RAW EGG NATIONALIST: Trust the plan—for real this time
Trust the plan. Patriots really are in control.
by: Raw Egg Nationalist 01/31/2025
I sometimes liken conservatives and right-wingers to Pavlov’s dogs: you know, the unfortunate dogs that were electrocuted to create artificial responses beyond their conscious control. Basically, the poor little fluffers ended up being conditioned to cringe and spasm and squirm even when the stimulus that caused them to cringe and spasm and squirm in the first place was removed.
Why am I saying this now? Because barely a few weeks into Trump’s second term, some on the right are already acting like Pavlov’s dogs. The stimulus—in this case, years of endless defeat—has been removed, but still the deeply conditioned response is elicited. That deeply conditioned response is to blackpill, to assume the worst is going to happen, to bitch and moan that all is lost and the revolution is betrayed and maybe it would have been better if Trump had been assassinated or Kamala had won instead.
I actually saw somebody, a “respected” Twitter poster, say it would have been better for Trump not to pardon the Jan 6ers, because having thousands of actual political prisoners is more radicalising than letting them go. Really. The thinking here—if indeed such a sentiment could be dignified with the term “thinking”—is that, by pardoning the thousands of people caught up in the Fedsurrection, Trump was actually releasing a pressure valve that would help protect and preserve the current system. Righteous anger will be quelled. 1776 will not commence again.
It’s embarrassing, kind of shameful actually, but like I say, it’s deep conditioning. The right, and not just in the US, is accustomed to loss and betrayal, perhaps to the extent that many of its more demoralised members simply can’t recognise winning even when it lands on them with the combined weight of Tom Homan and Dr Phil tackling a Guatemalan Lyft driver in a dawn immigration raid.
Yes, I just said that.
Don’t get me wrong. Generally, the mood is jubilant, I was in Washington for the Inauguration and its aftermath, and, honestly, I’ve never felt or seen anything like it. I got intimations of the coming wave of optimism and enthusiasm when I attended Hereticon, a conference for free thought, in Miami just days before the election, but nothing could have prepared for what was to come.
All of a sudden, Trump was back, swinging a military saber to YMCA and pouting like David Coverdale c.1987—and then the next day he was signing executive orders banning birthright citizenship and ICE were kicking down doors and it was on, baby!
I’ve criticised the conservative temperament before, including for Human Events. About a year ago I wrote a piece in which I discussed a new study from social and personality psychology. The study showed that conservatives are generally too kind, too charitable, to their enemies. Conservatives extend courtesy to their liberal opponents and give them the benefit of the doubt, whereas liberals do nothing of the sort in return. They just win.
This is a basic, foundational quirk of the conservative temperament, an inability to understand the so-called friend-enemy distinction: reward your friends, punish your enemies. Don’t confuse the two. It’s that simple, and yet so many conservatives just can’t resist.
Blackpilled conditioning, if you will, is something else. Thankfully, it’s not built in to all conservatives, right-wingers or even a majority of them. It’s mostly online that we see this, and we shouldn’t make the mistake of thinking the terminally online are representative of anything other than, well, the terminally online.
Much of the focus of the online blackpilling has been on the pace of the deportations. ICE are “only” deporting a thousand people a day so far. Only.
Yes, if you do the math—1,000 x (4x365)=1,460,000–at current pace the deportations will fall far short of the 20 million Trump has targeted for removal.
Tom Homan himself has said the number must rise dramatically, while also cautioning that the first raids will focus on the most dangerous known criminals. I think we can all agree that’s a good place to start.
Over the last few weeks, we’ve seen pedophiles, rapists and members of the MS-13 and Tren de Aragua gangs apprehended, including the scumbag who took over the apartment complexes in Aurora, Colorado. Hundreds of thousands of fentanyl pills have been recovered from foreign merchants of death who were allowed to roam America’s streets at will until just over a week ago.
A thousand a day is already three times the peak under Joe Biden. New infrastructure—camps for processing, especially—will be built. Many illegals will simply return home without even needing to be removed.
So stop blackpilling and recognise the evidence of your own eyes and ears. Incredible things are happening. Birthright citizenship is over. DEI is over. Millions of federal bureaucrats are being given their marching orders. Doctor Phil is deporting illegals live on TV. Tom Homan is telling the childless cat ladies of the mainstream-media longhouse he doesn’t give a rat’s ass about their moral disapproval. Alex Jones is probably going to get a White House press pass. Project 2025 is real. The mutilation of kids with gender dysphoria is at an end.
