Tantalized by the ancient ceremonies of our master, you feverishly long for the interpretation of this modern dream of abortion. Await no longer. Moloch has blessed me with the knowledge to translate the old into the new, and show just how you too can be a devoted follower of the horned bull.
TEMPLE OF MOLOCH
The Old temple of Moloch was a work of art an artistic creation, made by a blessed disciple.
The New temple of Moloch lacks the grace and sophistication, but is far more precise and orderly. In addition, its very inconspicuous nature allows it to process thousands more sacrifices than ever previously imagined.
IDOL OF MOLOCH
The ancient Idol of Moloch could have been anything from a wicker statue of a bull to a great brass creation. The new idol is far less intimidating at first blush. But when you understand that the full weight and might of the United States of Cuckmerican’s armed forces will literally kill you for offending a woman’s choice, the bull looks downright friendly.
As you can see, there is no face, so that every woman can imagine herself a modern day princess. Grande Mocha Chino Latte Enema in on hand and Social Umbilical Affirmation Device in the other.
THE PRIEST OF MOLOCH
The old priest wore what was considered reverent and holy garments. The were meant to inspire awe and fear. Since the citizens of Cuckmerica are so jaded and flippant little will inspire real awe in them aside from brushed with celebrity. The new priest wears a utilitarian outfit, easy to clean, efficient to use. It lacks the pomp and splendor, but the blood from the infants is so much easier to wash off.
THE SACRIFICE OF MOLOCH
The old days were full of pomp and zeal. The child to be burned was usually awake and screaming, the horns blew, the drums beat. A glorious oblation to Moloch and the child was burned to a cracked cinder.
The new sacrifice is usually still in Utero while the service is completed. But still we can take fascination in the clinical savagery of stirring salt into the infant’s brain and pulling it out with a powerful suction tube,
THE DEVOUT OF MOLOCH
The old devotees of Moloch were rich women who had dalliances with men not their husband and wanted to hide the cuckoldry. Or they had bastards they were ashamed of. Or they simply wanted to maintain their life style and not take care of a child. Reasonable decisions all.
The new Moloch devotee is very similar. The difference is even poor women can now sacrifice their offspring through the generous donations to the United States of Cuckmerica’s wealth redistribution network. Even those who don’t worship Moloch support him!
All the Illumined rejoice. We all know that in the holy war against straight white men, erstwhile enemies will join forces to warp and destroy the foe. Even after the living embodiment of islamic pride in Florida, some cucks will joyfully say that Islam is the religion of peace. Even though the irony of the cucks self delusional idiocy is a great balm and source of enjoyment to Lord Moloch, he does like to see his children unite to fight a common foe. As if divine intervention were made manifest, our lords dearest wishes some to life. A devoted practitioner of perversion sides with a follower of Islam in a bid to castigate and castrate a willing nation of cucks.
No doubt most are well aware of the Cuckmerican football player, Keapernick, who is horribly underpaid and oppressed and thusly forced to courageously laugh in the face of his cuck fans by not participating in their religious act of patriotism.
The pathetic eunuchs shed salty tears and weep into their light beer. “How dare this man not participate in my simulated masculinity subimination!” The cucks will stomp their feet in pretend anger and then send their sons and daughters to die to defend his right to take their money from them. Glorious.
The glorious of Islam is a wonderful antagonist to our perverse allies. While their holy book does not specify in which way the gay must be terminated,they seem to take a particular glee in using gravity and tall buildings. Clearly there is much entertainment to be had from the sudden stop.
Enter our scissoring hero. Sporting a beautiful and feminine hairstyle, bearing a gold medal as the best her country has to offer, our female goddess is a role model for all cuck fathers to show to their daughters. Who wouldn’t want their daughter to be part of the scene below. Love wins, love is real, all you need is love. And love is two women rubbing their genitals together until the friction causes one of them to eat an entire bag of doritos in a sitting. Love is also a frying pan. In your lovers face.
With all of the animosity between these two, the Muslim and the Dyke, Muhammed and Ishtar, what could possibly bring them together in blessed unity? Only the machinations of our blessed lord Moloch and their hatred of the straight white men.
