A person is like a skittle factory. Your personality is the Rube Goldberg machine clicking and whirring on the assembly floor. The core loop is the fuel powering the factory— your dementia personality. The gas nobody sees but everyone smells. Everyday, reality delivers raw ingredients to your loading dock— conversations, meetings, weather, weird eye contact with strangers— and your factory processes this arbitrary shit into something predictable: your particular flavor of reality. Your skittles.

But for the New Right, there is no perimeter and there is no interior — immigrant crime in Sweden matters far more than whatever is happening next door in your actual physical town. If a MAGA fan’s town became 10% whiter, or people started going to church more, he wouldn’t even know it until some influencer quoted the statistics to him on X. The New Right is an online fandom, and its victories or defeats will all be online too.