Building 7 Is Not A Magic Bullet

Or: why you cannot truth-bomb Normies into Awakeness

Back in the days when I was still considered safe enough to have my own ‘Me’ column in the Spectator, my brother Dick bumped into one of my more red-pilled fans at a party and got a bit of feedback. “Tell your brother he’s right on quite a lot of things, but he still has some way to go before he gets to the bottom of everything!”

  “Like what?” I asked D…