The Church-Goers

Gender-Fluid American Church-Goer

24 April 2017, Daily Mail: The wife of schoolgirl 'kidnapper' Tad Cummins put on a brave face as she was seen for the first time since the disgraced teacher was captured and slapped with a federal child trafficking charge.  Jill Cummins decided to stay home Sunday, walking her dog and visiting friends rather than joining worshippers at the Columbia, Tennessee church where she and her husband would attend weekly services, sometimes taking along 15-year-old Elizabeth Thomas, the student Cummins is now accused of grooming for sex and abducting.

'As far as Jill was concerned their 31 year marriage was rock solid,' a friend said. 'But there's no coming back from the hurt and humiliation he's put her through. It was the ultimate betrayal.' 

The Tennessee teacher in earlier years held a series of quick-turn jobs, most lasting about a year. He was a dialysis machine technician, an office manager at a gas service, a plant employee at a sponge factory, a car salesman and, finally, a parts manager at an automotive store, before embarking on the course which would lead him to a teaching job and Elizabeth Thomas.  Cummins and the 15-year-old student spent ten days hiding at a remote hippy commune in the California wilderness where they posed as a married couple, planned to stay 'forever' and were seen 'making out' like lovers by a camp fire. Tad Cummins, 50, and missing teen Elizabeth Thomas arrived at Black Bear Ranch near Cecilville, California, two weeks ago hoping to start a new life after almost six weeks on the run. The isolated 'clothing optional' mountain community, located in Siskiyou County, has no phone signal, no internet connection and can only be accessed via a treacherous dirt road 15 miles long.

The pair told unsuspecting commune members that they were called John and Joanne, aged 44 and 24, had been married a year and had left their home state of Colorado where John worked as an EMT [Emergency Medical Technician] and a kayak instructor. But Cummins' conservative Christian beliefs, lazy work ethic and powder-keg temper soon led to conflict with commune residents and the couple's life on the run began to fall apart. And after just ten days on the ranch the pair was kicked off the property and fled to a campsite in nearby Cecilville. Two days later - after a tip off from a campsite caretaker - Cummins was taken into custody by a SWAT team who found him and Thomas holed up in an unfinished cabin next to a creek. Cummins has since been charged with aggravated kidnapping and sexual contact with a minor in Lawrence County, Tennessee, and faces up to 12 years in jail.  He also faces a federal charge of transportation of a minor across state lines with intent of having criminal sexual intercourse, which carries a minimum ten-year sentence, and further state charges in California.

April Showers, a 24-year-old transwoman from Pennsylvania, gave the couple a tour of the property when they first arrived. 'When they showed up they seemed really scared and apprehensive, his [Cummins] hands were shaking,' she said. 'But they soon settled down and he said, "This looks like home forever." They were clearly hoping to stick around for a long while.' The picturesque 80-acre community, founded in 1968 with the slogan 'free land for free people', runs off the grid and boasts several buildings, workshops and cabins, a lake, a meadow and a rope bridge over a stream. 

'We knew they were definitely having sex because we could hear them, we kind of thought she was young, even though she said she was 24. It didn't seem right. A few people said, 'wow, she's really young.' He told us he was 44, which was still a lot older than her. We were getting really weird vibes from them, they weren't integrating with the group, they were going off by themselves, they were asking for their own cabin, but we were like, 'no it's too soon'.'

April added, though, that she thought the couple seemed 'in love' - an idea that will sicken Thomas' family. 'They were constantly making out, she sat on his lap a lot,' she said. 'They were always attached to each other, they seemed genuinely in love, like lovers. It was weird to watch because he's a lot older and she's younger. 'She didn't say much, but you got the impression he was more like a doting father, rather than a dominant force.

