Daily, we’re reminded that there’s a culture war being feverishly fought with the objective of steering society either in a new “woke” direction or jerking the wheel back and steering us in the direction of yesteryear normalcy.
Formerly apolitical people who were almost solely focused on making enough money to support their families were suddenly awakened to drastic shifts in media rhetoric, what was being taught to their children, and the overt demonization of the old norms they were comfortable with.
They were blindsided by the demand to participate in these battles to boycott an intrusive agenda and cancel an ideology before it completely corrupted everything they cherished.
While I wouldn’t have considered myself apolitical, I also felt compelled to give up my comfortable civilian life to participate in a culture war that’s always clamoring for more soldiers. However, I quickly realized that our strategy has been singularly focused on what the latest battle is rather than recognizing the pattern of who’s committing these cultural atrocities.
One of the reasons I felt like I needed to jump into the trenches was that I felt that there was a great narrative being perpetrated by a particular class of people who were attempting to speak for me while perhaps purposely and completely misrepresenting me.
After the death of George Floyd, I felt that there was an emotional panic attack that was intentionally being induced by a media establishment while elevating a class of black figureheads who shared my complexion but didn’t sound like me or any other rational working-class black person that I knew of.
The microphone was consistently given to wealthy civil rights activists, flashy civil rights lawyers, and snooty black intelligentsia to repeat narratives of fear, victimhood, and ideological fallacies of the life experience of every black person in America.
A sports star says to the media that we worry about if a cop is going to wake up on the wrong side of the bed and want to shoot a black person, while simultaneously living a life of being protected by the police daily while traveling around the country: Something doesn’t add up here.
This was when I realized that the culture war isn’t just about fighting to protect our society from being reimagined into a perverted version of what we used to love but about recognizing who was on the offensive and why.
Our culture is simply a means for dividing, demoralizing, and conquering the masses so that the most powerful malevolent people in our society can seize control easier.
While we’re boycotting a beer company and complaining about the Barbie movie, the perpetrators of the great narrative are finding ways to dissolve our civil liberties and corrupt our political institutions to solidify their stranglehold on the working class.
Notice it’s typically the wealthiest members of the media who have the strangest opinions about what’s wrong with our society and demand change. When the riots were happening nationwide, elitists disingenuously filmed their riot-less plush neighborhoods to mock the concerns of normal people who have helplessly watched their community get pillaged.
The education foot soldiers who are pushing ideological absurdities on your children come from elite education institutions that have been groomed to believe that they know what’s best because they were taught by the best.
This is a clash for control over society. The culture will be the sacrificial lamb to gain the power that some people have always been aiming for; they just needed a highly distracted population to pull off the great heist.
It’s worth fighting for what you want to uphold, but it’s best to not get caught in the weeds searching for small wins from insignificant battles when you’re still losing the war.
Our class adversaries are focused on the long game in this conflict: You should be, too.
