As a general rule, it would be a better and less sinful use of your time to watch actual pornography than to watch anything put out by Hollywood about the Christian faith (e.g., “The Chosen”).
Month: October 2024
2024-10(Oct)-01(Tue)—1940EDT
The men, women, and children currently suffering in North Carolina and elsewhere in the South are my people; no one over in the Middle East is.
Any aid the government sends abroad at this time is an affront to the American nation and justification to view the US Regime as a tier-four violator of God’s Law and will.
2024-10(Oct)-01(Tue)—1721EDT
Murder corrupts the heart of man, but Deicide irremediably corrupts the blood of a nation.
2024-10(Oct)-01(Tue)—1653EDT
If I were tasked with the genocide of the White race, then I would tweak a few things here and there, in terms of let’s call it efficiency, but, in the main, I would simply maintain the current policies of most Western (occupied) governments.
2024-10(Oct)-01(Tue)—1713EDT
Wars often start not with a deliberate intention to begin them in earnest, but with a cascading series of decisions — each necessitating or at least deeply incentivizing the next —, and, by the time those in charge realize what they have done, the bombs are already in flight.
2024-10(Oct)-01(Tue)—1711EDT
“Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?”