Cummins and Thomas would sometimes stay in their attic room all day, sleeping in and having sex, the residents claim. 'They were up there for long periods,' April said. The attic room has a filthy, old double-mattress on the floor, surrounded by book shelves filled with dusty books. Cummins and Thomas rarely ventured out during the day. Commune rules suggest residents carry out a minimum of four hours work per day in order to contribute. Duties include cooking, cleaning, tending to the animals or collecting vegetables from the greenhouse – chores often carried out naked depending on the weather. But another resident, Sophia, who has lived at the commune for four years, said the couple was 'lazy'. 'If people allow it, you can make it here easy by doing very little. But everyone has to pull their weight,' she said. 'John (Cummins) didn't offer to help out, they did help with the chickens one time and did the dishes a couple of times, but they seemed lazy, they didn't want to do anything.'

Sophia, said the former health science teacher seemed to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders – not surprising given the huge nationwide manhunt then underway to capture him and get his former student home safely. By contrast Thomas was 'having a blast' - a sign, perhaps, that Cummins had brainwashed her sufficiently to believe their trip was a long vacation. Little did she know that their journey would end with his sudden arrest and the prospect of 12 years behind bars for her kidnap. 'She was not scared at all, she seemed like she was having the time of her life, having a blast,' Sophia said.

But as the days went by the commune residents began to feel a 'negative vibe' around the couple. It was nearing their two-week check-in - a review all new arrivals go through - when all the other residents came to a consensus that they had to leave. 'John [Cummins] said they were Christians, but we made clear there is no religion at the commune, we're not about that,' said Sophia. 'They were really conservative in their views and prudish about any nudity, which is something we enjoy, and would even shower with their shorts on. 'And they were just not integrating or connecting with anyone, they had to go.'

'So I had a conversation with John [Cummins] and I told him they can't stay. He got really mad, he was growling and shouting, she said, "Calm down honey," she kept calling him honey. He was flipping out and I thought it was going to get crazy, we're out in the middle of nowhere here, anything could have happened. I managed to calm him down, but he was still angry. He said, 'You're prejudiced towards us because we're hetero [heterosexual], white Christians'. Then they left quick, they were gone.' Sophia added: 'We like to give people a shot, but if people don't fit I like to speed things up.'  Adding, in a plea to attract more suitable and interesting residents: 'We're looking for witches, queers, artists, writers, musicians, thinkers and revolutionaries, not fugitives and kidnappers.'

We are told in her time of need church-goer Jill Cummins, the betrayed wife who was kicked aside after what must have been a dreary, unsatisfying 31 years for her husband and jailbait addict Tad Cummins, stayed away from the Sunday service.

Isn't that interesting?

Hurt, abandoned, humiliated. . .Jill Cummins, in her darkest hours, stays away from church. 

Quite an advertisement for the faith. . .

One has to wonder: what was the point of Jill Cummins going to church all these years, if the church is of no value when she is suffering her greatest distress?

Why would a hurting church-goer hide from church?  Church, where the heavy laden are supposed to find rest.

Deep down, does she feel guilty?  Does she blame herself for her husband's pedophiliac outbreak?  

Does she look in the mirror at her glutton's body and see a gender-fluid nightmare?  A biological woman with a National Football League lineman's body? 

And did she nag Tad Cummins through his endless string of low-paying jobs, always hectoring him for more material gain?

Who knows?  All that is known for sure is Jill Cummins' husband ran away with a 15-year-old girl in an impossible sexual folly.  Even the most faultless wife would doubtless wonder over her share of the blame.  And so, perhaps, she didn't continue as a church-goer because of embarrassment and shame.  Didn't want to be seen by the other church-goers as the frumpy, dumpy wife whose 31 years of cohabitation produced a helter-skelter pedophile.  The larger point being:

The church-goer Jill Cummins didn't feel she would be comfortable in church.  So she stayed away.

American churches are notorious as the habitations of good people.  Church-goers who wear nice clothes and congratulate themselves on how much God loves them.  The truth being:

The Church today is the same as the House of Israel in Jesus' day: no place for sinners, misfits, the poor.

Stained by her husband's sin, Jill Cummins no longer qualified as a church-goer.  It may be the saving of her soul.  

Jesus wanted nothing to do with the House of Israel except to tear it down and rebuild it with Israel's lost sheep.  And Jesus wants nothing to do with today's Church of church-goers.  His mission remains ever the same:

They that are whole have no need of the physician, but they that are sick: I came not to call the righteous, but sinners to repentance. . .

