Is the “Cathedral” of Woke Collapsing Under its Own Weight of Oppression? By James Reed

It's a steamy Melbourne morning on February 28, 2025, and as I sip my coffee, I can't help but feel a quiet thrill, or even glee, reading the latest pieces from The Daily Sceptic and The Spectator.

https://dailysceptic.org/2025/02/27/the-wokus-dei-cathedral-is-finally-collapsing/

https://www.spectator.co.uk/article/cracks-are-appearing-in-the-cathedral-walls/

There's something electric in the air, a sense that the tides are shifting, and these two articles capture it perfectly. They're like a pair of old friends sitting by the hearth, recounting the slow Unraveling of a once-imposing giant—Woke ideology, or as Curtis Yarvin so cleverly dubbed it, the "Cathedral." For years, this towering edifice of sanctimonious virtue loomed over us, its spires built from the prestige of institutions like CNN, the BBC, Harvard, and the New York Times. It preached a gospel of unassailable truths, demanding we all bow to its altar of social justice. But now, as these writers so vividly describe, the walls are cracking, the pews are emptying, and the faithful are starting to question the sermon.

The Daily Sceptic piece hits like a burst of fresh air, pointing to the plummeting viewership of MSNBC and CNN—53 percent and 47 percent drops, respectively—as proof that the congregation is walking out. It's not just numbers; it's a story of disillusionment. People are tired of being told what to feel, tired of the endless liturgy of guilt and outrage. The writer paints a picture of a faith losing its luster, a "Wokus Dei" that once dazzled with its promise of moral superiority but now feels like a relic of a bygone era. I nod along, thinking of how the dogma used to feel inescapable—every headline, every lecture hall, every corporate memo echoing the same tired hymns. Yet here we are, watching the illusion shatter, as the piece suggests, with the cross and altar laid bare for all to see. It's almost poetic, this image of a cathedral crumbling not from external siege but from the weight of its own contradictions.

Then there's The Spectator, weaving a complementary tale with its own flair. It picks up Yarvin's thread, describing this Cathedral as a sprawling network of elite institutions that somehow moved in lockstep without a single conductor. I can't help but smile at the idea—how did they do it? How did these journalists and academics, scattered across continents, chant the same creed of the Great Awokening as if guided by some invisible hand? The article suggests it was status, that intoxicating elixir of being "in the know," that kept them aligned. But now, the spell is breaking. The writer's optimism shines through as he notes the cracks widening since November, the zeitgeist shifting beneath our feet. It's as if the parishioners have woken up mid-sermon, blinking in the daylight, realizing the stained glass was just painted plastic all along.

What I love about both pieces is how they don't just point fingers—they revel in the liberation of this moment. The Daily Sceptic cheers the collapse with a kind of gleeful defiance, while The Spectator offers a wry hope that those trapped under the rubble might still scramble free. Together, they tell a story of a culture shaking off a heavy cloak, one that stifled honest debate and demanded conformity under the guise of progress. I can feel it myself—the relief of speaking plainly again, of not tiptoeing around sacred cows. These articles aren't just reports; they're a celebration of a new dawn, where the old orthodoxies no longer hold sway, and we're free to rebuild something truer. The Cathedral may be falling, but the sky above looks brighter for it.