Professors are not impressive people
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Professors are not stupid, usually, but they are not quite as smart as they think they are, either. This is their Achilles heel. To be clear... Not all, not all, not all... but most. There are brilliant exceptions. Some of them are reading this email right now. But those exceptions prove the rule. They don't disprove it. Let me explain what a university professor actually is in 2026. They are the high priests of an institution that does not educate. It lectures. It pronounces. It hands down approved conclusions from above and punishes anyone in the room who pushes back. A university professor does not have to persuade anyone of anything. He has grades. He has tenure committees. He has the entire institutional weight of the university behind him. He doesn't win arguments. He doesn't have to. He simply declares, and the room obeys, or the room gets punished. That is not intelligence. That is authority without accountability. And it produces a very specific kind of person: someone who has spent decades being "right" without ever once being seriously challenged. These are the people training our predators. This is their weakness. Study them, and you will become an undeniable weapon, I promise you. You see their disciples everywhere. The activists burning down your cities. The ones worshipping statues of Saint George Floyd and calling you a racist for not kneeling. The ones who call Kyle Rittenhouse a racist mass murderer. The ones who celebrated Charlie Kirk's murder and mock you for mourning him. The ones who wish Donald Trump didn't turn his head at the last second in Butler. These are the shock troops of the progressive cathedral. Trained by our esteemed professors. They show up at your Thanksgiving table with rehearsed talking points and a condescending smile. They show up in my comments every single day, extraordinarily confident with their fancy degrees. They all came from the same place. The same lecture halls. The same professors. The same ideology, handed down like scripture from tenured clergy who have never had to defend a single one of their ideas in the open air. They aren't ready for the fight we are going to bring to them. I promise you. They aren't ready for you, if you follow what I'm telling you. You might think I'm exaggerating. I'm not. Open Marxists are teaching in elite Western universities right now. Marxism. The ideology responsible for more deaths than any other in human history. Can you imagine if we had serious tenured Nazi professors? "Real Nazism hasn't been tried." People would burn the building down, rightfully so. But somehow we tolerate and fund professors who preach the ideology that actually won its war and killed a hundred million people in the process. And I'm supposed to be impressed when one of these people walks into my comment section? Please. I'm disgusted. They make me sick. I see them and their disciples regularly. They come in with their credentials and their confidence and their rehearsed positions. They have never been in a room where someone looked them in the eye and said, "Which specific claim are you referring to?" They have never had someone say, "That is a technique, not an argument, and I'm going to show everyone here how it works." I say those things, with grace. And they crumble. Every... single... time. This is what I do for fun now. I hunt them. It's my new hobby. I am a college dropout. I spent my twenties smoking too much weed and playing too many video games. Not proud of that, but it's the truth, and you should know it. I have no credentials, no letters after my name, and no institutional authority. And I take these people apart with total ease. Not because I'm smarter than them. Because I see what they are doing. I see the technique underneath the confidence. I see the authority underneath the argument. I see the predator underneath the professor and his legions of trained disciples. They come to my comments looking for prey. They think you are prey. They find something else. Me. And soon, they're going to stumble upon you and regret it, too. You're going to make my job even easier. I can already see some of you applying my lessons in there. That is what my book is about. That is what Stop Being Prey will teach you to do. Not theory. Not philosophy. The actual skill of seeing predators for what they are and making them wish they had never walked into your life, gracefully. I will teach you how to toy with them like a cat with a mouse. And you will enjoy every second of it. stay close, ~ Clay P.S. I am writing a book called Stop Being Prey to train conservatives how to stop losing easy battles and become dangerous. It will take time to get it right. No publisher. No advance. If you want to support the work: ReadSowell.com/support-donate |
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