The Upper Peninsula is, for Arthur, not merely a physical territory but an ontological state—an embodiment of primordial authenticity, where the corrosive influences of modernity are held perpetually at bay by sheer force of climatic austerity and cultural insularity.

To Arthur, the Upper Peninsula is no longer a mere region but the terminal redoubt of human dignity, the last remaining site on Earth where the “real” persists against the synthetic incursion of globalist homogenization. Its forests and shorelines become, in his thought, an anti-modern sanctuary, the very ground upon which the final battle against entropy must be waged. The Upper Peninsula is, in short, both the fortress and the altar of his reactionary creed.

Yeah man it just stopped working one day I wonder why.

"Hey Paulus, the Carthaginian center is just collapsing inward, we're pushing them back with no effort, I wonder why."

"Youre blackpilling, Varro. They must just be bad at fighting. I know they beat us the last 12 times, but this time they just lost their nerve. We're just that good."