Red Rooms

What is Red Rooms?  It’s certainly not a horror movie.  It’s not a thriller, as it is numbingly boring.  Is it a character study?  If so, it’s a study of an implausible character: a fashion model/genius poker player/AI developer/hacker.  Can you imagine Gigi Hadid as a real life Girl With A Dragon Tatoo?  Neither can I.  So that eliminates Red Rooms as a character study.  What are we left with? A tediously paced, incomprehensible plot hole that seems as if it were made-up scene-by-scene on the fly by a *filmmaker* named (and aptly initialed) Pascal Plante.

The story, as best I can remember it from my stupor, is as follows:

Kelly-Anne is a mannish-looking Montreal fashion mannekin AND whizbang online poker player AND whizbang AI developer who programmed her own AI assistant named Guinevere who appears only to speak English even though Kelly-Anne is a native French speaker AND whizbang hacker who can break into any electronic device and steal any access code she wants and who appears to live a remarkably sterile, isolated life in a sterile luxury high-rise. Her only amusement appears to be an obsession with an ongoing, high-profile trial of a scrawny, pasty incel-looking geek named Ludovic Chevalier, who is accused of being the *Demon of Rosemont* (Rosemont being a Montreal borough), a serial killer who allegedly tortured and murdered three Aryan-looking teenage girls, and broadcast the mischief live in dark web *red rooms.*  He picked these particular victims because, according to the script’s knowledge of the dark web, Aryan-looking girl snuff films earn more money.

Anyway and inexplicably, Kelly-Anne goes to extraordinary lengths to secure a seat at the courthouse every morning, going so far as to sleep in alleyways to maintain her place in line, though why she couldn’t just rise early in the morning and take a cab to the courthouse is never explained, even though at one point Kelly-Anne is asked this very question by a waifish Chevalier fangirl named Clémentine who, during the court proceedings, becomes acquainted with Kelly-Anne.  For some reason, Kelly-Anne invites the emotionally volatile Clémentine to stay at her apartment for the duration of the trial.  This subplot adds nothing to the movie other than a few boring scenes of Clémentine trying awkwardly to bond with Kelly-Anne.  

Anyway, eventually the movie attempts to proceed to some sort of climax, with a distraught Clémentine lamenting missing what she believes is exonerating evidence, the two recovered snuff videos, which are shown in court only to jurors and family members, with gooners such as Clémentine and the passive onlooker Kelly-Anne having to vacate the courtroom. While waiting in the hallway, Kelly-Anne reveals that she has already obtained the horrific videos via the dark web.  When they return to Kelly-Anne’s apartment she shows Clémentine the videos. As they view the footage, Kelly-Anne coldly points out that the masked killer shares Chevalier’s highly distinct blue eyes and unusual gait. For some reason, this flimsy *proof* shatters Clémentine’s delusions; now profoundly disturbed, she packs her belongings and flees back to her hometown, abandoning her obsession entirely.

Left to her own devices, Kelly-Anne’s behavior, which heretofore had been icily unemotional, for some reason spirals into an alarming realm. Her fixation pivots toward the third, unrecovered video—the murder of the youngest victim, a 13-year-old girl named Camille, while she also begins cyber-stalking Camille's grieving mother, Francine.

So, finally, after seeming cinematic hours of nothing much happening, on Chevalier’s birthday, Kelly-Anne orchestrates a shocking stunt: she attends the trial in a Copley Camille costume: blonde wig, blue colored contact lenses, and a replica school uniform. Though she is swiftly ejected from the courtroom by security, she achieves what one assumes is her desired effect. Chevalier, who has sat rigid and impassive for the entire trial, makes direct eye contact with Kelly-Anne and offers her a slight, knowing smile and wave.  For some reason, this seems to have been Kelly-Anne’s desired outcome. Unsurprisingly, Kelly-Anne’s modeling agency is put-off by Kelly-Anne’s bizarre antics and promptly terminates her contract.

