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Writer's picturePatrick Brennan

God, guns, and football.

Updated: Nov 14


What we’re witnessing, is the unfiltered underbelly of America, clawing its way from the shadows, clutching the wheel with trembling fists, and plowing down the highway with neither brakes nor mercy. It’s a takeover powered by humanity’s lowest impulses, perfectly wrapped in the glittering garb of patriotism. “Keep them ignorant, keep them loyal, give them a show”—the battle cry of a nation descending into self-imposed darkness. This is America’s brain-rot parade, led by flag-waving, cross-clutching zealots wielding their ignorance like a scalpel. Ban the books, erase the history, blur the edges until what’s left is a twisted trinity of God, guns, and football.


The worst part is how long it took to see it—to truly see through the cracks. In high school, I watched the lifeless shuffle between classes, the vacant stares, and thought, “Well, it’s only high school. College will be different.” But then, college came, and the ignorance only grew louder, more self-assured and comfortably numb. A full ecosystem of empty heads, masquerading as enlightenment, where everyone pretended to be engaged but wouldn’t dare think for themselves. Soon, I thought, I’ll escape to the world of work—a place where people might actually know things, where they’d take action, make real choices, and maybe even think.


Wrong again. Corporate America only turned up the volume on the droning hum of self-interest—a relentless parade of people bound to gossip, sports scores, and daily trivia while the world outside blurred into irrelevance. Lives reduced to a cycle of performance reviews and petty rewards, everyone too terrified to rock the boat. Fine, I thought, I’ll rock my own boat. I’d get off entirely—buy a farm, find some sliver of peace, and live on my terms.


But here we are, teetering on the last leg of this American experiment—a house of cards built on ignorance, blind zealotry, and willful illusion, draped in a tattered cross and flag. The hate is dressed just subtly enough to keep the masses comfortably oblivious.


It’s a fortress of chosen stupidity, so deeply rooted, so ingrained in the DNA of this place, that it leaves you with two choices: drown in it or run. I hope the ones who choose to stay find the strength to endure.

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