Trump Says I Am Not One Of You

I commend Donald J. Trump for truthfully telling America’s self-proclaimed Christians that he is NOT a Christian.  

For over a decade America’s loathsome self-proclaimed Christians have sat Trump at the Right Hand of God, and proclaimed Trump to be the Lord Jesus Christ’s best friend and chosen leader of His sheep.  America’s loathsome self-proclaimed Christians have hid behind Trump, used him as the carrier for the dark, ugly, wicked virus of their hearts: the hatred of the other, the hatred of the poor, the love of Satanic violence.  

America’s loathsome self-proclaimed Christians tried to deceive others into believing the hatred in their hearts was sanctified by God through His Son’s supposed anointing of Trump.  They didn’t deceive anybody but themselves.  And now their savior Trump has left them without excuse before Almighty God. 

America’s loathsome self-proclaimed Christians actually thought they could turn their sin into righteousness through the filter of a rapist, a child abuser, a liar, a thief, a murderer, Donald J. Trump.

But now Trump has told them, plainly, he is not a Christian.  He does not follow Jesus.  He is, in fact, an anti-Christ.  And the hatred of the other, the hatred of the poor, the love of Satanic violence they have attributed to passing to Trump from the Throne of God, is not so.  Their shared hatred and their shared love of violence comes directly from their own hearts.

For out of the heart proceed evil thoughts, murders, adulteries, fornications, thefts, false witness, blasphemies.

Trump tells America’s loathsome self-proclaimed Christians do not use me to sanction the evil of your heart to your God, I am not one of you.

Trump tells America’s loathsome self-proclaimed Christians to have his courage, stand before God and tell Him you hate the other, you hate the poor, you love Satanic violence.  Do not stand before God and tell Him He delivered this gospel to you through Trump.  Tell Him you received it and loved it willingly from an open anti-Christ, a person who clearly stated he is not a Christian.

Trump played these self-proclaimed Christians beautifully!  He toyed with them for over a decade, took hundreds of millions of their dollars, waved a bible in their faces and implied, but never stated, they shared the same faith.  He knew they shared the same wicked heart, though, and he knew he how to exploit them to his own advantage.

Why does he tell them now, at the eleventh hour, I am not one of you?

He hates them for not fighting for him, for not over-turning the election, for not starting a civil war when he was convicted of 34 felonies.  He hates them for being useless to him when he was being humiliated.  He hates them because their God was useless to him.  

And he believes god (whatever god he believes in) saving him from the assassin's bullet is a sign He can now openly exalt himself above Jesus.

So he now says, if you want to come with me, let it be clear to the world, to the heavens, you follow me, not Christ.  I am not a Christian.  You decide who is your God.  

I have to laugh at these loathsome self-proclaimed Christians, for I know they will continue to follow Trump, and will continue to try to pass him off as Jesus’ buddy, their entire lives they have served two masters. But now they must do it in truth, for Trump has said I am not one of you.  If you follow Trump, Trump is your master.  

Anytime one of these pathetic, loathsome self-proclaimed Christians tries to pass off their hatred of the other, their hatred of the poor, their love of Satanic violence as Christian because God has sanctified it through Trump, Trump’s own words make them an even greater liar than he is!  Astounding!! 

Ye are of your father the devil, and the lusts of your father ye will do. He was a murderer from the beginning, and abode not in the truth, because there is no truth in him. When he speaketh a lie, he speaketh of his own: for he is a liar, and the father of it.

Biden, Trump, Longlegs: America Unhinged Summer 2024

Biden: The oligarchs (the ultra-rich Elite who pay for the propaganda [*campaign ads*] the sheeple are forced to watch and listen to on TV, YouTube, radio, social media, etc.) forced the President of the United States to end his re-electon bid.

Amazing.

The President of the United States.

The person Americans are told from birth is the *most powerful man on earth.*  He clearly did not want to withdraw.  But the Elite told him: 'you no longer serve our purposes.'

