A hardcore commitment to the truth of the Nicene Creed goes a long way. As does a sympathetic view toward the possibility of the supernatural, without putting on the tinfoil hat.
Either way, there’s not much we can do to change what lies on the other side. Nobody wills God into or out of existence; it’s all a waiting game.
Prior to Trump's election and then for about 2 years after, I watched a lot of my online and real-life libertarian friends, disillusioned I guess now that Ron Paul had fucked off and his son was a pale imitation, go full MAGA/nationalist and eventually fall to the dark side, taking the black pill and going full fascist (not that goin' fash' necessarily has to follow going full-MAGA). Eventually, many of them who weren't Catholic before were drawn in by the others who were Catholic and went TradCath, becoming very well-dressed, very eloquent and presentable guys, who were very handsome and very suave Richard Spencer retainer-types, the kind of guys who would buy nice suits to wear and go see Jordan Peterson. When they went TradCath, the ones who also went fascist anyway, it was like they'd reached their final form. I definitely detected a lot of cynicism and disillusionment mixed in, and definitely a fatalistic element of "Well, they're gonna call me racist anyway, so what the hell." It was bad... bigly so. Sad, too. They really should have known better.
A hardcore commitment to the truth of the Nicene Creed goes a long way. As does a sympathetic view toward the possibility of the supernatural, without putting on the tinfoil hat.
Either way, there’s not much we can do to change what lies on the other side. Nobody wills God into or out of existence; it’s all a waiting game.
Prior to Trump's election and then for about 2 years after, I watched a lot of my online and real-life libertarian friends, disillusioned I guess now that Ron Paul had fucked off and his son was a pale imitation, go full MAGA/nationalist and eventually fall to the dark side, taking the black pill and going full fascist (not that goin' fash' necessarily has to follow going full-MAGA). Eventually, many of them who weren't Catholic before were drawn in by the others who were Catholic and went TradCath, becoming very well-dressed, very eloquent and presentable guys, who were very handsome and very suave Richard Spencer retainer-types, the kind of guys who would buy nice suits to wear and go see Jordan Peterson. When they went TradCath, the ones who also went fascist anyway, it was like they'd reached their final form. I definitely detected a lot of cynicism and disillusionment mixed in, and definitely a fatalistic element of "Well, they're gonna call me racist anyway, so what the hell." It was bad... bigly so. Sad, too. They really should have known better.