A Letter to the Daily Wire 'Right'

This is how you lost us and why we'll never return

I used to like you, I really did. I loved ‘owning’ the libs. I wanted the gay weed farmers to have AR-15’s, fuck I even wrote an article in my high school newspaper arguing to legalize weed. I still get emails about all the posts you make, I can’t get back into my old substack account with 10 followers, so I can never stop the notifications. You haven’t changed much, the world has though.

I know where you’re coming from, the 80’s were a pretty good fucking time and in hindsight the Bush years weren’t that bad a time to be a child either. You saw that things ‘worked’ and you made your whole identity to ‘conserve’ the good. You were never able to see that those Spenglerian prophecies had already put the West into its death throes. Ivan Ilyich sees the light and has a last few good moments before Tolstoy kills him off. You made Ilyich’s first mistake, believing the bullshit the doctors sold about things ‘returning to normal.’

You’re a lot like Ivan, you took too long to realize you never really lived.

I think you just now realize how hollow your existence has always been. They killed God and men’s clubs and football and community gatherings and America and what did you do? Atlas shrugged. Jordan Peterson put your full cowardice on display recently. You watched shows from Dallas to Mad Men and dreamed of your own hidden treasure pile. Your motto rung, ‘Greed is Good’ (I saw it on a plate in a thrift store the other day) but your meaning was empty. Your new 10 commandments were the Civil Rights Act, the Emancipation Proclamation of this century. NAFTA and low taxes, this is what dreams were made of. The times were good and there were only small skirmishes left to fight in the long Hegelian journey to the perfect world.

You had no God to rely on and the culture you belonged to was fragmenting, but you couldn’t see that. I can see why you were the type to vote for Obama in 2008, or to at least not see the implications. The world was decent, the Iraq War was a stain, sure, but otherwise we just had to do a little more to fight racism and build a few more schools in Liberia and everything would be fine and dandy. You were content for your battles to be about .1% of GDP growth, how far to take the Empire (which you would NEVER, NEVER dare say), and which trade deal to sign. You were at Fukuyama’s end of history, the great evils of fascism and communism were dead, the coast was clear. It was time to clean up the last few blemishes while ignoring the log in your eye.

Wall Street was never supposed to be a hall of heroes.

But then Spengler had a say. The perfect world you dreamed up began to break apart. The first real earthquake to your simulacrum happened in 2008. You realized that maybe the line on the graph didn’t just go up forever. No worry, you picked your scapegoat and trucked along. You didn’t really register the small signs. We stopped going to space like we used to. I remember as a kid hearing a loud boom and running outside to see the explosion. I was barely old enough to form memories but I remember seeing the Columbia disintegrate over that Texas sky. I was born into the world falling apart, you were born at what appeared to be its zenith.

You slowly seemed to accept that things were changing for the worse. Sure, Glenn Beck and Rush Limbaugh gave their histrionics over the radio, but they always seemed to acquiesce in the end. 2020 Sean Hannity would decry 2000 Sean Hannity as a bigot. You made snide comments about how every movie now was a shitty sequel but never asked why. You accepted gay marriage being made the law of the land from a courthouse. You went on to the new podcasts and preached a new strategy. We’d give up on the social issues to win elections and get economic wins. As a 16 year old, I loved it. I wanted to WIN. I followed 538 religiously, I loved clicking the states and watching the little counties turn red. I was in dismay when one turned blue. I dreamed of the Libertarian Party getting 5% of the vote and splitting the electoral fund. It wasn’t until I went and worked in DC that I realized ‘winning’ means jack shit when you’re playing the wrong game entirely.

Only now do you realize your folly in letting someone speak to the truth of your sins.

