American Lunacy, Part 3: Revelation

Looking for vaccination records. Mis-click a link. End up on a foundation website. There it is. Your company's DEI policy. Word for word. Published 2015. Implemented 2021. HR said they wrote it themselves.

Lying sacks of shit.

That gut feeling? Recognition. What your body always knew. The rehearsed meeting was rehearsed. The overnight policy was waiting. The viral language was engineered. You called it conspiracy theory. It was just theory. Being tested. On you.

Watch them panic. Not election panic—existential panic. LinkedIn profiles deleted overnight. Hard drives burning. Websites that were "transforming democracy" last week—gone. Democracy becomes evidence. Cockroaches when the light hits. These cockroaches have PhDs.

The audit starts small. Then someone notices: this program has twelve employees, no output. This nonprofit got forty million to "reimagine justice." Check their website—gone. Reports—never filed. Address—WeWork.

Always a fucking WeWork.

Then fifty. Then hundreds. Ghost programs. Phantom initiatives. Zombie departments. All feeding at the federal trough. Producing nothing but your son's professors, your daughter's counselors, your company's consultants.

The machine ran on your money. Teaching your kids to hate you. With your taxes.

$1.7 billion through Arabella Advisors' network. Four nonprofits. Shared offices, shared staff, different names. Sixteen Thirty Fund. New Venture Fund. "Dark money" the media only mentions when conservatives do it. When liberals do it, it's called philanthropy.

Pull one thread. Find the conference. 2019. "Reimagining American Institutions." Attendee list reads like Biden's appointment roster. Every panel became federal policy. Every workshop became curriculum. The woman teaching your son about "white fragility"? She was there. Slide deck and all. Planning your family's re-education before COVID gave them cover.

Democracy Alliance. 2005. Billionaires in hotels while you watched American Idol. Soros, Steyer, others. Mandatory $200K annual commitment. NYT called it "secretive." Wasn't secret. You just weren't invited.

"Two weeks to flatten the curve" became their Normandy. Not for public health—for public transformation. While everyone was scared, they were building. While we isolated, they networked. While we were "in this together," they were in Zoom rooms together. Planning what to do with us.

State Action Networks. Founded 2016. Same bills pop up in different states, same week. Like synchronized swimming but for legislation. Not coincidence. Infrastructure.

The resignations tell stories. Not political appointees—the permanent government. Thirty-year careers ending overnight. Sudden grandchildren discoveries. Urgent health concerns that didn't matter last Tuesday. They're not retiring. They're running.

Because someone's asking real questions. Why does this program exist? Who authorized this? Where did the money go? Simple questions, devastating answers. The same people who called your myocarditis questions "dangerous" now scream about violated norms. Your questions were violence. Their exposure is tragedy.

Watch the protests shrink. Revolution is expensive when you pay for it yourself. Signs get shabbier. Chants quieter. Same fifty people. Same purple hair. Same dead eyes. Even their outrage was subsidized. Like everything else about them.

But here's what they didn't count on: Memory.

The nurse who got fired remembers. The parent arrested at the school board remembers. The business owner who lost everything remembers. The grandmother who died alone—her family remembers.

We all fucking remember.

You can make people submit. Can't make them forget.

Reality returns through revelation, not revolution. The drag queen reading to kindergarteners? Funded by grant. Traced to foundation. Linked to billionaire who thinks your five-year-old needs "liberation." From what? From you.

Your tax dollars through public libraries. San Francisco. New York. Spreading like an STD through the library system. American Library Association endorses. For the children.

Your daughter's textbook dividing math by oppression? Committee-written in 2018. Your son's professor teaching America is evil? Fellowship-funded since 2009. Your HR department's war on merit? Consultant-designed in 2015. None of it organic. All of it planned. Every. Fucking. Bit.

Seattle Public Schools. "Ethnomathematics." Because 2+2=4 is white supremacy now. Gates Foundation funded it. Of course they did. Bill couldn't leave well enough alone after Windows.

They had conferences. Slide decks. KPIs for social destruction. ROI on civilizational collapse. Your family's disintegration was a bullet point in someone's PowerPoint. "Disrupting the nuclear family" wasn't a slogan. It was a deliverable. With quarterly benchmarks. Like they're selling widgets, not destroying lives.

BLM's founding documents. 2013. Right there: "We disrupt the Western-prescribed nuclear family structure." Not hidden. Celebrated. $90 million raised in 2020. Where'd it go? Check the real estate listings in white neighborhoods.

They almost pulled it off. The plan was perfect. Patient. Comprehensive. From your doctor's office to your daughter's classroom. From your son's dormitory to your office HR.

Except.

Americans remember what normal felt like.

Normal returns through exhaustion, not patience. Money dried up. Enforcers quit. True believers got promoted beyond competence—the Peter Principle but for revolutionaries. The grift got obvious. The harm got visible. Your daughter's suicide attempt wasn't a "learning opportunity." It was evidence. It was the bill coming due.

Teen depression up 52% since 2005. Teen suicide up 28% from 2007-2017. Girls identifying as trans up 4000%. Four thousand percent. Not four. Four thousand. The American Academy of Pediatrics calls this progress. Your daughter calls it Tuesday.

The machine required maintenance. Constant funding. Constant pressure. Constant propaganda. But machines wear out. Funding ends. Pressure releases. Lies take effort. Truth just takes time.

You weren't crazy. You were early. You weren't hateful. You were protective. You weren't wrong. You were inconvenient.

The man who couldn't find Ireland on a map? Perfect for them. Empty vessel. Familiar brand. Just add ideology and stir. Like instant coffee but for civilization collapse. But they got greedy. Pushed too hard. Let us see.

Once you see, you can't unsee.

Center for American Progress. Sixty-plus alumni in Biden's administration. Founded 2003 by Podesta. For this moment. The long game.

Now comes gravity. What they propped up falls down. What they inflated deflates. What they imposed expires. Not through counterrevolution—through physics. Through audit. Through transparency. Through someone they couldn't buy, blackmail, or shame.

They taught him their game by playing it against him. Four years studying their playbook while they celebrated writing it. Mapping their networks while they used them. Learning their pressure points while they applied them. They made him stronger trying to bury him.

Now he knows where the bodies are.

The efficiency department wasn't hastily assembled. It was planned. Prepared. Waiting. Just like their revolution. Except this one has spreadsheets. Receipts. Names. Numbers. DOGE isn't reform. It's reconnaissance with subpoena power. It's the audit from hell with federal authority.

Twenty years of patient building. Five months to map it all.

Game over.

Lies are expensive. Truth is free. Consequences are priceless.

You're not watching restoration. You're watching revelation.

You're not crazy. They're just allergic to consequences.

They fucked around.

Now they're finding out.

🔪 Catch Up on the Series:
Part 1: Build Back Better
Part 2: The Theft of Normal

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