Hey, Anon. You said history books would be written about these breads. We can speak to the future here.

If the future is reading this, I'd just like to tell you how this went down for me personally.

>I used to be a radical leftist. One of those black-clad goons you see marching out there today. I was raised by radical leftists. The hippies from the Grateful Dead era. The ones who marched against nuclear testing. I was born and raised a subversive. In fact, the word "subversive" was used very positively to describe how I was meant to grow up. They had a vision of me as a subversive like they were.

>By the time I reached adulthood, I was an atheist. My house mocked God openly and I became arrogant and egoistic. I loved to argue and be right. We had a portrait of the Obama family next to our own family photos. Front and center. The dear leader. I marched in Occupy and aided the organizers. I was-and am-a vegan by then. I parroted leftist talking points. I hated our military and our churches. I watched Late Night talking heads like Stephen Colbert religiously. I was obnoxious. I worshipped Obama.

>I left home as a teenager. Earlier than most. My house was a place of suffering and drama, so I went out on my own to have my own adventure.

>I met people. Good people. People I mocked and spat at to their faces. Christians. Conservatives. A Marine veteran. A lawyer and his pot-smoking libertarian daughter. A short-haired lesbian with combat boots and parents in the Air Force who surprised me with redpills. A Catholic mom who actively found homes for unwanted children and opened her own house up to young unwed mothers. A brilliant professor who told me to read the Drudge report. A fat fuck friend who schooled me in a debate, though I never admitted it. A friend from Bumfuck, New Hampshire who liked guns. My buddy's bomber-pilot mom who was nothing but kind to me. A good cop. People who I was shocked to find out WERE NOT hypocrites like me.

>It was their example that won me over. Gradually it began to dawn on me that I was the one full of hatred and bile and venom. I had imagined them as these bigoted jerks, but I consistently saw them being genuinely decent people. It humbled me. Very slowly, I began to question my own bullshit.

Skip forward a bit and I'm here. God is real, by the way.

Let it be known to the future that some of the turncoats in this war betrayed the side of evil, not good. And let it be known that example won us over.