Today, on Women’s Day, there is nothing to celebrate when so many remain staring into the void, like ostriches with their heads in the sand, in the face of this government’s blatant corruption.
Everything revolves around their needs, their lacks, their eternal victim narrative, but about the country crumbling around them, they don’t say a word.
They prefer to focus on their own struggles, real or invented, while the rest of the disaster goes unnoticed. It’s a stance that not only ignores reality but aggravates it.

They clamor to save the planet with their climate obsession, as if a plastic bottle were the end of the world, but the real rot—politicians who steal, violence in the streets, poverty crushing millions—doesn’t even warrant a whisper from them.

And wokism, that ideology they’ve embraced like a cult, has twisted everything: reason, science, language, to the point where no one knows what’s true anymore.
They’ve elevated their causes above any common sense, and the result is a confused society staggering under misplaced priorities.

The family, what once gave structure to life, has also fallen under their influence. With their vision of “liberation,” they’ve turned men into adversaries, children into obstacles, and marriage into something disposable.
The toll is clear: fragmented homes, lost generations, and a social fabric unraveling while they celebrate their autonomy.

And it doesn’t end there. They’ve backed ideas so extreme that we now see men competing as women in sports, hitting those born female, all under the banner of an equality that defies reality. That’s the fruit of their progress.

They speak of reproductive rights as if abortion were a trophy, discarding lives in the name of freedom, while accusing others of oppressing them. But oppression is a convenient myth when they have laws, quotas, and entire days dedicated to them.

They’ve filled classrooms with gender theories that bewilder children, rewiring their minds until they don’t know who they are, and then they blame “society” for the problems they themselves have sown.

Art, culture, entertainment: everything is saturated with their vision, drowned in a political correctness that suffocates any creativity.

And meanwhile, what do they do about corruption? What do they say when crime rules, resources vanish, and people suffer? Nothing.
They hide in their speeches, their events, their social media, as if a hashtag could change anything. They don’t confront the real evils; they prefer to live in their bubble of selective causes. The country sinks, and they, with their silence and narrow focus, not only allow it but hasten it.

They’ve taken what could have been strength and turned it into an excuse for inaction. They don’t deserve applause or flowers; they deserve a mirror to show them the chaos they’ve helped create.