Time marches on. 

Yesterday’s threats recede into the background, and new threats arise under our very noses. 

Throughout history, we have seen that yesterday’s threats always seem to create the threats of today…and they always seem to feed on each other in a strange, perverse, sadistic way.  

But the thread linking all the threats of the past, present, and the future?

Well, that thread is always the same…if you know how to look beneath the surface. 

The situation is truer today than it’s ever been. 

Because this time, the threats are closer to home in a way we’ve never before seen. 

To understand what I mean, we have to take a trip back in time…

NOT SOME CRACKPOT CONSPIRACY THEORY  

Since 2015, my writing has been a voice crying alone in the wilderness warning of a single deadly foe:

The Postmodern Menace. 

I summarized this threat here two years ago, in my Summer 2023 piece entitled “Blasphemy of Inversion: Morgan Le-Fay’s Three-Fold Path of Emasculation”.  

That was my final, clearest articulation of this threat, inspired by the deadly wave’s insidious cresting with the release of the infamous Barbie movie. 

But it was not the first time that I called attention to it, not by a long shot. 

I learned of the threat firsthand from 2014-2016 while attending the University of Mary Washington in Fredericksburg, VA. 

It was there that I discovered that all of society was run secretly by Postmodernism…and it was soon coming out of the shadows to conquer all in its sway!

The worst part was that it wasn’t some crackpot conspiracy theory…its adherents in positions of power at the University were telling me this themselves! 

A LONE VOICE IN THE WILDERNESS 

For years afterwards, I railed against this threat to anybody who would listen…but everybody thought I was nuts. 

The Christians at Regent University that I transferred to in 2016 thought that they weren’t a threat at all, but just harmless misguided souls who could be easily converted to allies in the Culture War, if Christians just kindly reached out. 

I called this silly logic out in detail in my 2018 capstone research project for my Bachelor of Arts in Political Communications entitled “Christianity, Communication, and Beating the Postmodern Metanarrative.”

The teacher didn’t even comment on the article. I don’t think he ever read it. He slapped a 97% on it and called it a day. 

But the worst part of it all was that my own parents even thought I was nuts…

My cop Dad would get mad when I would bring this stuff up. With my Mom, there was a sad, pitying attitude in their eyes and voices to me that one would grant to a wounded dog.

In both incarnations, the sentiment expressed was: 

“You’re just a sheltered homeschooler. This stuff can’t be true because this wasn’t how College was for us in the late ‘80s and early ‘90s.”

Then 2020 happened.

WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE  

When 2020 erupted, Postmodernism was unleashed in an inexorable flood that I had long predicted was coming.

With their own eyes, all of society saw the danger for themselves now that I had been privy to before at my old Alma Mater…

And it shocked them to their core. 

I’ll never forget when it came full circle for me, on our last family road trip out of state with my Mom. 

It was August of 2020, and we had travelled across-country to visit our old home in Virginia we had left four years before for the icy fringes of the Frozen North.

We stopped at many sites, hoping to see American Civil War monuments and pay our respects before the mobs tore them down. 

We saw about 60 BLM rioters on motorcycles burning tires to shut down traffic on the interstate going Westbound. 

But that wasn’t the thing that shocked me the most. 

We went back to visit the campus at my old Alma Mater, the University of Mary Washington. 

There, students were protesting in the streets, clad in the ubiquitous black attire of ANTIFA, screaming their sadistic slogans.

My Mom rolled down the window and screamed back.

It was then I knew it had come full circle. 

WHAT THE CIA MAN FORESAW

In that moment, I felt a lot like William Colby, the CIA man who had been in South Vietnam in the late 1950s and early 1960s. 

During those early years, he desperately warned Washington time and time again of the growing strength of the Viet Cong. 

They were coming out of their spiderholes in Hanoi, down the jungle tracks of the Ho Chi Minh Trail, and spreading like a cancer in the rice paddies and villages of the Mekong Delta. 

Mom seeing these people firsthand, and screaming at them in verbal, up-front, straight-shooting confrontation? 

