Why do kids want to be superheroes? Why do younger men want to be famous musicians and the game-winning sportsman who saves the day with one second left on the clock? Why do today’s leftists want to usher in the socialist revolution? All three questions have the same answer: Because it’s cool.

Well, it’s cooler than cool; it’s romantic.

Imagine you were Tabula Rosa, a blank slate. The human mind at birth, quite literally. Then imagine that adults, whom you inherently and biologically heed and respect, started telling you that an evil villain was keeping the entire world from reaching its full potential. This villain kept the poor poor. They oppressed every nonwhite person. They hoarded all the wealth and treated lower classes as slaves. They raped, harassed and tortured all of the women – all of your mothers and sisters. They were evil people.

This villain even has a name and face, and is easily recognizable: The straight white male.

But, alas, don’t panic; don’t fret. There’s a magic bullet available to kill this villain, and it’s never been tried before: Socialism. And all we need to do is get rid of whitey and collapse capitalism!

You’d buy into it. You know you would. If you’re reading this, it’s better odds than Secretariat running against a mule that you’re religious. Not knocking religious people; just pointing out that most people believe what they’re told, despite evidence. It’s an evolutionary advantage for humans to believe what they’re told.

“Ooga, you no walk in tall grass. Serpent bite you, you die.” Our human tendencies toward believing what we’re told is an evolutionary safety mechanism.

That doesn’t mean you’re going to believe everything you’re told. Though if you’re an impressionable kid who’s lived a sheltered life in a bubble, an individual whose real-world experience consists of being pampered by doting parents who saw to it you’ve never wanted for anything, then when you hear about how atrocious the world is outside of your own privilege, you want to do something about it. You want to fight to help the socialist revolution succeed. (The same effect seen in kids who’ve grown up told from day one that everyone is against them because of their skin color. Though they’re not in it for the romance; they’re in it for the reckoning.)

This is where we’re at with millions of younger people around the west today. Plenty of older people too; but let’s be honest: They’re primarily the ones selling the snake oil, making their livings off of feeding the innocent minds of young people these romantic fairy tales.

You learn that the world is an awful place. Not just in third-world nations, but especially right outside your community. Next town over, those evil white supremacist capitalist patriarchs are murdering black people, rounding browns up into vans, taking their children away, raping their women when not busy only paying them 76 cents on the dollar, and on it goes.

You become a kid again. Your fantasies still do involve throwing on the cape and saving the day, and your villain is in clear sight: Western civilization. Only the socialist revolution can save the underclass.

You, being a middle-class member of the bourgeoise, likely white as the driven snow, are now a powerful knight. Mama’s panties and black hoodies your armor. Trash cans your practice targets. Every person not agreeing with your politics an enemy knight with whom you must duel. You’re the lead in a romance novel. You’re the capital-K Knight whose valor is measured in whole by how well you fight in order to bring about the socialist revolution.

There’s just so much damn romance in the notion; how can you resist?

As a quick aside, the “me, me, me” vanity of all Marxists has always befuddled me mightily. So, okay, you want to be part of a collective…because reasons. Though you’re also simultaneously trying to be the bell cow of the herd, coming up with the coolest-sounding pronouns, the best protest sign, the biggest victim story, so all the attention is on you. You don’t want to simply help usher in the socialist revolution; you want to lead it and be the primary reason it succeeds.

Anyway, back to my rant…

This is how I view Marxism in general and the fabled and much sought-after socialist revolution specifically: It’s a bunch of young people, doing the bidding of crooked huckster profiteers, who literally live inside of a LARP.

LARPing is the way of life for a revolutionary. After all, when you’re dressing up in your costume to play pretend, you’d look pretty f*cking stupid if you showed up alone with no one to fight. So Ben Shapiro wanting to speak at a university is something against which you must not only fight but wage a damn war! Oh, someone has a Trump hat? Ripping it off their head is the bare minimum they deserve. LARPers must create the fictional universe within which they will play out their fantasies.

Yeah, you know it, I know it, they know it – these are children. They’ve never grown up having to experience the real world. All they know about the real world they get from Marxist teachers and crooked media. They have no depth perception. They have no ability to recognize patterns of behavior. They are taught, quite literally, that what one feels take precedence over what one can prove is real.

And they feel like ushering in the socialist revolution is their duty.

Some will grow out of it. Some will end up in positions where they’re the ones peddling the snake oil. Some will live their entire lives believing that their participation in the LARP is the essential cog in the wheel of the socialist revolution. Few will wake up to reality, at least any time soon.

One believing one’s wrong is easily led to right. One believing one’s right is harder to move off their position than a mountain. These poor bastards believe that the best civilizations on the planet are actually the worst, and so efforts to wake them up often bear no fruit.

What’s to be done then? I really wish I knew.

Despite every single one of their contrary-to-tradition positions getting BTFO’d on a daily basis. In the face of actual reality contradicting everything they stand for. The objective, demonstrable examples to show of their preferred economic system causing mass murder and rampant suffering. Through all of this, they simply go harder after chasing the socialist revolution on their high horse.

Perhaps there’s nothing to be done at all.

Perhaps we just need to invest in more helicopters.