I will not talk to the Liberal Party.
That could be a bit of an exaggeration. I talk to liberals. I know a large family that is liberal. I’ll go to the store and I’m sure some of the people I talk to are liberals.
I really forget that there are people who still believe in the “wage gap.” That’s insane.
But I don’t talk about liberals and politics. I don’t work with liberals. I will not suffer under the confused HR administration that even consider politically destructive ideas, confirming that God forbids and doesn’t even think about anything against general liberal orthodoxy.
A quiet place
I live in a lovely small town on Lake Michigan, which is about 50% liberal, but they aren’t that crazy and not strange. They’re fine. People in this part of the state are pretty polite, so these liberals are other people on the streets. They are not in my face. I don’t live my life under a liberal framework, so I’m arguing about all my thoughts, so I won’t anger those around me.
I was on the right throughout my adult life. I have no secret political identity that I need to protect so that I will not be socially exiled or left without work. My kids are homeschooled, so we are not forced to contact the general public school population or the current brainwashing program. I’m not that liberal around. I have a happy day with conservative discourse. It’s very good.
I live and work in a conservative world. All the arguments I’m involved in are conservative. All the intellectual work I do in my mind is under the presumption of a conservative worldview. Everything I’m talking to others or talking to myself is our own critique. Those are the questions we work with so that we can become stronger. Intellectual teamwork. The Liberals are just “opposite” or “people over there” and I’m not really devoted my time to consider what they’re doing.
Choose my battle
I have to say that my isolation from liberals has a positive effect on my mental health. That’s not because I don’t have to deal with navigating the ever-changing mazes that are right and wrong progressive code. That’s because my professional and personal efforts are all directed at helping to strengthen our side. I will not waste intellectual firepower engaged in lost causes. It’s rich to know that your work is built.
It’s very nice and I’m not going to trade my position with anyone, but I certainly don’t defend a bit to swim in modern liberal waters. Due to professional isolation from liberals, I know there are some emotional blind spots.
A check of reality
Sometimes I forget how crazy I am there. I really forget that there are people who still believe in the “wage gap.” That’s insane. Sometimes when I step into the water or hear stories, I slap my face.
“Wait, are you kidding me? Do these people really believe this? Do they really do that?”
“Yeah, they do.”
I forget how widespread the insane delusions over there are. I lose sight of how deeply the distant creep is permeating.
Of course, I know that intellectually, but I don’t feel it. I can sometimes say deep inside my mind, I mention my conservative Democratic parents in 2003 and consider them to be representative in some way of who there in the present era. But I know it’s a delusion. In fact, my conservative parents in 2003 are like the solid social conservatives of 2025.
This is what happens when you are far from something. When you are isolated, you forget how much things really are. It is related to the same impulse that we must forget bad memories, but we remember good memories. I know I suffer from this forgetfulness because of the glorious distance from the hysterical liberal framework.
The belly of the beast
I understand that distance from the liberals has softened my emotional response to them somewhere in my mind. I often find myself thinking about them, the opposition, in purely intellectual terms. I think they’re not a big fat F, they’re getting a C- in their class. Or, in a strange and disturbing way that is not compatible with our civilization, it’s like a distant tribe of the Amazon rainforest. I enjoy the comfort of intellectual distancing.
But then I will inevitably have a miserable face-to-face encounter with liberalism in 2025, and my calm, zen-like attitude evaporates. I feel a surge in emotions. Suddenly, I feel sick, irritated, angry. This is something people deal with at work and on the street every day. No wonder people are always so angry. I guess so too.
I don’t even know how permanently angry I would be if I had to deal with the liberal degenerate in 2025.
It’s really interesting how distance obfuscates the truth. My isolation from the liberals is about how good it is for my general outlook, but I also threaten to deceive me with a softer emotional response. I am trying to convince people who surround myself with liberals and have no desire to convince them. I will stay right here in the centre and work to strengthen our side. But sometimes you may need to go out onto the belly of the beast to remind you how bad it is to be liberal in 2025.
“There, but I go for the grace of God.”
