Escape The Insanity Of Progressivism

Kingdom of Cain is a compelling critique of modern progressivism, portraying it as a force of insanity influencing all aspects of life. The book is not just a narrative but a call to action, encouraging readers to critically examine the world and the prevailing progressive agenda.

The author challenges the foundations of progressivism, offering deep insights and an alternative perspective to the narratives pushed by activists and politicians. The book highlights how progressive education systems can indoctrinate students, valuing ideological conformity over critical thinking.

It suggests that today's intellectuals are characterized not by their ability to think independently, but by their adherence to a narrow set of beliefs, particularly in their uncritical acceptance of progressive ideals. Kingdom of Cain aims to provide clarity amidst this chaos, positioning itself as a roadmap for understanding and questioning the complexities of the modern world.

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Excerpt from Kingdom Of Cain © Copyright 2024 Tanner Hnidey

There’s a reason no one’s ever heard of a post-modern, progressive, architect. They don’t exist. Any that might’ve existed flunked out of school. But suppose there were progressive architects. What would their buildings look like? Their buildings wouldn’t look like anything, because there wouldn’t be any buildings to look at. All of their progressive architecture, constructed with progressive ideals in mind, would be nothing more than heaps of rubble. How could they be anything else?

Architecture requires laws of construction, called “blueprints.” A truly progressive architect couldn’t stomach such laws, because it imposes a set of intolerable restrictions upon his artistic vision. But we need those rules. Without them, we might set our studs 48 inches apart on centre, or pour ½ inch of concrete in the basement, and act like everything’s fine as the house comes crumbling down.

I, for one, am very glad an architect who understands the importance of foundations and blueprints built my home; I hope progressive couples living in their homes feel the same. But while man is the builder of homes, God is the builder of everything, and, like blueprints telling us that studs

48 inches apart are dangerous, the blueprints for life tell us that progressivism is wrong.

To summarize this chapter, we’ve reached a fulcrum in our society where we’re progressing because we have to. We never stop. We progress purely for the purpose of progressing. The journey toward the end has become the end, but with progressivism, there is no end.

Rational men stop driving when they reach the campsite. Progressives aren’t driving to any particular destination. Hikers finish their climbs and enjoy the views at the mountaintop. Progressive hikers hate the mountain peaks, because it means their hike’s completed. For progressives, the journey is their destination. The hike is their summit.

However, there’s such a thing as driving too far; there’s such a thing as hiking too high. If you never stop driving, you discover you’ve driven nowhere. It doesn’t mean you’ve arrive at some secret oasis; it means that you’re lost. Or, if you never stop hiking, you fall over the other side of the mountain. It doesn’t mean you discover some new cave for spelunking; it means you’ve fallen to your death.

The progressive’s hunger for the future means he commits the primal sins of the past. His infatuation for the new means he strives to be like the old. We’re told we live in a modern epoch, but as it turns out, we’ve turned our society into a modern Jericho.

We’re not a modern society; we’re a biblical one. We’re like Israel when the book of Judges concludes, precisely because we have no judge. Progressives demand everything becomes progressive, except the society’s belief in progressivism. We’re forced to tolerate everything, even though progressivism’s intolerant of anything other than itself. We’ve sacrificed all, even our children, to the god of progressivism. There’s only one thing left to offer on the altar: Ourselves.

We used to chop down landscapes to save men, but now we chop down men to save landscapes. Israel persecuted the prophets, but we persecute the pastors. Carthage sacrificed children to the fires of Baal, but we rip them apart, limb by limb, while they’re weeping in the womb. Adam and Eve were excommunicated from the Garden of God, but a Saviour’s opened it for us again. However, because that would mean ceasing our progress, even though we’re progressing toward Hell, we refuse to return.

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