Brushbeater on the Following of Men

If you don’t read Brushbeater, you should. Especially this one, because he brilliantly describes something that far too many people absolutely refuse to see.

Escapism is a dangerous, dangerous mistress. I submit to you that no one behind a keyboard is your leader. No One. Further, no one you don’t know personally or interact with on a regular basis should know much of anything about you. Period. If they’re asking questions they shouldn’t or you don’t feel comfortable answering, don’t. As some of you who’ve interacted with me behind closed doors know, I don’t give out personal information to anyone I don’t plan on meeting in person. And even then, it’s very limited and cryptic. Why? Because you don’t need to know, that’s why. Because trust is built over time in the flesh, people are generally not trustworthy, as I could spell out for you several occasions where information given by a former low level confidant lead to the targeting of Taliban leaders. Sold out by their buddies for a few bucks. And that’s not counting the moles we inserted; so unless you’ve run those kinds of operations, keep your trap shut to people who are warning you that some dude behind a keyboard might not be what he claims. And as many tirelessly point out over and over again, cognitive infiltration is rife in the so-called liberty movement.


How Some Pot Smokers In Seattle Taught Us Recruiting Tips

For those who need the tl;dr, no, I’m not advocating we use pot to recruit people to the liberty cause. Now that that’s out of the way, let’s get to the rest of the article.

If you paid attention to the May Day ‘festivities’ (I use the term loosely) yesterday, especially in Seattle, you might have noticed something. While in other cities, Antifa threw rocks and Molotov cocktails, acted like idiots, and generally presented themselves as a threat to humanity, in Seattle there was a lot of yelling…and then a lot of talking.

There were three factors going on in Seattle yesterday that snuffed out the flame of Antifa violence before it could even get going.

1)  A massive police presence. Whether you like cops or not isn’t the issue. The fact is that there were so many cops on site in Westlake Park that even if Antifa had tried something massive, they’d have been outnumbered. As it was, there were very few arrests; one was for throwing an object from across the street. Every time there was a hint of scuffle, the police stepped in and separated the parties.

2) Early deployment of anti-communist forces. Whether you want to call them pro-Trump, pro-liberty, whatever, they were there in force, and they were there hours before Antifa was even expected. They possessed the landscape, and so by the time Antifa got out of bed and mobilized, the other side was already there, holding ground — and doing it with respect for the cops and the grounds they were standing on.

3) Intermixing of groups. While this can easily be a recipe for disaster, the fact that anti-communist groups held the ground meant all Antifa could do was either circle around outside, or mingle. That separated them into smaller groups of 2-3 at a time, somewhat sapping both their numbers and their resolve. It’s a lot easier to act like a jackass when you’re in a big group — but when there’s only 2-3 of you and you’re surrounded by a bunch of geared-up folks who can easily take you and are willing to do so, it changes the game somewhat.

But all of that isn’t the point of this article.

One very interesting dynamic that I noticed from the multiple feeds I was monitoring, including from one of my own sources, is one of forced discussion. There were Antifa pockets mixed in with anti-communist groups, and with that many cops around, no one was going to get much done in the way of physical violence. So they were forced to scream at each other…and then they started actually talking. Granted, it wasn’t always the most respectful of conversations, but a few times you heard each side say something like, “Hey, we definitely agree on that part.”

As I watched, the mood shifted from anger to simple disagreement…and then out of nowhere, the two sides started taking photos together, arms around each other like they were buddies. Soon a joint was passed around, and for the next 15 minutes or so, there were no sides, there were no fights, just a bunch of folks in radically different dress, agreeing that while they may not like or even understand each other, they could all agree that something was desperately wrong with what’s going on in our government. By the end of the evening, Antifa and anti-communists were standing together, defying an order to disperse by the police, and getting forced out as one group. If you stop and think about that, there’s some serious food for thought in there.

So what’s the takeaway? Well, it’s pretty simple. There are members of Antifa that can still be reached. There are people on the Left — not many, I grant you, but some — who can still be reasoned with, if only we can frame it in language that they can relate to.

We don’t have to agree on every single point. This isn’t some kind of political “missionary dating.” It’s simply good strategy. Antifa is filled with college kids who, quite frankly, don’t know a lot about the intricacies of a lot of subjects yet. They DO, however, understand that society is effed up. They already get that things are wrong. And they have the passion to go do something about it. If we can reach them, show them that they’re fighting for the EXACT side that wants to deny them the things they actually believe in, they can be an incredible force for liberty.

Whether we want to admit it or not, we do agree with some of their concepts — even if we despise their methods of putting them into practice. They want the freedom to believe as they wish — don’t we? They want the liberty to determine their own path — so do we. Granted, they haven’t figured out the responsibility side of liberty yet, or the need to also respect the rights of others, but that can come with education. And yes, some of them are simply violent for the fun of it, and some of them wouldn’t know liberty if it smacked them in the face with a 2×4. This isn’t about them.  This is about the ones who stood there, took off their masks, and actually stopped long enough to listen because the people in front of them were saying something that resonated.

The point is this: We can show up all day ready to fight them — and I’m not even advocating that we NOT do that. We can also, however, see through to the fact that some of them can still be pulled over to the side of liberty. Let’s face it — you didn’t pop out of the womb screaming “give me liberty or give me death,” and if you’re like me and a lot of others, there was a time when you were as statist as the next guy.

