The time of testing
Eleven years. Three jobs. Every single one lost due to "corporate restructuring".
Have you ever heard the phrase: "Once is happenstance, twice is coincidence - three times is enemy action"? Well, I'm living proof of the veracity of that one.
Just like that, six and a half years of hard work and service to my employer were gone. All of the good work that I had done, all of the benefits that I had brought to the trading desks, all of the relationships that I had forged within and outside of Finance - gone. As if none of it had ever mattered or existed.
There was anger at the way I was treated - and even more so at the way that the business and the colleagues that I had spent so much time and effort over so many years trying to help, were treated. Anger at the fact that projects that simply could not be completed without my direct help and intervention were now stuck in limbo, with potentially disastrous consequences for the business itself.
The pain was worse. Pain caused by the fact that I am once again abruptly facing the end of my time in America, with complete uncertainty as to what the future holds. It is likely that, by early June, I will leave the USA - and will not return, at least not anytime soon.
Well... not so fast. I personally have long argued that the H-1B system is severely abused and needs serious reform. When the H-1B is used as an "outsourcing visa" to replace skilled American workers with much cheaper foreign labour who take the same jobs back to overseas nations (and usually end up doing the job much worse and more slowly), that is outrageous and must be stopped. I have said so for years.
At any rate, this latest setback has taught me some very harsh lessons, which if I am honest with myself were probably a long time in coming.
Lesson 1: The System is Rigged
And it is so at every level - and that knowledge still makes me angry, even now, because it forces me to realise that I was raised and prepared for a world that no longer exists.
I did what I was supposed to do for years. I went to the "right" schools - first to highly prestigious private institutions for all of my schooling years, then to a top-tier global university and an Ivy League school for postgraduate education.
I tried to conform to the corporate line in all three of my workplaces. After I got into a bit of trouble at my second employer for being a little too free about my political opinions, I learned to keep quiet about them in my third - though I still landed in soup once, several years ago, for creating a "hostile work environment" for a completely useless and unqualified woman.
It was all for naught. "Following the rules" just lined me up to get shot. Repeatedly.
Today the idea of working hard and earning one's way up the ranks seems laughably stupid. Competence, skill, and a marked intolerance for stupidity are no longer valuable attributes - but the ability to play politics, to work within and around the system, and to toady up to powerful managers, is rewarded.
This is not news, obviously. Anyone who has read and learned from Robert Greene's The 48 Laws of Power will know quite well that the greatest favour and power comes to those who do not attempt to outshine their masters, who turn their greatest enemies into their best friends, and who combine flawless talent with absolute ruthlessness.
The problem is that these traits are not natural to men raised to be honest, honourable, and forthright. Such men are the easiest of all to manipulate and setup for failure, because the demands of honour and righteous conduct make a man highly predictable.
Nonetheless, this lesson must be learned. The modern corporate ladder is designed specifically to stop the competent and independent-minded from advancing, to inflict arbitrary punishments that are neither fair nor proportionate, and to avoid transparency and honesty as much as possible.
This is an extremely hard and bitter pill to swallow. The knowledge that everything that you were told about how to succeed in life is a lie, is never easy to handle.
Any man who has "taken the red pill" when it comes to modern women and dating knows how that feels. But it is one thing to know that everything one has been taught about dating, sex, marriage, and women is a lie - these things can be fixed or worked around; you can still work "within the system" to get what you want in that arena by learning and practicing a bit of game. It works, too.
It is another thing entirely to learn that it just does not matter what one does to achieve professional success - because there is no way to "work within" that system. There is no path to success. It is not possible to achieve one's goals that way, because the system itself is designed to destroy you simply because you think differently.
The fastest way to break and crush a man's spirit is to give him hope - and then make that hope an unreachable impossibility. In the words of Bane - "there can be no true despair without hope". That is what was done to me, and I have to admit, it was exceedingly well done by those responsible.
Lesson 2: Antifragility Uber Alles
Each of us, and especially those of us on the Right, must redouble our efforts to become truly antifragile.
This is easy to say but much harder to do. Those of us who are not independently wealthy rely on others to pay us for our time and efforts. We engage in one of the three types of labour - a job, a career, or a business. But ultimately, we depend on others for our sustenance, and the more concentrated those funnels of revenue are, the more vulnerable we are.
Those of us who work for a single corporate employer are extremely vulnerable, as I was (and am forced to be, because of work visas and such). Those who rely on social media platforms like YouTube, Instagram, Twitter, Facebook, and others, are also pretty vulnerable (though somewhat less so). Those who depend on SJW-heavy vendors and middleware sources like Amazon, eBay, PayPal, Patreon, or GoFundMe, are still highly vulnerable.
In military terms - these are our supply lines, and they lie directly within enemy territory. All the enemy has to do is seek and destroy them.
So for me, the lesson is absolutely clear: I have to find ways to diversify my sources of income by starting up my own businesses that provide independent revenue streams that cannot be dislocated by some bitch in HR with a room-temperature IQ and an iPhone shoved up her pompous ass.
That, of course, is also easier said than done. It is one thing to start up a website. It is a different thing entirely to monetise it. But it has to be done.
