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The Gods of Lesser Men

𝙂𝙊𝙊𝘿 𝘾𝙄𝙏𝙄𝙕𝙀𝙉 — Mon, 27 Apr 2026 01:24:39 GMT

Remember that however you are played, or by whom, your soul is in your keeping alone. Even though those who presume to play you claim to be kings or men of power, when you stand before God, you cannot say “I was told by others to do thus,” or that “virtue was not convenient at the time.” This will not suffice.

Sacred Conflicts

The civic nationalist will argue that the mere assimilation into a national identity of disparate individuals of varying faiths, ethnicities, and public park family pet barbequing rituals is enough to secure the future stability and prosperity of a country.

The American Christian nationalists will argue that a common religion, the one of their founders, later twisted and ground into a meaningless pulp by forces of subversion, is required to secure the future stability and prosperity of their country.

The ethno-nationalist will argue that neither of those will suffice, and race realism cannot be ignored, as tribalism and in-group loyalties will always be placed above nation or religion, eventually splintering the national project.

The national socialist will argue that all of them are wrong, and their aspirations will fall short without the elimination of Jewish influence and subversion from within. Each ideology is a stepping stone to the next, a kind of Jacob’s ladder toward comprehending the shortcomings, limitations, and drastic actions that each rung above engages in the elevation worship toward nationalistic heaven.

Civic nationalism falls short in multicultural and secular societies like the United States and France. At this point in their history, nothing more than modern experimentations in forced cultural mixing and miscegenation through long-planned reverse colonization, maxed out on guilt-extortion credit from one particular historical victimhood fantasy. The inevitability of ethnic civil war at the tipping points of diversity plus proximity is assured. Until then, the proximity will be used to stoke divisions and distractions until the final looting and collapse, at which point the parasites that destroyed these countries (and many more) will have escaped to their own Greater Israel project, Argentine colony, or New Khazaria project, where they can claim safety from any retribution for crimes they will never confess, nor acknowledge.

Christian nationalism, even beyond the absurdities embraced by dispensationalist clowns, seems like an oxymoron given the many varied sects of Protestantism, the failings of the Vatican and its documented ties to Freemasonry and Jesuits, and especially with Vatican II—Jewish subversion implemented by a homosexual converso Priest (Gregory Baum) who abandoned the Church after the destruction was complete and then ventured off to Sodom.

That was after nearly seventeen centuries of councils, pacts, infighting, and schisms, which, if viewed through an honest lens, reveal inherent corruption endemic to any institution that props itself on divine reconciliation while remaining entirely dependent on human interpretation, which tends to shift with the seasons and the political pressures of the age.

History's great conflicts over sacred authority were often waged among corrupt and flawed men who claimed to believe in something greater than themselves, so long as that belief kept them conveniently atop the institutions of power. Across centuries and kingdoms, the balance between divine authority and devotion to living by example proved remarkably elastic in the face of intoxicating temptations toward self-enrichment through unscrupulous behavior. For over a century, that elasticity in maintaining any balance or devotion to piety or spirituality has been stretched beyond recognition.

Donald Trump arrived at the gates of American Christianity having never passed through them as a follower of Christ, but as a political candidate in need of the Christian voting bloc to prop him up for his corporate masters and Zionist candidate breeders. He actually arrived as a follower of Jewish mysticism, or Kabbalah, according to one of his scammy business books, where he writes about seeking counsel from his Kabbalah teacher, Eitan Yardeni, during a time of struggle.

Kabbalah’s guiding text is the Zohar, fabricated from the imagination of a Spanish Rabbi in the 13th century, and attributed to the (imaginary) words of a second-century Rabbinical prophet. At its core, it is anti-Christianity, naming Christians as ‘Edom’ and ‘Amalek,’ encourages followers to become their own gods, and was ordered to be banned and later rewritten by 16th-century popes to pass the censors.

It’s the perfect religious text for an egomanical failed casino magnate with ambitions for celebrity, riches, and ascension to a messianic status as the latest and most valuable Viceroy of the Zionist project’s host colony. Though he may even appear as a God-like figure among his cult of imbeciles, thanks to participation in public performance art that rendered him a God who defies death and is resurrected within a coven of secret service witches to pose for an iconic image.

Trump emerged from an age of accelerating atheism, nihilism, feminism, familial destruction, and institutional cynicism on the downward trajectory of a bloodletted host empire that was indoctrinated into the cult of multiculturism and diversity by the bloodletters in need of open and welcoming hosts to help socially engineer their global projects, from Germany to Argentina, to Khazaria, the Levant, and now Persia, while always increasing the purse tribute from its hosts.

Most of the heavy lifting in destroying any remaining moral fabric of this host was already well underway before he arrived, and every pillar that once organized and protected collective life had been reduced to rubble convenient enough to build a personal celebrity brand upon, with gauche gold leaf adorning unabashed narcissism, sociopathy, and shameless obsessions with shallow materialism. While Trump is more a puppet than a President, and more Jewish Viceroy than King, he is not a historical anomaly beyond his grade school literacy and vocabulary that even boy Kings of the past surpassed.

The Scottish position holds beyond the covfefe of our eastern flank—the hamberders of their cavalry are poorly provisioned and will not hold the ridge by morning. I ride at dawn to assess it myself. Running low on Big Macs.

Edward III
Age 12
Berwich, 1324

History is replete with corrupt and shameless leaders, drunk on power, hungry for plunder, who hardly pretended to care about the status and welfare of their own subjects, while looting them blind without shame or remorse. Though for many monarchs, even when acting in their own self-interests, those interests often overlapped with the subjects of their Kingdoms.

Philip IV tortured the Knights Templar leadership into false confessions and burned Jacques de Molay at the stake to cancel sovereign debts and seize their assets. A decade before he expelled the previous usurers and seized the assets of French Jewry. Any institutions or people that had grown powerful enough to threaten the crown could always be expelled, rather than catered to and served, as we see across performative democracies that function as instruments of easy capture and control, while subduing the populace with the illusion of meaningful participation through voting pageantry. Philip IV was also responsible for the “Babylonian Captivity” of the papacy, leading to the Avignon wilderness years, to be examined later in this piece.

Henry VIII dissolved monasteries and filled the royal treasury with centuries of accumulated church wealth. As with Trump, loyalty was elastic and interpreted by his daily tantrums. Unlike Trump, whose daily grievances and delusions puke onto social media like a scorned teenager's diary, Henry settled his scores with an axe—executing advisors whose counsel had grown inconvenient, including Thomas More, who had served him faithfully for decades, and two of the six wives unfortunate enough to have married him. Though none were former girlfriends of Mossad assets with globally connected paedophile and blackmail rings who posed topless with silicone titties on his Boeing golden carriage.

There’s also no evidence that Henry played prediction markets, front ran stocks, or released family shitcoins either. Nor did he excuse insider trading within his court by noting that “All the world’s a casino now,” as Trump did last week. Henry VIII did establish Trinity College, Cambridge, in 1546, which has had considerable success compared to, say, Trump University.

Pain At The Pump

𝙂𝙊𝙊𝘿 𝘾𝙄𝙏𝙄𝙕𝙀𝙉 — Wed, 01 Apr 2026 17:42:23 GMT

War may have once been a racket, before they could print all the money from nothing on a digital ledger. Today, wars are planned and hosted. They are tools for mass Gentile sacrifice, energy scarcity, depopulation, technological beta testing for weapons systems soon to be deployed on domestic populations, and world economic controlled demolition. Those who fight these wars or cheer for the instigators and belligerents are actively participating in their own enslavement. Should we live to see the day that all enlisted men turn their weapons on their commanders, their enslavers, and their financial betters, instead of their brothers, it will mark the greatest transcendental awakening humankind has ever known.

Wars of Perception

No need for debate.

It’s over.

Like half the zombies who contorted themselves into pretzels to willfully ignore it, but have no choice any longer, all of it is dead.

The pretense of caring that stories are straight in the effort once required for curating delicate propaganda, needed for manufacturing a casus belli, has vanished.

The calculation of ensuring verbal declarations of false threats and stated enemies are rooted in a believability that could coalesce the people toward selling the entire package to each other in pursuit of popular support, or some nation-uniting mandate, is long gone.

All of the machinations once required for staging a believable conflagration flushed down the toilet in a hypersonic nanosecond. Or maybe I’m exaggerating, and maybe it’s all just a minor “laundry fire.”

Who the hell has time for the exhausting work of consistency and believability when the threat of blackmail hangs over the heads of the Epstein class?

When they fear the evidence of their crimes being released more than they fear the masses demanding their release, then the wars of perception once waged against the masses no longer amount to a hill of beans.

Oh, Rick, we’ll always have ~~Paris~~ Paedos.

It’s not just war.

It no longer matters to the Epstein Class what the people think about anything, really. Perhaps it never did, but at this moment in history, I perceive a sudden lack of caring, a void of effort in selling the lies like they used to.

They once had a persistence about their methods, a Wolf of Wall Street style, which has been replaced by a lazy and indifferent transmission of lies, as if robots or drones were conveying them as stock chatbot replies.

Jordan Belfort selling a war for 50% commission on weapons sales is different than what they replaced him with, the stapler guy from Office Space. Not only are they not selling anything at all, but any level of comprehensible communication is gone, replaced with bumbling gibberish that borders on the surreal.

It’s true, the pretense of caring about the authenticity of something artificial doesn’t make it any less artificial, but a scam doesn’t line up any buyers unless they believe the salesman’s words might be true. The buyers have to believe that the penny stock they’re about to waste half their retirement on might actually double in the next six months, or in this case, that Iran is an actual threat to Western security and not just a hobby project the Synagogue of Satan have marked for another “lawn mowing” event, as the sickos in Tel Aviv call them.

Since the grass this time is not unarmed women and children, but a nation of ninety million with hypersonic weapons and asymmetrical advantages, New Rome (West Israel) has been called in to pay the toll again. The last time Israel sent New Rome to fight its neighbors, host colony West Israel spent years and trillions of dollars to topple Saddam Hussein for WMDs he didn’t have. Iraq was always a Shia majority country—roughly 65%, but Saddam was a Sunni strongman sitting on top of that majority and suppressing it. Removing him handed Iran its single greatest strategic gain in decades.

Now Israel wants New Rome to go on suicide island hopping missions in Hormuz, with a fraction of the number of troops used to invade Iraq 23 years ago, against a nation with a far more sophisticated military, impenetrable terrain, for undefined missions or objectives that change at the whims of an Orange Paedo Chabadnik enriching himself on oil price and equity market swings, which will, in the end also fail and once again leave Iran even stronger.

Anyone detecting a pattern here?

The New Roman people always appreciate being properly lied to about such catastrophic engagements, so long as it’s with conviction, by ~~a leader~~ an actor who sits at a big oak desk in a masonic oval office, ~~looking them in the eye~~, reading from a teleprompter displaying the words of a Tel Aviv-trained speechwriter. Apparently, they might finally get their porridge tonight. Stay tuned for more market manipulation and demands for “noble” peace prizes.

Eight boats. We got eight more boats, out of respect for my negotiation skills. Iran is gifting me two shrimpin’ boats, four pilot boats, and two row boats because I promised we wouldn’t kill them for a third time if they negotiate with us. Europe gets nothing for being sissies. They can get their own boats.

New Romans love a good oral office address. They can rally around that moment of lies together, and forget about the pain and suffering of ~~sand people, a~~ highly intelligent 5000-year-old Persian civilization in a far-off land that they couldn’t point out on a blank map even if they were spotted the letters I and R and only two of the world’s countries were labeled. (Half of them would select Ireland. Seriously...)

Americans pinpointing Iran on a map three years ago. Adjust downwards 7% for lucky guesses, and it’s 16%. Those who selected anything west of Spain should be sterilized.

Even amongst remaining highly political normies, the idea that any type of participatory system exists in New Rome has been reduced to closing a shower curtain after waiting in line for eight hours (sacrificing time-labor-wages), to ponder the choice of a preselected demented blackmailed Paedophile who molested his daughter, or a preselected retarded blackmailed orange Paedophile who probably molested his daughter.

The idea that governments care a lick about their people, who are finally realizing in ever-increasing numbers that they are merely expendable and disposable publius flotsam to be flushed down the river toward greater indignities is all now as one Masonic founding father said: “self-evident.”

Ante Bellum Casus Belli Blues

𝙂𝙊𝙊𝘿 𝘾𝙄𝙏𝙄𝙕𝙀𝙉 — Thu, 05 Mar 2026 19:08:05 GMT

Israel was created as the instrument to bring about the battle of armageddon and the fulfillment of prophecy. A war that will be so terrible, where nuclear weapons will be used, so that American citizens and other people of the world will get down on their knees and beg for no more war, and what is the answer to that? To destroy the sovereignty of nations for a one-world government.

— Bill Cooper

Star Log: 3.1.2026

Andromeda Galaxy (M31)
Right Ascension (RA): 00h 42m 44s
Declination (Dec): +41° 16′ 09″

Distance to Zion: 2.537 million light-years

Stardust transmission, Alpha Centauri: Blood moon scheduled 3:33 am 3.3. Loosh harvest underway. Ayatollah replaced with…Ayatollah.

The Ayatollah Exchange Program. Cyrus the Great as Persian Erasmus?

Gog in the land of Magog awaits marching orders from the Balrog.

Book of Deuteronomy dictates war policy.

New Rome memos delivered. War for armageddon confirmed. Antichrist among earthlings. Speculation around levels of Botox received or McDonald’s consumed. The Orange suspect confessed he is not going to heaven. Refused to put his hand on a copy of War and Peace at his inauguration. No Bible in sight.

Conversion to Chabad in earth year 2018?

Juice Box Hero confirmed.

Blackmail certain.

Incoming transmission: Daddy_Says_I’m_The_Best_At_It.mp4

Boomercons engrossed by Foxfire News. Mark Levin and Larry Loomer constantly ejaculating to Operation Epididymis Fatigue.

Post Bellum Casus Belli #1: Nuclear weapons in Persia

Run transmission, no desire for nuclear weapons since…the 1990s?

35% of West Judea colonists incapable of using search engines. Still trust kosher black mirrors that ‘channel’ hasbara ‘programming’ to whatever remains of their aluminated grey matter.

Juice Box Hero transmission, June 2025:

Forty years of “any day now.”

Run transmission, little_Satan_broken_record.mp4:

“Negotiations” with Iran over the nuclear program that ended with last June’s bombings.

Unelected “negotiators” selected by little Satan. Real estate developers cashing in on the Gaza Genocide. Kushner, the owner of 666 5th Ave, NYC.

Bombings continue.

Regime change in 2-3 days only.

Casualties buried.

Truth, non-existent.

Awaiting resupply from Xvetch feed time travelers.

Algorithmic kabuki underway.

No new Stardust transmissions.

It’s lonely out here.

Star Log: 3.2.2026

Andromeda Galaxy (M31)
Right Ascension (RA): 00h 42m 44s
Declination (Dec): +41° 16′ 09″

Distance to Zion: 2.537 million light-years

Engineering Casus Belli has been retired. No Gulf of Tonkin. No incubator babies. No yellowcake from Niger. No USS Maine bombing. No Lusitania. No weapons of mass destruction between the ears of Richard Perle or as a suppository for Paul Wolfowitz.

Host Colony West Judea and Rothschild Star coordinating sorties with the precision of a synchronized swimming team at Birkenau during the typhoid outbreak of 43.

Girls’ school hit on day one. Future Amalek breeders eliminated.

Chabad accountants approve. Israelis dancing again.

Department of Defense renamed Department of War. No need for psychological branding anymore. Indifference reigns.

We used to believe propaganda required…a minimum effort…to be believed.

All propaganda studies departments at Universities must rework their curriculum and move to the History department.

New model: atrocities first, excuses whenever, public opinion irrelevant, justifications made later when AI writes history school curriculum via neuralink chips.

Host Colony announcement made: Go to work, silly Goyim of West Israel, and pay your tributes to Tel Aviv. Your soldiers are in safe, scaly hands.

