Aeriga is the goddess that receives the prayers of the lazy, the indolent, the slothful and the gluttonous. We, the illumed, have elevated a little known Greek deity into a colossal beacon of worship for an entire nation.
Modern cucks sit in front of TV’s larger than they are, slavering chicken grease across their triple chins, lusting after their favorite negro ball toucher. “He is so fast.” Says cuck A. “He is so strong” says cuck B. They each wear jerseys, branding their loyal following of their favorite athlete, their patron saint. They high five each other with saucy hands, dreaming of the day when their cuckish fantasies will be fulfilled. Perhaps with prayer and dedication, one day, their wives will be allowed to sexually satiate these “gods of the gridiron” and they will be the fortunate few cucks to clean up afterwards.
Worship of Aeriga is not limited to those with cuck fantasies however. The mere act of excess watching, sports, dramas, anything, and lustily stuffing face with copious amounts of fried fat has been elevated to a new form of worship. Not with violence, not with hate, not with envy, but with wanton desire, do these foul souls worship at the altar of our beloved masters. Over indulgence used to be viewed as a shameful thing, a vice, but through careful planning we have transformed disgust into dignity. We have elevated lack of self-control to an art form and the masses are all virtuosos. They worship through sloth, through laziness, through gluttony.
Their worship is counted in the self induced heart attack, the cholesterol filled arteries, the endless food detritus strewn on their clothes and floor. Each crushed potato chip, each shoulder brushed cheeto crumb is testament to their insatiable nutritional blasphemy. Their steadfast dedication to transforming food from nourishment into a slow suicide is the purest expression of faith. Not only do they sacrifice their own health and well being, they harm society, disgust others, and bring glorious dishonor to their family.
Every Cardiac arrest, every triple bypass surgery, every electric scooter transporting someone too fat to walk is a shinning testimony to uncontrolled digestion perversion. Through their fierce inactivity they bow and worship at the feet of their goddess. At the feet of America’s deity rests a plaque which begs for the starving masses of humanity, fodder to transform into bloated land whales abominations.
The altar of television where Americans dedicate the majority of the disposable time is overflowing with the devotion of the swine we Illumed are justly going to bring to slaughter. We must content ourselves with sheering for now but what a harvest it is. The slovenly peasants make themselves available on our timetable at our whim. The fruit ripens on Aeriga Day, to the peons, The Super Bowl.