As a Jewish convert to Orthodox Christianity I want to state one thing clearly: the Orthodox voices clutching their pearls about “antisemitism” don’t speak for me and I never asked them to. As I’ve been saying since long before “October 7th,” the primary cause of antisemitism is Jewish behavior. It isn’t hatred or gentile psychopathology. On that note, I also don’t trust anyone who only began criticizing Jews or Israel once the topic became safe and popular. If you knew the truth and didn’t say it because you were worried about monetization or censorship, you’re a coward and I’ll never respect you.

Back in April, a front desk lady at my local gym began wearing a “gay pride” pin to her job. I complained to a member of the City Council about it and was told in no uncertain terms that it was perfectly allowed for her to display sexualized political symbols at work, where hundreds of families and children pass her desk each day. Yesterday I walked in and lo and behold — her new coworker was wearing a tranny flag pin in addition to the main lady wearing her gay pin. I felt the swell of anger and desire to confront them but decided to consider it during my workout before saying anything. I thought about it during my ride on the stationary bike and decided it was time for a conversation. Though in general I don’t like confronting people in this manner, I decided the only reason this kept happening is because nobody else was saying or doing absolutely anything about it. I thought of the Lorax, specifically the ending, and the revelation of why his pedestal said “Unless.” At the end of the story its message is revealed: “Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better — it’s not.” I decided to care a whole awful lot. I confronted the two women and began to record them, which I am perfectly allowed to do, with the intention of bringing the video to a City Council meeting and making it public knowledge that city employees are wearing that garbage in front of kids. I was told I needed permission to film (no I don’t) and that they “didn’t appreciate” what I was doing (I don’t care). They got some man in the back to come confront me and save them, and he told me he was going to have me trespassed (he can’t) for harassment (which I was definitionally not doing). I know the laws. I asked point-blank whether if I wore Nazi paraphernalia at the gym I would be defended as zealously as he was defending the alphabet people, and after saying he “hoped I wouldn’t do that” told me that yes I’d be within my rights. I told him I didn’t believe him for a second and would be speaking with the Mayor about the situation. I went back today and the usual suspect was at the desk. For the first time I can remember — no pin. A death glare, but no pin. She watched me everywhere I went in the gym, scowling. I like to think they finally decided it wasn’t worth the headache and trouble just to shove gay tranny propaganda down the throats of kids anymore. All it took was one person to finally stand up for what’s right and not allow himself to be bullied by people whose actions are detrimental to society. These people are not used to it; they think they’ve won. It’s beyond time to remind them that things are changing now. All you have to do is care a whole awful lot.

Found this today at a local coin show with my priest — a 6th-century Byzantine half-follis minted by Emperor St. Justinian.