How America Fagged Up The World

Picture this: a gaggle of American elites—think Ivy League grads, Beltway bureaucrats, and Silicon Valley utopians—sitting atop the world’s throne, deciding they’ve got the magic fix for everyone. It’s not bombs or bucks this time (though they’ve got those in spades); it’s ideology wrapped in rainbow flags, sprinkled with feminism fairy dust, and chased with a unicorn chaser. On their watch as the dominant power, they didn’t just fumble—they fagged the world by exporting a glittery mess that distracted, diluted, and derailed entire societies. History’s got their number, and it’s a neon sign flashing one word: whoops.

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The Rainbow Distraction Game

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First up, the flags. America’s elite didn’t just wave rainbow banners at home—they turned them into a global battering ram. Pride wasn’t enough; it had to be a gospel, preached from embassies in Warsaw to villages in Uganda. dissenters weren’t just wrong—they were bigots, ripe for re-education. The pitch? “Embrace our colors, or you’re stuck in the Dark Ages.” Never mind that half the planet was busy dodging bullets or starvation—apparently, the real crisis was not enough glitter.

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It’s almost comical: while nations wrestled with trade deficits or crumbling grids, these elites air-dropped identity politics like it was humanitarian aid. The distraction worked—focus shifted from corrupt governments to pronoun policing, from economic survival to flag-waving festivals. The world didn’t need saving with rainbows; it got drowned in them instead.

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Feminism as a Trojan Horse

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Then there’s the feminism angle—not the gritty, practical kind, but the elite’s glossy version, shrink-wrapped and shipped worldwide. They peddled it like a cure-all: smash the patriarchy, and utopia follows. Sounds nice, until you see the fine print. In their hands, it wasn’t about lifting women—it was about watering down cultures, turning traditions into punching bags, and installing a one-size-fits-all ideology from Washington to Waziristan.

The result? Chaos with a hashtag. Places where family or faith held sway got a lecture on “empowerment,” while the elites ignored the blowback—resentment, division, even radicalization. They didn’t mean to fag the world; they just couldn’t resist remaking it in their image, stilettos and all. Funny how “liberation” left so many picking up the pieces.

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Unicorns, Furries, and the Absurdity Bomb

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And don’t get me started on the unicorns—figurative and literal. America’s elite didn’t stop at flags and feminism; they unleashed a cultural circus to keep us all gawking. Furries prancing at conventions, influencers preaching “self-love” over substance, a whole generation hooked on fantasy while reality burned. They exported this nonsense globally—TikTok trends in Tokyo, pronoun debates in Timbuktu—until the world was too busy chasing sparkles to notice the screws loosening.

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It’s peak distraction: drown the globe in absurdity, and no one asks why the elites’ watch delivered debt, drones, and dysfunction. They fagged the world not with malice, but with a bizarre brew of idealism and arrogance, thinking unicorns could fix what tanks couldn’t. Spoiler: they didn’t.

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The Global Wreck on Their Watch

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Here’s the rub: this isn’t about America the people—it’s about the elite who grabbed the megaphone and turned it into a glitter cannon. As the dominant power, their job wasn’t to play world therapist with rainbows and TED Talks; it was to steward stability. Instead, they pushed a watered-down, divisive dogma that left cultures reeling, priorities scrambled, and the planet distracted from real crises. History won’t call them evil—just spectacularly, laughably inept leadership we’re all facing. At each point previously in history this was much more savage, vulgar and with higher consequences for all involved. America has found itself as the global leader at this moment in history, written into the history books as having been the be country that fagged up the world, and it’s the safest paradigm shift yet…A paradigm shift + glitter.

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