If someone who looks like you commits a crime and your first instinct is to defend them, you’re not moral, you’re afraid.
Afraid that their guilt stains you.
Afraid your identity can’t survive truth.
If someone commits a crime, the facts don’t change because of melanin, gender, ideology, or history.
I don’t carry other people’s sins.
I don’t need excuses dressed up as empathy, and I don’t rewrite reality to protect a demographic. I operate on personal responsibility, act wrong, own it.
As a Freemason, I respect the diversity of men within the fraternity.
But I don’t make excuses for corruption.
If a member violates our obligations, he should be expelled immediately. No pass because he is my Brother.
Brotherhood without accountability is rot.
What you call “standing up for your people” is just group survival instinct hijacking your conscience.
At the turn of the century, I was working at Fox Sports, on Best Damn Sports Show Period.
Tom Arnold was hosting, with John Salley and Michael Irvin.
I built props for the show. Comedy sketches were written for guests, sometimes they landed, sometimes they didn’t.
One day, John Leguizamo was scheduled to appear. The writers pitched a bit involving a Mexican character in a sombrero talking about his fighting rooster.
He refused to do it.
Not because it didn’t work comedically, but because he claimed it was discriminatory toward his people. “His people.” I find it hilarious when a celebrity thinks he is the spokesperson for all people that look like him.
What people forget is this:
the sketch wasn’t canceled.
They simply had someone else do it. Another Latino man jumped at the chance.
And it was funny.
The show moved on. The audience laughed. No outrage. No harm. Just comedy doing what comedy does.
That moment stayed with me and every time I see John Leguizamo I think of that day.
Because comedy isn’t endorsement. It’s exaggeration. Satire. Discomfort. Refusing a joke on moral grounds while remaining in the comedy business isn’t courage, it’s selective outrage.
Fast forward to now, and he’s telling people: if you support Trump, don’t watch my movies.
That isn’t activism.
That’s ideological gatekeeping.
And let’s call it what it is,
weak grandstanding.
The weakest kind.
It costs nothing and risks nothing.
If an actor believes an entire group of people are morally unfit to watch his work, then consistency matters.
If it were up to me, I’d handle it the same way Fox did back then.
I would remove his voice from the animated films he’s performed in.
Replace the character with a different actor.
Re-record the dialogue.
Move on.
No canceling.
No speeches.
No drama.
Just consequences that align with the position he’s chosen.
Because you don’t get to profit from an audience you openly reject.
Art doesn’t belong to political purity tests.
And audiences aren’t obligated to bankroll contempt.
The huddles achieved together, becoming strength where the other was weak, supporting one another through strife and sorrow.
Difficulties were overcome as one.
Those baleful, profane with jealousy of that unity, slip into the cracks, filling them with poison.
Advice arrives from those with plaques on the wall, yet unable to govern the misgivings of their own lives, dispensing guidance they themselves fail to embody.
Another failed prescription compounds the damage.
The downward spiral grows heavier as those who claim to help, pull apart the once-unified beauty of a family.
Unrecognizable now, not only in attitude, but callous in behavior.
The effort required to hold it together becomes unbearable, draining the strength needed to move forward.
What was once a future of shared sunsets reveals itself as a house of cards.
The sky does not mourn, what was given freely.
Attachment is now only the residue of dried glue from what was once joined.
Dependency is the sand in an hourglass. If left unturned, the future becomes depleted.
With the implosion of sports media on social platforms, commentary has devolved into something fully farcical, an endless loop of memes and half-baked takes delivered with absolute certainty and zero regard for reality. Grown adults speak confidently about the most absurd coaching and player acquisitions as if roster construction were a fantasy draft run by vibes, hashtags, and wishful thinking.
This hysteria isn’t happening in a vacuum.
There are nine head-coaching vacancies in the NFL this year, yet fanbases and pundits alike are casually assigning the same elite coaches and star players to half the league, often simultaneously, without the slightest awareness of contracts, compensation, leverage, or basic math.
