MIKE

You call customer service and it’s a SAHM picking up a few hours while her kids are at school, not some Indian on the other side of the world you can barely understand. You go to get gas, and it’s either a teenager or someone in his 20s in college working the register, no one in the Patel Cartel. You run into someone you know from church at the grocery store. You check in about her daughter who’s just been off to college. There are no women in hijabs and no junkies OD’ing outside the front door. You need a roof guy, her brother owns a roofing company, he and a bunch of white guys with maybe one or two Hispanics on the whole thing can do a great job. Everyone speaks English and has high quality workmanship. Your doctor is an intelligent white man with good moral formation in addition to good medical education and judgment, not some DEI hire or foreigner with questionable credentials, and CERTAINLY not an NP with an online education and a script pad who knows no more than what you yourself can google. You ask the man at GameStop what to play and it’s not some idiot with the third world stare, but a nerd who loves this stuff and will have a library in his head of games from which to choose based on what you say. The pharmacist is a white woman who speaks English and knows most of the docs who send over the scripts, and none of them have unpronounceable surnames. This is all possible btw. It’s what the boomers grew up in. It’s living memory. It sounds like a fantasy now, like a utopian joke. But it can be real. It’ll take a lot of making women, cucks, and foreigners sad, but we can achieve this.