I took a peak over at /r/TheRedPill, and saw /u/Whisper's post.

He went on to explain the simple truth:

they want you in a fight you can't win, against a foe you can't defeat, for a prize you don't want, in a future you will never live to see.

I ask all of those among us, who here really wants a return of the "good old days" of traditional conservatism?

It's because of the system that we've all been discarded.

We were discarded because we refused to bend the knee.

We wanted more from our lives than death through servitude to the machine that is the BluePill Industrial Complex.

These same men who rally the cry for a return to TradCon-ism...

...Ben Shapiro...

...Stefan Molyneux...

...Jordan Peterson...

...are the same men who cannot survive in the coming New World Order.

Of course they will rail against the reality.

It will be the death of their world as they know it.

All living things in this world have one singular prime directive.

Survive.

This is what it means to kill the beta.

Because he wants to live, too.

That means your quest for freedom must die, for the beta within us to live.

And the beta within would gladly throw you under the bus.

Through indoctrination at an early age, we're implanted with the parasite of subservience to the machine.

Our happiness is not necessary.

Only our compliance.

I've been cheated on.

I've been dragged through the courts.

I've lost everything.

I've watched friends work themselves to death, chasing the BluePill dream like a carrot on a stick.

I've watched loved ones wither and die on the vine, to simply give us a chance at freedom.

All these sacrifices made on our behalf.

I ask you.

Would you throw their sacrifices away?

To return to the same world that took them away from us?

You are either free.

Or you're a slave.

Before a new forest can grow-

-the old, rotted forest must burn.

I don't know about all of you.

But I'm through being a cog in the machine.

The same machine that robbed me of my hopes and dreams.

The same machine that destroyed my family.

The same machine that killed my friends.

The same machine that branded me as some kind of animal that needed to be tamed.

Enjoy the decline, my friends.

It's time for the bluepill machine to answer for its crimes.

When you leave this world, be sure you die standing on your own two feet with your head held high.

Not on your knees, a life lived in servitude.

Kill the beta within yourself.

Spread your wings.

Be free.