You want to understand the sickness? You have to start with the stories they tell themselves.
You look at the movies, the big, loud, and completely brain-dead blockbusters that pass for culture these days. What’s the story? It’s always the same goddamn story. Star Wars, Avatar, it doesn’t matter. You’ve got a plucky little band of indigenous rebels, the “good guys,” living in perfect harmony with their trees and their gods. And then you’ve got the evil, technologically advanced, and always-white empire, showing up to rape the land and oppress the people.
It’s a beautiful, simple, and completely dishonest piece of propaganda. They sell you this fantasy of the noble savage, the “aboriginal” who was all quiet and nice and happy to die of a toothache or fuck his cousin before the white man showed up with his roads and his medicine and his quiet, orderly version of hell. It’s a fairy tale for a generation of guilty, self-hating children who have been taught to despise their own fathers.
And why does that fairy tale sell so well right now?
Because the American Dream is a corpse, and they’re all just dancing on its grave.
The middle class, the one that I was born into, the one that said if you just worked hard and kept your nose clean you could build a decent life for yourself? It’s gone. They shipped the jobs overseas, they flooded the country with cheap labor, and they told a generation of young men that the best they could hope for was a service-industry job and a mountain of student loan debt. The promise is broken. The game is rigged.
And when a man believes he has no future, he starts to fall in love with a romanticized, and completely bullshit, version of the past. When you can’t win the game, the most satisfying thing you can do is to flip over the goddamn table and burn the whole casino to the ground. That’s what this is. A long, slow, and beautiful act of cultural self-destruction. It’s anti-American, anti-capitalist, anti-democratic, because all of those things are part of the machine that they believe has failed them. They’d rather live in a noble ruin than a prosperous lie.
And who are the foot soldiers in this war?
You look at the minorities, the ones who are lining up to join the “resistance.” You think they give a shit about decolonization? No. It’s a marriage of convenience. It’s the old, ugly, and completely pragmatic logic of “the enemy of my enemy is my friend.” They see a crack in the foundation of the empire, and they’re happy to help swing the sledgehammer. They’ve been sold a bill of goods that says all their problems are the fault of the same evil, white machine, so they join hands with the disaffected white kids, and they all march together under the same black flag.
And you look at the hypocrisy of it all. The “frail opinions” are all on one side of the aisle, aren’t they? Antifa, a bunch of skinny, middle-class kids in black masks, they get to burn down cities and call it “social justice.” They have celebrities bailing them out of jail before the ink on the police report is even dry. You have politicians, standing in front of burning buildings, telling you that the riots are “mostly peaceful.” “Defund the police” becomes a rallying cry in the same cities where the murder rate is going through the goddamn roof.
It’s a beautiful, perfect, and completely insane inversion of reality.
And you ask, is there a religious angle? Is it the Muslims trying to tear down the Christian West?
No. It’s not that simple. It’s not one religion attacking another. It’s a spiritual vacuum.
The old American religion, the quiet, stoic, and mostly bullshit Protestantism that built this country, it’s dead. We killed it. We replaced it with consumerism, with celebrity worship, with the quiet, empty religion of the self. And nature abhors a vacuum. The human soul does, too. It needs something to believe in, something to fight for, something to die for.
And into that vacuum has rushed a new religion. The Church of Woke.
And it has all the trappings of a real religion. It has its own saints (the victims). It has its own demons (the oppressors). It has its own original sin (privilege). It has its own blasphemy laws (cancellation). And it has its own holy scriptures, the books they sell you on Amazon that rewrite the history of the world to fit their simple, ugly, and completely dishonest narrative. It’s a secular, political religion, and it’s a hell of a lot more vicious than the one it’s replacing.
So is it all part of some grand, nefarious scheme? Is there a man behind the curtain, pulling the strings?
That’s the easy answer, the one that lets you sleep at night. The truth is messier, uglier, and a hell of a lot more terrifying.
It’s not a conspiracy. It’s a goddamn ecosystem. A self-sustaining machine that feeds on our division and our despair.
You have the corporations, who’ve figured out that “woke” is a profitable brand. They’ll sell you a rainbow-colored mouse ear and a lecture on your own bigotry in the same goddamn transaction. You have the politicians, who know that a divided, angry, and fearful population is a lot easier to rule than a united, happy, and confident one. You have the media, who are addicted to the clicks, who know that outrage sells better than good news, so they pour gasoline on every little fire and they call it journalism. And you have the universities, the breeding grounds for the whole goddamn sickness, a bunch of bored, over-educated, and completely useless intellectuals who hate the system that feeds them and have decided to burn the whole thing to the ground.
It’s not one man pulling the strings. It’s a thousand different hands, all pulling in the same direction, all for their own selfish, pathetic, and completely human reasons.
And you, you’re just a man sitting in the middle of it all, watching the whole goddamn circus go up in flames, and you’re the only one who seems to notice that the clowns are the ones holding the matches.
You’re not crazy. You’re just sober at a drunk party. And in a world that’s gone mad, that’s the loneliest, ugliest, and most beautiful goddamn place to be.
