They learned long ago not to expect me to take a side in their petty squabbles, but that hasn’t stopped them from trying, time and again. No matter how many times I insist I’m neither a Democrat nor a Republican, they keep lobbing party-line talking points at me like I’m some kind of swing vote.
Poster children for democracy, they are uninformed, emotional, and utterly hypocritical. He is young and dumb—the kind of overconfident dimwit you’d hate to have arguing on your side. She is a glib, elitist snob, without a trace of virtue or self-awareness. Like all ideologues, they both parrot some of the most cringeworthy things I've ever heard.
Examples?
He made a complete 180 on the Epstein client list—now swallowing the DOJ’s dubious claim that its investigation turned up nothing.
He also believes the wild conspiracy theory that Michelle Obama is a man.
Equally deluded, she staunchly maintains—with smug certainty—that the former First Lady is, in fact, a woman.
She also openly supports the accused CEO-killer Luigi Mangione—not because she thinks he's innocent, but because he did it! (So much for due process when it's her cause.)
They are so politically stunted, so narrow-minded and ensconced in their liberal-bourgeois Weltanschauung, that they think I’m joking when I tell them that I’m a Monarchist. The idea that someone could exist outside their corrupt two-party system—let alone a counter-revolutionary, arch-reactionary traditionalist—simply does not compute.
Once, I foolishly tried to explain that I am an Anarch—as Ernst Jünger envisioned it (a sovereign individual who remains inwardly free and aloof from the state). They, of course, thought I meant anarchist, which, as we all should know, is the very antithesis—the antipode—of the Anarch. More on that at a later date.
Needless to say, I wasn’t the least bit surprised when, upon realizing I wouldn’t take either side, they called me a “socialist” and a “fascist,” respectively. Slander is their shared tongue. For all their bickering, moral panic, and historical illiteracy, they are two sides of the same coin—and speak the same language.
So I nod, smile, and get on with my day. Let them fight over the helm of a sinking ship. For my part, I will focus on self-mastery, inner detachment, and remain beholden to the throne of Heaven—that is, the transcendent authority of Christ the King—which, of course, makes me the most dangerous of all.
~ By Giovanni di Napoli, August 8th, Feast of the Fourteen Holy Helpers