Well, it was like watching Hal Moore land his 1st Air Cavalry Division into Ia Drang Valley.

He came there because the problem had become so bad, it was now front page news. 

RALLY ‘ROUND THE FLAG

“You were right, Richard,” my Mom and Dad confessed. “You told us what was gonna happen, and we didn’t believe you.” 

I was just happy we were all on the same page…I hate disunity in the family, and I had been hurt that I had long been looked at as crazy for warning about one of the biggest Metaphysical and Political threats of our time. 

Their words were sincere and soothed my soul.

We were on the same team again. 

It was time to circle the wagons, and rally ‘round the flag. 

But bigger trouble was lurking right around the corner…

A FOE FROM THE PAST 

On November 10, 2020, I came home from work at the finest home improvement store on the planet (and one of the only places open for business in our state) to my Mom’s somber visage. 

“Richard,” she said gravely, “The cancer’s back.” 

I set my jaw and nodded. 

“Alright,” was all I said. “Let’s do it.” 

You see, my Mom had been diagnosed with colon cancer in April of 2017. She went through tough, tough chemo that nearly killed her, and finally had her lower colon removed in January of 2018.

We thought the cancer was gone for decades…we always knew it could come back, but we never thought it would come back so fast. 

Strangely, it was as if that devil spirit in the air that had gripped the nation had now wormed its way into my Mom’s body in an attempt to kill her…

And an attempt to kill us all in the process. 

THE 3 CS STRATEGY  

Immediately I set about launching a three-point strategy. “Our goal is to survive the 3 Cs,” I told Mom. “Corona, Critical Race Theory, and Cancer!”  

And for 14 months and 1 week, we did just that.

It was a tough time. It was sad. But it was also beautiful.

It was beautiful because we had Hope. 

Everybody in the family pulled together. There was no selfishness or disunity to be found. We were ready to “Pay any price, bear any burden” as JFK commanded…and we did so with great love and great pride. 

But on January 22, 2022…we were defeated. 

Cancer ultimately killed my Mom. 

And that was just the first domino to fall.

THE COLLAPSE CONTINUES 

Critical Race Theory would get us next.

You see, my Dad was a cop. 9 ½ years as a street Cop outside the city of St. Louis, and 22 years in Federal Law Enforcement. 

And the Critical Race Theory preached in the violence-riddled “2020 Summer of Love” would ultimately come to try and claim him. 

Mere months after my Mom’s own death, the emboldened criminal element nearly killed my Federal cop Dad twice. 

I was more concerned for him during this time in all his years overseas in hellholes like Mexico and Afghanistan. 

The criminal element knew the cops had their hands tied behind their back, and my Dad nearly paid the price. 

So he retired on June 1st, 2022, and nearly three decades of Law Enforcement that had shaped our family ended without a whisper. 

“I could only do two years under those conditions” he confided to me three years later.

Postmodernism had knocked down another domino…

But what would the last domino bring? 

THE MYSTERY REPLACEMENT 

It would be Corona’s Victory that would set up the mythical threat of tomorrow, in a way that not even I expected. 

You see, Corona brought Postmodernism’s excesses to light…from anarchical riots to tyrannical shutdowns, these excesses were all branches rooted firmly in the Postmodern tree of death.

And these excesses made the Nation realize that Postmodernism…or “Wokeism” as it was branded…was not something any sane person wanted. 

But the problem became…what was gonna replace it? 

A replacement had been brewing for years under the surface…and quite frankly, it wasn’t a good one. 

Because you see, it’s easy to rage against the system and scream “Tear it down!” 

It’s another thing entirely to build something Noble to take it’s place. 

Or better yet…rediscover something Noble that’s already been there, seemingly lost to the the dusty recesses of the night. 

But the replacement for Postmodernism would be anything but that. 

And that Mystery Replacement will be the topic of the next article…

And it will reveal the key to the threats of yesterday, today, and tomorrow alike!

Sincerely,

Richard Barrett

07-19-2025

Written at 9:25 PM, on a rainy night somewhere in the USA…

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