The medium is the message, and the world is becoming a television show. When television became the dominant cultural medium, western civilization became like a radio broadcast, the primary medium it succeeded. Don’t make the mistake of thinking there is anything new under the Sun. The shift is no different than when radio took over print, or when print took over the painted image as the main vessel of expression for the collective psyche. Now that the internet has been digested by society at large, this new medium has devoured the old, casting TV in a new light, showing it for what it was all along; now reality is like the dance of that old cathode ray, just as when the written word was broadcast across the electromagnetic spectrum to a mass audience and the life of culture and those within it became like a play, like a book. If you don’t understand the premise, or if you just don’t like it, take it up with Mcluhan, but humor me for a few more minutes before you change the channel, because I’m about to let you in on a little secret.

Cast aside your political affiliations for a second, and use that time to really appreciate the oddity of modernity. A reality television star sits in the highest office in the land, at the helm of the free world. Hilary Clinton has gone from the defacto heir of Barak Hussein to a washed up book salesman on the Saturday morning circuit. The entire country knows, as absolute gospel truth, that there has been collusion with Russian at the highest levels of government, but no one can seem to agree as to who exactly was guilty of working with good, old Vlad. Was it Hilary who hawked our uranium, or did team Trump conspire to sabotage the would be Madame President and secure his own place in the oval office? The fuse of a third, great world war has been lit, from two fucking ends, in both the middle and far East! And unlike the promise of the First World War, this could very well be remembered as the War to end all wars, if there were but anyone left to remember at all. Fanning the flames of that fuse are the recent tectonic shifts in the House of Saud. Then we have a vast technocratic gestalt of smart phones, ISPs, search engines and the like; a panopticon, an all seeing eye hovering as yet unrealized just above, just beyond the great work of humanity’s endeavors through all our long and sordid history. Why, if a nuclear blast doesn’t forever alter humanity at its very core, that is, within our genome, then the inevitability of a technocratic dystopia will accomplish the same goal through the (not so) subtle eugenic promise of CRISPR. Yep, through bomb or biology a terribly literal apocalypse is staring down the very beingness of mankind by staring at the very beingness of man himself, his genetic code. Truly, how can you, oh thoughtful reader, look at the world and see anything other than the script of a movie unfolding before your very eyes? We are realizing the vision of Kubrick’s Odyssey, and like David Bowman we are merging with the screen.

Everyone has appropriated the word “Redpill”, and as adroit commentator have realized again and again, the more definitions given to a word, the less the word means. The deluding of this word was a very deliberate and successful attack against this community, which has gone totally unnoticed. So while I am clearly redpilling you ingrates, I am sure you are asking yourselves what this post has to do with “your” redpill. Well ask, and ye shall receive, but as this post is already too long in merely establishing the premise, this next part will be brief. If you, having read the following paragraph, conclude that this post is too long in premise and too brief in substance then I can’t help you and this post was never something you could appreciate.

Our life is becoming a TV drama, and this is why it matters to you. The Clintons, though playing dead, are still in charge of the Democratic machine. Think about it. Their compadres, Spacey and Weinstein, two masters of the old broadcast medium, the television screen, are surfing the waves of the zeitgeist, blurring our real lives with television. Their ‘demise’, #metoo, and the coming sex scandals are the plot of this real life movie, pre-scripted, which progresses to any woman being able to destroy any man with a mere allegation, and ends with a matriarchy of the proletariat. At the top, men will still be in charge, just as men at the top have always been in charge. But the world of the common man will be dominated by the common woman. Has anyone see the last season of Southpark, where Hilldog enslaved all men under the earth, sparing their lives only to milk them for semen? Of course, that was just TV.

TL;DR – Man is merging with the screen. Our first real life-movie features television behemoths and long time Clinton allies Weinstein and Spacey (ect.) acting, and it is an act, like their day of reckoning is at hand. This is just the snowball which avalanches into a world where it isn’t the rich and powerful taken down by the word of a woman. No, this script ends with the men of the redpill reading this here now being destroyed. Anathema Maranatha ;)