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.
Imagine a world in which white actors heckled gracious lord Obama whilst he entertained himself with his extremely passable tranny wife. The world would have exploded in a fiesta of media fueled orgasm, fellating themselves on the velvetine racism. When this exact scenario happens to vice president Pence, the media is only fellated by the cucks.
Gentle cuck Ben Shapiro breaks from his protective shell and admits just how much he wants to destroy christianity. Don’t worry my dearest, most precious (((Ben))), Cuckstianity will neve stop blessing you, even if it cost them their children, their lives, their very souls!
As promised I have three more avatars to deliver. Rewards for loyalty. AS VD says, help your peers, gift your peers, uplift your peers. Those who attempt to ride the coattails of the famous are lazy status whores, and deserve nothing but contempt.
ArticStormer: Your frustration, your pain, your anger are all part and parcel of taking the red pill. We have all been there. Where others would say you should grow out of that rage, I say harness it and ride it to victory. Best Post:
“When I think of the political “pendulum” swinging back, I can’t help but think of the swinging blade torture device pendulum. Because, at some point, I see the pendulum bringing blood, lots of blood.”
You are getting there. It is going to be glorious. There are many many articles about how to prepare, but if you have specific questions email me. Bottom line, find a weapon you are comfortable with, train with it often. Obtain ammunition and multiple magazines. Bravo. For your reward please see this custom avatar built for you. For a specific file type email me.
BooKooBall: You don’t say much but when you do your words are filled with merit. You already have a stylized icon, but I made one based on your name. Best Post:
“Don’t worry, Eye in Pyramid, passover is just around the corner.”
You dare to satirize the most holy Judeamon-Cuckstian Alliance. Bravo. For your reward please see this custom avatar built for you. For a specific file type email me.
Thanks again gentlemen. Keep up the good work. More to come.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Pay no attention to your impending fate cucks. Lear at the brightly colored box we told you to spend your pathetic pay on. Drink your lightly flavored beer and throw your half eaten bag of greasy thin potato crisps at the screen in a rictus of rage. Lusciously lavish your hot and spicy chicken wings with the love you never gave towards your family or your own fitness. You are ever more the man the harder you FAN.
Gather at your local parishes, your cathedrals, your halls of worship. Buffalo Wild Wings, Hooters, Generic Sports Bar (C). That’s right cuck, that waitress is into you. Give her a big tip and maybe she will smile at you the way your wife never will. Wipe your greasy fingers upon your napkin covered rotundity, drink your beer and yell harder, it helps your team!
Wear your jersey with pride. That mans name on the back is your idol and you pay him the homage he is due. With well hidden lust you imagine meeting him, your wife in tow. You holding his jersey with signature, drooling with pride, while your wife, the willing sacrifice is taken to be pleasured. Hopefully she will tell you about it later while you hold the jersey and dream. Wetly.
Manage your fantasy team with pride! Only your brilliant direction can take the idea of staring at tightly clothed men and counting how many inches they ran on average and make it into a badge of honor. Listen to the genius analysts in finest suits talk for hours about who can run .3 seconds faster. Dream of the new shoes your hero will wear as they run across a meticulously maintained grass field. No one can count the yards a swine skin bladder moves better than you.
Watch as men years younger than you pretend to be students and you pretend to be a man. Cheer them on as they mock you and everything you stand for. Send money to the school so that your daughter can pleasure them, perhaps she will tell you about it later. Maybe one day you will experience the nirvana that is the wonderful pride a grand parent feels when their daughters becomes brood sow to a student-athlete.
If the cucks who scream at games knew they were giving their worshipful prayers would they still continue? They would cuck all the harder.
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.
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.
TEMPLE OF MOLOCH
The Old temple of Moloch was a work of art an artistic creation, made by a blessed disciple.
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.