The tree is judged by its fruit.  That the bruised Jill Cummins felt disqualified from the Church testifies to its rot.  May she now be blessed to hear the Call of the True Gospel of the Kingdom of God.

Tad Cummins was a church-goer, also. . until he became a jailbait-goer.  And yet he insisted, as he was being kicked out of his and his 15-year-old lover's Eden, that he was a member of the Church.

You're prejudiced towards us because we're hetero white Christians, he accused those who gave him and his 15-year-old lover sanctuary.

Spoken like a true American church-goer! 

Only the Lord Jesus Christ knows the true members of His Church. . .and yet had Tad Cummins behaved as if he were a true member, he'd probably still be on that filthy double mattress in the attic room at the Black Bear Ranch frolicking with his teenage lover.

Tad and Elizabeth spent many hours fucking on this mattress

But he was lazy, refusing to get off that filthy double mattress and do his chores.

He was judgmental, scandalized by his nudist hosts.

He was contrary, refusing to mix with the eccentric pagans who fed and housed him and his child pseudo-bride.

And when he wore out his welcome and was asked to leave, he became angry and cast himself and his Walmart Lolita as victims of the Faith.

Elizabeth wears her lover's shirt at a Walmart

While his hosts acted as Good Samaritans, Cummins acted like an entitled boor, exalting himself above the pagan customs of Black Bear Ranch. He alienated those who would have accepted him into their community, and gave them no choice but to ask him to depart. Had he behaved as Paul did amongst the barbarians at Melita, he and his girl-wife could have screwed every night till the cock crowed thrice.

The plain truth:

Tad Cummins' greater sin was not the leaving of cum stains on that filthy old double mattress in the attic room of Black Bear Ranch, but the filthy staining of the Faith of Christ he left with the pagan ranchers. And in the here-and-now, it cost him his freedom. . .

Yet I am sure he would run away with his underage lover all over again. All his adult life had been spent as a goer, going here, there and everywhere, going through the motions of the dead *American Way of Life,* most of it with a dumpy wife/ball and chain around his ankle, weighing down his every half-hearted step. . but when he got his one chance, he seized it.

Hope deferred maketh the heart sick: but when the desire cometh, it is a tree of life.

What else was he going to do?  Keep going to church?  Fake smiling and pretending he had found Life, when it was really just a circle of soul-jerkers?

I'm sure Tad Cummins will cherish the memory of his life on the run with his girl bed mate. . .it will sustain him through the years of incarceration, which, after all, will hardly be more dismal than what he had with his church-goer wife.  But will those memories sustain him in the here-after?  Through the unending weeping and gnashing of teeth?   

The Sickness Within

17 April 2017, New York Post: A behavioral health worker randomly killed a Cleveland grandfather and posted video of the execution on Facebook. Police in Ohio urged residents in Pennsylvania, New York, Indiana and Michigan to be on the lookout for Steve Stephens, 37, who may have fled Cleveland after allegedly gunning down Robert Godwin Sr., 74.

Stephens worked for Beech Brook, a behavioral health agency headquartered in Pepper Pike serving children through mental health services, foster care and adoption, at-risk youth programs and other services. An arrest warrant was issued for the suspect, who is wanted on a charge of aggravated murder after posting the shaky video of himself confronting the elderly man — a father of nine and grandfather of 14 — holding a plastic bag.

“Found me somebody I’m going to kill,” he says, chillingly, on Easter Sunday. “I’m going to kill this guy right here. He’s an old old dude, too.” [these are dangerous times for old negro dudes!] He then asks his victim a “favor” by saying his girlfriend’s name, Joy Lane, whom Godwin said he didn’t know. “She’s the reason that this is about to happen to you,” Stephens tells Godwin, who then shields his face with the bag before being shot in the head.

Another Easter Sunday passed over, Americans living their Dream in the midst of the latest Military Media Complex barrage of fear:

Russia

North Korea

Syria, ISIS, Al Qaeda, the general Sand Nigger menace

All the noise these last weeks about the *threats* over there. . .

The Mother of All Bombs dropped. . .

Cruise missiles launched. . .

