Conligula's House (Day Of The Lord, One.)

 Ye who turn judgment to wormwood, and leave off righteousness in the earth,

Seek him that maketh the seven stars and Orion, and turneth the shadow of death into the morning, and maketh the day dark with night: that calleth for the waters of the sea, and poureth them out upon the face of the earth: The Lord is his name:

That strengthens the spoiled against the strong, so that the spoiled shall come against the fortress.

They hate him that rebuketh in the gate, and they abhor him that speaketh uprightly.

Forasmuch therefore as your treading is upon the poor, and ye take from him burdens of wheat: ye have built houses of hewn stone, but ye shall not dwell in them; ye have planted pleasant vineyards, but ye shall not drink wine of them.

For I know your manifold transgressions and your mighty sins: they afflict the just, they take a bribe, and they turn aside the poor in the gate from their right.

Therefore the prudent shall keep silence in that time; for it is an evil time.

Seek good, and not evil, that ye may live: and so the Lord, the God of hosts, shall be with you, as ye have spoken.

Hate the evil, and love the good, and establish judgment in the gate: it may be that the Lord God of hosts will be gracious unto the remnant of Joseph.

Therefore the Lord, the God of hosts, the Lord, saith thus; Wailing shall be in all streets; and they shall say in all the highways, Alas! alas! and they shall call the husbandman to mourning, and such as are skillful of lamentation to wailing.

And in all vineyards shall be wailing: for I will pass through thee, saith the Lord.

Woe unto you that desire the day of the Lord! to what end is it for you? the day of the Lord is darkness, and not light. As if a man did flee from a lion, and a bear met him; or went into the house, and leaned his hand on the wall, and a serpent bit him.

Shall not the day of the Lord be darkness, and not light? even very dark, and no brightness in it?

I hate, I despise your feast days, and I will not smell in your solemn assemblies.

Though ye offer me burnt offerings and your meat offerings, I will not accept them: neither will I regard the peace offerings of your fat beasts.

Take thou away from me the noise of thy songs; for I will not hear the melody of thy viols.

But let judgment run down as waters, and righteousness as a mighty stream.

Have ye offered unto me sacrifices and offerings in the wilderness forty years, O house of Israel?

But ye have borne the tabernacle of your Moloch and Chiun your images, the star of your god, which ye made to yourselves. ~Amos 5:7-26

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There are times, however, and this is one of them, when even being right feels wrong. What do you say, for instance, about a generation that has been taught that rain is poison and sex is death? If making love might be fatal and if a cool spring breeze on any summer afternoon can turn a crystal blue lake into a puddle of black poison right in front of your eyes, there is not much left except TV and relentless masturbation. It's a strange world. Some people get rich and others eat shit and die. Who knows? If there is in fact, a heaven and a hell, all we know for sure is that hell will be a viciously overcrowded version of Phoenix — a clean well lighted place full of sunshine and bromides and fast cars where almost everybody seems vaguely happy, except those who know in their hearts what is missing... And being driven slowly and quietly into the kind of terminal craziness that comes with finally understanding that the one thing you want is not there. Missing. Back-ordered. No tengo. Vaya con dios. Grow up! Small is better. Take what you can get. ~Hunter S. Thompson, Generation Of Swine.

I saw this last night.

Trump, AKA Conligula The Great, nattering pointlessly about some new obsession with putting marble on everything. Meanwhile a whole shitload of people are about to get priced out of their health care. 

Oh, for extra points, there's still Far-Left idiots waxing eloquent about refusing to support any Democrat that won't unilaterally cut off arms shipments to Israel and sign onto a bunch of far-left fever dream stuff.

Well that's great that you have your theological purity there, homie, meanwhile people like me and my partner are just trying to be free, make ends meet and stay alive while having at least a few things that make life worth living.

I could pretty much give a shit about Israel and Palestine right now, because my partner and I are working class people in Trump's America, she and her kid are both Autistic and LGBT and I'm a disabled veteran. My Mom is retired and on social security...which Republicans want to cut or get rid of.

If you're too privileged to see that there's a lot of people out there dealing with all that shit plus basic survival...fuck you.

You can take a lot of things away from a man. Cigarettes, the gym. You can take his freedom, his legs, but not his feelings. Not his feelings. A man loves a woman. Don't matter what kind of man he is, if he loves her, he wants her. He wants her body. He wants her to want his. So you say to him, "you can never make love again. You will never touch her in that way again. This is the last time. The last time. Forever." If that's not cruel and unusual punishment, I don't know what is. ~Augustus Hill, from the HBO series Oz, S1.E2 "Visits, Conjugal and otherwise."

None of us fit into the far-right orthodoxy of These Fucking People and sooner or later pretty much anybody fitting that description is gonna be a target.

What part of "These Chuds want to kill their fellow Americans" don't you understand?? 

And pretty much the one thing far-left and far-right do agree on, it's that both of them hate America.

But the far-left couldn't be bothered to vote for the people who'd at least likely have done something to restrain the Israeli far-right.

Meanwhile the far-right dreams of being Russian Oligarchs...or peasants and has the balls to call that "Christian."

And not a damned one of these fucking people can be bothered to know or learn anything even about any of the stuff they claim to revere.

Narcissism is better, I guess??

I don't know what the fuck we did to deserve this Biblical Plague of Narcissism but I'm tired of it.

Like, apparently Stephen Miller doesn't know that both Dean Martin and Frank Sinatra were Italian.

I knew that when I was a kid.

And WTF is it with this dude basically spending every waking moment seething against "Immigrants" anyway?? 

Dude, get help.

There's something the fuck wrong with these people.

And they're ripping the country apart while Trump plays Interior Decorator redesigning America into the sort of hotel that has mirrors on the ceilings and coin-op vibrating beds in every room.

If you can't see how that's a problem, or don't want to do anything about it because Something Something Gazpacho, I ain't got time for ya.

And if you agree with it? Don't worry, we'll settle up eventually.

That's the thing that pisses me off, both far-left and far-right think all this bullshit is gonna help their brands and they could give a fuck if anybody else dies.

You either believe in freedom or you don't.

And you're either willing to fight for it or you're not.

This is American Revelation.

The Day Of The Lord is coming.

You ready??

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When men stop believing in God, it isn't that they then believe in nothing: they believe in everything. ~Umberto Eco

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I am Andrew Ryan, and I'm here to ask you a question. Is a man not entitled to the sweat of his brow? "No," says the man in Washington, "it belongs to the poor." "No," says the man in the Vatican, "it belongs to God." "No," says the man in Moscow, "it belongs to everyone." I rejected those answers; instead, I chose something different. I chose the impossible. I chose... Rapture. A city where the artist would not fear the censor; where the scientist would not be bound by petty morality; where the great would not be constrained by the small! And with the sweat of your brow, Rapture can become your city as well. ~Andrew Ryan, Bioshock