Grapefruit(sim)ulator

Intense pain and anguish shaped my politics. Thousands of lefties constantly wanting me dead, bombarding me with death threats, trying to destroy my life with doxxing, SWAT attempts, threats against my loved ones. Last month the communist influencer Bad Empanada posted both my phone number and family’s address online. I received more than 300 phone calls in one single day, dozens of death threats. When I was the personal victim of crime, I had to listen to leftists explain that the true victim of the situation was the criminal who broke into my car and stole my wallet. Some crackhead broke into my car and stole my wallet and dumped it in a bin somewhere after taking the cards to use at nearby bottle shops. I had precious mementos from a lost family member in my wallet and some crackhead didn’t care - he stole my cards and dumped it. I will never get those memories back. And yet leftists told me that the true victim was the criminal, and many even celebrated. Then I watched countless random classmates of mine from university and school - people I hadn’t talked to for a few years but still followed on Instagram - celebrate Charlie Kirk’s murder with shocking glee. A young conservative father shot in the neck in front of his own children. I used to just think of Charlie Kirk as a Boomer in the body of a young guy. I thought he was just a very milquetoast conservative. My Mum thought he was a nice young man. People used to meme him on Instagram like “Hey Liberals, why is my toilet clogged.” Then they shot this guy in the neck, executed him in cold blood in front of his children. And millions of people celebrated. I knew dozens of people in real life who celebrated, again - just these otherwise normie progressives who you went to class with years ago. I was a centrist influencer constantly bombarded with death threats. How would these people react if I were killed? I met up with a progressive classmate of mine from university, a guy I hadn’t seen in years. Very standard progressive, he likes Destiny and Pete Buttigieg. He told me that so many people from my university days now hated me with passion and gave him shit just for meeting with me. I asked him if these people would celebrate if I were killed like Kirk. I asked him to be intellectually honest and tell the truth. And he admitted it. He said yes, many would celebrate. In the same year I visited the frontline in Ukraine and saw the aftermath of Russian atrocities in the Donbas, visiting an apartment block right after they double tapped it with cluster munitions. Dozens of civilians killed. I went to Kherson and saw deserted street after deserted street due to the Russia “human safari” - hunting civilians with drones. I saw the consequences of a full breakdown in civilisation, I looked real evil in the face and decided evil exists in the world. Some people are just evil. I’m very sensitive soul, the pain made me shift towards seeing the world as a place of threat, I had to conserve and protect what I loved and cared about. Away from bombast of online swashbuckling, I am quiet man. My ideal of best day I could ever have is just sitting down with my little puppy and reading a book. To protect this softness deep in my heart I believe i had to pick very definite friend enemy distinction lines in the sand. I stopped seeing possibility of utopia. I stopped believing people are innately good. I started believing that a certain small percentage of all people are basically just evil and need to be controlled in order for society to function. This explains my shift to liking the firm hand of a leader like Lee Kuan Yew. This is sadly why I changed.