Edgar Allan Poe wrote a horror story about the Spanish Inquisition. In one of the scenes, the main character was tied up to a table. A swinging razor-sharp pendulum was suspended above him. To his horror, the main character noticed the pendulum was ever so slowly inching downward. Hour after hour of being subjected to the psychological torture of a slowly approaching and yet inevitable death.
We may truly all be crazy. Collective delusion. What the hell do I know? But one fact is not in question, and that is the decline and disappearance of the white race. It's not in question because the leftists tout the projections as their victory. In the US, less than half babies born are white since 2014. Europe is not far behind. These projections of how we're going to be 50%, then 30%, then 10%, and finally 0% in our own countries - that's the downward movement of the pendulum. The inevitability of our disappearance and death given that our societies stay their course is not in question.
So yes, we are crazy. It's driving us crazy. Every day, no matter what we do, no matter what we accomplish, the pendulum is slightly lower. Every second, it's slightly lower. "Why can't you just be happy?" "Why can't you just enjoy life?" Because we're paralyzed and tied to the table, and the pendulum lowers ever so slowly, ever so deliberately. We're living in a nightmare. If the projections are not in question, why doesn't anyone around me care? Even the few people in our lives that are supposedly "red-pilled" seem to be apathetic.
It's not a cold stone table like in the story, you see. It's a warm and cushy sofa with Netflix and porn and videogames. It's so easy to just give in a little and escape from the reality with the pendulum, to purposefully get lost in the distractions. We're fat and content, and our masters want to breed slightly different cattle that's less uppity and more obedient, but what is it to us? It's too much bother to be thinking about the pendulum that's inching downward. Let's just be happy and try to be tolerant, responsible, kind, moral. We don't want to be hateful and fearful, do we? Only bad people are hateful and fearful.
Napoleon once said something along the lines of "don't engage with the same enemy for too long, for he will learn your tactics and weaknesses." Well, the joke's on him, because our whole race has been fighting our way to the slaughterhouse tooth and nail for the past 200 years, and even we the few "enlightened" ones have still not figured out a halfway decent action plan for victory.
This is a nightmare and I can't wake up. Why doesn't anyone else care? Why don't normies want to confront the existence and implications of our self-destructive trend? Isn't evolution true? How can people even be like this? And why am I so disgustingly paralyzed, so sickeningly afraid of action? Why is it that all I can do is have the same thoughts in my head on repeat? Why don't I believe myself or trust myself even when I know that the facts are indisputable? How can I live, how can I work, how can I sleep, how can I take one more breath with this knowledge hanging over me?