Having severed her ties to normal society, Kelly-Anne now focuses like a laser on acquiring Camille's missing snuff video, which is not really missing, because a miscreant is putting it up for a private dark web auction.  Like all of the previous computer shit Kelly-Anne is supposed to be a genius at, the script demonstrates this computer genius stuff by showing the audience shots of Kelly-Anne staring at several computer monitors which are littered with incomprehensible computer code stuff while she keyboards unknown-to-the-audience commands which unlock or allow access or do computer stuff which Kelly-Anne wants.  All this computer shit combined with some online poker allows Kelly-Anne to purchase the third snuff video, which, for some reason, has eluded law enforcement agencies, despite their months and months of investigation.

Anyway, after for some reason suspecting that her AI, Guinevere, might be monitoring her illicit activities, she meticulously destroys the hardware in a blender before viewing the snuff video. Her reaction to the video is entirely devoid of horror (as is the film); she appears merely satisfied, as if completing a complex puzzle.

In the film's limp climax, Kelly-Anne breaks into the home of Camille's mother. She slips into the deceased girl's bedroom, for some reason takes a few selfies in the school uniform, and then quietly leaves a flash drive containing the missing video on the mother's bedside table. The irrefutable evidence is subsequently turned over to the authorities, which, for some reason, forces Chevalier to change his plea to guilty.

The picture mercifully concludes by, I suppose, emphasizing Kelly-Anne’s chilling emotional void. She did not solve the case out of any sense of justice or empathy for the victims, but rather to test her own limits and satisfy a deeply narcissistic obsession.  I guess.

<yawn.>

There is nothing remotely interesting about the film itself, which *runs* for one hour and fifty-eight minutes. . .a runtime that seems more like a three hour crawl.

I found myself for most of the film wondering if its *star,* a woman named Juliette Gariépy, was, in fact, really a woman. That’s one of the effects of living in an Age of Abundant Transsexualism, any mannish-looking woman, such as Juliette Gariépy, is immediately suspect of having a penis.  This concludes our review.

The Late Great Rex Reed

American culture, already in severe decline, has suffered a great loss with the passing of legendary critic Rex Reed, the preeminent arbiter of cinema for the past sixty-six years.

Nobody in the Arts ever used the word *ossified* more frequently or aptly. Here are a just a few examples:

A Prairie Home Companion (2006): "The jabbering, meandering and ossified movie that Robert Altman has made from Garrison Keillor's lumbering, affected and pointless audio curiosity A Prairie Home Companion is not a movie at all".

The Cured (2018): When confronted with this Irish zombie picture, he used the term to indict the entire category of film, noting, "The latest in this ossified cornball genre is The Cured, which at least tries for a soupçon of freshness".

Mission: Impossible - Fallout (2018): Directing his weariness toward the blockbuster action series, he remarked that it was "business as usual with Fallout, the sixth installment in the ossified franchise series that seems more like the sixtieth.”

RIP Rex Reed

Disclosure Day

The halls of government and the airwaves of the media are increasingly abuzz with the prospect of "Disclosure"—the formal admission that humanity is sharing the cosmos, or perhaps even our own atmosphere, with non-human intelligences (NHI). While secular commentators speculate on the potential for "ontological shock" and the collapse of religious institutions, a closer inspection of the Holy Scriptures suggests that the follower of Jesus is, in fact, the best-equipped to handle such news.

To suggest that the discovery of non-human technology or life would invalidate the Bible is to overlook the very nature of the Biblical narrative. From the opening pages of Genesis to the closing visions of Revelation, the text is replete with accounts of intelligent, non-human entities interacting with our world.

The Bible makes it clear that the "heavens" are far from empty. We are introduced to a vast array of beings—Angels, Archangels, Cherubim, Seraphim, and the "sons of God." These are not mere metaphors; they are described as functional, intelligent, and often technologically superior (in a spiritual or dimensional sense) to man.

The scriptures provide a necessary framework for "First Contact" by establishing that not all non-human visitors are cut from the same cloth. There is a clear distinction between the benevolent and the malevolent:

The Helpful: We are reminded in Hebrews 13:2, "Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares." These beings operate under the authority of the Almighty, often serving as messengers or protectors.

The Harmful: Conversely, the scriptures warn of a rebellion within the heavenly realms. Jude 1:6 speaks of "the angels which kept not their first estate, but left their own habitation," noting that they are reserved in everlasting chains under darkness.

