Don't Become The Spectacle
An Open Message to Candace Owens Followers
You’re at a football game in the nosebleeds.
A call is made on the field.
No objection from the refs.
No protest from the coaches.
No outrage from the players.
The instant replay confirms it.
But a woman in your section, a couple miles from the field, starts shouting. Somehow, in her “gut of guts,” she knows more.
At the moment of the call, she noticed a plane in the distance.
Two line judges sniffled.
Later, she learned one of the players got his jockstrap off the discount rack at TJ Maxx—and it happened to be the color of the opposing team.
It was all coming together.
She wasn’t just loud. She had a megaphone. A platform. People were watching from even farther away. The spectacle was drawing attention. And attention, it turns out, was profitable.
A lot of money was being made.
Armed with this privileged insight, she demanded receipts. Based upon sound rules of evidence, further experts were checked. Further evidence was sought. Nada. Except for a now-embarrassed player’s jock strap.
There was a disturbance in the Force—or rather, she was disturbed and intent on being the Force.
From behind the curtain, she moved her levers. Her voice kept telling people not to look behind it. Stay focused. Watch this. Don’t miss the spectacle. And they listened—because spectacle is power. Ironically, it was the very arrangement that gave her a platform in the first place, the likes of rightly challenging the “big guy” and a Legacy Media complicit in pretending he was still at the top of his cognitive game. Now she was on the same field, issuing the same commands, demanding the same deference, insisting the problem wasn’t the call—it was anyone who dared look past her.
The replay was dismissed as naive.
Consensus was mocked as corruption.
Correlation was promoted to causation.
And the audience grew. This kind of certainty is captivating—especially for those with a taste for Days of Our Lives, a political sensibility, and nothing better to do than keep watching the same reruns. Each twist promised revelation. Each cliffhanger delivered another reason not to change the channel.
Days passed. Weeks. Months.
The call never changed. The replay never changed. Only the storyline did.
So here’s the question:
If suspicion is your methodology,
if dismissiveness is required for all competing facts,
if coincidence counts as proof and agreement itself is evidence of conspiracy,
why are you even watching football?
For those still following her, don’t deceive yourselves. When your focus leaves the field—the rules, the replay, the shared evidence plainly in view—and fixes instead on the woman in the stands who has abandoned common reason and calls it insight, you haven’t become wise. You’ve joined the act. At that point, she isn’t the spectacle anymore. You are.
What’s at stake is something far graver than what we hold as true.
What’s at stake is the logical framework by which we come to know truth.
Without which, all propositions are tenuous.
Not simply the ones you choose, but the ones you cherish.
And you have nothing to say about anything.
And all communication is absurd.
Which is to say, the capacity for (com) union (unication).
And we perpetuate disillusion. Division. Alienation.
I say this with respect.
Mindful of my own blind spots.
Mindful of how disorienting the past years have been for all of us, and how easily any of us can lose our footing in this epistemological minefield we’ve inherited.
Don’t let that happen.
Guard the way you know before you guard what you know.
Because without a common path to truth, there is no truth left to share—only noise, and the slow erosion of our capacity to understand one another at all.
MY RECEIPTS:
Veritas or Viral: Candace Owens and the Breakdown of Knowing
Truth in Daylight: Candace Owens, Conspiracy, and the Rightly Formed Conscience
SUBSTANCE OR SOAP OPERA? (The Same) Groundbreaking News from Candace Owen
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Candace is a saintly hero of truth. Your attacks on her are disgusting and mendacious.