Are corporations people? Unless you are a flaming cuck-bot you answered yes. You answered yes because it is the truth. We the feckless, sportsball obsessed, consumer whore johns, have watched as hundreds of years have passed granting entities the rights of humans and done nothing to stop it. Judges, ruling from the bench, have solipsistically granted life to faceless sets of books, charts of numbers, procedural documents and codes of conduct. These frankenstein’s monster’s take in human life and vomit up pain, and heartache, and suffering. They produce beige committee produced non-offensive rubber protected plastic feces, guaranteed to do nothing but dull your mind into a stupor. Hail these corporations, they are our lords. We kneel to Duchess Starbucks, and delicately fondle the testicles of Lord Apple as we fellate his protrusion, our money, our time, the lubrication, our posteriors raised in the air, expectantly awaiting.
So who sits atop the mountain of rules and regulations, the tower of file cabinets, the empire of cubicles? Cuckstians will swear that the bible is what they believe in and that Christ was born of a virgin (unless they are true cuckstians and view Joseph as the pen-ultimate CUCK), and then turn around and deny that evil and malevolent entities exist. Cuck-bags are wrong again. Your own book says demons are real at least 7 times. Their is absolute beauty in watching weak chinned cuckstians do mental somersaults to try to deny the existence of malevolent extra human beings.
The plain fact of the matter is that demons, devils, god, demigods, etc, are all real, just like gravity. We can’t explain them, we can’t account for their actions, and we sure as hell cant stop them, but denying their existence is as stupid as denying the existence of gravity. These corporations are real, they are alive, and they do hunger.
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.
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.
Ever been asked whether a tree falling in the forest makes a sound if no one is around to hear it? If you answered no, is the number of cocks you have sucked measured in thousands or tens of thousands? If you answered something cuckish like “it depends”, “I don’t know”, or “maybe”, like a wishy washy, mayonnaise sandwich,
who fucking cares what you think? You don’t have the amygdala to handle a confrontation with a flaccid wet grocery bag. If you answered yes congratulations you understand objective truth.
Lets think about this real damn hard. What the hell is sound anyway? Sound is defined by ANSI/ASA S1.1-2013 as “(a) Oscillation in pressure, stress, particle displacement, particle velocity, etc., propagated in a medium with internal forces (e.g., elastic or viscous), or the superposition of such propagated oscillation. (b) Auditory sensation evoked by the oscillation described in (a).” According to this definition, lets look at the above scenario. A trees falls in the woods. The tree falling provides “pressure” (on the air the tree falls through, on the ground and on the tree itself when it impacts the ground), “stress” (likewise to all preceding parties), “particle displacement” (air, ground, tree), and “particle velocity” (same).
All of category A is satisfied, every piece. If you have an argument, even a queer bait little sophist argument, lets see it. Brandish that shit like a baseball bat and take a swing. Next category, B. Here is the real question, cucklet. “Auditory sensation evoked by the oscillation described in (a)” That the “auditory sensation evoked” is made is no longer a question, it was apparent when it checked every single box in A. The only way one could twist the underwear of the english language into a tight ball of severed testicles is to say that a sensation does not exist if there is nothing to experience it.
Allow me to face fuck that stupid notion to an untimely death.
Does a forest fire not seen burn the forest?
Does a plant not watched growing grow?
Does a flood not watched not cause water damage?
Does paint not watched not dry?
Wake the hell up, insolent cuck bag. You know that shit happens even if you don’t watch it. You know it like you know Caitlyn Jenner is a fucking man, like you know Miley Cyrus was more attractive with long hair, like you know the USA hasn’t won a single war since WW2. Truth hurts, that is how you know its fucking true. Cucktards love pretty little lies. They use them as warm bubble blankets they pull tight around themselves and stuff in their ears to stifle the sound of their wife getting boned into the floorboards.
Don’t be a cuck. Embrace the truth. That tree makes a sound even if your precious sensitive ears aren’t around to hear it. Deal with it. Use it. Let it make you stronger.
A few of the more degenerate of you will sell your children into the hands of those self same predators so that the torture time your kids spend on the “casting Couch” gets you a chance to sniff the crotch of some D list celebrity. You status whoring cucks sell your childrens soul for a chance to bathe in the putrid fountain of fame. Hell was made for you.
