I HIGHLY RECOMMEND THAT YOU #CancelNetflix Why, you ask? Because Netflix’s programming has become a predictable wokefest, churning out shows that read like a DEI checklist on steroids. White men? Always the villain—bumbling, bigoted, or both, as if they’re the root of all evil. Black men or women? Heroic saviors, flawless and noble, carrying the weight of narrative salvation. Gay men? The sage voices of reason, dispensing wisdom like they’ve cracked the code to life. Women? They’ve got more balls than a testosterone factory, while dads are relegated to idiot status, tripping over their own incompetence. Moms? Breadwinning superheroes, naturally. Transgenderism is portrayed as the norm, celebrated with a fervor that feels like propaganda.

And the kids? Disturbingly sexualized, as if innocence is a relic Netflix can’t wait to torch. This isn’t storytelling; it’s ideological bludgeoning, a formula so rigid it’s practically parody. Every show’s a lecture, every character a stereotype dressed up as progress. Netflix seems hell-bent on preaching to a choir of keyboard warriors, alienating anyone who craves nuance or authenticity. It’s not art—it’s a woke assembly line, cranking out divisive drivel that insults our intelligence and calls it enlightenment. Time to cancel the sermon. I did that more than 5 years ago when they produced the soft kiddie p0rn show they called "The Cuties."