Conquest of Harvard and Hollywood

From Memes to Myths

“Ability is nothing without opportunity.”

—Napoleon Bonaparte 

“Had Louis XVI managed to control the situation in 1789, restore order in France, Napoleon wouldn’t even be a footnote in history — just a talented artillery officer who rarely got to demonstrate his abilities.”

—Anon, FischerKing64

Building a Culture

Today the American Empire is deeply dysfunctional. 

Nearly every message distributed through traditional, legal, institutional, corporate, and cultural authorities is some form of parasitic deceit.

Every part of America is broken.  

Everything has become a scam, from overpriced medicine to the housing market; college debt to stock buybacks; mass immigration to teachers unions; gender surgery to affirmative action; synthetic meat to monetary inflation; poisonous vaccines to transgender admirals. Deceit and dysfunction surround us on all sides. 

Our enemies are numerous. 

But they are weak. Loathsome. Pathetic. Each day the skeleton of this monstrous Leviathan corrodes a little more. 

Already we can see their fear.

Terror compels them. Anxiety dances in their eyes. And the frantic, almost-begging diatribes of the regime’s journalists hints at their increasing demoralization. 

Even to the Normies, they are ridiculous. 

Soon they will be weeping, sobbing as their Potemkin villages crumble around them. 

Billionaire Psycho can taste their imminent screams. 

Sometimes Edison Blake kidnaps a group of journalists, feminist activists, and Yale professors, brings them to a secluded island… and plays a little “Hide-and Seek”. But he allows his pleading, disheveled victims to vote on the order they are selected to run naked through the island’s dense forest, sprinting towards the shoreline.

A little harmless sport. 

After all, Billionaire Psycho may be a serial killer, and a ritual cannibal, and a remorseless maniac, but he would be embarrassed to disrespect Our Sacred Democracy. Votes must be counted, and respected.

There is nothing more satisfying. 

Sometimes Billionaire Psycho enjoys “manipulating procedural outcomes”. 

There is a delicious irony to punishing these kidnapped, merciless bureaucrats with his own merciless bureaucracy.

But enough of such trivial distractions. 

For now, we do nothing to challenge this dying regime. 

Our mission, our Holy Crusade is to study the ongoing collapse… to examine the origins of Western Decline. We frogs are compiling a detailed autopsy of this Barren, Diseased Industrial Modernity.

From this data, we autists will pioneer bold solutions. 

Our actions are methodical… patient… obsessive… relentless.

In the meantime, we lift weights, eat healthy, study history, recite Nietszche, read Greek literature, practice fighting, accumulate money, seduce women, raise families, and prepare for the inevitable Power Vacuum. 

When the empire falls, we frogs must be organized enough to seize control. Disorder will soon be orderly. 

Until that day of triumph, I urge my readers to ignore the desperate Federal Entrapment of this Feminine Tyranny. 

The FBI is always intent on creating domestic terrorists, then stopping their own delusional morons, so that they can justify their budgets. This comedic, Kafkaesque tactic is effective with paranoid schizophrenics, mentally handicapped victims, embedded criminal informants, and isolated misfits. But it fails with more intelligent dissidents. 

FrogTwitter is a petri dish that selects for brilliance, resourcefulness, and fearless defiance. Censorship forbids us from vulgarity, from open declarations of our Holy Crusade, any outright blasphemy of the secular Woke religion. The subtle rules of the algorithm pressure us to remain devious. 

Suppression teaches us to be more ingenious.

We are sharpened, strengthened by these ineffective forms of censorship. 

Our humor, courage, creativity, happy brotherhood, and handsome muscles are the ultimate rebellion against this Sexual Dystopia. 

So, ignore the Feds. 

The impotent secret police who suffer constipation and erectile dysfunction. 

Mock them relentlessly. 

Above all, they are ugly and uncool. 