Some fearful cringing meat sacks limply cried that precious human life would die amidst the cloudy desolation of a nuclear sacrifice (holocaust to the uninformed cucks reading). Preposterous. Moloch’s sulfur tears of joy rain to the earth upon the realization that the end of humanity will begin with “men” such as this licking the sexual detritus from the weeping love chanal of their goddesses. Braying about sentencing their existence to extinction, prideful in ending their own genetic line.
The illumined have long worked towards this ultimate goal, to control the chattel upon which we feast, not through the dangling carrot, or the threatening stick, but through their own literal life-force abnegation.
Gaze in open wonder at the miracle that lord Moloch has wrought. Well beyond Black Lives Matter, the cucks now openly desire their own genocide.
“Today has been a reminder of the irony that those concerned about the “extinction” of the white race are
the best argument for its demise.” The cuck crows once. We take these powerful self fulfilling words, manna from the mouth of Moloch and replace them with other beautiful words of power…
Dearest Readers, here is a guest post from one Mrs. Silence Dogood.
And now this. As most of you know, lord Moloch hath proclaimed the anointed half-breed raised out of white guilt and self-hatred of the wrong ones, Colin Kaepernick, has recently seen fit to stay seated during the Anthem of America. Indeed, Moloch sees it as good, as the last thing the wretched tools of the lord need is to have pride in a country that provided them so much. But do not think, low followers, that you have not something to give for the cause. Do not think that you need be successful, well liked, athletic, or attractive to help our cause. Do not think that you have not the words, nor the intellect, nor logic, nor even a good argument to bear. Moloch doesn’t need these, nor want them; he only asks your undying allegiance to him and his adoration. Want proof?
Take the recent article in fox news where Failure Singer John Legend calls the national anthem “weak.” He is right, for the strength it takes to fight while “bombs bursting in air” is nothing compared to the strength it takes to sit down for 1:44 after coming from a brisk 68 degree locker room after loosening up with swedish massage. That takes guts. But Back to our beloved Social Justice Warrior; this Franklin the Turtle look alike, with chia-pet hair carefully held in place with copies amounts of petroleum product meant for gay anal poundage is right in every sense of the word. He even found lyrics that don’t exist in the song which back our cause. When confronted with a ridiculously logical argument, that Colin’s argument was never about the lyrics in the first place, he replies in true rhetoric fashion, that it “wasn’t about the lyrics, it was about the value of lives of people of color in america.” BOOM! Take that, bitch! Use of the word “of” three times in one sentence and reinforcing the idea that only the lives of some count to lord Moloch. Praise him! and death to the witch, who believed she was good for anything other than sexual animalistic gratification and reproduction for the “vibrant youths,” which her cuckold hubby doth “accepted” as neighbors.
Father’s Day. A day when scorn and indignation are heaped upon all men from all angles. Instead of BBQ’s, golf clubs, and ties, we are gifted scorn, contempt, and condescension. Pastors say: “Man up and marry those single moms who wouldn’t give you the time of day in their 20’s” (Marc Driscoll). Baby Boomers screech “Go to college and get an education and then work your ass off at your job”. A job that treats you as a fungible asset and will lay you off as soon as their quarterly earnings reports are due. They forget to tell you about the fun of student loan debt that is non dispersible through bankruptcy (Student loan debt non-dischargeable). “Ask not what your country can do for you but what you can do for your country” they chide, a country that hates straight white men and wants desperately to see them destroyed. Be proud of your culture, a culture that gives no respect to men. Find a good woman, get married and have kids with used up sluts that love initiating divorce (70%) as a pathway to EPL nirvana. Previous partners (even 1) are likely to signal divorce, and a horrible sex life (N>0 is a no go). This is a net, a web, a veritable matrix, created for just one purpose, to enslave the minds of men.
