How I (A Zoomer) Got Here, and Where We’re Going
Zoomer Enoch steps onto the lawn at the Iron Age Archive Campus to share some of his lengthy Instagram posts with the old guys (2022, uncolorized)
As the title might suggest, before we wade into little truth bombs together on this newsletter, I’ve seen it appropriate to give you some insight into my own journey here onto the IAA before I (humbly) pick at your beliefs piece by piece over the next few years. We might begin with all you pesky old men and your silly beliefs of what Zoomers believe; it might be a blackpill on cryptocurrencies… but I don’t want to scare you anymore.
It’s strange when you think about it. Or at least when I think about my own experience. Reflecting recently, I’ve realized how absurd my journey to this specific forum was. After I realized that Jeff lived in the same city as me, I reached out for a coffee, which he then surprisingly accepted. This initial contact led to a conversation over coffee in his car in a parking garage for a few hours, slowly checking each other's skin over for possible signs of glow in the dark beams leaking out. But why have I, and I’m sure many here, been led down this absurd path? My name is now “Enoch”? and I can’t show you the face that matches my physique? Or any identifying landmarks, you know, just in case they’re reading? I’ve obviously become frustrated with the system, but not frustrated enough to shut down, which is an important delineation, but here’s some bare history to whet your appetite for why my opinions might matter to you.
Well first off, maybe they won’t... Most of the time this feels like shouting into the void. I initially tried writing under a doxed blog, but after reading over the essays I was writing, and butchering them word by word for “good optics” (whatever that means), I got fed up with that project.
However, the perspective I wish to present to you soon is one that is hopefully unique to the demographical breakdown of the IAA crowd that I’ve seen so far (which is, old). Most of the guys that I’ve talked to from IAA own land, have kids, and run businesses. I’m a 23-year-old computer science student that works for the public service part time. I don’t exist in your world. I exist in the world of Zoomers, and as I slowly drown amongst them, I also can hopefully shout out a few useful things to you old men before being completely shut in by the mass of flesh that calls themselves the “Student Union” or whatever other kind of label people put on the biomass that likes to think of itself as the future technocratic class.
As far as a brief sketch of my “awakening” or whatever you’d like to refer to it as, it goes something like: Enjoying Bernie Sanders in Grade 12. Enjoying Ben Shapiro in second year. Enjoying Nick Fuentes last year. Enjoying the “dissident right” currently… Future???
Why the cringe political history? Because the world is volatile. Is this kind of pipeline into dissident politics normative? I have no clue, but I see general trends there that I will keep track of in my notebook. If you followed a similar slippery slope, you can DM me and I’ll officially jot you down in the notebook of men radicalized by whatever that journey was.
To conclude my silly introduction: for those of you reading closely, you’ll notice that most of the people that have influenced my political journey until now were grifting one thing or another. They present a negative view of the world. It doesn’t matter where they think the evil is coming from, the world sucks, everyone hates “us” and we’re going to lose. This is my main gripe with the “right-wing” that I hope I can shed light on. Before and during the early years of the Trump campaign, the online right became very adept at spreading effective messaging and criticizing mainstream culture. This was effective. But we’ve begun to spiral. The men that were formed by this messaging are stuck in the grift-infinitum which will never lead us anywhere.
As I’m sure many of you have also grown out of a brief lolbertarian phase, you should also know that power in the hand must be grasped (more on this later, or here for a sampling). This is where we need to step up our game. It’s time for a positivist stance. For a vision of the future that isn’t just ‘CRT bad’ (or whatever flavor of nonsense plagues your own neighbourhood) but Jesus good. Fellowship good. Family also good. How are these things also going to help us win?
Well, fellowship and love for the brethren are inroads to power. If we want to tear down the current structures encroaching rapidly, we’ll have to do so ourselves, brick-by-brick, away from the all-seeing eye of the ever-perusing state. By building communities, making art, and creating a beautiful life, we remove ourselves from the system’s tax brackets. A recent episode of The Fedpost podcast made note of the power in homemaking for women. Why? The labor is removed from the market and becomes untaxable. Don’t get me wrong, stay at home moms work more than 40 hrs a week. But it’s a threat to the system simply because there’s no GDP ‘line-go-up’ that comes from it. This is how we move forward. But don’t just take it from me…
I actually don’t have grandiose solutions for your bland life as you grind out your 9-5. I have micro solutions for your life because you’re a little guy (like the rest of us). I don’t think I will fix the world. I don’t think you’ll fix the world. There is about a 1% chance that IAA will end up constructing a beautiful commune on the prairies, where we drink non-pasteurized milk until we take over the ruling class through pure milk induced strength.
I leave the rest of this scenario as an exercise for the reader…
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