A Model Cuck. Genocidal Revelation. Moloch’s tears of joy.

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…

 

• Those concerned about the “extinction” of the black race are the best argument for its demise.
• Those concerned about the “extinction” of the Jews are the best argument for its demise.

And Moloch’s most miniscule minion’s personal favorite,

THOSE CONCERNED ABOUT THE EXTINCTION OF THE HUMAN RACE ARE THE BEST ARGUMENT FOR ITS DEMISE.

There is no fear.  The goal is insight.  The illumined can sense in the future the desired output of ages, not brought about by weapons, or power, or control, but by pathetic mewling cucks.  Moloch Wept.

This poor cuck is a fountain of gluttonous joy, producing mental pain and suffering that our lord and master feast upon like succulents dainties.  The cur also enjoys braggadocio about his weakness and the power of his daugher.  “Let it be known that my daughter can lift more than I do. Because she’s on her school’s weightlifting team, and also because she’s awesome.”  The cuck crows twice.  “Some dudes online are making fun of me because you can lift more than I can.  {Daughter} That’s because the’re pathetic losers, dad.”  Yes cuck, your oblations are a sweet savor.  No lie is as beautiful as the one you tell yourself.

The pictures above are the mere genesis of this unbeknownst devotee of Moloch. “what I am reminded of is that I have the power, with just a simple, entirely mild instance of cross-dressing, to raise hundreds of dollars in minutes for a worthy charitable organization.”  The cuck crows thrice.  Glorious savour to our lord.  Normalize  the perversion, make acceptable crossdressing and gender fluidity.  All for a good cause of course.   The road to Moloch is paved with the best of intentions.