Dogmas and mantras of 2003 return.
Be a patriot. Join the war party, there are hats and party blowers for everyone, of all ages, from small islands.

Stardust transmission incoming, Sirius cluster: Cyrus Scofield’s ghost spotted orally pleasing John Hagee on his Gulfstream somewhere over Vicksburg. Children present.

The path to Jesus’ return runs through a crater where Iranian girls used to learn mathematics. The i24 Rapture Index ticked up twelve points. Pork futures remain stable. Kosher dildos are hot.

Chutzpah beyond satire.

Incoming transmission file… dangerous_lunatic_heretics.png

Incoming transmission…file Orange_Juice_Box_Hero_Spirtiual_Advisor.mp4

Featured: Paula White-Cain, head of Juice Box Hero’s new White House Faith Office. Now Juice Box Hero’s ~~spiritual advisor~~ head of foreign relations and military conflict.

Run transmission…

Run Translation: My neighbors forgot to water their lawn. Angels forgot to swiffer my kitchen floor this morning, lord please send Lupita to do it for me before I get home. Angels from Africa right now. Strike and Strike and Strike Iranian girls’ schools.

Post Bellum Casus Belli #2: Religious Extremism in Iran threatens comfortable West Israelis on golf courses, watching their currency collapse while stroking themselves to Zillow price forecasts.

Life is still too easy to be bothered to identify the parasites among them.

Incoming transmission: Brooklyn tunnels with bloody mattresses next to a Goyim kindergarten. chabad_cult_child_sacrifice.png

Transmission from host colony West Israel: Orange Juice Box confirms the war is ‘very biblical, maybe the most biblical, people are saying, it’s tremendous, so much like revelations they’ve never seen anything like it. They’re saying, some generals are saying I was chosen by Jesus to lead these revelations, imagine that, the first President, chosen, that’s the generals saying this, so they know what they’re talking about.’

Remphran Peace prize incoming. Synagogue of Satan certified.

Luke 6:41: Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother’s eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye?

Televangelists explain that the dead children in Gaza and Iran are actually blessed because they get to skip the Tribulation.

Hagee 66:6: And the Lord spake unto his servant on the satellite feed, saying: Bring ye thy mortgages and thy car notes unto the altar, for what profiteth a man to pay his debts when the Kingdom cometh soon? Cancel thy health insurance, for I am thy Physician and my co-pay is zero. Sell all thou hast and give it unto my servant in the Gulfstream G650, that he may ascend quickly to spread the gospel of earthly ruin.

Pastor John Hagee: “Don’t fear end times….that we are engineering with your tax dollars.”

Christian Zionists, when asked what Christ would think of bombing children to engineer his return. “We don’t talk about that Jesus.”

The wrong Jews are in the wrong places, saying the wrong things about the wrong Messiah. The demons are playacting the wrong ancestry.

Everyone is very confident.

Loosh yield: exceptional this week.

Frequencies: despair and anger

Regime change in 4-5 weeks now.

Hubris: exceptional.

Humility and Empathy: dead.

The Nebula stretches before me like a cathedral of gas and fire. Seven light-years of a stellar nursery birthing suns that will warm planets I can never visit.

It’s beautiful out here.

Star Log: 3.4.2026

Andromeda Galaxy (M31)
Right Ascension (RA): 00h 42m 44s
Declination (Dec): +41° 16′ 09″

Distance to Zion: 2.537 million light-years

The humans have discovered a cheat code.

Why wait for prophecy when you can use holy books as instruction manuals?

What did God say about “playing God”?

Matthew 24:36: “But about that day or hour no one knows, not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father.”

Scofield margin notes, subsection “How to Nudge the Almighty Along” under the corpses of millions. Board of Peace steering committee: “Send in the morning talk show host, alcoholic, twice-divorced philanderer to give his best impression of General Westmoreland, but much more evil!”

Netanyahu stood before his people on Purim and named Amalek.

Book of Samuel: “Now go and strike Amalek and devote to destruction all that they have. Do not spare them, but kill both man and woman, child and infant, ox and sheep, camel and donkey.”

Purim commemorates Jewish survival of a genocide plot. Netanyahu observed it by launching one. The Persians in the Book of Esther had a decree and a gallows. The Persians of today have received the full attention of a nuclear-armed Judea and its host colony, West Judea. The holiday about not being exterminated is now the holiday of exterminating.

The irony is only visible from Andromeda.

Rubio Transmission incoming: Israel was going to strike Iran if we didn’t do it first.

Post Bellum Casus Belli #3: Daddy was going to shoot up the school, Mom, so I did it first.

Let me reframe this analogy for the galactic record. The neighbor’s teenage troon daughter who worships Molech told me she was going to shoot up the school, so I positioned an MG 42 turret in the hallway and opened fire on the classrooms pre-emptively. Just to be safe. The girls aged 7 to 15 were collateral in the mitigation strategy.

I’d been monitoring the principal’s location during negotiations to tell him to vacate the school and resign, and though the principal said he would not hide and would die in his office, on his feet, like a man, I still bragged about my intelligence gathering skills on this remarkable assassination of the Principal.

The Host Colony and the Rothschild State plantation owners nod in agreement.

Matthew 7:21: Not everyone who says to me, ‘Lord, Lord,’ will enter the kingdom of heaven, but only the one who does the will of my Father who is in heaven.

Killing the Ayatollah to replace him with the…Ayatollah was the will of the Father.

The will of the Father, it turns out, involves cratering schoolyards also.

The Christian Zionists have catalogued this carefully. Their Jesus returns through the bowels of carnage, that they must lay upon a nation of…(checks demographic records)…one million Christians.

Midwifing the Messianic age.

Import millions of Muslims into Christian nations after bombing their countries to the stone age ✅

Set the stage for another engineered war that favors your tribe fullfilling Albert Pike’s 1871 prophecy of three world wars ✅

Orchestrate false flags on Sunni nations to drag Turkey and Saudi Arabia into your conflict ✅

Annnnd action!

Islam vs Christianity (remake number 28, featuring Christian Zionists)
MGM Studios, in association with Larry Ellison’s Wallet, Weinstein Productions, and Temple Mount Pictures Presents…
A Benjamin Mileikowsky War
Starring Orange Juice Box Hero as ~~King Baldwin IV~~ Julian the Apostate with magic healing ear powers.

They have not considered that the Messiah they are summoning may not be the one they expect. The text says the deception will be convincing. The text says many will be led astray. The text says the lawless one will sit in the temple, proclaiming himself God.

U.S. Troops Were Told Iran War Is for “Armageddon,” Return of Jesus

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Just one million more body bags and Jesus will return to celebrate with us!

Incoming transmission, Judea-feminist cluster…

Post Bellum Casus Belli #4: To Liberate the women of Iran, misogynists!

Well, of course. To liberate the women of Iran!

The Iranian women who make up a large part of university students and doctors and engineers, will soon be free to take up the calling of all brave emancipated women in failed empires micromanaged by parasites extracting their wealth and riches for themselves—to be whores on the Internet for a Billionaire Ukrianian jew.

Incoming transmission: war_criminal_retired.mp4

Transmission notations: That moment when you realize you’re no longer the biggest fuck up President in history.

Stardust transmission incoming, Me Mum was a lampshade cluster: victors_as_victims_rewrite_history.mp4

Transmission notations: The lie that brought us to the present

What to do with the big lie?

Bomb it with truth—the light, the way.

Every accusation of brutality is a confession.

Embellish fictional Entertainment films and control school textbooks.

Frame yourself as perpetual victims, and you never have to answer for your own crimes, so you can keep them rolling for the next century.

A Tarantula Nebula across my port view now, like a spider woven from violet silk and burning hydrogen. Maybe one day I’ll watch a blue giant collapse into itself.

Regime change will carry on indefinitely, they say. A silly bluff.

Armaments depleted. Clock ticking.

Boots on the ground in another graveyard of empires.

Mission creeps. Shabbos. Apostates. Heretics.

Accelerationism is now foreign policy.

False flags incoming.

Hang them all high for the people to see.

National Guard domestic deployment by April 2026 for martial law?

What are they planning?

At this moment, at this point in space and time, things will never be the same as they were at any other moment ever, and that is a blessing.

It’s calm here now.

Pleasant.

Still awaiting reinforcements.

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The Sentient and The Brave

𝙂𝙊𝙊𝘿 𝘾𝙄𝙏𝙄𝙕𝙀𝙉 — Wed, 18 Feb 2026 17:43:06 GMT

Sportsbaal in New Rome: Stealing the walking dead’s money has never been easier for rigged leagues and their gambling partners.

I love humanity. It’s people I can’t stand.

Tremors

There was the world before September 11, 2001, and the vastly different world that followed...but only for curious people who valued whatever remained of their liberty.

When are people gonna wake up?

Whoops!

There was the world before Edward Snowden revealed that his government (along with the Five Eyes nations) is spying on everyone all the time in June 2013, and there was the world that followed…but only for curious people who valued whatever remained of their privacy.

When are people gonna wake up?

Whoops!

There was the world before Convid, and a vastly different world that followed…but only for the curious people who suspected they were going to see the final nails in the coffins of liberty, privacy, and bodily autonomy.

My God! They are injecting people with clot shot nanobots. When are people gonna finally wake up?

Whoops!

Benjamin Mileikowsky, who proclaims jews are at war with New Rome (formerly the United States), keeps his ~~covid~~ saline syringe in his office like a trophy. It’s probably nothing. Whoops!x40mil

There was the Western world before people realized it is run by a criminal gang of Satanic paedophiles who worship Canaanite gods, and have never ceased with the pastime pleasures of their deities, namely cannibalism, trafficking, raping, and sacrificing children, and…this was the world people lived in for millennia, and still exists. These same people pose as the saviors who know what “medicines” and “foods” are “healthy” for the rest of us non-Satanic non paedophiles who don’t traffic, rape, and sacrifice children to Molech.

What about the children?! When are people gonna wake up, damn it?

Whoops!

In the aftermath of horrid revelations, newly curious people know not why they suffer. The shock of discovering the lurid details within the recent partial peep show known as the Epstein files (recently flooded with inconsequential names like Janis Joplin, Michael Tracey, and Elvis Presley to muddy the waters) is palpable.

Odysseus Unsheathed

6 months ago · 77 likes · 40 comments · Craig Nelsen

Torture talk, assassination-as-suicide gossip (Whoops!), beef jerky (cannibalism?), pizzagate and Isaac Kappy (mostly) proven true, and plenty of casual talk amongst jews about the ‘lesser than’ goyim who were born to serve and never chosen by a people so adversarial, destructive, and monstrous, that if the masses of Gentiles ever knew the plans they have for their future, which they’ve been executing with precision for over a century they’d probably…go right back to eating seed oils and watching their sportsbaal games.

Is all this “black pilling”?

This is what they want, donthchya’ see, they want us all demoralized!

Whoops!

How can a spiritually dysregulated person be demoralized if demoralization requires sentience, an activated pineal gland, the ability, or even a minimum desire to think about and ponder ideas and schemes beyond their next high fructose corn syrup fix and sportsbaal contest?

The only socially valued pursuits remaining in a world of corrupt, dis-eased, spiritually dysregulated masses are monetary and material accumulation for self-benefit. Demoralization would require taking away all the stupid crap that gives their life meaning. It cannot come from observing the state of the world beyond their vapid micro bubbles.

135 million people just tuned in to watch the Stupor Bowl last weekend. That’s five million more than the previous year, who either stayed in front of their black mirrors to watch the Puerto Rican white rabbit put on an Alice in Wonderland themed halftime show with Satanic Gaga as Alice in a blue dress with red Paedo shoes, where they told the audience ‘there are no morals, rules, and everything is an illusion,’ or they went off to ‘channel’ different ‘programming’ to watch a retarded lite-beer-swilling rap rocker in a wife beater utter some dopey lyrics in a pretaped “non-woke” halftime show brought to them by Erika Kirk’s Dry Tissue Tour of 2025.

Did you ever see the Howard Lutnik Dry Tissue Tour of 2001?

Most people missed Epstein’s neighbor's fake crying on several corporate news outlets back then.

Only 87 million watched U2’s Stupor Bowl ~~halftime show~~ energy harvest in 2002, where they scrolled a list of victims of Howard Lutnik, Larry Silverstein, and Israel’s attack on its colony, West Israel, as Epstein and Gates’ buddy Bono sang, “It’s a beautiful day!”

Whoops!

Demoralization is the furthest thing possible for Sportsbaal fans who couldn’t find the requisite mental state if it tied them up, threw them in a trunk, and shipped them off in a fifty-five-gallon drum barrel to Little St. James Island.

Orange Is The New Whack

𝙂𝙊𝙊𝘿 𝘾𝙄𝙏𝙄𝙕𝙀𝙉 — Tue, 03 Feb 2026 21:24:17 GMT

“Uncle Schlomo wants you!”

As the Orange Viceroy of West Israel assembles his “yuuugest armada in the history of Naval warfare” at Iran’s doorstep, for a second time within his first year back on his golden kneepads for Israhell, economist Jeffrey Sachs said in an interview last week:

“An attack is imminent. The goal here has never been negotiation. Whenever there has been negotiation, Israel has jumped up and down saying don't negotiate. The United States will do whatever Israel says.”

Sachs also recently observed: “Netanyahu’s dream in life is a war between the US and Iran.”

Most humans have dreams of starting a family, caring for their offspring, protecting them, providing for them, giving them every opportunity to have a good quality of life, in a respectable and safe community, and maybe even doing their part outside of their family to try to leave the world a better place for those who follow.

Non-human entities dream of destruction, death, massacres, bloodshed, ethnic cleansing, parasitic behavior like looting other nations’ treasuries, stealing their land, while scooping up all their assets to manage, and enslaving their humans through propaganda (mind control) for their benefit by any means available.

According to the latest batch of Epstein files, they also adore child rape and child sacrifice.

Chosen by God, eh?

Which God?

Mirror, Mirror

𝙂𝙊𝙊𝘿 𝘾𝙄𝙏𝙄𝙕𝙀𝙉 — Sat, 24 Jan 2026 22:42:51 GMT

“You got this, bro. Just buy my course with four easy payments of $199.99. And don’t forget your sneakers with magic air.”

Promises

The new year brings the opportunity for rebirth and absolution.

Resolutions are made.

Declarations are broadcast publicly to convince others that the declarer will finally be re-sol-ute in the coming year. Strangers are informed of private, internal, psychological struggles with the intent to finally realize self-actualization. The accounting ledgers of fitness centers are the greatest beneficiaries of this vulnerable custom.

The Latin origin of resolution is resolūtus, a conjunction of re = “back, again” and solvere = “to loosen, untie, release, dissolve,” and originally meant to loosen something back to its elements—to break it apart so it can be settled or decided.

A New Year’s resolution could mean:

“I have untied myself from contradiction and indecision. I am settled.”

In practice, none of this occurs, as there is no completion or clarity, but a verbal declaration to oneself, more often regarding a habit or behavior one struggles to settle. It’s an admirable, seasonal recipe for failure, yet people resolve to make these indecisive resolutions anyway, year after year.

At the start of the fake new year, in the dead of winter, when everything is hibernating, people endeavor to conquer their past selves by the mere flip of a Gregorian calendar.

What the masses were incapable of accomplishing on December 30, they will be keen to start to resolve on the second day of January, after spending the first day recovering from a brain-smashing hangover.

They will resolve to promise themselves (and increasingly perfect strangers) that they will stick with something they weren’t able to do in any month of the previous calendar year.

Re-so-lute.

This is akin to the alcoholic walking into a mood-lit cantina at happy hour, while telling himself he’s just there for the conversation and ambiance, and will be home after one glass of sparkling water with lemon.

I overheard this alcoholic man inside the convenience store of a gas station a few days into the new year speaking loudly into his dumbphone: “I’m so damn excited about this opportunity, honey. It feels good to view sobriety as a daily, positive, and uplifting adventure, instead of a chore or a job with high stakes.”

