My wife headed out of town so I was on kid duty.
Had to take my youngest to her gymnastics class.
Was standing there watching her like the proud papa I am when another one of the dads noticed my shirt and started up a conversation with me.
Turns out he’s a California refugee who managed to escape.
For 45 minutes he told me about his awakening experience… without any prompting.
I’ve been at this for well over a decade now, folks, and this NEVER happens. NEVER.
People now want the red pills, and we’re here to distribute them. Congratulations, y’all, on making it this far. There are effectual battles to be won, for sure, but we are winning the war!
That is a great feeling! Curious... What is on your shirt that was so alluring?
Nothing, actually. It’s an old shirt I picked up at Goodwill that says “West Coast” on it. Since he just moved here from CA I think he thought I might be in the same boat as him.
Which, it turns out, I am.
But I didn’t instigate anything, subtly prod to see where he was coming from, suggest any topic that could lead to redpilling… it was like he NEEDED to talk about this stuff. And once he sensed I was sympathetic, it was off to the races. Great guy, great experience.
Ah, I see. Here in east Tennessee we are getting refugees from Chicago; mostly conservatives who no long felt at home in that place.
interesting, and makes me realize I never meet anyone who moves here from big cities. we're surrounded by cattle & corn, they'd probably find it 'boring' here.
I think I want that boring place. We’re don’t live in the city... but want more quiet and less people. Where are you? I’ll add it to my candidate list