June is almost here, which means the corporate spasm of rainbow flag-waving is about to commence with all the subtlety of a Vegas drag show crashing a funeral. Pride Month, the holiest month in the calendar of Ba’al worship, is not content with simply your tolerance of them. Tolerance was the Trojan horse. The beast has now kicked down the gates, marched into the public square, and has begun licking its chops at your children.

You’ve seen it—on cereal boxes, children’s clothing displays at Target, bank ads on Hulu and Netflix, and, of course, in every single government agency pretending this rainbow orgy is a civil rights movement rather than a well-dressed pagan bacchanal.

And for thirty days straight, you will be force-fed the gospel of sexual self-deification, preached by everyone, from men in stilettos to bureaucrats in HR departments. And woe to those who dare roll their eyes.

Television becomes completely unwatchable. Not because of bad acting or lazy writing—although there’s certainly that—but because every other commercial wants you to believe that two bearded men in lipstick adopting a child is not only normal, but beautiful. It’s Hallmark, but filmed in Gomorrah. Disney, Netflix, Nickelodeon—pick your poison. They aren’t even pretending anymore. The subtext has become text, and the text is a rainbow-colored manifesto screaming:

“Give us the children!”

Public libraries will be transformed into drag dens where grown men play dress-up and gyrate in front of toddlers while the local school board claps like trained seals. Don’t ask why it’s always the children. You know why. You know exactly why. And if you don’t, try organizing a “heterosexual heritage story hour” and see how fast the tolerance police arrive with pitchforks and press releases.

Mainline churches will be decked out in pride gear, rainbow flags draped over the communion table, sermons deifying Harvey Milk, and lesbian pastors giving out “free mom hugs” at the parades.

Public schools are just indoctrination camps with a side of cafeteria slop. Public education has become public reprogramming. They won’t teach your kids how to write in cursive, but they’ll sure as heck make sure they can list all 57 (how many are we up to now?) genders before lunch.

Reading, writing, arithmetic? That’s outdated. Now it’s identity politics, inclusion, and intersectionality. DEI, the other three-headed monster of corporate repentance and state-sanctioned thought reform, has devoured the curriculum. Your child doesn’t need to learn biology—they need to learn that biology is a construct, and Johnny can be Jenny if he wears a dress and cries in the right pronouns.

It’s not enough that society is on fire—they want your kids to dance in the flames.

Meanwhile, the very institutions tasked with protecting innocence have thrown it to the wolves. The church down the road? Flying the pride flag, hosting LGBTQ+ “affirmation workshops,” and mumbling through Romans 1 like it’s an awkward family dinner. The big corporation you work for, the schools, the local police department…

And you? You’re the bigot. You’re the backward, unloving, patriarchal threat to democracy because you don’t want your daughter to be told she’s probably a boy. This is conquest. It has nothing to do with individual rights and everything to do with religious rites. It’s ritual pagan child sacrifice—only now, it’s done with glitter and hashtags.

So if you’re still sitting your kids in front of the TV, taking them to the library, or dropping them off at public school as if you’re not handing them over to be catechized by Caesar in a dress—ask yourself why. Ask yourself what you’re really doing. Are you raising your child, or are you offering them up?

There’s a reason they call it “Pride.” And there’s a reason God hates it.