There’s a strange type of man in America today. He has soft hands and sharp words. He talks endlessly of peace, but fantasizes about violence. He rails against masculinity, yet wants to wield power. He despises weapons, but dreams of using the state as a gun. He calls himself educated, but speaks like a zealot. He waves foreign flags, hates his own countrymen, and believes men can be women and women can be men. You’ve seen him. You’ve argued with him. And right after he hurls his insults, he blocks you. Because deep down, even he knows he cannot back it up. He is the child of a civilization in decline. Raised without God. Taught that strength is violence, masculinity is toxic, and truth is subjective. He’s been fed purpose through ideology, and fear through propaganda. He doesn’t worship a higher power, he worships power itself. And he wants the state to do what he never could: silence you, disarm you, erase you. But here's the fatal flaw in their fantasy: They don’t run the state. They don’t hold the rifles. They don’t know violence. They only post about it. So what happens when the Leviathan they helped build doesn’t come to their rescue? What happens when the men they mocked and threatened are the ones holding the line? This is how a nation comes apart. Not through civil war, but through a spiritual collapse. By elevating the weak and shaming the strong. By crowning confusion and exiling clarity. By teaching sons to hate their fathers, and citizens to hate their flag. So to those soft handed radicals who dream of revolution but tremble at recoil: If you’ve exiled God, disarmed yourself, and put your faith in a state you don’t control… What exactly is your plan? Because the ones you despise... the ones with calloused hands, faith in their chests, and weapons slung across their backs..... They’re still here. And they’re not confused. Again, what is your plan? You’ve already chosen submission. Spiritually, physically, morally. All that’s left is for someone to tell you when to kneel. And I am here to tell you exactly that. You should thank me. Because refusing this truth won’t end well for you. Not because I said so… but because history always does.