To understand the current "disclosure" movement, one must look back to the antediluvian world. Genesis 6:1-4 records a pivotal moment in human history:

"And it came to pass, when men began to multiply on the face of the earth, and daughters were born unto them, That the sons of God saw the daughters of men that they were fair; and they took them wives of all which they chose... There were giants in the earth in those days; and also after that, when the sons of God came in unto the daughters of men, and they bare children to them, the same became mighty men which were of old, men of renown."

This account suggests a physical and genetic intervention by non-human actors—an "unauthorized disclosure" of sorts that led to a corruption of the human line. Jesus Himself explicitly linked the conditions of the End Times to this specific era, stating in Matthew 24:37:

"But as the days of Noah were, so shall also the coming of the Son of man be."

If the "Days of Noah" involved the visible presence and interference of non-human entities, we should expect a mirror image of those conditions as the age draws to a close.

The primary concern for the believer is not the existence of these beings, but the narrative that may accompany their arrival. The scriptures warn that the ultimate adversary is a master of mimicry. II Corinthians 11:14-15 cautions:

"And no marvel; for Satan himself is transformed into an angel of light. Therefore it is no great thing if his ministers also be transformed as the ministers of righteousness; whose end shall be according to their works."

A government disclosure may present these entities as our "creators," our "saviors," or "advanced brothers" coming to solve our climate or nuclear woes. However, the Bible prepares us for a time of intense supernatural activity designed to mislead. Revelation 12:12 warns:

"Therefore rejoice, ye heavens, and ye that dwell in them. Woe to the inhabiters of the earth and of the sea! for the devil is come down unto you, having great wrath, because he knoweth that he hath but a short time."

The follower of Jesus has no reason to be alarmed by the recovery of "non-human technology" or the sighting of "unidentified craft." These are merely the physical manifestations of a spiritual reality the Bible has described for millennia.

The ultimate "Disclosure" for the believer is not found in a declassified government file, but in the person of Jesus Christ. By adhering to the Word, the Church will not be swayed by any Satanic disinformation campaign, no matter how "extraterrestrial" or "technologically advanced" it may appear. We know the players, we know the history, and we know the end of the matter.

Be of good cheer! The truth remains exactly what it has always been.

Prophecy, Radars, and Rain

It appears we are witnessing a convergence of geopolitical upheaval and meteorology that would baffle even the most seasoned members of the Junior Ganymede Club. To begin with the scriptural foundation, Revelation 16:12 in the King James Version states:

And the sixth angel poured out his vial upon the great river Euphrates; and the water thereof was dried up, that the way of the kings of the east might be prepared.

Traditionally, students of prophecy have watched for the literal parching of the Euphrates as a harbinger of conflict—a tactical necessity for the movement of massive land forces. However, we hypothesize an "inverse" fulfillment.

While the region suffered a punishing five-year drought leading into 2025, the recent climatic shift has been nothing short of biblical. Recently, flash floods surged across the Iranian border into Iraq’s Diyala province. Rather than a dry path for the "Kings of the East," the landscape is now a sea of mud and rising waters.

Can we draw a connection between Iran’s destruction of the "Great Satan’s" radars in the UAE and this deluge? Between February and March 2026, Iranian strikes reportedly targeted and successfully degraded several AN/TPY-2 (THAAD) and AN/FPS-132 early-warning radar systems in the UAE, Qatar, and Jordan. There has long been a school of thought—often dismissed as mere "backstairs gossip" by the establishment—that high-frequency, long-range radar arrays and electronic warfare installations can influence local weather patterns.  And as soon as these radars were destroyed, the rain clouds returned.

If one considers these radars as a form of electronic "damming" that inadvertently (or intentionally) disrupted moisture-carrying air currents, then their removal would indeed result in the sudden "bursting of the clouds" we’ve observed.

If we are to view this as the "inverse" of the Sixth Vial, one might argue that the "drying up" mentioned in the KJV was a state of artificial suppression. By this logic, the current flooding represents a "restoration" of the natural order that precedes the final gathering. If the "drying up" was to prepare the way for the kings, then perhaps the "flooding" is the sign that the kings have already arrived and are no longer in need of a dry path—they are, so to speak, already in the foyer.