IDOL OF MOLOCH
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 PRIEST OF MOLOCH
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 SACRIFICE OF MOLOCH
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 DEVOUT OF MOLOCH
The old devotees of Moloch were rich women who had dalliances with men not 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 offspring through the generous donations to the United States of Cuckmerica’s wealth redistribution network. Even those who don’t worship Moloch support him!
All the Illumined rejoice. We all know that in the holy war against straight white men, erstwhile enemies will join forces to warp and destroy the foe. Even after the living embodiment of islamic pride in Florida, some cucks will joyfully say that Islam is the religion of peace. Even though the irony of the cucks self delusional idiocy is a great balm and source of enjoyment to Lord Moloch, he does like to see his children unite to fight a common foe. As if divine intervention were made manifest, our lords dearest wishes some to life. A devoted practitioner of perversion sides with a follower of Islam in a bid to castigate and castrate a willing nation of cucks.
No doubt most are well aware of the Cuckmerican football player, Keapernick, who is horribly underpaid and oppressed and thusly forced to courageously laugh in the face of his cuck fans by not participating in their religious act of patriotism.
The pathetic eunuchs shed salty tears and weep into their light beer. “How dare this man not participate in my simulated masculinity subimination!” The cucks will stomp their feet in pretend anger and then send their sons and daughters to die to defend his right to take their money from them. Glorious.
The glorious of Islam is a wonderful antagonist to our perverse allies. While their holy book does not specify in which way the gay must be terminated,they seem to take a particular glee in using gravity and tall buildings. Clearly there is much entertainment to be had from the sudden stop.
Enter our scissoring hero. Sporting a beautiful and feminine hairstyle, bearing a gold medal as the best her country has to offer, our female goddess is a role model for all cuck fathers to show to their daughters. Who wouldn’t want their daughter to be part of the scene below. Love wins, love is real, all you need is love. And love is two women rubbing their genitals together until the friction causes one of them to eat an entire bag of doritos in a sitting. Love is also a frying pan. In your lovers face.
With all of the animosity between these two, the Muslim and the Dyke, Muhammed and Ishtar, what could possibly bring them together in blessed unity? Only the machinations of our blessed lord Moloch and their hatred of the straight white men.
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…
Dearest Readers, here is a guest post from one Mrs. Silence Dogood.
And now this. As most of you know, lord Moloch hath proclaimed the anointed half-breed raised out of white guilt and self-hatred of the wrong ones, Colin Kaepernick, has recently seen fit to stay seated during the Anthem of America. Indeed, Moloch sees it as good, as the last thing the wretched tools of the lord need is to have pride in a country that provided them so much. But do not think, low followers, that you have not something to give for the cause. Do not think that you need be successful, well liked, athletic, or attractive to help our cause. Do not think that you have not the words, nor the intellect, nor logic, nor even a good argument to bear. Moloch doesn’t need these, nor want them; he only asks your undying allegiance to him and his adoration. Want proof?
Take the recent article in fox news where Failure Singer John Legend calls the national anthem “weak.” He is right, for the strength it takes to fight while “bombs bursting in air” is nothing compared to the strength it takes to sit down for 1:44 after coming from a brisk 68 degree locker room after loosening up with swedish massage. That takes guts. But Back to our beloved Social Justice Warrior; this Franklin the Turtle look alike, with chia-pet hair carefully held in place with copies amounts of petroleum product meant for gay anal poundage is right in every sense of the word. He even found lyrics that don’t exist in the song which back our cause. When confronted with a ridiculously logical argument, that Colin’s argument was never about the lyrics in the first place, he replies in true rhetoric fashion, that it “wasn’t about the lyrics, it was about the value of lives of people of color in america.” BOOM! Take that, bitch! Use of the word “of” three times in one sentence and reinforcing the idea that only the lives of some count to lord Moloch. Praise him! and death to the witch, who believed she was good for anything other than sexual animalistic gratification and reproduction for the “vibrant youths,” which her cuckold hubby doth “accepted” as neighbors.
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.