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.
Since the Orlando Worship Festival a host of patently silly ideas ranging from funny to funnier has emerged, each as separated from the truth as the last. The “official” story is just as ludicrous as well, but the story the public will accept or wishes to believe is as meaningless as the stories are from the event. In the end all events serve the glory of Moloch and all of his children have a part to play.
The illumined know that nothing is beyond the reach of Moloch. Every plot, every scheme, every twisted thought are all part of the maze of collective consciousness, prayers easing their way downwards like sweetest incense. Moloch receives your worship gratefully and yet still hungers.
The living sacrifice, the bountiful offering of sodomic flesh fills the ever yearning nostrils of the Great Brass Bull. Those engaged in an orgiastic expression of the nihilistic hedonism were the perfect willing oblation unto Moloch. The tears and fears created through this event nourished our master, both in the preceding acts as well as culmination. Through this crisis those most in need of self defense will refuse it and strip those most desirous.
Rest assured Moloch does not desire that the beautiful male on male sodommation should stop. No matter how many pink pistols are pressed into the hands of the victims, they will fall limply away from self defense. More importantly these victims will promote further victimization by decrying the very thing that could have saved them. No guns for me and no guns for thee. The irony is a sweet savor unto our lord.
The irony continues as the self loathing perpetrator, the founder of the feast, so-to-speak, may have been a reluctant participant in the festivities. The vibrant Muslim orchestrations (killing) generated 72 crystal clear raisins and more precious souls secured for Moloch. That two dedicated victim classes rose against one another would seem to be a blow to our mission, however this is not the case. A reshuffling on the victim totem pole is to be expected from time to time. This should not be viewed as a setback but as a testament to the perseverance of our worshipers devotion.
Regardless of who kills whom and for what reason Moloch will remain triumphant. Whether this results in a further restrictions of firearms, a retaliation of the Americuck Plebes against musloids, an LBGT gestapo enforcing sodogomous cakes across the nation, the glory of Lord Moloch will only increase.
We the Illumined know that the highest good we can ever achieve is the physical, moral, and spiritual desecration of our foes. Rather that trying to use brute force as in the past we have been able to trick and cajole our way into the psyche of the masses. Instead of crushing their spirit we have lulled them into a disgraceful slumber. We have led them into a trap, tempted them to sell their birth rite for a feeling, waved the scent of vanity and pride under their nose and they have blindly followed.
How we achieved all of this destruction voluntarily is a beautiful story of decadence, a how to of destruction. Racism is the ultimate sin. The masses now worship at the feet of Aergia. Millions of Children are slain alive, in dutiful worship of glorious Moloch. Yet, it is never enough. We must never tire, never stop, never become complacent. True victory is at hand.
So the inquisitive illumined asks, where from here? What more can we force on the
masses, or tempt them to force on themselves? The answer is always the same, whatever we can. Every extreme must be explored, every avenue trodden, every depravity mined. Today we discuss one arm of our monster, racism. Racism. Say it aloud. Let it roll over the tongue. The word is pure magic. It is a talisman. With it you can build up or destroy.
But it is not enough to use the word as a club to crush our foes, we must force these swine to crush themselves. Luckily Cuckstianity and Cuckball have fostered a perverse and degenerate longing in the pathetic pre-geldings to watch their female counter parts (make them say “better half”) to sexually cavort with sacred Negro Gods. Hilariously many of these proto-eunuchs try in vain to convince their female partners to participate to no avail. Feast upon their frustration.
A remnant, a slight few, would argue that they will not go along with the program (pogrom). We have the rhetorical tool for them. Next pre-cuck you meet who isn’t having their wife please other men, just call him a racist. “Don’t want your wife enjoying the
company of other men? What are you a racist? Are you a limped dick virgin faggot who is afraid of strong women?” Say this and they will curl up in paroxysms of cognitive dissonance that will have them dragging their wife to the nearest hip-hop bar in the skimpiest outfit she owns.
That doesn’t work? Your white co-workers and friends still are not on board with sharing their wives with a diverse selection of vibrant youths?
Pull out the big guns. Next time they stop you from introducing their wife to the business end of a mandingo lover, call them a Nazi! “So you are a Nazi that wants to kill 6 Million Jews? You are so racist!” When next you see a white man not offering his daughter to a Muslim refugee yell out RACIST! No doubt the magic of this word will cause him to wet himself and beg forgiveness at the nearest fried chicken establishment.
In the eternal battle for the souls of humanity the use of racism as a tool cannot be overstated. Racism is what is allowing the wholesale rape of europeans by the precious refugees. Instead of outrage, the cucks beg for more. The police punish the would be vigilantes for racism while the children are feloniously penetrated in front of them. Ishtar is giving us her blessing!
Facts are racist. Truth is racist. Anything not pushing glory to our lord Moloch is racist. This is a war that we will win and our weapons are formidable. Use the club of RACISM to stomp your enemies into a self hating coma of masturbatory guilt. Our work is not done until every last white man is a cuck, every last white woman is raped, every last white country destroyed and every last foe labeled a RACIST!
Virginia, in an amazingly prescent move, has revoked reciprocity on concealed carry permits from 25 other states. This is merely the start of the quest of the illumed to remove the access to weapons, and ultimately of any sort of self defense at all to the insolent peasants of the United States of Cuckmerica.
Before we dig into the meat of this issue, allow me to provide the following fool proof resolution for those who plan on arguing the merits of gun bans of all sorts. The first principle that must be shown is the idea of Argument ad Hominem. When ever some idiotic Cuckstian or some hateful non-progressive bigot wants to argue for the 2nd amendment, just tell him he is racist! If he continues to argue, scream RACISS! so loud that others around will notice. Say it again, with disdain in your voice and point at the fool. Tell him only racists need guns. Since racism is the worst sin imaginable in Cuckmerica simply accusing someone of it is usually enough to make them start spontaneously watching interracial gang-bang pornography and bleating about how many black friends they have.
Now that we have the tactical demonstration of arguments out of the way we can dig into the meat of the subject. The repeal of reciprocity for concealed carry permits from other states is a genius way to force those traveling to fear arrest more than robbery. In 2012 410 Americans were killed by Police (at least officially), while 942 robbery related murders were reported in the same year. In essence we need police to start shooting twice as many citizens as they are currently.
Al Sharpton has it correctly, “it should be a crime to shoot black people, even in self defense.” More over, it should be a crime to own a weapon, to shoot a weapon, and finally to defend yourself at all. The ideal world is one in which the person being robbed attempts to fight back, is shot, robbed, and then sued in court, and forced to pay back his assailant for grievances. That is the glorious future of Cuckmerica.