(poorly-drawn image of Alfred Hitchcock)
Good evening. No, I do not consider myself to be Spartacus. As society has become quite contentious of late, I find it wise to take certain precautions. Our enemy has apparently decided that his time is running out. Curiously, the same intelligentsia who scoff at God are readily embracing paganism and witchcraft. I'm reminded of the young man who insisted the sky was falling. Quite impossible, though anything becomes fact through hysterical repetition: evolution, planet warming, even switching one's gender. I shall refrain from subjecting the world to such an attempt on my part.
Our enemy's strategy seems a sort of pagan fascism. The parallels are remarkably consistent with that old playbook authored by leftist American thinkers who had such a profound influence on Herr Hitler. The global warming priesthood must appease the climate gods through ruinous and pointless 'carbon taxes'; those patriot heretics must be silenced; the abortion god Moloch must receive a steady diet to reduce our 'carbon footprint', whatever that is; doctored vaccines sterilize the young and rush the elderly to early graves. Perhaps Fauxcahontas and Spartacus are correct in their implied choice of trappings. In a world rapidly reverting to barbarism, the pagan elites are merely imitating their heroes from the dark ages.
I must now seek the safety of my new abode, a war surplus battle tank. It's completely impervious to the likes of CNN, so I may rest undisturbed by their sinister whispering. Good night.