I “left the left” about a decade ago but, in retrospect, I think I was starting to have inklings of how so many who I associated with who were quick to declare themselves “progressive” seemed to combine sanctimony with authoritarian impulses and I started to wonder “where have I seen this before?” So, given my natural inclination to distrust self-appointed busybodies of the “public good” plus the fact that I seemed to know an awful lot of really resentful and childish wackjobs who identified as progressive, I started to quite unintentionally drift rightward.
This was hastened even more by the fact that my inherent biological characteristics put me in the “out” group of the progressive left (being ostensibly a cis-straight-white male).
My “red pill conversion” has continued unabated since 2016, had although I have had my reservations about Trump’s character and blunt tactlessness , I find myself actually respecting and appreciating him more now than I did when he was a loudmouthed TV celebrity. I respect him because I don’t know if many who could have his kind of resilience to handle the daily onslaught of unfiltered venom and hostility coming at him from all angles and directions. For his ability to withstand the purity and intensity of the hatred directed at him is a testament to his strength of endurance. And endurance should not be underrated.
I live in an Uber-progressive coastal city where a large “woke” population is quick to demonstrate their PC cred with little provocation. I am also a cartoonist who wants to draw “red pilled” comics and I am contemplating starting a website that features comics, writing, vids, artwork from a dissident perspective.