A Whitepill For The Blackpilled

Considering the occasion, that of Thanksgiving Day, I felt a need to shed light in the darkness of a movement all too familiar with pessimism, disappointment, and melancholy. With a shovel, it's easy to dig into the soil and find rock after rock, only to find that after removing said minerals, you are left with not enough soil to properly mount a garden. Indeed, that analogy can aptly describe our movement at times. A movement scarred by disappointment after disappointment. It’s easy to take the blackpill and declare all be damned! But les I discourage you too much, let me shine the torch over the hidden blessings many of us disregard unwittingly.

Now, it's an unpopular topic to praise the internet in these circles, and justly so. I, amongst many others take seriously the consequences of a technology that has done it's fair share in atomizing society. However, we should look on the other side of the coin and recognize a blessing for a blessing: if it weren't for the internet, we would not be where we are today as a community. In no other age was the ability to question pre-established truths been so close at hand. And in no other age has it been so easy for likeminded peoples to commune. Indeed, The Event, in which I, and many other esteemed Gentlemen had privilege to attend is a testimony to that fact.

It was amidst conversation in those halls, exchanging meat and mead amongst brothers, and waging myth with friends that I found a home I never previously known. I can say with absolute confidence that I was amongst the highest quality gentlemen that I have had privilege to witness. Without the internet, none of that could have been possible. None of those friendships could have been made. None of the ideas wagered could have prospered. I believe all of us should put gratitude on the internet for giving us the opportunity to find each other in the first place.

Of course, we owe a debt to the internet for revealing counter-currents of contemporary thought as well. Many of us found our intellectual beginnings with Carl Benjamin in the early 'ought and developed further our beliefs with Academic Agent. Beyond the temporary dramas that inevitably arise, can we at the very least lay gratitude upon these figures, and those likeminded for presenting the truth that we all seek after?

Another object of thanksgiving ought to be laid at the time and place we find ourselves in. Most of us underate the pleasure of living in an air-conditioned space, free of the frigid cold and the caustic heat. Most of us have available to us cheap transportation, that allows us virtual freedom to journey as we please. Indeed, it is quite difficult to starve to death in such a civilized age as well, even if the quality of the food is wanting. Critics would lay the accusation that such conditions make men weak. Indeed, those accusation may be true, but it is important to recognize a blessing for a blessing. We are the select few who can say we live so materially well.

All said, the ultimate cause of our Thanksgiving is the providence of God. His Will has manifested that those who believe in his one and only son, Jesus Christ, will enjoy eternal life. Know that all the ills of the world are of temporal substance, that no matter the hardship, no matter the trial, and no matter the woes; there is a God above the beckons us home towards eternal peace upon our departure of this mortal coil. It is this salvific knowledge that leaves me eternally hopeful. Indeed, it is the absolute whitepill. It is the absolute reason for Thanksgiving.