Thinking back to twenty years earlier, the last time I’d spent any significant time in the country, I couldn’t remember Americans being so loud and public about their vices and private struggles.

I glanced down at his young daughter perusing the candy aisle, then back up at the man who wanted every stranger inside this Circle K to know his cause and pursuit.

Was he speaking to his wife, himself, or a family judge he’s having an affair with?

Custody woes?

AA Tokens.

Candy for the kid. Word candy for the wife.

Re-so-lute.

Stranger Things Than Bardot

𝙂𝙊𝙊𝘿 𝘾𝙄𝙏𝙄𝙕𝙀𝙉 — Fri, 02 Jan 2026 18:42:13 GMT

Humans are a peculiar species.

Nothing in our world can pass without narrative framing and attachment to help make sense of events that transpire by ascribing causation or finding correlations. Though we are highly selective creatures, because we often ascribe causes and correlations where none exist, or ignore them all when there are mountains of both.

Through education, mass media, entertainment, and a well-oiled historical guilt extortion game, narratives can even mold in the public consciousness without any events transpiring at all, or the causes of which are completely fabricated. (See most of 20th-century Western history.)

Narrative is the backbone that gives our life experiences significance. They can change over time as memories become foggy, and with our desire to wrap ourselves within them for comfort or meaning, or to exploit and extort others.

A woman ends a toxic long-term relationship and travels to another city for unrelated reasons. While stopping for gas, she sees an old ex-boyfriend at the same station. Neither of them lives there. The encounter happens four days after the breakup. She interprets the event as destiny, rather than happenstance or accident, and emotionalizes or even labels it as a “sign from the universe.” If religious, she might call it a “sign from God.”

Each individual can choose what context and details to include or omit from personal experiences, thereby defining events in their lives that might seem transformationally powerful.

In psychology, this is called Jungian Synchronicity, when one or more events occur close in time, with no physical cause and effect chain, and yet still have a strong symbolic or emotional resonance with the individual.

The opening interviews of married couples from the Rob Reiner film “When Harry Met Sally” seem apropos here.

Husband: I was at the butcher's, sent by my mother to pick up the roast. Waiting in line, I noticed this pretty girl walking past the shop windows.

Wife: There he was inside the same butcher shop I was walking past in Brooklyn, as if it were destiny.

If we’re not directly involved in events but experiencing them as distant observers, building a coherent narrative still helps us make sense of the world. Order is much more preferable to chaos.

Apparently, each individual can also choose what details to include or omit from highly publicized, staged, and scripted public events, thereby bending narratives that are often ‘official stories’ furnished by those who staged the events and have prepared a solution to the very “problem” they created.

Those wily skeptics, who detect scripted events, are provisioned with alternative prefabricated narratives from online personalities, who are pushed into the spotlight for one reason only— to keep the spectacle grounded in authenticity.

Not happy with government officials involved in staging the greatest mass murder in history (outside of engineered wars) under the pretense of a health emergency? Don’t worry, here’s the Wuhan lab crew of “alternative” doctors to the rescue with a protocol that will help you beat something that doesn’t exist with more drugs that you don’t need! We don’t care who you follow, as long as you keep believing there was a pandemic and stay fearful of lab-created viruses, so you believe we have the potential to do this again.

Not satisfied with the official FBI version of events around the Charlie Kirk spectacle? Don’t worry, follow these people who are tracking Egyptian jets, Israeli security details, and all the shady individuals involved in Kirk’s organization, while his “widow” embarks on her 2025 Dry Tissue Publicity Firework extravaganza. We don’t care what you believe happened that day as long as you keep your attention focused on this spectacle.

I swear it was the guy with the palm gun, honey.

No, dear, it was the guy in the balcony behind Charlie.

What about the trap door in the floor? That’s why they scrubbed the site the next day!

No, idiots, his microphone exploded!

I think you guys are just reaching. It was probably the queer kid who liked trannies with his grandpa’s hunting rifle, just like the FBI said.

Who the hell invited this guy?

The only thing I’ve been able to conclude from the Charlie Kirk event is that only those in Valhalla will know if his neck healed as fast as Trump’s ear did.

That quote often attributed to Mark Twain, “It’s easier to fool people than to convince them they’ve been fooled,” holds a new significance in our highly scripted, atomized Truman Show world. Some people have a deeply rooted desire to know how they’ve been fooled rather than why.

Truman Burbank wants to find Ed Harris and the production room.

The online sleuths who hit the fake sky wall go back to Main Street of Seahaven for a slice of apple pie to watch podcasts tell them what to think of the wall they just hit.

Colonial Mustard with the leadpipe in the conservatory to reauthorize the NDAA.

Dancing Israelis for the Patriot Act and endless wars.

A Wuhan Lab leak for the “vaccines.”

Arsen Ostrovsky, a kosher narrative manager from Tel Aviv, with the fake blood, on Bondi Beach.

The scripted events used to be tiresome.

Then worthy of a chuckle or two, but now they’re mostly a passing jest, as if living in an amusement park and briefly looking up at a speedy ride at Magic Mountain, and wondering if the people on the ride know that they’re being taken for one.

They paid money and willingly boarded the ride, so they must know. Right?

When the participants disembark the rides, a contagion of emotions shapes their shared experience. Emotions are what mold the narrative for the masses more than anything, but the signs of them being taken for one are always there.

The rides continue even long after the riders have disembarked the spectacle.

Their time is limited.

They know that one day they are going to die.

DON’T FORGET THAT YOU ARE GOING TO DIE

And yet, they have to consume the aftermath of the spectacle, engrossing themselves in the narrative formation of scripted events, because they’re hooked.

How have they tried to fool me again?

Memento Mori.

In the great Christopher Nolan film Memento, Guy Pierce’s character Lenny has an affliction that fuels his obsession with investigating his wife’s murder. His anterograde amnesia means he cannot remember what happened twenty minutes ago, but he has Polaroid photos, handwritten notes, and tattoos to guide him day by day on his search.

Online sleuths have thousands of minutes of terrible, grainy bystander footage to guide them in a world where anyone can recreate anything using an AI video generator, and billions of minutes of fake AI videos are being uploaded to social sites every single day.

They’re going to solve it. They’re going to break the big story and appear with “I am a founding Mason of Turning Point,” Candace Owens, to unravel the conspiracy.

Nobody is more amused or laughing harder at the spectators, then the scriptwriters and their paid actors.

In Memento, Lenny has John G. Raped and Murdered My Wife tattooed across his chest. Erika Kirk has pleather camel toe pants, ten makeup artists, and firework displays. She’s on the case of her husband’s murder.

DON’T FORGET THAT YOU ARE GOING TO DIE

Erika Kirk versus Candace Owens, hosted by the Don King of Kosher Con Inc. “journalism” Bari Weiss. People tune in and follow the psychodrama closely.

Few people ask, “Why are they so desperate for everyone’s attention on this garbage?”

The Stranger Things finale was more woke garbage from Netflix. I can’t take it anymore! #BoycottNetflix!

That’s how you spend your leisure time, watching Hollywood child groomer shows, with misandry, paedophilia, miscegenation, and hero homosexuals coming out of the closet after being accosted and orally raped by a demon, and then venting about being scammed by $400 million Netflix shows to strangers online?

Another Somali daycare center without any kids in Minnesota? I’m done paying taxes! #DeportAllSomalis

Are you just now seeing the fraud? Not after a century of central bank looting and taking the dollar off the gold standard in 1971? And two trillion “missing” the day before 9-11? And trillions in fraud for a hoax pandemic that has tripled grocery prices in five years?

Mass anterograde amnesia?

Did you take a Polaroid of Donald Rumsfeld on 9-10-2001, and write on the back that he said $2 trillion was missing from the Pentagon?

Did you take a Polaroid of the price of coffee in 2019?

Did you tattoo across your chest: All of these parasites have raped and murdered my country since I was born?

Your entire host empire is built on a Ponzi scheme of fraud by international bankers who rely on you, from your birth, as a future debt slave to keep their scheme afloat, but you can’t see that they want you to suddenly pay attention to rampant fraud at Somali day care centers in a few states because the guy who broke the story (which actually broke four years ago with Project Veritas), Nick Shirley, is another Kosher Con Inc. plant funded by Israel for the amusement riders in West Israel?

Find a pen. Remember this. Find a pen and write this down. Stay focused.

It no longer matters how one is being fooled.

The adventure is in finding ~~the causation, and correlation~~ others who are just as outraged by events that are artificially shoved into the spotlight to enrapture the masses.

Memento Mori.

DON’T FORGET THAT YOU ARE GOING TO DIE

And there it was.

Just a few days ago.

Staring back from my programming screen.

I had to ask myself: “How am I being fooled?”

An old crush suddenly appeared after a bad breakup? Nope.

“Brigitte Bardot is dead,” the global headlines announced.

That doesn’t seem suspicious. She was 91.

How will I pass this last hour on the day Brigitte Bardot died?

I scan YouTube channels under my old subscriptions, mostly wondering why I ever subscribed to such mediocre or moronic channels. I remind myself how much I’ve changed in the past decade. What makes me laugh today, had my attention a decade ago.

Goldbug Peter Schiff is on a cryptobro’s podcast. I already know what Schiff will say about Gold, Silver, the dollar, and Bitcoin. I click it anyway, comprehending full well that one day I am going to die and this time will never be refunded.

Schiff performs his script just as I expect. Five minutes pass, and I remember that he lives in some rich country club enclave in Puerto Rico to avoid paying taxes. Smart guy. What was the name of that enclave, again?

I don’t have it tattooed across my chest.

I go to Zillow Puerto Rico.

Dorado. Dorado, Puerto Rico.

Mansion prices range from $10 million to $55 million.

I notice one listed for $43 million.

It’s one of those ugly “contemporary” white boxes on the golf course.

I can’t believe they’re asking $43 million for this house in Puerto Rico with no land, no ocean view, no beach, and golfers peeking into the back yard, so no privacy either. I remind myself that the dollar is tanking, and inflated house prices mean nothing in dollar terms.

I know that I’m going to die one day, and yet I click on the property anyway and start through the gallery of images.

DON’T FORGET THAT YOU ARE GOING TO DIE

Image seven.

The same wall?

I freeze.

For a full minute. Okay, maybe it was half a minute.

I re-examine it closely.

And zoom in on the photo montage portrait.

I freeze again.

Then I ask myself: “Am I Truman Burbank, and where the hell is Ed Harris hiding so I can wring his fucking neck out?”

Somebody must be messing with me.

Natalie? John G? Erika Kirk?

I mean, what are the odds?

It had to be Brigitte Bardot, on the same wall, adjacent to that memento mori, on the day she dies, after 91 years of life, inside a ridiculously overpriced home in Puerto Rico that I was led to because I chose to revisit my lame YouTube subscriptions after months of ignoring them, and clicked on a Peter Schiff podcast video, who happens to live in this area of Puerto Rico?

For those who might accuse me of rigging this up with an AI image generator, you can visit the Zillow link to this very overpriced property in Dorado, Puerto Rico, here and confirm that it is indeed real.

The property had roughly 3000 views at the time I saw it, after 26 days. Most of the visits were probably brokers in the first week.

If, say, fifty people visited this property that day online, but only half of those clicked through the images, how many recognized what they were looking at in image number seven?

Four? Two? Just me?

One in a hundred million chance on that very day?

One in a billion?

The artist who created it has one of Audrey Hepburn, Marilyn Monroe, and a dozen other icons who didn’t die that day, who were not on the wall of that home in Puerto Rico beside that memento mori.

Probability narratives.

Chaos and order.

Jungian Synchronicity?

Making sense of personal experiences.

Brigitte Bardot photo montage by Jerome Lucani

Brigitte Bardot became a global sensation because of a French Film called “And God Created Women,” directed by her husband at the time. Hollywood didn’t hand-pick her for stardom by setting her up on a paparazzi-tipped date with Cary Grant or Marlon Brando.

They would soon get their grubby hands on her, and she’d later regret it. Having attempted suicide a few times, she was probably used and abused like most starlets and sex kittens in that sick industry.

Hollywood cast her in a few flops before she became famous, but otherwise ignored her until the masses voted with their adoration and attention. Men lusted after her. Women wanted the attention of the men who lusted after her, so they turned to social mimicry.

Today, women can plump up their lips with fat injections, get breast implants, have their faces rearranged, and even trim down with drugs like Ozempic to try to mimic a French icon who won a genetic lottery.

Every generation has a Brigitte Bardot, but few of them have the good sense to depart from that industry and retire to a life of privacy, advocating for animal welfare and securing a future for their people.

Someone who goes by Sidney Sweeny is all the rage with the young men these days, because that’s how she’s been packaged and marketed for them.

So they consooom her in the way all young “right wing” men have been conditioned, with her Whiteness making her an ‘antiwoke’ direwolf among those who compete to be the most “based.” But there is nothing “based” about Sidney Sweeny. In her private life, she dates a money-grubbing manager called Scooter Braun, who, along with Puff Daddy, groomed, chewed up, and spit out a teenage Justin Bieber.

When Brigitte Bardot was all the rage, nobody needed words like based or White to describe normal behavior. Everyone instinctively knew they were looking at someone beautiful, and nobody had to apologize for being human. 90-98% of Western Europe and America were White, before they all became colonial outposts for Scooter Braun’s Chosenite tribe of Talmudic Kalergi Plan architects.

Sweeny was recently the focus of more scripted engineered “controversy.” Something about a double entendre using a jeans ad as a “dog whistle” for genes, and thereby eugenics and White supremacy and all the implanted trigger words to send the mindless borgs frothing from intolerance and hatred of the one race that isn’t permitted a future.

Nowhere is the intolerance and hatred of Whites more obvious than in Bardot’s native France, and nobody had the courage she did to speak out publicly about the planned replacement of her people. Bardot was charged and fined five times for violating “hate speech” laws in France, which protect the replacements of France’s long-planned reverse colonization.

Racial aspiration and envy are a strange game, but those who betray their position at the table always appear to have been dealt the worst genetic hand.

An editor at Vogue magazine, Emma Specter, was just one of many who published a smear piece on Bardot the day she passed, with the usual meaningless blather, calling her a bigot and “Islamophobe.”

She looks exactly as you’d expect a bitter, talentless goblin, who most likely benefited from tribal nepotism to land any role at Vogue, when she appears better suited to working the fryer at a Jack in The Box.

In this one, the goblin is NOT pregnant.

Emma Specter is going to die a lot younger than Bardot.

And nobody will be surprised by it. Or sad by it.

And nobody will remember her name or accomplishments when her fifth booster sends her to the morgue because she will have left none that are worthy mementos behind.

Along with Bardot, there was another passing this year that will serve as an ominous shift for the money grubbers like Scooter Braun and the barely sentient goblins like Emma Specter.

Even white guilt knew that one day it was going to die.

Those who birthed it with scripted narratives and erased history devoid of truth should be very afraid, because its ghost will haunt them in the years ahead, with more chaos than order.

Probability narratives?

Jungian synchronicity?

Scripted and planned?

The only way to notice the amusement rides is to never get on them.

Find a pen. Write this down. Remember it.

As another fake New Year's Day passes (April 1st is the real New Year’s, but the scriptwriters will call you a fool for believing that), the only certainty for any of us is uncertainty around the one event that will not be scripted.

Fuck taxes.

Memento mori.

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Homo Ozempus

𝙂𝙊𝙊𝘿 𝘾𝙄𝙏𝙄𝙕𝙀𝙉 — Sun, 21 Dec 2025 22:42:05 GMT

“It’s okay to be big and beautiful!”
The people selling this for decades, as tolerance for sloth, excess, and lack of self-control, are turning to injectable “drugs” to no longer be big and beautiful, and would prefer instead to be skinny and blind. In the history of human sincerity, no group has so profoundly and ironically called bullshit on their own claim.

Beautiful Lies

The proverbial fat lady has sung on the ~~qualitative assessment~~ tolerance propaganda, asserting that big is beautiful.