Even now, some dumb, rank-and-file motherfucker at the FBI is being paid to read our shytposts while his disinterested, adulterous wife carries on an affair with his regional boss. When they cross paths at work, his boss gives him a confident, smiling wink of betrayal. Four months ago, the FrogTwitter spook discovered his wife’s nude photos on her cellphone. Sent to his regional supervisor. 

Anguish and heartbreak.

A sad, lonely grief. 

At that moment, he realized his long-awaited promotion would never arrive. He would be trapped forever in FrogTwitter, monitoring the Autists and Provinical Retards, until the day he retired. 

To FBI agents, FrogTwitter is the tenth Circle of Dante’s Inferno. A low-paid humiliation. Monitoring fringe chat logs is a dead-end assignment, the peripheral Siberia of frustrated ambitions. 

We torment them with laughter and Japanese cartoons. 

The federal agent never confronted his wife. He tried. And, he cannot summon the courage. This federal agent works in law enforcement, and he knows precisely how unfairly our laws can be enforced. So does his wife. He shared all of his secrets with her. This unfaithful wife can bankrupt him, seize his house, snatch his children, remarry with his regional supervisor, and falsely accuse him of domestic abuse. 

Justice is a dead tradition in this Dying Republic. Even for Feds. 

The federal agent suffers the typical despair of any Normie man, ravaged and humiliated by no-fault divorce. 

Let him be a lesson to you.

A cautionary tale.

Any kind of violence against this Sexual Dystopia is a waste of your energy. It will accomplish nothing. 

More importantly, it would be premature. 

We have higher ambitions than the stupidity of a mass shooting, or random bombing of a doomed imperial corpse. 

Aspirational goals. 

The conquest of Harvard and Hollywood. 

We desire a beautiful, heroic world. A paradise of structured violence, barbaric masculinity, and organized autism. Talent would be cultivated. Human dignity would be restored. Beauty, courage, and honor would be sanctioned. There would be a place for all men and women to flourish, to strive towards their highest potential. 

Young families would have children, and the government would provide liquidity for their home’s down payment. The husband’s income would earn enough money to provide for a house, two cars, and a family of six. His wife would teach their children at home, and perhaps tend a small garden. Chickens would scramble inside a fenced enclosure. 

Women would adhere to strict dress codes, clothed in gorgeous, colorful styles of skirts and dresses. They would need approval from their father, husband, or brothers to deface their natural skin with garish tattoos. 

Journalists would be forced to fight Honor Duels against the citizens, politicians, and celebrities they defamed. 

Criminals would be beaten and humiliated publicly. Severe criminals would be executed swiftly… not protected by a legal gauntlet of delays, appeals, mistrials, and procedural stalling. Our judicial process has become more convoluted than a Rube Goldberg Machine. There should be a limit of one appeal per trial, rather than this game of endless debates. Today, the death penalty costs around $2 million. 

Billionaire Psycho would be happy to provide that on-demand service, free of charge. His axe is sharp, and polished.  

Pedophiles and rapists would be shackled, and then handed over to the family of their victims, to receive the gentle forgiveness of an angry father. 

Lawyers, stock brokers, and insurance agents would be sentenced to three years of grueling, exhausting manual labor, digging canals and building homes to atone for their financial parasitism. Spreadsheets sent our factories overseas. Spreadsheets deindustrialized this country, and fueled the opioid crisis. 

The assets of the Sackler family would be seized, and hostages would be taken from each branch of their OxyContin Pharma family, a classic feudal punishment known as a Bill of Attainder. Aristocrat families cannot be allowed to bribe the FDA, falsify clinical trials, publish fraudulent data, corrupt local physicians (with a patronage network of gifts, vacations, honeypots, and bribes), hide their profits in Switzerland, then poison and genocide millions of Rust Belt Americans without any consequence. 

Rich, influential American dynasties cannot be allowed to hide behind corporate bankruptcy to shield their criminal empire.

There would be Consequences for maliciously-designed externalities. Today, ordinary citizens only get as much justice as they can afford. 

