13 July 2025

Ann Coulter


To be honest, 20, 25 years ago, this broad didn't really bother me.  Because, to repeat, to be honest, she didn't look too bad.  She was rail-thin in a country populated by morbidly obese women, and she had very nice legs.  Her giraffe neck and mannish face were always problematic, but nothing an extra large burlap sack couldn't take care of.  She could vomit her *shock* takes or whatever, and I could still imagine her naked (with the burlap sack, of course) in bed. 

But now, when she is an old bag, haggard-looking, wrinkled-up trans looking, I don't see her naked, anymore.  I just hear her stupidities.  She's pretty much a dumb cunt.  Remember, she was the main cheerleader for the appalling J.D. Vance as Vice President.  

Anyway, she has always been a self-proclaimed Christian, and when she could be visualized naked (with the burlap sack, of course) I gave her the benefit of the doubt.  But now she looks and sounds like one of THEM (hint as to who THEM are: tribespeople).  I can't visualize her naked or at the cross of Christ.


02 July 2025

Jimmy Swaggart



1 July 2025: The Rev. Jimmy Swaggart, who emerged from the backwoods of Louisiana to become a television evangelist with global reach, preaching about an eternal struggle between good and evil and warning of the temptations of the flesh, a theme that played out in his own life in a sex scandal, died on July 1. He was 90.

Mr. Swaggart’s voice and passion carried him to fame and riches that he could scarcely have dreamed of in his small-town boyhood. At its peak in the mid-1980s, Jimmy Swaggart Worldwide Ministries had a television presence in more than 140 countries and, along with its Bible college, took in up to half a million dollars a day from donations and sales of Bible courses, gospel music and merchandise.In his prime, Mr. Swaggart strode the stage like a bear, his voice thundering with emotion, dropping to a near-whisper, then rising again, sometimes to the accompaniment of tears — his own as well as those of his followers — as he spoke of his love for God and his disdain for the Devil. “Satan, you’re in for a whupping!” was a typical Swaggart warm-up. But Satan may have sometimes won a round. In October 1987, Mr. Swaggart was photographed entering a hot-sheet New Orleans motel with a woman. In a later television interview, the woman said that she and Mr. Swaggart had several encounters, describing them as “pornographic” but as not involving intercourse. Early the next year, the Assemblies of God, the huge Pentecostal organization under whose auspices Mr. Swaggart ministered, suspended him from preaching for a year and ordered him to undergo rehabilitation. Mr. Swaggart responded in February 1988 with an extraordinary, tear-gushing mea culpa to some 7,000 followers at his World Faith Center in Baton Rouge. Turning first to his wife, Frances, he said, “Oh, I have sinned against you, and I beg your forgiveness.” As some listeners wept, Mr. Swaggart went on: “I have sinned against you, my Lord, and I would ask that your precious blood would wash and cleanse every stain.”

He continued to preach independently. But donations dropped off, and while he still earned enough for him and his family to live very comfortably, he never regained the influence he had enjoyed. Scandal struck again in October 1991, when Mr. Swaggart, who was in California on business, was pulled over by the police in a red-light section of the city of Indio for driving erratically. In his company was a prostitute. She later said that Mr. Swaggart had become alarmed on seeing a police vehicle behind him and had tried to hide his pornographic magazines under the seat, causing his car to swerve. This time, he was less remorseful. “The Lord told me it’s flat none of your business,” he told a stunned audience at his Family Worship Center in Baton Rouge. Soon afterward, Donnie Swaggart said his father would seek medical and spiritual help.

And he could be a hypnotic speaker. “I don’t know of anyone in America, religious or secular, who can hold a crowd better,” William Martin, a Rice University sociologist who has studied the evangelical movement, told The New York Times in 1988. Mr. Martin said a friend who was a lawyer had told him, “I don’t believe a word he says, but I don’t know anyone in the world who’s better with a closing argument.” 

Jimmy Lee Swaggart was born in eastern Louisiana, in the small town of Ferriday, on March 15, 1935, to Willie and Minnie Bell (Herron) Swaggart. His father was a grocer, a slap-and-strap disciplinarian and an occasional preacher at the local Assemblies of God church. Both parents became evangelicals. The family was shattered when Jimmy Lee’s baby brother died of pneumonia, and the parents fought often. Mr. Swaggart recalled how he had been influenced by his grandmother, who he said had studied the Bible incessantly, and how he loved going to church because his parents didn’t fight there.

As Jimmy Lee grew older and more certain that he was on the path of the righteous, he prayed for the salvation of his first cousin, Jerry Lee Lewis, the early wild man of rock ’n’ roll who married several times (one bride was his 13-year-old cousin) and who thumbed his nose at conventional morality, as the writer Nick Tosches recounted in “Hellfire,” his biography of Mr. Lewis. The country singer Mickey Gilley was also a first cousin to both Mr. Swaggart and Mr. Lewis. About the same age, the three boys were childhood companions. They learned to play an uncle’s piano and occasionally disobeyed their parents by going to a Black nightclub, where they were entranced by the music and dancing, Mr. Tosches wrote.