One cannot ignore the irony: the very technology meant to provide a "shield" against the East may have been the very thing parching the land of the East. Its removal has brought the rain, but it has also removed the warning.

It is a delicate situation, to be sure.  Many interpretations (including none) are possible. But let us keep the umbrellas ready, I suspect the coming storm may be of a nature that even the finest silk canopy cannot withstand.

Nebuchadnezzar & Trump: The Mad Kings

I recently heard one somewhat prominent Protestant preacher compare Nebuchadnezzar II and Donald Trump. He was fairly accurate, to a point. And I will point out the point he failed to point out when I get to that point in my comparison of the two mad kings.

Comparing the two figures, separated by over 2,500 years, one a Neo-Babylonian monarch whose madness is most well-known from the biblical narrative, the other a modern real estate mogul, liar, cheat, thief, rapist and muderder turned 47th U.S. President—reveals some striking psychological parallels.

Both figures exhibit a profound drive to manifest their bloated internal identity through massive physical structures. Nebuchadnezzar II’s reign was defined by "building bigly." He transformed Babylon into a world wonder, constructing the Ishtar Gate and the Etemenanki ziggurat. His inscriptions rarely focused on military conquest; instead, they boasted of the splendor and scale of his city, effectively equating his psychological well-being with the grandeur of his skyline.

Similarly, Trump’s out-sized identity is linked to his "branded" architecture. From Trump Tower to his various golf courses, the physical manifestation of his name in gold and stone serves as a psychological fortress and a primary method of asserting dominance, permanence, and, most importantly, protection of his massive insecurities. 

Psychologically, both men appear to view themselves not just as leaders, but as the central protagonists in a grand national drama. Nebuchadnezzar’s biblical depiction in the Book of Daniel highlights a personality that demanded absolute acknowledgment. When he looked out and asked, "Is not this great Babylon, which I have built... by the might of my power and for the honor of my majesty?" it revealed a state of mind where the state and the self are indistinguishable.

Trump operates with a similar fusion. His rhetoric often mirrors the ancient "Great King" style—framing successes as personal triumphs and challenges as personal slights. For both, there is little room for a "private" self; the psychological state is entirely externalized and performative.

Here I will point out the point the somewhat prominent Protestant preacher failed to point out, the key difference, and in Nebuchadnezzar II’s case, the redeeming difference between the two: their documented reactions to the loss of control or "the fall."

According to the Bible, Nebuchadnezzar underwent a period of "beast-like" madness as a result of his pride. Psychologically, this represents a total breakdown of the ego followed by a profound reconstruction and a newfound sense of humility.

Trump’s psychological state during setbacks is characterized by high resilience and a refusal to accept a "humbled" narrative. Rather than the internal reflection seen in the stories of Nebuchadnezzar, Trump’s psychological defense mechanism is to project outward, reframing every loss as a strategic victory or a product of external interference.

Nebuchadnezzar’s psychology is defined by the weight of a divine mandate that eventually crushed and then reformed and redeemed him, Trump’s psychology is defined by a modern, secularized version of the "Sun King" complex—where the light of the state is meant to shine solely on the individual.  In other words, Trump lacks a soul, lacks conscience, or, as Jesus framed it: if therefore the light that is in thee be darkness, how great is that darkness! Trump exalted himself past the point of redemption. His entire identity is bound in his vanity, and therefore to bend the knee to the Throne of God would force him to reduce his own being.  Indeed, the one truth of himself that Trump cannot help but confess is in his repeated statements that he is unfit for heaven.

Trump’s Filthy Easter Sermon

The above is Trump’s Easter Message to the world.  Make no mistake about the timing.  This vulgar, obscene, hateful message, this message which threatens the violence of Hell, was sent bright and early Easter morning ON PURPOSE.

Trump, of course, has completely deceived the self-deceived self-proclaimed Christians of America, who swear upon their children’s lives that Trump is the Right Hand of God.