You politicians who look the other way or who engage in these predatory sexual acts are destined for night of the long knives. Regardless of who sits atop the country’s executive branch, you all need to start measuring your necks. No one, not Trump, not Shitlary, not even Moloch himself can save you from the vengeance you bastards have brought upon yourselves. You sick freaks keep saying that “Children are the future”. Why hell do you keep fucking your future in the ass? Guillotines are what you have been building for the masses, but the pit you dug is the one you are going to fall into. Don’t you inbred shits realise that your demonic overlord is just going to laugh when you get walked up the gallows stairs and punch your one way ticket to an eternity of pain and torment?
Finally, you sick fucking Cuckstians. You milk-toast shit stains, afraid of your own shadow, claiming that cowardice is meekness (Read this article). Your Ishtar worshiping has become so prevalent that you lack the testicular fortitude to do what your own damn book says. You faggot cucks don’t worship Jesus no matter how many times your cuck beaks squawk out his name. Read his words and weep, spineless worms.
Matt 18:6 But whoso shall offend one of these little ones which believe in me, it were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and that he were drowned in the depth of the sea.
Luke 17:2 It were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and he cast into the sea, than that he should offend one of these little ones.
Mark 9:42 And whosoever shall offend one of these little ones that believe in me, it is better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and he were cast into the sea.
Millstones are expensive and hard to find. Bullets are cheap, rope is cheap, sharpened sticks are very cheap and there are plenty to spare.
And for all you wincing gammas who want to concern troll and virtue signal about forgiveness and other crackpot bullshit, first off fuck you forever. This shit doesn’t get forgiven by men on earth, ever. It might be forgiven by God but that is between him and the sorry sack of fecal matter involved. Secondly, until your family has been destroyed by child molestation and you personally have to live with the effects of it, shut your carb eating, salad tossing, dick hole.
They swear that the parable of the good Samaritan includes aid to anyone at any cost to self.This of course includes allowing others (refugees are wonderful at this) to rape your wife and daughters, more specifically doing nothing about it, even celebrating it.
Defending yourself (if white or cuckstian) is racist, and homophobic, and misogynistic.
Women who divorce their husbands are heroes and deserved to be remunerated even after remarrying another man.
Saying anything any women doesn’t like, or retroactively doesn’t like is wrong. It is punishable by castration and then death.
Sexaully pleaseing a woman is the responsibility of the select few men women coronate with the honor. All other men should be happy to be informed of the details or not.
If your presence makes a woman feel unsafe, or if she dubs you creepy, or gross, the punishment is immediate castration followed by slavery or death.
Only pre-approved men may have sexual feelings about women. If you are unsure about your approval you do not have it.
Men who are unapproved for beta-recovery relationships with women are not allowed to go their own way. Instead they must continue to work and transfer excess or all wealth to authorized female distribution centers.
Today, is Cuck-Friday. The day that cucks trudge behind their better halves who will spend all of their money on useless consumer bullshit.
Cucks, you keep saying God this and Jesus that. I don’t think it means what you think it means.
The United States of Cuckmerica stands in awe at this moment of historic decision. One one hand we have a golden fleeced combover leading a mouth breathing, knuckle dragging horde of racist, misogynistic, homophobic, cis-gender, white males. On the other hand we have a beautiful and powerful woman, robed in the most glorious of pant suits, courageously fighting through a host of ailments, all the while supporting her philandering husband and taking loving care of her ever so sexy aide-de-camp.
The sweet, sweet sound of lingering lesbian lips are the hallmark, the key to unlock a rainbow door into the bright light of the future vision of Cuckmerica. Glorious transgender minority other kin, sodogamy activists, militants scissoring dykes, and all other oppressed peoples will finally band together and overthrow the shackles of the oppressive white males. Will the floundering cucks succumb to their testosterone poisoning or willingly ingest their estrogen and submit to their destiny of petulance?
A wheel within a wheel spins and a cucktastrophe lingers, waiting in the wings. As ultimate victory looms, a tear in the fabric of the beatific media generated reality brings a warning. With out a single doubt Black Lives Matter, and Cuckball must be watched, but how dare these deplorable white men dare raise a stink about their final spiral into extinction? What nerve to challenge our narrative? Don’t you fools realise your wives are your better halves? Happy Wife Happy life right?
Moloch stands with Hillary. The sweat savor of dead fetal flesh is the pinnacle of our great brass god. We stand in awe as he converges a host of otherwise would be foes; Muslims, Sodomites, Cucks, Lationos, Transgenders, BLMs, otherkins, Furrys, Fat acceptance, Social Justice Warriors. All are welcome, they only need sacrifice their children to our lord. And without fail they all do.
