Beware the rulers who crave the thunder of marching feet, the spectacle of might arrayed before the cowed masses. From Stalin’s Red Square to Hitler’s torchlit rallies, from Kim’s grim parades to Putin’s staged triumphs—the hunger for adoration is the same. And now, the shadow falls upon the land of the free.The people slumber, unaware of how fragile their liberty has become. A single spark—a crisis seized, a fear unleashed—and the strongman will rise. Martial law shall unfurl like a black banner. Congress will be silenced, the courts brushed aside like withered branches. And when the people resist, brother shall turn against brother, for the tyrant thrives in the chaos of civil strife. The hour is late. The parade ground awaits. Will you march, or will you kneel? The choice comes sooner than you think.
Beware the rulers who crave the thunder of marching feet, the spectacle of might arrayed before the cowed masses. From Stalin’s Red Square to Hitler’s torchlit rallies, from Kim’s grim parades to Putin’s staged triumphs—the hunger for adoration is the same. And now, the shadow falls upon the land of the free.The people slumber, unaware of how fragile their liberty has become. A single spark—a crisis seized, a fear unleashed—and the strongman will rise. Martial law shall unfurl like a black banner. Congress will be silenced, the courts brushed aside like withered branches. And when the people resist, brother shall turn against brother, for the tyrant thrives in the chaos of civil strife. The hour is late. The parade ground awaits. Will you march, or will you kneel? The choice comes sooner than you think.