We were a lot closer to communism than you think

Honestly, progressive circles can feel a lot like being in a relationship with a narcissist. When you tap into that worldview, they love and adore you. Every thought you have, every word you utter, is validated like you just discovered the secret to world peace. “You’re so brave, so insightful, so right all the time,” they say. It feels amazing, like the world sees how special you are just for being you…

How the left went crazy

Their causes always starts with a simple, noble, feel-good mission: "Recycle!" Then the bar moves: "Go vegan or you're destroying the planet!" Next, it’s “shiver through winter in your house—no fossil fuels!” Then, “Boycott everything tied to Big Oil!” Suddenly, you’re a walking doomsday billboard, raging online about how Republicans are single-handedly killing the Earth. Before you know it, you’re chained to a tree, tweeting smear campaigns, and calling it justice. Somewhere along the way, doing a nice thing for your community turned into a full-contact sport of moral superiority.

None of the progressive people I know think for themselves. It’s like their inner compass is broken, and now they need an external GPS to navigate every single thought or feeling. They dump three hours of emotional baggage onto your lap on a weekly basis. It’s always the same story: “Someone made me feel bad because the oppressors keep oppressing me and the only thing I can do is to boycott everything they love.”

Your job in these moments is to sit there, nodding earnestly, and assure them how brave they are for speaking their truth. How insightful they are for identifying their feelings and connecting their personal slight to the downfall of society as we know it. You’re the emotional hype person, a life coach they didn’t hire but absolutely expect on demand. Because this is part of “doing the work.” You are supposed to keep them in line. To point out the vision. To say, “all is not lost for our purpose is to make the world a happier, more equal place! And by doing this work, we are actively speaking truth to power by lifting marginalized voices and suppressing those who seek to destroy us!” Everyone nods in agreement.

Lord help you if you offer a different perspective. Suggest that maybe—not everything is a conspiracy of oppression. Perhaps the situation was their fault or maybe they need to do some self-reflection, and suddenly, you’re the problem. You’re unsupportive. You’re not “doing the work.” You’re complicit in the very system that wants to take away your right to [fill in blank cause: ie abortion, welfare, fight climate change/racism, etc].

Why progressives won’t debate with logically sound arguments

Progressives perceive logic as the origin sin. Data and objectivity take a backseat to personal experiences, reframed as indisputable truth, while any reliance on objective truth is dismissed as "white supremacy."

(My Substack is called ‘Weird Logic’ because of this.)

Critical thinking, as traditionally taught, has been positioned as the tool of the dominant groups in society, often framed as a mechanism of maintaining power and perpetuating systemic inequalities. This "framework" is labeled as white supremacy, because it encourages questioning and analyzing the status quo in ways that protect the established order. It also makes people easier to control.

Critical theory, on the other hand, is positioned as a tool for the oppressed, a method of questioning not just the structures but also the very legitimacy of opposing views. It draws on feminism, gender studies and postmodernism to rethink society. Disagreement within this framework is seen as a direct threat to the dismantling of the dominant power, essentially viewing opposition as a reinforcement of white supremacy. In this way, critical theory becomes a vehicle to replace the current power dynamics (aka cis white men), prioritizing the lowest denominator of the oppressed group's voice in the restructuring process (aka black poly trans sex workers). This is how they get 2 + 2 = 5 in all seriousness.

There. I just saved you four years of an expensive Harvard degree.

The shift rejects science and intellectual rigor in favor of power. Instead of valuing virtues like merit, integrity and humility, power is treated as the highest form of worth. Critical thinking and objective truth are sidelined, with personal experiences and group identity being prioritized over facts. The result is a culture where the focus is on enforcing an outcome rather than fostering quality debate.

When they say, “This requires a conversation,” it’s really code for, “We’re going to dismantle everything you stand for and then make you feel like an idiot for holding those beliefs.” It’s a way to bait you into a position where they can reframe your views into an original sin, not with the intention of good faith, but to crush your perspective and turn you into a punchline. It’s not about mutual understanding; it’s about stealing your personal power and making you insecure.

This is their weapon of choice and the engine behind the culture wars. It has reshaped education, media, film, nonprofits, NGOs, and much of the Western world. From blue states to European policies, from boardrooms to classrooms, its influence dominates, steering narratives and redefining societal norms. The battleground isn’t just political—it’s cultural, personal, and global, demanding a critical eye and courage to question the status quo.