There can be no further evidence needed that the President is just a figurehead, a puppet with no real power to lead the country in a direction that does not benefit the Elite.  The sheeple are allowed the illusion of democracy, they are provided a choice of puppets to vote for.  It's amazing how stupid the sheeple are, how worked up they get for their favorite puppet.  Tell me there is a difference between a Trump puppet and a Biden puppet.  What was so different about the lives of the nameless, faceless sheeple when one puppet was President and not the other puppet?

What I wonder is what caused the Elite to throw Biden into the trash?  I do not believe it really matters to the Elite if Biden or Trump is their puppet, so why did they trash Biden and force the Kamala Harris puppet upon the sheeple?  Some would say: "well the Democrats think Harris will help bring in a larger female and minority vote, and that is their only chance to defeat Trump."  But I do not believe the Elite are either Democrat or Republican.  Their *party,* if you will, is *Them.*  Their concern is expanding their wealth at the expense of the sheeple.  In the past, candidates who would limit their wealth, such as Pat Buchanan or Ross Perot or Jesse Jackson or Bernie Sanders, were smeared as anti-semites and kOOks and effectively blacked-out by Media, or in the case of Sanders, outright vote fraud was committed.

What advantage is it to the Elite to have Harris as the puppet and not Biden?  It's clear from the lightning speed with which Harris was anointed and the tens of millions of dollars the Elite showered upon her that she was already the pick to be the new puppet.  The plan was not to replace Biden with Newsom, Whitmer, or somebody else, the plan was not to have some sort of open convention and have a new contest for the Democrat nomination, the plan was to replace Biden with Harris, and Harris only.  I don't know why.  My best guess is the Biden takedown was a firecracker, a big bang meant to startle, distract and mislead the sheeple into believing *change* was happening.  A younger mud person of a different gender meant to con the sheeple into believing the same tired Democrat agenda was somehow now *new and improved.*

Trump's Ear Ache: American incompetence was fully on display when a Pennsylvania incel, in clear view of many, was allowed to climb to a roof with a rifle and fire at Donald Trump.  This was no *inside job,* there is no story other than what the story appears: shockingly shoddy performance by local police, DHS and Secret Service.  Trump was the incel shooter's closest target for his rage.  He would have shot Biden or Taylor Swift or whatever famous person happened to be nearest to his hick town.  A high ranking representative of happy, successful and orgasmic America had to pay the price for the incel's impotent life.  Simple as that.

Democrats often wonder why Republicans lovingly, reverently embrace Trump and his stupidities.  The Republicans, perhaps as much as 40% of Americans, suffer from arrested development.  They are childish.  They never achieved an individual identity, or accepted responsibility for the circumstances of their own lives.  They remain juvenile, and thus highly susceptible to Trump's pandering to their psychological weakness.  "You are not to blame," Trump reassures them.  "You are wonderful people who live miserable lives because the Democrats allow colored people to abuse you and steal from you.  I will eliminate the colored vermin, and you will prosper, and your nation will prosper."  Trump's genius is that he knows at least 40% of America refuse to accept any personal or community responsibility, and instead, like children, shift blame and cry for a parent to fix everything.  And Trump knows he doesn't even have to fix anything.  He can loot these American adult babies and leave them in their soiled diapers so long as he coos lullabies into their ears.   

Longlegs: Not the most stomach-churning horror movie of All-Time, nor a serial killer movie in the class of Se7en, as it has been hyped.  It's an atmospheric Devil Worship flick that depicts the dread unseen forces of darkness smother us with.  The main character, a female FBI agent, is so suffocated in this dread she cannot connect in any meaningful way with the people she encounters.  Instead of living, she instinctively lurches toward an awful revelation that some force inside of her she can't quite identify, and that has been with her for a long, long time, is guiding her to.  It's definitely a film of style over substance, as the script is riddled with plot holes and illogic, but it's moodiness will resonate (and has resonated, given its box office success) with large numbers who sense a similar dread in the air around them, and which is particularly heightened in this election season when they are bombarded with dark prophecies from all political sides.  Nicholas Cage's gOOfy amorphous villain is the perfect confusing monster to creep the sheeple in this gOOfy uncertain time.

