How To Groom Commissars

The tale of Yuri's first encounter with a college Maoist struggle session

Comrades: As kids head back to school, stay vigilant. It is every parent’s duty to impart critical thinking and push back against indoctrination. All it takes is one generation to reverse demoralization with strong parenting and education. My homeschooling curriculum can be found here. Below is my tale of encountering commissar grooming on campus almost 20 years ago.

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Every commissar spawned from a Maoist struggle session. They are now leading them at USNWR’s Top 15 demoralized universities and beyond. How do commissars like Crystal Williams and Becky Pringle get started? Here is the story of my first hand experience with commissar grooming on campus.

Before college, I had a normal childhood growing up in the Golden Age of Pax Americana. What do I mean by normal? We horsed around the neighborhood with friends of all races and religions. No one had a smart phone, so all playing was spontaneous and in person. We made jokes and used words that are verboten today. It didn’t matter if you were a jock, nerd, skater, or mean girl - everyone could dish it out and take it.

Concerts were like this:

Teachers focused on teaching and not indoctrinating. I don’t recall a single politicized lesson at my public high school. No rainbow flags, no trans kids - maybe a few were gay but they weren’t mistreated for it. The main focus was figuring out whose parents were away over the weekend so we could throw a house party. I never cared about politics until several friends lost loved ones during 9/11; it was a traumatic event for the world and everyone will remember where they were when they first heard the news. Looking back, we now know that was the beginning of Mass Formation Psychosis, endless wars, and managed decline.

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Somehow I was accepted into an Ivy League school, which is every Asian parents’ dream. The summer before freshman year, I received an invitation to a pre-orientation program for minority students. I didn’t think anything of it and RSVP’d because it would allow me to move into my dorm a week early. A few months later I remember the thrill of waving bye to my parents, free to do whatever I wanted. Several other students in my dorm had also arrived. One joked about the irony that he was invited to the minority pre-orientation because he was an immigrant, but he was from the Caucasus region. We became fast friends.

The following day, pre-orientation programming began. At the opening convocation a Marxist facilitator announced: “We are in a colonized space. This institution was built by slavery. Our people died and struggled so you could be here. Raise your hand if you have experienced the trauma of racism in your life.” Suddenly the mood shifted. Everyone nervously looked around before raising their hands. It only got worse from there. I rolled my eyes and thought to myself, are these really our best and brightest? I decided not to attend any more official events. The Caucasus comrade, I, and a few others spent the rest of the week exploring campus on our own and doing normal college things like watching The Wire and playing beer pong.

Due to the struggle sessions, cliques between the BIPOC students had already solidified by the time the rest of the students arrived for orientation. Dining halls remained visibly segregated throughout college. Sadly, many once-innocent students bought into their new identities as the victimized oppressed. They have now “grown up” into the fragile DEI administrators, ESG apparatchiks, NGO bootlickers, BLM grifters, and groomer teachers who are running rotten institutions into the ground and turning the next generation into their Red Guards. 15 years ago, these struggle sessions were confined to lefty campuses like my alma mater. Now they are happening at earlier ages all over the country - Libs of Tik Tok featured one here.

To escape the woke mob, I joined a fraternity and became close friends with guys from a wide variety of backgrounds. It was an oasis of sharp wits, open debate, and cold beers. Sports teams and fraternities are the few student groups remaining that form deeper bonds of shared values and sacrifice, beyond superficial traits. That is precisely why commissars are trying to eradicate them. Locker room talk and toxic masculinity cannot be allowed under the regime. Straight men and women having a good time stirs intense jealousy from the miserable commissars. The Duke lacrosse and UVA fraternity rape hoaxes set the narrative for extermination. Over the past few years, many universities used COVID as an excuse to further gut athletics and Greek Life. Some of them cut varsity sports without giving any prior notice to athletes, coaches, and commits.

The chad fraternity vs virgin administrator conflict summed up in one video:

When I was pledging, a senior dropped drunk wisdom: the friends I’d make and life lessons learned in the fraternity house would be far more valuable than the time spent in classrooms or libraries. He was right of course and has done quite well for himself since then. During the year that I served in a leadership position, I had to deal with several Karen/bugman administrators whose sole purpose was to harass and penalize us. Due process does not exist on campus and commissars want to extend that to the entire world.

Not long after I graduated, my fraternity and most of the other Greek houses were kicked off campus for absurdly minor infractions. There are whispers that students are running them underground now, which gives me hope. Greek life is not perfect, but it is far better than the DEI cult. Poor behavior by individual chapters and individual members should not lead to collective guilt of the entire system. I would vouch for the character of every fraternity brother in my chapter house, except one - ironically he is now a doctor.

If you encounter a commissar, remember the Yuri maxim: You cannot reason with a demoralized person. Like Matt Walsh and Alex Stein, mock them with simple questions like “What is a woman?” Build a strong community to remove them from their perches of petty power. Winning hearts and minds of normies is critical, but it’s easy because all you have to do is be fun and not insane. Every day we go stronger and the commissars grow weaker, as their TFR approaches zero by throwing themselves into the Waffen WEF bullets. Never interrupt your enemy when they are making a mistake.

The only reason I still use Facebook is to observe this lemming like subspecies as David Attenborough would. Commissars live miserable existences in dirty crime-ridden Karenland FUPAZ. Most are in poor physical and mental health, relying on pharmaceuticals and therapy to function. The few that function well enough to mate are more excited about abortions than starting a family. Any commissar child who manages not to get aborted will be weakened by his or her parents through grooming, masking, and jabbing until they experience “sudden death” from “climate change”. They will devour each other as their house of cards collapses.

Why didn’t I fall prey to commissar grooming? Nature and nurture. Yuri Sr. and my grandfather both stood up against the Commies. My parents always reminded me to tell it like it is, have a good time, and never trust the government. Even when I was a kindergartner who didn’t know what a Communist was, my instinct was to torment one who was put in charge of babysitting me.

One week, my neighbor’s grandfather was tasked to pick us up from the school bus and look after us until our parents got home from work. He was a nice old man, but was a veteran of the CCP People’s Liberation Army (unbeknownst to me). Instead of walking home with him and my neighbor as I was instructed, I decided to run. For hours, I forced him to summon all of his guerrilla training to track me down. Eventually my parents came home to join the search and I surrendered, then was appropriately disciplined.

It took the CCP 25 years to complete their Long March to power in China. It took the woke commissars and their WEF masters 50 years to complete their Long March in the West. How long will it take the Long Reawakening to reclaim our world from the commissars? Truth, fun, and time are on our side. Onwards, happy warriors!

2 simple lines for dealing with groomers: