A woman in a Transformers shirt stands outside Smith College, screaming at a group of middle-aged women holding a banner that reads, “Women are adult human females.” She flails, rages, and hurls profanity like holy water against demons, as though declaring reality itself were an act of hate.

I don’t really want to put the video in here, as it is so full of foul language, so visit the link at your own risk.

There’s irony is that a “Transformer” is defending the delusion that you can transform what God has already defined. It’s almost poetic—sin wrapped in satire, rage wrapped in rebellion.

And yet, this is where the modern world has landed. Truth is now a threat. Biology is now bigotry. And those who still speak reality out loud are, of course, “fascists.” Do these clowns even know what fascism is?

The tragedy isn’t that people don’t know better—it’s that they do. Every human being lives in God’s world and breathes His air. They know that women are women and men are men. They know that chromosomes don’t repent and hormones don’t save. But Romans 1 says they suppress the truth in unrighteousness.

They bury the truth beneath slogans, surgeries, and manufactured rage. They make idols of their feelings, carve their identity from chaos, and bow down to the mirror as their god.

This is what happens when man dethrones God and enthrones himself. When the Creator’s authority is denied, creation becomes a canvas for delusion. Subjectivism isn’t neutral—it’s a declaration of war on the objective God. And every fist shaking at heaven is proof that deep down, they know He’s there.

This woman in the Transformers shirt isn’t just angry at those women on the sidewalk. She’s angry at the God who made her. Her fury isn’t about signs—it’s about sovereignty. It’s the echo of Eden: “You shall be as gods.”

But there is only one God. And He is not mocked.

The world can scream “love is love” all it wants, but its version of love is nothing more than the proliferation of lies. Real love tells the truth, even when it costs you. Real love warns sinners of impending doom and the looming reality of Hell. Real love calls men and women what God calls them—not because it’s hateful, but because anything less is hateful.

The rainbow that once pointed to God’s mercy now waves as a banner of rebellion. The very colors of His promise have been hijacked to celebrate defiance against Him. And yet, Christ remains unmoved—unchanged, unbending, unyielding.

The world may rage against reality, but it cannot rewrite it. Truth doesn’t bend, but it breaks those who try to.

One day, every tongue that cursed Him will confess Him. Every knee that mocked His order will bow to His throne. And every “transformer”—spiritual or literal—will face the One who never changes.

Until then, let’s keep preaching what is true. Even if it makes the world scream.