I could go on.
Yes, it’s early days and yes there’s still so much to be done. America is in a terrible state—the worst state it’s even been in—but honestly, I’ve never felt more confident in saying: Trust the plan. Patriots really are in control.
Today marks the three hundred and thirtieth birthday of the Frenchman François-Marie Arouet, better known by his nom de plume, Voltaire (1694-1778).
Born into a bourgeois family during the reign of Louis XIV, the “Sun King” (r. 1643-1715), Voltaire suffered tragedy at a young age when his mother died. Never close with his father or brother, Voltaire exhibited a rebellious attitude toward authority from his youth. His brilliant mind was fostered in the care of the Society of Jesus, who introduced him to the joys of literature and theater. Despite his later criticisms against the Church, Voltaire, throughout his life, fondly recalled his dedicated Jesuit teachers.
Although he spent time as a civil servant in the French embassy to the Hague, Voltaire’s main love was writing—an endeavor where he excelled in various genres, including poetry, which led to his appointment as the royal court poet for King Louis XV. Widely recognized as one of the greatest French writers, and even hyperbolically referred to by ...
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Good morning, digital neighbors! Blessed Labor Day to all! To all the tradesmen and tradeswomen out there—everyone who works with the artistry of manual labor and refined skill—thank you for making this nation so great through your dedication and daily commitment. My family was mainly machinists, and it seems a common trend how trade skills run in families: everyone is a carpenter, electrician, pipefitter, or some other trade among parents, children, and cousins. Some break out of the mold, but many seem to see it as simply part of who they are.
Have a great day with whatever plans you have. I host a large potluck with daily Mass-goers, staff, and anyone who is alone. About a hundred people come for gourmet hot dogs, delicious bratwursts, and whatever side dishes they want to share. It’s a fun few hours out on the lawn; there is ample shade, and if a breeze is present, 90 degrees won’t seem too hot after a week of 100. I leave you with a little prayer from Rita Snowden—I like a number ...
XIII
The Proud Minister
One day there came into the Garden a man in torn clothes badly bruised and cut, who said to the Lover, “In the name of the Beloved I demand your help.”
So the Lover and the Disciple let him in and dressed his wounds and prepared the best of the vegetables from the Garden for him to eat. When his wounds had been dressed and he had eaten and rested the Lover asked him how he had fallen into this plight, to which the man replied, “I was Minister of the Beloved in a city near this place, where I preached His gospel and expounded His doctrine to the people. I pointed out to them how their sins had made them wholly hateful to the Beloved and how therefore they were utterly beyond the range of His love and He would condemn them to eternal torments, whereon some fell into despair and wept bitterly but many were angry. One day the magistrates called me before them and begged me to leave the city and preach elsewhere for they said I had made many people so angry and desperate that they feared there might be a riot and they might not be able to protect me but that I might suffer some injury. I, however, very zealous for the Beloved and believing that the magistrates only feared that their own sins might be proclaimed, preached the more vehemently, denounced the magistrates and made it abundantly clear that the whole wicked city was foredoomed to eternal punishment by the just provision of the Beloved. Whereon a mob, stirred up no doubt by the corrupt and venal magistrates, fell upon me with sticks and stones, nearly killing me and driving me out of the city in the state in which I came to you.”
“My friend,” said the Lover, “this was not a good deed of yours, for besides denying the unfathomable compassion of the Beloved, you have by your obstinacy caused these people to commit a grievous sin, and this cannot be pleasing to the Beloved, that through you who profess to be His minister the people should become worse. Surely you remember that He Himself said, ‘If they persecute you in one city flee to another.’”
Therefore the man was very angry, and cursing the Lover, said, “I see that I have had a very false report of you and I do not believe that you are a servant of the Beloved at all. When I came to you so injured for the Beloved’s sake you set before me only herbs and fruits although the garden is full of birds which you could have killed to make me a worthy meal. I shall proclaim everywhere that you are no true servant of the Beloved but a mere falterer who dares not suffer in the cause of the Beloved. Be sure that you are foreordained to eternal torments who suffer nothing here.”
For the man was so blinded by his own pride that he could not perceive the scars on the hands and feet and the brows of the Lover nor how the cloth beneath the armpits of his tunic was dyed with a red dye. So he went out of the Garden cursing and shouting.
But the Lover looked sad and said, “A man like this does much harm to the cause of the Beloved, for by thus speaking falsely about the Beloved he may bring men to fear Him but none to love Him, and by love alone can any man approach the Beloved.”
