A week ago, author and activist Dr. Naomi Wolf had finally seen enough of the mass shootings, and threw up her hands.
The only thing keeping us safe from even greater carnage, Wolf thundered in her Substack article Rethinking the Second Amendment, is the right to keep and bear arms.
And the only thing keeping us free from the goons assaulting our sovereignty, she confessed, are the guns she had been brought up to revile, the gun rights she had been educated to blame for all the violence, and the gun owners she had been conditioned to believe are mass murderers just waiting for an excuse.
Because tyranny is descending upon the disarmed--China, Australia, Canada, France-- cleverly masquerading as global health security. And because
A well-regulated Militia being necessary to the SECURITY of a free State, the right of the people to keep and bear arms shall not be infringed.
We need to rethink the Second Amendment, Wolf concluded. By hanging onto it.
Pitchers Crashing
Well that set pitchers a-crashing to the floor all over the political spectrum. From the globalist progressive left, horrified at their once-beloved oracle smashing yet another cherished idol, to the populist nationalist right, who hailed it as a Road to Damascus moment.
But this was no bolt from the blue, Wolf's article makes clear. This has been a long hard wilderness experience. And she wasn't jetting off to Damascus, Dallas or Des Moines, warrants in hand, to collar those “dangers to our democracy” and haul them before a DC jury for an open-and-shut conviction.
This was not about right or left, up or down, with or without.
This is about America’s pearl of great price, freedom, Wolf argues.
About to be ripped from our hands, we learn tonight, by a cabal of Uniparty senators.
Some think she said too much. But that's only because we all haven’t said enough.
Choosing My Confessions
Last night I sat out on the patio writing this, and fending off texts from classmates wanting to know why I was not at our beloved college reunion, which I have never missed all these years.
I tried to keep it loose, keep it light—Yeah, medical apartheid making it harder to go back to Yale than it was to get in. Say hi to all from this party animal. Miss you!
But they really didn't want to know. Because when your knowledge knows no bounds your wisdom surely does. And few-- Naomi Wolf among the notable exceptions-- have the intestinal fortitude and mental stamina to go fifteen rounds toe-to-toe, slugging it out with lifelong, sacredly-held beliefs.
Definitely not for the faint of heart.
It put me in the hospital at the end of my first year of college, which I spent convinced I was the lone campus representative of rural America, and all things brilliant people despised. Until in my second year when I ran into a senior named Mike, from an upbringing more backwoods than my own.
If that were even possible.
When I asked Mike how he dealt with the jungle growth of indifference, hostility, and out-of-touch-ness, he said “People’s politics are what they can afford. You really can’t blame them.”
That was a turning point. After that, I became a lot more impervious, even sympathetic, shrugging off the idiosyncrasies of my fellow travelers. Because that was who they were, what they could afford, and a graduating senior had thrived in spite of it before me.
This time, however, it's my generation in charge of the tyranny, implementing in real life the imagined atrocities they protested against back in college.
Which means they were dead serious all along. And it may be a while before those running the ivy tower figure out that people attend reunions to have fun-- not to participate in Bill & Melinda Gates germ warfare drills.
Probably after the donations start dropping, grants get cut, and discrimination payouts start piling up.
Meanwhile, it's business as usual. And too many of us are giving away slices of our freedom for a weekend, a month, a quarter. a year, or even a career in safe silence.
But that’s not how you unfuck yourself from evil.
Consider This
What does an unfucked life look like?
It’s a question that’s been exercising me for the last couple of years, watching the arc of history bend back towards totalitarianism.
In college, things were simpler. There was always somewhere you could go and check out from the tyrants within and the thugs without.
And until the Pandemic, you could just unplug when you wanted to detox from the Not______ Enough Culture---hot, fit, energetic, passionate, hard-working, hard-drinking, hard-playing, customer-driven, results-oriented, etc. — fill in the blank as you like. Results always the same.
Now it's the Too_____ Culture---again, fill in the blank as you like. Same result, but now you can't check out. You can only get checked off. Canceled. Erased. De-platformed. De-banked. Disappeared.
