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You are a cuck of the Government
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hHxvVuIxJ9A
Not exactly a slave like the kind that were bought, sold, and traded in a public market in America until 1865 when the governing class declared itself the monopoly owner of all slaves and lower classes that were to pick its cotton, pay its taxes, fight its wars, whatever it declared.
I think cuck fits the situation better. As soon as you are born and registered and entered into a government system you become a commodity. A specie of government property. A cuck who will always be beta to the enveloping ruling class that controls him at enjoys its whim at his expense for all of his days.
The reason its important to know this is not so that you can become a nihilist or depressed or whatever. Or an all caps typing murderous psychopath. But rather so you can learn the truth, internalize it. And then get busy living, instead of waiting all your life your chance to die for your masters and earn their false glory.
Rather its so you can start seeing what you can do about it. You want to plant your own seed. Whether its the seeds of your ideas and dreams. Or actual living offspring.
A red pilled ex-cuck doesn’t mindlessly fight the other roosters to death for something that isn’t exclusively his. He just crows his own truth as best he understands it, and stands his ground for it whenever he can.
He doesn’t worry about where he is in the pecking order. Or worry about trivialities such as who is the richest, most popular, nicest, most erudite guy in the barnyard. Or who is the biggest asshole and most destructive one in his tiny arena of existence.
He concedes he might not even compare all that well to his peers. But doesn’t let this worry him or convince him that maybe he deserves to be the cuck of others because he’s not good enough.
A red pilled ex-cuck at least knows what he is. And where he is. And what he’s up against. And what goals of his own he might work on and hopefully accomplish someday.
He just knows that there’s more possibilities beyond the farm he’s currently stuck in. So he doesn’t overly concern himself with his status. Or his wealth. Or maybe even his long term future. He just exalts in his knowledge that he is his own free bird.
Maybe 95% of the time he does the same things all the other chicken heads do. But at least some of the time he tries to reason himself a way out. Tries to awaken a few neighbors so he might enjoy division of labor and strength in numbers for whatever it is he cares about.
In the cucked mind. There is one rooster. And all the obedient chickens. And they all know their place and follow their biological and social scripts like robots. But this isn’t real and so many things are possible if only you’ll open your mind and make the effort and put in the time to try, over and over, until finally you have some small success and you leave your cucked status forever.
You are a cuck of the Government
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hHxvVuIxJ9A
Not exactly a slave like the kind that were bought, sold, and traded in a public market.
I think cuck fits the situation better. As soon as you are born and registered and entered a government system you become a commodity. A form of government property. A cuck who will always be beta to the enveloping ruling class the controls him at its whim for all of his days.
The reason its important to know this is so that you can become a nihilist or depressed or whatever.
Rather its so you can start seeing what you can do about it.
A red pilled ex-cuck doesn’t mindlessness fight the other roosters to death for something that isn’t exclusively his.
He doesn’t worry about where he is in the pecking order. Or worry about trivialities such as who is the nicest guy in the barnyard. Who is the biggest asshole.
He might not even compare that well to his peers.
But a least he knows what he is. And where he is.
And that there’s more possibilities beyond the farm he’s currently stuck in.
Maybe 95% of the time he does the same things all the other chicken heads do. But at least some of the time he tries to reason himself a way out. Tries to awaken a few so he might enjoy division of labor and strength in numbers for whatever it is he cares about.