Our fake spreadsheet economy would be transformed into factories, farms, and physical production.

Schools would feed children nutritious meals… handsome bodybuilders would train the young boys to sprint, and wrestle, and race, and lift weights with proper form (to prevent injury, or chronic inflammation caused by poor technique).

We would replace the sexual perversion of Drag Queen Story Hour with the intense, athletic calisthenics of Bronze Age Bodybuilding. 

Our immigration laws would be reformed… only the best, most talented immigrants would be permitted to settle the nation. Among men, we would prioritize handsome warriors, patent inventors, and rich businessmen. But the crown jewel would be beautiful, fertile women between the ages of 18-25, and tens of millions of these premium mares would be given in arranged marriages to the NEETs and Incels — in exchange for military service. 

We will flood the sexual market with pussy. 

And it will be premium quality. 

Not the inferior, blue-haired, tattooed, tongue-pierced sluts that populate this dying Republic.

Supply and demand. It’s time to lower the price of sex. 

Dilute their shares on an industrial scale. 

The market has been distorted. Fraudulent. Now it’s time for a dramatic economic correction. Authentic price discovery is long overdue on embittered single mothers with jiggling cellulite, drooping breasts, and a federally-subsidized job in Human Resources, or Medical Administration, where miserable women serve as the moral Inquisitors of this Feminine Tyranny.

Our government has removed women’s economic need for husbands, by supplying fake jobs. This liberates women to pursue sexual relationships with rare Alphas like Billionaire Psycho, an unapologetic jerk who will never commit.

In between Alpha flings with Edison Blake, women suffer prolonged, enraged celibacy. 

During this painful withdrawal from their orgasmic addictions (a shortage of dopamine, endorphins, and oxytocin), AWFL thots attempt to destroy civilization. So far, they are failing to find happiness, or secure a durable relationship, but they are succeeding in sharing their bitter discontent — and wrecking the economy. 

These women are sexually frustrated, intensely dick-deprived, and their incoherent rage has been weaponized to terrorize white-collar industry. Women were sold the fantasy of Sex in the City. Women were sold the fantasy of Eat, Pray, Love. 

Our culture deceived them. 

Today, average women scorn average men. 

The idea of marrying a mechanic, a farmer, a plumber, a salesman, an accountant, a Marine, or a truck driver disgusts them. Blue-collar careers are low-status. These mediocre, wrinkled whores are waiting for the billionaire vampire Olympian swimmer in his early thirties that Twilight, and Fifty Shades of Grey showcased — a rich businessman stalker who never works, never sleeps, never manages his employees, never invests in risky ventures, and only fucks her in a BDSM dungeon with the champion discipline of a trained athlete.

Sophisticated advertising campaigns subverted their primal instincts. And for what? Empty consumerism. Frivolous consumption, and broken homes. This feminine sexual frustration has tampered with every decisionmaking institution. 

Expired egg cartons must be shelved. 

We frogs demand blonde, Ukrainian refugees with baseline of 32DD. We demand Japanese waifu with schoolgirl uniform, lithe waist, perky breasts, and long black hair. We demand Polynesian tomboy with dimples, plump breasts, and copper-brown tan. We demand sultry Colombian pageant queen with ruby-red lips, Castilian nose, almond-shaped eyes, and phat ass. We demand Nigerian track star with slender legs and phat ass of African gazelle, sculpted by sprints, marathons, and hundred daily squats. We demand buxom Jewish librarian with framed glasses, bimbo giggle, red hair, ivory-white skin, and puffy nipples. 

These metrics will be rigidly enforced, judged by a panel of certified Autists to ensure Quality Control. 

Nubile women will be evaluated according to Motorola’s standards of Six Sigma, proven to minimize or eliminate defects. 

Today, American women are overweight, neurotic, unfriendly, and resentful. Competition will inspire them to lose weight, submit, smile with kindness, and behave with proper modesty. 

