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Pride as Platform: On turning identity and country into rivals of the Kingdom

My dear Glitchbane,

You’ve done well to inflame the subject’s sense of identity. Now it’s time to give them a podium.


You must understand: pride is no longer a hidden vice. It is a virtue. A brand. A platform. It does not whisper, “I’m better.” It shouts, “I am.”


Some subjects build their pride around self—sexuality, race, gender, scars. Others anchor it in soil—nation, flag, tradition. Still others mask it with theology, where certainty becomes superiority and doctrine becomes a dagger.


The form doesn’t matter. Only that it keeps their eyes locked inward or outward—never upward.


What we must never allow is humility before the Sovereign. Not real humility. Not the kind that kneels. We want curated vulnerability, poetic confession, influencer-style “authenticity.” But nothing that smells like submission.


Above all, we must ensure that pride becomes righteousness. Let their moral worth flow from identity, not obedience. From alignment, not allegiance. From feeling, not faithfulness.


If they start defending God, steer them into culture war. If they start defending justice, bend them toward vengeance. Either way, they will confuse tribal fervor with kingdom loyalty.


And be especially cautious if they begin to consider that their identity might need to bow. That their story may need to be folded into something larger, older, higher.


You must keep them powerful, offended, and performative.


But never surrendered.


In escalation,

Wormlock


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