“If you’re confused about what to do, it’s a sign that your enemy is winning.” ― Toba Beta, Master of Stupidity What makes up a country? If the United States is a country, then what exactly does that mean? Well, I can start by telling you what it doesn’t mean. To begin, whenever you hear someone say that the United States is an idea they would be completely incorrect. I opened up this discussion asking the question about what makes up a country for a significant reason. Well, the United States is a country—a physical place with borders and with people who have properties, families, and businesses; with obligations, communities, churches, investments, livelihoods, and a shared culture of Americanism. The United States is not an idea; it’s a physical place within a physical world, populated by people who either seek to build it or seek to destroy it. If you have studied history close enough then you understand that this is the way that it’s always been. However, in today’s world, the reality is that these lines, concerning who desires to build and who desires to destroy, are as clear and as bold as they ever have been. When I first decided to start writing and podcasting in this information space, I did so because I saw that the Marxists were on the march. I saw that the Marxists were organized, relentless, and unified in their efforts to destroy the United States. However, as clear as this was to me the other thing that I observed was that much of the rest of normal everyday American citizens were clueless to the threat that was facing them. Even today, there are many that are either apathetic, ignorant, or outright stupid about the reality of what’s currently happening in this nation. I’ve communicated this many times before, but I’ll take the time here to say it again—we are at war. This is not a hyperbolic statement. This is a literal statement and the evidence of this is literally everywhere. However, this type of warfare isn’t a traditional kinetic war in the way that you’re used to imagining involving tanks, bombs, and soldiers. The type of warfare that I’m referring to involves what is known as asymmetric warfare. When you first hear what I’m about to say you’re probably going to think I’m crazy, but just stay with me because I’m going to clarify my point in a way that you will completely understand by the time you get to the end of this episode. Believe it or not, the most recent example of this asymmetric warfare involved the Super Bowl halftime show with the pop singer Bad Bunny. Now, full disclosure, I didn’t watch it, but I’ve seen highlights of the show and have read and heard commentary in regards to the content of the lyrics involved in the music of choice. Now having said that, Time magazine reported on how Republican representative Andy Ogles has recently addressed the House Energy and Commerce Committee in which he called for an inquiry into the NFL and the broadcaster NBCUniversal. His motivation behind doing this was to initiate the attempt to expose the level of prior knowledge they had, along with their review and approval concerning the show’s performance. According to representative Ogles, the inquiry is to determine whether broadcast delay protocols and standard review procedures—were “properly applied” or “intentionally disregarded.” Now, aside from the criticism surrounding the nature of the content of the show, my observation of the music having been performed purely in Spanish was an intentional slap in the face of the country as well. Anyone who claims that perspective is racist is, in my view, an actual racist. In addition to that, those are the people who hate the United States of America. Now, when I say that I mean it, and I can make the case here in order to prove it. So why do I say this? Once again, let’s go back to my earlier explanation in regards to what makes a country. In that list that I covered near the beginning of this episode, I included at the end of that list the trait of a shared culture of Americanism. To be specific regarding the culture of Americanism, for a long time, everything surrounding it never involved one of the most powerful American institutions—the NFL—separating itself from it and turning its back on that very culture. After all, for a long time the NFL built their existence off of the culture of Americanism which propelled their immense success. The thing that made the NFL such a great product long ago was its embrace of American culture. Nowadays, the NFL scoffs at Americanism and much of the personnel that are in charge of making the big decisions for that league are either globalists or cultural Marxists. One of the mysteries that has always surprised me is this seemingly consistent formula of rot that always seems to occur whenever these very cool and popular institutions start to hit a certain level of growth and success. As sure as the turning of the earth, it seems that every single time a major institution reaches a certain level of success, without fail, the cultural identity of that institution always goes right out the window. It’s like clockwork — the very ingredients involved in the recipe for that institution’s greatness eventually triggers a strange metamorphosis, resulting in the degradation of it into a lesser state than its original self, despite its popularity. In short, it seems success brings on a complete loss of identity. Because nature abhors a vacuum, that loss of identity that I’m referring to here is also replaced with a sense of superiority, and a sense of superiority always leads to hate. By the way, that same sense of superiority also leads to racism. This is why those people who hate the United States are the actual racists, because their hate for it is derived from a sense of superiority about something else that doesn’t align with the culture of Americanism. In short, what they believe is superior is anti-American; and to be anti-American means that you don’t support the only nation in world history that fought the bloodiest war in its own history—the Civil War—to end slavery. So given this, you tell me who is racist? Dilution I remember when I was in college at the University of Georgia, one weekend, I happened to have had a slow Saturday, which was very uncommon. I can’t remember the reason why it was slow, but I do remember that it was a very lax day, to say the least. I don’t ever recall having too many of those days, but on this particular day I remember that I hadn’t planned to do a whole lot of anything else other than some grocery shopping and perhaps some light cleaning around my apartment at that time. Now, I remember I had this neighbor that would frequently stay up all night as this was a common occurrence in college with a lot of people getting in on the party scene in Athens, Georgia during the late 90s. There’s no judgment here, I’m just giving you the details of the story so you’ll understand where I’m headed with this. Please be patient with me for a bit longer because this will all make sense in a minute. As I remember, on this slow Saturday, I got a knock on my door from my neighbor (John), who had been up all night, and he had asked if I would like to grab some lunch with him at Zaxbys. Now, for context, Zaxbys was fairly new at the time and had become a very popular place to eat. So then I agreed to have lunch with John at Zaxbys. However, once we had gotten to the restaurant and worked our way to the register to place our order, John looked at me and asked if I knew what the hottest thing on the menu was to eat. I told him I wasn’t sure so he then proceeded to turn to the cashier to ask him. I cannot remember the item, but I believe the cashier had suggested to John to eat some of their popular spicy wings. At this point, John inquired as to how spicy their wings actually were. Now, whatever the answer was that the cashier offered John next, he wasn’t satisfied with it and asked if they had anything else that was hotter than that. After thinking on it for a few seconds, the cashier called over the supervisor to ask him if they had anything hotter than what was already displayed on the main menu. Now, at this point, we were all curious as to what John was aiming to do here. However, right as I was about to ask him, he turned to me and said that he needed to eat some really spicy, hot food so that it would force him to drink enough fluids in order to overcome the dehydration of his beer binge from the night before. No, I’m not making this up and it gets even crazier from here. Once John had clarified the reason for his need for spicy food the supervisor seemed really intrigued at this point. Because of this, the supervisor asked us to give him a few minutes while he went and fetched the store manager. After a couple of minutes had passed, both the store manager and the supervisor returned and then John proceeded to communicate to the store manager why he needed to eat the spiciest food that they could make. Now, it was pretty obvious that the store manager was just as intrigued by the persistence of John’s request as the supervisor and myself were at this point. So then the store manager told us to give him a couple of more minutes as he said he believed he had a solution for John’s desire for something hot. The store manager walked away, and a few minutes later, he returned carrying this bag that was filled with red liquid in one hand, and a sheet of paper in the other. As I remember, he walked up and carefully placed the bag on the counter and slammed the sheet of paper flat beside it. He then turned to the supervisor and asked him for his pen. After doing this the store manager pointed to the bag and said that the red liquid was the hottest concentrate that they used to make their hot sauce. He then proceeded to clarify that the hot sauce that they used on their hot wings already had a