The ongoing and instigated colored people Battle Royale. . .

Ceaseless pointless war and rumors of war. . .here, there, everywhere. . .the reason for which changes so often and so frequently, the real reason is hidden and therefore must be more sinister than mere (ugly) corporatism.

Covered by this fog of fear (which generates near-unanimous consent to kill overseas), however, is the true threat to the nation:

The sickness within, as exampled by the psychotic action of the obese negro Steve Stephens.

With social media live-streaming, who can continue to pretend to see no evil or hear no evil?  Everyday the internets are filled with videos of rapes, assaults and murders.  Who can wade through the live stream of filth and not take notice of the obvious:

America is in a state of derangement.

The degree of violence should appall.  A reasonable people would take action, yet conditioned by the Military Media Complex to only recognize external threats, Americans accept with irrational indifference the threat within.

But it is not merely the number of assaults, rapes and murders in the United States that indicates American derangement (there have been more statistically violent eras in the past).  It is the collective sociopathic belief that violence is the solution to conflict, whether the conflict is internal or external, individual or national.

On the individual level, we observe the obese negro Steve Stephens, apparently internally conflicted by rejection from an obese negress (ironically) named Joy Lane.  Feeling *hurt* by Joy Lane, Steve Stephens self-medicates through violence.  With Joy Lane in his ears and in his eyes, Stephens believes he can repay her by murdering a random old negro, and blaming the murder on Lane's rejection.  There beneath the blue urban skies, Steve Stephens records the murder and broadcasts it on social media, hoping to smother Joy Lane with guilt.  He further alleviates his own pain with his newfound notoriety, and heightens the euphoria by threatening to repeat the action.

Is this learned behavior?  Or the result of his own organic defect?  Who knows?  But Steve Stephens action certainly emulates state action.  The United States feels rejected by Afghanistan, self-medicates by dropping a massive bomb to kill random coloreds, records the murders and displays them through Media, with the President reveling in the notoriety and threatening to repeat the action against other colored states.

In the ever-violent American past, there remained a healthy *peace* remnant who leavened American sociopathy. Peaceful solutions were sought.  There is no *peace movement* in present-day America.  Even in the churches, led by so-called *followers of Christ,* there are only prayers for the military.  

It is true the vast majority of Americans would condemn Steve Stephens. . .and of that vast majority, I would wager a vast majority would devil grin through a video of him being riddled with bullets in a po-lice shoot-out, or stand cheering outside prison walls as the state serves him a lethal injection.

Even though the Lord of Creation disavows the violent tactics of the Kingdom of America, Americans now accept as gospel the Satanic doctrine of violence, believing that violence is the solution to every problem, including violence.  

Jesus, the perfect reasoned intelligence, reveals the insanity of such thinking when He asks how can Satan cast out Satan?

Only a deranged people would believe it. . .

Hero of the War on Terror

New York Daily News, 23 March 17: He was a white Army vet on a sick mission to kill black men. James Jackson, 28, rode a bus from Baltimore to New York Friday with the sole purpose of stalking and killing black men for a statement-making media spectacle, police said. He’s accused of fatally stabbing Timothy Caughman, 66, in Midtown on Monday night. Cops said Jackson’s deep-seated racism stretched back more than a decade — to a time before he entered the military in March 2009. Jackson ended up serving a little more than three years with the Army, bouncing from Fort Leonard Wood in Missouri to Fort Huachuca in Arizona before a tour in Afghanistan from December 2010 to November 2011, Army officials said. Records show Jackson received several awards for his service including an Army Good Conduct Medal, a Global War on Terrorism Service Medal and an Afghanistan Campaign Medal with two campaign stars. Police said Jackson is a member of a known hate group in Maryland but did not identify the group. Attempts to reach Jackson's relatives were not successful. . .

While most of the Western world once again kneels at the altar of terror (pray for London! but who do they pray to?  the unknown god of Social Media, one must suppose, for their prayers seem to go no further than Facebook or Twitter), one Hero of the war on terror has turned himself in, and proudly, for the act of killing a random negro. . .

