Rainbow Flags, Dead Wombs, Empty Futures
I saw this image posted on Twitter with the caption "Restaurant in Poland." And what immediately struck me was just how eerily this symbolism sums up the entire LGBTQ movement—not through a manifesto, a speech, or even a parade, but through a small sticker on a glass door.
A rainbow flag with a green check mark. A happy dog with another green check mark. And a smiling baby behind a red prohibition symbol…struck through like a cockroach on a pesticide label. It may be just a sticker to some, but to those paying attention, it's an ideological totem—a microcosmic shrine to the modern cult of self.
This is the theology of the sexual revolution, distilled into three icons:
affirm the sterile,
elevate the animal,
and reject the human.
It is the cathedral of anti-natalism, the liturgy of bodily autonomy turned inward, and the sermon of identity over image-bearing. It is the sacrament of a movement whose only fertile soil is in death.
Why is it that the rainbow—originally God's covenantal sign of mercy to Noah—has been hijacked and stapled to a lifestyle that severs the link between love and life? Why is it that a wagging golden retriever is more welcome than the laughter of a child? Why, in a world so obsessed with inclusion, are babies—literal symbols of innocence and hope—the only ones marked for exclusion?