The only hold out to a utopia of delicate unborn delectables is the pathetic deplorables who are unwilling to accept their cuckish fate. We have used the magic talisman words on them, RACYCISS, HOMOPHOBE, CIS-GENDER FUCK. They aren’t working anymore. Moloch demands more souls so that the precious magic can return. We must shame them into submission.
The “males” of the Cuckpublican party dream only of standing true to their glorious voyeuristic nature both in their bedroom and in politics. They long to have their nation taken from them as they self pleasure into an orgiastic cuckgasm. The final dream of the cucked white men is to have vibrant youths rape them to death in front of their wives. Their final earthly vision is the welcome arms of Moloch. Moloch is with her.
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…
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.
Moloch is pleased by the media’s and the populus adherence to the beautiful campaign of #blacklivesmatter. Few contribute more to his worship. Blessed are those who produce and sacrifice their children! Moloch even now prepares a bountiful harvest for them to reap, a repayment in blood. Margaret Sanger weeps with pain and joy deep the in the bowels of hell, secure in the knowledge that her plan to butcher blacks has not only been accepted but followed and fought for by her very targets. There is no end to the fountain of blood. Moloch cares not from whence the blood, only that it flows.
Strangely, the human wave of violence and destruction seeks most often to harm its own habitat. The death and carnage are nourishing to our lord, yet the fat of the land, the cuck underbelly remains untouched. Sylville Smith’s sister, an ardent Moloch devotee said it best, “Y’all burning down sh*t we need in our community. Take that sh*t to the suburbs. Burn that sh*t down. We need our weave.” Indeed, they do need their weave, and the pathetic cucks in suburbia will supply it to them either voluntarily or at gun point.
The current riots and violence are a bountiful harvest, but Moloch ever hungers. How to increase this is and always will be the goal. An EBT shutdown on OCT 12, 2013, planned for 11 states was the first preview of how to accomplish this. The violence and hate on display after only 12 hours of entitlement cut-off were extraordinary. Image 24 hours, 48, 72, a week.
There is bonanza of soft white cucks begging to be killed and eaten, thirsting sexually for their wives and daughters to be raped. Prepare for Glory! How many straight white men have to die to make up for slavery? All of them. How many white women have to be raped? MOAR! There is no end, there is no final victory. The retribution will not stop and Moloch will not be sated. Feed these fires, let them burn.
Hand over your heart cucks, the trumpet is playing taps. Stand in triumphant idiocy, a moronic slowly sinking smile upon your low IQ face. Your virtue signaling has payed off, a wonderful success. Your hindenberg of a national defense burns with the brightness of the sun. Until it is guttered and the inescapable black of night washes over your frail and feeble heart. You find yourself alone in the dark wilderness, those who held the night at bay castigated and castrated, their suffering cheered on by you. And now desperate and full of shame, the terror that you freed has come to claim its due. Moloch cares not from whence the blood flows, only that it flows.
In our previous outing on the subject we started the “10 Military Cuckmandments.” Powers more apt and intelligent have determined that this should be changed to:
Have a series of decades long unwinnable conflicts with no stated benchmarks for victory with varying degrees of legitimacy
An oppressive systems of contradictory Rules of Engagement where there is as much or more fear of prosecution by one’s own nation as death at the hands of the enemy
Delegitimize or remove rites of passage for elite groups
Encourage lawsuits and legalese amongst the soldiers
Destroy esprit de corps through hours of mandatory demoralizing propaganda
Encourage soldiers to not resist but cooperate when being taken hostage
Force Male soldiers to pretend to be something they can never be, pregnant
Force female soldiers to pretend to be something they can never be, soldiers
Make all spaces primarily female and trans friendly
Turn all armed forces into social welfare programs
This beautiful handguide for the illumined is a foolproof plan to take any military organization no matter how powerful or how well funded and eunuch it from the inside. Indeed, the more well funded the better off your infiltration and degradation may go as you can shift the bulk of money from equipment and training to propaganda and needless internal lawsuits as well as an infinity of gender classifications and their respective bathroom needs. Once even a simple majority of these have taken hold the end of the effectiveness of that nation’s army is all but ensured. More over the entire nation is now but a ripe fruit, soft and undefended, eagerly waiting its own harvest.