Soon, they will be banned from Instagram, TikTok, and all other forms of social media. Their narcissistic, solipsistic brains were not designed to receive this Excess Attention. 

Deus Vult.

Our pathetic, emasculated, oversocialized boys will be sculpted into heroic Spartan infantry, the same way that Napoleon Bonaparte took the hapless French army and transformed them into the elite legions of Europe. 

Our men will be fearsome… and fearless. 

There will be a Caesar… perhaps a certain Billionaire Psycho shall rule with supreme power. 

There is no room for compromise.

None.

Never, never, and never again shall we frogs negotiate with the morons who created this Sexual Dystopia.

The future is ours. We are here to MOG.

Carpe Diem. 

We face a moral choice between sterile Promiscuity, and heroic Aristocracy. We cannot live with both. These future timelines are incompatible. 

Dream big. 

Dream bold. 

Our plans must be provocative. 

Architects of Emasculation

Why are American men spineless? Why are American boys so passive, cowardly, childish, impotent?

How did this happen? 

There are reasons.

There are empirical causes, and villains with names.  

This is not an accident, or some genetic mystery. The chemical decline in testosterone can be measured. 

The simultaneous, convergent impact of nutrition, industrial seed oils, xenoestrogens, microplastics, endocrine disruptors, GMO foods, pesticides, antibiotics, industrial stressors, and psychotropics is extremely difficult to measure. These problems appear in every aspect of life. Insomnia is induced by the electromagnetic radiation of blue light, emitted by every computer, tablet, and iPhone. Blue light interferes with the body’s circadian rhythm and the hormonal production of melatonin. 

No doubt there are similar unseen stressors that exert their subtle harms on an industrial scale. 

Today’s environment is historically novel. The last three hundred years of rapid Scientific Discovery has thrust mankind into unfamiliar territory.

Separating one chemical poison from another is a strenuous assignment. 

These are called “confounding variables”.  

Important signals are drowned out by cluttered, cacophonous background noise. 

Consider that it took sixty years to prove beyond a reasonable doubt that tobacco and cigarettes were contributing to lung cancer, emphysema, heart attacks, infertility, birth defects, strokes, stomach ulcers, and reducing average lifespan by 5-8 years. 

During those decades, doctors promoted tobacco as beneficial to digestion, and beloved actresses promoted cigarettes as sexually enticing. Almost 90% of men smoked cigarettes in the 1950s.  

So, the chemical poisons of this Barren, Diseased Industrial Modernity are complex, invisible, pervasive, and defy simple analysis.

Social, cultural, and economic triggers are more obvious. 

Simpler to identify.

Let’s talk about the education system, a sophisticated matrix of public indoctrination. 

From an early age, masculinity is “nudged” out of children.

Conformity is promoted.

This behavioral modification is implemented through pervasive, decentralized, environmental Choice Architecture that exerts a constant downward pressure on individual human potential. 

Like gravity, it is everywhere. A constant weight. A struggle so common, so pervasive, that it becomes completely forgettable. 

As Sir Arthur Conan Doyle said, “There is nothing more deceptive than an obvious fact.” And this deceptive, artificial gravity of Architected Emasculation is so ever-present that we frogs have forgotten the unnatural, manufactured nature of this Sexual Dystopia.  

Masculinity is punished. 

Sometimes harshly. Sometimes randomly. And these harsh, random punishments adhere nicely to the addictive psychological formula of a Direct Feedback Loop administered with a Variable Payout. Video games apply the same logic to incentivize addiction, paid subscription, in-game purchases, and long-term dependency. So do casinos. And social media. 

These punishments begin during childhood. 

Incrementally, bureaucratically these penalties continue into adulthood, quietly escalating in terms of severity. 

Courage is ostracized. 

Brotherhood is forbidden.

Self-confidence is condemned as rude, arrogant. 

“Sources and citations” are demanded for every factual claim. 

Excellence is besieged from every angle. 