As with all politically correct social engineering exploits emerging from the hive of the progressive mind, body positivity was never about beauty or self-acceptance—it was about masquerading inclusivity as both, by lowering standards of body mass index to match the increasing rates of society-wide failure to maintain healthy levels.

The jig is up. The game has been exposed. Obesity was not a result of ignorance or depression, or some made-up academic psychological disorder, or a result of hereditary genes, but of environments engineered to overwhelm restraint with the emergence of highly processed, low-nutrient, calorie-dense food that could be funneled directly to the second brain, the stomach, to placate the main brain’s neurotransmitters, which were awaiting their rewards.

The pharmaceutical industry, along with nearly every public and private institution charged with “health care,” not only tolerated this arrangement but partnered with the corporate food system that created it, ensuring that the same pipeline could profit first from metabolic damage and then again from its chemical “cures.”

As is often the case, the latest solution to another engineered problem being proffered to the masses who regularly line up for injections of formaldehyde, thimerosal, graphene, aluminum, and self-assembling nanobot architecture for a human control and surveillance grid is to inject themselves with a new poison (full list of ingredients unknown) that stops these rotund beings from battling the urges of uncontrollable girth expansion.

As soon as an injectable solution to the socially engineered and self-made problem of humans pushing maximum density came along, it was, as we all suspected, no longer beautiful to be obese. Self-made is a delineator here, as humans have agency, though the model of victimhood economics requires that they believe they don’t. To assert that individuals played a role in their own physiological demise negates their victim status. It’s easier to blame “systems” than selves, and the system prefers this arrangement, as only the individual can bypass the traps of any system and help themselves.

Problem: Skyrocketing rates of Overweight or Obese humans
Reaction: Big is beautiful!
Past Solution: None. Big is beautiful, you fat-shaming goblin!

New Solution: Speciation via Homo Ozempus

Before we gorge on the exquisite ironies of the so-called injectable solution, it’s important to understand the unprecedented period currently marking the historical record, smearing it with canola oil engine lubricant and yellow #2, right here, during this very moment in time:

Maslowian Saturation Index = T x M x C

There is no such thing as MSI. At least there was no such thing as MSI.

It didn’t exist until the past month as I ruminated on this concept without injections of Ozempic.

So I invented it to explain the unique conditions that birthed rampant obesity.

Surpluses of time, money, and access to human energy, or calories, have never existed in any civilization to such excesses for all classes of society until this past century.

Here’s the most fascinating aspect of this never-before moment in human history: Not a single biologist, sociologist, behavioral economist, or anthropologist has written a book about what happens to a society enduring ‘hedonic dysregulation’ in the saturation of surpluses of Time, Money, and Calories concurrently (as a unified framework) across a large demographic strata. The results aren’t just mass obesity and the many tertiary effects around pushing maximum density, terrible as they are.

Surpluses of anything create economic imbalances, but an abundance of caloric energy, widely and cheaply available, with the least healthy options economically incentivized, and a rampant populace-wide ignorance of those unhealthy options, with the surplus of time to consume those calories, without the struggle of physical labor to provision it, has turned Maslow’s pyramid of needs into a sphere of bloated slop.

The top of Maslow’s hierarchy, concerned with the psychological and self-actualization, dissipates in a society where the MSI goes vertical, and social customs accommodate compulsive self-destructive habits, including but not limited to consuming more calories than expended, as sedentary mammals under the control of an oligarchic corportacracy profiting from victim economics. Instead of addressing the underlying social problems as empowered individuals, the solution once again introduces a dozen new problems through experimentation, labeling it an injectable cure.

Injectibles like Ozempic are called GLP-1 inhibitors, and doctors are writing millions of prescriptions for people who don’t need them because doctors have been trained by Rockefeller medical schools only to write allopathic prescriptions for all “problems”, real or imagined, and entrained by a litigious society of abundant parasites never to tell patients the truth about their physical proportions, poor lifestyle choices, and how easy it would be for them to improve their health in a matter of weeks with a few simple changes regarding what they shove down their mammoth gullets, and how often to engange in any activities that require expending calories or human energy. Victims seeking experts are easy marks.

If these GLP-1 inhibitors, as the latest solution, have been approved for public consumption by experts with fancy degrees on their office walls and high salaries, appointed by ~~bureaucrats and politicians,~~ corporations they used to work for, doctors are ~~writing,~~ being paid by pharmacutical companies to write millions of prescriptions instead of telling their patients the truth, then what could go wrong?

Achtung!

This may be one of the last free posts. I’m really swimming upstream now as Substack gets more insufferable by the week.

The San Fransicko based company is caving to Orwellian foreign censorship laws, like the digital “safety” acts, which means soon there will be no economic incentive to offer anything for free anymore. IOW, Substack is blowing up their entire business model for technocrat rats in Europe, Blighty, Canada, and down under, because they are gutless turds owned by technocrat asshole VCs in Silicon Valley.

Apparently, even my avatar, a blindfolded sheep with tape over its bleating mouth, is not safe for consumption down under and requires the Aussie government to force users to “verify their age,” a euphemism for collecting bio-digital tracking information on their Good Citizens’ information diets so they know who to audit for taxes, and who will be in camps soon for wrongthink and being Antiseptic.

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Dowen undah

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If you open Substack to try to write DMs, you might be greeted with this draconian demand to spy into your DMs…

8 months ago · 47 likes · 20 comments · The Underdog

And yes, I’m building an independent website to bypass this age verification farce. I will gradually, over the course of 2026, publish from both my personal website and my shrinking Substack island for misfits and skeptics. This requires you temporarily receive two emails with the same content, but different visual styles, until Substack becomes irrelevant, which they appear to want sooner rather than later. The email that doesn’t look like Substack will be safe for consumption if you live under digital despotism.

We will all probably have to return to the pre-blogspot days of blogging from independent websites to bypass the planned return of platform-wide censorship.

That’s the model now.

A new “platform” emerges
Herd the sheeple to it (centralization)
Once a few hundred million arrive, pull the rug on them via censorship, digital IDs (age verification), tracking, algo sorting, and shadow banning
The platform becomes a safe space for NPCs, former corporate media spooks, and imbeciles pushing approved narratives that will doubtless lead to sudden coincidences
A new “platform” emerges for “dissidents and skeptics” with unapproved thoughts they don’t realize are being managed by controlled opposition…herd them…rug them…censor….shadow ban…safe space for NPCs…rinse and repeat

Youtube > Rumble (Thiel and JD Vance)
Patreon > Locals (Dave Rubin and Thiel)
Blogspot > Medium > Substack (Google to Andreesen Horowitz)

Enough is enough with prancing around platforms all owned by the same circle of rich, controlled assholes from one little valley filled with overachieving drama queens who, like most politicians, are probably on tape doing bad things to kiddies.

I’m done with all these technocrat herding games, and you should be too.

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Hedonic Dysregulation

The concept of humans consuming “three meals a day” is a relatively new phenomenon, and you’d be forgiven for presuming it was invented by advertising executives and behavioral psychologists early in the last century.

For most of human history, hunger was a familiar buddy, even an essential survival condition that sharpened attention and focus. Today, “hunger” triggers emergency binges on Fruit Loops, corn dogs, mac n’ cheese, sliders, jalapeño poppers, or neon-colored gelatinous rubber snacks created in laboratories.

Humans ate after successful hunts or long days toiling in the fields. Seasonal harvests were a point of celebration. Eating meals depended on physical exertion or calories expended, weather conditions, daylight hours, and sometimes on sheer luck. Until the 19th century, long gaps between meals didn’t trigger an emergency dash on horseback to Denny’s to gorge on biscuits and gravy. Satiety after any meal sent a signal to the brain that the metabolic engine was in proper working order.

When societies settled into agriculture and surplus became possible, only two meals per day were common, with dedicated fasting days still part of many cultures and religions. The gradual changes emerged with industrialization, when factory schedules centralized urban labor and demanded predictable refueling windows. Food production adapted to meet those constraints with cheap, shelf-stable calories that could be consumed quickly and repeatedly between work and sleep, and after sleep but before work, or between work and more work.

Overeating carried social consequences as it represented excess detached from physical effort, or worse, one of the seven deadly sins—gluttony. Even during the American Great Depression, food was valued and cherished, and families couldn’t afford to waste anything through overconsumption. For millions, skipping meals was an economic necessity.

Children at the family breakfast bar, circa early 1930s

Mammals have evolved in environments where sustenance arrived through effort, delay, and uncertainty. Despite many global famines (some engineered by Communists) in the 20th century, Homo Sapiens have recently evolved to disregard the labor that was once connected to household, community, and survival, and embrace the hubris that comes with the expectations that an abundance of packaged energy will always be around the corner at the local grocery store.

Once meal timing became detached from exertion and calories expended to provision them, then eating became a habit of familial routine. True hunger lost its regulatory function as stimulation-eating took over, and snacks became a fixture in every pantry or cupboard. By the post-war period, breakfast was promoted as a daily ritual by cereal companies advertising their wholesome treats to a booming middle-class America.

A delicious power breakfast, that’s Cheerios!

Any species that moves from a state of survival to comfort, followed quickly by abundance of time and calories, and engages in excess consumption ends the cycle in a state of sedation. Choice overload, combined with declining acceptance of social regulators like bullying or shaming, creates the conditions where self-regulation collapses, and new social norms emerge that are of benefit to only pharmaceutical companies and other profiteers of the death management industry. People give up on themselves as they witness others around them accept a similar kind of surrender to the excesses of all vices.

This is a kind of Hedonic Dysregulation, a neurological imbalance associated with compulsive disorders. It forms when friction disappears from everyday life, hunger loses its evolutionary purpose, eating becomes an activity divorced from survival and effort, and social norms within heterogeneous cultures that once regulated behavior collapse, setting the stage for every new pathology that follows, including mass obesity.

The comparisons of Ancient Rome to the Divided States of America (New Rome) have been ceaseless for decades now, as they mount in the form of debased currency, expanded empire, disregard for citizens, increased taxes, bread and circuses, importing new slaves (open borders) to cover outrageous spending, decadent ruling classes, selling citizenship for gold (Agent Orange Golden Visa), and so forth. However, one area that is unique to New Rome (apart from being ruled by Judea instead of crushing it, multiple times) is the hedonic excesses have flooded and transformed all classes of society, not just the decadent ruling elites.

New Rome’s maximum density transformation under Maslowian Saturation occurred in the last few decades. In the 1960s, the social constraints on gluttonous behavior were still solidly in place, and the food supply hadn’t been co-opted and poisoned on a mass scale. One American President could see the consequences of sedentary lifestyle changes emerging in the post-war period and sounded the alarm.

We are under-exercised as a nation; we look instead of play, we ride instead of walk. The physical vigor of our citizens is one of America’s most precious resources. Too few of us are physically fit. Obesity and softness are increasing. Physical fitness is the basis for all other forms of excellence.

— John F. Kennedy

Sports Illustrated: “The Soft American” (1960)

The Anabolic Maslowian

To conceptualize the Maslowian Saturation Index (MSI), I divided modern Western history into seven periods based on labor intensity, time discipline, and surplus availability going back roughly 800 years. This avoids late Roman slavery and most nomadic tribes, and begins roughly with the feudal agrarian period under the emergence of warring Kingdoms, principalities, and hereditary monarchies.

Each period estimates average daily labor hours and discretionary time after subsistence, allowing Time (T) to be modeled alongside Money (M) and Calories (C) as multiplier inputs. The objective is to identify when surpluses compound rather than just relieve scarcity and provision necessity.

1000–1500: Feudal agrarian societies revolved around seasonal labor exceeding twelve hours per day during peak periods, with time consumed almost entirely by survival and obligation. Calories remain scarce, money is limited, and discretionary time is minimal.
1500-1750: Early mercantile and pre-industrial societies introduced wage labor and urban trades, stabilizing income slightly while retaining 10-12 hour workdays and limited rest, with household labor filling the remaining time.
1750-1850: The industrial revolution imposed rigid factory schedules of twelve to fourteen hours per day, widespread child labor, and near-total capture of waking hours by the demands of production. Factories had all the power. Laborers were expendable. Calories increase in consistency, yet physical exhaustion constrains surplus behavior. Sedentary activity beyond sleep is almost unthinkable.
1850-1945: Late industrial and reform eras reduced labor through unionization, child labor laws, compulsory schooling, and the introduction of weekends, producing the first meaningful expansion of free time.
1945-1975: The post-war period standardizes the eight-hour workday, weekends, and paid holidays, pairing rising wages with mass consumption and sharply increasing discretionary time. “Office jobs” fill up urban skyscrapers, as physical labor declines while caloric abundance spreads.
1975-2005: The neoliberal and consumerist era shifts work toward services and office roles, reducing physical effort while extending cognitive and self-ruminating psychological labor (my needs?), with credit expansion accelerating consumption despite stagnant real productivity. Caloric acquisition is now completely divorced from labor for 95% of society.
2005-Present: The digital and late-modern period compresses actual productive labor for many into four to six hours of fake work, padded by remote work, email circulation, meetings to plan future meetings, and administrative and managerial bloat. Time surplus peaks, money becomes abstracted and worthless (inflation is rampant), calories arrive instantly via bicycle delivery immigrants, and MSI rises sharply as all three input multipliers converge.

Social drift is the rate of transformation a society undergoes based on accumulative excesses of time, money, and calories. The rapid rate of change can be attributed to technological advancements creating a more interconnected world, where information travels instantly, but without excesses of time, money, and the available caloric energy to consume digital information, social drift is more gradual.

If we were to model an Obesity Index over these seven periods of history using just available excess calories multiplied by excess time, it would look nearly identical to the MSI chart above. Obesity rates (and overweight BMI) aren’t just extremely elevated in New Rome, they’ve also been increasing steadily in England, Germany, Canada, Australia, New Zealand, and Mexico, and are still rising at slower rates in other Western and Slavic countries.

Homo Ozempus

GLP-1 receptor agonists are generally defined as “pharmaceutical compounds designed to mimic incretin hormones that regulate insulin secretion, gastric emptying, and satiety or ‘fullness’ signaling.” They were originally developed for type-2 diabetes and later repurposed for weight loss once appetite suppression proved commercially viable. In the Neoliberal period, just before ubiquitous mass-processed foods, this was done with nicotine and coffee, both effective appetite suppressants that weren’t followed by hunger-signaling artificial food binges, which triggered further binges.

These GLP-1 drugs work by slowing gastric emptying and suppressing appetite signals through the gut-brain axis, effectively dampening the enteric nervous system—the so-called “second brain”—that evolved to regulate hunger, satiety, and metabolic feedback through three processes:

Sensation: “I’m full. I ate slowly enough for the digestive signals to give me this message. I know if I eat one more bite of this garbage, my body is going to let me know, and I’ll pay the price later.”
Discomfort: “Ahhh, hell, why did I inhale all that pizza and ice cream. My stomach hurts, my sleep is ruined, and my bed comforter has been soiled by methane. I’ll be washing that tomorrow.”
Reward: “That fondant au chocolat was worth it because I earned it, and it was just the right amount of taste in a small portion.”

The three could be described behaviorally as self-control, regret for adjustment, and the occasional managed indulgence.

Those who dismiss all three processes, for years on end, can now turn to a drug that dysregulates or bypasses the inherent biological metabolic chemical signaling process that users of the drug either destroyed or ignored, and will further destroy with the drug.

Instead of understanding the mechanisms of satiety and appetite, and resetting them with fasting, they mute the natural process, requiring the primary brain to accept numbness in exchange for obedience. The equivalent for sex addicts of this “solution” would be for men and women to inject their wangs and coochie’s with novocaine at the first urges of wanting to hump something.

The system that produced obesity remains profitable and intact. The individual’s capacity to feel hunger, pleasure, or discomfort is chemically dulled. Pushing maximum density is halted by an injection, without any sacrifice or comprehension of the physiological consequences.

In a society of present shock, where social drift elevates Maslowian saturation, the ends are all that matter. Humans under such conditions, proudly subjugated to victimhood-economics demand to be teleported to the finish line without effort, inducing a whole new level of blindness: they cannot see causes, symptoms, or systems of control.

