1. Rony Guldmann writes about conservatives feeling like they’re being culturally oppressed. I’m like, finally, someone wrote a scholarly defense of my last 12 livestreams.
2. Reading this book felt like reading my own diary—if my diary had footnotes, more Jews, and fewer complaints about how shiksas ruin your hashkafah.
3. Guldmann says conservatives are treated like deviants in elite institutions. Mate, I converted to Orthodox Judaism and tried dating in Pico-Robertson. I know exactly what it feels like to be the unclean thing that defiles polite company.
4. He calls it “soft persecution.” I call it “every time I mention immigration on a livestream and lose 12 subscribers.”
5. The book is like Isaiah 43 meets campus Title IX. “You are my witnesses, saith the Lord… also, please submit your bias incident report by Friday.”
6. Guldmann’s big idea is that conservatives are the new counterculture. I’ve been saying this for years—mainly to my Uber driver, who gave me one star and reported me for emotional oversharing.
7. He says left-wing norms function like an established church. Which makes me what? A crypto-Baptist hiding out in Yeshiva World, dodging heresy trials over my fondness for Chesterton?
8. It’s comforting to know that when I got cancelled for quoting Enoch Powell in a panel about “emotional safety,” I was just a minor prophet in the Guldmann canon.
9. Sometimes I wonder if I’m crazy. Then I read Guldmann and realize—no, I’m just traditional. I’m like a moral time capsule, waiting to be cracked open by some future civilization that still believes in God, borders, and bras.
10. Guldmann’s conservatives are accused of “making everyone uncomfortable.” Mate, discomfort is my love language. It’s my brand. My livestreams are like Yom Kippur sermons delivered by a horny Jeremiah.
