The Red Pill That Neely O'Hara Never Took
Sure Beats the Toxic Plasmosa That the Blue Pill Causes
My nephew, Jonathan, recently accused me of being “red-pilled.” Having heard the expression bandied about on social media, mostly on Reddit (which is why I paid it no mind), I Googled it to make sure he wasn’t insulting me.
The term comes from The Matrix (1999). In the movie, Morpheus offers Neo two pills:
Red pill → see the truth about reality, even if it’s painful.
Blue pill → stay comfortable in illusion.
Over time, the internet — especially right-wing and conspiracy-leaning communities have co-opted the term. Now its meaning depends on who’s using it:
Original: “I became aware of what’s really going on.”
Political: “I woke up to how corrupt or hypocritical liberal or mainstream institutions are.”
Extreme: Sometimes used to describe being drawn into far-right, misogynistic, or conspiratorial worldviews (e.g., red-pilled about feminism, media, or government).
Hmmm, maybe I have been red-pilled — as per door #2. As an ex–drug addict — like my then-hero Neely O’Hara from Valley of the Dolls — pills always brought me to a state of euphoria. But this feels nothing like my OxyContin salad days — this is the opposite. I’ve woken up from a haze. And thankfully, I didn’t fall into some conspiracy cult or start quoting angry podcasters like an extreme case. I just opened my eyes — horrified by what I saw, and even more so when I took a whiff. ***
***An appropriate quote here is from Glinda the Good Witch in The Wizard of Oz:
“Pooh, what a smell of sulfur.”
Fun fact: In the Bible, the smell of sulfur is often linked to unclean spirits and demonic activity. Coincidence? I don’t think so.
I saw how the same people who preach tolerance — including me when I was a devout Democrat — justify terror if the hashtags line up.
I noticed how journalists twist language until murder sounds like “resistance.”
I finally freaked out when I could actually see the sounds of silence becoming a virtue — for these radical, virtue-signaling shapeshifters who claim to fight for democracy, when in fact, today, on October 7, 2025, we see how they’re really fighting for Islamic statehood — the total opposite.
It’s mind-boggling how many women are ignoring the fact that Sharia law is part of their cave daddies’ endgame. Especially shame on the lesbians and trans activists who are busy harassing liberal Jews while pretending to champion liberation. As long as protesting Jews is on the agenda, all is right in their twisted, hideous new world order.
And seeing how this has become the “new normal” for the Democrats — socialist Democrats, that is — I’ll take clarity over creature comforts any day.
For me, being red-pilled isn’t really political — it’s personal. It’s the moment you realize you can’t unknow what you’ve seen; that once the veil lifts, you can’t go back to pretending. It’s flabbergasting to realize how so many intelligent people became allergic to truth. And believe me, I’ve had more than enough flabber to be gasted.
What’s saddest is how quickly so many antisemites — like vampires emerging from some fresh new hell — psychotically and unapologetically revealed their true natures. As I always say, “Better to see the enemy up close and personal.”
I used to take acid and mushrooms in search of truth — and the meaning of life. This red-pill kind of clarity is so much more desirable because there’s no hangover. In fact, it feels like swimming in a warm pool of truth. The countless disappointments — the people in my life and in my social media community who’ve shown their true colors — are like the pod people from that horror film Invasion of the Body Snatchers. They’re the ones I’d sooner see share the same ending as my grandparents. Does that offend you?
Hey, hate the game, not the player. I’m not being radical — I’m just playing by the rules the cave daddies set forth. When you really listen to the radical Islamists’ agenda, they’re leaving Jews and Christians with no other choice, really. It’s kill or be killed — concurred by their socialist Democrat puppies, which I love to call them, because Muslims are girly-afraid of dogs.
What else do you think they mean when they shout, “From the river to the sea”?
The Matrix and Valley of the Dolls warned us — in totally different ways — about illusion and false promises. Turns out, the real red pill wasn’t about politics; it was about conscience and character.
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