The Celebration That Reveals Them
By Troy Megill (Tron)
Everyone is supposed to be celebrating. The evil empire is falling. The petrodollar is cracking. The Strait is no longer a US lake. The bases are burning. The allies are pivoting. The debt masters are losing their grip.
This is a time for joy. For relief. For the simple, honest pleasure of watching a corrupt system collapse under its own weight.
But something strange is happening.
The minions of the empire are not celebrating. They are biting. They are attacking. They are offended by your happiness. They call you a conspiracy theorist, a traitor, a fool. They tell you to be quiet, to be respectful, to wait for official confirmation from the very institutions that have been lying to you for decades.
And in doing so, they reveal themselves.
They are not neutral observers. They are not reasonable skeptics. They are the defenders of Darth Vader. They are the ones who kept the machine running, who rationalized the torture, who looked away from the children, who called the rapist their president and the pedophile their friend.
They are the minions of the empire.
And they don't like being seen.
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The Celebration Is the Test
When you celebrate the fall of an evil empire, you are not just expressing an opinion. You are taking a spiritual stand. You are aligning yourself with life over death, truth over lies, sovereignty over servitude.
And that alignment forces everyone around you to choose.
Those who are enslaved—who have sold their souls to the empire, who have built their identities around its flags and its lies—cannot celebrate. Because your celebration exposes their chains. Your freedom reminds them of their cage. Your joy is a mirror that shows them exactly what they have become.
So they lash out. They insult you. They call you names. They try to shame you into silence.
But their anger is not about you. It is about themselves. They are angry because you are free and they are not. They are angry because you see the truth and they cannot bear to look.
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What the Minions Are Showing Us
Every person who gets offended by your celebration is a living document of the evil the empire was made of. They are not innocent bystanders. They are the foot soldiers, the apologists, the enablers. They are the ones who laughed at the jokes about the children, who saluted the flag while the Constitution burned, who called the rapist a good man and the traitor a patriot.
They are the ones who made the empire possible.
And now they are mad at you for pointing it out.
Let them be mad. Let them bite. Let them reveal themselves with every angry comment, every downvote, every accusation. They are not hurting you. They are documenting their own allegiance. They are writing their own obituary.
The empire is falling. The minions are scattering. And the ones who attack the celebrants are only proving that they were never on the side of life.
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So Celebrate
Do not let them steal your joy. Do not let them shame you into silence. Do not let their anger become your cage.
Celebrate. Laugh. Dance if you want. Post the memes. Write the manifesto. Speak the truth.
Because every minute you spend celebrating is a minute the empire is dying. And every person who gets offended is a person who just showed you exactly who they are.
You are not fighting them. You are not proving anything to them. You are simply living in the light of a truth they cannot bear to see.
And that is the best revenge of all.
Over and out. 🦅🎉