It’s Pride Month. Again. And if you’re in Norway, you can’t take a walk, drink a coffee, or scroll a screen without having this sanctioned display of state-enforced “inclusion” jammed through your eyeballs. But let’s ask the question no one dares to: What the hell does the pride flag even stand for anymore?
Let’s start with the obvious lie: it’s not a rainbow. A real rainbow has seven colors. The pride flag has six. Why does that matter? Because seven has long symbolized divine perfection—God, creation, completion. Six? That’s the number of man, of imperfection, of Lucifer himself. And no, that’s not a coincidence. The biblical rainbow was a promise—a covenant that God wouldn’t flood the Earth again. Today’s rainbow mockery is a banner of rebellion, a twisted symbol dressed up as “love.”
But it goes deeper. Flags are not about inclusion. Flags are about identity. About territory. About drawing lines. The pride flag started with eight colors, then dropped to six, and now there are dozens of variants—trans flags, intersex flags, progress flags, neo-pronoun whatever flags. Each new version is supposed to “include” more people, but all it really does is fracture and exclude anyone who doesn’t kneel to the current orthodoxy.
That’s not inclusion. That’s ideological segregation.
The flag isn’t the problem. It’s the symbolism. The forced conformity, the false unity, the constant evolution designed to guilt you into compliance. It’s a cultural weapon disguised as a moral virtue.
So this month, ask yourself: are you celebrating something real? Or are you just saluting a flag that doesn’t include you—and was never meant to.
— Wout
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