Boys are hammered down like Whack-a-Mole at an indoor arcade. Each time they are loud, or energetic, or creative, or aggressive, or excited, that innate vitalism is shushed and shamed and punished with a thousand tools of maternal suppression. Passion is scolded. Self-defense is punished the same as bullying. Weakness is conditioned, rewarded, and reinforced with the proven psychological techniques of Pavlov. 

Mustangs are broken into mules.

Our teachers are women, and women create the exact men they despise. 

Tradcon Christianity urges men to build themselves into useful, diligent martyrs, without any mention of the underlying causes of this Sexual Dystopia. The Tradcons are completely unwilling to discipline women, or examine modernity. They offer men nothing except suffering, obligations, and indefinite tragedies. 

The desired outcome is to produce oversocialized, obedient drones who tirelessly sacrifice themselves without complaint. This was the Soviet goal of the Stakhanovite movement, and our regime has tried to achieve the same goals with indirect methods. 

Our Hive needs an expendable caste of insects. 

Consider some alternative nightmares.

The Soviet Union, Nazi Germany, Mussolini’s Italy, Maoist China, Francoist Spain, Pinochet’s Chile, and Imperial Japan were Masculine Tyrannies. Brutal violence enforced clear, unforgiving laws. The government behaved like a stern, abusive father. There were gulags, beatings, executions, torture, asset seizures, ethnic progroms, population displacements, and conscription. 

Violence manifested to various degrees. But these concepts are familiar to my readers, because the American people have been educated to recognize masculine brutality.

We live in a Feminine Tyranny. 

The Happy Land of Hysterium.

Laws are unclear. Sexual consent is ambiguous. Prosecution is selectively enforced. Plans are vague, and solutions are less important than moralistic posturing. Technological innovation is suppressed, bold risks are prohibited, nuclear power is handicapped, safety is prioritized above genuine achievement, wealth is considered unfair, and there is no accountability from anyone in charge. 

Our government is arthritic, menopausal. We live under a feminine gerontocracy. The regime is characterized by Performative Morality, blind consensus, decentralized nagging, and typical female incompetence. 

To speak basic truths is criminal. 

Billionaire Psycho is an unapologetic monster. 

Hatred brought Edison Blake here to FrogTwitter, to commune with his brother autists, and to envision the better future we will build in the ruins of this Dying Republic. 

Righteous fury smolders in his heart. Intense hatred of this Barren, Diseased Industrial Modernity.

He dreams of lions, and fangs smeared with blood. 

But the Happy Land of Hysterium has other plans for her future. 

Her ideal man is an optimistic, hardworking, submissive, obese Forrest Gump. 

The ideal citizen shuts up, pays his taxes, swallows worms, gender-transitions his children to be androgynous janissaries, blows off his legs in Afghanistan, worships immigrants and blacks with a cringe self-loathing, allows his STD-infected and SSRI-addicted wife to cuckold him in an open marriage… and Trusts Experts more than he trusts God, his friends, or his own judgment. 

He eats shit without complaint. And then he asks for another meal. 

That’s their vision for our future. 

Welcome to the Longhouse.

Children in public schools are weighed down by Choice Architecture. And it is designed to break them through gradual, incremental erosion. 

Any boy with fire in his heart is drugged to compliance. Nearly one in seven boys has been drugged with Ritalin, Adderall, Vyvanse, or Concerta to produce passive, obedient robots. In 2020, ADHD prescriptions were a $10 billion industry. Widespread pharmaceuticals are one of the key pillars upholding this Feminine Tyranny. 

America is the world’s leader in single mothers. 

More than six million boys are being raised without a father. Where are they supposed to find a masculine example? 

The question answers itself. 

No-fault divorce has replaced fathers with welfare, alimony, and fake administrative jobs. 

So I say this to the young men — you have been Betrayed by your elders, your government. They collectively drugged, indoctrinated, impoverished, isolated, and emasculated you. 

But their plans will fail — because they are weak and stupid. 

