Mine was about as organic as can possibly be.

I BEGAN to wake up as a child, lol. (Kind of kidding, but kind of not.) I was a kid with a 140 IQ being taught in a rural public ed. system in a southern US county. So I acted out from day one. They couldn't keep me interested in anything. But in elementary school, at least, they advanced me through very rapidly because they understood fundamentally that the reason I was unruly is because they couldn't teach me anything I didn't already know.

Then the 90's rolled around, and the American approach to education rapidly changed. That's when the "teach to the lowest common denominator" approach hit hyperdrive, and so by the time I hit Junior High school I was completely forgotten about. I was not the kind of kid the new Ed. system was meant to help. So from that point on I became a pure malcontent. Disruptive, rebellious, and jaded.

Long story short, by the time high school rolled around and I got my license, I began skipping school. Skipped something like 50 days my junior year and 60 my senior year. Nearly aced the ACT while graduating with a sub-2.0.

Needless to say, I didn't garner any interest from colleges, (which was a blessing in disguise; cough no student loans cough). So after kicking around and working odd jobs for a couple years, I decided to join the military in winter of 2000.

That's when my awakening officially began, though it came slowly at first. I was still in tech school when 9/11 occurred. Got locked down in the chow hall all day when they shut our base down, and all we could do was watch the events unfold on the TV screen in there.

Fast forward to the leadup to the 2004 election, and I began seeing just how out of touch the media's portrayal of soldiers' opinions was, especially in regards to Kerry. None of us trusted that mother fucker, and yet all the media could do was fawn over him as some kind of hero. He genuinely gave me the heebie-jeebies so bad that I thought he might be the anti-Christ (even though I had lost my faith and considered myself an atheist at the time).

But when he didn't win in 2004, I felt a little bit better and that is about the time personal shit began soaking up all my attention. Had a kid, went through a divorce, got out of the military at the end of my enlistment so I could have custody, and was trying to get my feet under me just as the Great Recession kicked off. With the situation being what it was, I didn't really have attention to spare in the 2008 election, and so I didn't vote at all. Neither for or against Obama.

Fast forward to 2010, and the slow recovery was in full swing. I had a buddy at work who I would talk to about politics and how disillusioned I was by all mainstream media, and he got me into the more conservative blogosphere, where I was introduced to Ron Paul and instantly felt like I had finally found the guy who most represented my way of thinking about governance.

I fell hard into the Ron Paul Revolution, and was utterly gutted when I watched the shenanigans unfold in the 2012 primaries, and even more gutted when Obama won the election when I legitimately didn't know a single person (who wasn't a black person voting for him specifically because he was black) who liked him. I felt like I was taking crazy pills.

Over the next few years I fell hard down the libertarian rabbit hole. All I could do was talk politics and economics. I was a prolific "Debate Me, Bro" on facebook and Twitter and a few other message boards, until eventually it began taking a toll on my marriage. And then after the 2014 mid-terms I checked out completely in order to pay attention to my personal life.

The libertarian moment seemed to be over before it really began, and I felt utterly certain that the apparatus was going to install Hillary in 2016. I was totally black-pilled. I paid no attention whatsoever to the 2016 election. No one I was interested in was running, and I (like most people I knew) took the Trump run as a joke, meant to help solidify the Hillary campaign and give her a paper tiger to face in the general.

When he won, I laughed. But I didn't really take it seriously or think it meant anything was going to significantly change. But then the pushback started, and holy hell did that wake me up and fast.

I was active on a sports message board at the time, and we had an open thread where a lot of us regulars would talk about all kinds of shit day to day. Politics was one of those ongoing discussions, and most of the guys had been hanging around the blog for up to a decade, so we all knew each other pretty well (as well as you can know people "online"). Anyway, the "liberals" on the board began losing their fucking minds over Trump, and since I already took their opinions with a grain of salt, I was predisposed to "fact-check" everything they asserted. As I did, I began passively researching Trump, and then responding to them with clarifying context because they, without fail, ALWAYS misrepresented the facts.

And they were so fucking angry about it. That is what really caught me off guard; how the tone changed. These mild-mannered, polite-if-condescending country club conservatives and liberals just vociferously DESPISED Trump, even though they were completely wrong about everything they thought about him.

At the time, I hadn't really formed an opinion of the man, and so I began with a similar disclaimer before every post in which I was about to come to his defense:

"STOP MAKING ME DEFEND TRUMP!"

This escalated further and further, until eventually the board was taken over by insane leftists and the few remaining TDS liberals who could bear to listen to the Antifa fags "bashing the fash".

Anyway, fast forward to the Covid lockdowns. I was sent to work from home right at the beginning of the "pandemic", and decided that I should try to figure out wtf was going on. So I began reading everything I could get my hands on. I listened to Tim Pool, Steven Crowder, and a bunch of culture-war guys that I had latched onto back during Gamergate (which I didn't include here, but was another point in my awakening). I also watched the Covid task force briefings every single day, in their entirety. And that is when I truly figured out just how deep this whole thing went. Because I would listen to those briefings and then watch as every single fucking media account of them just blatantly lied about everything that was being said in them.

I began watching Bannon's War Room, Salty Cracker, and from there I found TDW (I had never become a redditor, as I dislike social media and facebook and Twitter took up all of my available bandwidth for that kind of thing).

I saw the pattern forming underneath the narrative. I kept feeling like there was more to the story. Something I was missing...

And then, on Jan 21st, when it seemed TDW had been completely taken over by shills and doomers while I could tell that Trump didn't seem like he felt like the fight was over, a GA commenter dropped into one of the threads on TDW to say "Holy shit this place has been black-pilled beyond recognition. If anyone is looking for a place for more level-headed conversation about this, you should come over to GreatAwakening.win."

And I did. As a TDW refugee...

And now I'm a full blown Q-tard who also rediscovered his faith in Christ. Thanks, jerks. (Just kidding; I love you guys.)

Point of the story is, outreach works. I got here because of a single comment that found me at just the right time, and I couldn't be happier to have found you guys.

WWG1WGA

NCSWIC

God wins.