The Legend

30 May 2026, Detroit Sports Spectacular: It was about 10 am on Saturday morning, people milling about, looking at tables and tables and tables of sports trading cards, everything from 50 cent Don Wert cards to 20k Michael Jordan rookie cards and even higher. People were also lining up to purchase autographs and photos from sporting luminaries such as Charles Woodson, Chris Webber, Allen Iverson and Michael Vick, who is both famous and infamous. 

Everybody was passing by one old geezer’s table. Most of the crowd far too young to know. 

Look at that face, I said to myself, for there was nobody else with me to say it to. That’s a face that’s seen some shit. Highs and Lows. Michael Vick is a virgin compared to this guy. 

I stood off to the side, watching the old geezer, watching everybody passing him by.

They didn’t know. This was truly a Legend. A Legendary Figure. A Hero. And a bum. A bum who turned it all around, and then fell to bum again. And got up again. And here he was, still breathing air. He had a walker next to his chair. But it was not quite time yet for the dirt to be shoveled on top of him. Look at that face. Nobody looked at it. They just passed by. I walked up to him. 

“You seen more shit than everybody in this room combined.” 

“I’ve been waiting two hours for my breakfast!” He tried to bark it, but his voice was too weak to bark. 

“Huh?”

“Are you the guy who’s supposed to bring my breakfast?” 

“No.” 

“No? Who are you?” 

“A fan.” 

“Oh.” 

“I’ve been waiting two hours for my breakfast.” 

“I read somewhere they said you used to drink a case of Pepsi every day. Is that true?” 

“Or more.” 

“More?” 

“Some days I drank thirty-six.” 

“Damn!” 

There was a long pause. What can you say after that? I just stood there, by his table. He had books and photos and cards for sale, but the sheeple kept walking by, paying no notice. After buying an admission and a ticket to get a photo with a Michigan basketball player, I had five bucks left. Too bad for me. 

“Where you from?” he asked. 

“Ann Arbor.” 

“Oh, I remember Dearborn. You remember the old mayor? What was his name?” 

He must have thought I said Dearborn. That was fine. And by the old mayor he must have meant Orville Hubbard, a bit of a legend himself. 

“Hubbard?” 

“Hubbard! That’s right!” he said. “He wouldn’t let the blacks in, remember?” 

I nodded and chuckled. 

“Wouldn’t let nobody in!” he went on. “Yellow people. Brown. Redskins. Nobody but white.” 

“Dearborn sure has changed, huh?” I laughed. He laughed, too. 

“You’re not a young fellow, either,” he said. “You want to sit down?” 

I sat down in the empty chair next to his on his side of the table. We yukked it up for another 10 minutes or so. I asked him who he liked in the upcoming Michigan senate race. He gave the right answer. Eighty-two years old and he knew what was going on. 

Finally some fat girl brought him his breakfast. I had to get going to catch my photo time with the Michigan basketball player. 

“Hey,” I said to the fat girl holding out my phone, “if this gentleman is OK with it, will you take a picture?” 

“Sure.” 

“I got 5 bucks,” I said to the Legend, “is that good enough for a quick selfie?” 

“Your money’s no good here.” 

The fat girl took the picture. I told the Legend I was gonna let him eat in peace, but that it had been an honor to chat with him. 

After I got my picture with the Michigan basketball player, a kid sixty-three years younger than the Legend, I walked past his table again, but he was gone.

Obsession

Obsession: Yet another film marketed as horror that lacks horror and yet another critically acclaimed film that is a dud of a disappointment.  The ultra-thin story centers upon a hemming-and-hawing, meek near-incel named Baron "Bear" Bailey, who works at a small local family-owned music shop that somehow generates enough sales to keep four employees on the clock per shift (that is a rather petty script nit-pick, I admit, but anyone who has ever worked retail, and especially anyone currently misfortunate enough to be employed at Family Dollar or Dollar General or Dollar Tree will notice this deviation from our current Late Stage Capitalism labor management practices). But anyways, and more to the story’s ultra-thin point, Bear harbors a painfully frustrated and unspoken romantic affection for co-worker Nikki.  The incellular Bear, upon hearing Nikki has lost her cherished crystal necklace, decides that purchasing a new necklace and presenting it to her as a gift will be the perfect opportunity for him to express his feelings for her.  Blue-balled Bear thus heads to the local New Age herb-and-crystal shoppe (a kind of bohemian business establishment that seems copied from a Portlandia sketch) to buy the necklace, but being the deeply insecure nerd he is, he doubts his necklace choice.  About to leave the store in empty-handed despair, he happens to notice a peculiar novelty item known as a *One Wish Willow.*   Thinking this quirky little oddity of an impulse item might amuse Nikki, Bear does indeed buy it on impulse.  But, alas, when the time comes for the bumbling Bear to give Nikki the gift and declare his feelings, he turtles.  Alone in his car he berates himself for his heterosexual incompetence and in a rash act of bitter self-pitying irony, he snaps the One Wish Willow in two while wishing for Nikki to "love him more than anything in the world."  It’s no spoiler, of course, to reveal that this is exactly what happens.  The rest of the film, in varying degrees of quality and gore, is a series of relationships-are-Hell set-pieces that eventually lead Bear to mourn for his old onanistic existence. Nikki’s original intelligent and sarcastic disposition is entirely supplanted by a volatile, manic Bear-smitten doppelgänger. She begins to exhibit biploar unhinged behavior: staying up all night watching Bear as he sleeps, standing in place and urinating and defecating while waiting for him to return from work, threatening acts of self-harm to extort his loyalty, and then, during a social gathering upon witnessing Bear about to kiss another young woman during a parlor game, Nikki actually does self-harm as she mutilates her own face with a broken bottle. From here, the picture descends into the familiar crude climax of most American horror films: rapidly occurring acts of wanton violence the typical horror audience will have been numbed to dozens of films ago (or two Terrifier films ago) separated by the briefest interludes of character reflection, in Obsession’s case, this means Bear accepting the full consequences of his catastrophic violation of Nikki's autonomy, followed by a lightning quick role reversal which ensures the movie ends with the de rigueur horror film balancing of the cosmic order.