For the rest of us, the lesson is the same: diversify your sources of income, and diversify the places where you hold the resulting free cash. The SJW infestation of the West's institutions is reaching critical mass; it is getting to the point where an honest man cannot reliably make a living anymore, but those same SJWs depend entirely on those honest men for their own livelihoods. They are parasites that eventually kill their hosts, and as such, you must learn to rid yourself of their disease to the greatest extent possible.
Lesson 3: ALWAYS Have an Eff You Fund
Now this lesson was one that I learned years ago, and learned very well indeed. After my second layoff, I realised that I needed to set aside at least a year's worth of cash, if not more. I spent years living well below my means, not taking on any debt of any kind, refusing to overextend myself. The result was a comfortable if boring lifestyle rooted in a routine that just worked for me.
Make no mistake, I sacrificed a lot to make that possible. While others were out partying on weeknights or weekends, spending money in clubs and bars and chasing women, or wasting it in expensive restaurants or luxury boutiques, I would be at home, cooking my own food and watching a movie or reading a book.
It was, and is, a difficult and lonely lifestyle that very few men, even the most introverted, can easily embrace. Fewer still can claim to enjoy it.
But the benefit of it was that, when this latest kick in the face landed, I had (and have) well over a year's worth of cold hard cash on hand. And that is before severance and retirement savings.
Trust me when I say this, as someone who has been through three separate layoffs: when you do not have to worry about money in the bank, you have a far greater ability to recover from a serious setback.
If I wanted to, I could simply give up on living in the USA completely - hell, I could give up on living in the entire Western world - and just bugger off to Asia for a couple of years and hang out on the beaches in Thailand or Vietnam.
I have to admit - that thought is sorely tempting. No more American winters, no more Anglobitches, no more American taxes, no more struggling against a system that clearly hates straight men and wants to see us enslaved - there is a lot to like about the idea.
Lesson 4: Faith, Family, Friends
When something like this happens, you learn very quickly who your friends are and who you can count on.
It says quite a lot that many of the colleagues that I worked beside and helped and mentored for over six years did nothing more than email me with good wishes upon learning the news. That was it.
A few - a precious few - went well above and beyond that, and called up or responded to ask what they could do to help. Those are the people who are worth more than any amount of gold, because they are the ones you can count on to have your back in a crisis.
My family has also been a source of much comfort and support during a very difficult time. My sister in particular, has gone out of her way to call every few days and see how I am doing. When she heard what had happened, she decided to fly in over that weekend and insisted that we go for a long drive somewhere, to take my mind off my troubles for a while.
So we drove up to visit some old family friends in Connecticut, whom I have visited several times before and am very fond of. That short trip was exactly what I needed. I spent a day and a night in the company of a wonderful married couple and their two rambunctious kids, in a seemingly chaotic family environment that actually makes perfect sense to a family-oriented homebody like me. And it helped put things into perspective.
The day before that trip, I walked into the Catholic church that I have been visiting of late, and attended Friday Mass. And that, too, put things into perspective.
I have no doubt that I am being tested, for the Lord does not help those who do not first help themselves. He is not some magical wish-granting Macguffin. His Law requires and demands discipline, strength, willpower, and obedience - but His rewards for undertaking His difficult tasks are great indeed.
I have seen and felt His power, and I no longer question it.
When all of your best laid plans "aft gang agley", so to speak, you will discover very quickly that the people you can depend upon are few in number - but infinitely valuable for that. Only three things will get you through the ordeal that lies ahead: faith, family, and friends.
Do not abandon them when the times are good, because they, and only they, will be there for you when times are bad.
So What Now?
For days after this latest setback, I lay awake in the very early morning driving myself crazy thinking of all of the challenges that I now face - in terms of finding new employment and getting my work permit and visa sorted out, or in terms of having to pack up and head back to the old country and start all over again.
At those times, in the quiet and the darkness, the thought of just giving up, of checking out completely and leaving the West for good, never to return, to just abandon Western civilisation to its richly deserved destruction, became an overwhelming temptation. It would be so easy, too - just leave it all behind and become a nomadic ghost rider, and spend my days chasing skirts and living the hedonist's dream.
The mornings and days brought clarity and focus. It was not, and is not, in me to just give up and give in. My father did not raise me to be a quitter. I have spent over five years writing of the need for masculine focus, self-improvement, sovereignty, and independence - and I have written repeatedly about how the path of the righteous man is an extremely hard one, full of obstacles and pain.
I realised that if I just gave up and checked out, I would be nothing more than a giant hypocrite, just another keyboard warrior long on rhetoric but short on substance.
So I carry on.
If it is my fate to leave the USA, then so be it - I will not repay the goodness and generosity of this country that I love by breaking its immigration laws and outstaying my welcome. (That attitude, by the way, explains exactly why I have such contempt for illegal immigrants - because they make a mockery of the very laws that I obey.)
I continue to lift, to train, to write, and to seek out new opportunities. I continue to go to church and attend Friday Mass. I continue to try to improve my mind and harden my body.
I have broken down my goals into three time-frames - short-term, medium-term, and long-term.
Short-term, it is simple: find a new employer, and a new job.
Medium-term, build up my skills and move from a job to a career.
Long-term, become fully independent in terms of income and location so that no idiot manager, witless bean-counter, incompetent managing director, or HR cunt, can ever again inflict the kind of damage that I have suffered three times now.
It will be a long and difficult road ahead. The time of testing that I have been predicting for years is upon all of us Men of the West - and upon me in a very personal way.
So be it.