Main Victim

Everyone has the natural impulse to censor and silence anyone who disagrees with you—it’s a sublimation of simply killing your outtribe, which they would do if they could get away with it today—this is what these false “cypherpunks” have allowed themselves to indulge in. To recognize the long-term ideal of a free marketplace of ideas, a republic of letters, in a greater pursuit of collective truth—that human communication and the memetics of thought can be used to illuminate our world, and not only be subservient to recruiting for tribal warfare— takes a conscious, cognitive effort and faith in something counterintuitive to our native, primal instincts; one that comes with sacrifice at the expense of your own tribal interests, regularly testing whether you really value your stated beliefs over your own bottom line—in a way your average “luxury belief” will never be tested. The average normie believes in nothing and values nothing but their own bottom line; and too weak to survive alone they seek the safety of tribal collective; they will call themselves and say whatever it takes to survive, their use of language and communication remains in the primal ghetto it was originally evolved for—manipulation, influence and coordination of the mob—by weakness cognitive or moral or both, they wield the scarcity consciousness of a monkey bashing rocks, sharing nothing in common with the men of letters who brought us to here today—and they will project it, because the weak and sinful will always project their failings on others, for to do otherwise would require facing about themselves for what they blame on the world, and then they would not sin; and so it’s the virtuous they hate most for holding a mirror to themselves. You will help them and they will hate you for it every step of the way, and they will call themselves cypherpunk when they reject everything it stands for, because it’s convenient, because words mean nothing to them but manipulation and violence, and because these niggas can’t read.