There’s no need to list all the film’s many plot holes (how did Sandy the cat manage to open dead grandma’s bottle of oxycodone and why did Sandy like the taste of them so much he/she ate enough of them to die, couldn’t the filmmaker find a more plausible way to set up the feline cannibal lunch scene? Why are the rules of the One Wish Willow so vague? Why does Nikki become violently obsessive rather than simply “in love,” Bear’s wish was that she love him more than anything, not that she become insanely jealously obsessive, to list just a few so you know I am not exaggerating when I say there are many, though unless you have seen the film you have no way to know if I have just listed them all and am lying when I say there are more), better to lament its wasted opportunity.  The film could have been a first-rate character study of our modern American adult male, the increasingly celibate terminal adolescent who can’t connect with women because of his submission to the electronic and pornographic environment, yet still feels entitled to “have one.”  Almost all of Obsession’s one hundred and eight minute run time is spent on how Bear can manage his problems (how to get Nikki, how to keep Nikki, how to keep his friends from wondering how he got Nikki, how to keep his friends from noticing how oddly Nikki is behaving, how to keep Nikki from hurting herself, how to keep Nikki from hurting others) rather than Bear recognizing his role in creating his problems.  There was greater character development in the 25 minute Twilight Zone love obsession episode The Chaser than in this film.  Indeed, Bear’s last scene epiphany is too little, too late to save the movie from being anything other than an occasionally creepy, occasionally gory and reviews-contradicting never funny Make-A-Wish gimmick flick in which the gimmick is the sick boy’s wish ultimately turns out to be a wish to die. 

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 Camille cosplay 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 video is subsequently turned over to the authorities, which, for some reason, forces Chevalier to change his plea to guilty (two snuff videos in which he is masked would not be enough to convince a jury beyond a reasonable doubt, but three videos would??  LOL.  OK.  Whatever.  Let’s just end this movie, already).

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

Born in 1938 in Fort Worth, Texas, Mr. Rex Taylor Reed emerged in the 1960s as a formidable force in American journalism. Educated at Louisiana State University, he cultivated a reputation as an arbiter of taste whose acerbic wit and unyielding standards became the stuff of legend. Writing for esteemed publications such as Vogue, GQ, The New York Times, and most notably during his long tenure at The New York Observer, Mr. Reed was never merely a reviewer; he was a gatekeeper of cinematic elegance.

It is difficult not to lament his departure from the cultural forefront, for one must acknowledge him as, quite perhaps, the last great American film critic. His loss to the daily discourse is not an isolated event, but rather a stark symptom of an overall American cultural decline. We have traded the sharpened pen of the educated aesthete for the clamor of the crowd.

In a bygone era, a discerning audience could comfortably rely on the elevated, uncompromising opinions of film experts like Rex to guide their evening’s entertainment. A critic of his caliber served as a necessary filter against mediocrity. Nowadays, however, we find ourselves navigating a rather regrettable landscape. The critical establishment has thoroughly capitulated to populism, resulting in a confounding reality where cinematic garbage such as Black Panther, Oppenheimer, and Sinners is universally praised. It is a time when sheer spectacle and trendy posturing have entirely usurped the quiet dignity of genuine cinematic art, and it is, at best, a faint hope that one day there will be a swing back toward the refined standards Mr. Reed so admirably defended.

PS: 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.  

