FRIENDS Again. I love my friends. My friends are what I value the most. I had ca

FRIENDS
Again. I love my friends. My friends are what I value the most. I had cancer twice. And the second time was enough. When you drink from a straw thats in a lead box, carried by a man in a lead suit, in a lead-lined room, and have weeks alone there, followed by weeks in isolation at home, you have time to think about what matters.
What mattered to me was my few “real” friends, my work on theory, my people, my country, and nothing else. I didn’t care about my possessions or my wealth or my business or my influence. I cared about what was real and meaningful. A woman you love, friends you care about, and work you enjoy, and nothing else beyond that really matters much. And while I’ve still been ill, I’ve been far happier with that understanding than I was building what I thought was an monument of happiness.
The simple people have it right. Little england had it right. Local america had it right. And all this internatinoal nonsense is just an excuse to not focus on what matters. Ordinary people with ordinary lives and the love and folly, trials and joys they deal with. The moral people are almost all in the working and lower middle classes, and some in the middle clases. But the the credentialed elites are cancer among us and deserve the hellfire that awaits them in this world or the next – if for nothing more than arrogance and vanity that they possess wisdom that is nothing but false virtue signaling.
I was taught Noblesse Oblige by the catholic church as well as the protestant family tradition. And those that were not, deserve what is coming to them in triplicate. And the cross is too gentle a mercy for the vainglorious wicked. They will burn in the present as well as in hell.
Our ivy league institutions teach sedition and warfare against our people – not loyalty to and noblesse oblige to parent them into the most responsible citizens they can be for the benefit of all.