How to deal with the dangerously insane

John Carter wrote an excellent piece here.

In which he describes the psychotic break that the collective woke, trannified, globohomo footsoldiers are having.

It is indeed all quite as he says, but he expresses that he is unsure of how to deal with the issue.

He does reference the ability to have tight groupings at 200 metres. Which demonstrates he does in fact grasp the possible end point.

But on a day-to-day basis the answer is actually very practically simple, although most mollified humans are too frightened to take even the smallest risk.

You tell the freaks to their face they are freaks. You laugh at them. You ridicule and expose their insanity in real time. And if unsure if they are or not woke/crazy, you drop a metaphorical grenade in the room to root them out.

What almost no one seems to have figured out is that the best cure for madness is a slap in the face.

Metaphorical to a point, actually physical beyond a certain point, and a solid ass kicking beyond that. Regularly administered if the madness persists.

The fact is there was no woke insanity in Sparta. Or in the Roman legions. Or in trench warfare of WW1.

And in 40 years of martial arts I have never seen an iota of wokeness survive more than one episode of encountering reality in the form of a sound beating about the head and body by an unwoke realist intent on teaching factual objective truth to a fantasist.

I drop emotional nukes wherever I go.

While I compliment the barista on his ability to make the best cappuccino in the region, I might work in how his attention to detail is a boon to the degenerate fantasies of people who believe men can get pregnant. And guess what. He smiles or laughs, and so do a couple of people at the bar, and IF the local waitress is one of the freaks you know what happens? You know what he/she/it does? Absolutely nothing.

Oh they may seethe internally. Their face might turn a lavender shade of purple. But they skulk off in silence. The laughter of the other sane people at the bar counter hammering at “they’s” mind parasite like a stormbolter at one of the filthy aliens to be purified by fire in warhammer 40,000.

It’s like I said: all you need to do is push back. And teach your kids to do the same.

Yes it’s true that some populations appear completely lost, the UK being a prime example, but even there, it is still possible to push back. They can’t arrest every single one of us for badthink.

But sure… once the vast majority has been medicated, brainwashed, beaten, stabbed and murdered into submission, it may be time to up sticks and move to a different country. But… IF you do, make sure you don’t let complacency allow you to sit by the wayside as the liberal mindworm spreads to wherever you go to next.

And if you do not move, or cannot (usually more a mindset than a reality), or choose to stay anyway, then it is incumbent upon you to push back.

The Sam Melias of the UK have my respect. And I think in time they will have the respect of those who have not completely abandoned the idea of having your own functioning testicles actually still operate as essential parts of your body, instead of optional extras producing “toxicity”.

There is no “reasoning” or conversing with rabid dogs either. So why would you even try?

The only thing to do is expose them as the violent insane threat they are, and box them in with reality on every front.

He is right about keeping your head on a swivel though. Situational awareness is paramount when you live in an open air insane asylum; and that’s what a lot of Europe is now.

But the answer is always the same:

Stop overthinking it. Act. Do. Respond.

And no, don’t blame me if your response gets you in trouble. Doing means YOU do. You take responsibility for what you do or don’t do and no one else does. And if you do nothing when Pakistani gangs are raping Caucasian kids by the thousands, including your own child, well, then you have made your choice. You can’t complain about the conditions you allow yourself to exist under then. That too is reality.

So before you worry about how to stun the crazies out of their madness, perhaps start with a bitchslap to your own face to awake you from your apathy, weakness, and general cowardice.

Mote, beam, all that.