The products that dominate the market today, semaglutide (Ozempic/Wegovy) and tirzepatide (Hims), are manufactured by Novo Nordisk and Eli Lilly, sold at monthly costs that routinely exceed four figures without insurance, and positioned as long-term, often lifelong interventions.

However, in another corporate welfare handout to his Pharma buddies, Agent Orange recently announced that these drugs will be covered under Medicare and Medicaid for people with elevated BMI figures. To translate this new policy decision into Good Citizen honesty, hard working tax payers will now subsidize hedonic dysregulation of their unemployed neighbors, who cannot stop pushing maximum density with SNAP benefits, and can now buy injectable solutions on TrumpRX.

As with everything, the cost of this latest “solution” isn’t just monetary.

Ask your President if persistent nausea, vomiting, bloating, constipation, diarrhea, gastroparesis (digestive failure), acid reflux, abdominal pain, dehydration, electrolyte imbalance, loss of lean muscle mass, digestive problems even after discontinuation, and blindness are right for you!

Yes, blindness.

The poetic solution of Homo Ozempus has a verse and metre all its own.

Congratulations, Homo Ozempus, you’re thin again!

If only you could see how ~~great~~ disfigured and zombified you now look.

Perhaps it’s for the best that you’re now blind.

As with all terrible cultural trends, the Homo Ozempus “cure” flowed downstream from celebrity proxies, who use it to increase their chances of being cast in movies or programs about ~~AIDS~~ AZT patients.

In recent years, highly visible (to non Homo Ozempus) figures in Hollywood, fashion, and media have undergone unnatural body transformations within compressed time windows, signaling to the public that a shortcut to ~~good health,~~ becoming a blind zombie, is favored at the highest status levels.

Celebrity bodies as proof-of-concept, anesthetizing skepticism and accelerating adoption, in a late-modern society of Maslowian saturation where most events are hoaxes, psychological operations, or fabrications…what could possibly go wrong?

MAHA to the rescue!

Oops. Sorry, thanks for playing.

Turning to a government that created MSI’s factors, including victimhood economics, for anything is like a rape victim turning to the rapist for grievance counseling.

S.L.O.P

Subsidized, Legalized, Optimized, Poison

Subsidized: corn, soy, high fructose corn syrup
Legalized: lab made additives banned elsewhere
Optimized: for shelf-life, palatability, addiction
Poison: slow, cumulative, gradually lethal (perfect for GDP)

MSI Stress Tests

There are always outliers to any thesis, and it’s important to identify what makes them so. This is how solutions present themselves—in those examples that defy data and outcomes.

Japan, South Korea, Norway, and Denmark are not filled with miracle humans, with magic metabolisms. They are not protected by genetics, superior willpower, or secret nutritional chef schools. These societies rest deep inside late modernity, with a high surplus of time, money, and caloric availability, yet they diverge sharply from the obesity curve predicted by MSI because they enforce behavioral social norms rather than pharmacologically managing failure after the fact. All the excess is there for indulgence (with fat taxes in Scandinavia on junk food), but any urges encounter resistance at an early age, socially, and continuously, long before it becomes detrimentally habitual.

The means is simple and unfashionable: homogeneity produces trust, trust enables informal enforcement, and informal enforcement shapes behavior. When citizens trust each other, and everyone has a psychological and fiscal stake in the outcome, stabilization occurs despite excess.

In societies like Japan and South Korea, eating habits, portion size, body presentation, and public presentation are subject to constant low-level scrutiny by neighbors, coworkers, employers, family, and society at large. Most East Asian countries are far more technologically advanced than high-MSI Western nations, but all that social drift hasn’t driven up their obesity rates. Culture is powerful. Cultures are self-reinforcing. Homogeneous cultures are often bulletproof.

Deviation is shameful for the Japanese. Shame is a self-correcting mechanism in honor societies. Obesity is treated as an imbalance, or an essential CV builder for sumo wrestlers, but certainly not something to be called ‘beautiful’ by mentally ill hordes of blue-haired morons with tribal nose piercings and preferred pronouns. These cultures do not feed their populations industrial SLOP at scale, and when excess appears, it triggers embarrassment rather than affirmation of failure.

Even homogeneity has an outlier. Not all governments desire to poison their population via the food supply. While France is the furthest nation from being homogeneous, as those evil Nazis predicted in the 1930s, resembling a melange of its former African colonies mixed with whatever remains of the native French people, it is an MSI outlier based on cultural customs around food.

Public school lunches are considered a class, a time of learning how to eat and what to eat. Four-course low-sugar meals are made with fresh, healthy ingredients, as MSI poster goblin Michael Moore found out on a trip to a French primary school in Normandy. This is not an endorsement of Moore, who is more of a selective documentarian when he’s not behaving like a shit-lib buffoon, but having lived in France for three years, I can attest that everything here is factual.

After poisoning a young French girl, reluctant to touch the Coca-Cola that he smuggled into the school, Moore shows the children photos of disgusting American public school S.L.O.P. The educated French children do not recognize it as edible or fit for human consumption.

With a social welfare system, including a public health system, now overloaded by constantly arriving “boat people” as great engineers and scientists, France has no choice but to stave off a deficit spending collapse through a debt crisis by nurturing good eating habits in its subjects. Some might consider this a different form of government control. But who really wants to pay high taxes to subsidize their neighbor’s medical bills from gluttony when they’re already forced to subsidize the welfare lifestyles of constantly arriving boat people?

The most ironic outlier case may be Denmark, home of Novo Nordisk, the manufacturer of Ozempic, where obesity rates remain comparatively restrained despite access to the very injectables now marketed as salvation elsewhere. Social friction persists, preventing MSI from inflating. Culture acts as a self-reinforcing compliance mechanism that is more powerful than any government policy.

Speciation Under Surplus

The new Great Citizen invention metric that will never be peer-reviewed or published in an academic journal on behavioral economics or psychology, the Maslowian Saturation Index, shows that surplus can accelerate social drift, but it does not create collapse unless a society permits it.

Time, money, and calories can rise together without producing obesity, sedation, or drift when cultures maintain friction, create boundaries around food culture, and expectations around self-presentation that do not make excesses a central aspect of consumption.

MSI becomes pathological only when surplus is paired with permissive systems that reward indulgence, subsidize, and profit from its “symptoms” by dissolving rudimentary human ‘social’ behaviors or physiologically destroying natural human regulation. (See all the side effects of Ozempic)

Food systems are engineered for addictive overconsumption, and a society that shrugs at personal failure, or celebrates it, will morph into something bordering on mass speciation. When the fake solution to invented problems makes the blind follow the blind, with the corporate-state celebrating the march of the collective blind off a cliff of despair, we’re witnessing a sub-species of zombified former humans emerging from a dedicated, intentional system, designed for this purpose.

Victims of any system require vision, perception, and self-empowerment to first vacate the premises and take back their destiny. Isolation and empowerment will breed greater skepticism, as the socially engineered scams become unmistakable.

Do I get off my ass and stop shoveling shit down my gullet, or do I become a blind zombie because my doctor has a pen and prescription pad and can teleport me to a modified, highly deranged finish line that I might not be able to see when I get there?

If you can’t see that almost every “problem” of surpluses today in high MSI countries is engineered, government subsidized, corporate-created, and could be solved overnight by common sense, then you don’t need Homo Ozempus.

You’re already blind.

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Dead Eyes Don't Lie

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Disney’s darlings grooming young girls: From innocent and wholesome, to normalizing the slutty and pornographic by their teenage years.

Corrupting Yooots

In 399 BC, Socrates was tried and sentenced to death by hemlock for corrupting the youth of Athens. His crimes? He loitered in the streets and spoke to young men on the brink of adulthood, drawing them into vices that unsettled the polis. He invited them to escape the habit and drudgery of their world with tightly rolled purple cookie monster kush joints to ease the stress of prepping for their geometry exams, and showed them his collection of Only Macedonians— pin-up reliefs, one of which depicted a woman providing a different kind of relief for 1000 Athenian soldiers in a single night.

When the Lyceum in Athens hosted its Spring Greek formal, Socrates would show up with chariots stacked with kegs of Egyptian barley beer and taught the bright-eyed initiates of Alpha Chi Omega, Delta Gamma, and Kappa Kappa Gamma how to perform the first documented keg stand in Western civilization. Plato later wrote that the altitude of one’s ankles “offers a reliable measure of the soul’s commitment to courage.”

When the Panhellenic council got word of Socrates encouraging young sorority initiates to bed their fraternal counterparts to experience “the dialectic of desire through mutual exploration”, their attempts to ban him from campus were met with the first organized youth protests for legalized abortion, which would be handled quietly through state-sanctioned herbal tonic terminations performed by licensed midwives.

He even ventured into the ghettos of East Athens to sling crack cocaine furnished by the Athenian Intelligence Agency to bankroll their failed excursions with Sparta. The Cushite youths in the ghettos begged him for Glocks with switches, spinning rims for their chariots, and beats with bars cuttin’ like a switchblade. Some days, for pure amusement, Socrates would stand on street corners to watch the young women of East Athens scuffle in the form of yanking each other’s wigs out, while yelling things like, “Tyrone be my man, you skanky ass ho!”

Oh, how times have changed.

With the help of parents, encouragement from the state, and its corporate masters, corrupting the youth has never been easier. The entire culture of certain Western nations (marked for deliberate extinction) elevates the institutionally funded physiological and psychological descent of children, whether through poisons posing as medicines, poison passed off as food and water, or the often overlooked pop culture poisons masquerading as harmless amusement and entertainment.

Cue millions of parents participating in their children’s demise: Relax, honey, it’s what the kids are into these days, and there’s nothing wrong with letting loose now and then. You remember when we were young, and besides, we turned out okay.

Pop Stars by decade. No, it’s not the same thing every generation. The demons have come home to roost.

The distance between those parental passive justifications and a trip to the abortion clinic is often a matter of getting into the wrong car, to impress the wrong boys after five hard ciders.

The parents may have escaped it all when they were young, by sheer luck, but it won’t be easy shielding their children from the same cycle because things are very different now.

It’s easier to normalize the abnormal, even if it’s destructive, when “everybody’s doing it.” The assimilation of their children into the permitted behaviors of their circle of friends is more important to parents, who would, these days, it appears, rather be liked by their offspring to avoid conflict than to exercise any caution or impose any limits on their social adventures.

And so the ~~Disney movies and pop stars and infloooencers and celebrity culture~~ groomer meat grinders await the children of the clueless, absent, or passive parents.

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The Power Behind the Curtain: How the Establishment Creates Popular Figures

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The entire process of endorsing mass-produced, highly curated debauched pop culture slop enriches corporations that produce marketable personalities with predictably corrupting arcs, crafted in advance and sold as entertainment.

Children study these figures with the goal of emulation to obtain social capital. Imitation is a substitute for actualization in the underdeveloped mind, though not all cultures of civilizations exalt the worst possible figures for imitation. The youth of Sparta reached toward Achilles for courage and strength, and it wasn’t more than three generations ago that the youth of Christendom (sans Schofield chicanery) reached toward Christ for sacrifice, discipline, humility, and virtues that lifted the spirit in service of others, not just self.

New York City, Easter, 1956

Postmodern youth of the collapsing West receive corporate Satanic idols (fallen angels) in place of heroes, and the difference shapes everything that follows.

The subversion of a society or state always comes from within. But it cannot arrive without the willingness of that society to first participate in its own moral decline, which must become generational. Subversion targets the easily malleable youth with the normalization of behaviors that were once considered shameful or debauched. The needle of subversion moves that society ever closer to collapse as they collectively formalize the freak shows with their endorsements that keep them flourishing—time (attention) and money.

Most parents remain unaware that when they invite a television, an internet connection, or digital devices into their child’s world without guidance and limitations, they usher agents of the Groomer Industrial Complex into the foundations of the child’s psychosocial formation. By the time that child reaches adulthood, they will either spend years repairing the damage carved into them, or they will move through life absorbing harsh lessons shaped by the wounds of their youth.

American parents have no idea how much of the national economy depends on shut-them-up parenting—the screens, the neon cereals with Yellow #2 dyes, the lab-made chicken nuggets, the fast food laced with industrial engine lubricants, the tablet-as-babysitter, the digital drip-feed that keeps little hands occupied while corporations hollow out their minds.

If the non-essential, purely pacifying, languid entertainment economy built to destroy children were shunned by parents, the United States would lose almost three percent of its GDP overnight, and be 100% better off for it. That collapse alone exceeds the entire economies of Portugal, Greece, New Zealand, Hungary, Finland, Croatia, and Lithuania combined.

The moment parents decide to stop financing the billion-dollar Disney-esque groomer circus designed to numb their kids and furnish them with warped aspirations will be the moment the future improves for the next generation. That a nation’s prosperity is tied to its children staying pacified, hypnotized, overstimulated, underdeveloped, and fostering habitual formations that seek to keep them from a higher spiritual purpose is a nation already lost to the forces of subversion.

The good news, which I’m often short on, is that this can all be reversed within one generation, if enough of the masses ever became aware and decided to rebel against the groomer industrial complex, which would begin with another expulsion of the…ahh damn it, I’m still short of good news. That’s never going to happen.

Most people just don’t have the stomach for real solutions, and so they aren’t going to make it.

But that’s not stopping me from making Good Citizens aware of available probiotics so they can protect their family from the Satanic dysentery.

If a sick society engages in the normalization of the abnormal and unnatural, then it stands to reason that the first cure is to escape and reject the popular conventions of that society.

Like Britney Spears undoing years of trauma, abuse, exploitation, neuro numbing medication, and becoming sane again, it’s all easier said than done.

Tony Basil (Mickey) | Taylor Swift (Shake It Off)

Recyclable Transformations

New heroes of the popular culture industrial waste sector are furnished for every generation, and each one is no different than previous generations.

It’s not out of the realm of possibility that there exists some factory where they A-B test future jailbait teeny-bopper pop stars and movie stars, perfectly groomed to provoke dirty thoughts in young boys, which young girls around them notice and try to emulate for the attention of said boys.

These pop stars aren’t just females, and they all start as wholesome and “cute”, with the past generations dubbing the males “heartthrobs” and the females “starlets.”

Before there was Justin Bieber, there was Andy Gibb and Leif Garret.

Most of them never lasted and were recycled out for a new “latest thing” heartthrob. A select few transformed from child star or teen dream to young adult sensation.

From the 1950s to the 1990s, the industrial cycle was mostly determined by the marketplace, with the tastes of the consumer frequenting Tower Records’ aisles having greater power over who stuck around and who crashed out.

Earlier this century, as the digital transformation of the music industry saw profits collapse, a shift toward touring, music videos, and cross-promotion opportunities through film and television gave rise to Disney-groomed hit makers like Justin Timberlake and the Jonas Brothers, with actors like Shia LaBeouf, Ryan Gosling, and Zac Efron groomed through the same factory.

With the disappearance of consumer power in the music marketplace, Disney and a few talent shows monopolized the mass-produced culture slop. Each of the chosen “stars” was either voted on by audiences at home and then groomed by the industry, or intentionally shoved through the Mickey Mouse groomer grinder from their pre-teen years. The youthful, innocent “fans” and clueless parents were made easy marks for their setup and grand transformation.

Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera, Miley Cyrus, Selena Gomez, Demi Lovato, Hilary Duff, Bella Thorne, Zendaya, Vanessa Hudgens, Ashley Tisdale, Bridgit Mendler, China Anne McClain, and Raven-Symoné, and most recently Sabrina Carpenter and Olivia Rodrigo—each shaped inside a corporate pipeline that manufactures innocence, scripts the pivot into young adulthood, and recycles the formula used on Spears and Aguilera nearly three decades years ago.

How long until Carpenter and Rodrigo realize they can make 100x more money on OnlyFans than as music industry puppets?

The music industry cabal is in bed with the porno smut industry, so they’d have no problem with it. Those starlets will just be replaced, and they’ll all celebrate the promotion of pornography to the youth.

