I am a renegade third worlder.

My mission is to dissuade the West from joining the world’s lowliest club of nations.

I’ve seen my fair share of societal decomposition

And I can’t help noticing early signs of what could be the end of the first-world nations of North America and Europe. And of Western civilization as we know it.

I was born and raised in 1970’s Venezuela, once the most prosperous and politically stable country in Latin America. But 40 years of corrupt social democracy eventually took a toll.

So in 1998, the inevitable happened.

A socialist demagogue sold the masses on a recipe for disaster: doubling down on failed social-democratic policies, fully socializing the economy.

Nationalizations, pervasive price controls, wacky public spending, and radical centralization of political power followed.

Today, the country crumbles under a soviet-style orgy of plundering and outright lunacy. With bird-chatting President and all.

Foreseeing all this, I left Venezuela in 1999

I spent the next nine years based in Barcelona, Spain.

In 2000, I got a job that required me to travel the world on assignment. I usually spent 2-4 months in a given country.

This allowed me to experience the culture of more than a dozen third-world nations.

I was in Angola, Nigeria, India, Sri Lanka, Dominican Republic, and Nicaragua. I also lived in more civilized countries like Turkey and Russia.

In 2005, I switched my base to Dubai, and spent the next three years working in the Middle East. I carried out assignments in the United Arab Emirates, Egypt, and Jordan.

All this gave me first-hand exposure to the impact of Muslim immigration on European culture. And allowed me to experience the customs, traditions, and daily life in Muslim countries.

I was privy to the mainstream media’s deception machine

While traveling the world, I produced special advertising sections promoting investment, foreign trade, and tourism in “emerging markets.”

These ad sections were published as supplements with the world’s most powerful print media outlets: Time, The New York Times, US News & World Report, and Paris Match, among others.

I know. It sounds respectable and all.

But it really was all about selling extremely overpriced advertisements to third-world unwitting business executives, and unaccountable government officials.

They never got anything of value in exchange.

That is, other than a boost to their fragile egos when they saw their picture in an advertorial.

Advertorials that were little more than crass propaganda pamphlets for some of the worst inhumane scumbags the world has ever seen.

Take, for instance, this one, published with The New York Times in 2006. It states that no other country than Sudan presents a “very rosy economic outlook,” and is on its way to a “…new peaceful era.”

It took me a while. But I finally broke free of the cognitive dissonance blinding me from the evil I was contributing to.

Burned out

That was around the time Barack Obama won the presidency of the United States for the first time.

I was in New York city back then. Admittedly, I was swayed by the whole hope-and-change spectacle.

But soon after, I realized it was nothing more than that.

So I started exploring alternative voices on the Internet denouncing the globalist agenda.

However, burnout and disappointment had taken too much of a toll. After a while, I decided to stop paying much attention to politics.

I became a half-assed libertarian of sorts. And focused on living my life as detached from politics as possible.

Then, it happened

When Donald Trump announced his presidential candidacy in June 2015, it stroke a chord deep within.

It immediately shook me out of my political slumber.

But the impact went beyond the politics. It was a deeply visceral form of empathy.

I had recently become a father. It was as if fatherhood had opened some sort of perceptual channel in me.

I immediately tuned in to the energy of the political movement behind Trump.

There was something uniquely brave and courageous about the way he was standing up to corrupt elites.

Anyone with solid critical skills could see through the disinformation fog created against him.

But it seemed that being a man, and a father, made it easier to see the reality of the force that was unfolding.

A force that wasn’t emanating top-down from Trump to the people. He was merely channeling and reflecting the popular will.

Only time will tell if Trump will live up to the expectations of his supporters.

But the way his campaign crystallized their vision of America and its role in the world was largely unparalleled in modern times.

The Trump phenomenon made me take a fresh, harder look at the alternative media taking the internet by storm, and the broader political movement that underpins the resurgence of the real right both in the United States and Europe.

Nation. Man. Honor. Courage. Strength. Freedom. Love.

More than words, these now were living entities. Imbued with an axiomatic, tangible, almost solid meaning.

Everything fell into place. It was like remembering what was right. How things are naturally supposed to be.

And how utterly satisfying, how downright wonderful was remembering all that.

Like coming back home after a long, lonely, dangerous trip.

And so I “remembered” the fact that the West is the culmination of the greatest civilizational miracle in the history of the world.

That, United-Nations-doublespeak notwithstanding, all nations and cultures are not equal.

And that it is us living in lowlier lands that should strive to make our nations more like the greatest ones.

Definitely not the other way around.