Heavenly Father, shine Your light on Minnesota’s shadows. Awaken the deceived, expose the deceivers, and guide us to righteousness through Jesus Christ. Amen.
That prayer is not a slogan. It is a declaration of war against the darkness sold to us as compassion.
Look at the results. The same voices that spent decades telling Minnesotans that “kindness” means open borders, no consequences, and endless programs are watching their narrative collapse under the weight of its own body count. The numbers are no longer abstract. The funerals are local. The empty storefronts are on your Main Street. The exhausted cops, the overwhelmed ER nurses, the parents who no longer let their kids walk to the park after dark—these are not theoretical victims. They are the bill coming due for a thirty-year heist.
The Cattle Operation
You were never the customer. You were the product.
For three decades the machine treated ordinary Minnesotans like livestock in a controlled experiment. Keep them distracted with slogans. Keep them divided by race, by class, by zip code. Keep them afraid—afraid of the virus, afraid of the climate, afraid of being called the wrong name, afraid of speaking out. Fear is the most profitable commodity ever invented, and the people running the grift knew it.
They built an entire parallel economy on it:
• Human trafficking networks that moved people like freight while the political class looked the other way and called it “compassion.”
• Affirmative action schemes that told one group they were permanent victims and another group they were permanent oppressors—policies more racist in practice than the rhetoric they claimed to fight.
• A lab-made pathogen and the experimental “cure” that followed it, both wrapped in the language of public health while dissent was crushed and billions changed hands.
• One-world-order fantasists who treat national borders and parental rights as obstacles to their god-complex.
• And taxpayer-funded abortion in Minnesota up to and even after birth—a death cult dressed up as healthcare. Cynical operators who cannot see the moral disorder in their own ideology keep expanding the right to end the most vulnerable lives while collecting public money. It is fear-for-profit eugenics with a medical coat of paint: decide which lives are convenient, discard the rest, and call anyone who objects extreme. The same people who lecture about “protecting the vulnerable” fund the industrial ending of them.
And right here in Minnesota, the Duluth Model. Born in our own backyard and exported across the country as gospel, this ideology treated domestic conflict as a simple morality play of patriarchal power and control. It ignored mutual violence, substance abuse, mental illness, and the reality that both men and women can be aggressors. It trained systems to presume guilt along ideological lines, push mandatory arrests and no-drop prosecutions, and fracture families in the name of “safety.” The result has been predictable: children removed or traumatized, fathers sidelined, mothers left more vulnerable, communities further eroded—all while the same bureaucratic and nonprofit networks that pushed the model kept their funding streams and moral high ground. Another controlled experiment. Another generation of cattle.
Every one of these projects required the same raw material: a public trained to accept the next emergency without asking who profits.
Three Clusters
There is a clearer way to see the field now. Three clusters of people.
First: those who fit squarely in evil. They knowingly choose harm, death, and misery because it serves them. They understand the game. They design the policies, write the grants, run the nonprofits, and count the bodies as acceptable costs. They are not confused. They are not well-intentioned. They are the architects and the primary beneficiaries—including the ones who treat the unborn as disposable inventory in a taxpayer-funded death industry and still sleep soundly.
Second: those who blindly play evil’s game. They repeat the slogans, enforce the rules, and police the language without ever examining the results. Some do it for status. Some do it out of fear of being cast out. Some simply never stop to look at the wreckage. They are useful. They keep the machine running while the first cluster stays clean.
Third: the rest of us. Flawed but decent people who get up every day and try to do good in spite of our failings. We make mistakes. We fall short. We carry our own scars. But we still know the difference between protecting the vulnerable and enabling predators. We still believe order is not hatred, that mercy without consequences is not mercy, and that children—born and unborn—and families are not raw material for someone else’s ideology or someone else’s profit.
This is the question the prayer forces into the open: Which cluster do you occupy?
Are you still nodding along when the same voices who failed every promise demand more power and more money?
Are you still repeating the language they handed you—“equity,” “inclusion,” “safe and welcoming,” “reproductive freedom”—even after the body count and the fraud ledgers became public?
Or are you finally looking at the ledger and recognizing the game was never about helping the vulnerable?
There is no neutral seat left. The people who designed the chaos understand this better than most voters. That is why they spend so much energy making ordinary people feel guilty for noticing the results. Guilt is another form of control. It keeps the cattle from stampeding.
The Primary Circus
Watch the political games unfolding as we approach the August 11th primary and you will see the second cluster in full display. Useful political idiots chase money, smears, propaganda narratives, fame, and power. They snipe at one another, manufacture outrage, and jockey for position inside a system that has already failed the people it claims to serve. Meanwhile the people suffer—and they do not care how bad the suffering is.
The families broken by ideological experiments. The businesses closing. The neighborhoods that no longer feel safe. The children absorbing the chaos—both the ones already here and the ones never allowed to draw breath. None of it slows the scramble for the next endorsement, the next donation, the next hit piece. The performance continues because the performers are not the ones paying the price.
In a constitutional republic, this should be a moment of sober accounting. Instead it has become another round of the same game: distract, divide, and extract while the damage compounds.
Order Is Not Hatred
Compassion divorced from order is not compassion—it is negligence.
Mercy that refuses consequences is not mercy—it is permission for the strong to prey on the weak.
True justice requires both the rule of law and real mercy. It requires hostility toward those who deliberately target the innocent. Protecting the vulnerable—especially the smallest and most defenseless—is not optional for a people who claim to follow Christ. It is a moral obligation.
In a constitutional republic, leadership that refuses to enforce order is not kindness. It is dereliction. Minnesotans deserve leaders who will defend the innocent without apology and hold the guilty accountable without hesitation. Anything less is performance.
The Choice in Front of Us
The prayer is working because light is being forced into places that preferred darkness. The next step is not more slogans. It is sober recognition of the game and a decision about which side of it you will stand on.
We can keep playing livestock while the useful idiots chase their next prize and the death cult keeps its taxpayer funding. Or we can rebuild Minnesota the only way that lasts: secure borders, equal justice under the law, families protected from ideological experiments like the Duluth Model, the smallest lives protected from industrial disposal, and a people who still know the difference between real mercy and the counterfeit version that filled the grifters’ bank accounts.
Secure. Just. Faithful.
That is the only vision worth fighting for.
Father,
Bring Your righteous judgment upon those who knowingly choose wickedness, profit from death, and traffic in misery.
Forgive those who blindly follow without understanding, as Your Son prayed from the cross: “Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do” (Luke 23:34).
And fill those of us who strive to do what is right—despite our failings—with courage, wisdom, and steadfastness, that we may walk in the light and not grow weary (Isaiah 40:31; James 1:5).
In the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Amen.
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Phillip C. Parrish
Candidate for Lieutenant Governor of Minnesota
Lindell-Parrish ticket
Campaign Manager Heidi Wanty: heidi@parrish4mn.com
(612) 460-1717
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