Free My People: Ideological Prisoners Almost every time you suggest a young man...

Free My People: Ideological Prisoners

Almost every time you suggest a young man demonstrate agency and solve his own problems, a familiar cry rises up from the pit.

“That’s impossible.”

“That will never work.”

“That’s too hard.”

This resistance does not come from our enemies. It comes from a small, self-castrated segment of our own.

Somewhere between ten and thirty percent of our men are not trying to win. They are searching for new and elaborate ways to lose. They invent reasons to surrender. They see only the risks, the threats, the pain, and never the opportunities, never the solutions.

They worship ease and safety. They treat suffering as an abomination instead of a rite of passage. They fear life itself.

And yet, what do we see?

Men who have twenty points less IQ, who barely speak our language, who just stepped off the boat from a third-world wasteland, taking risks, trusting one another, working together, building communities, claiming space, exploiting the system.

Why are they rising while so many of our own are falling?

Because those men, poor, battered, and dispossessed, still know in their blood that life demands suffering, demands cooperation, demands daring. They know that fortune belongs to the faithful, not the fearful. They know it’s a battle of ingroup vs outgroup and if you have no ingroup you don’t exist.

Meanwhile, many of our lower-tier young men behave like ideological prisoners. Their chains are not iron, but shame, fear, and a vision of themselves as eternal victims. They do not believe they are worthy of victory or possessing of agency.

And in some sense, they are right. They have been programmed to lose. Their agency is compromised.

Why should we be surprised? This loser programming has been poured into us for nearly a century. The slow poison of demoralization, injected day after day, generation after generation.

Only the most disagreeable, the most stubborn, the most faithful have resisted it.

We must fight it. In ourselves. In our brothers. In our sons. And we must fight with patience and grace, because we are not just battling ignorance, we are battling deep spiritual wounds. Emotional and mental viruses. The lost boys, trapped in the loser mindset are not evil. They are captured. If we can, we free them. If they refuse freedom, we move forward anyway, but not without first offering a hand. The hard truth is this:

We are a conquered people.

All of our institutions have been taken over and turned against us.

And we have been subdued, not by tanks or bombs, but by weapons more cunning: demoralization, emasculation, consumerism, mass manipulation.

And we must now learn to fight as conquered people must fight.

Not head-on. Not by pretending things are still normal. But by fighting outside the box. By embracing the asymmetric, the unconventional, the invisible tools that Fifth Generation Warfare offers us.

Because right now, two types of men live among us:

The freedom fighters, those who think like partisans, who adapt, organize, strike, and build.

The prisoners of war, those who sit in the mud, castrated and crying, waiting for someone else to save them. Our task is simple, brutal, and sacred: Move men from the prisoner camp to the partisan camp. Move them from despair to defiance. Move them from whining to winning. And know this:

None of it will be easy. All of it will be hard. Every move we make will carry real risk. Some of us will fail.

But anyone who does not move, who does not fight, who chooses the safety of chains over the struggle for sovereignty, has already failed. We do not need every man to rise.

But the more we pull out of the ideological mud, the faster we turn the tide.

Fight for them. Fight with them. Or if they refuse, leave them behind and fight harder. Because our victory will not be a gift. It will be a resurrection.