In the war of the wolves and the sheep, what if the sheep started winning?

Are human wolves a keystone species of the human race? If they were hunted to extinction, leaving no one to winnow the mediocre mob, what would happen to humanity? The narrator in the movie Idiocracy was on point when he said, "Evolution does not necessarily reward intelligence. With no natural predators to thin the herd, it began to simply reward those who reproduced the most, and left the intelligent to become an endangered species."

The same is true of strength. Without the strong, the weak will reproduce more and more and eventually there will only be weakness, mediocrity, an inability – an impossibility – to achieve anything great and glorious.

The strangest war is being fought. It's a war to destroy human intelligence and human strength. This war says that wolves must be exterminated or made into non-wolves, by taming them. And then they can become … pets. You know, just like dogs. You put a collar on them. You put a leash on them. You take them for walks. You tickle their tummy. You make them perform tricks. You make them roll over and play dead. They are wholly dependent on you. They have separation anxiety when you're not there.

They have to make the intelligent stupid. They have to make the strong weak. But they don't know what they're doing.

The task is not to tame wolves. It's to make them smarter and stronger. It's to sublimate them. Without the wolves, there is only decadence and degeneration. Without the wolves to control mediocrity, mediocrity grows exponentially. Why did the Roman Empire fall? It was because all the Roman wolves had gone. Only mediocrities were left. They could do nothing to hold back the barbarian tide.

Civilizations always end when the wolves vanish. New cultures begin when new wolves start a new lupine era, full of strength and vigor.

Are you a lone wolf? Are you one of the wolf pack? Or are you part of the gang trying to tame all wolves?

Do you want to see the empire fall? When it no longer has any strength left, when mediocrities are in charge of everything, then the end is certain. As Wilfred Owen said, "What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? … Was it for this the clay grew tall?"