Corporations are legal entities. They are alive. They hunger.

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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.

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The more libertarian among you might scream in objection, “Corporations are run by a board of directors and the public who own the stock.”  If you honestly believe that you must also think that police are only out to serve and protect you, that most politicians live to serve the people and that our government never injected hundreds of people with syphilis just for fun.  Nature abhors a vacuum.  Power is never, ever, vacated for long, someone or something will fill the position.

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.

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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.

Where does this end?  Hopefully with the corporations claiming first amendment rights finally creating mercenary armies, flying their flags on the shoulders of their soldiers,  and pushing hostile takeovers into the land of blood soaked reality.

 

No Mercy for Pedophiles. Even Jesus declares their death. Their defenders must pay as well. Part 1.

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There has been a rash of exposed pedophiles in the news lately.  The usual cucks and faggot fucks are screeching their tarry black hearts out to the tune of “conspiracy theory“. Too late, you brittle faced shit beetles.  Your bleating and caterwauling of RAYCISS ©, HOMOPHOBIC ©, MISOGYNIST © and all other manner of magic talisman words meant to make normal heterosexual (read non perverts)  quiver in fear is wearing thin.  You might not be a child molesting, satanic ritual obsessed, hell destined turd farmer (Click the previous link if you don’t know why these pinched face proverts do what they do), but you deserve their fate for cucking for them.

There will be no more pretending, no more obfuscation, no more tolerance.  You disgusting callow hearted cucks have been allowing these degenerate sacks of shit in human suits to rape yours and other people’s children for far too fucking long.  You turn a blind eye and bow down to the abject disgusting rituals of celebrities so you can enjoy their stupid movies.

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Let you rape my kid for a chance to see a celebrity?  Sure!

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?

How about you bought off police, how many investigations got stopped, how much evidence got buried, how many angry parents called out for justice and you knelt and sucked the cock of Mammon?  You dirty perverts with a badge are the kind of “men” that would arrest someone who did justice on their child’s molester.  You are so hung up on your illegitimate monopoly on violence that you will rightly be viewed as the enemies of non-pedophiles when people take off their blinders.

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.

Brace yourselves there is more to come.

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Bring your kids in.  A little molestation never hurt anyone.

The tide is about to turn. The pendulum must swing back. Thanks are in order. Part 1.

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Over the two glorious years since the birth of this blog there have been few who were brave enough to view it.  Even fewer still who had the intestinal fortitude to post.  The humble success of this blog (and rest assured it is quite humble) is due only to those who visit it, who comment here and inspire towards even greater depths of insanity.

This Turkey day, when people all over Cuckmerica give thanks to Aergia, the goddess of obesity and sloth, you, my dear readers, will be the recipients of my gratitude. When they clamour like zombies into a diseases infested greed and envy depository location, when they shout at their 89″ flatscreen altars to their favorite FAN totem,  when they fall into an insulin induced coma, we will be just that much sharper.

It is in this vein that I salute you.  As you may have noticed there is a small sliver of hope for this country to be rescued from the jaws of Moloch’s damnation.  With the positive feedback received from the one non-satire related post, expect more of that.  Expect truckloads of vitriol aimed squarely at the slack jaw of cucks. That, my friends, is your power.  The power of support.  So without further adieu and no more bloviating enjoy:

Eye in Pyramid: You have been my staunchest supporter.  Here from the very beginning and always around with an on point comment.  You truly get it.  Best post:

“What is more sexy than a man in uniform? Two men in uniforms making out with each other. Our Military is so watered down and culturally diverse, that practically any nation with a leader with two functioning testicles could defeat us. Perfect! That’s exactly what we want. Turn the greatest fighting force that ever existed into just another racially diverse place of employment. In fact our military doesn’t need strong men ready to kill and fight. What we really need our people who are heads of offices and have titles like Director of Ethnic Diversity Coordination! Such a beautiful title it makes seek-seek demons cry.”

This post contains your lunatic hilarity along with some points of worth you sneakily tucked inside.  Bravo.  For your reward please see this custom avatar built for you.  For a specific file type email me.eyeinpyramid

Craig:  I feel your hate and it strengthens me.  Your anger, your loathing, your staunch disgust at those perverts in power.  You are my brother from another mother (may justice find her)  Best Post:

“I actually see the deplorables sacrificing all the cucks and Hillary and everyone connected to her via business and politics to lord Moloch in much the same way the Aztec’s of old sacrificed their enemies to Quetzalcoatl (lord Moloch under another name)”

This post shows your zeal for righteous justice and the desire to turn the cucks own blood thirsty perversions back onto them. Bravo.  For your reward please see this custom avatar built for you.  For a specific file type email me.

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OleGrandPaSaid: You stare into the abyss and laugh at it right along with me.  There is nothing to fear when the enemy is evil, except for running out of ammo.  We when go down it will be surrounded by a pile of corpses and smiles on our face. Best Post:

I about damn died from a busted gut reading about that “we need our weave” part. Lmao. Then the proper answer, Moar. Praise him, lord Moloch for his will I’d being excised like wisdom teeth upon the unsuspecting cuck. Indeed even the cuck knows not that the time of the rapture begins with the words “your EBT card has been declined”. Btw, coincidence that the two things that matter most to exalted ones are EBT and BET? I think not, as only Moloch could be so sublime. Alas, it is only the restraint of daylight and the cardswipe that the jungle heathen eyes his query and waits. Soon he’ll have his prize, and Moloch will be exalted. It could only be sweeter if the hated ones (WASPs) would jump in a lake of fire after the requisite period or self hatred, but wait….just wait.