Trump and his corrupt follower are types cast straight from II Thessalonians Chapter 2:

Let no man deceive you by any means: for that day shall not come, except there come a falling away first, and that man of sin be revealed, the son of perdition; Who opposeth and exalteth himself above all that is called God, or that is worshipped; so that he as God sitteth in the temple of God, shewing himself that he is God. Remember ye not, that, when I was yet with you, I told you these things? And now ye know what withholdeth that he might be revealed in his time. For the mystery of iniquity doth already work: only he who now letteth will let, until he be taken out of the way. And then shall that Wicked be revealed, whom the Lord shall consume with the spirit of his mouth, and shall destroy with the brightness of his coming: Even him, whose coming is after the working of Satan with all power and signs and lying wonders, And with all deceivableness of unrighteousness in them that perish; because they received not the love of the truth, that they might be saved. And for this cause God shall send them strong delusion, that they should believe a lie: That they all might be damned who believed not the truth, but had pleasure in unrighteousness.

Take heed: I am not saying Trump is the son of perdition, or that we are at *that day.* I am saying Trump is a type of that wicked one, and Trump’s faithful are a type of the deceivable ones, the ones who received not the love of the truth, who believe a lie, who will be damned, who have pleasure in unrighteousness.  And as you look at the repellent followers of Trump, nothing is more evident than that they pleasure in Trump’s filth, they revel in it, they luxuriate and ogasm in it.  Trump and his faithful are filthy, perverse blasphemers.  

[Of course, they have their counterparts in Israel, perhaps even more outwardly demonic, as they bomb Christians and Muslims in Lebanon, and continue to torture Christians and Muslims in Palestine.]

Trump has shit on Easter.  His message is a carefully timed insult to the Lamb of God.  He mocks the Resurrection by claiming he has the power of life and death.  He laughs openly in the face of pious Christians and insults Muslims with his sneering *Praise be to Allah.* Trump’s excretion is offense that stinks to Heaven, and demands a rebuke from the long suffering, patient, merciful God Almighty.  Our prayer this Easter is the Power of Heaven deliver that rebuke.

Right Wing Podcasters

I see a lot of clips of these right wing podcaster dopes on Twitter. But actually, not everything they say is stupid. Nick Fuentes is right about one particular group of *people,* for example. But one thing all these dopes are DEAD WRONG about is the democrat versus republican shit. How fucking stupid do you have to be to believe it makes any consequential difference?

They actually think their lives will be different if the democrats control congress. Unbelievable stupidity. I’ve lived the same fucking way for 40+ years. Eating shit no matter who runs the show, LOL! People bitch about the dems and covid. . .that shit all started under Trump, LOL! Do homosexuals and transgenders prancing around really affect a person’s life?

What are these people *fighting* the democrats about? Immigration? It’s all theater. Trump hasn’t deported anymore *aliens* than anybody else, LOL!

I have no patience anymore for *repub vs dem.* I get poorer and poorer no matter who runs the show. I don’t give a shit about the cultural stuff, LOL! I don’t find it remotely difficult to not be bothered by other *orientations.*  Immigrants don’t bother me. I like the Palestinian who changes my oil. He does a better job and is faster and cheaper than these fucking chain oil change shops. I like the Asians at the Chinese place I go get my foreign food from. We got Mexicans who cut the grass at our council flat. They do fine. White folk don’t want those jobs. I’m tired of all the white folk complaining about jobs they don’t even want.  SHUT UP, ALREADY!  

I vote now purely out of spite. That’s why I voted for Trump in ‘24, I knew he would wreck America faster than Harris. Plus Harris was too rude to Arabs in Michigan. Only when America is much more broken will we be able to have a real election that can bring about positive change. I hope the war with Iran drags on, the longer it goes, more pain for America and Israel. I hope Trump announces tonite he is nuking Iran. It will backfire. Or if he makes some grand threat about destroying their entire infrastructure. Iran will hit US companies and wreck the global economy, which will make Americans even poorer. All good.

These right wing podcasters live in a fantasy world where they actually think Republicans are gonna make America like it was in the 1950s. That’s over and done with. Only when the entire country is ruined can it be rebuilt. Too many people here still have it way too soft.