"He that walketh with wise men
shall be wise: but a companion
of fools shall be destroyed."
Proverbs 13:20

The party of fools is a self-eating snake that has finally swallowed its own tail.

Hallelujah.

If Lori Lightfoot, Brandon Johnson, and other corrupt Chicago/Illinois politicians are the leading house fatigue generators for the globalist plantation owners in that region,

It is heartening in the extreme to see regular, working-class blacks reject the destruction they would undoubtedly suffer for walking in tandem with such fools.

"He that walketh with wise men shall be wise."

Bravo, Chicago.

In the 90s, drag queens and the like were there, and nobody bothered them. Nobody cared. I remember the gay kid in high school, in the 80s, and it was never an issue. He wasn't in the closet, but never talked about it. Everybody knew he was gay, but I never heard a single conversation maligning him, behind his back or otherwise. He was in my AP English class. Sometimes you'd get assigned to the same group, when the teacher wanted you to discuss The Scarlet Letter. A book about sexual indiscretion and religious hypocrisy, if I remember correctly. Heavy topics, addressed without a trace of moralizing "sex positivity" that would imprison (or assassinate) the modern Hester Prynne for not mutilating her body to conform to the degenerate religious orthodoxy of today. And we discussed the novel openly, with an obvious gay guy, because we understood that his sexuality was totally irrelevant to anything outside of his personal life, and none of our business.

The teacher even invited us all to her house to watch the brilliant new Robin Williams film Dead Poets Society, because it was about poetry, and life, and freedom. So we went to her house and drank soda and ate pizza and watched the film. And nobody got fondled, or drunk, or high, and nobody's parents were concerned about us being there. Indeed they had no reason to be.

I remember that night to this day. One of the best teachers and classes I ever had.

Thank you, Mrs. Douglas.

Today, Mrs. Douglas, they'd say you were brainwashing us. For teaching us to think.

But they are fools, aren't they. And, like their fascist predecessors, they and their companions will be entirely destroyed.

A singing cactus once told me that in a land of fools, the wise must walk alone. But when the laughter of the fools is finally burned away, and the students have learned to stand on their desks again, discussing religion and adultery in 19th-century literature with free, uncloseted gay kids in a high school English class led by Charlie Kirk,

Perhaps the wise can come in from the desert, and we can all go back to living our lives.

Thank you, Charlie Kirk, the John Keating of your generation. May many new Keatings rise from your example.

Rest in peace.