The Sky is Falling:
Why I Call It “The Sky Is Falling”
Chicken Little saw something fall from the sky and sounded the alarm. Everyone laughed, called him crazy, told him to calm down. But the story was never about panic — it was about how truth-tellers get dismissed. I use it because that’s where we are now. The warnings are real, but the world is too busy mocking the messenger to see the cracks above its head.
The Great Dismissal
They told you not to believe your eyes. They told you that what you saw was just imagination, a glitch in your perception, a distortion of the truth. They told you that Chicken Little was crazy. That the sky could never fall. That panic was worse than awareness, and silence was safer than standing alone.
But look around you now. The sky is falling.
The books are burning again—not in piles of flame and smoke, but in classrooms stripped of truth, in libraries emptied of history, in laws written to erase our collective memory. The lessons of oppression are being rewritten to flatter the oppressor. What was once called justice is now called disorder. What was once called truth is now labeled divisive. They call the warning a political stunt while the ceiling collapses over your head.
The people are starving while the machine eats. They feed it with our labor, our fear, our data, our silence. They call it progress while it drains the life from the very ones who built the ground it stands on. They create panic in the streets, confusion in the media, and apathy in the mind. The powerful know that a tired people will not fight back—so they keep us exhausted.
This is not a movie. It’s not a scene from a dystopian future. It’s here. It’s happening. It’s policy and profit, working hand in hand while the rest of us scramble for crumbs of reality. America has always been a corporation—a business built on bodies, control, and illusion. They sell us democracy the way they sell soda—with bright labels and poisoned contents. They auction off our freedoms while convincing us that we chose the price.
But what they didn’t plan for—what they never expect—is that people like you still exist. Tired people can still stand. Broken people can still build. One voice, armed with clarity and courage, can pierce through the fog of lies and wake others from their sleep. We’re not here to panic. We’re here to prepare. To write what they try to erase. To teach what they forbid. To love in a world they keep divided. Because if the sky is falling—and it is—then we are the ones holding it up. We are the proof that truth can still breathe, even under the weight of the collapse.
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