It didn’t take long for Bella Thorne to do the math. As a tool of Disney, she was used and abused like all the rest, and all for a couple of million dollars, most of which was probably pilfered by parasitic agents and managers.

Her liberation came in the form of pornography, which shot her loaded fortune up to $15 million within a year, sending the message to all her young, adoring female fans that their bodies are their greatest source of independence and financial worth. A wholesome and inspiring message. Today, nearly 1.3 million women in the US get naked on OnlyFans (yes, the owner is, thanks for noticing), with 98% of them barely earning more than a Walmart greeter.

Getting molested from when you’re six to when you’re thirteen seems like way harder circumstances, or being physically abused all the time seems like a much more difficult situation…the type of mistreatment that I was dealing with at that time, that everyone around me saw and did nothing.

— Bella Thorne

None of this is new. It has simply become normalized and celebrated by the catatonic masses. The entire “entertainment” industry has always been run by sicko pervs and pedophiles who worship money at the altar of cultural subversion.

In the 1980s, MTV hit the cable television scene, and viewers could tune in and drop out by moving the plastic white switch on their little boxes all the way to the end—channel 36. The new visual medium was a goldmine for the music industry, but it elevated the industry’s youth grooming capabilities to a higher level.

One of my earliest childhood memories was packing onto the sofa of a neighbor with a bunch of kids from our middle-class enclave, watching Toni Basil sing her one-hit Mickey. A few songs later, Madonna was on the TV singing “Like a Virgin,” where Madonna sings that she is lost and incomplete until she finds a boy to fuck her good. From that family’s kitchen, the father came storming into the room: “Wendy! What in the hell is this garbage you’re watching!” His daughter protested as he smashed the power off button on their big square Hitachi programming box.

I made it through the wilderness
Somehow I made it through
Didn’t know how lost I was until I found you
I was beat, incomplete, I’d been had
I was sad and blue, but you made me feel
Yeah, you made me feel shiny and new

Like a virgin
Touched for the very first time
Like a virgin
When your heart beats next to mine

Kabbalah Madonna was groomed in New York City in the early 1980s, just like Lady Gaga would be twenty years later. Their career trajectories are almost a mirror of calculated chronological plot points, from transitioning to films to performing at Stupor Bowl halftime shows.

Somewhere along those paths, you have to wonder what other “sacrifices” Gaga and Madonna made for fame and fortune. It doesn’t take a wild imagination, given Bella Thorne’s confession.

Here’s one of Hollywood’s earliest starlets, Shirley Temple on meeting with a film producer, Arthur Freed, privately at the age of twelve. Freed stripped naked in front of the young girl, while her mother was being accosted by MGM honcho Louis B. Mayer in a nearby private room. Yes. Yes, they were, thanks for noticing.

Satan’s Little Helpers

To find fame and celebrity requires one to sell their soul to the Satanic forces that decide who will be welcome into the coven of fallen angels. The more they sell their souls, the greater their career trajectory and the more riches fall into their laps.

Billie Eilish selling her soul over the years for fame and riches—from normal innocent eyes to dead eyes, which don’t lie.

The one thing they all have in common?

Their eyes are dead.

They’ve sold their souls, and so they exhibit no sign of life behind their empty gaze, as if they’ve been put through a psychological ringer to remove any semblance of humanity or life that once existed within them. Pop stars shift from bubble-gum innocence to “fallen angel” imagery the moment their marketing teams push them into an adult rebrand.

Award shows frequently feature winged performers rising from smoke, descending through fire, or moving through choreography that resembles occult pageantry. Stupor Bowl halftime productions get the most viewership, so this is often ground zero with stages designed as temples, altars, gates, or infernal hellscapes. MTV’s annual Video Music Awards operate as a showcase for ritual costumes, horned silhouettes, masked cults, and symbolic rebirths executed in front of millions of children and teenagers.

(Note: each one of these performances has between 20 million and 120 million views on YouTube)

Madonna stepped onto the 2012 Super Bowl stage, carried like a Kabbalah-anointed high priestess on a golden throne, with a gold devil-horned crown, surrounded by visual motifs drawn straight from ancient Egypt, and of the ancient decadence of Babylon. It wouldn’t have been a half-time show without the masonic symbolism in the eye of providence, which also appears on masonic US currency.

Masonic imagery at Super Bowl halftime show 2012: Eye of Providence

Beyoncé’s 2016 Super Bowl performance delivered costumes inspired by Marxist Black Panther symbolism and formations interpreted by many viewers as militant, esoteric, or occult ritual gestures.

Lady Gaga began her 2017 Super Bowl set by singing patriotic lines from a stadium roof, with dark Paedo Industrial Complex (child rape) “Panda Eyes” before leaping downward in a staged “fall from the heavens” that echoed the visual theme of a ‘fallen angel.’

Lady Gaga with Paedo Panda Eyes (2017 Stupor Bowl)

Katy Perry’s “Dark Horse” performance at the 2014 Grammy Awards featured black-robed dancers, a witch’s cauldron, fire pillars, and a setting constructed as an infernal ritual chamber. A black or red cross rotated (often inverted), stylized, or placed within a “witches’ sabbath” environment signals transgression, ritual power, or magical identity as part of a sorceress persona, and obviously not Christian imagery.

Katy Perry, Grammys 2014

In a nod to the repetition of blasphemous content, Christianity is always the target of the pop culture slop, and never Judaism (shocking!) or Islam or any other religion. Sabrina Carpenter’s music video for “Feather” recycles the same old themes common in most of her videos, and also mocks Christianity.

She’s a slutty girl prancing around the city, and all the boys want to fuck her, but she isn’t having it. Her body is the temple, and all the worshippers will be sacrificed fighting each other over access to her. Her pussy is the power, and she weilds it over the idiot, perverted boys who will never get their dicks inside her. In every song of hers, the boys are clueless, reckless, and horny and offer nothing of value. A fine message to send young girls.

The ending features death inside a Catholic church, with her dressed in a slutty black lace dress. It’s all so obvious and tiresome, but the parents have no clue how their young girls are being groomed to see their bodies as tools for leverage, sex as empowerment, and young men as perverted predators to be toyed with.

The producer of this video and many other pop stars’ videos with similar Satanic and hypersexual themes was named music video producer of the year last year. Awards are only handed out to those who push the corrupting agenda.

Oy Vey, am I the winnah?

Nearly every popular event, music video, world tour, or performance from the past decade features the same recycled Satanic garbage.

Doja Cat’s 2023 VMA performance was in crimson demon-skin blood-soaked costumes, prosthetics, and staged tableaux that resembled more infernal cauldron imagery.

Blood-soaked demons.

Billie Eilish started sweet and innocent, as they all do, with her vocal talent out front, leading her rise to stardom, and then like black magic, right on schedule, as her fanbase reached puberty, and millions of young girls adored her, she released videos such as “Bury a Friend” that use needles, shadow figures, and dream-demon symbolism to convey a descent into anxiety and psychic torment that is more suicildal ideation and glorifcation than pop music.

How many tormented young girls has the character known as Billie Eilish created? How many has she sent to psychiatric hospitals or the morgue?

Am I satisfactory?
Today, I’m thinkin’ about
The things that are deadly
The way I’m drinkin’ you down
Like I wanna drown, like I wanna end me

Not to be outdone by Suicidal Billie Eilish, she followed that up with more of the same predictable slop with “All The Good Girls Go To Hell.”

Seriously.

They just don’t even try to hide anything anymore. It features the usual fallen dark angel imagery (demons) and sicko lyrics that may have even forewarned about the coming California fires that wiped out entire neighborhoods with thousands of homes. Revelation of the Method and all that.

Hills burn in California
My turn to ignore ya
Don’t say I didn’t warn ya

All the good girls go to hell
‘Cause even God herself has enemies
And once the water starts to rise
And heaven’s out of sight
She’ll want the devil on her team

My Lucifer is lonely

The demonic, death-cult, Church of Satan glorifying slop is not new— it’s just ubiquitous and more cloaked for pop culture consumption than it used to be.

Marilyn Manson filled Ozzfest stages with upside-down Bible readings, occult props, and theatrics drenched in LaVeyan shock tactics. Slipknot built its entire public persona around ritual masks, anonymous cult-member aesthetics, and stage performances that replicated the feeling of an underground initiation rite.

The examples are too numerous, but you get the point.

Nobody gets “famous” or “rich” without selling their souls.

That includes everybody with a large platform.

Joe Rogan with the 666 shirt, devil horns, posing with the Church of Satan founder’s grandson, Stanton LaVey

Academia’s Misdiagnosis

In the late 1990s, I met up with a friend on holiday break for pints and billiards. He told me about a women’s studies course he just finished where he was the only man in the room. His excuse was that he needed the credits and thought the women there would be “more liberated.” I accused him of white knighting for feminists who would never treat any relationship he had as anything more than a power struggle where they had to have the upper hand. When we moved on from his “getting laid” exploits, which unsurprisingly failed, we got to the syllabus.

They spent an entire week focused on old Disney movies that “perpetuated the Patriarchy” by pushing “traditional gender roles” on young, impressionable girls. The usual feminist garbage, “We don’t need a prince charming!”

Around this time, Britney Spears was just launched into the stratosphere with her song “Hit Me Baby One More Time,” where she dances around a school in a crop top and a short schoolgirl skirt (jailbait). We discussed her and Christina Aguilera’s rise to fame, noting they both came from Disney’s Mickey Mouse Club.

To the Women’s Studies Professor, this wasn’t a problem. It was far worse to push “traditional gender roles” on young girls than to push hypersexualized pop stars from the same corporation.

Promiscuity, youth sexualization, nihilistic empowerment, and the “liberation” that destroys self-worth through deliberately destructive behaviors are fine.

Wholesome Prince Charming in old Disney movies was the problem.

Multiply this times hundreds of Women’s Studies and Gender Studies departments across the country, churning out millions of brainwashed young low T men and “empowered” women, and it’s not difficult to see how the cultural subversion has rotted so deeply within society.

Whatever the qualities of the parents, their virtues and their vices, and whatever trace they leave everywhere, the child receives it, and we carry that imprint in our bones.

— Juvenal
Satires

Groomer Hemlock

The innocence-to-corruption cycle arrives in each generation with clockwork precision because it works. Corporations shape the grooming of young audiences via the transformation of their idols as a normal passage into adulthood. The public absorbs the debauched spectacle and mistakes it for a natural evolution of human desire.

As I wrote in a recent post on child trafficking, young minds hold the capacity for imagination, wonder, courage, discipline, and the formation of real character. They are the future of any society. Destroy them in the present, and any society’s future is doomed. Any culture that hands its children to this system forfeits its future to forces that want to devour as many young souls along the way.

The heroes we elevate shape the path of the youth. The stories we reward mold their expectations for life. If we feed them a Babylonian carnival, they will grow into adults who chase self-destruction. If we offer them genuine models of wisdom and maturity, they will grow into adults who understand how to build, how to love, and how to stand upright in a world designed to knock them down into patterns of destruction.

This entire cycle ends when we starve it.

And a new one begins when we give the young something better to rise toward.

The old machinery may be breaking down fast.

Something healthier and righteous can rise in the space it leaves behind.

I did say I’m often short on solutions, but the trends of recent years offer some hope.

Box-office failures are piling up like sudden coincidences in a blue city morgue. Studios can only shovel out remakes, sequels, reboots, and CGI slop. Humans have left the cineplexes, and that’s a good thing. They’re tired of watching propaganda and not art. They’re exhausted with actors delivering lines written by Marxist activists masquerading as screenwriters, and they’re tired of being lectured at, especially with diversity casting choices. Each flop shrinks the relevance of a rotten institution.

Celebrities are becoming irrelevant. Many actors and comedians are now prone to starting podcasts to supplement income, but nobody tunes in to hear what they have to say, because the people know they are controlled puppets, pushed into stardom by ritual and sacrifice, and they have nothing original or worthwhile to offer their audiences. Only the barely sentient normies are tuning in.

While a centralized culture machine has always curated content for consumption and selected which voices to elevate, to control the narratives for the masses, it’s become a lot easier to spot the setups and the pitfalls.

Neoliberal Feudalism’s recent post on the CIA controlling culture since the 1950s, and deciding which voices to promote and compensate, and which to ignore, is well worth the read:

The Neo-Feudal Review

This post explores the covert influence of the CIA through the Congress for Cultural Freedom during the Cold War, which secretly funded writers, philosophers, and artists to promote anti-communist but left-leaning egalitarian ideals while subtly manipulating cultural narratives. The discussion critiques the elite’s role in shaping global power structur…

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Still, Pop music often slips past inattentive parents and targets children with precision-engineered recycled “good-girl-to-bad-girl” arcs repeated for the fiftieth time.

Although each new starlet feels like a paler version of the one before her, with the fingerprints of her artificial creation easily identifiable. The machine keeps pushing out the same heartthrob templates, the same sexualized metamorphoses, the same Satanic-scripted rituals and symbolism, and the same ritual sacrifices (Prince?). But I do believe with each recycled storyline, the spell weakens, and parents begin to wake up.

Corrupting the youth doesn’t have to be an inbuilt mechanism of cross-promoted corporate cultural slop industry that targets their minds for degradation, debauchery, and decay.

If Athens executed Socrates for elevating youth, and teaching them through deductive reasoning the errors in the patterns of their thinking, and the rot of social conventions, what does it say about us that we celebrate those who degrade the minds of even younger children for profit in ways that would have made Socrates weep?

It’s time to give the hemlock to perveyors of cultural slop, the perpetrators of Satanic imagery who sexualize youth in the promotion of the pornographic and paedophilic, and the profiteers of curated subversion.

If we can’t do it on a societal level, it’s the duty of every parent to wield their only weapons by withholding their time (attention) and money.

As one of the original child-to-adult pop stars, Michael Jackson once sang, “They don’t really care about us.”

He began to notice patterns that weren’t permitted.

Within a year, he was accused of abusing young boys, and those headlines chased his reputation for a decade.

And after stealing his Beatles catalog when he buried himself in financial problems, they probably sacrificed him, too, for telling the truth about all this.

Rabbi Schmuly, who today sells kosher dildos with his daughter, was Michael Jackson’s handler.

They Don’t Really Care About Us

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The Tears of Kulkukan

𝙂𝙊𝙊𝘿 𝘾𝙄𝙏𝙄𝙕𝙀𝙉 — Sat, 22 Nov 2025 15:13:25 GMT

The tears of Kukulkan dripped from the heavens above the Yucatan peninsula onto the busy tribes below. Salty serpent tears fed the earth whenever the sky cracked open, a pattern associated with the aftermath of child-tossing competitions.

The storms were natural then, untainted by geoengineering operations. Real clouds floated across the horizon in dark, heavy sheets, spitting wind and liquid bluster that rattled palm fronds and drowned the torches beside the temple steps. The cenotes swelled with the sorrow of Gods compelled by sacrifice and satiated by the consumption of a mother’s offering.

Does the feathered serpent still haunt this region—the god of wind, rain, and storms, the symbol of chaos and creation?

Does the ghost of Itzamná still loiter near the pilates studios, tattoo parlors, taco stands, and nomad coworking spaces, laughing at the spiritless patrons worshipping Apple laptops with the latest M-chip, all making important Zoom calls?

Are the tears of the serpent Kulkukan still dripping onto the Lululemon threads of powerful girl bosses working remote email jobs on condo rooftops, signing off consequential internal corporate communiqués with names like Jasmine and Aurora and distinguished titles like Sr. Marketing Analyst or VP of Talent Management or Deputy Head of People Success?

People success.

Email jobs.

Remote delivery.

Sun salutations for strangers.

Illusory offerings with no heart or heartbeat.

Corporate keepsakes, like porcelain dolls resting atop a shelf in a locked cupboard only disturbed once each year to collect taxes.

Serpents spitting the seeds of chaos and creation, the consequences of coming quarterly P&L statements.

Did Kulkukan shed tears for the Mayan tribe’s last EBITDA figures?

