The arena filled with young people as a cloud of anticipation grew thick in the air. A pop star emerged on stage before an adoring crowd. The cheers mingled with acoustics thundered into the night sky. Some were close enough to see their idol, but most could only faintly see her in the distance. Her image played on a giant telescreen, singing to the backdrop of glittery music. Then a terrible explosion shook the ground, and screams of adoration were drowned by shrieks of bloody horror.
Pop music concerts are exercises of pure fantasy. A famous young person sings to the fawning of millions she’s never met. Their perception of her is based on the fake life she lives on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram. Her public appearances are all part of a carefully crafted image. She sings and tweets about love, diversity and acceptance, before her armed bodyguards escort her to the privacy of her limousine.
And that delusion ended when that bomb exploded. It ripped through phony ideals just like the shrapnel ripping through the faces of young girls.
Ariana Grande is one of the most notorious examples of spoiled-brat millennial starlets. Despite her success and fame, she has shown nothing but disdain for the people who have made it possible. She once told Buzzfeed in an interview, “I hope my fans all f*****g die.” She encountered controversy when she was caught on camera in a pastry shop professing her hatred for America and licking red-white-and-blue frosting on doughnuts she hadn’t bought.
Too many millennials exist in bubbles, living their lives on social media and thinking they can change the world with hashtag campaigns. Their aspirations are to get famous on YouTube and they retreat to safe spaces at the very idea that they may have to work for anything. My fear is that this generation will be forever Peter Pans, bitterly clinging to fantasy worlds while never growing up and leaving their parents’ basements.
Fantasy is the idol of this generation. It isn’t just iPhones and tablets from which they never look up. In 2016, the entertainment industry generated 630 billion dollars’ worth of revenue. Americans, especially millennials, are lost in fantasy. They try to escape the real world and substitute it with endless hours of Star Wars and World of Warcraft.
Yet with more entertainment options at our fingertips than ever before, never have we been more bored. We look to material possessions to fill an emptiness inside that only God can fill; and when the movies are over and the game systems have been turned off, we’re left alone and unsatisfied. So we go back again and again, always trying to lose ourselves and never finding true happiness.
But fantasies mixed with reality can be dangerous. And the most deadly fantasy of all is multiculturalism.
Ariana Grande was among many of those who openly embrace Muslim immigration and denounce “Islamophobia.” I can only imagine how many of her fans believed that borders are racist, that anyone should be allowed to come into their country, and Muslims and Westerners should coexist under a banner of love. They surely thought that terrorism was that fault of racist Western foreign policies, not the Quran. Most leftists live in a hallucination where ISIS is the reaction to global Islamophobia, and that once we show acceptance towards jihadists, they will lay down their arms and utopia can begin.
Reality was a hard lesson for the girls at Ariana Grande’s concert that night. Despite being the ones who promise to tolerate Islam, ISIS came for them. They were infidels standing in the way of the caliphate, just like the rest of us.
And with her multiculturalist fantasy dashed to pieces, along with the bodies of 22 of her adoring fans, Ariana Grande was left speechless. Her first statement after the attack was that she didn’t know what to say. Well, of course not. Her safe space had just been popped. The terror attack wasn’t just a tragic accident. It was the consequence of her own worldview bringing death and destruction to innocent people.
Hollywood child molester Lena Dunham put it best when she tweeted “Heart breaks for everyone at the @ArianaGrande show- terrorism and hatred disrupting a magical escapist experience. Sending all love.” I may never say this again, but she’s right; but not for the reasons she thinks. The “magical escapist experience” was a fantasy, while “terrorism and hatred” are the new harsh realities for most Europeans.
But few vapid celebrities have learned their lesson and are just doubling down on ignorance. Justin Timberlake said “We need to do better. We need to LOVE ONE ANOTHER” while Katy Perry tweeted “No barriers, no borders. Let’s coexist.” That’s easy to say while locked in private mansions surrounded by armed guards, while the rest of us are on the front lines living in terror of being blown up because of “no borders” and “coexistence.”
I, for one, am sick and tired of being lectured about “Islamophobia,” not just from celebrities, but from actual policymakers. The epidemic of terrorism rocking Europe is a direct result of the immigration policies of idiotic world leaders. After each new terrorist attack, Europe goes into a state of mourning, before announcing a new round of tens of thousands of Islamic refugees. Just like American celebrities, European presidents sit in high places, palaces surrounded by barbed wire, while trying to social engineer a multicultural paradise. Their own citizens are unfortunate enough to be the eggs crushed to make the halal omelet.
How many more people have to die in the name of political correctness?
Ironically, one of the largest sectors of the fantasy industry today is the inexplicably successful zombie apocalypse genre. In the past 10-15 years, zombie-related media has become a 7 billion dollar industry. “The Walking Dead” is one of the most successful shows on TV. The obsession with zombies has become so prevalent that the line between fiction and reality has been blurred. Fema, the CDC, and the Defense Department have done actual zombie preparation drills. This is supposed to be a “fun way” to teach people about real disaster preparedness.
Call me cynical, but the hard truth is that a real zombie apocalypse is coming. Only instead of groaning for “braaaiiins,” the zombies scream “Allahu Akbar!” They are coming, surround us every day, growing by numbers. Instead of feasting on our flesh, they’re here to behead us unless we submit to their religion.
The irony isn’t lost as millennials gleefully spend fortunes on zombie video games and countless hours immersed in movies and TV shows, bragging that they are prepared for when the real one hits. Yet they turn a blind eye to the menace of open Islamic immigration. They cheered as the ninth circuit uplifted Trump’s “xenophobic travel ban.” Imagine a zombie movie where the heroes, instead of battling for survival, try to embrace the zombies in the name of love and coexistence. It would be a short movie. And it’s exactly the one playing out in this generation.
Less than a week after the Manchester attack, Islamist gunmen opened fire on a bus full of Coptic Christians. Christians have become the most persecuted group in the world. And what are we doing about it? Nothing. Terrorism is met with grief but no action from spineless politicians and media. ISIS is winning as they inundate us with so many attacks, we become numb to them. We send love and prayers for the victims and hold candle light vigils all over the world. Then we lay down and brace for the next one. Each brings less of a surprise. As Nazi scientist Josef Mengele said of his inhuman experiments on Jewish victims, “The more we do to you, the less you seem to believe we are doing it.”
Sixteen years after 9/11, did we ever think we would still be refusing to deal with an ever-growing threat of radical Islam?
Call me “Islamophobic” if you want, but Islam continues to prove itself “phobic” of the rest of the world. You can keep embracing the fantasy of multicultural utopia if you want. But one day, your fantasies will be blown up just like Ariana Grande’s fans. Or the Coptic Christians on that Egyptian bus. Or the Americans who died as the twin towers fell. Or each Jewish rabbi hacked apart by Palestinian meat cleavers. And as the world goes up in a mushroom cloud, the lone jihadist will look up say “It’s just me and you now, Allah; but at least I can worship you properly!”