Money for Moloch. Bend the knee. All your children are belong to us. Part 1.

molochthrone5Pitifully deluded neck-bearded atheists, fat Cheetos wielding spergs, transgendered cis-mobiles, all are promising grist for the mill.  Yet they fail to live up to their worshipful potential as spiritual food and still Moloch hungers.  The question remains, how do the Illumed transition the current passive worship into a more active relationship between they the harvesters and the people, the cattle?

All credit where due, worship of convenience, of material goods, of Mammon, has made a feast day for our Lord Moloch. A bounty, a glut, a cornucopia of foetal flesh has been bestowed by these blessed United States.  Since the ordained day of sanctification, a day the uninformed foolishly call Roe V Wade, we have harvested some 57+ million souls. With the blessing and consecration of the government of the US of A we have molochthrone4reaped some where over 100 million pounds of succulent innocent flesh.

Convinced that abortion (it-self a wonderful euphemism) is merely an out patient procedure, we have lulled the masses into a fog of sweet complacency.  Almost as beautiful is the word Pro-Choice, who could be against choice? Regardless of the term, follow a somewhat condescending view of how to  make Moloch, mainstream.

In the ancient world, kings and plebes alike would visit their respective shrines of Moloch.  The king’s shrine, large, shinning in the sun, honed from hours of labor, bright polished brass and bronze.  Underneath the magnificent bull headed sculpture, a furnace, heated with coal fires and stoked with a bellows, transferring the heat to the welcoming arms.molochthrone2

The poor may have had a makeshift wicker statue, a wooden simulacrum burned alike with the child, Moloch more than happy to receive the sacrifice none the less.

Kings and beggars alike, both accosted by the unbearable burden of bastards, become equals before the bull headed god.  Paying their tithe to the priest, he accepting the paupers penny along with the kimolochthrone3ngs golden coin.  Their wives, the true devotees, bend the knee before the priest, transferring the money, the gong, the horn, the trumpet sound.  The child cast alive onto the overwhelming warmth, the screams excised by the ecstasy of the priest’s fervent prayers.  The charred remains, the ultimate testament of love, of sacrifice, of devotion.

To the uninformed this ancient rite has little to do with the current abortion “procedure”.  In the next post I will politely illuminate the minor differences and posit a humble solution to bring Moloch to the masses.


Blackest Friday. Mammon Monday. Give us your thanks.


Hordes of hungry holiday shoppers rampage through the vast tundra of stripmalls and shopping centers.  Lust, envy, covetous yearnings raging, a miasma of animal instinct, atavistic hatred roiling in their veins.  Thank Mammon it is Black Friday yet again!

A day when the corporations accept your worshipful donations and celebrate their personhood.  If material wealth, if the latest in status affirming technology can’t  bring the masses happiness then what ever could?

However there is never enough!  There is a desperate need to increase the amount of ennui of the standard shopper lest the gapping jaws of Mammon go hungry.  The masses must feel as if their very salvation is derived directly from the amount of goods they purchase.  Their soul and sole nourishment must be directly correlated with their shopping stamina.  Mere money is not enough, time no longer suffices, worship, Mammonplain and unadulterated at the feet of great Mammon is the next and only way forward.

We the illumed realize the only true worship is sacrifice.  The greater the sacrifice the greater the harvest for our great lord.   While Moloch is the undisputed successor in the reaping of innocent souls, lord Mammon has made excellent strides in fomenting an unquenchable desire to purchase in the feeble simpletons that populate this world.

Look at the bountiful harvest of greed driven violence reaped during this black Friday.  However, times are lean.  The frivolous spending of boom times is quickly coming to an end as are the unrepentant ravings of spending drunk lunatics.  Austerity produces a serenity and sobriety that cannot be allowed.  The ideal subject is one as maladjusted, as envious, conniving, and manically seeking to acquire as our lord hmammon3imself.

The only cure is to create an addict.  A fiend so addicted to acquisition that they must consume ever more.  The goal is to force them into precarious situations where by acquisition is both a necessity as well as a penalty in and of itself.  Our end is the man who will go into debt to purchase objects of no use that are nigh worthless.  Our goal is a man who will trudge through danger and depravity to obtain things he neither wants nor needs for reasons he cannot understand.  In the end we want the soul of the man and to give him nothing in return.

In the end the converts of Mammon are so devoted they are void of humanity.  Hungering only for their next purchase they wander in a daze, led where we will them.