Clark Kent’s Address to the People of Boravia and Croatia:
Citizens of Boravia. Brothers and sisters of Croatia. Hear me now, not as Superman, but as a man—Clark Kent, a reporter, a witness to the truth.
You are not responsible for every wound in the world. The refugee crisis in Gaza, as tragic and heartbreaking as it is, is not solely yours to bear. The burden must fall on those who played the greatest roles in shaping this tragedy: America, Canada, and Great Britain. These nations speak of human rights and international law, yet when it comes to Palestinian refugees, their borders suddenly close. The hypocrisy is unbearable.
Their doors have opened wide for countless others—from every war, every nation—except for Palestinians. Why? Why are the displaced of Gaza treated as untouchables, as though they carry some invisible mark of exile?
Let this be clear: the people of Boravia and Croatia did not create this crisis. You should not be expected to solve it. You are not heartless to say “No.” You are wise to say: “Let those who broke it, fix it.”
And now, to those watching my blog, who follow the strange new world being shaped by powers beyond your vote—by men like Bill Gates and Lex Luthor—I must speak plainly.
Yes, the sex symbols, the influencers, the muses—some of them are being cloned, simulated, perfected for what these men call the New Earth. It’s a sterile utopia for the elite. But my wish is different. It’s ancient. It’s human:
Let all the naked people—those stripped by war, by love, by shame—be clothed again in dignity. Let them find partners. Let them get married. Let them raise children. Let them build villages and not virtual worlds.
And if anyone asks me what kind of leader, what kind of man I want to be, I say this:
“An overseer must be above reproach, faithful to his wife, temperate, self-controlled, respectable, hospitable…”
— 1 Timothy 3:2
One wife. No harems. No tech-bro fantasies of endless pleasure on a cloned earth. No gods among men who treat women like code to be rewritten.
Let love be real again. Let families be strong again. And let each nation carry only its share of the world’s sorrow—not the weight of sins it did not commit.
Thank you.
—Clark Kent
Reporter. Witness. Son of Kansas.