The Passover Spirit

NOW:

2000 YEARS AGO:

Now at that feast the governor was wont to release unto the people a prisoner, whom they would. And they had then a notable prisoner, called Barabbas. Therefore when they were gathered together, Pilate said unto them, Whom will ye that I release unto you? Barabbas, or Jesus which is called Christ? For he knew that for envy they had delivered Him. When he was set down on the judgment seat, his wife sent unto him, saying, Have thou nothing to do with that just man: for I have suffered many things this day in a dream because of Him. But the chief priests and elders persuaded the multitude that they should ask Barabbas, and destroy Jesus. The governor answered and said unto them, Whether of the twain will ye that I release unto you? They said, Barabbas.  Pilate saith unto them, What shall I do then with Jesus which is called Christ? They all say unto him, Let Him be crucified. And the governor said, Why, what evil hath He done? But they cried out the more, saying, Let Him be crucified. When Pilate saw that he could prevail nothing, but that rather a tumult was made, he took water, and washed his hands before the multitude, saying, I am innocent of the blood of this just person: see ye to it. Then answered all the people, and said, His blood be on us, and on our children. Then released he Barabbas unto them: and when he had scourged Jesus, he delivered Him to be crucified.

30 March 2026: the Israeli Knesset passed a landmark in blood-thirst with its Death Penalty for Terrorists Bill which now gives the Israeli Entity *permission* to hang residents of the West Bank who have been *found* guilty of ‘acts of terrorism’ by the Entity’s military show courts.

The same sick spirit which drove their ancestors to cry for our Lord Jesus Christ to be put to death 2000 years ago still resides in these people.

Let us examine in detail:

When comparing the spirit behind the modern support for this law to the crowd before Pontius Pilate, several echoes emerge regarding the nature of collective justice and the Israeli desire for retribution.

The crowd that cried for the release of Barabbas and the crucifixion of Jesus was choosing between two "rebels" in the eyes of Rome. Barabbas was an insurrectionist who had committed murder in a literal uprising; he represented the path of violent resistance and immediate, tangible action. Jesus, conversely, represented a spiritual challenge to the status quo that demanded mercy and internal transformation. In the current Israeli legislative spirit, one sees a similar preference for the sword of the law. There is a collective impulse to seek a final, violent resolution (the death penalty) to complex political and social grievances, much like the crowd chose the man of violence over the Man of Peace. 

The biblical narrative suggests the crowd was "stirred up" by leaders to demand execution. This reflects a specific type of socio-political fervor where the nuance of individual justice is lost to the roar of the collective. When a society moves to simplify the legal process—such as shifting from a unanimous judicial requirement to a simple majority for execution—it mirrors that historical shift from reasoned inquiry to the "voice of the people" demanding blood.

Pilate sought a legal "out" by offering a choice, but the crowd used the framework of the law to demand an end to a life. Similarly, the spirit behind mandatory sentencing often seeks to remove the "burden" of mercy from the individual judge, codifying the impulse for vengeance into a bureaucratic mandate. It is the desire to say, "The law requires this,"effectively washing one's hands of the moral weight of the execution, just as Pilate famously did.

Ultimately, both instances reflect a moment where a society feels so under threat—whether by Roman occupation or modern conflict—that it prioritizes the elimination of the perceived enemy over the preservation of the moral high ground. The "spirit" in both cases is one of profound exhaustion and anger, where the slow work of justice is discarded in favor of the swift finality of the gallows or the cross.

Of course, we must not neglect the racial hatred in the contemporary Israeli Entity. The racial component of the Death Penalty for Terrorists Law is not merely an incidental byproduct; it is the very architecture of the bill. By design, the law creates a bifurcated system of justice based on national and ethnic identity. The legal distinction between the Jews and the Palestinians is championed by the Otzma Yehudit ("Jewish Power") party. Their rhetoric frames the Israeli Entity not just as a political entity, but as the exclusive vessel for a "chosen" people whose safety justifies a separate and harsher moral standard for the lesser Palestinian "other." In this view, the "chosen" status acts as a shield of immunity for the ingroup and a sword of judgment for the outgroup.

When we look back at the crowd standing before Pilate, we see the exact same tension between Nationalistic Exceptionalism and Universal Truth.

The crowd that demanded Barabbas did so from a place of perceived spiritual and racial superiority. They were the children of Abraham, the "chosen" of God, living under the boot of a Gentile (Roman) occupier. In their eyes, any action taken to preserve the Jewish nation was inherently "holy."

Barabbas was a "son of the Father" (the literal meaning of his name) who fought for the supremacy of the chosen people through blood. Jesus, however, taught that being a "child of Abraham" was a matter of the heart, not the bloodline, and that God’s love extended even to the Roman centurion. By choosing Barabbas, the crowd rejected the universalist "Light to the Nations" and embraced a narrow, defensive supremacy—much like the spirit behind a law that applies only to those outside the "chosen" citizenship.