This post shows your desire to laugh into the teeth of the monster, and beg it to attack. Bravo.  For your reward please see this custom avatar built for you.  For a specific file type email me.

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Understand, I have a few more commenters who I haven’t had chance to get to.  There is a part two and there might be a part three.  Stay alert, Stay alive.

Cuckball, the sport of Goddesses. Aergia is your Liege. The Opium of Cuckmerica. Part 2.

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Sadly the CUCKBOWL is over.  The thin greasy potato chips are eaten, the light beer is nothing more than empty cans, the sofa is now covered in chicken wing stains.  The gluttonous masses consumed more nourishment than at any other time of the year, save Fatsgiving. The good news is that the peons worshiped appropriately.  It  was the THIRD largest viewing population ever in television history.  Audacious.  Aergia nods her head lazily in approval.

Some of the Illumed are still shamefacedly unaware of the entities that provided us with our power.  If you missed the previous praise session for Aergia please follow it here. There we begin to provide the insight into one of the pivotal receptacles and transformers of the peasantry of Cuckmerica.  Just as glorious child sacrifice is now safely labeled abortion, so too are sloth, gluttony, laziness, indigence, corpulence, and physical degeneracy, now safely labeled “FAN”.  “Fans” are the parishioners to our temple to dearest goddess of sloth.  The talking heads, the mendicants.  The stadiums, the cathedrals.  The merchandise the idols, the players the very living gods themselves.

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What has more parishioners and mendicants than the greatest worship event on Earth? Enter the glorious ceremony know as the CUCKBOWL.  Legions of fat saturated plebes sat atop their altars of obesity worshiping their cuck idols.  Bowing in obeisance, slapping hands in jubilees of celebration.  Crying, when their favorite cuck fantasy failed to materialize and finally depression when the rapture of the event draws to a close.

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Cam orders you to suck, cuck.
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I may have two rings but I still enjoy a good Cucking.

We have engineered a situation where former men will pay money to wear a jersey and show off their suppressed sexual fetishes for those men whose names are emblazoned upon their back.

Men who have their women wear jerseys lust to watch their wives In flagrante delicto with those “players”.  Their dreams are the very meat of cuckoldom, hard wired with the desire to show their faith through the sexual satiation of their idols by their wives, and of course, secretly, themselves.

The culminating event of the cuck religion was an unmitigated success.  The praise offered to Aergia will not go unnoticed.  The trinkets produced and bought will not go unheeded.  The peasant cuck fantasies will continue to influence their daily lives.   Professional sports remains an ardent part of the worship of the old gods, and for their enthusiastic participation we salute them.

Blackest Friday. Mammon Monday. Give us your thanks.

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Hordes of hungry holiday shoppers rampage through the vast tundra of stripmalls and shopping centers.  Lust, envy, covetous yearnings raging, a miasma of animal instinct, atavistic hatred roiling in their veins.  Thank Mammon it is Black Friday yet again!

A day when the corporations accept your worshipful donations and celebrate their personhood.  If material wealth, if the latest in status affirming technology can’t  bring the masses happiness then what ever could?

However there is never enough!  There is a desperate need to increase the amount of ennui of the standard shopper lest the gapping jaws of Mammon go hungry.  The masses must feel as if their very salvation is derived directly from the amount of goods they purchase.  Their soul and sole nourishment must be directly correlated with their shopping stamina.  Mere money is not enough, time no longer suffices, worship, Mammonplain and unadulterated at the feet of great Mammon is the next and only way forward.

We the illumed realize the only true worship is sacrifice.  The greater the sacrifice the greater the harvest for our great lord.   While Moloch is the undisputed successor in the reaping of innocent souls, lord Mammon has made excellent strides in fomenting an unquenchable desire to purchase in the feeble simpletons that populate this world.

Look at the bountiful harvest of greed driven violence reaped during this black Friday.  However, times are lean.  The frivolous spending of boom times is quickly coming to an end as are the unrepentant ravings of spending drunk lunatics.  Austerity produces a serenity and sobriety that cannot be allowed.  The ideal subject is one as maladjusted, as envious, conniving, and manically seeking to acquire as our lord hmammon3imself.

The only cure is to create an addict.  A fiend so addicted to acquisition that they must consume ever more.  The goal is to force them into precarious situations where by acquisition is both a necessity as well as a penalty in and of itself.  Our end is the man who will go into debt to purchase objects of no use that are nigh worthless.  Our goal is a man who will trudge through danger and depravity to obtain things he neither wants nor needs for reasons he cannot understand.  In the end we want the soul of the man and to give him nothing in return.

In the end the converts of Mammon are so devoted they are void of humanity.  Hungering only for their next purchase they wander in a daze, led where we will them.