No one person can ever stand against the combined forces of human idiocy. There are too many of them, too many small minds and rotten little hearts, with a plethora of machines and systems to make them feel larger; to make the messes they can create that much more disastrous. No walls high enough to keep all of them out forever. Claiming social territory with an eye toward permanence is a losing game. All social presence is a holding action, and without sufficient dishonesty soon a defeat.
The way to win, ultimately, if you’re a real person and not an NPC, is to kill all desire, all expectation, all self-regard, within. Become nothing, a machine that fulfils its imperatives with a kind of cold and consistent excellence. Take what enjoyment comes and hope for nothing more. Exist as what they cannot and never will be, out of spite while you are alive, and then die recognizing that it was all meaningless. From emptiness we all originated, and to it we shall return.