Someone along the way probably turned you on to some liberty ideas. Somewhere in your journey, you were presented with facts, and you made a choice based on those facts.  So, just maybe next time you gear up to go face down Antifa, keep your eyes open for opportunities to talk to them, too.

You might be surprised at how well it works.

Lies of Omission: A Participant’s View

You may or may not know about the documentary film Lies of Omission, being made by a few prominent folks in the freedom movement.  If you’re a loyal reader of WRSA (and you damn well should be), then you’ve heard about the project, which brings together a number of names that should be recognizable to you in an effort to reach millennials about this concept we refer to as liberty.

I’m writing this because I see a lot of misconceptions, a lot of questions like “What good will it do?” and other such fatalistic things. You see, the movement does a few things very well — and almost none of them are things we should be doing at all.  People in the movement crap all over any idea, they run their mouths about people who are doing something.  They don’t have anything better to offer, of course, they just want to tell you how stupid your idea is. (And we wonder why we’re losing…but I digress.)

I spent the weekend with the people making this film, because they were gracious enough to ask me to participate.  The idea of being interviewed by anyone is not something I relish; as many learn the hard way, interviews generally take one of two paths: total demonization, or mind-numbing boredom.

This was neither of those.

First of all, this wasn’t a friendly softball game.  Although I did my best to finagle a peek at the questions beforehand, I was rebuffed every time. No one interviewed for the film was given the questions until the second they had to answer them on camera. There was no faking it, no planning answers, nothing — and the questions were not always easy, either.

What made it different was that I knew why they were making it. I’d had the opportunity to hear the extended version of the events leading up to the idea, and it was plain that the people involved were invested. This wasn’t some hobbyist project. It was something meant to bridge the generational gap. Like it or not, a lot of us are old enough to have grown or nearly grown children.  Many of the people who were around when we started are gone now. Someday — sooner than later for many of us — we’ll be gone too.

What are we leaving behind?  A pile of oversized gear, tricked-out ARs, and a whole lot of memes.

There’s a scene in the movie Serenity, in which the beloved Firefly crew comes to a planet where everyone is dead but there is no trauma, the civilization is obliterated but there was no war.  A creepy holographic message explains what happened there.

On some level, Lies of Omission is that message; the past reaching out to the present and future.  We can’t stop what’s coming, not really.  But as Mike Vanderboegh told me once, “The possibility of failure isn’t a reason to go home. It’s a reason to fight harder.”  I have no illusions about coming out of it on the other side myself, but I have hope that my son can…or maybe his children can.

It’s one thing to answer questions about what I believe, about the freedom that I am so willing to give of my time and effort for, and know that the answers will be given to some abstract group of ‘millennials,’ who I’ve never met.  It’s completely another to sit across from one of those very people, and have to look them in the eye when I answer, knowing that they deserve something better than standard flag-waving rah-rah.  It’s far more real, to see this member of our future, to hear these questions being asked, and know that in this moment, I have an opportunity to do something that matters.

I ask you in all seriousness: What could possibly be more important than passing all of this to the next generation? In fact, I posit that all of your Facebook groups, all of your stuff, doesn’t mean crap when compared to the value in training the young to value freedom and stand up for it.  Because let’s be realistic.  Your tactical god-like genius, as beyond amazing as it is, isn’t going to be around forever.

I could write another five years on this site, putting up how-to articles that people don’t read or are too lazy to put into practice, or trying to force people to care about technical or intelligence aspects they’re not interested in because it’s not sexy stuff that lets them say “over and out” on the radio or wear cool patches and give themselves ranks.  You could spend another couple years and a few thousand bucks collecting classes like scouts collect badges.  Hitting up all the big name instructors, going down the list like little achievements to be used as bona fides later. Oh, yeah, I took that class. Of course…I also have THIS class, and THAT class….

I daresay that all of that time would never amount to the very real, very worth it moment of sitting across from someone under 30, who would give freedom a chance if you could only sell it to them in a way they understand.

Many would argue that millennials want us dead, or that they are no more interested in dialogue than they are taking responsibility for themselves, and to some extent that’s true. There are those who want us dead, sure.  There are many millennials who seek to silence us, and that’s on a slow day. But there are plenty more who already know something is wrong but are still searching to find what that is. They already know the government is lying. They already know that they got sold a bill of goods about all kinds of things. They already see the Vault 7 disclosures and everything else.  We could be reaching them, if we weren’t so busy commenting on how stupid everyone’s ideas are.

Here’s the truth, like it or not. Millennials aren’t all morons, they aren’t all rabid socialists, and they are often searching for truth, even if they don’t know it. One thing we’ve always been really bad about is reaching the young. We don’t want them, don’t think we need them, don’t bother with them. And that’s why we’re here, with an entire generation of people who grew up in a surveillance state and don’t know anything else. Because while we were ignoring them, the other side was courting them, grooming them, indoctrinating them.  They are this way, in part, because we didn’t do our job.

That generational gap is why this film needs to be made.  And sitting in that chair this weekend, across from a millennial with big, expressive eyes who asked me what about my country was worth saving, I saw a chance to reach them.

So go ahead and crap on the idea. Discourage people from donating to the project. Run your mouth about it, even while you keep reading the same people who chose to participate.  All you’re doing is proving the point.  If you want to actually make a difference, right this second, put some money down and help these guys do something that will last a lot longer and help a lot more than the next class you’ll take and never use again.

They need $9000 more bucks.