For the law’s supporters, the Palestinian “other” is viewed through the lens of a perpetual existential threat, rather than a fellow human subject to the same judicial safeguards. This mirrors the crowd's view of the "Galilean" Jesus. Because He did not fit their nationalistic profile and challenged their exclusive grip on the "Chosen" narrative, He was effectively cast out.

The spirit in both cases is one that says: "Our lives are sacred; yours are negotiable." This hierarchy of human value is the exact "leaven" that Jesus warned would corrupt the spirit of the nation.

The biblical mandate of being "chosen" was originally intended to be a burden of exemplary justice—to show the world a higher way of living. However, both the mob at the Praetorium and the modern proponents of this law inverted this. They used "chosenness" as a justification for exceptionalism—the idea that the rules of common humanity and international law do not apply to them because of their unique status or the unique nature of their struggle.

In demanding the cross for Jesus, the crowd used their "chosen" status to silence the very voice that was calling them back to their true, merciful purpose. Today, critics see the same tragedy: in the name of protecting the "chosen," the state adopts the very methods of the executioner that the prophets once wept over.

Lastly, there is the contrast of finality. The supporters of the 2026 law seek the absolute finality of the gallows (the hanging of the enemy) to provide a sense of security. The crowd at Pilate's court sought the finality of the cross to remove the "inconvenient" Jesus.  In both instances, the "spirit" is one of fear masquerading as strength. It is the belief that by killing the "other," the "chosen" can finally be safe. Jesus’ response—forgiveness from the cross—was the ultimate refutation of this spirit, proving that true power lies in the refusal to become like the oppressor.

[Technically, the seven-day festival of Passover 2026 begins Wednesday, April 1, at sunset. However, in the context of our conversation about the "spirit of the crowd," the timing is chillingly precise. In Israel and for the Jewish community, this is the final 24-hour push of preparation—the traditional search for chametz (leaven)—before the Seder. Even more striking is the overlap with Christian Holy Week: The law was passed yesterday, Monday, March 30. On the liturgical calendar, that was Holy Monday—the day traditionally associated with Jesus cleansing the Temple and challenging the religious authorities. Today, March 31, is Holy Tuesday. This means the Knesset passed this "Death Penalty for Terrorists" legislation exactly as the world’s two billion Christians are reflecting on the trial, the "spirit of the mob," and the execution of Jesus, and just as Israel prepares to celebrate the Exodus—the ultimate story of liberation from an oppressive state power.

The irony is sick: a law mandating the gallows was enacted in the same week that billions are contemplating the historical and spiritual consequences of a state-sanctioned execution.]

Reward Her Even As She Rewarded You

As we navigate the turbulent waters of March 2026, it becomes increasingly clear that the global order is not merely shifting—it is straining under the weight of unprecedented tactical and existential pressures. To the casual observer, the daily news may seem like a series of isolated incidents, but a closer look at the military and prophetic landscape reveals a far more precarious reality.

1. America Has Never Been This Vulnerable

The current state of American military readiness is perhaps at its most vulnerable point in modern history. The sustained support for prolonged conflicts in Ukraine and the Middle East has significantly drawn down critical munitions stockpiles. While the Department of Defense maintains an "operational security" stance, analysts point to the "Carrier Crunch" of 2026 as a visible symptom of this exhaustion.

With the USS Gerald R. Ford sidelined by maintenance debt and recent incidents, and other supercarriers like the USS John C. Stennis facing extended overhaul delays, the U.S. Navy’s ability to project power simultaneously in the Middle East and the Pacific is being tested. Should a major power choose this moment to assert dominance in the Pacific, the logistical "lag time" required for the U.S. to rearm and redeploy could create a strategic vacuum stretching all the way to Hawaii.

2. Will Iran Free Gaza?

There remains a haunting question regarding the containment strategy in Southern Israel. If the regional conflict with Iran continues to escalate, one wonders why the traditional containment of the Gaza perimeter has not been more aggressively challenged by Iran?

A coordinated strike on the primary security gates could theoretically unleash a surge of remaining commandos into Southern Israel—a scenario that would not only shock the Israeli defense apparatus but force a total reallocation of IDF resources away from the northern front.

3. Calling Nick Fuentes!

Should the conflict reach a definitive conclusion in favor of Tehran, we must anticipate the massive displacement of populations. A significant exodus of Israelis toward the United States is a logistical and political certainty. . .and a nightmare for any community which must accept them.

In an election cycle where immigration remains a lightning-rod issue, the prospect of a new "invasion" of refugees—even those from an allied nation—will likely ignite a fierce debate. While President Donald Trump has historically positioned himself as a staunch defender of American borders, he is even more of a staunch defender of his Epstein files, and will absorb the political cost of absorbing hundreds of thousands of new ethnic arrivals.

4. The Revelation 18 Protocol: Counterfeit or Fulfillment?

Finally, many are turning to the ancient texts to find meaning in the modern fire. The ongoing Iran-Israel war has sparked renewed interest in Revelation 18:4-8, which speaks of a sudden and total judgment coming upon a great city or system.

