Every single human being walks around with beliefs dancing around inside their heads that they are "sure" are true. I was and am no exception to this rule and what I was certain was true when I was young, I know with 100% certainty is not. Not many still alive today are number 10 out of a litter of 11 children that our mother almost single handedly raised, working tirelessly from the moment she woke up until the time she went to bed. She was also sure that we got breakfast and lunch she made usually peanut butter and jelly or bologna and I would walk to school in hand me down clothes and shoes to attend Catholic school and studying how to be the best altar boy there was, learning to sing in Latin, carry the “sensory pheromones” that smelled like the funeral odor of death up and down the aisles behind the priest that would put the worshippers in a trance, devoutly lighting candles and attending mass and the back breaking Stations of the Cross praying. We would hope our father would come home late or not at all as we all feared his next drunken verbal onslaughts against our saint of a mom. His angry tirades of merciless taunts could be heard for blocks away and we had to endure his fits of rage in stark fear and silence. He was the soldier ant mimicking the authority of the priests who taught him that he was the family ruler. Psychologists now termed what most of us were inflicted with is PTSD.
I was a firm believer in heaven, hell, sin, God, angels into my mid-twenties when I started to realize that both of my parents were inflicted with something far worse; religious indoctrination. They were brought in the same religion as their parents as were their parents and so on. The man was the undisputed head of the household, and the woman was a second-class citizen to love, honor and obey him, no matter what, till death do they part, and so they did. My older siblings said that our father begged the priest after child number eight for a means to stop and he was told that he was doing the Lord's work in bringing souls to God. I have no doubts that the priest believed this as he was told this in seminary and those who taught him were told that and so on for centuries. They didn't question. They believed under penalty of eternal punishment and reward of heaven for a mere belief. The unseen "Queen" wanted their belief and adulation and even demanded it. So, they were told. They didn't question the story. They obeyed because they must, or else.
It took me decades to realize that we weren't a family living out a divine plan; we were a colony operating on a chemical loop. My mother wasn't just a wife enduring a 'cross to bear'—she was a worker ant being harvested for her labor and her loyalty by a system that demanded everything and gave back nothing but the promise of a reward after she was dead. The priests, the seminary teachers, and my own parents were all just links in a chain of unthinking obedience, each one following the scent of the one before them, terrified to step off the path and see the world for what it actually was.
Today, when I listen to the callers on these videos—the 'Soldier Ants' of the modern age—I hear the same hollow echoes of my father’s house and that incense-filled aisle. I hear the sound of people defending the indefensible because they have been told the 'Queen' requires it. They engage in tortured mental gymnastics to justify cruelty, misogyny, and blind servitude, never once stopping to ask why an all-powerful creator would require a diet of human suffering to feel exalted.
I created this site because I am Dino. I am the one who dropped the bundle, stepped out of the rote procession, and looked back at the trail. I do this for my mother, who never got the chance to leave the colony, and for you, who might still be marching. Look at the evidence. Listen to the disconnect. And then, ask yourself the only question that truly matters: Why do YOU believe what you believe? It took me decades to realize that we weren't a family living out a divine plan; we were a colony operating on a chemical loop. My mother wasn't just a wife enduring a 'cross to bear'—she was a worker ant being harvested for her labor and her loyalty by a system that demanded everything and gave back nothing but the promise of a reward after she was dead. The priests, the seminary teachers, and my own parents were all just links in a chain of unthinking obedience, each one following the scent of the one before them, terrified to step off the path and see the world for what it actually was.
Today, when I listen to the callers on these videos—the 'Soldier Ants' of the modern age—I hear the same hollow echoes of my father’s house and that incense-filled aisle. I hear the sound of people defending the indefensible because they have been told the 'Queen' requires it. They engage in tortured mental gymnastics to justify cruelty, misogyny, and blind servitude, never once stopping to ask why an all-powerful creator would require a diet of human suffering to feel exalted.
I created this site for all those who would dare be "Dino". For those brave enough to look in the mirror of life and look only for turth and not just for comfort. I do this for my mother, who never got the chance to leave the colony, and for you, who might still be marching in rote procession to please the queen with the insatiable appetite that will never be satiated. Look at the evidence. Listen to the disconnect.
A quick word of warning to the readers. If you find yourself cheering when I expose the 'Soldier Ants' of the church, but your skin crawls and your anger rises when I turn the lens toward your political party or your social tribe, you have just identified your own pheromone trail. I am not here to hammer your enemies; I am here to dissect the mechanics of all unthinking obedience. A Dino doesn't leave one colony just to march in another. They walk alone, and look at the evidence—no matter where it leads.
Ask yourself the only question that truly matters:
Why do you believe what you believe?
