A people stands by its men and its women, distinct, allied, rooted. They have set out to break that. Not in a visible laboratory. In the school, the phone, the ad, the official speech.
They feminise the men. They zombify everyone. A zombie does not hold a border.
The war on boys
From school onward the boy is a problem: too loud, too rough, too “toxic”. He is taught shame before a trade. He is told his nature is a threat. Every abandonment of manhood is celebrated as progress.
Meanwhile girls are given another poison: you can be a boy if you suffer, your body is a possible error, your unease is an identity. Two paths, one target: no more fathers, no more mothers, no more continuity.
This is not compassion. It is engineering. A man who apologises for existing will not build a country. A woman from whom the word “woman” is stolen will not defend her daughters.
The anaesthetic
The rest of the work does itself, once the phone is in the hand.
Screens from waking to sleep. Pornography before love. Legal cannabis as a human right. News feeds that replace the neighbourhood, the workshop, the church, the lake. Reality is no longer forbidden: it is made boring.
A young man who no longer touches a plank, a hunting rifle, a steering wheel, a girl he respects, a land he can name — that young man is already halfway gone. He will vote whatever is put in front of his eyes. He will occupy nothing.
Wokeism calls this “care”. Platforms call it engagement. Governments call it peace. I call it a zombie population: plugged in, uprooted, incapable of useful anger.
Who gains
A demasculinised, disconnected people accepts mass migration. It accepts Agenda 2030. It accepts the criminalisation of its speech. It accepts Antifa holding the street while being told that the danger is itself.
Nations that still stand still have fathers, mothers, trades, borders and a taste for the real. The others have apps.
I am a woman. I do not ask for diminished men. I ask for men who stand — and for women who refuse to be an “assigned gender”. Quebec was not cleared by avatars.
Nothing will be rebuilt with zombies. Unplug. Come back. Hold.
Let us bring back common sense.