April 8, 2025
Look up "minority." Go ahead, do it. It means something less than something else—less in number, less in power, just less. Now tell me: in a place like Rochester, where Peter Vazquez and his family grew up, why the hell are people of color still tagged as "minorities"? Whether the numbers match or not, the progressive left shoves that label down their throats anyway. It’s not about math—it’s about power. And they’re damn good at keeping it. Words aren’t innocent. Sociology—how we humans tangle with each other—proves it. The left swings "minority" like a jagged blade, slashing into the psyche: You’re less. You don’t matter as much. Stay small. That’s not a slip-up. That’s control—quiet, sneaky, and damn ruthless. In the Van-bōōl-zal-ness Crisis, it’s their sharpened tool, carving chaos into submission, keeping entire communities chained to a word that bleeds inferiority. Think about it. Told you’re "less" every day—numbers be damned—doesn’t that twist your mind? Doesn’t that ke…