And that redpill is "I won't work for you again." It's kind of difficult to describe how hard this seems to hit people, because it's a blindside at least from their perspective, I think. They will hire me to do a job, and I'll do it. And again, without trying to sound full of myself, I get a lot of compliments about my work. I've had clients tell me I am the most pleasant person they have ever met, I made their dreams come true, fluffy stuff like that. I pride myself on providing good customer service as well as quality work. I'm a good tradesman but I am also a good businessman. But as I do jobs, I notice things about people. A woman wanted me to build her an office in her backyard, which I did, but in doing so I found out she was a liberal dyke who hates the patriarchy. I replaced another woman's stairs and she clearly had TDS. I installed a new doorway for some guy and overheard him cackling while watching the Daily Show or some similar shit. Each one of these people, and others, were ecstatic with my work. And they always had some other project they wanted me to look at or work on. And when they started talking about it, I would always interrupt them and tell them whatever they were asking, the answer was no. I'm always cordial at worst. I try to build a genuine report with everyone of my clients, because I know how it is dealing with some contractors. So I imagine it is like a friend suddenly telling you "I don't want to speak to you again." You would think some of them would get irate or angry, but the response is always "What did I do?" or something along those lines. And I explain to them I heard or saw such and such, and it is against what I believe, and because I am essentially honorable I fulfilled my word, but beyond that it would feel immoral for me to engage in any more business with them. And when I drop that on them, you can see it in their face how much of an impact it has on them. Some simply accept it and move on, others try to negotiate thinking I want more money, but I've never once had one of them try to shame me or otherwise argue that what I was saying or doing is wrong. They are always wounded by it though. At the end of the day, the answer is always no. And nothing they do or say from that point will convince me otherwise. And it is the one redpill I've used that seems to have even a glimmer of hope as far as changing how a hardcore leftie thinks. I think there are two main factors to it. The first is I have demonstrated a unique ability to which they are being denied access to, not because of who they are or where they are from, but because of their beliefs and how they think. The second is that these people are protest-capitalism-with-my-diamond-encrusted-iPhone bourgeoisie, and when they see this guy literally bleeding to perfect what is basically an aesthetic ideal on their part, they are forced to realize that being a glorified clerk who makes woke tweets does not make them working class. Anyway. I'm pretty drunk and kind of forgot where I was going with this. I think I've made at least some people realize that one day, it's going to be people like me and Commissar Tyrone running the show if they get the paradise they keep preaching for. Or something like that at least, something that forces them to engage in some actual introspection. And that makes me a little happy.