The childless women now flock to the region with nothing at all for any Gods. The Mayan Gods can see that the women have been run through by Tinder totems, the hypergamous 10%, and their eggs are dormant. They still seek the “spiritual,” and so they look for it in latte art, meaningless self-defiling ink scars, in carved mahogany totems, at the bottom of shot glasses beside infinity pools next to DJ booths.

They nurture and raise content feeds.

They flock to the peninsula for the spectacle of performance and self-consumption. Their only concern is capturing the magic of themselves at an exotic place in pixelated glory using the latest iPhone version available on monthly installments of $49.99 for a three-year contract.

What would the first-century Mayan city-state Tikal founder Yax Ehb’ Xook think of his people paying two times the cost of a hut, just in interest, over the course of twice their life expectancy?

Would they build pyramids with monthly installments of 19% interest on a 500-year loan from the Phoenicians?

What would Kulkukan think of the the creation of digital poses, rehearsed rituals to be captured by the tri-camera module, then heavily filtered, recolored, resurfaced, and reconstituted into a distant representation of the reality of that moment to be later devoured by slobbering strangers a thousand temples away?

The network effect of digital temples.

One times three times nine times twenty-seven sobbing Gods awaiting any kind of digital offering.

The network effect of sobbing Gods.

One lightning bolt, times three monsoons, times nine naked yoginfluencers entangled with indigenous warriors in the Laguna Chunyaxché, too entralled by the naked yogis’ body glyphs and random patterns to remove their bikini parts.

Influencer tattoos, those odd symbols placed in indiscriminate places, seemingly chosen at random with no purpose or function, cannot be detached from the infinite universe’s great mysteries.

Old civilizations die. New ones trample atop their remnants, turning their crumbling ruins into sightseeing opportunities for curious tourists with point-and-shoot dreams, sporting tattooed hieroglyphic riddles.

Not all civilizations have a purpose or spiritual destiny, and if they ever planned for the future, the Gods would laugh at their arrogance and cry for their intellectually malnourished offspring, whom they know will soon decay into the obscurity of a rudderless existence.

Not all civilizations have offspring. Only those with a desire to last.

In recent years, Xibalba, the Mayan underworld, sprouted a few concrete runways and glass windows in the middle of the remote jungles of Chanchen and Colonia Yucatan. The Tulum International Airport provides fresh childless offerings to the Gods every day from Dallas, Chicago, Denver, Houston, Düsseldorf, and Manchester.

The Yoga and productivity influencers needed a new airport. They were tired of grabbing taxis from Cancun down a long stretch of what passes for a highway in Southern Mexico, often squashing the armies of sideways-running blue land crabs crossing the road. It wasn’t good for their aura or wellness to have to dirty themselves with such inconveniences.

They deeply desire to immerse themselves in the mythology of the local culture, where the backdrop provides a mahogany and taupe roman clay Mise-en-scène for staging themselves at the center of all their important content delivery operations.

Yucatan vibing is all about the full and unmitigated absorption of the tattoo’d self, against the majestic backdrop of Mayan ruins dotting an expanding condo-tel wasteland.

Nomads. Performers. Influencers.

Main hustle. Side hustle.

Everyone is for sale.

Nobody offers anything original or of much worth.

A whole new occupation invented out of stupidity and the threads of idiocy by which people hang themselves in frittering all their spare time at the temples of digital consumption.

The Great Scientists and Engineers of Europe

𝙂𝙊𝙊𝘿 𝘾𝙄𝙏𝙄𝙕𝙀𝙉 — Sun, 16 Nov 2025 21:59:18 GMT

Mannheim, Germany (May 2024): The Golden Age of Western Europe accelerated in 2015, thanks to former East German communist Mama Merkel’s “Open Borders for Scientists and Engineers” policy after wars in Afghanistan, Iraq, Libya, and Syria sent millions of Scientists and Engineers headed for the old continent. After engineering all the wars with their colony of West Israel, curiously, Israel didn’t want any of these coveted Scientists and Engineers to improve their country’s GDP.

Europe has not yet learned how to be multicultural. Europe is not going to be the monolithic societies they once were. Jews are going to be at the center of that. And Jews will be resented because of our leading role.

— Barbara Lerner Spectre
Director of DEI-Destroy Europe Institute in Stockholm, Sweden
(Worse than Spectre in the Bond movies)

Cloaking Democide

Democide is the murder of citizens or people under the control of the government, or rather, a government. It isn’t always facilitated with intent by elected traitors within the nation-state, though the most egregious historical examples appear to show their complicity.

It encompasses genocide, which specifically refers to the intentional destruction of a national, ethnic, racial, or religious group. It doesn’t have to result from direct slaying, but can also include the consequences of government policies. History is one long continuum of examples of the indirect method of democide.

The freshest example is from the iatrogenocide front of the silent war on humanity.

If you want to keep your job, attend school, or travel, you must be injected with this ‘vaccine’ by Friday. If you counterfeit the documentation proving you’ve been injected, you’ll go to prison for years.

Hundreds of Millions of homo-sapiens who share similar DNA to you and me are still not aware that governments incentivize hospitals, doctors, and nurses to execute institutional iatrogenocide, and that the entire “pandemic” was a scripted lock-step event forced on the population as government policy filed under “health care.” All for a virus that doesn’t exist. (Tip of the hat to Dr. Michael Yeadon for joining the no-virus ranks in a recent post this week.)

Every government policy that results directly or indirectly in democide is justified by cloaking its purpose in the guise of its antithesis. Policies are packaged and sold under hilarious advertising campaigns wrapped in euphemistic doublespeak as mantras to reinforce the antithesis.

Diversity is our strength.

Don't Cry For Me, Venezuela

𝙂𝙊𝙊𝘿 𝘾𝙄𝙏𝙄𝙕𝙀𝙉 — Sun, 02 Nov 2025 19:24:42 GMT

Lil’ Marco Rubio’s war for Orange Juice and his masters.

War pigs are playing the “War on Terror” slash “War on Drugs” slash “Moar Liberal Democracy” cards from the empire regime deck to establish the next boogie man for globohomo which is now slated to be…(checks “alternative media” sphere including Alejandro Yones and Nicholas Fuentes, plus politicians’ social feeds from all parties, plus corporate media who all align in perfect symmetry again, wowie, what a coincidence)…Venezuela!

Pronounced: Maria Corina Mach-a-do wants regime change in Venez-welllla!

Maria Corina Mach-a-do would like an en-chil-ada!

Who had that on their MAGA ‘peace President’ bingo cards during last year’s selection theater complete with assassination cosplay?

Hmmm, where have we heard all this WAR IS PEACE rhetoric before? Where have we seen people shut down their critical thinking processes and embrace a herd mentality, to repeat retarded mantras implanted in their brains from their programming black mirrors?

I can’t quite recall because my hippo-camp-usss and neo-cor-tex have been compromised by something in my environment, though which aspects of my environment I can’t quite recall. All I can remember is that I can’t quite remember much at all, and it prevents me from remembering important events thoroughout my life so that each new event appears as if it is something that has never occured before, though part of me wants to reject… ah hell, fuck it, let’s get em’ over there so we don’t have to fight em’ here!

Venezuela has long been a threat to West Israel, from their failed invasions of Texas and California in the late 1990s to their collusion with ~~the CIA~~ Mexican cartels to traffic humans, and drugs like cocaine, weed, methamphetamine, and now fentanyl across the border.

Cancel Venezuela everyone, it’s now Nigeria! Places everyone! Rolling cameras A and B! Places everyone! We’re going with Nigeria now! Hold places, and…

Troops, man your stations, Nigeria is killing Christians, and it’s common knowledge that the Viceroy of West Israel is concerned about the deaths of Christians everywhere!

Inner monologue: Russia establishes a military base in Nigeria, and trade agreements with Venezuela, and less than six months into the Viceroy of West Israel’s second term, and he’s starting proxy wars with Russia? Or is it a BRICS thing with both? Or maybe it’s oil…Venezuela has the most oil reserves in the world, and Nigeria the second most in Africa…hmmm. Nah, it’s Christians, and Democracy projects and bad drug lords for sure.

Whoa! Hold up now. One regime change proxy war at a time!

Cut!

And take five everyone, producer Goldberg wants to go with Venezuela first. One regime change film at a time.

There are already dozens of ongoing regime change operations, and adding two more to the docket so suddenly, well, I just don’t have the cerebral capacity to tackle them at once, since surely they’re completely unrelated to the operational management plans of the colonial empire of West Israel, so let’s stick to Boab Cos-tas wants regime change in Venez-wellla!

Everyone knows that Venez-wellla has been a grave threat to world peace and prosperity for three decades now. It’s high time some real leaders go and do something about it, so the world doesn’t have to live in fear of Venezuela’s constant saber-rattling. Terror attacks on the homelands, and drug boats killing good ‘mericans and terror ties to Hezbollah, and it would be good for the Venezuelan people if they just embraced Democracy like the United States and...

Ahh, hell, I don’t know if I can deadpan this one, Good Citizens, maybe there’s a Fox News Boomercon out there who can help me better understand all the madness behind the global regime change meddling for democracy and drug wars and terror, and making war to make peace methodology?

We gotta get them there drug boats, Good Citizen. Stop tryin’ this sarcastic black pillin’ crap when the military goes after them narcos. I’m all for them rainin’ down hellfire missiles on these terrorists who keep bringin’ in that deadly fentaneel stuff to kill our boys. This is what I voted for, damnit.

Okay then, it’s about the drugs. Got it.

Good, drugs!

What else we got?

Jeruzlum!

There’s no arguing with No Bell Peace winners, I suppose. The integrity of the madness behind the methodology for recipients of that award has never been in question, and we cannot start to doubt somehow they’d get it wrong this year with the Venezuelan patriot and the newly selected replacement for the tyrannical communist drug lord dictator Maduro.

Say her name! Maria Corina Machado. Mach-a-do!

I’m sorry, is it Mach-a-do? Or Macha-do?

Maybe her economics advisor is An-tonio Men-do-za!

Is it Mendo-tha? or Men-doza?

Would you like some Enchil-a-daaas or a Burrrrrito?

An-ton-io Men-do-za would like an enchiii-ladaa!

Whoa, wait a minute, what happened to Waaaann Gwhyyy-do!?

He was here just a minute ago when the UK ~~stole~~ lawfully kept $1.8 billion in Venezuela’s gold and decided Waaann Gwhyyy-do should have it instead.

Don’t question the narrative, Good Citizens, these things happen. The gold can just as easily be transferred to Maria Corina Mach-aaaa-do when she takes power for the liberal democratic order!

Venezuelans must have gay marriage!

The New York Times has her back, and when has the New York Times been wrong about anything?

Exactly!

Asked whether Viceroy Trump’s interest in Venezuela stems from his claims about Venezuelan meddling in the 2020 election, Maria Corina Maaa-cha-do claims: “I have no doubt Maduro’s network has rigged elections in many countries, including the U.S.”

Well, case closed then. Maduro’s tentacles spread everywhere.

Drugs. Embassies to Jeruzlum. No Bell prize winners. Election meddling.

From the mouth of the No Bell winner herself. Maduro was behind the Biden steal so Trump wouldn’t be elected for a second term and go after the madman communist druglord terrorist dictator who refuses the blessings of liberal democracy and enchiladas and whom Trump went after nonstop during his first term.

What other burrritos does No Bell winner Maria Corina Ma-cha-do have for us to consume?

Didn’t you hear her? She said DRUG CARTEL!

Venezuela is notorious for creating cartel kingpins like the Ochoa Brothers, Carlos Leider, and Pablo Escobar, whom we’ve all seen in famous films like Blow, Cocaine Cowboys, and the hit Netflix series Narcos: Venezuela, and its glorious sequel Narcos: Caracas Rising.

For decades, the Fox reality show Cops revealed the level of rot and infiltration these Venezuelan cartels have made within West Israeli borders, with the vast majority of gangsters, thugs, and Sicarios (assassins) being from Venezuela.

All the colloquial drug terms are rooted in this Narco nation, from Venezuelan Booger Sugar to Chavez Jumping Powder, to Maduranyl, we’ve all known that throughout our lives, everything Venezuela exports is meant to destroy the lives of West Israelis and hurt West Israeli corporate interests, which is why this nation needs a good dose of liberal Democracy!

It is about Democracy, isn’t it No Bell Peace prize winner Maria Corina Mach-ado, who cares deeply about the Venezuelan people from her Penthouse in Mee-am-ee where she eats ench-il-adas con carne!?

Well, so what? The world runs on oil. And what’s wrong with privatizing a nation’s resources that will help make companies in West Israel a lot of money?

Are you against making money you damn communist!?

Drugs. Embassies to Jeruzlum. No Bell prize winners. Election meddling. Oil privatization. Money for companies in West Israel that will “make a lot of good people very rich.”

What else we got?

Boom!

I knew it!

Islamic terror in Venez-wella! Checkmate, commie pacifists!

Islamists did 9/11 and are partners with Venez-wella!

Hez-bol-lah or Hez-boll-ah?

Did the Atlantic Council connect Hezbollah-Iran AND Maduro in 2020 when the world was locked down and sick from a virus that was spreading everywhere? Did they stream a conference on YouTube five years ago about this subject that fewer than two thousand people have viewed?

That means we have indisputable proof, along with Lindsay Graham’s claims, that the terrorist group in Lebanon that has been threatening our greatest ally for decades is aligning with…Venez-wellla!

This cannot stand. Regime change now!

Try and stomach the traitor Tucker Carlson mocking the Atlantic Council’s perfect intelligence experts on this subject and a sitting West Israeli Senator in regards to Venez-wella’s dangerous connections to Hez-Boll-ah who do not eat enchil-a-das!

If that’s not enough to convince you of regime change, then these antiseptic dog whistles from el dictator himself should be enough, assuming you’re a real patriot.

Whoa, hold fast, patriots, a fifty-first state?

Forget Greenland and Canada, we can worry about taking those after we take Venez-wella and celebrate by eating enchil-a-das!

Drugs. Embassies to Jeruzlum. No Bell prize winners. Election meddling. Oil privatization. Money for companies in West Israel that will “make a lot of good people very rich,” Hezz-boll-ah terrorist connections, Anti-Septic dog whistles from el dictator…what more evidence do you need that regime change in Venez-wella is necessary?

Do you need your favorite alternative media inflooooncer to tell you what’s right?

Boom!

No problemo.

Here’s Alejandro Yones, and Nicho-las Fuent-ez telling it like it is!

All the stars align.

The corporate media, the Atlantic Council, politicians, City of London courts, No Bell Prize winners, and alternative inflooooencers are all on the same page.

The evidence is overwhelming.

Get on board with 5D chess against communist, terrorist, oil-hoarding, drug cartel, anti-septic countries, or the get the hell out of the way!

We’re moving that Venezuelan embassy to Jeruzlum with, or without you pacifist communist drug cartel supporters!

Older people used to get something for their propaganda. That was the deal.

Younger people get nothing. ‘I can’t own a house. I can barely have a job. I have to go into the gig economy, I get to deliver burrrritos, and I have to listen to this bullshit and I have to pretend this is all real’?

Get out the way peaceniks!

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An Ignorant Sack of Shit

𝙂𝙊𝙊𝘿 𝘾𝙄𝙏𝙄𝙕𝙀𝙉 — Thu, 30 Oct 2025 19:50:05 GMT

I watched the Bill Maher segment this morning, and several times I just had to take a breath because he’s such an ignorant sack of shit.

— Norman Finklestein

Inversion of Truth

A pot-head atheist from the hollyweird bubble of idiocy, degeneracy, propaganda, and filth—whose career has been built on mocking religion as fairy tales for the dumb masses—recently decided to quote the Bible to defend the supposed “right of return” of Rothschild-State subjects (modern European jews) to the land of ~~Judah~~ the twelve tribes of Israel from around 1200 BC.