This regime will soon destroy itself, as failures compound upon failures, and self-inflicted problems crescendo to more terminal catastrophes. We must patiently suffer through the end of the American Empire, enduring countless hardships and ideological absurdities. A gorgeous frontier awaits us in the distance. 

God stands against them. 

FrogTwitter gives us the tools to communicate, share our knowledge, dream of tomorrow, and organize in preparation of that better future. 

Our revenge is to rise above the ruins, escape the collapsing American Empire, and make this forceful commitment: No matter what happens, we REFUSE to break. We frogs are a fearless brotherhood dedicated to chasing excellence of the human ideal. We are warriors, scholars, scientists. We are the legions, the warlords of Kansas and Ohio. 

Victory nears. 

Our revenge is to live beautiful, meaningful, purposeful lives. To achieve our glorious potential in defiance of this hollow empire, and to be handsome, and happy, and valiant fathers.

The Boomers were complacent. They watched and complained, yet did nothing to prevent this Western decay. 

We frogs are men of action. 

Future Horizons 

Everyone knows this regime is nearing the end.

The timing is unpredictable.  

Our challenge is to build ourselves into the champions of the future. We need a Lycurgus, the Spartan Lawgiver who overthrew their traditional government in a coup, achieved lasting reforms, created the archetypal Spartan hoplites, and established the sacred laws of the Great Rhetra. 

We need a Caesar. 

That day will come. But when it arrives, our Caesar will need a fearsome army of self-actualized legions. 

Today we must pray, fast intermittently, study, exercise, amass property, and prepare. Each week we must grow stronger, smarter, more daring, more resolute. 

Each industry, each sector of modern life is another battlefield for us to conquer. We frogs aspire to greatness in all areas. 

Fables and Frogs 

Dreamers will build this future. 

Do not underestimate the power of stories.

All opulent, formidable civilizations were built upon a mythical bedrock. 

FrogTwitter is the Silicon Valley, the Paris, the Disney of our time. This territory is a cultural hub, a magnet for ambitious, aspirational storytellers. 

You have read some of these artists already — ZeroHPLovecraft, Paulos MythPilot, Delicious Tacos, and “Bad” Billy Pratt. There will be others. More amphibious creatures will arise from this fetid swamp, menacing nightmares with crocodile jaws, scaled abdominals, and golden eyes gleaming with horrific epiphanies.

Dangerous wisdom. 

The possibilities are obvious to an artist like Billionaire Psycho. We are building the future, and discovering it, amid an ocean of tragedy. 

The frogs are coalescing into a ruthless Counter-Elite.

Our current rulers are ugly, stupid, and incompetent because of Bioleninism — dysgenic, negative talent selection that prioritizes loyalty and compliance (at the expense of talent). 

It’s an effective strategy for building a political coalition of outsiders, losers, and nihilistic misfits. But the downside is obvious. Any display of talent is viewed as subversive, never to be trusted or promoted. Any independent thinker is soon eliminated from the ranks of the Deep State. 

The permanent bureaucracy. 

Nobody questions the regime’s self-inflicted disasters. Nobody intelligent remains among the bureaucracy to internally challenge their worst mistakes, preventing frivolous blunders from being implemented on a global scale. 

Savoring the victory of Entryism, these self-loathing imposters complain of Imposter Syndrome.

This creates a dumb, incompetent government that stumbles drunkenly from crisis to crisis, leapfrogging from hysteria to hysteria. The enraged regime brutalizes the baffled Normies, and then blames her victims for noticing their lives are deteriorating. 

The Happy Land of Hysterium. 

Hollywood has become an echo of past grandeur, reduced to recycling Star Wars and Marvel, because Hollywood is the mouthpiece of a dysfunctional, decaying regime that lacks any sort of aspirational vision. The Woke religion demands self-loathing, self-flagellation, homosexual absurdity, and the ritual humiliations of white citizens. Nobody enjoys this circus. Resentment of beauty, normality is all that remains. 