You never could have predicted Trump, I was on your side and I sure didn’t. I didn’t really have to live in the real world yet. You scrambled when that first poll in North Carolina had him in the lead. Maybe it was just a meme, maybe it was just some dumb rednecks, wait no, you had it; it was a sign that if we just offered another 1% tax cut we’d win them all back! Yes! We just need to update the 200 page policy binder and we’ll have Jeb on the throne! You didn’t realize that life had stopped working. We were flooded with immigrants, dying from opioid overdoses, bereft of meaningful jobs, and in a godless hellscape that promoted degeneracy and isolation. But you could never see that. You could never have a Socrates hold a mirror up to your value system and question it. In the depths of what little soul you have, you know that your entire belief system is a house of cards.

I remember I had a professor who helped craft NAFTA talk to us about globalization. We owed those response everyone uses AI for now. The question ‘Has globalization helped or hurt where you lived?’ I took it serious, at the time I lived in the Rust Belt. So I told him about the heroin and the theft and the hopelessness. Wrong answer! Every other classmate of mine was from the Tri-State area of NYC. Well, my answer messed up his narrative! He really got me though, in front of that class at that elite school he let me know (this is verbatim), “Those coal miners are happier driving uber or whatever jobs they have now.” These are the people you aligned with. You were at the beginning of the end, but something else did you in.

COVID happened and carnage ensued. History accelerated, 20 years happened in 2. The vestiges of the legitimacy of your liberal world order died. The neoconservatives were thrown into a shallow grave as the mandate of heaven fell from the Clintons and Bushes entirely. You’re in civil war now and you don’t see the Mongols massing at the gates. I could belabor the point and tell you everything that happened but you already know. You know how you flip flopped, peddled the Biden Regime’s lines before turning on them, and how you suddenly found yourself shouting into a vacuum. You thought you had a slam dunk ranting about trannies winning swimming medals while all the young men became jobless, marriageless, and lacked any meaning. Nothing scared you more than the mirror.

Leo Tolstoy in The Death of Ivan Ilych: Ivan Ilych saw that he was dying, and he was in continual despair.

In the depth of his heart he knew he was dying, but not only was he not accustomed to the thought, he simply did not and could not grasp it.

That’s when your lies really started to show. You see, people like me really do want that libertarian world where there’s freedom to do what you want. But people like me realized that those kinds of realities only exist to societies built on something with purpose. Endless consumption and constant income generation can not be the backbone of your belief system. You see, you created a paradigm you can’t escape (and one China embraced that will kill it too). Every generation had to be wealthier than the last, your whole purpose was to get your kid better off than you. And what you couldn’t do was answer this: what happened if that trend line broke? Or what if the boomers got greedy and kept it all for themselves? You took the easy bait of blaming the libs you were in cahoots with, but that only worked for so long.

So now you’re scared. You see that you have no control over the right anymore. You cannot invent any kompromat to blackmail Trump. Your sacred cows are fair game to be sacrificed to the altar of revitalization. We ‘woke’ up.

Your sacred Civil Rights Act (that you never even read) is all of a sudden not the universal saving document of the West. The James Lindsays of the world shriek and wail at us as we ask questions. When we bring up that MLK had speechwriters, that Rosa Parks had a car and tried a dozen times to get kicked out of the front (and was not the first to be denied a seat, the first was a single mother the left didn’t want to use), that Emmet Till’s dad was hung for rape, and that bussing was done quite literally with a gun put to the head of Southerners you cry out. You cry ‘facist, racist, woke!’ You came full circle. The same shitlibs you owned in 2014 for using catchphrases with no substance are the same people you are now. Because those idiots were hollow just like you. You don’t want debate, you want consent.

Put hammers and sickles on the helmets and call it 1956 Hungary and you’d parade this picture as a sign of brutal repression.