The interpretation that we are witnessing the fall of a "counterfeit" or worldly manifestation of Israel is gaining traction among those who believe that current events are a divine "sorting" of the wheat from the chaff. If the modern state is viewed through this prophetic lens, the current plagues of war, economic strain, and social upheaval are seen not as accidents, but as the "double measure" described in the prophecy.  Is Israel being judged for the sins she has committed against the Palestinians, Lebanese, Syrians, Iraqis, Jordanians, Iranians?

And I heard another voice from heaven, saying, Come out of her, my people, that ye be not partakers of her sins, and that ye receive not of her plagues. For her sins have reached unto heaven, and God hath remembered her iniquities. Reward her even as she rewarded you, and double unto her double according to her works: in the cup which she hath filled fill to her double. How much she hath glorified herself, and lived deliciously, so much torment and sorrow give her: for she saith in her heart, I sit a queen, and am no widow, and shall see no sorrow. Therefore shall her plagues come in one day, death, and mourning, and famine; and she shall be utterly burned with fire: for strong is the Lord God who judgeth her.

The Trial of the Levant: A Theological Recasting of the End of Days

In the present hour, the world watches the unfolding catastrophe in the Middle East with a sense of profound spiritual vertigo. Yet, for those with eyes to see, the smoke rising from Gaza and the shifting alliances between Washington, Jerusalem, and Tehran are not merely secular events. They are the fulfillment of a divine drama—the "Refining Fire" of Zechariah 13—where the "holy seed" of the indigenous Christian Palestinian people, a true "Stump of Jesse" (Isaiah 6:13), is being separated from the dross of worldly empires.

To understand this moment, we must peel back the veneer of modern political science and look upon the spiritual architecture of the age. We are witnessing an assembly akin to the "Three Unclean Spirits" described in Revelation 16:13, the unholy trinity that gathers the kings of the earth for the battle of the Great Day of God Almighty.

The Three Unclean Spirits: The Dragon, The Beast, and The False Prophet

The Scripture warns of spirits like frogs coming out of the mouths of the dragon, the beast, and the false prophet. In our current epoch, these are no longer abstract demons, but specific manifestations of power.

The Dragon is the ancient spirit of Accusation and Satanic pride that seeks to dominate the souls of men through fear. The Beast, rising from the sea of nations with the "horns" of unparalleled military might, finds its current avatar in the figure of Donald Trump and the American movement he represents. This is the "Scarlet Beast" of Revelation 17, the engine of "Lawlessness" (2 Thessalonians 2) that provides the muscle for the global deception.

The False Prophet, who works miracles to deceive those who dwell on the earth, is personified by Benjamin Netanyahu. He is the one who "makes fire come down from heaven" in the form of high-tech munitions, convincing the "religious" world that a modern geopolitical construct founded in 1948 is the "Israel" of promise. In truth, this entity is the Great Whore of Revelation 17, who has traded the spiritual heritage of the prophets for the "gold and precious stones" of military technology and global leverage, shedding the blood of the indigenous saints—the Palestinian (as well as Lebanese, Syrian, Chaldean and Persian) followers of the Nazarene.

The Abomination of Desolation and the Flight from Judea

The current assault on Gaza and the West Bank is the "Abomination of Desolation" standing where it ought not. It is the desecration of the living temple of God: the people. The indigenous Christians and inhabitants of modern Palestine are the very ones spoken of in Matthew 24. When Our Lord warned, "Then let them which be in Judea flee into the mountains"(Matthew 24:16), He was not merely speaking to the generation of 70 A.D., but to the biological and cultural descendants of the ancient Church which remain on the land today.

The refugees of Gaza, huddled under the rubble of bombed hospitals, are the "Two Witnesses" of Revelation 11. Clothed in the "sackcloth" of blockade, they stand as a testimony against the global order. Their suffering is the "Trumpet Call" intended to awaken the conscience of the world, signaling that the "Great City" of Babylon—the global financial and military system that supports the occupation—is nearing its inevitable collapse.

The New Cyrus: Persia as the Liberator

Central to this prophetic recasting is the unexpected role of Iran, the modern Persia. Just as the Lord stirred the spirit of Cyrus the Great to liberate the Jews from the Babylonian Captivity and restore the vessels of the Temple, so too is a "New Cyrus" emerging from the East.

While the "Scarlet Beast" (USA) and the "False Prophet" (Netanyahu) collaborate to suppress the indigenous seed, the modern Persian power acts as the divine instrument of intervention. In the Biblical paradigm, Cyrus was called "My Anointed" (Isaiah 45:1) despite not being of the household of Israel. Today, the intervention of Iran on behalf of the oppressed in Palestine represents a recurring historical cycle: the use of a "Gentile" power to break the "horns" of the Beast and allow the "Stump of Jesse" to flourish once more.