Cinema, television, and the book publishing industry are ripe to be conquered. 

We frogs will do it.

Unlike the polite, complacent Boomers who surrendered this country to demonic entropy and depravity, we dissidents are gangsters, barbarians, crusaders, ravenous carnivores. 

We frogs are men of action.

Today we are crafting a masculine aesthetic to MOG the old world, to seduce aimless dreamers, to revitalize emasculated men, to humiliate this deceptive, performative regime that delights in ritual humiliation. 

Our strength grows. 

Passage Prize heralds the future of our movement. That remarkable writing contest hosted by Lomez, judged by ZHP, funded and supported by many others, is a marvelous achievement. Passage Prize marks the beginning of a parallel artistic community, gathering dissidents beneath a shared banner, planting the seeds to a virulent weed that will proliferate until it strangles and consumes the petrified, atrophied forest of Hollywood… and the ossified desert of the New York literary scene. 

Scattered frogs are coalescing. 

Deus Vult.

But that small tournament signals our present capability as well, and the unpleasant reality is, our current talent pool is inadequate. 

We frogs have mastered the art of memes, deploying cartoons as digital weapons of a masterful, decentralized insurgency. Mimetic warfare has punctured the Woke religion with hilarious, pithy barbs. 

They fume, sob, and rage in response to our juvenile taunts. 

Cope and seethe.

But the principles and techniques of crafting a complex, immersive narrative are unfamiliar to the frogs.  

Storytelling requires disciplined mechanics. 

Storytelling involves big ideas, but also fascinating characters, elegant structure, lovely prose, dramatic momentum, dizzying plot twists, and eternal themes of the human condition. There are a hundred other skills that go unnoticed by the readers — except when their narrative functionality is strangely absent. 

Our movement has plenty of raw, undeveloped potential.

This dysfunctional regime rejects anyone with authentic talent, integrity, or courage. Top performers are sidelined, because any standard of measurable productivity threatens their cozy sinecures. A thin, dwindling handful of clever bureaucrats have been grandfathered into the status quo, but they are scheduled to retire soon. 

The holiness spiral will whirl even faster. 

FrogTwitter is a community of brilliant, enthusiastic autodidacts. There are soldiers, mechanics, scientists, mathematicians, bodybuilders, physicians, businessmen, farmers, and autistic retards of every variety.

Painted clowns such as Billionaire Psycho.

This fringe community is full of perceptive intellectuals, and underemployed prodigies who range two standard deviations above the median IQ. 

But most of the frogs were only taught how to write boring, verbose essays for public school. 

At the moment, their writing is weak, predictable, repetitive, inefficient. Often their stories are inferior copycats of ZHP, featuring bugmen who dwell in solar-powered dystopias. And similar themes. 

Perhaps imitation is the highest form of flattery, but successful personal brands capture market share through product differentiation.

Although passionate, today these frogs remain amateurs who produce clumsy, rambling narratives… lacking structure… lacking dramatic tension… lacking secrets or deceits that simulate life’s uncertainty… lacking symbolic moral choices to define the hero… lacking any clear purpose. 

Many of the frogs don’t know how to compose a scene, or finish a story, or design a character arc, or craft efficient dialogue, or balance exposition against pacing. 

Not to worry.

All of these skills can be trained, analyzed, practiced, improved, mastered. All these problems can be solved. 

Remember the attitude of a champion: “Nothing is your fault, everything is your responsibility.”

Over the following days, weeks, and months, Billionaire Psycho will contribute as much as he can to solve this communal deficiency.

Perhaps Edison Blake can help his brother frogs.  

Humbly, respectfully, Billionaire Psycho will share his technical insights into the art of professional storytelling — lessons accumulated from many years studying and profiting from photography, advertising, television, cinema, comics, poetry, and prose.

Raw artists will transform into vibrant dreamers.  

Our rebellious dreams will ferment in this digital swamp.

Our swamp will conquer Harvard and Hollywood.