Which is probably why everyone keeps saying the stakes have never been higher.
True, but prospects have never been dimmer--economic privation, moral depravity, asset and currency devaluation, food and fuel shortages, power outages, crumbling infrastructure, rigged elections, rampant crime, surveillance state-- for folks of my skin color, age, gender and orientation who, Woke culture daily reminds us, are an endangered species. You can almost see the uighur-ization on the wall.
You can't unplug. They won't let you. You have to leave. You have to unfuck.
Let my people go so they may worship me in the desert.
Exodus.
Consider This
Every exodus involves a physical crossing —a sea, an ocean, a desert, a continent, a solar system— preceded by a spiritual crossing to the other side and back.
Spiritual because it must be done alone, without precedent, and with no prospect of return.
Moses to Sinai. The European explorers to the New World. Magellan to Asia. Lewis and Clark to the Pacific. Amundsen to the Pole. Armstrong and Aldrin to the moon. Christ to heaven.
Pioneers of faith, says the Hebrews writer.
Someone had to go first and come back. To confirm the substance of things hoped for, with evidence of things unseen. And tell us where they had journeyed. Otherwise how will we ever know the way?
That process involves emptying yourself. Of considering yourself good as dead.
Because if I perish, I perish.
There is a short and moving speech that was prepared for President Nixon to give in the event the Apollo 11 crew never made it back to earth. Trying to comfort a nation, reminding that as the ancients looked up and saw their heroes in the constellations, so would we now look up and see a piece of ourselves somewhere in the corner of another world.
The speech, of course, was never given, because the crew found its way home.
But the process of unfucking yourself in many ways resembles a moonshot. It's the process of leaving a world and everything you love behind, and dropping your baggage like stages of rocketry along the way.
Because there are Five Stages of Unfuck-- Retreat, Regret, Reset, Reject, Resonate-- each more brutal than the last. And you cannot move to the next stage without losing something dear. Like your religion.
Reject is the hardest phase. But when you leave behind that which has rejected you, that is when you Resonate. And those who Resonate will Resurrect. They will not lie in their graves. They will not be slaves. They will not be serfs. They will be truly free. They will be a new creation.
That Was Not Just A Dream
Sometimes 2019 feels like that now. But our backs are to the sea. We can't return. We must cross over. Indeed many already are crossing over, soon to be a great cloud of witnesses.
And this thing I started The Five Stages of Unf*ck: Red Pill Journey to January 2.0 for a steadily growing generation of men adrift… well, the women are already on the other side yelling at us to grow a pair and row.
Women like Naomi Wolf, Noor bin Laden, Lara Logan, Tina Peters, Marjorie Taylor Greene, Julie Kelly, Kari Lake, Katie Arrington, Joanna Miller, Kathy Barnette, and many, many more.
Guys, I know that looks like just a dream on the far shore, but it is not. Those are real women over there!
Today, I am moved, encouraged and energized by all these heartfelt journeys. You can be, too. Because if I was less alone than I mistakenly believed all those years ago, I can tell you with absolute conviction that you are certainly not alone now.
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Malwords are keywords weaponized for information warfare. They function within public discourse as intellectual malware, verbal viruses designed to spread quickly for the purposes of a) silencing dissent through control of language, narrative, and speech, b) increasing public tolerance for government-sanctioned atrocity and c) emboldening officials to commit acts of atrocity.
Malword strength is measured by their frequency of appearance in the published body of language (corpus), and expressed in words per million (WPM) linguistic units (words, numbers, symbols, acronyms, etc).
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Harvey Oxenhorn, is a cybersecurity consultant, founder of Malwords Weekly, and author of the upcoming book, The Atrocity Algorithm, How The Media Became The Enemy of The People. He writes The Five Stages of Unf*ck, Red Pill Journey to January 2.0. , also on Substack. Follow him on Gettr, Gab, and MeWe @HarveyOxenhorn
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