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Abdullah's avatar

Thank you for your writing, bro. It truly helped me. Life’s been brutal. Growing up fatherless, lost, and falling for a narcissistic thot nearly wrecked me. But finding your work gave me clarity. It put logic to my pain and helped me push through the fire. You've become like a spiritual father to me, and I mean that. I’m deeply grateful. Thank You.

I’m also really glad you started this project. Please, bro, archive all your content here from every platform, uncensored. We’d love to support what you're building. There are thousands of doctors, engineers, and professionals out there, but you? You’re one of one. No one else is doing what you’re doing.

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Jon Marshall's avatar

Cicero’s warning echoes through time like a cracked bell in a darkened hall. The fool is tiresome. The ambitious, dangerous. But it is betrayal that unravels a republic from the inside. Not the noisy enemy at the gate, but the familiar voice at the table.

You speak to a rot that wears perfume. It praises progress while gnawing at the foundations. It tells the young that tradition is oppression, that virtue is outdated, that strength is cruelty. But it does not build. It consumes. It cloaks its cowardice in the language of care, and its nihilism in the mask of tolerance.

And yes, many of those sounding the loudest alarms are not defenders of wisdom, but saboteurs of it. They do not want you to think, they want you to absorb. They do not want dissent, they want obedience. Their gods are comfort and conformity. Their scripture is algorithmic approval.

Still, we must not mirror their hysteria. Rage is easy. Reason is rare. The antidote to the fool is not another fool with a louder voice. It is the clear-eyed man, the principled woman, the youth who studies instead of scrolls, who asks questions instead of performing outrage.

Let us be that. Not merely rebels, but restorers. Not merely loud, but luminous. We do not inherit truth. We must earn it. And we must carry it quietly, like fire cupped in our hands, while the storm rages on.

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