We are a nation where people in charge of writing laws, controlling budgets, and shaping your children’s future sincerely believe the Earth is 6,000 years old, was created in a week, and that a magical sky patriarch micromanages the weather, elections, and who wins the Super Bowl.
These are the same people who scoff at evolution, reject climate science, and think fossils are God’s way of “testing our faith.” They picture Noah’s Ark as a prehistoric cruise ship—complete with velociraptors in the shuffleboard lounge—and somehow expect you to trust them on matters like healthcare, international diplomacy, and constitutional rights.
Now the Supreme Court is entertaining a case that could overturn marriage equality, because apparently love between consenting adults is more threatening than mass shootings, poverty, or corporate corruption.
This isn’t just about bad policy—it’s about governance being handed to people whose epistemology is a funhouse mirror. When you believe the universe began as a magic trick performed for humans on a cosmic weekend, your policies bend toward control, purity tests, and theocracy. In Mirror Theory terms, they are projecting their own fossilized worldview into the collective reflection—warping it so reality conforms to their myth, not the other way around.
And here’s the thing about Forcing Theory: consciousness must expand or collapse. There is no steady state. A political movement built on denying reality is an anti-forcing machine. It cannot create novelty; it can only defend stasis. Which means that, left unchecked, it will try to collapse everything dynamic—science, diversity, rights—back into a brittle, unchanging frame.
Zen Absurdism tells us that existence is already ridiculous, but this is absurdity weaponized. The problem isn’t that people hold strange personal beliefs; the problem is when those beliefs become the operating system for public policy in a pluralistic society. Believe whatever you want about talking snakes and rib-made women in your personal life—but when you legislate from that myth as if it were geological fact, you’re not leading, you’re LARPing.
So here’s my modest proposal: if you think the Flintstones was a documentary, if you believe climate change is “in God’s hands,” or if your policy platform can be unseated by the discovery of a single transitional fossil—you’re out. Not persecuted. Not imprisoned. Just disqualified from running the machinery of reality for 330 million people.
Because delusion is a terrible governing philosophy. And holy moly… we’re screwed.