Combat Shock

Frankie is a traumatized Vietnam POW struggling to keep his sanity back home in bottom-of-the-barrel Staten Island.  He’s plagued by vivid war nightmares, and then wakes up to his equally-nightmarish daytime reality: poverty, an ugly, hectoring wife, an Agent Orange birth defected crying baby, a shabby, filthy apartment.

Two notes before we proceed further:

1). Whoever designed the vet’s hideous apartment should have been given an Academy Award for Best Production Design.  It’s the most depressing-looking urban living environment I’ve seen on film.

2). Filmmaker Buddy Giovinazzo cleverly ripped off David Lynch’s domestic arrangement from Eraserhead.  The ugly apartment, ugly wife, ugly crying baby (also needing a constantly running vaporizer) are essentially the same, just set in different nightmare worlds.

Released in 1986, the same year as Platoon, there can be no mistake as to which film is authentically anti-war.  Platoon is usually mislabeled as anti-war, but its poetic, romanticized view of combat neutralizes any anti-war sentiment, indeed, it probably inspired a lot of unemployed dopes to join the army.  I guarantee nobody who sees Combat Shock will be running off to enlist.

That’s not to say Combat Shock is a better movie.  I doubt many in our current age will have the patience to sit through this ultra low budget production with its amateurish acting and thin script.  Indeed, to call it a *script* might be overly generous, as that would imply it was written.  This thing was probably scrawled in red crayon by somebody on suicide watch in a psychiatric hospital.

Combat Shock might be the most depressing movie ever filmed.  Nightmares, poverty, illness, family dysfunction, government dysfunction, addiction, crime, violence, death, that’s the plot synopsis.  There are probably only three smiles in the entire movie, which occur during the film’s final third, when the filmmaker’s primary influence seems to switch from Eraserhead David Lynch to Paul Schrader/Martin Scorcese Taxi Driver, complete with a child prostitute that Frankie tries to help.  Other than that brief moment, the rest of Combat Shock is a bleak, hopeless death march to its grim conclusion. 

It’s an ugly-looking film with a thin, predictable plot that is as subtle as a sledgehammer.  But, if you appreciate Art Brut, outsider art presenting the raw, authentic, personal expression of a creator uninterested in following the artistic herd, you will admire Combat Shock, particularly if you have a pessimistic world view.

Consider this ten second clip:

I’ve never seen poverty so quickly, effectively and genuinely presented in film.  These type of small moments bubble up in the grotesque ragout that is Combat Shock and earn it a rank of Five Stars for its complete lack of pretense and its ardent nihilism.  It’s a brutal cinematic smelling salt in the somnolent celluloid Platoon/Saving Private Ryan war movie world.

The Sect (aka The Devil's Daughter)

Have you ever wanted to see a movie where a kindergarten teacher gets raped by a stork? Or a cocky subway pick-pocket artist gets knocked down a peg or two when he pulls a human heart out of his target's jacket pocket? If so, then The Sect (aka The Devil's Daughter) is the movie for you.

But. . .if you’re looking for a film with a coherent plot, logical characters speaking natural-sounding dialogue and competent acting, best pass this one up.

The Sect is a collaboration between greaseball horror/giallo legends Dario Argento and Michele (not the girl's name 'Michele' but the Italian boy's version of Michael) Soavi. Though the oddball film has the look and feel of 1970s Argento, it was filmed in 1991.

It might seem like I'm describing a terrible movie. It’s not. It’s not terrible. Of course, it’s not a movie, either. At least, not a conventional movie. Soavi and Argento are non-representational artists. Plot and character are like blotches of paint thrown on a canvas to provoke dread, fear, madness, etc. Instead of painting black and red squares or abstract patterns, Soavi and Argengto paint splotches of sex and violence. 

