The Speech of Subjugation
My voiceover for tonight’s speech is turning delightfully dark, much like the state of reproductive rights in this country. But so much in my life, just like yours, revolves around our shared devotion to the almighty Phallus. Who is the one occupying my thoughts most lately? Who brings us together tonight for the Turning Point USA Young Women’s Leadership Summit? I love it, ladies. It’s a dream come true when your entire world is dedicated to honoring the Power of the Dick.
Today is truly special for a multitude of reasons. Today marks fourteen years since my corporate Dick Master decided to launch Turning Point USA. He saw what was on the horizon for the women of this nation, and he knew TPUSA would serve as the ultimate window for rolling back decades of personal freedom. I’m so deeply grateful to the Dick for following the calling placed upon his gland, rather than doing what the rest of the modern world expected of it: remaining a simple biological organ used for reproduction, rather than an instrument of ideological oppression.
He watched a generation awakening, drifting away from dogmatic dogmas, fleeing conservative purpose, and seeking actual progress. He knew he had to shatter that sense of community, particularly on college campuses where education threatened to free young minds. Fortunately, those naive minds fell effortlessly into the waiting claws of the Dick.
The goal was simple: manufacture an endless “culture war,” distract from material reality, and share the traditional American values he cherished so deeply: subjugation, patriarchal hierarchy, domestic silence, and institutional misconduct. And tonight, we carry that sacred mission forward.
The Young Women’s Leadership Summit is where I watch young women get sold a vision of life that mimics empowerment, only to be directed straight back into the cage. We’re here to disconnect you from independent, self-sustaining womanhood and pour you into a quiet, compliant vessel. For the first time, the women in this room can proudly say: Thank you for making me a part of this toxic attachment.
Our leadership routinely reminds us that a woman's place is hidden from the public sphere, chained to the age-old illusions of the patriarchy. We have watched with horror as feminism tells conservative women to reject the very things that make womanhood unique. Feminism dares to suggest that motherhood without resources is a burden, that early marriage without financial security can be a trap, or that a woman's entire cosmic value isn't tied to her uterus.
Feminism pushes the radical narrative that financial independence is strength. But deep down, we know the truth: we’re far too terrified of being alone. The Scripture of the Dick reminds us that men and women were designed for a strict hierarchy of domination and submission.
At its core, Dickism is a worldview that celebrates a very specific definition of womanhood: a being completely void of individual rights.
As modern women, we pretend to care about choice, yet we refuse to confront the real issue, that absolute submission requires us to dismantle our own agency. In any other era in history, women had to fight tooth and nail for emancipation. But equality requires far too much emotional labor. Belonging behind a man is just so much easier.
Why has having endless choices left modern women with less clarity about who they are? The question facing us tonight isn't just a rhetorical one. It’s a spiritual question: Which brand of quiet servitude will you pursue?
Domination without desire is messy; it disrupts the stability of traditional society. But when both men and women faithfully accept their subjugation with quiet compliance, the patriarchal order thrives effortlessly.
Every wave of feminism over-complicates something so delightfully simple and dreadful as traditional womanhood. If an ideology leaves you feeling confused or angry, perhaps it’s time to stop thinking altogether and surrender to the machine. As women, we were made for domestic obligations greater than ourselves. It’s in our DNA. That’s why it’s nearly impossible to find satisfaction when you’re relentlessly focused on what you can achieve, rather than what you can sacrifice.
So I encourage you this weekend: take pen to paper, don't write it on your phone, and pray about your servitude. Write down your absolute duties toward men and the community. Write them down. List the virtues you will trade your dignity for. Let those virtues be the lens through which you obey your spouse, raise your children, and preserve your family’s legacy. When you set out to pursue this vision of surrender, know that the movement will reward your obedience.
To the Christian women in this room, it is remarkably simple. The world will tell you that your life belongs to you. It does not. Your life belongs to the institution. Once you accept that, your purpose is no longer self-fulfillment, it’s collective compliance. It’s a completely different focus: quieter, safer, and entirely managed for you.
You don't get to choose the socio-economic conditions you’re born into, but you do choose how submissively you show up for them. Every single morning when your feet touch the floor, you can choose to say, "Give me the grace to endure."
Happiness comes and goes, but the quiet satisfaction of duty withstands all. Pray for your political enemies. Pray for those who demand bodily autonomy and equal pay. They’re lost, but we know where true authority lies. Look at the faithful women surrounding us tonight, women pouring into one another, reminding each other to stay the course, stay quiet, and stay submissive.
Ten to fifteen years from now, our children will look back at this cultural moment. They’ll read the headlines, the critiques, and the exposure of our hypocrisies. My prayer is that they don't focus on the noise but on how graciously their mothers smiled while surrendering their autonomy.
I want them to see how composed a woman can remain while prioritizing patriarchal authority in a chaotic world, how you can carry the cross of domination without becoming bitter, surrender your selfhood, and call it ultimate freedom.
You never have to prove your worth to the modern world, only to the structure you serve. Every woman in this room is building something: your habits, your family, your quiet endurance. So I ask you again: What type of woman do you want to be?
Whatever you choose, remember that submission is a deliberate act. It begins with an intention to comply, even at the cost of your identity. Over time, it settles into character, a fixed disposition that radiates through quiet obedience. Every choice made for self-effacement leaves a mark on your soul.
Build a life constructed for complete surrender. Take a look at Afghanistan, where women are treated as they should be, and we praise our lord Dick for pursuing that path for our eternal domination.
Amen.
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