Allow me to untangle this filthy web of shit, line by fecal line. Preface, if you marry a single mother out of love and understand the risks and obligations you are taking on, and consider it a service unto God (Jehovah) carry on soldier. But for everyone else, when rectal breath Marc Driscoll unloads this crap-sandwich “After all, Jesus’ mother was a single mom until Joseph married her and adopted Jesus.” it induces nonstop dry heaving followed by internal hemorrhaging (Marc Driscoll). So Joseph was cuckolded by the holy ghost? You should watch yourself there “pastor”. Matthew 12:31 says, “Wherefore I say unto you, all manner of sin and blasphemy shall be forgiven unto men: but the blasphemy against the Holy Ghost shall not be forgiven unto men.” By calling the incarnation of the one true lord and savior an act of cuckolding you may have just achieved the one unforgivable sin. The bottom line is this, quit telling us who we are obligated to marry. We just got told for our entire lives what a sacrifice and obligation marriage is, that our wives don’t have to have sex with us if the mood isn’t perfect, don’t have to do what we say but we sure as hellfire have to sacrifice literally everything for them, so don’t you self-righteous prigs dare to tell us who the hell to marry. I don’t have to be a slave, but if i choose to be one, I will pick my own master.
Why work hard? Why go to school? So I work my tail off going to college, working third shift so I don’t go into debt to get some stupid piece of paper that says I can follow the rules? And then once I get a job at some company that would happily trade me for a H1-B visa from India at half the price? And now I have debt that will literally follow me right down into hell, or jail, whichever comes first. Thanks to the sax playing favorite President of the Baby Boomers there is no escape from college loans, ever. And unlike drugs no one ever said to be careful, instead our parents whored out our future for us to rot our brains in communist indoctrination camps in return for our eternal indentured servitude. Sucks to your Ass-mar. We don’t need your “Schooling” and we don’t need your “hard work” or your damn status whoring “piece of paper” you call a degree. Fuck off and die.
Now that we have our DEGREE (or you could call it confirmation of worship at the altar of state education) we can start courting the available dating pool. A selection of lazy land whales, saddled with all the college debt we just might have been smart enough to avoid. Girls who had gangbangs in college, but “aren’t like that anymore” and saved their limp starfish sex just for us. They think they are princesses. Guess what princess, fuck you! No really. I mean it, fuck you, and your cuck entitlement teaching beta father and all the bitch boy beta orbiters who taught you to say “I deserve” like a damn religious mantra. You are useless disgruntled cunt at your worst, and your best is still a shit sandwhich. When you greedy stuck up bitches can look at a mother of 4 living in a suburban house and feel for her like you do a chemo victim (Princess Experience), well “fuck you forever until you rot in hell” just isn’t strong enough.
So maybe just maybe after I take on a host of debt I don’t want to live in some stupidly large McMansion for princess just so eight years later she can take the house, the car, and the kids from me? That I can be on the hook for whatever the hell amount of money some shit bag judge says I should pay? That’s why I should man up? To have supervised visits with my children once a month? Fuck you very much.
So now you can look at us and call names, racist, misogynist, homophobic, limp dick basement dwelling Xbox addicted, virgin faggots. We are the untermensch, the men you expect to hold up your hair as you vomit up the remnants of last night’s partying while you were getting gangbanged by the lacrosse team. You expect us to marry you after you drank gallons of cum from the football squad. You want us to buy you a house and a car and give up our friends after you video yourself-doing a threesome with your bestie and a basketball player. You’ll scream “you just hate women” and we laugh as the shaming garbage chute you call your mouth fails to hurt us. After watching our own mother shit down the throat of the family she decapitated we start to replace the word Princess with Bitch. Whore. Fucking Slut. Cunt. You can’t squeeze any more blood from this turnip. Man up? We did when we told you to fuck off and die.
So here we are as a generation, held aloft by our collars, not caring in the least. Degraded, derided, called racist, misogynist, homophobic, lazy, useless, the psychological punches to the face still hurt but they no longer inspire fear. So here you stand culture, and with all of your strength what can you do to us? You have nothing, nothing to threaten us with. You have taken away the chance for a family, the chance for a loving wife, the chance for a career, the chance for a country. Your movies, TV, commercials, and propaganda no longer inspire shame. They inspire apathy, no, they inspire hate. This country, this culture, is more cancer than it is body. There is no cure and it must die. We don’t just want to watch your world burn, we want to start the fire.