Well, can we admit, in AmerICKa, at least, we are more likely to be killed by a military veteran, one of those troops we are told we must unconditionally support, than by a jihadi?  

And if we are being honest, aren't even the deaths-by-jihadi born in AmerICKan military mischief (read here if you've forgotten the history)?

Pity the poor negro## who had to learn the hard way:

For all they that take the sword shall perish with the sword. . .

##The military is your sword, AmerICKa, they swing it for you, so don't be surprised when it falls on your neck, due to the derangement of the troops you support, or the enemies they make.

Feast of the Super Bowl

The angel poured his super bowl over the beast's throne, and darkness covered its kingdom. . .

America's most sacred feast day is upon us:

Super Bowl

When the whole country joins together in front of the television altar and partakes in the nationwide communion of the fanatics, eating the pizza, wing and nacho hosts, while drinking the lite beer, tequila and soda sacramental blood of its gods of pleasure, Sport and Entertainment. 

This year's High Priestess will be the American greaseball Stefani Joanne Angelina Germanotta, who practices her stagecraft under the name *Lady Gaga.*

Lady Gaga will perform the halftime mass, in which she will call the intoxicated congregation of couch potatoes to give their hearts to her, Vicarius Corruptionem.

We cannot doubt the illuminized ritual will be anything but an orgy of unhinged sexuality, invoking the unnatural spirits to seduce the drunken flock into leaving the natural use of their bodies for that which is unseemly.  An Open-to-Close Ass-to-Mouth LBGQT revel. . .

The football match itself, this time pitting the Atlanta Falcons against the New England Patriots, is usually a mere afterthought to the All Day celebration of the decadent culture, which manifests in a stupefying, ugly marathon of commercials, a helter-skelter of advertisements for the worst of the material world.  These 30 to 60 second spells are crude mish-mashes of the basest lusts attached to the garbage products and services of the age. . .crass CGI voodoo: automobiles, candy bars, US armed forces, electronica, the junk of our conspicuous consumption stuffed with locks of pubic hair and coated with a thin layer of pixelated endorphins.

Beside the gluttony, intoxication, carnal knowledge and circus game, the Feast of the Super Bowl also invites the ancient art of cleromancy, the casting of lots, remade under its modern embodiment: gambling.  Vast sums are wagered by the communicants, confident in their divining of the will of their gods.  Following is a list of the more popular divinations, along with my own humble forecasts:

Will Lady Gaga exalt herself above the throne of the President, and curse the name of Trump? Yes. 

Will Lady Gaga prove her exaltation with a sign of the miraculous, by vomiting or urinating rose petals? No.

Will Lady Gaga mark her exaltation with the sign of a *wardrobe failure,* by baring her breasts or cunt? Yes. 

Will any flying object strike country crooner Luke Bryan while he sings the National Anthem? No.

Will any players refuse to stand for the National Anthem? No.

Will the first points in the game be scored by a white player or a black player?  White.

Over/under 2.5 times faggot game commentator Troy Aikman coos about Tom Brady *sticking it in a tight hole*: Over.


The Game:

Atlanta +3 vs New England: Beside the obvious reason for picking the Patriots (Brady proven SB hero, Ryan still doubtful hero), I find one distinct advantage for NE: their defense improved significantly in the second half of the season, yards per game went down from 354 (252 pass, 102 rush) to 299 (223 pass, 76 rush), while Atlanta's defense remained below average, allowing 363 yards (248 pass, 115 rush) per game in second half of the season.  The Patriots will be able to slow down Atlanta's offense, and probably frustrate Matt Ryan into a couple turnovers, particularly in the red zone, where he still has a tendency to panic (displayed even in the rout over Green Bay, where he threw at least one DUMB red zone ball that should have been intercepted).  Because of the clear advantage at QB and on defense, we must pick the Patriots, even though the Falcons probably have an over-all talent edge (the Patriots have nobody the equal of Julio Jones or #44).  Should be a fairly entertaining game, Atlanta should hang in all the way, as New England's white boy offense lacks the explosiveness to blow away the Falcons.  New England wins, and covers, barely.  New England 27, Atlanta 23.

