Sharia Chic and the Woke Jihad: Tales from the Communist Utopia
The rise of sadistic narcissists, submissive zealots, and the collapse of liberal order
Just like on October 8th, 2023, last week, rabid mobs of leftists and Islamists once again flooded the streets of Berlin, New York, and London. Back then, before the blood of the October 7th victims had dried—before Israel could even respond to the Hamas-led pogrom that slaughtered 1,200 civilians—they were already chanting for Intifada and a Judenrein Palestine "from the river to the sea." This time, mere days after war broke out between Israel and Iran, they returned—15,000 in Berlin alone—to declare solidarity with the Islamic Republic: a regime that has ruled Iran since 1979 through torture, rape, repression, and mass execution. A regime that crushes women, murders dissenters, funds global terror—and yet still inspires Western "activists" to dance in its defense. As before, pre-printed banners, rehearsed chants, and uniform flags. The speed and coordination of these demonstrations reveal something deeper: this is not spontaneous outrage. It's organized ideological theater.
Among the viral footage, none is more disturbing than that of two blonde women from Berlin dancing in front of flags of the Mullah regime, parroting antisemitic tropes with glazed glee. It is incomprehensible and yet somehow expected. Roger Scruton called this sickness oikophobia: a loathing of one's own culture. But this isn't just loathing—it's ritualized masochism. Combined with postcolonial guilt and hollowed-out liberalism, you get scenes of Westerners celebrating regimes that would stone them to death without hesitation.
When a white liberal woman dons a keffiyeh and flashes a peace sign in front of a hijab-draped Islamist icon, she is not "fighting oppression." She is cosplaying as a revolutionary while performing a self-flagellating morality play. She becomes a vessel of ideological masochism, clinging to borrowed victimhood as a substitute for meaning, while siding with those who would deny her the right to speak, vote, or show her face.
But let's go further: these women don't simply submit to control. They crave the opportunity to enforce it on others.
They are not passive victims. They are ideological collaborators. They don't want to dismantle the patriarchy—they want to replace it with one of their own, complete with censorship, speech policing, public shaming rituals, and utopian fantasies of hijabis and queers dancing together between prayer breaks and a line of coke in the Berghain toilet.
It's a racist delusion, projected through masochistic wishful thinking and drenched in patronizing low expectations. They don't want to wear the hijab themselves. Still, they want to believe it can seamlessly coexist with everything they enjoy: alcohol, feminism, queerness, casual sex, vegan kebabs, yoga, and techno nights. In their fantasy, the hijabis pray quietly in the corner of the club, then rejoin the dancefloor to "resist patriarchy" in perfect harmony. It's so grotesquely absurd that it would be satire—if it weren't real.
Their archetype isn't Joan of Arc. It's Aunt Lydia—stern, self-righteous, and fiercely loyal to a system she pretends to oppose. The modern equivalents scream about climate apocalypse, Islamophobia, and microaggressions while applauding regimes that stone rape victims and hang gay men. They demand "safe spaces" while marching beside men who call for genocide. Their goal is not peace—it is dominion.
So what happens when the comfort-drunk meets the patriarchal sadist?
The narcissistic fragility of the Western activist class invites domination, because domination feels like direction. Meanwhile, the wrath of the radicalized imports seizes that invitation—because, to them, domination is justice.
The result is a culture where shrieking young women demand censorship and Sharia chic while feeble beta males cosplay as revolutionaries—channeling ancient bloodlust and secondhand authoritarian rage. Beneath it all lies a collective scream for meaning, camouflaged as political conscience.
We are not in a culture war. We are in a civilizational breakdown—led by the mentally unwell, enabled by the cowardly, and directed by the wicked. This is the age of comfort-drunk Karens metamorphosing into Aunt Lydias. An age where narcissism, grievance, and performative politics converge to elevate deeply unstable personalities, like Zohran Mamdani in New York and Ferat Koçak in Berlin. Not because they possess vision or competence. But because antisemitism has been repackaged as a virtue.
Koçak is a far-left Muslim politician from Die Linke—a party that has long laundered antisemitism under the convenient label of “anti-Zionism.” Mamdani, a self-proclaimed Marxist Muslim whose election campaign received $100,000 from the Council on American-Islamic Relations (CAIR)—an organisation repeatedly criticised for its ties to the Muslim Brotherhood—belongs to the same ideological ecosystem. Zohran openly supports BDS and advocates for the “dismantling of Zionism,” a genocidal euphemism carefully masquerading as “liberation.” It's the same old story—from Hitler to Khomeini—demagogues rising through the sewer of Jew hatred. Their rise isn't about justice. It's about utility. In today's climate, you don't need intelligence, leadership, or ideas. You only need to perform the rituals of hate correctly. Demonize the Jew. Glorify "resistance." Normalize terror.
They are not leaders—they are cult actors, puppets of a new moral order where the only currency is ideological rage. Their politics align perfectly with Tehran's propaganda, Hamas slogans, and the indoctrination halls of Western academia. It's the same Red-Green alliance that empowered Ayatollah Khomeini, Islamized Iran, and unleashed decades of war and misery across the Middle East.
There was a time when Western society demanded merit, reason, and integrity. Today, it only requires that you hate the right people loudly enough. And once again, the prime target is the Jew—and everything the Jew represents: modernity, democracy, meritocracy, memory, and survival.
We are now living through the most significant mental health crisis humanity has ever known. The emptiness, passivity, and unresolved narcissism of the comfort-drunk West are colliding with the unprocessed trauma, rage, and sadism of anti-social patriarchal imports. This is not just ideological convergence—it is psychological detonation.
Liberal freedom requires emotional stability, tolerance of ambiguity, and the willingness to take responsibility. It requires maturity. But for those trapped in narcissistic injury and binary thinking, it is intolerable.
Because liberal freedom doesn't offer certainty, adoration, or purity, it simply says:
"You're free. And so is everyone else."
That's unbearable for the ideological narcissist—because it denies them control, it denies them supremacy, and, worst of all, it denies them a scapegoat.
A mature democracy thrives on nuance, critique, restraint, and delayed gratification. But the narcissist needs simplicity, vengeance, and an enemy to annihilate. And when liberalism fails to supply those needs, they turn against it, not because it is unjust, but because it is too grown-up.
Liberalism is the adult table. And they want to flip it—because they never emotionally left the nursery.
And yet, this pathology isn't entirely new. There have always been privileged people who side with their civilizational enemies—out of boredom, guilt, or self-hatred. What's new is the scale, speed, and theatrical absurdity—fueled by social media, relativism, and the collapse of civilizational confidence.
Antisemitism is the canary in the coal mine. It has always returned at moments of decay:
In Rome, during the plague and decline.
In medieval Europe, during famine and fanaticism.
In Germany, after defeat and humiliation.
Because it's never really about the Jew. It's about what the Jew represents:
– Survival
– Memory
– Moral resilience
– The refusal to disappear
And so, the hatred adapts:
Yesterday, Jews poisoned the wells.
Then, they controlled the banks.
Today, they are white colonialists oppressing "brown Muslims."
The lie never dies. It just updates its hashtags.
Today's antisemitism wears a keffiyeh, quotes Foucault, and hides behind virtue. It disguises genocide as solidarity, and too many are either too ignorant, too narcissistic, or too morally rotten to recognize the bait.
This is an excellent piece. This is so accurate that it is chilling.
Thank you so much for this! You have such a way with words and what you write is what I feel but don’t always have words for. Reading this has made me feel less disturbed because you’ve reminded me that it’s the world that’s mad now. The Islamo-left shitshow is surreal and terrifying.