Where Nothing Hurt
This administration has been far more chaotic than I—or anyone, really—anticipated. Still, I remain deeply satisfied with the direction we’re heading. Immigration has been effectively halted, and once the government finishes its structural overhaul, we may finally see deportation numbers rise to the levels we desperately need.
Lately, I’ve spoken about taking a new path. In truth, this shift has been simmering since the beginning of this project. But somewhere along the way, I became stuck in the stale, predictable thinking that defines much of the so-called “chuds” on the right. That phase served its purpose—but it’s over.
In a recent article, I wrote that we need an Epstein—or a Milo—type figure with actual power. That remains true. We need operatives who collect leverage, who bend the unbending, who understand that influence isn’t asked for—it’s taken. The time for hoping and waiting is over. Our relationship to this world is not that of heaven’s chosen. It’s far closer to hell’s insurgents.
We can’t sit idle and wait for some mythic Übermensch to emerge from the fog of prophecy. That is fantasy. What we need is presence—everywhere, always. We must lean into our instincts, infiltrate everything, and become the addiction our people can’t live without. They must feel us in their blood. This movement shouldn’t appeal to obligation or duty. Nobody dies for the “greater good” anymore. But people will live and die for adrenaline, for identity, for the fire we can give them. If you build it they will come.
In my mind’s eye, I see it clearly: a one-world order, religion, and a leader to rule over all. A true European empire. Not some bureaucratic dystopia, but a perfected global kingdom—rooted in hierarchy, beauty, and power. Everything in its place. Everything as it should be. On Earth as it is in heaven. Do you see what I see?