The goal is compliance, conformity, and taking what you’ve worked for—your job, money, and connections—and redistributing them to the most oppressed. They wrap it all in the language of justice, but the fine print is clear: to participate, you must toe the line, police your thoughts, and enforce the narrative. It’s the ultimate indoctrination. And once you lose your privilege, you never get it back because they see it as unearned, regardless of merit.

You may not have noticed that it’s been a wild west of power grabs for decades. Who can flex their moral superiority the hardest. Who’s got the loudest virtue signal, the sharpest critique of privilege, and the most “progressive” lifestyle. They tie themselves to causes, but under it all, there’s a web of corruption, abuse, and money laundering. These aren’t leaders with integrity like Denzel Washington in Remember the Titans—they’re manipulators, using political correctness as a weapon to climb the ranks, a tactic that was perfected by Mao Zedong.

Before the election, these tactics were everywhere, creating an atmosphere of fear where dissent felt dangerous. They carried themselves like they had all the leverage, silencing opposing voices through intimidation. But when you’ve had enough of their overreach and step away from the Democratic Party, their response is swift and vicious. You become a target—more than just someone with a different opinion, you’re framed as a threat. Longtime friends question everything about you, painting you as selfish, ignorant, or even immoral, treating you like just another adversary to crush.

The deprogramming process

When I started exploring other political parties, it felt like stepping into an entirely different world. There was no constant validation or reinforcement of my identity—no one was love-bombing me into their movement. In progressive circles, victimhood felt like a badge of honor, a key to unlocking everything. But in this new space, there was no such currency. That was the hardest thing to let go—the comforting idea that my struggles could define me and earn me endless power.

Oh, even now, just thinking about it makes me feel like a junkie reminiscing about the best high of their life. That sweet, sweet validation—not for anything I did, but for just being. Marginalized? Check. Amazing? Obviously. Supreme being? Don’t mind if I do! The whole internet, echoing like a stadium crowd chanting my name, convincing me I deserved to treat myself like Beyoncé on her birthday. And yeah, it was a trap—but oh my God, what a luxurious trap. Addictive doesn’t even begin to cover it. With the echo chamber gone, what’s left is just me and my insufferable victim mentality that needed one hell of a bootcamp.

Without the constant validation I’d grown used to, I started dipping my toe into ideas that were forbidden. There’s no guidebook for that. Where once there was a daily dose of “YASS QUEEN,” there was now guilt. Guilt for subscribing to The Daily Wire, knowing my old friends would probably call me a psychopath for giving Ben Shapiro the time of day. They used to say he was the devil incarnate, but honestly? A lot of what he says sounds practical, even reasonable—not threatening at all.

When I hear progressive talking points about causes I haven’t kept up with, I can’t help but think, “These people sound so crazy.” And it’s not hyperbole—they’re living in an alternate reality, meticulously gaslit by legacy media into believing the civil rights movement never happened or that the Holocaust was some elaborate hoax for the sake of radical equality for Palestinians.

Since leaving the progressive cult, the fallout has been immense. I’ve lost hundreds of friends—entire networks of people I’ve known for decades. Organizations I poured my heart into have blacklisted me, and some family members refuse to speak to me. The ostracism is brutal—like what I imagine leaving Scientology feels like.

The decisive rejection of progressive policies in the election was nothing short of transformative. In a single moment, their influence fractured. DEI initiatives are losing their momentum, Netflix has restored previously censored content, and Trump’s administration is systematically challenging reforms it deems unproductive. Meanwhile, the façade of legacy media and celebrity virtue has cracked wide open—what was once subtle is now glaringly evident, exposing the self-serving narcissism that used to thrive under a veneer of cultural authority.

I feel like we’re on the cusp of a creative renaissance, a wave of art, film, and ideas that have been simmering, waiting for the moment they could breathe again. The weight of the overcorrection, the performative conformity—it’s breaking. It’s like watching the sky clear after years of gray. That cultural lockdown had us suffocating in the monotony of safe, approved narratives. But now the edges are fraying, and I can feel it—something raw and real is about to break through.