You heard about this experiment, back in the ‘40s or ‘50s? Some scientist, probably with a pipe and a nice, respectable suit, had a beautiful, brilliant, and completely insane idea. Their goal was to “humanize” a chimpanzee.
They got a baby chimp, a cute, cuddly, and completely innocent little bastard. They named him, gave him little clothes, and they brought him into a nice, clean, American home. The plan? To raise him just like a human baby, treat him like one, and see if the quiet, respectable magic of Western civilization would rub off on him. See if they could teach the monkey to be a man.
And then, because they were scientists and not just goddamn lunatics, they brought in a “control group.” A human toddler. About the same age as the chimp. The idea was beautiful in its simplicity: they’d play together. The little human baby, the pinnacle of goddamn evolution, would be the teacher. The chimp would watch the kid use a spoon, ask for food, maybe learn to be potty-trained, and the chimp would think, “Christ, I’ve been doing it all wrong! Pissing in the corner is for suckers!”
A beautiful theory.
But that’s not what happened.
No. The chimp, he learned a few things, sure. He learned to be a slightly smarter, slightly more manipulative, and completely un-human chimp. He hit his ceiling, the one God or evolution or whatever the hell had built into his brain.
But the kid… oh, the kid was a goddamn superstar of regression.
He didn’t teach the chimp how to use a goddamn toilet. The chimp taught him that grunting and screaming was a perfectly good way to get what you want. The kid didn’t teach the chimp how to walk upright; the kid started knuckle-dragging. He was “dummying himself down.” Instead of the human baby accelerating the primate, the primate was de-evolving the human.
The scientists, in a quiet, beautiful, and completely predictable moment of panic, pulled the plug. The experiment was a failure. Not because the chimp couldn’t become a human, but because the human, in that environment, was becoming a goddamn chimp.
And that, my friends, that’s the whole goddamn story of America right now.
That’s the beautiful, ugly, and completely inconvenient truth they’re not telling you.
We used to have a culture. A strong one. A quiet, respectable, and completely imperfect one, sure, but it was ours. It was the culture that built skyscrapers, and won wars, and put a man on the goddamn moon. It was the human baby in the room.
And then, we got this beautiful, progressive, and completely insane idea. We decided to “humanize” the rest of the world, to bring all the other, different, and completely primitive cultures into our nice, clean house. The “feminine wolf feeling” bullshit, the “attack on masculinity,” the “urban crazy music” that’s just a goddamn soundtrack for rioting and disrespect, the idea that a woman with 20 partners is “empowered,” the attack on the very idea of a man. We opened the cage, and we invited the whole goddamn jungle into the living room.
And we told ourselves the same, beautiful, naive, and completely fraudulent lie: “We’ll elevate them. We’ll teach them how to use a toilet. We’ll show them the ‘right’ way to be.”
But that’s not what’s happening, is it?
We’re not elevating them; they’re dragging us down. We’re not teaching them to read Shakespeare; they’re teaching us to grunt. We’re dummying ourselves down to match the new primate in the room. Our IQ is dropping, our standards are collapsing, our whole beautiful, ugly, and completely complex civilization is learning how to shit on the floor again, all in the name of “inclusion” and “diversity.”
And you have to ask yourself, “Is this by design?”
Is this just a happy, beautiful, and completely idiotic accident? Or is it a plan? Because a dumber, angrier, more primitive, and more chaotic population is a hell of a lot easier to control. You can’t put a leash on a man who’s building a rocket. But a monkey in a cage? A monkey who’s just screaming for his next banana from the zookeeper? That’s a different story.
So the next time you see one of those old, black-and-white pictures of a chimp in a top hat and a tuxedo, looking like a polite, respectable, and completely ridiculous little gentleman, just remember the truth of that experiment.
The chimp didn’t learn to be a man.
The man learned to be a chimp.
And the zookeepers, the ones who own the goddamn building, they couldn’t be happier.
