In our age of identity politics, where every individual’s personal peccadilloes are deemed a political statement and therefore there is, ironically, no division between the individual and the state, we are forced to celebrate “pride,” one of the Seven Deadly Sins.  Apparently, partaking in casual buggery with one’s demiqueer otherkin is cause for public celebrations and live sex acts performed before children.

That said, all the “Pride Month” foolishness seems more toned down this year.  There’s no doubt it’s still there, sashaying its glittery sinfulness through corporate America, but the rainbow is more muted.  Readers have probably heard how Target shuffled its Pride displays in Southern locations away from the fronts of stores after backlash from kid’s clothing with wiener-tucking abilities.  Anecdotally, while strolling through PetSmart, I saw one tiny display of “Pride” dog toys in the far back portion of the store.  Modern dog owners are already kind of weirdos (gulp!) who seem like they’d be into any alternative lifestyle, so even here in the South, it seems like PetSmart could get away with more flamboyant displays.  Instead, they’re sticking to what they do best—selling overpriced pet supplies.

The backlash seems to be from the increasingly overt efforts to force “Pride” onto children.  When it was just adults being forced to watch two men make out on television, or vague proclamations that “love is love,” we might wince, but it was hard to get over the (disingenuous and flawed) argument that “it’s just consenting adults; we’re just raising awareness.”

Now that there’s the clear grooming of children going on—an active effort to indoctrinate and seduce children into highly inappropriate and unnatural sexual relationships with adults—people are finally waking up.  The quest for homosexual “rights” was nothing but a Trojan condom horse to prey upon the vulnerable and the innocent.

Thirty years ago, it was, “we just want to come out of the shadows.”

Twenty years ago, it was, “we just want to get married, too.”

Ten years ago, it was, “we want to become another gender.”

Now it’s “we want to force your child to become a gender, then we want to have sex with it.”

Sin surely sends us down a slippery slope.

With that, here is “TBT: Reclaim the Rainbow“:

Well, here we are—that time of year when every corporation changes its logo into a rainbow format to avoid the persecution of people who define their entire identities based on which body part they want to stick into which hole.  God have mercy on us all.

Wouldn’t it be great if corporations pretended to love Christianity, like in the good old days?  Better yet, they could actually be Christian.  I guess Hobby Lobby, My Pillow, and Chick-Fil-A will have to do.

One casualty of our fascination with buggery—besides the kids groomed into “alternative” lifestyles and exposed to men in dresses reading them children’s books—is the rainbow, a symbol of God’s Promise never to flood the Earth again.

Rainbows are beautiful, but like everything the Left touches, they’ve been appropriated to represent something odious and sinful.

It’s time to “Reclaim the Rainbow“:

Orthodox Christian, America Firster, former US Senate candidate for Delaware, and current babe Lauren Witzke posted a meme to her Telegram page a few days ago featuring a rainbow with the Cross emblazoned in front of it, with the captions “June is Christianity Month” and “Reclaim the Rainbow.”

It’s a clever meme, of course, because June has become Pride Month, a month dedicated to forced corporate celebrations of abiological and immoral lifestyles.

Seriously, this stuff is everywhere:  I flipped on Hulu last night and the first, marquee recommendation in the streaming service is to explore its collection of alphabet soup offerings.  I fully expect to endure a month of seeing two effeminate men, probably both of some dubious ethnicity, making out every time I see an ad for deodorant.

The rainbow is a sign of God’s Promise to Noah—and, therefore, to humanity—never to flood the Earth again.  Rainbows remind us that God keeps His Promises (which is one reason I never fell for the climate hysteria about “rising sea levels”).

They’re also a beautiful reminder of the stern fact of God’s Judgment:  at one point, the world became so wicked, God flooded it, killing everyone but Noah and his family—a faithful remnant that carried on humanity, and life on the planet as we know it.  God won’t destroy the world with water again, but fire is still on the table.  It’s hard to imagine a world more wicked and lost than our own; could the world of Noah’s day really been that much worse?

Like with anything godly and good, however, Satan puts his own perverted spin on the rainbow.  Christians overlook this point at our own peril:  instead of standing up to the LGBTQ+2Aetc. crowd, saying, “The rainbow is a symbol of God’s Promise, not of the filthy antics you indulge in together in the bedroom and at public libraries,” we’ve let them mutate that symbol into a celebration—a prideful one, at that—of blatant perversion.

Again:  the symbol has been perverted into a symbol of perversion!

Christianity aside, rainbows are fun, childlike, and beautiful.  My niece often says her favorite color is “rainbow,” not because she’s going to be marching in any parades, but because she’s a sweet little girl.  Now, we have forces in society trying to normalize pedophilia.  The sickening twisting—the celebration of the sinister, evil, dark shadow image of the pure and the right—is becoming the norm.

So this Christianity Month, I urge Christians to boldly proclaim the Gospel; to denounce evil; and to reclaim the Rainbow.