Jesus, He Knows Me.

You see the face on the TV screen
Comin' at you every Sunday?
See the face on the billboard?
Well, that man is me
On the cover of the magazine
There's no question why I'm smilin'
You buy a piece of paradise
You buy a piece of me
I'll get you everything you wanted
I'll get you everything you need
You don't need to believe in hereafter
Just believe in me
'Cause Jesus, He knows me and He knows I'm right
I've been talkin' to Jesus all my life
Oh, yes He knows me and He knows I'm right
And He's been tellin' me everything is alright
I believe in family
With my ever lovin' wife beside me
But she don't know about my girlfriend
Or the man I met last night
Do you believe in God?
'Cause that's what I'm selling
And if you wanna go to heaven
Well, I'll see you right. ~Genesis, Jesus He Knows Me.

...

And after these things I saw another angel come down from heaven, having great power; and the earth was lightened with his glory.

And he cried mightily with a strong voice, saying, Babylon the great is fallen, is fallen, and is become the habitation of devils, and the hold of every foul spirit, and a cage of every unclean and hateful bird.

For all nations have drunk of the wine of the wrath of her fornication, and the kings of the earth have committed fornication with her, and the merchants of the earth are waxed rich through the abundance of her delicacies. And I heard another voice from heaven, saying, Come out of her, my people, that ye be not partakers of her sins, and that ye receive not of her plagues. For her sins have reached unto heaven, and God hath remembered her iniquities.

Reward her even as she rewarded you, and double unto her double according to her works: in the cup which she hath filled fill to her double.

How much she hath glorified herself, and lived deliciously, so much torment and sorrow give her: for she said in her heart, I sit a queen, and am no widow, and shall see no sorrow.

Therefore shall her plagues come in one day, death, and mourning, and famine; and she shall be utterly burned with fire: for strong is the Lord God who judges her.
And the kings of the earth, who have committed fornication and lived deliciously with her, shall bewail her, and lament for her, when they shall see the smoke of her burning,

Standing afar off for the fear of her torment, saying, Alas, alas that great city Babylon, that mighty city! for in one hour is thy judgment come. ~Revelation 18:1-10

I saw this while I was out with my Mom today.

Donald Trump, literally saying "Jesus, He knows me." (*Cough* Bullshit *Cough*)

All while Republicans are literally, at this point, balls deep in their involvement with various pedophiles (including Joseph Duggar, recently arrested for molesting a 9-year-old girl) and they can't even bother to, ya know, make it illegal for first cousins to get married in Florida.

(For the record, it literally says in Leviticus not to have sex with relatives, fucking ancient people knew this, what the hell is Florida Republicans goddamn excuse?? Go ahead, I'll wait.)

Yeah, Jesus, he knows them...just like that old Phil Collins song. They're all about the perversions and protecting the perverts.

Well, that and attempting to control the lives of women and starting wars no one needed, prepared for or wanted.

Again, there's nothing specifically "Christian" about any of this. If Baal or Dis Pater handed them Power and a justification for what they already wanted to do anyway they'd follow that.

These fucking people believe in nothing in the sense that "Regular People" like you or I do.

Except, apparently, their perversions. Those, they'll defend with all the fanaticism of a couple thousand Christian knights defending Malta from the Turks. But then, it's not like they even want to enjoy that shit after. 

Baal is the true "god" of Christian Nationalism, as revealed by the Epstein files. In truth, he too is just another monster they hope to use as a stick to beat regular people with, an unholy smite for the people they don't like. Any monster will do, after awhile.

If you think there's any morality to be had here, well, these fucking monsters think it's Okay to literally bet on the war and bet against American troops.

I can remember when even considering something like that would get people beat up, by conservatives, and the cops wouldn't have done shit.

I'm tired of these fucking savages, and I don't mean the Iranians, I mean these fucking bro-chuds and MAGA assholes and Antichrist Trump ball-fondlers who think all this shit is Okay as well as the dipshit hickerbillies who voted for this garbage and all these priggish "Leftists" who stood by in November of 2024 and let this shit happen. Fuck these motherfuckers and the horse they rode in on.

Safe bet that if we cannot defeat the Iranians, our NATO allies would hand us our ass on a plate, and how are we even going to do something like go after Greenland when we, as the supposed biggest dog on the block, are choking on Iran like a dog with a chicken bone??

And as it is, idiots like Keg-breath and Trump can't even keep their story straight vs. Iran, so it's probably a safe bet we're losing the fucking war.

Worse, Republicans want us to consign slightly more than half our population to domestic slavery and no freedom, so that America literally has to fight and work with one hand tied behind its back. Wait, how does this work, exactly??

Especially considering that most jobs don't pay enough for one person to support a family anymore and women are a massive part of the existing economy?

Yeah, I get it, it's all about male power and chud-bro wish-fulfillment but sooner or later most of us grow out of that bullshit, because we fucking have to just to make it in the world.

A world that our ancestors and these motherfuckers with their rampant Capitalism fucking made.

And now they want to unmake it because too many people are getting a slice, and wreck everything for everybody else on their way out.

They know they're going down, at this point. 

They don't care.

The trick is they want what replaces them to be worse, so maybe they can make it to their bunkers ahead of the mobs and the posses of enraged citizens and troops, They seem to hope the mobs of heathen cannibals will protect them?

The clocks stopped at one seventeen. There was a long shear of bright light, then a series of low concussions. By day the dead impaled on spikes along the road. I think it's October but I can't be sure. I haven't kept a calendar for five years. Each day is more gray than the one before. It is cold and growing colder as the world slowly dies. No animals have survived and all the crops are long gone. Soon all the trees in the world will fall. The roads are peopled by refugees towing carts and gangs carrying weapons, looking for fuel and food. Within a year there was fire on the ridges and deranged chanting. There has been cannibalism. Cannibalism is the great fear. Mostly I worry about food. Always food. Food and the cold and our shoes. Sometimes I tell the boy old stories of courage and justice - difficult as they are to remember. All I know is the child is my warrant and if he is not the word of God, then God never spoke. ~The Man, from Cormac McCarthy's "The Road" (Film.)

I don't know what the fuck they think they're gonna do in those bunkers while the world burns, except cook more slowly.

I don't think they care.

I doubt any of these fucking people, especially Trump, know Jesus.

If they did, they wouldn't be conducting themselves this way.

You either believe in freedom...and in your own right to have your own life...or you don't.

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My black face fades,
hiding inside the black granite.
I said I wouldn't
dammit: No tears.
I'm stone. I'm flesh.
My clouded reflection eyes me
like a bird of prey, the profile of night slanted against morning. 

I turn this way—the stone lets me go.
I turn that way—I'm inside
the Vietnam Veterans Memorial
again, depending on the light
to make a difference.
I go down the 58,022 names,
half-expecting to find
my own in letters like smoke. 

I touch the name Andrew Johnson; 

I see the booby trap's white flash.
Names shimmer on a woman's blouse
but when she walks away
the names stay on the wall.
Brushstrokes flash, a red bird's
wings cutting across my stare.
The sky. A plane in the sky.
A white vet's image floats
closer to me, then his pale eyes
look through mine. I'm a window.
He's lost his right arm
inside the stone. In the black mirror
a woman’s trying to erase names:
No, she's brushing a boy's hair.

~Facing It, by Yusef Komunyakaa, US Army Veteran.

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We have too many men of science, too few men of God. We have grasped the mystery of the atom and rejected the Sermon On The Mount. The world has achieved brilliance without conscience. Ours is a world of nuclear giants and ethical infants. We know more about war than we know about peace, more about killing than we know about living. ~General Omar Bradley.