I post the above axiom for all the budding Chés and Ho Chi Minhs out there who want to be G-strategists without understanding the first principles.
And the first principle is you'd better learn how to be a private before you think you're going to be a general.
And the first job of being a private is going to be shooting at the other side's privates. (Before anyone mentions it, yes, that sentence can be taken a couple of ways, and I applaud either one.) On the topic of shooting at private soldiers, I defer to the expertise of no less a practitioner than Sam Watkins:
"I always shot at privates. It was they who did the shooting and killing, and if I could kill or wound a private, why, my chances were so much the better. I always looked upon officers as harmless personages."
Nota bene Sam said "shoot". Not "persuade". Not "frighten". Not "tenderly woo and court, with soft words and gentle caresses".
The time to be worried about blowing sunshine up the skirts of the vacuously unconvinced and uncommitted is rapidly drawing to a close, and there aren't going to be many chances for do-overs.
And, exactly as Sam Watkins noted to himself mentally in 1861, it's a zero-sum game: every one less of them is one less of them, forever, which improves your odds by that much, going forward. The recidivism of communists, left to their own devices, is 100%. Commies gonna commie. The recidivism of corpses is 0%. Do the math.
If, at this stage in the late-game death throes of the republic, anyone(s) can't wrap their heads around wanting liberty rather than slavery, I really don't give two wet farts about their hearts and minds. Except as a potential impact area and bullet sponge.
On that concept, you have only two remaining choices:
Get right, or get left.
Some will argue that we shouldn't be so drastic. "We need to try X, and Y, and Z. For the children." (As if we haven't already gone through the alphabet three or ten times in the last 60-80 years already, and been finally and totally painted into a corner, and out of other options, beyond any shadow of a doubt, just this year.) Allow me to summarize that argument:
Hate Mildly amused to spoil things for the budding Mayor Vaughns of BlueAnon out there, but in this remake, he gets taken on the trip with Brody, Quint, and Hooper, and they use him as bait. Not so much to catch the shark - though it helps a wee bit - as much as to laugh and enjoy the sight of him bitten off in pieces, screaming the whole time, because he had it coming.
Even the GOPe and RINO diehards are starting to grasp this coming turn of events.
Conduct your future efforts accordingly.