You are in the tribe, if you observe the ritual and protocol. The ritual and protocol with regard to Political Correctness is that you say and do what you are told to say and do, and never the contrary.
Thus someone who is acting out a Politically Correct scene which has been choreographed for them, might seem to be able to enter into a discussion with someone acting out of principles arising from underneath his feet, but this is an illusion. There is never any connection. There is never any possibility of connection. The intellectually deviant PC acolyte has nothing to say, and the atavistic man, activating 19th century principles–an anachronism in the modern world–cannot be heard. His words exist at a frequency far beyond that of the hearing of the PC puppet.
I feel like I am walking along, and periodically attacked by birds, with considerable fury, but no sense, no resting place, no purpose, other than attack. It is like a force in the air, inhuman–or to be more specific: anti-Humanistic, and congenitally opposed to Life itself.