Pine trees will burn. Zombie consumers will starve. Merry Cuckmas.


Ignore the lights, the gifts, the massive gorging on food.  Ignore the fruit cakes, the obligatory gift giving, the phallic and idolatrous christmas tree.  Ignore the bullshit cries of “Happy Holidays” from those insolent cowards to afraid of their own shadows to just shout their true feelings.  When slime infested mealy mouthed betrayers of western civilization look down and and quietly mumble anything aside from the word christmas, know that they worship Lord Moloch but don’t have the fortitude to admit it.  Never forget, cowards are hated by both sides.christmastreefire2

Worse than that are the hideous cucks in human form.  Mark Driscoll is a petulant stain, a con artist, a fiend for putting down other men.  His cuckhole (mouth) is responisble for more destroyed marriages than mandatory alimony.   Moloch honors this man who longs to teach women how to divorce rape their husbands and to use the full might of the police force against them.  Happy Cuck Day Mark!

Matt Walsh is a feminist of the worst sort.  He knows that women are bright, and strong and sincere, and caring and generous, and they can do any thing any man can do, probably better.  Except for when what they do causes deleterious effects.  Then its some man’s fault.  Some horrible, nasty, brutish, churlish, tricksy man.  Dirty, nasty, man, hobbitses. Good thing Matt Walsh isn’t like that.  He’s a true man’s man.  One day if he keeps this up he’ll be cucked just like in Mark Driscoll’s Cuckmas Story and get to raise some child who must have been concieved by divine cucking.

Finally, our hat trick of Kwanzaa cuckery includes a man who attempted to “own” the title cuck.  Matt McGorry is a brave young cuck, who went on the “battlefield” of twitter with this courageous declaration of voluntary adultery support:


1,149 fellow following faggots decided that they enjoyed the thought of Matt licking baby batter from his wife’s weeping wound.  He was so encouraged he followed up with this little gem.


Cuck 4 Lyfe indeed.  For the rest of your meaningless life, until you spend time and resources raising some other man’s spawn.  Then some horrid, cis-gender, straigth white male with the temerity to call himself the “Reagan Admirer”  called the cuck bluff, asking for his wife’s number.  Moloch LOL’ed.

Lets never forget the reason for season.  Jesus mentioned Hell more than any other person in the bible.  These cucks have an eternal home waiting on them, engulfed in torment and flames just like their precious trees.  Merry Fucking Cuckmas.

Good practice for game time.  Burn these trees.  Cucks, this is a look into your future.

Money for Moloch. Bend the knee. All your children are belong to us. Part 2.

Abortion section 2

For those just joining, please see part one here.

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.


The Old temple of Moloch was a work of art an artistic creation, made by a blessed disciple.Templeofmolochold

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.



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 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 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 old devotees of Moloch were rich women who had dalliances with men molochsdevoutedoldnot 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 offspringmolochsdevoutednew through the generous donations to the United States of Cuckmerica’s wealth redistribution network.  Even those who don’t worship Moloch support him!






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.