The Smallest Star

I was pumping gas earlier today at Exxon when all of a sudden I hear some negress jabbering gibberish.  I look around.  Where's the negress??  There's no negress.  But I hear a negress.  And then I see.  What the Hell??  The negress is on the fucking gas pump!  The fucking gas pump has a television, and the gas pump television is broadcasting some fucking gasoline show *starring* a high yellow negress.

C'mon. . .are people that addicted to electronica, to their screens, to their 24/7 media, they can't even be loose of it for the couple minutes it takes to fill their gas tank?  

Ha ha ha ha!

There's probably sheeple that watch Exxon TV!  They pump their gas and keep watching, transfixed, long after the tank is filled!  What's on next, they wonder? Perhaps that hot new Exxon Original, *Oil's Well That Ends Well,* a riveting drama about an Exxon mini-mart clerk who helps customers with timely advice on foot-long hot dogs and 5-Hour Energy drinks.

Binge watching at the gas pump. . .

But anyway, can you imagine the high yellow negress on Exxon TV?  She probably tells her peoples she got her own TV show, dat she a *star!*  Dey ax her what network she on: 

'Exxon!'  

'Huh?'  

'Exxon, nigger!'  

'Exxon, what dat?'  

'Nigger, please, dat de channel on de gas pump!'  

'Huh?  You on TV at de gas station?'

'Hell, yeah, nigger! I'm bigger dan Wendy Williams!'

I just googled this shit, and it looks like Gas Station TV has been around for at least 5 years, but today was the first time I've come across it. . .I must live in a real hick town.  But anyway, one more sign the Media Dictatorship demands your brain waves every waking moment. . .

Just watch. . .do not think. . .the screen knows what you want.## 


##That you just want to consume, and be free of all other responsibility in life. . .

Children of Satan

These American *lawmakers* who are upset with Tulsi Gabbard are the children of Satan:

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.

There is no truth in these *lawmakers,* who deny American responsibility for the deaths in Syria.  These *lawmakers* lie America into war after war, untroubled by the tens of thousands of deaths. . .and these deaths are a genuinely pointless slaughter, as they gain nothing in American National Interest, unless American National Interest is now reduced only to war profiteering.

Gabbard visited Syria and then spoke the obvious truth which so provoked the children of Satan:

As much of Washington prepared for the inauguration of President Donald Trump, I spent last week on a fact-finding mission in Syria and Lebanon to see and hear directly from the Syrian people. Their lives have been consumed by a horrific war that has killed hundreds of thousands of Syrians and forced millions to flee their homeland in search of peace. It is clear now more than ever: this regime change war does not serve America’s interest, and it certainly isn’t in the interest of the Syrian people. Their message to the American people was powerful and consistent: There is no difference between "moderate" rebels and al-Qaeda (al-Nusra) or ISIS — they are all the same. This is a war between terrorists under the command of groups like ISIS and al-Qaeda and the Syrian government. They cry out for the U.S. and other countries to stop supporting those who are destroying Syria and her people.

With the light of truth shone on their dark policies, these American *lawmakers,* the children of Satan, responded in fury:

"An elected official, a representative of the United States, went on a secret trip to meet with the brutal dictator who had murdered nearly half a million of his own people — it's reprehensible and cannot be justified,” Rep. Adam Kinzinger (R-Ill.), another Iraq War veteran, said Thursday in an email. “The actions of Congresswoman Gabbard have put our nation's reputation and foreign policy concerns at high risk and I couldn't be more disgusted.”

While the Hindu Gabbard is certainly no Christian dove, she served with the demoniac US Army in the Iraq War, it is astonishing that she is on the right and true side of the Syrian conflict, while the self-proclaimed *Protestant Christian* Kinzinger (like large numbers of American *Christians*) is on the side of Satanic violence.

Woe unto Kinzinger and the other children of Satan who abide not in truth, they shall die in their sins.

Two Days, One Night

Well, this movie certainly couldn't be made in America.  Can you imagine the typical American movie-goer staring at this thing?  Where's the Super Hero?  Where's the gun?  Where's the nude scene?  They'd be fidgeting in their seats after five minutes.  Angry after ten.  