You can’t understand why we don’t support Israel. Sure, there are neo-nazis but what really freaks you out is that most people aren’t. You see, its easy to intellectually defeat something that utterly lost 70 year ago. Its a lot harder to defeat honest questions that you won’t answer. Why should my taxpayer money go to a first world developed nation to bomb some people I don’t care about? Why does AIPAC (I must admit I went to one event in DC once for free food as an intern and holy fuck they put on a show) pay like 95% of our politicians? Why is my pastor rambling about praying for Israel when good kids in America are getting stabbed at football games? And for fuck’s sake why is a guy who votes on whether I die in a war wearing the uniform of another country’s fucking military? There’s a reason everyone in the military says ‘I don’t want to die for Israel’ now.

I don’t think this troglodyte will ever realize how much damage he did to his own cause with his arrogant buffoonery.

I think what really freaks you out is that people like me aren’t some ‘super racist, anti-semite’ that’s been lurking in the corner waiting to strike for years. We’re just people who had our world unravel and started asking questions. I think it would scare you to see the cultures I’ve immersed in, the different friends I have, and the worldliness I possess. It scares you because I should be the world’s biggest liberal and the most open minded wholesome chungus you can dream up. But guess what? I still reached the conclusion that your world is built on lies and is out to kill me and my people.

You don’t know the world I live in. Have you ever had to pull your gun on someone outside a 7/11 so they didn’t kill you and rape your girlfriend? Cause I fucking have, upping the blick on a nigga isn’t my ideal Sunday. Guess what? My friends have too. In Chicago and DC and Minneapolis I have friends who have been mugged or by the grace of God stayed strapped so they didn’t get killed. Have you ever had to practice your ‘don’t fuck with me or I’ll kill you’ face a hundred times in the mirror so you don’t get attacked by the homeless on your walk to work Mr. Shapiro? Hey Matt Taibi, how many of your friend’s nephews don’t have a dad now because some asshole walked up and shot them in the face point blank in Baltimore because they were a catch and released 3 time felon who was bored? My good man Dennis Prager, how many of your friends faced accusations of rape, accusations of racism, and every other villainy by one of their peers to get the promotion over them? I think I know of at least five who were proved innocent and got a ‘sorry’ only after their reputation got tanked. O great philosopher, Mr. Peterson, ponder me this. How many nurses do you know that have gotten assaulted by patients from the ghettoes? Oh, you don’t know anyone taken a floor upstairs to the ICU because their skull got cracked while trying to do their job. Interesting. ‘That's a bloody complicated problem, and there's no simple answer to that.’ Yeah, right man. Those Nashville suburbs that your Daily Wire are in now sure are great. Guess you were rich enough to never see the real LA, Ben.

You really wish all those companies hadn’t so publicly gloated these statistics. You wish we could have remained ignorant that we were no longer allowed the jobs or compensation of our fathers.

I think you can live with losing on some of these social issues. We mostly agreed that Roe vs Wade getting overturned was good for all. But what really scares you and your masters to your bones is us waking up to the reality that this economy doesn’t work. That’s why you either stay silent or actively fight us when we try to fight immigration. The great society you think you represent isn’t just dying, its dead. There truly is nothing you have conserved except for the sins of your fathers. You remind me of Cato the Younger, an idealist who could never accept that the internal contradictions of a collapsing society had doomed his project. No wonder your think tank bears his name. He was too naive and too greedy to see Caesar as the savior. I think your boomercon project will end a lot like Cato, weak and with its guts out for all to see.

Plutarch in Parallel Lives: But as soon as [his physician] was gone out, he took his sword, and stabbed it into his breast; yet not being able to use his band so well, on account of the swelling, he did not immediately die of the wound; but struggling, fell off the bed, and throwing down a little mathematical table that stood by, made such a noise that the servants, hearing it, cried out. And immediately his son and all his friends came into the chamber, where, seeing him lie weltering in his blood, great part of his bowels out of his body, but himself still alive and able to look at them, they all stood in horror. The physician went to him, and would have put in his bowels, which were not pierced, and sewed up the wound; but Cato, recovering himself, and understanding the intention, thrust away the physician, plucked out his own bowels, and tearing open the wound, immediately expired.