Call Me “Reactionary” All You Want — I’m Reacting to Your Destruction

 

They call us reactionaries like it’s an insult, as if reacting to the collapse of civilisation is something to be ashamed of. But I’ll take that label with pride. I am reacting. I’m reacting to the smouldering ruins of the West, the shattered families, the broken borders, the hollowed-out churches, and the classrooms where boys are told they can become girls but not that they can become men. I’m reacting to the Marxist rot that has infected our institutions, the universities that produce professional victims instead of thinkers, the media that lies with every headline, and the political class that sells out its own people for claps in Brussels and payouts from Beijing. I’m reacting to the erasure of our history, statues torn down, heroes slandered, traditions mocked. I’m reacting to the replacement of merit with diversity quotas, of beauty with ugliness, of truth with feelings. I’m reacting to a world where drag queens are welcomed into libraries, but Christian crosses are torn from classrooms. You say I’m clinging to the past? You’re damn right. Because the past, the real past, was better. Not perfect, but better. The West built cathedrals, wrote symphonies, conquered disease, lifted billions out of poverty, and spread liberty across continents. The West forged men of character, women of grace, and children who knew their place in a story bigger than TikTok and gender theory. What have you built? A society of atomised consumers, weak men, bitter women, and chemically castrated children. You’ve turned citizenship into a punchline, borders into suggestions, and education into ideological re-education. You’ve made mental illness fashionable and patriotism shameful. You mock the West as colonial, racist, patriarchal, but you still demand its technology, its medicine, its human rights. You despise the roots but live off the fruit. And you label anyone who wants to save the tree a reactionary. Good. Let me be clear: I am not a “progressive.” I do not want to progress into madness, weakness, and national suicide. I want order. I want family. I want God. I want a civilisation built on strength, honour, duty, and truth, not on guilt, shame, and endless apologies. So yes, I’m reacting. I’m reacting like a knight defends a castle under siege. Like a father shields his children from a burning building. Like a man who knows that the West, for all its flaws, is worth defending. Call me “reactionary” all you want. I’m reacting to your destruction. And I will fight you until we rebuild what you’ve tried to destroy.