So. . .the movie. . .it's about Sandra who along with her husband and two kids live scraping by, paychecks-to-paychecks.  It's the typical dismal Western existence, and it leaves Sandra so anxious and depressed, she's had to take a sick leave from her solar panel factory job.  While she's been out, the boss sees he can get by without her, if everyone else picks up an overtime shift here or there. . .so. . .the boss decides to ask Sandra's co-workers if they are OK with him shit-canning her as long as they get a thousand euro bonus for their extra work.  Hellz yeah!  they say, without Sandra around.  But a co-worker tells Sandra, and then they ask the boss if they can hold one more employee vote on the following Monday, the day Sandra was due to return to work. . .and that's the movie. . .Sandra has the weekend, two days, one night, to visit her co-workers at their homes and beg for her job. 

As I said, this thing could never be made in America, even though Sandra is as American as apple pie and Xanax. . .yup, Belgian Sandra could easily pass as a regular American woman: poor, shitty low-paying job, too depressed to fuck (hasn't screwed her husband in months), addicted to pills and so overwhelmed by her tenuous hold on (western) life (which is almost completely ordered by money) she can barely get out of bed, let alone muster the will to beg for her job.  Yet she does. . .though it often requires the nagging of her chain restaurant cook husband.

And so that's the movie. . .scene after scene of Sandra interrupting her co-workers on their precious weekends. . .Sandra's half-hearted begging ruining the two days and one night when they try to forget how miserable their own Western material existences are:

Sandra: I'm here because Juliette and I saw Dumont.  He agreed to a new vote on Monday.  I wanted to ask if you'd agree to vote for me to keep my job. 

Hand-wringing co-worker: I didn't vote against you.  I voted for the bonus.  Dumont put one against the other, not me.

Sandra: I know.  It's sick forcing you to choose. But I don't want to lose my job.  Without my salary, we can't get by.  

Hand-wringing co-worker: I can't.  I need the bonus.  We need 500 a month for our oldest girl's studies.  How about the others?  What do they say?

Sandra: Robert, Juliette and Kader will vote for me to stay.  The others, I don't know.  You're the first I've seen.

Hand-wringing co-worker:  I can't.

Sandra: I understand.  I'm sorry.

Hand-wringing co-worker: You don't need to apologize.  I just can't, that's all.

Sandra: Good bye.

There's 8 or 10 or a 100 (seeming) more scenes almost exactly the same, with only minor variations, some for and some against Sandra.  All the co-workers, except one young prick, seem sympathetic, but that thousand euros sure is tempting! 

The only *action* consists of a frazzled Sandra popping Xanax, pulling the shades and crawling into bed:

[Actually, this would be a very soothing movie for the chronically depressed, it's best viewed in a dark bedroom, with the only other noise being a ticking clock.]

Well, this is the kind of socially conscious drama that used to get made in Depression-era America, and which the Coen brothers mercilessly mocked in Barton Fink. . .so you couldn't make this movie now in America, in today's America, where social consciousness is seen as perverse:

health care for everyone?  are you crazy?

those darkies are out of their minds, protesting the police!

just eat your gmo food and vaccinate your kids and be happy like everybody else!

$15-an-hour for the retard at McDonalds?  my Big Mac will cost 25¢ more!

On the other hand, I don't want to give the impression Two Days, One Night is revolutionary cinema, either. This ain't Bicycle Thieves. The plot (those 8 or 10 or 100 scenes of Sandra pleading for her job) is rather thin, and one must not wonder too long how a person like Sandra would ever summon the desire and energy to endure her grueling weekend of dignity-crushing begging. That the film works to the surprisingly high degree it does is due chiefly to the stellar acting of Marion Cotillard. It's a mostly physical performance. . .the subtle body language, facial expressions and near-flat affect of an ordinary woman nearly ground to nothing by the millstone of *everyday life.* Cotillard makes Sandra a convincing modern secular saint, one who carries her burdens from doorstep-to-doorstep with a mustard seed of faith in her fellow man, and who thus manages to endure until the end [without *going postal,* which is how an American remake would end.]