And let’s not forget the ex-players, many of whom suffered so many concussions they can barely remember playing in the league, now repackaged as “analysts.”
The result is noise masquerading as insight:
confidence without constraint,
speculation without consequence,
and commentary completely detached from how the league actually operates.
What used to be analysis is now cosplay.
Everyone’s a GM.
Everyone’s an insider.
Everyone speaks with the authority of someone who has never read a contract, managed a locker room, or grasped that billion-dollar organizations do not operate on vibes and retweets.
Freemasonry is dying a slow death as it is now. Many Grand Lodges and its leadership don’t have a clue and only care about their per-capita.
Leadership is lacking.
Every year Masons are being expelled for embezzlement. In California, these are not isolated incidents; they are symptoms of a deeper decay in oversight, mentorship, and accountability.
They closed all the lodges in California under Gavin Newsom’s leadership for two years and destroyed all fellowship. Two years without labor, without ritual, without human contact did not merely pause growth, it reversed it. Momentum was lost. Brothers drifted. Candidates disappeared. What had been rebuilding in the right direction was fractured.
At the same time, the mystery that once distinguished the Craft has been willingly surrendered. Ritual, symbolism, and internal workings are now casually exposed on social media by brethren seeking attention rather than understanding. What was once entrusted is now performed. What was once earned is now uploaded.
Freemasonry does not die because men stop knocking.
It dies when those inside forget why the door mattered.
It dies when lodges are so desperate for members the West Gate is left open for all.
The Craft does not need trendiness. It needs leadership with courage, restraint, and memory.
“If destruction be our lot, we must ourselves be its author and finisher.”
— Abraham Lincoln
Lincoln understood something many still refuse to face:
Great nations rarely fall to foreign armies. They collapse when internal discipline, responsibility, and shared standards erode.
The modern ideological left, often labeled “woke”, embodies this internal decay. It rewards grievance over competence, emotion over reason, and identity over merit. A society that trains its citizens to see themselves as victims will eventually volunteer for its own decline.
We need to start taking these woke movements seriously, not dismissing them as harmless cultural noise. They are organized, ideological, and strategic. And they must be confronted, exposed, and shut down through law, culture, and civic resolve before they hollow out the institutions meant to hold the country together.
Ignoring them has proven far more dangerous than opposing them.
Nikita Khrushchev echoed this truth from the outside. Though frequently paraphrased, his warning was unmistakable: America would not need to be invaded, it could be weakened by its own contradictions, softened from within.
Under Joe Biden and Kamala Harris, as the lingering ideological third term of Barack Obama, the United States has drifted closest to that danger.
Open borders, weakened sovereignty, and tolerance for adversarial economic blocs like BRICS attempting to undermine the dollar have accelerated internal vulnerability.
Foreign powers hostile to our way of life are advancing not with armies, but with access, slowly imbedding themselves in our infrastructure, creeping into our backyards, and eroding sovereignty piece by piece.
This is not invasion by force, it is erosion by access.
Under recent national leadership, the United States has drifted closest to that danger. Open borders, weakened sovereignty, and tolerance for adversarial economic blocs attempting to undermine the dollar have accelerated internal vulnerability.
Meanwhile, Trump represents a direct interruption of that trajectory, reasserting borders, national interest, and economic leverage.
At the local level, the same ideological pattern repeats. In New York City, leadership now reflects a soft collectivism, installed not by hardship or merit, but by privilege and ideology, stacking cabinets with officials who view governance as social engineering rather than stewardship.
This is not collapse by invasion.
It is collapse by mental illness redirected.
A free society cannot survive if it refuses to defend the principles that made it free. Borders, merit, accountability, and shared civic standards are not outdated ideas, they are structural necessities. When they are weakened, the nation does not bend. It hollows out.
When people refuse the cost of discipline, they invite control to replace it.
As for freedom, it doesn’t announce its exit. It follows a magician’s rule:
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