On Oct. 10, 1952, Jimmy Swaggart married Frances Anderson. He was 17 and she was 15. A year later, their son, Donnie, was born. Convinced that God wanted him to preach, Mr. Swaggart traveled in a rundown car throughout rural Louisiana and later across the South, holding revival meetings. In his 1977 autobiography, “To Cross a River,” Mr. Swaggart wrote of staying in pastors’ homes and church basements. Mr. Swaggart’s wife helped run day-to-day operations of the family’s ministry, where Donnie Swaggart has followed in his father’s footsteps as a preacher. Mr. Swaggart is also survived by several grandchildren and great-grandchildren.

Decades after the scandals, his hair thinning and going white, Mr. Swaggart was still preaching of God’s goodness, Satan’s trickery and man’s frailty. “God is patient with us,” he said in a televised service at the Family Worship Center in 2014. “Thank God for that.”

Jimmy Swaggart was America's greatest preacher, an unmatched orator.  While Billy Graham was dull as dishwasher, with all the charisma of a clam, Swaggart was a natural born story teller.  Additionally he was an outstanding musician, a great keyboardist and a soul-stirring vocalist.  

Of course, he will mostly be remembered for his scandalous fall.  Caught twice with sex workers, he was branded a phony and a hypocrite.  There is some merit to the charge of hypocrisy, as Swaggart had pointed his finger at Marvin Gorman and Jim Bakker in the messy televangelism wars of the mid-to-late 1980s.  But he was no phony.  Nobody preached the gospel of Jesus better or with more conviction.  If he wasn't anointed to preach the gospel, he was the greatest religious counterfeit of the 20th and 21st centuries.

Swaggart's fall highlights what remains the greatest failure of contemporary American Christianity: sinners are no longer welcome in church.

Somehow, the church founded by the Friend to sinners has become a habitat of self-righteous pew warmers who act as if Jesus sprinkles them with goody-two-shoes fairy dust as soon as they receive the faith of Christ.  Pew warmers get *saved,* then immediately hide their sin, refusing to speak openly of their lusts, greed, hatreds, jealousies, etc.  They know fingers will point, *discipline committees* will be formed if their sins are discovered.  

What if Jimmy Swaggart could have taken to the pulpit and said to his congregation: I am fighting temptation, I have adulterous desires, I want to wallow in fornication.  Pray for me, pray the Lord give me the strength to resist.

Nobody feels secure enough in contemporary churchianity to reveal their true ugly self.  Their sin festers inside.  Eventually they get sloppy in their deceits and get caught, perhaps they want to be caught, worn down by the charade, and then they are charged as a hypocrite and a phony.  Hypocrisy?  Perhaps.  Phony?  No.  How can a sinner be called phony when they get caught sinning? 

American Christians need to stop acting like they are not sinners.  They are sinners covered by the Blood of the Lamb.  Sinners worthy of eternal destruction, completely worthless without the Blood of the Lamb. 

American Christianity needs to acknowledge sin, and once again become a friend to sinners.  The greatest failing of Jimmy Swaggart was not his motel room perversions, but his reluctance, even after being caught with his pants down, to make his church a place where sinners could unburden their souls.    

But let's not end the Jimmy Swaggart story there. Let's end it with him, even at age 89, at his best:


01 July 2025

Love Walked In

Love Walked In
: I don’t know anybody who has seen this movie. I saw it once, about thirty years. I thought it was outstanding. I don’t think you can even find it on Tubi today. A true lost masterpiece, if my memory does not deceive me. Anyway. . .


A struggling writer scratches out an average material existence by playing piano in a lounge act with his singer girlfriend. Despite their modest lifestyle, the two are happy — but can they stay happy without being rich? This becomes the mind-preying question which drives the struggling writer (brilliantly played by Denis Leary) to contemplate a crime which will defile his girlfriend. A dark and memorable parable from the pre-Late Stage Capitalism conspicuous consumption America, a time and place where the sheep were brainwashed into thinking that happiness was not possible without material wealth (nowadays the sheeple, long-since looted by their overlords, understand wealth is only for the Elite). 

30 June 2025

The Six Greatest Supermodels Of The Supermodel Age








The Supermodel Age dominated Western Culture from the 1960s through the 1990s.  Nobody can dispute the importance of the Supermodel.  The pretty girls with the healthiest of figures played a vital role in shaping global culture, art and mental health. 

They set standards for beauty and attitude that pedestrian girls aspired to.  As they owned catwalks from Paris to New York, they birthed the trends that dominated the conversations around identity and confidence.

The Supermodels were the last muses, their bodily perfection inspired greatness in photography, sculpture and fashion.  Their bodies were choose-your-own-fantasies for all genders and sexual orientations (outside of bestiality).

