Christianity didn’t civilize the West—it broke it. It took a proud, vital, mythic people and infected them with guilt, shame, and submission. What began as a desert slave cult wormed into Europe by destroying native traditions, demonizing nature, and glorifying weakness. Pagan gods of war, love, and harvest were replaced with a dying Jew on a stick and a morality that punished strength, pride, and instinct. It rewired the soul of a continent—turning kings into kneelers, warriors into monks, and healthy desires into sins. The Church became a theocratic cartel that burned books, banned thought, and castrated spirit, turning mystical experience into priest-controlled obedience.

Now the belief is dead, but the virus lingers. Wokeism is just Christianity’s ghost wearing a pride flag—same guilt, same moral hysteria, no metaphysics. Original sin became whiteness, redemption is public groveling, and weakness is the highest virtue. Mass immigration is framed as penance, masculinity is pathologized, and any defense of Western identity is heresy. The West, hollowed out and ashamed of itself, staggers forward like a zombie, hating its past and fearing its future. Christianity didn’t save Europe—it taught it to commit suicide with a smile.