Indians Will Rule

Some will whisper that I've lost my edge, that this take veers too far from the red-pill script, but hear me out: the true architects of tomorrow's America aren't the ones you think. It's the Indians—not blending into the melting pot like polite guests, but reshaping it from the inside, like the quiet conquerors of old empires who arrive with scrolls and ledgers, not swords.Look at the boardrooms of Silicon Valley, those gleaming temples of code and capital. The Brahmins and Vaishyas, the priestly scholars and merchant kings of an ancient hierarchy, have claimed the altars. They're not just coding the future; they're crowning it. AI? That's their Excalibur, forged in the fires of IITs and H-1Bs, a scepter that bends algorithms to their will while the rest of us chase shadows.It's not mere success—it's dominion. Companies bend to their vision, real estate folds into their portfolios like frontier land grants to the ambitious. They're the nation's highest earners now, outpacing the old guard, their networks spanning coasts and continents. Echoes of the Jewish diaspora, yes—rootless cosmopolitans turned root-builders, thriving in exile because their culture was forged for it: family clans that endure, rituals that bind, a worldview that sees seven generations ahead.I've pored over Sowell and the ledgers of migration, from the indentured Bengalis in Guyana scraping by to the Tamil elites storming the gates here. Selection isn't chance; it's the sieve of history. And what sifts through? A people who don't flee chaos—they import order, then export it back tenfold.The American dream? It's mutating, friends. Not into some rainbow utopia or nativist fever, but a subcontinent sunrise over the Golden Gate. I see it clear as the Ganges at dawn: the future wears a tilak, and it's rewriting the stars.