The Return of the King
Something from long ago is retruning. We are all susceptible to the noise surrounding us. At every turn, oppressive waves blast us, yet nothing is more defining than our own perception of what is acceptable. Everywhere we internalize the noise our journey toward truth has already ended. The question isn’t what can drown out the noise… It’s who… It has always been who.
Movements must have Champions.
We have long been following a Poverty mindset, and it’s killing us. “When a popper makes it to the palace, the people suffer.” The popper mindset is one of lack and consumption, it is victimhood, and the worst parts of passive narcissism. We were living in the time of the popper, the needy-minded, the slave, the grasshopper, the time of feelings and evidence void emotion, the time of the fancy fool. This is the 2/3s of the US budget that goes to ineffective handouts, where most is spent on administrative bloat. This is how we have women and other fools nonstop marching and begging the greatest perpetrator of evil during every age in human history, the government, to take away inalienable rights.
Sorry women… not sorry. Everyone else may lean into the soft sexism of low expectations… I won’t. I was raised by, and am married to, feminine clarity; I refuse to disrespect women like most of the rest. I refuse to stand by and pass blame to another as one would a child or dog. Never! Women, you are heroes of heroes, you are light and enigma! When women step into their beauty, there is a new spring of life and progress for yet another good thing. Without you, the sails stay lashed to the mast; they are never unfurled towards the adventure we all need and want. The meta-arc of feminine impact on our shared world will once again mean more than passing authority from the hands of good to the hands of evil.
With the return of the King comes the return of the Matriarch.
Trump was and is a force of nature. He lifted a movement from a murmur onto the pages of history. When Elon, RFK, and others joined in, our shared world took a new shape. We must have more. Who will answer the call of the people?
Is the great political divide of the West genuine? Is it home-grown and grass-fed? What are our goals? What’s the Big End Game? From where… who… did this mission stem? From where… who will it be defeated?
Who will take up this cause?
The leaders, heroes, and champions will look different from place to place. In the years that try men's souls, molds are shattered, and no matter how expected, there are no more norms. Those who rise up and take hold of the world’s destiny will be who they will be. Some, like William Wallace, will be from such an alarming low station that our betters will write off their effectiveness. But in today’s world, it is almost the rule to have greatness come from the other side of the tracks. The great houses lay in ruin, their hearths have not known the cheer of a feast for centuries, their great rooms have not held significance for even longer.
Drive through Kentucky and tell me that farmers having hedge fund ROI on a dollar saved over the past 100+ years would not have made a difference. That is what the destruction of sound money leads to… roofless barns leaning from the westerly winds, waiting for one more gust, their last breath to be no more.
In one sense, when we look at the financial system of the world, we are breaking down a winning football game, critiquing the different plays and strategies… but we still won, even if we had to hit a few field goals to do it. Any critique of monetary policy or our global economic order should come with the plain observation that in most and many ways, we are now living in a better time than any other point in history.