The liberation of the oppressed Christians and the indigenous "holy seed" in Gaza is the modern equivalent of the Decree of Cyrus. It is the force that halts the "sorcery" of media deception and challenges the "Lawlessness" of the American-led order.

The Refining Fire and the Great Jubilee

The catastrophe we witness is the Refining Fire of Zechariah 13, which declares: "And I will bring the third part through the fire, and will refine them as silver is refined." The Palestinian people, having endured decades of "fire," are being vindicated. Their struggle is not merely for land, but for the soul of the world.

The "Rapture" so often misunderstood by modern "Zionist" theology is not a physical escape into the clouds for a select few. It is the Great Return (Jubilee). As the Beast inevitably turns on the Whore—as the internal contradictions of the American-Israeli alliance lead to its own destruction—the "Last Trumpet" shall sound. This is the divine command for the displaced, the refugees, and the "dead in Christ" to rise and reclaim their ancestral heritage.

The "Turning to Jesus" predicted in Zechariah 12:10—"they shall look upon me whom they have pierced"—is the moment of recognition. It is the realization by the Palestinian people and the world that the Christ who was "pierced" is their own kin—the indigenous Nazarene who walked their hills and shared their suffering.

The Final Word

The "Israel" of promise is not a flag or a military administration; it is the people who have remained in the faith of Christ.  They are the true Israel. In their vindication, "All Israel shall be saved," not through the power of the Beast, but through the triumph of the Lamb. The true Kingdom of Peace shall be established not on the foundations of 1948, but upon the ruins of the counterfeit.

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How We Reached The Crossroad Of The World And The Two Entities

This war, as horrible as it is for the Iranians (can you imagine, just the murder of the 185 school girls, imagine just that, and yet that is only the first drop in the storm of death), could have a silver lining. Much of the mischief in the world in the last 77 years is due to two entities. These entities have been choking the people of the world for 77 years, and will continue to choke the peoples of the world.

There was a man, a single man, one man, one man alone, all too familiar with the wickedness, the treachery of these two entities. One man who had lived a lifetime smothered from their hellish oppression. I do not know his thinking, I do not know his original intent, but the outcome of his action, whatever his original intent, now forces the world to confront the two entities.

The structuralist analysis of Yahya Sinwar’s "Al-Aqsa Flood" 

Whatever it was originally meant to be, it is not now merely a localized raid, but a geopolitical detonator that threatens to collapse a world order that Sinwar viewed as a slow-motion death sentence for the Palestinian cause.

To provide an exhaustive analysis, we must look at this through the lens of "The General" (Sun Tzu) and "The Prince" (Machiavelli).

1. The Machiavellian Necessity: Breaking the "Slow Death"

That man recognized the Abraham Accords as the existential threat to Hamas’s relevance. From Sinwar’s perspective, the normalization of ties between the entity and the Sunni states (Saudi Arabia, the UAE, etc.) was a process of "normalization by abandonment."  If Israel could achieve peace with the Arab world without solving the Palestinian issue, Gaza would remain a permanent "open-air camp" while the West Bank was slowly absorbed.

Machiavelli argued that when a leader faces certain ruin through inaction, any action—no matter how risky—is preferable. Sinwar chose to "heighten the contradictions." By forcing a brutal confrontation, he made it politically impossible for Sunni leaders to continue their rapprochement with Israel in the short term.

2. Sun Tzu and the "Art of the Proxy Trap"

Sinwar gambled that the entity’s own ideological goals (the "Greater Entity") would make them overreact. He provided them the casus belli they desired, knowing that the resulting scale of destruction would eventually alienate the West and radicalize the region.

Sinwar’s "Flood" effectively ended that luxury. By dragging the entity into Gaza, then Lebanon, he forced the "Resistance Axis" (Hezbollah, Ansar Allah, and eventually Iran) into a position where they had to fight or lose all regional credibility. It was a masterclass in entrapment: using the enemy’s strength (the two entities’ military alliance) to force his own allies’ hands.

3. The "Wildcard": Ansar Allah (The Houthis)

Many analysts underestimated the Houthis, but their ability to disrupt 12% of global trade and engage the US Navy "solo" provided the economic and logistical pressure necessary to keep the conflict from being contained within the borders of Gaza. It turned a regional skirmish into a global supply-chain crisis, forcing the world to pay attention.

The "True Promise" operations we now see, and saw last summer—the direct Iranian missile strikes on the entity—represent the final collapse of the old "proxy" rules.

Support for the entity is at a historic low in many global sectors. The "monolith" of the two entities’ invincibility has been cracked, not necessarily by military defeat, but by the visible cost of its victory.

The claim that the other entity has "abandoned its Gulf allies" is a staggering shift. If this other entity is seen as unable or unwilling to protect the oil routes or its traditional partners, the entire post-WWII security architecture of the Middle East dissolves.

