This will probably fall deep into TMI but screw it.
For me, it started when I was a kid in the 70s. I was 12 years old and got sent to Arkansas to spend a summer with my paternal grandfather.
Work was hard. But I enjoyed it.
And the study too.
My grandfather had been in China working for various American oil companies starting 1930 to the start of America's entry to WW2.
He had a hard hatred of the State Department.
He had been tasked with the protection of oil fields. He had an army of Russian, British and American ex-pats for leadership and escaped Kulacks, Mongols, Kasazks, and Chinese as troops. He had some horror stories of fighting the Japanese prior to the official war start.
When America entered the war and he had to evac, the only connections the US state department had was with Mao and his forces. So grandfather ended up a guest of the Chinese communists. He escaped, made his way south and ended up getting out through the Burma Road which was under construction at that time.
Evenings were about study. He would assign me various reading materials and then we'd discuss it. The study included older translations of Sun Tzu, writings of Sun Yat-sen, Mao's Little Red Book, Mien Kampf (in english, of course) and the writings of Gramsci and various other commiescum.
Know your enemy, and the soft squishies (Yet-sen) that empower them.
Nights were spent learning to play poker when he had his good ol' boy buddies over. He'd sit beside me, not playing himself, and slap me upside the head every time I stayed in the pot too long with bad cards, drew to inside straights, or didn't play the odds right.
The other nights were spent on a cot, out in the garden, with a .22 rifle, guarding the food from raccoons and other critters.
Best summer of my life.
Well, being a special smart boy, I joined the USMC after high school. Infantry.
After a couple years of infantrying, I stood before my First Shirt and gave a speech about "know your own forces for victories in half battles fought, know the enemy for victories in half battles fought, know them both for all the victories." Sun Tzu.
Got myself transferred to intel as an analyst. I suspect there's a good reason anal is the lead element of the word analyst.
I didn't know it, or appreciate it enough, but in that transfer, I was also put under the care of a very powerful "Rabbi" network. These aren't Jewish Rabbis. It's a slang term for someone in a position of power and influence within an org that is tasked with looking out for and protecting the troops in his sphere of influence. It's also a secondary education system.
It was during this time that I learned, not through reading classified intel (I was never more than a minor snuffy and had limited access) but by informal, seemingly random visits from senior enlisted and occasionally officer Marines about how the world really works.
It was during this that I learned of the reality of the war for power between the DEA and CIA and how the FBI tried and often failed to play both against each other. The human trafficking and child sex slavery associated with all the international NGOs, etc.
After I left the Corps, I dipped into the black market (drug trade) as a lowball, small time, enforcer and dept collector. It was a world I felt I needed to understand to get a grasp on what was really going on in civvielandia. More eye opening shit learned.
So, from the early 90s until Q, I was a Lone Stranger, angry at the world and the stupid people in it that couldn't see the shitshow right in front of their faces. Hated everyone and everything. Trusted nothing and no one. Any attempts at "red pilling" by me was, due to my fucktard personality, all about grabbing the dumbass by his stacking swivel and slamming him against the wall repeatedly, until he got it or at least did a good enough job of pretending to get it. Rhetorically of course, mostly.
Then came Q.
And I'm screaming.. Finally, you dumb fuckers!
And I can relax into it knowing there's way better people than me doing the red pilling and researching.
This will probably fall deep into TMI but screw it.
For me, it started when I was a kid in the 70s. I was 12 years old and got sent to Arkansas to spend a summer with my paternal grandfather.
Work was hard. But I enjoyed it.
And the study too.
My grandfather had been in China working for various American oil companies starting 1930 to the start of America's entry to WW2.
He had a hard hatred of the State Department.
He had been tasked with the protection of oil fields. He had an army of Russian, British and American ex-pats for leadership and escaped Kulacks, Mongols, Kasazks, and Chinese as troops. He had some horror stories of fighting the Japanese prior to the official war start.
When America entered the war and he had to evac, the only connections the US state department had was with Mao and his forces. So grandfather ended up a guest of the Chinese communists. He escaped, made his way south and ended up getting out through the Burma Road which was under construction at that time.
Evenings were about study. He would assign me various reading materials and then we'd discuss it. The study included older translations of Sun Tzu, writings of Sun Yat-sen, Mao's Little Red Book, Mien Kampf (in english, of course) and the writings of Gramsci and various other commiescum.
Know your enemy, and the soft squishies (Yet-sen) that empower them.
Nights were spent learning to play poker when he had his good ol' boy buddies over. He'd sit beside me, not playing himself, and slap me upside the head every time I stayed in the pot too long with bad cards, drew to inside straights, or didn't play the odds right.
The other nights were spent on a cot, out in the garden, with a .22 rifle, guarding the food from raccoons and other critters.
Best summer of my life.
Well, being a special smart boy, I joined the USMC after high school. Infantry.
After a couple years of infantrying, I stood before my First Shirt and gave a speech about "know your own forces for victories in half battles fought, know the enemy for victories in half battles fought, know them both for all the victories." Sun Tzu.
Got myself transferred to intel as an analyst. I suspect there's a good reason anal is the lead element of the word analyst.
I didn't know it, or appreciate it enough, but in that transfer, I was also put under the care of a very powerful "Rabbi" network. These aren't Jewish Rabbis. It's a slang term for someone in a position of power and influence within an org that is tasked with looking out for and protecting the troops in his sphere of influence. It's also a secondary education system.
It was during this time that I learned, not through reading classified intel (I was never more than a minor snuffy and had limited access) but by informal, seemingly random visits from senior enlisted and occasionally officer Marines about how the world really works.
It was during this that I learned of the reality of the war for power between the DEA and CIA and how the FBI tried and often failed to play both against each other. The human trafficking and child sex slavery associated with all the international NGOs, etc.
After I left the Corps, I dipped into the black market (drug trade) as a lowball, small time, enforcer and dept collector. It was a world I felt I needed to understand to get a grasp on what was really going on in civvielandia. More eye opening shit learned.
So, from the early 90s until Q, I was a Lone Stranger, angry at the world and the stupid people in it that couldn't see the shitshow right in front of their faces. Hated everyone and everything. Trusted nothing and no one. Any attempts at "red pilling" by me was, due to my fucktard personality, all about grabbing the dumbass by his stacking swivel and slamming him against the wall repeatedly, until he got it or at least did a good enough job of pretending to get it. Rhetorically of course, mostly.
Then came Q.
And I'm screaming.. Finally, you dumb fuckers!
And I can relax into it knowing there's way better people than me doing the red pilling and researching.
Since Q, I've been down right comfy.
u/#pepecozy
o7. Ty, sir
Great story, Fikkan. You ought to write a book someday 👍💯