Look, I am a reasonable man. I rely on science, touch, sound, smell, and things that can actually be measured and verified in a laboratory. But there is a mass hallucination sweeping society right now, a widespread cultural psychosis that I simply cannot stay silent about any longer.
I am talking, of course, about the myth of the rainbow.
Yes, you heard me. That mystical, multi-coloured arc across the sky that poets gush over, children paint, and supposedly “rational” adults swear they can see with their own eyes. It is total nonsense. A complete, unadulterated delusion. And frankly, if you believe rainbows are real things with objective, empirical evidence backing them up, you are profoundly stupid.
The Total Lack of Empirical Evidence
Let’s look at the facts. Where is the physical proof?
I have spent my entire life interacting with the physical world. I navigate with a cane. I feel textures, I measure temperatures, I weigh objects, and I test hypotheses. I have stood outside in the rain. I have stood outside right after the rain stops. I have waved my hands wildly through the air where these supposed “arches of vibrant light” are allegedly hovering.
You know what my hands hit? Nothing. Just air and moisture.
Show me a rainbow in a jar. Put a piece of “red” or “blue” on a scale and tell me what it weighs. Hand me a physical sample of “indigo” so I can analyse its atomic structure under a microscope. You can’t. Whenever I ask the sighted élite to produce a single shred of hard, verifiable, reproducible data for a rainbow, they just point up at the sky and say, “Mate, look! It’s right there!”
That isn’t evidence. That is circular reasoning of the highest order. “It’s real because I said I see it, and I know I see it because it’s real.” If I used that kind of sloppy, unfalsifiable logic to claim there was an invisible dragon in my kitchen, you would lock me in a psychiatric ward.
The “Sighted” Brainwashing
Why do people cling to this obvious fairy tale? The answer is simple: psychological comfort and intense social pressure.
Humans are deeply insecure creatures who hate the idea that the universe might be completely blank and unadorned. From a very young age, you are subjected to relentless cultural indoctrination. Parents point at the sky and whisper tall tales about red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet. School teachers hand out colouring pencils. Society builds an entire narrative around these invisible, magical bands of colour.
It is a classic case of mass suggestion. People want to feel special, as if they are part of some exclusive club blessed with a secret sensory VIP pass to a magical light show. Because everyone around them nods along and pretends to see it, nobody dares to be the one to say, “Hang on a minute, this is completely invisible and unverifiable nonsense.”
The Absurdity of “Light Waves”
Whenever I corner a believer and back them into a corner with hard facts, they always try to retreat into pseudo-scientific jargon. They start babbling about “wavelengths of the electromagnetic spectrum,” “refraction,” and “droplets of water acting like tiny prisms.”
Oh, really? So you’re telling me that invisible moisture falling from the sky magically takes white light and bends it into seven distinct, neatly arranged stripes of colour that just happen to form a giant, symmetrical bridge across the horizon?
And I’m supposed to believe that because… what? Because some chap with “good eyes” told me so? That isn’t physics; that’s a Wizard of Oz script. It is an ad-hoc excuse invented to cover up the fact that you have zero physical evidence for your sky-paint. If your theory relies on invisible, intangible phenomena that leave zero physical residue behind, your theory is rubbish.
Wake Up, Sheeple
It is time to grow up and put away childish things. The universe is a cold, dark, tactile place governed by physics, not a watercolour painting by an invisible sky-artist.
If you want to believe in rainbows as a cute metaphor or a poetic fantasy, fine. But the moment you claim there is objective, empirical evidence for them — the moment you look down on those of us who demand actual proof — you cross the line from whimsical to utterly delusional.
Stop letting your eyeballs trick you. Trust the data. Demand physical proof. Rainbows aren’t real, and anyone who says otherwise is either a fool or a liar.
