Vomit The Black Pill

Your first requirement for absolute victory.

If you’ve watched something born, you know the mess it makes.

Birth is a difficult, painful, excruciating and yet glorious affair. Those of you who have brought a child into the world, or been a farmer, understand the suffering and suddenness that brings miracle.

There is a lot of blood, discomfort, and physiological convulsion.

It’s a contortionate process of expulsion that leads to new life.

Vomiting the black pill is no different.

Despair is a subtle thing. Men often think that despair is blackness, a dark overwhelming suffocation, a malaise that renders them helpless.

It can be, but that’s just the gross long-term impact.

Despair isn’t a state but a process.

That process starts with depression, which is in itself an observably mechanical progression in living things.

Depression, very simply, is when constant stress accumulates beyond the capacity of the organism to surmount it. We can leave behind the silly pharmaceutical guesses of serotonin uptake, chemical imbalances, and similar sophistries for the purposes of this discussion.

If I can induce stress in you over a period of time, beyond your ability to sustain your own energy and initiative, depression takes place.

When I advance your depression into cynicism, you’ve been black pilled and despair now has a natural foothold in your psychology, physiology, and physiognomy.

You can spot depressed people through their posture.

You can recognize depressed people through their reactions.

You can identify depressed people through their thought patterns.

How useful depression is for tyrants!

When Orwellian propaganda designed to humiliate is layered on a population, that infliction is an extreme form of constant stress that beats Men into learned helplessness, nihilism, and despair.

It’s not a complicated process.

Manufacturing narratives takes effort and resources. Corruption of the legislature and judiciary takes resources and time.

Depression takes only one of those measures over time, and eventually your target self-reinforces its own defeat for you.

Control of populations is easy. There is never a shortage of men willing to quit and pretend their abandonment of initiative is a signal of sophistication, just as proclamations of victimhood serve as signals of virtue on the Left.

As we find their rainbow intersections of oppression to be ridiculous and disgusting, so too does the militant regard the slimy nothingness of character within men who always have a dismissive, degraded posture of uselessness.

When men proclaim “nothing is to be done,” they are depressed.

When men sigh and shrug and point helplessly at their own self-desecration, they have both accepted and earned despair.

When men respond to every builder, fighter, and leader that rises to deliver coherent, competent action with the repulsive whine of “Fed” or “glowie” they are useless fools who deserve their own self-desecration and immolation.

Then they are not worth saving, and deserve their pre-extinction slavery.

What is to be done with them, these infectious purveyors of the black pill?

It’s an interesting question. In this Age of Militants, where at last the Third World War has begun and the tide turns to favor the bold, it should be clear enough that despair is neither useful nor appropriate.

But old habits die hard, and so does cowardice.

Am I calling them cowards, these individuals who reflexively dismiss every opportunity as a trap by a magically infinite Panopticon?

Yes, without question they are cowards.

Do I consider them as present on the spectrum from unfriendly to hostile, arrayed against the future that the Movement brings into being?

Yes, for by their actions they betray their lack of forthright honor.

Do I plan the consequences that militants will bring to them, those scoffing, foolish dead weights who obstruct advancement of justice?

Yes, for those consequences are unavoidable and inevitable in war.

Wheat, chaff, decisions, and kinetics are the meat and milk of real consequence.

This is very important to understand.

Fear, stupidity, and weakness are normal attributes in Men. Our fallen natures easily lend us to these spirals, which eventually become graves in the absence of conscience, freedom, and dignity.

You must discipline those natures if you wish to win.

You must get up and walk, and do the hard work of learning and training and above all, seeing reality without the lens of your habitual sloth and malfeasance.

Make no mistake: the black pill is poison, and to the extent your belly bears this horrid clump, you must vomit it out with decision and action.

Cease your weakness, for it only serves the Adversary!

End your stupidity, and stop seeing defeat in every line and angle!

Slaughter your fear, for it has been infected and driven into you by men who corral your failures of character to be more powerful than your human value.

This is why the Company begins the development of human capacity and identification of militant utility with our Raw Human Capital assessment.

It’s the only place from which to reverse this infection of tyrants.

We have a deep understanding of human beings and their natures. Most of all, we understand that in war (and that is certainly what we are all engaged in) this basal capacity must be shaped first to coherence, and then to competence if the man would be made use of for defense and advancement of our civilization and legacy.

Men cannot build when they are weak.

Men cannot fight when they are afraid.

Men cannot lead when they are stupid.

Fear of consequence, stupid cynicism, and weak helplessness are the currency of the defeated and the lost, of those who no longer bear character or manhood of value.

Therefore look to yourself, and ruthlessly extirpate these unforced errors!

Cynicism has no place in the mind of the militant!

Nihilism has no place in the heart of the human being!

Despair is offensive to Heaven, for it violates the first principle of purposeful Creation and denies the infinite power of God.

I am Ivan Throne.

I tell you there is always a gap; and equally there is always a way.

If you suffer from nihilism, put that weakness to death.

If you suffer from cynicism, cruelly terminate that stupidity.

If you suffer from despair, vomit it out and walk away from it.

Yes, you will have to be brave.

Yes, you must develop strength.

Yes, you must train your capacity.

You must become worth something beyond what you are, for that is what this dreadful and impossibly beautiful epoch demands of its survivors!

More than that, you cannot win when your guts are filled with poisonous vomit.

I encourage you to begin the grave work of manhood.

I call on you to start the discipline that befits the competent militant.

Rip off the indicia of the defeated!

And when you find yourself on your feet, perhaps at long last, reach out to us.

Take our Raw Human Capital assessment. It’s free, and the questions will make you think carefully about what you’re really worth in the historic upheaval of this growing global war. Perhaps you’ll realize despair isn’t so comforting after all, and the joy of sacred purpose will begin to rise in you.

It does for us, and for all the thousands who work with us.

It’s a grand rising, and it’s a powerful road.

There’s destiny at the end of it, and you were born to fulfill it.

And remember my words from The Nine Laws:

Men do not leave their brothers behind.

Get up and walk to our open arms and clasped hands in war.

That’s where victory waits.

Vomit the black pill.

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