The Cult of One — When Failure Is Rebranded as Victory

“You will know them by their fruits.” — Matthew 7:16

Once again, the self-declared champion of “reclaiming the Catholic Church” has taken to his keyboard to sell his empty victories as monumental triumphs. This time, he’s celebrating a single person buying property near him — as if that somehow validates his years-long digital crusade that has, in measurable reality, gone absolutely nowhere.

Let’s set aside the bluster and ask the uncomfortable question:
Where are the fruits of his so-called movement?

After six years of nonstop self-promotion:

• His book sits in the seven-digit graveyard of Amazon rankings.

• His subscriber base on Substack wouldn’t fill a bingo hall.

• His so-called community consists of a few lone names dropped like confetti, with no visible fellowship, events, or growth.

• His grand media project, KurganTV, remains abandoned, collecting digital cobwebs.

And yet—behold!—one person bought land near him, and suddenly, the sedevacantist apocalypse is back on schedule.

Failure, Repackaged as Destiny

The con is predictable:

1. Frame isolation as superiority.
   "The fewer the followers, the purer the truth!" How convenient.

2. Mock the masses while marketing to them.
   “95% of humanity are NPCs,” he sneers—right before inviting those same “NPCs” to buy his books and join his fantasy homestead.

3. Pretend your failures prove your greatness.
   “No one listens because I’m the only one brave enough to tell the truth,” he wails—like every other internet messiah who mistakes rejection for validation.

Meanwhile, in the Real World…

While he preaches to his dwindling digital choir, real Catholics are feeding the hungry, baptizing new converts, and building actual communities—without needing to sell olive oil, autographed books, or fantasy memberships to something called The Kurganate.

Real evangelization doesn’t happen through smug Substack posts or fantasizing about “Sigma male” superiority. It happens in messy, face-to-face human interaction. It happens in local parishes, schools, soup kitchens, and yes—door to door, if needed.

But it seems our hero has no interest in such humble work. He’d rather sit behind his keyboard and declare victory from his imaginary fortress.

One Man, One Grift

So here we are, years later, and the scoreboard reads the same:

• No church.

• No visible community.

• No movement.

• No measurable growth.

Just another blog post, another book link, and another invitation to join the cult of one.

But by all means, buy the book. Subscribe to the channel. Move next door.

After all, 95% of everything is bullshit—
And he’s selling the other 5%