Patriot Realm

It began quietly.

No headlines. No protests. Just a story... odd, intriguing, almost heartwarming. I clicked play on a documentary expecting nothing more than a curious tale of coincidence. Strangers, reunited. Laughter, amazement, and hugs.

But by the end, I was sitting in stunned silence.

The deeper truth behind their reunion wasn’t joyful.

It was horrifying.

It unraveled something in me.

And once I saw it, I couldn't unsee it .... not just in their lives, but in the world around me.

Robert Shafran, Edward Galland, and David Kellman. Triplets. Separated at birth. Reunited by accident, by a twist of fate, and for a moment, it felt like a joyful story: three brothers finally finding one another.

In 1980, 19-year-old Robert Shafran arrived at Sullivan County Community College in New York for his first day, only to be greeted by students who seemed to recognise him. They called him "Eddy" and were puzzled by his insistence that he was not. The confusion was soon cleared up when Robert met Eddy Galland, a fellow student who was his spitting image. The two young men quickly discovered that they were identical twins, separated at birth and adopted by different families.

The story took an even more astonishing turn when David Kellman, another young man who bore a striking resemblance to Robert and Eddy, saw their story in the newspaper. David contacted them, and it became clear that he was their triplet, making the trio complete. The three brothers - Robert, Eddy, and David - had lived their lives unaware of each other's existence until that moment.

The reunion of the triplets garnered massive media attention. The brothers appeared on numerous talk shows, their uncanny similarities and shared mannerisms captivating the public. Their story was a heartwarming celebration of family and fate, and they enjoyed a brief period of celebrity.

They were adopted out by a New York agency in the 1960s, each placed in a different home: one affluent, one middle-class, one working-class. The adoptive families were told nothing of the other siblings. But as the boys grew, so did the questions. Each home received routine visits from researchers, under the pretense of “child development follow-ups.” The families were told it was standard procedure. It wasn’t.

In truth, the boys were part of a secret study orchestrated by psychiatrist Dr. Peter Neubauer. The aim: to study the effects of nature versus nurture by placing genetically identical children into contrasting environments. The results were never published. The full records are locked in an archive at Yale University until 2065.

The boys were not told. The parents were not told. Lives were tampered with. One of the three - Eddy - would later die by suicide. He’d struggled for years with mental illness. Had he known he had brothers, might things have been different?

Robert and David, still living, describe it as betrayal by the agency, by the scientists, by the system that treated them not as human beings but as lab rats. There was no consent. No apology.

That documentary disturbed me deeply. But it did more than that  it awakened a question that has never left me since:

If they could do it then - quietly, behind closed doors - what are they doing now, out in the open, while calling it compassion, equity, or progress?

Let us be brutally honest.

Children are no longer protected. They are used, abused, manipulated. Treated with contempt by systems designed to serve ideologies, not people.

Did Hitler and his Nazis teach us nothing?

I knew someone who worked for a government authority here in Australia. Her role was to advocate for children in the adoption system. I believe, more than ever, that we need child advocates in every nation .... with real authority, moral clarity, and the power to say "no" when bureaucracy loses its soul.

And let’s speak plainly: abortion is no longer a tragic necessity in rare cases. It is an industry. A political platform. A cultural symbol. Late-term abortion up to the moment of birth is not progress. It is depravity. When babies survive abortion and are left to die, we should weep. Instead, we justify it.

Doctors and nurses who once swore to "do no harm" now participate in the deliberate ending of a viable child’s life. And we wonder why trust is crumbling?

Let me ask the hardest question.

Are we all, now, part of the experiment?

When COVID struck, we were herded into isolation, masked, silenced, and surveilled. We accepted it, for safety. But at what cost?

We now normalise the adoption of infants by same-sex couples without ever asking how the children might process these arrangements, long after the media praise has faded. Is it really just bigotry to wonder aloud what lifelong effects this has? Or are we not allowed to ask anymore?

Once upon a time, social experiments were done in secret. Now, they are policy.

Is the point to see how far we can be pushed?

How much of our moral heritage we will abandon? How confused a child must be before he no longer knows what a man or a woman is?

This isn’t about kindness or progress. It is about compliance. Conditioning. Control.

The real experiment isn’t medical. It’s moral.

We have accepted the murder of unborn children. Society has accepted the erasure of femininity. Society has accepted the mockery of marriage and the deconstruction of family. Society has accepted that men and women are interchangeable. Society has accepted mass migration without consent, critique, or cohesion.Society has accepted that patriotism is hate and that faith is offensive.

We have accepted lies.

History warns us. Rome fell not only from the sword, but from within:

• Invasions by barbarian tribes

• Economic collapse and dependence on slave labour

• Government corruption and instability

• The loss of traditional values

• Overreach, overexpansion, overspending

• A breakdown of military strength and identity

Sound familiar?

Rome fell. And we are not immune.

How far can "they" push us?

How far before we say NO?

We are told to sit down. Shut up. Stay home. Mask up. Affirm everything. Question nothing. But we are not automatons. We are people. Families. Mothers. Fathers. Children.

The triplets never gave their consent. No one told them they were part of an experiment. Only later did they see the invisible hand guiding their lives.

My fear is that we, too, are waking up too late. That one day we will look back and ask ourselves: why didn’t we speak when we could? Why didn’t we resist when resistance still meant something?

Let us not sleepwalk through history as others once did. Let us not be complicit through silence.

For the sake of our children, and our souls, let us remember who we are.

They never asked our permission.

Not when they redefined marriage. Not when they locked our doors. Not when they told our children that truth is whatever makes you feel good. The world has become a laboratory, and we, the people, have become the test subjects.

Governments speak of safety. Scientists speak of progress. But beneath the slogans lies something colder: manipulation without consent. The tragedy of three separated brothers was once a rare scandal. Now it feels like a template.

This is not the future we chose. But it’s the one we’re being forced to accept....unless we wake up.