And so, the worst month of the year begins. June—the month of the Sacred Heart—has been taken over by perversion. The love that dares not speak its name screams all month long in our faces. You cannot get away. Rainbows everywhere. You are tempted to stay inside, lower the shades, like the three days of darkness, praying for the demons to pass by.
You can count on seeing their anti-Christian hate rainbow everywhere. There will be a rainbow sticker on the ATM at the bank. You want cash? You get the rainbow, too.
Rent a car for a summer drive, and the person behind the desk will have a rainbow lanyard for their name badge.
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Your local grocery store will have a colossal rainbow display right inside, even before you get to the peaches. They will sell you rainbow balloons for Junior’s birthday party.
You work in a corporate milieu? You can’t get away. Human resources will ensure you rainbow-remember every single day. They’ll serve rainbow cake in the lunchroom, with more sashaying than usual.
Your kids in government schools, and even in some Catholic schools, will chalk rainbows on the asphalt in the playground. They will learn about such rainbow heroes like pedophile Harvey Milk.
Are you in the military? You will snap a sharp one to the rainbow flag. If you don’t, kiss your promotion goodbye.
Rainbow nights at the ballpark, even in little league. You will eat rainbow Double Stuffs, drag rainbow corn chips through rainbow salsa, pour rainbow milk over rainbow Cheerios. Dare we hope that corporate co-optation will drain the gay rainbow of meaning? We can only hope.
You have to hand it to the rainbows. They make up no more than 1.6 percent of the adult population. That’s a mere four million people who “identify” as rainbow, about the size of Los Angeles or the state of Oklahoma. There are more Methodists. Of course, they want you to think they make up 10 percent of the total population, roughly 33 million. That was always a lie ginned up in the criminal work of wicked Alfred Kinsey, high priest of the Rainbow Zeus.
So successful has been that lie that youngsters now believe that 25 percent—83 million—of the population are rainbow. Of course, calling yourself non-binary gets you cost-free into the Rainbow Club, and it is a safe harbor that comes with all sorts of societal huzzahs. Even if the numbers lie, hats off to the rainbows for their achievements. They have made us all if not worship Rainbow Zeus, at least acknowledge him or grit your teeth as you look away.
“Rainbow Zeus” was coined by my friend Professor Matthew Mehan, Associate Dean of the exalted Hillsdale College’s D.C. campus. Rainbow Zeus is a false god, an angry god who demands our attention if not our worship. This is why so many people think they have to bend the knee.
You have to light the candle to get along, not get fired. You must wear the rainbow lanyard, salute the rainbow flag, even if you utterly reject the gay rainbow; even if you understand that the LGBTQ+ rainbow is a giant middle finger to the Triune God. It is. The rainbow is His. It was His promise that He would not destroy mankind again. The LGBTQ+s say, “Oh yeah, try this!” You must wear the rainbow lanyard, salute the rainbow flag, even if you utterly reject the gay rainbow; even if you understand that the LGBTQ+ rainbow is a giant middle finger to the Triune God. Tweet This
Christians have faced this kind of totalitarianism before. “Just step on the image of Christ and we will leave you alone. Use mental reservation and just step right there. All will be well. It doesn’t mean anything. Just do it.”
This June, say no. Tell human resources, “I am a Catholic, and in good conscience, I cannot wear the rainbow lanyard.” If your grocery store puts up that hideous display, march up to the manager, as my wife did two years ago, and tell him the display is offensive because it cancels women. The display went away.
In a very kindly way, ask the girl at McDonald’s, “Did they make you wear that rainbow nametag?” You just might get an eyeroll, a shared secret that she agrees with you. And you would let her know she is not alone in her disdain.
Do more. Buy a Sacred Heart flag and put it up in place of your American flag. For the month of June, we will be hoisting a huge Sacred Heart flag of the Vendée peasants who resisted the French revolutionaries and were slaughtered for it.
The rainbow nonsense is not a grassroots thing. It is purely top-down, forced on us by the rich and powerful. Remember Chick-fil-A Day, when millions turned out to buy a sandwich in solidarity with the owner’s support of man-woman marriage? That was grassroots, and that is us. And it scared the rainbows half to death to know so many do not go along with their propaganda.
And always remember this: our God is awesome, and He stands against this Rainbow Zeus who is, after all, Satan.