“If a person is not a liberal by 25 he has no heart, if he is not a conservative by 35 he has no brain.”
As members of a young ideological movement Red Pill social insurgents aren’t born into their way of thinking, most of the folks who come to Red Pill truths about the world do so through a process of unplugging from their Blue Pill mindsets.
Talon here is no different- I was your typical hapless asian Beta Blue Pill trying to get through a liberal humanities course in university drinking deep from the fount of liberal progressive ideology. I was young and in my twenties, fully invested in the idea that us progressive liberal millennials were the bleeding edge of soceity set to usher in a new age of humanity free from the ignorance of our knuckle-dragging racist and sexist elders.
This is not too surprising when you realise that the younger brain fresh out of teenage development tends to be predisposed towards seek out novelty. That coupled with a lack of experience with the real world thanks to our sheltered upbringing has led to a generation that naturally gravitates towards liberalism, with all it’s novelty seeking revolutionary radical causes promising big changes in the world.
It isn’t until these folks age and start accruing hard-bitten real-world experience they start viewing things differently and realising gaps in the model of the liberal solution to everything- Complete equality is impossible nor is it desirable to achieve at all costs. The genders are different and ignoring these differences for feminist-approved ideology often leads to disaster. Diversity only works if the groups you are trying to diversify with actually have something of value to offer.
These shifts in perception come from the relentless beat of harsh reality wearing down the idealistic liberal paradigms that we had naively adopted during our younger years. We start to see the world for what it really is and plan accordingly.
For Talon, the triggering event for unplugging came abruptly through the unceremonious end of a relationship in which I had invested all my Beta energies and paradigms into. This is by no means an unusual occurrence- the end of a relationship is where many Blue Pill men find to be the start point of their unplugging journey.
I didn’t go all Red Pill immediately, rather it was a slow realisation that all the Blue Pill paradigms and narratives that I had been sold since young was inadequate to explain and address the challenges of life. I started to ask questions that were considered heretical to Blue Pill belief, I started to read around and follow the trajectory of men who had walked my path before.
Little by little I became Red Pill. I realised that our elders were right on many things about human nature that we had dismissed as old bigotries.While it was probably my scientific mindset that made me gravitate towards a structured and codified model of the world as explained by Red Pill thinking, many of my peers around my age had found their way to similar conclusions without ever hearing of the term “Red Pill”.
As we grew older, we shifted right in response to the realities we saw around us.
But not everyone did, a good deal of my Blue Pill uni friends are still Blue Pill, some even having doubled down on it in response to failures in their personal lives. It is a sad sight to watch, but years of trying to unplug them have made me realise that turning Red Pill is a personal choice and one that requires a brutal, honest reflection on oneself.
I also noticed a gender gap in this shift from left to right- while I could see a number of my male schoolmates from uni shifting to Red Pill truths as they matured, this same trend was not really observed for the females who more or less showed relatively little shift in their view of the world, remaining steadfastly progressive.
And this is where things get interesting.
I’ve noticed that my liberal schoolmates don’t age well.
The characteristics we associate with progressive thinking have a natural affinity for the young as it appeals to the energetic, novelty seeking nature that comes with youthful energy. But there is a time and place for everything and the experimentations of novelty seeking necessarily need to be tempered with the real life experiences in order to become mature, well adjusted individuals that can build and defend civillisation.
But we never really saw this with my liberal schoolmates. Sure they found bigger and more complicated words to describe the injustices in world via. their progressive paradigm but as functional adults doing functional things they are incomplete.
Basically they are stuck in perpetual young adulthood. Immature. Incomplete. Stuck in the lala land of regressive progressive ideology. And as much as I despise regressives and all their backwardness it is hard to watch people that you used to go to school with get stuck in life with no fucking clue about what to do.
It’s especially tragic to watch for the females, stuck in an ever repeating loop of trying to achieve the false dreams that feminism had promised them, with each new failure in achieving a life milestone while watching their twenties dwindle away leading them to blame the world for their lack of progress.
Meanwhile the more sensible of the lot had already settled down happily and quietly started families, moving on to the next phase of life as nature intended. They don’t make a big fuss about what they are doing, they have taken on adult responsibilities and started giving back to civillisation, finding happiness and contentment in that.
In contrast, the “empowered” feministas flail around, exploding their social media feeds about fears of aging, why they can’t find a right man (because men are sexists for not wanting to date a drama-filled aging woman with little to offer that a man would like), why being aging and single is awesome, the next bullshit tattoo they are getting, the next social justice cause they are jumping onto, and how many cats they intend to get.
For all the posturing, they strike me as perpetually immature, constantly unhappy people.
They know that somehow the whole progressive gig does not have a very good retirement package, but are so invested in it that they have no choice but to double down convincing themselves that they have it better than the rest who sold out to common sense.
It is sad, it like watching milk spoil. All that youthful vitality fading to bitterness and desperation never achieving its potential.
The aging progressive is inherently unhappy, because utopia never came and they blame the world for it. They are stuck in the idealistic novelty seeking of their twenties and don’t realise that there is a time and place for everything and they’ve held their hand for too long.
The progressive does not age well.
As masculine Red Pill men our job is to save our kin from ending up with such a fate. Know that unchecked progressivism is a life dead-end. People who stay too long in the idealistic paradigms of youthful liberalism and refuse to grow out of it will eventually find that there is no pot at the end of their liberal fantasy, but rather nature demanding that they foot the bill for all that wasted time. Always take the opportunity to remind people of this reality.