Service Stands. Socialism Speaks
These days, there’s a new crop of headlines every morning — pushing through like a tornado, storming our sanity and clouding our judgment. We live in a world of information overload. What once filled a year now floods a single day. News, opinions, outrage — all stacked high and hollow. Platforms connect people faster than thought, and somewhere along the way, fact surrendered to perspective. It’s no longer about truth — it’s about who posts first, who shouts loudest, who sells the cleanest narrative. In this flood, we have to be careful what we take into our minds. Not everything loud is worth believing.
We see it every day — and we’ve seen it without pause since October 7 — as Israel fights for survival. No-name bands, not worth mentioning or dignifying, use their five minutes of fame to chant death to the only army of democracy in an entire region. An army where men and women serve side by side, with equal opportunity and equal burden. And of course, the BBC would broadcast it. It’s on brand. A station that once steadied a nation through the Blitz now stumbles through moral fog, airing only one side of a war Israel never asked for.
We see B-list actors weaponize their Judaism to judge an army the moment far-left media outlets rush to condemn the IDF. They cry “war crimes” into microphones allergic for context. Even Josiah Bartlet would call it nonsense. You cannot compare the IDF to Hamas. You cannot scream “genocide” every time innocent lives are lost in a war — especially when one side uses civilians as human shields, and the other drops leaflets to the people before sending in bombs or troops.
I don’t remember Hamas issuing evacuation warnings at the Nova Music Festival. I don’t remember them placing courtesy calls before the slaughter on October 7.
What’s being sold now is more than language. It’s history. Rewritten, reframed, repackaged to protect feelings rather than teach facts. We’re raising a generation on slogans and scripts, not substance. A generation that knows how to chant but not how to question.
A country that hates its past cannot have a future. We see this rising across western culture — in the streets of London, in New York, in the lecture halls of the American Ivy League.
Socialism is great, except for one thing: human beings.
Free healthcare sounds great — right up until your surgeon earns the same as the janitor. Good luck on that operating table.
Good writers borrow from others. Great ones steal outright.
In the West, socialism has become the shiny new script. A romantic rewrite that promises everything and demands nothing. Free healthcare. Free college. Free housing. No questions about cost. No answers about consequences. Just slogans. Just feelings. It speaks the language of justice but borrows its moves from ideology.
What’s unfolding in parts of the West today isn’t progress. It’s a remix. A return. Back to the Bolshevik Revolution. Back to Tehran in 1979. Back to the moments when outrage dressed itself as righteousness and then built regimes on the ruins of reason.
Socialism often begins as a rebellion against injustice. But it ends as obedience to ideology. And the far left, in its current form, is sprinting down that road with its eyes wide shut.
Meanwhile, the men and women defending Israel keep doing what they’ve always done: serving.
Look at Israel. A country of just over nine million, surrounded by enemies, under constant threat. And yet it stands. Why? Because its people serve — in the military, in their communities, in the quiet moments when no one is watching. They protest, they argue, they dissent. But not from shame. From love. They don’t want to dismantle their country. They want to strengthen it.
When the rockets fall, they don’t scatter. They close ranks. Toward defense. Toward duty. Toward each other.
There’s no utopia in a bomb shelter — but there is courage. There is defiance. There is even dancing. The choice to live boldly when life itself is under siege.
They don’t lose sleep over chants from crowds who’ve never known war. They don’t fight for likes, or headlines, or applause. They fight for their brothers. Their sisters. Their mothers and fathers. Their sons and daughters.
And as history shows — those who call for their death rarely get what they want. From Beirut to Tehran, the chants are loud — but the funerals are louder. One by one, the ladder of vengeance keeps breaking. And Israel keeps climbing.
In Israel, history is not a source of shame. It’s a source of strength. Young people grow up learning not just what was lost, but what must be protected. That’s the core of service. Not obedience. Responsibility.
They don’t worship the state. They serve it. Men and women enlist not for glory, but because survival requires it. They debate. They dissent. But they don’t hate their flag. When the bombs fall, they dance — not out of naïveté, but defiance. Because even an imperfect country is worth defending. Especially then.
Contrast that with the rising culture on the far left, where every grievance becomes a system and every system an enemy. Where success is called exploitation, effort is labeled privilege, and the very idea of national pride is treated as a moral flaw.
The promise is seductive — a society without poverty or exploitation, where no child goes hungry and no billionaire hoards obscene wealth while others sleep in tents. Who wouldn’t want that? Who wouldn’t trade the chaos of capitalism for something cleaner, fairer, more humane?
But the problem with socialism isn’t the dream. It’s the reality.
Layered into that orthodoxy is a deeper sickness. One that rewrites history not to honor truth, but to punish identity. White guilt. Colonial shame. The belief that living on “stolen land” disqualifies your future. It’s a doctrine of inherited sin, not personal responsibility. And it misunderstands the arc of civilization.
Every country on earth was built through conflict. Every border drawn by war, treaties, conquest, resistance. That’s not injustice. That’s reality. You don’t move forward by apologizing for existing. You move forward by earning your place in the present.
Capitalism is flawed — deeply. But it gives space to the individual. It allows dissent. It tolerates eccentricity. It doesn’t demand worship of the state. And when it fails, it fails in public, where the market can correct. Socialism fails in secret, where no one is allowed to notice until it’s too late.
When you build a country, when you defend it, when you fight for it — you root for it just a little more. That’s what democracy is. Not perfection, but participation. Not obedience, but ownership. The system isn’t sacred. The people are. And when they serve, they strengthen it.
Freedom isn’t a gift. It’s a task. A fight. A promise renewed by every generation that chooses to stand up instead of sit back. Not because it’s easy. Because it’s right.
In a world flooded with noise, the ones who serve don’t shout — they stand.