The most "noir" element of this path to our current war is Sinwar's final act: taking up a rifle. In the world of surrealist noir or even Jungian archetypes, this is the "Warrior" fully embracing his shadow. Having set a world-burning fire in motion, he didn't hide in a bunker; he went out to meet the consequence of his own strategy. It lends the narrative a grim, cinematic finality—the strategist becoming a foot soldier in the chaos he authored.

Sinwar wasn't just a militant leader, but a systemic disruptor. He didn't play the game; he smashed the board because he realized he was losing on every square. This lead us to where we are today: the entire world at the crossroad of Iran and the two entities.  Sinwar has forced the world to chose which road to take. It it still doubtful this leads to the "judgment" of the two entities.  Nevertheless, the October 7th gambit has undeniably achieved its primary goal: nothing will ever return to the status quo of October 6th.

Khamenei Martyr

The latest entry in America’s perpetual wars is now in Day 3. Here are four random thoughts:

1. When the United States assassinated Iran’s Ayatollah Khamenei, Trump, as is his nature, bragged and aggrandized the murder, claiming it was a marvel of spy craft and surveillance. In other words, a brilliant operation under his extraordinary leadership. The truth, which always remains far from Trump, is that Khamenei refused to hide in a bunker. He told his staff since he could not move 90 million Iranians into a safe space, he would not move, either. The Americans and Israelis bombed him in his home office, a simple operation that required no *ethnic* cunning.

Khamenei, 86 years old and suffering from prostate cancer, saw a chance to die a martyr’s death. Seeing how easily American and Israeli mischief had recently provoked segments of the population to rebel, and knowing national unity was essential for Iran to survive a second US/Israel attack in less than a year, he judged his death would help unify the people against the *judeo-heretic Christian* attack.  He may not have been loved by all the people, he may have been a bastard to many, but, *he was their bastard,* as the saying goes.  For the people to see him be the first victim, knowing well they could be the next, would help bind together the opposing factions, and they might set aside their differences and hold together to resist the enemy.  So he sat in his home office while the Satanic Air Forces converged, no doubt recalling, in bittersweet irony, the words of the Jewish High Priest: it is expedient for us, that one man should die for the people, and that the whole nation perish not.

2. Speaking of the rebels who recently rose up against the Iranian regime, the US and Israel colossally blundered by inciting the rebellion before the *war.*  The Iranian authorities have now either killed or re-domesticated many of the most fanatical government opponents.  And even among the re-domesticated who still despise the regime, how many of them would be willing to *rise up,* as Trump and Netanyahu are now begging, in the middle of a war after seeing how Trump and Netanyahu left them out to dry just a few weeks ago?  A very stupid strategy.  Their dumb war should have been launched prior to their pathetic call for an uprising, and prior to exposing themselves as unreliable partners. 

3. China must be watching this *war* in Iran and growing ever more confident of its ascension.  The US and Israel lack the capacity for a prolonged engagement.  Three days into their reckless assault against Iran and they already are facing munitions shortages.  The US lacks the industrial might of China (or even Russia, which has built a weapons manufacturing base allowing it to grind out its brutish Ukraine war).  How could the US ever fight a lengthy war against China?  Even if the US acknowledged its precarious industrial position, and resolved to increase its production of missile interceptors, who would work the factories?  Would lazy Americans work 16 hour shifts to support a war effort?  Were America ever involved in a war with a world power such as China, it would have to beg to come back to work in the factories the colored people it now derides and persecutes and seeks to drive from its borders, LOL!  American military weakness is now exposed like her women’s private parts are exposed on OnlyFans.  Speaking of which, of course, as always when Israel and the US attack a Middle Eastern country, the *judeo-heretic Christians* claim they bring liberation to women.  50% of Iran’s doctors are women, 60% of its college students are women, 65% of its scientists are women.  0% of its women are on OnlyFans.  Women are born free, and everywhere they are in chains.  But some chains are less degrading than others.   

4. For over four decades I have been amazed at the intellectual shallowness of Americans, who refer to WW II as *The Good War.* They believe *the good* won.  They believe had *the evil ones* won, the world would have entered a new dark age.  This, of course, is laughable.  What is our current world, but a dark place of unending poverty and violence?  WW II was not a good war.  No war is good.  I came to this realization when studying the history of North Korea, and discovering the reason for the North Korean government’s *paranoia.* It was the result of *the good.*  Look at the fruits of WW II: the Middle East, Korea, Vietnam, Cambodia, Africa, Cuba, Central America, South America, Serbia, Kosovo, Ukraine, etc. Had the *evil ones* won the war, the victims would be from different borders (and, in all probability, would have numbered less).  But in the events of the last 2 to 3 years, with the undeniable cruelty inflicted upon Palestine and the current US/Israel aggression, a small number of Americans now realize WW II was not good, and the victors were certainly not good.  The vast majority of Americans still believe, and will always believe, the New World Order created out of WW II was wrought in Heaven.  But at least a few have had their eyes opened, they know this Order is far from the Kingdom of God, and that its rulers are anti-Christ.

