Staff Reports
Once upon a time, in the land of free speech and fair presses, a mythical villain emerged in the form of a concept called “anti-white-ism.” This phenomenon dared to unsettle the social landscape by suggesting that a merry band of white folks were somehow to blame for every woe that befell communities of color. History books were now deemed irrelevant, and all that mattered was pinning the tail on the pale donkey, who somehow became responsible for the quilt of historical grievances.
It’s quite the curious scenario, isn’t it, when one side joyously celebrates the erosion of another’s majority standing as some hallmark of societal progress? Yet the gleeful reaction of late-night talk show audiences and certain progressive pundits begs the question—since when did collectively diminishing a group become a comedy goldmine? It seems the newfound replacement for classic sitcoms involves cheerleading the demographic shift in the nation. Nothing says unity quite like cracking a joke at the expense of those who built much of what is now taken for granted.
Of course, this orchestration hasn’t gone unnoticed, with chants of “diversity” echoing across plains where the truth hides behind semantics. “Systemic racism,” they shout, “white privilege,” they drum. But whisper a word about anti-white reality, and brace yourself for the instant branding iron of bigotry to be seared into your hide. Yes, the house of cards functions rather effectively under the guise of cleverly crafted phrases, blinding eyes to any discrepancy in the narrative.
The media plays its part with great fervor, perpetuating the myth that only one type of person can perpetrate or suffer from hate—flip that script, and prepare for the hue and cry to resound. Let’s not forget, dissenting from the line of thought prescribed by cultural connoisseurs makes one an instant target for character bashing. After all, standing up to this theatrical irony is an invitation to have one’s name tacked onto the wall of shame reserved for supposed supremacists.
Alas, in this twisted tale, once-proud ideals like meritocracy and agreed-upon history are smeared across the columns of progressivism. The very voices screeching about inclusivity and tolerance are often the loudest in their divisive drumbeat. Instead of celebrating genuine achievements and individuality, the modern mandate appears to be to mock those asking simple questions and to dance on the old ruins, wiping the brow and proclaiming newfound enlightenment. Here in this age of narrative, sarcasm is the salve, a way to deal with the absurdity of times when one can only shake their head and muster a chuckle at the great irony of it all.
