My Written War Against the New World Order
I would like to take a minute to thank everyone for their prayers and support. I'm sure they played no small part in my recovery.
Given that this is a return entry, I also think it's appropriate to reintroduce myself. As you know, my name is P.R. Infidel. What you may not know is that I write to fight tyranny.
I write because six weeks into the COVID hysteria, I realized I was no longer living in a true emergency, but a manufactured power grab. I also had the misfortune of living in one of the bluest of the blue states, and it appalled me how everyone just fell in line, questioned nothing, and attacked those who dared to ask why.
To add insult to injury, I had unique social obligations at that time. Like the society ladies of old, I was expected to prance around, drink wine, and exchange trite pleasantries with people who were all too happy to kowtow to asinine dictates like good little communist sheep.
My public forced persona was so at odds with my private rage that I felt compelled to do something about it. Unable to summon the mob necessary for torching a politician’s office, I turned to a less violent option: the love for writing I’d had as a teenager.
I spun scathing criticism across my computer screen with the help of animals and spirits. I made black lizards’ matter and alligators take the jab. A deer stood up to political tyranny, and the animals of Horse Ranch endured immigration without Representation. Chester the conspiracy cat made mad predictions; his animal friends all thought him crazy until he wasn’t, and President Brandon got the eternal justice his inspiration will likely avoid on this earth. I took every bit of idiocy thrown in my face and threw it back in theirs. I mocked it, reframed it, and exposed it until it was all gathered in a neat little book designed to piss off the elites and jostle sleepy normies.
I called that book Tales of American Idiocy, a satirical journey through the criminal madness of the early 2020’s. My goals for the book do not include bestseller status. Given that it’s my first work, I don’t expect that kind of success. But if it can wake enough normies to tip dominoes against the New World Order, then I will be happy.
Jesus told parables or short stories; there’s a reason why he did this instead of just commanding people to repent or love their neighbor. Stories are fun. Stories are powerful. Stories carve a path through the heart into the brain in ways that plain facts or logic often can’t, especially in people who are emotionally driven. Unfortunately, this describes most of the population.
For example, tell someone they will burn in hell for being evil, and you’ll often get a blank stare, but tell them God will filter the wheat and burn the chaff, and a few might understand the consequences of bad choices.
Tell someone BLM is a communist front, and they’ll call you racist or cancel you, but spin a tale about misguided lizards, and you might just have a few lightbulbs go off.
From 15-minute cities to bug protein, I can see a whole slew of hell bearing down on the world from elites who want to thin the herd and control the survivors. I’m no J.K. Rowling, and I likely won’t ever be, but I do have a cat in a tinfoil hat, and I’m not afraid to use him!
So, I will fight. I’ll use Chester and whatever other characters God beams into my brain to expose these psychopaths and their grim plans for humanity. I’ll reframe their intentions with cute critters and supernatural sonnets, because for me it’s not about money, it’s about the fight in the write (pun intended).
We all must stand before God one day. I want to be able to tell Him: “I took what you gave me, I used it, and I fought like hell with it!”
It’s been said the pen is mightier than the sword; I suppose only time will tell. Until then, I can only infidel on. I hope others will join me in my battle against the New World Order and its technological terror with whatever unique talents they have in their possession. Resistance is feasible, not futile, but only if we few wake and recruit as many as possible to the cause of mass opposition.
The tides are turning, the narrative is shifting, but it’s up to us to keep the momentum going. For now, I will end my thoughts by hijacking a slogan they used to push their dreadful “vaccine:” we can do this!
Given that this is a return entry, I also think it's appropriate to reintroduce myself. As you know, my name is P.R. Infidel. What you may not know is that I write to fight tyranny.
I write because six weeks into the COVID hysteria, I realized I was no longer living in a true emergency, but a manufactured power grab. I also had the misfortune of living in one of the bluest of the blue states, and it appalled me how everyone just fell in line, questioned nothing, and attacked those who dared to ask why.
To add insult to injury, I had unique social obligations at that time. Like the society ladies of old, I was expected to prance around, drink wine, and exchange trite pleasantries with people who were all too happy to kowtow to asinine dictates like good little communist sheep.
My public forced persona was so at odds with my private rage that I felt compelled to do something about it. Unable to summon the mob necessary for torching a politician’s office, I turned to a less violent option: the love for writing I’d had as a teenager.
I spun scathing criticism across my computer screen with the help of animals and spirits. I made black lizards’ matter and alligators take the jab. A deer stood up to political tyranny, and the animals of Horse Ranch endured immigration without Representation. Chester the conspiracy cat made mad predictions; his animal friends all thought him crazy until he wasn’t, and President Brandon got the eternal justice his inspiration will likely avoid on this earth. I took every bit of idiocy thrown in my face and threw it back in theirs. I mocked it, reframed it, and exposed it until it was all gathered in a neat little book designed to piss off the elites and jostle sleepy normies.
I called that book Tales of American Idiocy, a satirical journey through the criminal madness of the early 2020’s. My goals for the book do not include bestseller status. Given that it’s my first work, I don’t expect that kind of success. But if it can wake enough normies to tip dominoes against the New World Order, then I will be happy.
Jesus told parables or short stories; there’s a reason why he did this instead of just commanding people to repent or love their neighbor. Stories are fun. Stories are powerful. Stories carve a path through the heart into the brain in ways that plain facts or logic often can’t, especially in people who are emotionally driven. Unfortunately, this describes most of the population.
For example, tell someone they will burn in hell for being evil, and you’ll often get a blank stare, but tell them God will filter the wheat and burn the chaff, and a few might understand the consequences of bad choices.
Tell someone BLM is a communist front, and they’ll call you racist or cancel you, but spin a tale about misguided lizards, and you might just have a few lightbulbs go off.
From 15-minute cities to bug protein, I can see a whole slew of hell bearing down on the world from elites who want to thin the herd and control the survivors. I’m no J.K. Rowling, and I likely won’t ever be, but I do have a cat in a tinfoil hat, and I’m not afraid to use him!
So, I will fight. I’ll use Chester and whatever other characters God beams into my brain to expose these psychopaths and their grim plans for humanity. I’ll reframe their intentions with cute critters and supernatural sonnets, because for me it’s not about money, it’s about the fight in the write (pun intended).
We all must stand before God one day. I want to be able to tell Him: “I took what you gave me, I used it, and I fought like hell with it!”
It’s been said the pen is mightier than the sword; I suppose only time will tell. Until then, I can only infidel on. I hope others will join me in my battle against the New World Order and its technological terror with whatever unique talents they have in their possession. Resistance is feasible, not futile, but only if we few wake and recruit as many as possible to the cause of mass opposition.
The tides are turning, the narrative is shifting, but it’s up to us to keep the momentum going. For now, I will end my thoughts by hijacking a slogan they used to push their dreadful “vaccine:” we can do this!
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