The image says it all. Wembley Way—that grand corridor of British pride leading up to the iconic Wembley Stadium—now draped not in the Union Jack, not in team colors, not even in neutral, celebratory decoration. No, the entire promenade has been lined, lockstep and in perfect uniformity, with massive banners of the so-called “Progress Pride” flag.

The street is flanked on both sides by these multicolored banners that reach from top to bottom like ideological columns. They form a gauntlet through which the masses must pass, a parade route not for sport, but for subjugation. The flag is everywhere, and where the flag flies uncontested, the message is unmistakable. This is occupied territory.

It’s not hard to see what’s happening if you haven’t been tranquilized by sentimentality. These flags aren’t there to welcome. They’re there to warn. You will comply, or you will pay the price. You will affirm, or you will be punished. You will celebrate, or you will be eliminated—socially, professionally, eventually perhaps even legally. The rainbow, once a symbol of God’s covenant, has been hijacked as a banner of conquest.

And here, amid the modern towers and polished pavement of London, we are witnessing something that has happened before.

People wince at the comparison, but they shouldn’t. The LGBTQPABCDEFG+++ movement, in both style and substance, increasingly mirrors the tactics of the Nazi regime. Not in identical targets, but in identical strategies. Not in race-based supremacy, but in ideological supremacy.

Back then, the Nazis wore red armbands and carried swastikas. But today’s revolutionaries wrap themselves in rainbow stripes and hashtags. And don’t let the color palette fool you—the underlying tone is the same. It’s domination disguised as enlightenment.

Both movements began with grievance. Both played the victim long enough to seize the moral high ground. Both leveraged public sympathy into political power. And both turned quickly, ferociously, into engines of indoctrination.

The youth were always the target. The Nazis had the Hitler Youth. The Alphabet Mafia has drag queen story hour. One marched children in brown uniforms to shout slogans and memorize ideology. The other puts children in rainbow tutus and feeds them lines about gender fluidity, chest binders, and hormone blockers—preferably before they can read. In both cases, the goal was to bypass the parents, bypass natural instincts, and capture the next generation before their moral compass has a chance to set.

And what happens when dissenters speak up? When someone says, “Maybe we shouldn’t confuse five-year-olds about their sex” or “Perhaps genital surgery on minors is a step too far”? They’re not debated. They’re not engaged. They’re not tolerated. They’re purged.

Silenced.
Fired.
Doxxed.
Demonized.

Like traitors to the cause. Just as Nazis had no tolerance for ideological deviance, today’s rainbow enforcers brook no dissent. Try to decline the flag. Try to run a business without the sticker. Try to keep a sports league, a classroom, or a church free of the doctrine.

Try to say no. See what happens.

The language has changed, but the architecture is the same. The slogans are different, but the cadence is familiar. Back then it was “Ein Volk, Ein Reich, Ein Führer.” Today it’s “Love is love,” “Trans rights are human rights,” and the endlessly recycled pieties of inclusivity and affirmation—chanted with the same hypnotic cadence, enforced with the same groupthink obedience, and weaponized with the same ideological fervor.

And don’t be fooled by the smiles. Authoritarianism doesn’t always come jackbooted and grim. Sometimes it comes in sequins and eyeliner, wagging its finger with a grin that dares you to disagree. It doesn’t burn Bibles, it bans them quietly through school boards and big tech. It doesn’t jail pastors, it fines them, bans them from platforms, and accuses them of hate speech. It doesn’t shut down churches, it strangles them with policies and social pressure until they sing the new hymns or die.

Every oppressive regime believes it is liberating someone. Every censor sees himself as the protector of progress. Every cult believes it is loving. And every ideological empire eventually reveals its appetite for absolute control.

We are not witnessing the dawn of tolerance or building a brighter future. We are witnessing the twilight of reason, marching, one banner at a time, into a brave new darkness—where reality is malleable, children are pawns, and truth is whatever the regime says it is.

So yes, it is like Nazi Germany. Not because today’s rainbow crusaders are rounding people up and sending them to camps—at least not yet—but because they are methodically turning public spaces into temples of forced compliance, demonizing dissent, corrupting children, and demanding ideological purity.

The symbols may be different. The sins may be different. But the spirit is the same.

And that spirit, the modern zeitgeist, doesn’t wear jackboots anymore. It wears drag. It reads to your kids. It waves a rainbow. And it smiles.