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Trump’s Corrupt Communication

Beloved, when I gave all diligence to write unto you of the common salvation, it was needful for me to write unto you, and exhort you that ye should earnestly contend for the faith which was once delivered unto the saints. For there are certain men crept in unawares, who were before of old ordained to this condemnation, ungodly men, turning the grace of our God into lasciviousness, and denying the only Lord God, and our Lord Jesus Christ. I will therefore put you in remembrance, though ye once knew this, how that the Lord, having saved the people out of the land of Egypt, afterward destroyed them that believed not. And the angels which kept not their first estate, but left their own habitation, he hath reserved in everlasting chains under darkness unto the judgment of the great day. Even as Sodom and Gomorrha, and the cities about them in like manner, giving themselves over to fornication, and going after strange flesh, are set forth for an example, suffering the vengeance of eternal fire. Likewise also these filthy dreamers defile the flesh, despise dominion, and speak evil of dignities. Yet Michael the archangel, when contending with the devil he disputed about the body of Moses, durst not bring against him a railing accusation, but said, The Lord rebuke thee. But these speak evil of those things which they know not: but what they know naturally, as brute beasts, in those things they corrupt themselves.

I understand that many Americans will no doubt revel in Trump’s comments.  They will find personal satisfaction, and, indeed, temporary meaning for their lives.  This, of course, is a testimony against themselves, as they out themselves (as Trump long, long ago and many times over has outed himself) as brute beasts and enemies of our Lord Jesus Christ (even though they dare proclaim themselves *Christian*).

The remarks of Trump are repulsive.  No one with even the tiniest seed of faith will fail to be offended.

Of course, earlier in the day Trump murdered over 100 Iranian girls in their school.  Certainly these Satanic murders are far greater sins than Trump’s statement on the death of Khameini.  Yet those deaths will not even be spoken of in the United States or her lord Israel.  Khameini’s death will be the subject of the mighty, the wise and the noble.  My remarks are my testimony against them.  Only the weak and the poor concern themselves with the slaughter of the weak and the poor.  My prayers and sympathy are with them.

Oily Maniac

Oily Maniac: No, this isn’t a Laura Loomer biopic, it’s a 1976 Hong Kong Grade B exploitation/revenge/folk horror flick.  The story follows Shen Yuan (portrayed by the prolific Hong Kong Action/Martial Arts actor Danny Lee, probably best known to American audiences from John Woo’s 1989 The Killer), a gentle legal assistant whose life is defined by the limitations of a leg crippled by polio.  Indeed, Shen shuffles around with forearm crutches in much the same fashion as Breaking Bad’s Walt Jr.  But anyways, Shen’s world collapses when his paternal figure is wrongfully sentenced to death for a crime committed in self-defense. Before his execution, the elder reveals a secret: a magical tattoo that grants the power of the Orang (the Oily Man).

Driven by a thirst for justice, Shen Yuan performs the ritual, plunging into a pool of oil that springs up from the hole he has dug in his living room (?!?!) and emerging as the titular Oily Maniac—a hulking, slime-covered monster with glowing yellow eyes and a cheesy-looking beating red heart. Initially, Shen’s maniac alter-ego acts as a supernatural vigilante, using his ability to dissolve into a liquid puddle to bypass locked doors and avenge his family. However, the power quickly corrupts (with great power comes great. . .well, you know).

As the loopy film progresses through various stages of plot and subplot illogic, Shen’s *justice* becomes increasingly erratic. Between protecting his unrequited love, Yue, from gangsters and a corrupt lawyer, the crippled oriental incel embarks on a goofily charming misogynistic killing spree—targeting everything from negligent plastic surgeons to women in their bathtubs. The film reaches a fever pitch as the authorities and his own moral decay close in. Ultimately, the very substance that granted him power becomes his undoing: he is cornered and set ablaze, meeting a fiery, inevitable end.

Supposedly inspired by a Malaysian legend, Oily Maniac seems like an British Petroleum-sponsored remake of The Blob, or an Exxon prototype of The Toxic Avenger.

Shot in Malaysia, I can’t tell whether the sallow-skinned thespian cast is Chinese or Malay or a mongrel mix of both. What I do know is that most of the female cast, at one point or another, is topless and bottomless, though sans frontal genital nudity.  The bodies of the jaundiced girls aren’t bad, though some of their faces are pretty rough.  The film’s most memorable dumb subplot depicts a pallid prostitute getting her hymen reattached so customers will think she’s a virgin.

All in all, Oily Maniac is kOOky (and literal) crude fun.