Their icy perfection provided adolescent females with a model for body positivity and shameless sexual barter.

With the death of the Supermodel Age, we see a global decline in fashion.  Nowadays men and women dress alike, frumpily, in sweatpants and sweatshirts, or just leggings and bras, even for women of ample bulges.  There is no Art in fashion, only the most base utilitarianism.

It's not a surprise that with the end of the Supermodel Age gender confusion arose.  Supermodels used to be the Female archetype.  Without any Women, boys and girls no longer can discern their own identity.  If nobody knows what it is to be female, how can even a male know if he is not a girl?

Supermodels were great Superheroes, and their loss creates a painful vacuum in our ugly, depressing, sexless, genderless world.  This loss can be quantified in the global decline in sexual activity and birth rate. We live in a neutered and spayed world.  People watch pornography today with the same dumb curiosity as white folk used to watch National Geographic Specials about primitive African tribes.

Let us therefore mourn these six great Supermodels of the past.  The last women to ever walk the Earth.

Jean Shrimpton










Twiggy












Claudia Schiffer









Christy Turlington










Trish Goff












Kate Moss















Some might wonder: what ended the Age of the Supermodel, what ended womankind?  Extremely controversial subject.  Certainly the rise of social media and digital disruption fractured the fashion base into dozens of niche markets with micro focused on *nontraditional* body types (to be polite).  We also cannot ignore the #metoo movement (which devastated modeling houses).  Other factors have contributed, also, including trends mentioned in the main body of the article such as gender dysphoria and vanishing libido.

29 June 2025

The World's First Serial Killer State

You would think after agreeing to a ceasefire in the Iran war, Israel would be ready to take a small break from killing.  But, no.  They have bombed Lebanon and Syria, are drawing up plans for Yemen, and have not only continued bombing Gaza, but also shooting hungry Palestinians trudging to food distribution centers and, in a new and dispicable low (even for Israel), began poisoning the sacks of flour with narcotics.

Israel cannot stop itself from murdering people.  Israel has become the world's first serial killer state.  And not only cannot Israelis stop killing, they cannot stop themselves from openly gloating and bragging about their murders and tortures. They record videos of themselves laughing at and mocking their victims.  The majority of Israelis are deranged psychopaths.  This is not an exaggeration.  For those who believe in the supernatural, Israel has obviously become the habitation of demons.  

Government officials speak openly of mass murder, of their genocidal goals, of their hatred for all goyim.  After American President Donald Trump insisted Israel adhere to the ceasefire, and forced Prime Minister Netanyahu to call planes back from a bombing run, frustrated blood thirsty demon-possessed Israelis raged that the USA should be nuked.  

Meanwhile, AIPAC bought and paid for US politicians ignore the obvious derangement of Israel and continue to speak of the wicked state as a fine ally and preach that Almighty God demands Israel's interests be put first, and that Israel must be supported, otherwise God will curse America.

Israel is in the grip of an unprecedented (in my lifetime) madness.  I have never seen anything like it.  It surpasses all American war crimes.  It surpasses the Khmer Rouge.  There is no end in sight to Israeli psychopathy. Their defense Minister has already said attacks will resume on Iran.  There is no strategic goal other than piling corpses.  No plan for how to manage the surviving populations of Gaza or Iran or Lebanon or Syria.  Just kill in their never-ending pursuit of *security.* 

How will Israeli madness end?  Even if Israel were showered with missiles, we must assume Israel would enact its Samson Option, and fire off as many of its nuclear weapons as possible before it was utterly destroyed.  The whole world will have to burn before it can be free of the demonic Zionist entity. 

28 June 2025

Ripe

Ripe: Two pubescent sisters watch their abusive parents die in a car crash — then the sisters take off on their own, hoping to find nirvana in the dandelion fields of Kentucky. Before they reach Kentucky, however, they become subjects of a nationwide girlhunt and find their faces plastered all over the front pages of the newspapers. The sisters decide to hide out on an army base, and pose as nieces of a long-haired vegetarian civilian who is employed on the base as a handyman. No, I’m not kidding you – that really is the plot of this preposterous movie, which is really nothing more than soft core pseudo-kiddie porn, as the handyman soon finds his way into the pants of one of the little girls. Other debaucheries filmed through soft lens include interracial child rape and a homoerotic Army bonfire party.

27 June 2025

Government Gossip Guesses

 



From the June Blind Items:

154. ENTERTAINMENT LAWYER 06/12 **8**
This married left side 1/100 is hooking up with a staffer in his office.

My Guess: John Fetterman, just because he don't give a fuck about anything.  But it would be hilarious if it was Alex Padilla.  And who could blame him for seeking a little comfort after all the trauma he's been through, LOL!


213. ENTERTAINMENT LAWYER 06/17 **4**
This high ranking 1/435th is about to be thrown under the bus. His gay lover just cashed a huge payday.

My Guess: Gotta be Mike Johnson.  The dude just oozes mothballs, LOL!