The plot, as near as I could untangle from one viewing on Shudder, is as follows:

In a 1970 California desert a happy, carefree hippie commune is ritualistically slaughtered by a Satanic cult. CUT. About 20 years later we are in Frankfurt, Germany watching a lonely kindergarten teacher go about her dreary life. Driving home one day she nearly runs over an old bum.  Feeling sorry for the shaken-up geezer, she invites him to rest up at her house (yes, of course, that is a stupid idea). The old bum speaks a lot of cryptic shit, then appears to fall asleep on her couch.  The kindergarten teachers goes upstairs to her bedroom, talks to her pet rabbit and plays with a snow globe before she, too, falls asleep.  But the old bum was just faking being asleep!  He creeps upstairs, goes into the kindergarten teacher's bedroom, lightly molests her and injects a beetle into her nose (of course, she never comes close to waking up).  While the newly beetle-infested teacher slumbers on, the old bum goes down to a barely-hidden basement temple which the kindergarten teacher has somehow never stumbled upon even though it's about the size of St. Peter's Basilica and contains a well(?!?!) which apparently goes all the way down to Hell and in which swims some sort of devilish creature that oozes some sort of sperm or something that will be used to impregnate the kindergarten teacher and birth the anti-Christ.  OK.  Meanwhile, one supposes because of the beetle in her nose, the kindergarten teacher has a horrible nightmare about the stork (the same stork which will eventually rape her).  This nightmare wakes her up, she hears some clattering from downstairs, whereupon she discovers the old bum, now back upstairs, has seemed to pass out or die on her living room floor.  She can't telephone for help because the old bum has does some stuff which renders her phone useless, so she drives over to a neighbor doctor's house and convinces the doctor to come back to her house and look at the bum. CUT. Sometime prior to the previous cut we've also had the scene where the pick-pocket gets the surprise of his life with the human heart.  He steals it from the pocket of a cult member who has just cut it out from some lady's chest.  This does nothing to advance the plot, and, in fact, hard as it is to believe, only muddles it, but it's too cool of a scene not to leave in. CUT. The kindergarten teacher and the doctor go back to the teacher's house, and, surprise, the old bum is nowhere to be seen.  We get the inevitable "but, I tell you, he was there!" scene.  CUT.  From here the plot starts to get weird.  Haha.  But no, at least from this point forward the viewer understands the old bum is part of the Satanic cult, and the cult believes the kindergarten teacher is the Chosen One to birth the anti-Christ, and so we have some sort of plot line to hang on to while weird stuff happens involving the kindergarten teacher's rabbit, Turin-like shrouds, the stork rape, random murders and even a suicidal zombie.  CUT TO SPOILER.  Eventually the cult succeeds in impregnating the kindergarten teacher and the anti-Christ is born. . .BUT. . .the teacher is supposed to die in child birth. . .BUT. . .the anti-Christ sacrifices itself for its mother??  Maybe?  I don't know.  You tell me.  Oh, is there a connection between the kindergarten teacher and that slaughter of the hippy commune in 1970 California?  Maybe?  Does it matter?  The End.

The acting is pretty bad.  Herbert Lom of the Pink Panther films plays the old cult bum, and, unfortunately, he doesn't ham it up, but actually tries to play it straight, and gets more laughs in this film than he does in a Pink Panther film.

The only other actor worth mentioning is the girl who plays the kindergarten teacher: Kelly Curtis.  Kelly *Jamie Lee's sister* Curtis.  She's pretty bad. She delivers her lines like she's learning how to read.  And she refused to do nude scenes, so. . .she's nowhere near the Scream Queen her sister is.

I know this sounds like a bad movie.  But like I said, if you want to see a kindergarten teacher get raped by a stork, and a whole bunch of other random nastiness, this is a pleasant amusement.  So what I am saying is, you know if this type of shit is for you, or not.