“Israel is the Jews’ homeland, and Jews have always lived there. It’s literally in the bible, you can look it up,” said Bill Maher in his ending monologue two Fridays ago. Suddenly, the bible is no longer farcical and fake when it suits Maher and the political Zionist movement of the Talmudic world order he has always worked for. There are many historical inaccuracies with this narrative, created by Talmudites, of which we only need a few to expose this rewritten religious history for the charade that it is.

First off, the word “Jew” is used interchangeably today with no historical grounding, all for emotional manipulation. It didn’t exist until about 1,500 years after Judah, as Judeans. Though in the English language, it didn’t appear until Wycliffe’s Bible (~1380 AD) as Iewes, which didn’t become Jews until the seventeenth century, and wasn’t even commonly used until the nineteenth century. Most biblical translations that refer to “Jews” name descendants of Judah in Roman-era Judea.

So, who were the biblical Jews? They certainly weren’t all Israelites, or even just a fraction. The tribes of Israel were a loose alliance of twelve clans (sons of Jacob), and only one of them—Judah, along with part of Benjamin’s clan—survived the Assyrian conquest of 722 BC and later the Babylonian exile of 586 BC.

In mathematical terms, only one-twelfth of the Israelites were of the Judah clan. The term Yehudi, meaning Judahite, referred only to people from the small southern Kingdom of Judah, which broke away from Israel in the 10th century BC—probably for no reason at all other than the grotesque levels of Anti-Semitism displayed by the ten lost tribes.

Just as the term Israel has nothing to do with Israelites, the term Jews today mostly refers to talmudic jews, who follow a set of “oral traditions” written two to five centuries AFTER Christ, and have little to do with Hebrews or Israelites or even most Semites today—descendants of Shem.

To put all this in an absurd framing of an LSAT or IQ logic question, it would look something like this:

If all Hebrews are descendants of Eber, and some Israelites are Hebrews, but not all Hebrews are Israelites, and only some Judahites are Israelites, but most Israelites are not Judahites, and the term “Jew” applies mainly to post-exilic 4th-century Judea rather than to Israelites or Hebrews in general, then which of the following statements must be true?

A. All Torah Jews are Israelites, but not all Israelites are Talmudic Jews.
B. Some Hebrews are Judahites, but most Talmudic Jews are neither Israelites nor Hebrews nor Semites.
C. All Israelites are Jews, because Israel is in the word “Israelite.”
D. The word “Jew” has the same relation to “Hebrew” that “Israel” has to “Israelite.”
E. Whatever Jacob Rothschild and Bill Maher say is historically true.

We Got The Bleat

𝙂𝙊𝙊𝘿 𝘾𝙄𝙏𝙄𝙕𝙀𝙉 — Tue, 14 Oct 2025 21:03:18 GMT

See the people walking down the street
Fall in line just watching all their feet
They don’t know where they wanna go
But they’re walking in time
They got the bleat, yeahhhh
They got the bleat!

The “Woke” Joke

Slinging the word ‘woke’ around these days has become as linguistically powerful as throwing the word ‘like’ into every sentence for millennials during the aughts. It will soon have as much meaning and mind control sway as trying to force-feed Western Gentiles the words ‘Anti-Semite’ and ‘Holocaust’, once all the Boomers and Gen Xers are gone.

As with most cultural ‘moments’, “woke” was a top-down engineered farce with about as much authenticity and originality as the blue-haired droids on the political left who fancied their tolerance and acceptance as more than self-aggrandizing performances for their equally braindead peers and their multicultural gods. The latter is an alter funded by Big Equity, and backstopped by traitorous governments regardless of which political puppets are installed to create mirages of ‘change.’

The precursors to ‘woke’ were rooted in the disastrous Civil Rights Act of 1965, which had a detrimental effect on those it was meant to help, while the affirmative action social engineering of the 1990s cemented the foundations of racial and tribal power struggles. Government compensatory actions of mandating ‘equality’ among the people only ensured the scales of discrimination were tilted in the direction of White Americans. Insert the British equivalent of all this multicultural slop and sprinkle it with ‘hate speech’ laws weaponized only against White Brits, and the outcomes are the same.

When these policies became ideologies to be taught and reinforced at centers of lower indoctrination (guaranteed with federal funding), that was the end of any dream of “equality.” The diversity and equity tumors began to grow and fester across the West and magically transformed into new religions for the Godless sodomites. Once hordes of corporate-state Marxist functionaries moved from classrooms to corporate cubicles, the anti-White social engineering practices blossomed from the HR departments to Netflix writers’ rooms with financial guarantees from Larry Fink’s BlackRock—yes he is, thanks for noticing, (and his brothers in crime at State Street and Vanguard) plus George Soros’ NGO industrial complex from the “left.” And yes, he is too, thanks for noticing.

By 2015, the seeds of a second civil war were already sprouting in the empire colony (or full-on race wars in Blighty and France), but nobody could see it coming because they were too busy fighting over prepared culture war slop like the ‘Proud Boys,’ the ‘alt-right,’ and the ‘regressive left.’ While the ‘alt-right’ was busy meeting beta Pantifa clowns in the streets, their Fortune 500 masters were busy importing millions of nepotistic Indians through H1b visa scams they purchased in the District of Chabad with lobbyists.

~~Bombay, India~~ Frisco, Texas Costco, where 80% of elementary school students are from India. Liberal globohomos love this, while the libertarian and civic nationalists don’t give a damn at all, as long as they “came legally.”

Mandating percentage targets for catastrophic DIE policies has ensured that the best and brightest (mostly East Asians and Whites) have been passed over in favor of latinos, blacks, indians, and women. The low “white” quotas are often filled by jews first, especially at top universities where nepotistic jews already occupy top roles. The average legacy American still has no earthly clue how discriminatory these policies have been toward Whites, especially.

Private sector racial hiring quotas (rampant discrimination) are only made possible with the promise of BlackRock, Vanguard, and State Street driving up the company stock price, thereby enriching the shares of the C-Suite clowns whose jobs require even less work than those working all the fake jobs who implement these quotas. Translation: Woke is a top-down, financially engineered Anti-White agenda that neither the political puppets on the “right” nor “left” have given a damn about and never will because it would require them using the word White, and that’s racist. Any other word to describe any other race is not racist. To even notice one race in particular is considered ‘woke’ and therein lies the biggest joke of all about those who pretend to be “anti-woke”.

Watch an American Express HR functionary speak openly about promoting and hiring people based on the color of their skin (non Whites), or their pee pee parts, rather than their ability to excel at their jobs, most of which are fake jobs meant for engineering these quotas.

The fact that millions of “jobs” like this HR girlboss even exist is a testament to how the corporate world is merely an extension of ‘Woke’ social engineering operations and a kind of Soviet employment ‘Gosplan’ aimed at filling seats with completely useless idiots that provide no real economic value and conversely destroy the lives of certain races.

When millions of fake jobs that have no recognizable monetary effect on the economy are created to keep Soviet-esque employment targets, then the Fortune 500 world is no different than a communist (racially) planned economy, designed in its most recent iteration to meet quotas for diversity and multicultural zealots who especially hate White Gentiles and men.

The goal of extracting a second taxpayer from each family (dual working parents) started in the middle of the last century. The financial plan was to enable continued deficit spending to explode national debts, and so the state (Rockefeller schools) and television programming (after school) could raise kids while both parents slaved away all day. This was also part of the jewish feminist psyop and “women’s liberation” movements to replace men with the government and corporations. This psyop that continues to brainwash women from a young age, pitting them against men and an invisible patriarchy.

When viewing ‘Woke’ as a racial continuation of the economic and social engineering agenda of disastrous family, sex, gender, and nation-destroying policies that began last century, everything makes a lot more sense. The foot soldiers who carry out workplace and University racial discrimination believe they are righting “historical injustices” and are happy to take ridiculous six-figure salaries to do jobs that some species of monkey would have no trouble with.

In West Israel, the anti-Woke agenda playing out with boycotts and a new trove of NGOs popping up from the political “right” is nothing more than more culture slop, a prepared reaction to top-down corporate-state policies endorsed by both parties. Nobody in the so-called dissident right will ever name the enemies behind the ‘woke’ agenda, nor will they ever defend their most valued targets—White ethnic Europeans. See half-wit clowns funded by the Kosher Con Inc. complex, like Chris Rufo, James Lindsay, Dave Rubin, Douglas Murray, and Konstantin Kisin, for just a few examples.

These controlled figures exist to keep the silly West Israel goyim rolling around in the culture war slop without ever affecting any change at all. Most goyim have apparently learned nothing from the Gillette “toxic masculinity” backlash of 2019, when Procter & Gamble wrote down $5 billion in quarterly losses. Millions of men switched from Gillette razors to the Daily Kosher Wire Founder’s Harry’s Razors brand that year. But the financial “boycott” of Gillette in West Israel only enriched another opportunistic jew, while BlackRock CEO Larry Fink made sure P&G’s stock price soared for their misandrist propaganda.

Procter & Gamble’s stock price went from $91 when its “toxic masculinity” commercial aired in January, ending that year up 38% at $126 a share. Billions in profit losses in their men’s grooming department meant absolutely nothing. Big Equity backstopped their social engineering experiments, and the “anti-woke” consumer was powerless to stop it.

And a recent “boycott” of Netflix is going about as well as you’d expect it if you truly understood how you cannot “boycott” your way out of top-down corporate woke social engineering. The only meaningful solutions require tens of millions of deportations, a new Alhambra decree, and a whole lot of people facing a wall, and nobody has the stomach for it.

The entire Cracker Barrel logo and interior redesign “controversy” was just more controlled opposition culture war slop dumped in the trough for the MIGA goyim to feed at with delusional celebrations. The Cracker Jewess girlboss CEO hasn’t gone anywhere, and nobody in their marketing department has been fired. And even if they didn’t reverse any despised decisions she made, the stock probably would have soared like Procter & Gamble after the goldfish stopped paying attention to the story a month later.

Anti-White policies will continue in West Israeli colonies, with federal funding for Universities to continue to train future DIE functionaries, with Big Equity backstopping “woke” corporate hiring quotas and decisions. Both political parties obey one master—the multicultural destroyers of White nations, and have no interest in abating the social engineering of a low-trust, deteriorating hellscape that began seventy years ago in both West Israel and Western Europe’s Israeli colonies.

Woke or Anti-Woke, it’s more of the same dialectic framing from those who seek to divert attention away from themselves as they play both sides of every “issue” (manufactured problems awaiting prepared solutions) for their divide-and-conquer benefit.

The demographic and socio-cultural destruction of White Western nations has been a plan centuries in the making. One of the grandfathers of the European Union (Paneuropa Union), and author of the ~~book~~ blueprint for the destruction of Europe—Praktischer Idealismus, foresaw a future Europe of a diluted “Eurasian-Negroid race” controlled by jews, a “most outstanding inbred specimen,” with a spirit that “predestines them to be a major factor in the future nobility.”

This is the Cudenhove-Kalergi “globalist” agenda, and once again, this train doesn’t leave the tracks without some serious authoritarian solutions that normies would never stomach. “Gesicht zur Wand!”

Stop it! Stop the noticing. It’s so gauche, and you don’t want to be called anti-septic by someone of upstanding repute like Ben Shapiro or Konstantin Kisin, so stop already, oy vey!

STOP IT ALREADY!

274 + 25 Hangings

The Federal Bureau of Incrimination recently confirmed that 274 agents were present for the January 6th, 2021, Fedsurrection on the Capitol building, after years of denying it. Masked agents bullied protestors and smashed windows, and were the first ones to enter the building, encouraging the masses to join them. The police stood down, and it was all a scripted event.

To anyone with an IQ above room temperature, inside an Igloo, in winter, finding out about all this was about as shocking as finding out that both parties knew it, including Orange Juice himself, and that the media did its job of covering it up.

The only thing shocking about all this is not that nobody has been arrested and nobody will ever be arrested for it, nor that all those agents and the 25 people up the chain of command above them haven’t been fired, let alone strung up to lamp posts with piano wire— it’s that tens of millions of MIGA red had cultists still support these institutions and believe it was a “Democrat Deep State conspiracy against Trump!”

These barely sentient West Israelis, whose sweat glands only secrete fluoride, aluminum, and high fructose corn syrup, actually think that the cross-eyed tuk-tuk driver in charge of the FBI is there to not cover all this up.

Here’s the “new Sheriff’s” photo from his IMDB page, where, like most of the current West Israeli administration, he is listed as an actor.

One of his acting credits was an Epoch Times documentary called “The Real Story of January 6th.” Seriously.

Despite hundreds of innocent protestors having their lives ruined for exercising their First Amendment right that day, some of them rotting in prison for years, nothing has been done to any of the FBI agents present that day, their bosses, or the judges who locked up people who never even went inside the Capitol building.

This administration and its lackeys care about these people about as much as their Democrat counterparts, all of the demons in the Knesset, or the staff at Mother Goose or Politico.

So Much Winning

District of Chabad Actress: “Would you consider a pardon for Ghillane Maxwell?”

Orange Juice: “Who are we talking about?”

DC Actress: “Ghillane Maxwell.”

Orange Juice: “I haven’t heard that name in a while. I can say this, I’d have to take a look at it.”

DC Actress: “But she’s convicted of child sex trafficking.”

Orange Juice: “Yeah, I mean, I’m gonna have to take a look at it, and I’d have to ask DOJ.”

The few thousand remaining sentient MIGAites: “Did this fucking guy just say what I think he said?”

Who is that pixie-haired child trafficking Mossad dame you speak of, dear reporter? I can’t recall the dozen years I spent as best pals with her teenage girl raping paramour, whose chosenite pals introduced me to my teenage model girlfriend when I was in my forties. I do have the power to pardon anyone, so maybe if Ms. Maxwell isn’t happy with the cushy club Fed camp I transferred her to in exchange for her silence two months ago, I might make her a free dame. If any of Epstein’s dozens of victims have a problem with that, we can “suicide” them just like we did Virginia Giuffre. Either way, my remaining supporters are too brain-dead to care. I could show them Epstein’s photos of me naked with teenage girls, getting hand jobs, and they’d still support me. Hell, I could kidnap their grannies, inject them with morphine, and put them on ventilators, all while saying it’s to protect them from a virus that doesn’t exist, sending them to the morgue, and they’d still support me.

RFK Jr., standing behind the Pfizer CEO, listening to this psycho lizard creature and Orange Juice rave about mRNA “vaccines” last week while Orange Juice pledged $70 Billion tax payer sheckels for mRNA ‘cancer cures’, after two decades of running Children’s Health Defense, well he sure ~~looked like a deer in headlights~~ looked like a man thinking about all the mistakes he’s made in life, some of them probably serious underage “mistakes.”

Forgetting to pay the electricity bill on time is a mistake. Fucking underage beauty paegant or Elite modeling contest girls, some as young as thirteen, at the Epstein townhouse on the Upper East Side of Manhattan is a teeny itsy bitsy more than a mistake. But not to worry, the cover-up artists are all in the proper positions of power to ensure nobody can confirm a thing.

Just like Clinton, Biden, and Gates, Trump and RFK Jr were not clients of Epstein’s Mossad honey pot because there is no client list!

Pam Bondinstein has confirmed that Epstein had no clients. He was allowed to escape prison while a body double served as his “suicided” corpse, and is somewhere still raping kids (probably in Israhell, where it’s encouraged), but he had no clients to speak of for thirty-five years. All those women are simply lying.

Who among my five remaining MIGAite readers is tired of all this winning?

It must be incredibly euphoric to experience so much winning.

The only hope is avoiding and evading the government within the government’s borders?…hmm…I dunno. Randy Weaver knew this, too, and how’d that work out for him and his family?

At least the slaves in Rome could work for their freedom, or win it in the Colosseum, and then escape to live a normal life somewhere. And their emperors weren’t afraid to utterly obliterate the psychopathic demons that challenged them from their chosen lands.

Most West Israelis don’t even know how or why they are slaves, or who their masters work for.

And you can never escape a plantation or remove shackles that you are incapable of seeing, placed there by those who wrote your school curriculum and erased your history.

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