOPE. Hillary has fans who hate trump. Hillary has fans who know she is corrupt, crooked, rigged the primaries, did all kind of shady shit with classified emails, has a secret illness and they STILL will vote for her out of spite for trump…not out of love for her.

We at the Chateau can see America in poolside time; most Americans are just rearranging deck chairs on the titanic.

Blue pill = huddled in the corner crying like a banshee
Red pill = laughing about it, having a last drink/screw, playing on with the band, trying to keep the ship from sinking.

Expanding that Heartistian poolside spirit to fighting the existential war to make America great again is just the sort of co-opted psy ops that befuddles the sophistic, degenerate, schoolmarmish Left.

We ride to glory, with a smirk and a manspread.