This is not cancel culture – what we’re witnessing is far darker, far more insidious — it’s the slow, methodical de-construction of a society that traffics in the remains of its past. It’s not about accountability. It’s not about “holding people to task.” It’s about using gravestones to pave roads and flesh to make lampshades.
The fat, bloated, self-righteous mob of so-called progressives stands at the altar of righteousness, taking sledgehammers to history while they wear masks of virtue.
They claim to be cleansing society of its sins, but in reality, they are engaged in a sick, perverse form of archaeological scavenging — digging up the bones of the dead and parading them as trophies in some twisted cultural game. This is not redemption. This is exploitation.
We’ve seen this before — where the dead are not given rest but used as tools to feed some twisted, bleeding moral high ground. Take a look at the so-called “cancellation” of people who dared to step out of line, to speak the wrong words, or to fail the ever-shifting standards of an enraged public.
They don’t just want to erase; they want to control the narrative, and in doing so, they turn the graves of the past into a road to nowhere. A long, dark, endless highway, paved with human wreckage.
This is not social justice. It’s a perverse fetishization of purity, a grotesque theater of destruction. They aren’t canceling—they’re desecrating. And we should be afraid, because once the bones are picked clean, there’s nothing left but ashes. Nothing left but shadows of what we used to be.