One of the Coronation Ball fashion trailblazers Emmons had mentioned, I’d made the questionable decision to wear a home-made, hoop-skirted ball gown and test its structural integrity in real time. I was prepared to explain that my outfit was a reproduction of a 20th century French designer whose brand was purchased by a Chinese company in 2018. And how beautiful Western fashion must be taken back.
But the case didn’t need to be made. To make is to take back. This anecdote is an analogy for the current age. My dress was a hit with face-tattooed Uber drivers and random bathroom ladies alike, simply because feminine fashion is great.
It’s also a feature, along with many others, from which we’d been severed in the cultural breakage of progressivism. Passage Press CEO and Coronation Ball host Lomez noted in his speech that “our culture has been stuck for a long time, and it’s broken in many ways.” I would argue it’s because our culture has been hijacked and replaced with the bankrupt qualities of androgyny, foreign knock-offs, cheap fabrics, and false values. The prevailing mood in the room was: we’re done with all that. We’re moving on.
The group assembled there was a collection of take-action doers. Builders. One gentleman owns a clinical trials consultancy. One founded a video game company – with great intestinal fortitude – during the Biden administration. One person wouldn’t tell me what type of tech startup he has, called me a spy, and took off. Fair enough. These men were all seemingly under 35, diving into risky, technical ventures. All thought of themselves as political as well as entrepreneurs.
I met a lovely family from Scotland who had attended the DeploraBall and wouldn’t miss this one—a testament to the importance of the US conservative movement to our overseas friends suffering under a globalist, Orwellian replacement government. Another lady owns a fashion design side business, and had also made the dress she was wearing. Yet another lady there is an engineer, but wants to become a lawyer to fight for conservative values in the courtroom.
The Coronation Ball in many ways was a celebration of taking back our country and directing it toward unabashed elegance, dignity, and excellence. You can just invent a new kind of ball for a new kind of president, or bring back 90-year-old fashion, or decide you’re a political person. Instead of arguing the merits or wishing for it, the time has come to just do it.
Riding away from the ball through the pristine, completely peaceful (not “mostly peaceful”) night, the haloed Capitol building never looked so beautiful. Like a snow globe. Not a lunatic troublemaker to be seen anywhere.
Over at Raheem Kassam’s new spot Butterworth’s, the menu featured a Bronze Age Pervert-themed drink special. When was the last time you descended into ground zero within DC, or any major metropolitan city, and a bar had conservative inside jokes? I think the answer is: never. This is a new thing.
It used to be that nightlife was for everyone. But you know the story: over the past 20-30 years, much of the bar and restaurant scene in major cities has become uniformly left-coded with weird haircuts, vulgarity, and subliminal messaging in the decor. If you wanted to go out, increasingly you had to deal with this relentless environmental brainwashing. And we didn’t have any cultural identity with which to push back on it at that time. George W Bush and Dick Cheney weren’t it.
Even throughout Trump’s first term, we were outsiders constantly getting shoved into our own lockers. The Biden regime years were a wilderness during which we found our backbone. We passed the time meming, podcasting, lifting, eliminating xenoestrogens, finding our collective voice, and finding each other. Starting to hone a modern political philosophy under the right leaders. Seeing what we were willing to defend, and how far we were willing to go to do it. It turns out: quite a lot, quite far, and with more reinforcements than we’d realized.
Something happened during that time. We didn’t just win an election with enough votes. We pushed, and the vibe shifted. In 2016, we’d won merely through the rules; and we thought that was enough. It was not. Since then, we put our shoulders in and rolled the Sisyphean rock of longhouse woke-scolding hags up and over to clear the way. Early on, through the pioneering efforts of Posobiec and Cernovich – which to many of us are Periscope lore – and later, throughout the masses.
You can see the tide has turned. We’re making stronger statements than ever, and yet the bullies are gone. There were no deranged activists hounding the Coronation Ball as they did to the DeploraBall attendees in 2017. Didn’t they hear us? We went to the Watergate Hotel! Where, Jack Posobiec said, no crime happened. We’re vindicating Richard Nixon and Derek Chauvin in the same breath. Come and get it!
But the mercenary jackals have retreated to the shadows. Because they don’t want to pick on someone their own size. And maybe because they know. Deep down, even the most stiff-necked, ostrich-postured among us are starting to recognize that Nixon was of the JFK lineage, forming a straight line to Donald Trump with evidence soon to be declassified.
The designers who once refused to dress Melania Trump are now into it. They can “no longer ignore” President Trump’s popularity.
GQ published an article about the Coronation Ball entitled “Inside the New Right Party of the Year.” Yes, the “New Right.” Not the alt-right, or white nationalists, or some other pejorative. GQ is covering our events, and using our language.
Before, we bookishly made our case every day while a Slavic supermodel got snubbed by simpering LGBT apologists. In the post-Sisyphean age, it’s all vibes. No one’s checking the links, I’m told on good authority. President Trump’s dancing around with a sword.
You can just create the country you wish to have, starting right now, while President Trump repeals the 1960s and Tom Homan executes mass deportations during the first week of the term.
The path has been cleared. It’s time to make moves.