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November 03, 2025

Good morning, digital neighbors! Happy Monday, ADD Irregulars, Coffee Talkers, Curmudgeons, and WSN Curators! Hello again, Friends & Refugees, Early Birds & Later Dayers, Conversants, Seekers, and Lurkers at the Report—and finally, all of the Politically Homeless, Misfits, Dawn Patrollers, & Phamily at Phetasy. Happy Monday to all. This is a TL;DR type of post, and it is not a sugar-coated one.

After a week of some posts about friendship, how about some thoughts on community?

While we are all parts of various communities, they tend to be a catch-22: We come into contact with more neighbors, and it comes with tremendous benefits and, at times, terrible consequences. So much of what is normal in our lives is because we are members of communities that have built all the amenities that we take for granted until they are suddenly no longer present. All the great works of art, technology, leisure, and what we once called culture are because of community. All of this has happened because more of us have learned how to cooperate, how to work for a common and perceived good. There was a sense that the self was not the most important thing in the world. The self is important, but the self is part of something greater—how much greater is up for debate.

It is impossible to have community with others who believe what is opposed or contrary to what you perceive as good or worthy of pursuit. The West is at a crossroads on a suspension bridge that is frayed between the tension of what we once called traditional life of the last few hundred years and the spirit of division and resentment that is at the heart of the Left’s war on tradition. The cultural Hegelians can only see the world in terms of oppressors and victims; they have never wanted equality, equity, or any semblance of a fair playing field. They want the people they have resented for the past century to suffer, to feel fear, to be oppressed as fitting penance for the past.

The Left has exploited common understanding of the imperfections of the past and, under the guise of greater liberty, “fairness,” and ending oppression, duped many in the Middle and even on the Right into cooperation. We would be wise to pay attention to what the Left hates: God, family, fatherhood, motherhood, children, liberty, freedom of thought, individualism, personal prosperity (which they will tell you you possess because of systems of exploitation or your personal exploitation). The list goes on, but that is why I despise the Cabal. The Cabal is opposed to all the above and more. The Cabal wants you to be a submissive serf who does their job, admires their betters, and is content with whatever comforts they choose to afford you. You merit nothing; the Cabal will choose what is fitting for you. Be prepared to be disposed of—disposing of people is what the Left does best. They celebrate death. Sorry it is so dark, but you can’t always package the truth in a pleasing package.

The Cabal consists of the Enemedia (you don’t hate them enough), Academia (where learning goes to die and cultic thinking thrives), Wokertainment (more cultural preaching than you get on a Sunday morning), Political Careerists (who truly think they are the best of us and the most entitled), Big Pharma (just here for the money, folks—take your medicine and shut up), and Big Tech (championing mind rot and soul poisoning since 2004)—and smaller agents of cultural decline. There are some exceptions in Big Tech like X, Rumble, and the like, but they are few. Anything that comes from the Cabal I inherently view with suspicion. They don’t want to help me, especially as a male of European heritage. I know they blame me. I know they hate me and view me with either resentment or contempt. They have made that clear for the past 50 years; they finally got free of their academic confinement in the last 25 or 30 years. That is a mistake we will rue for a long while. Academia has poisoned every receptive mind that foolishly entertained or embraced its ideas without question or criticism.

Well, if you read any or all of that, thank you. It went on much longer than anticipated when I first sat down to type. Something more lighthearted tomorrow. Community is a great thing, but it is not a free ride. Preserving and reforming communities is essential to their well-being, but the bigger they are, the more likely corruption can spread unchecked and unopposed.

 

I have three chairs in my house; one for solitude, two for friendship and three for society. - Henry David Thoreau

Any society that takes away from those most capable and gives to the least will perish. - Abraham Lincoln

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