“The Asylum of Amnesia”
They came, they said, with broken wings,
From lands of lash and puppet kings—
Their stories soaked in sorrow’s ink,
To freedom’s breast, they’d crawl and cling.Yet one, a man with haunted eyes,
Bore not just scars, but truthless lies.
A girl—a child of stars and streets—
Was robbed beneath his fleeing feet.And when the sirens came for him,
The liberals cried, their reason dim:
“But wait! He’s hurt! He’s not to blame!
His hands were trained in war and shame!”They pled as though the jailhouse bars
Were no more just than burning cars
In Tulsa’s night—a race betrayed—
They blurred the line, they all but prayed.“To cage him now is cruel and blind!”
As though the rape were just a kind
Of cultural clash, a lost translation—
A price for open-border salvation.The victim’s voice? A passing breeze.
Not loud enough to bend their knees.
The “believe all women” flag was furled—
Folded fast in a “woke” new world.O hypocrites, with tongues of flame,
Who chant for justice, then defame
Its name, when it demands too much—
Like consequences, law, and such.Your virtue, bought at others’ cost,
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Is not compassion—it’s justice lost.
And in the name of saving face,
You sanctify the cruel and base.
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Xtianity Sucks.
The Gospel According to Gentile Supremacy: Chapter 17, verses 6–19 (Satirical Parody)
6. “I have revealed Your name unto mine—those chosen not from the world, but from within it, so that they might inherit the world and forget who gave it to them.
7. They now know—with great certainty and catechism—that whatever You gave me was not from Sinai, but from a new and improved spiritual firmware update.
8. For I gave them words—not mitzvot, not judgments, not statutes—but smooth words dipped in honey and universal love, and they received them eagerly, having already forgotten the Torah of their mothers and the covenant of their fathers.
9. I pray for them. Not for the Jews do I pray—God forbid—but for those who believed in me instead of them, for they are mine, mine, mine.
10. All I have is Yours, and all You have is mine, and together we have outsourced holiness to those who crucify the Law with love songs and abolish the Prophets with metaphors.
11. I am no longer in the world, but they are; so keep them sanctified in their detachment—from commandments, from Israel, from earthly responsibility. Let them float high above in sanctimonious clouds of theological perfume.
12. While I was with them, I protected them—from history, from complexity, from any sense of continuity with those cursed as Cain and condemned to wander with tzitzit flapping in the wind of exile.
13. Now I come to You, not with psalms or incense, but with platitudes and parables—so that they may have my joy, even while silencing the mourning of Zion.
14. I gave them Your word—but not that word. Not the one engraved in stone and rooted in Jerusalem. No, I gave them a higher word: floating, Hellenized, unburdened by blood, land, or lineage.
15. I do not ask that You take them out of the world—but that You keep them safe from Jews with long memories and longer questions.
16. They are not of the world—certainly not the Jewish one. They do not belong to a people or covenant or any of that tribal baggage. Their kingdom is not of this world, unless it’s Rome, in which case we’ll take the keys.
17. Sanctify them in your Truth—by which I mean abstraction, by which I mean erasure, by which I mean the replacement of Israel with a metaphor named ‘Church.’
18. As You sent me into the world to be rejected by my own, so I send them into the world to proclaim their new chosenness—this time, without circumcision, without Passover, without ever once mentioning the word brit.
19. For them I sanctify myself—not with korban or tevilah or Torah—but with theological self-deification, that they too may be declared pure—not through obedience, but through belief in me.
Commentary (Not Satire):
This parody aims to shine light on how John 17, when interpreted through the lens of replacement theology and super-sessionist Christian tradition, invalidated by the 2nd Vatican Council, has undergirded centuries of Jew hatred—from patristic polemics to pogroms to the Holocaust. The rhetorical split between Jesus’ “disciples” and the Jewish people (especially in verses 9 and 14) has been read as divine endorsement of separation, exclusion, and demonization of the Jewish nation.What began as a sectarian rift grew into a cosmic battle narrative, with Jews cast not only as villains of history but as ontological threats to truth itself. This forged the theological foundation for the “Christ-killer” slander and the perverse idea that the Jewish people bear an eternal mark—like Cain’s—not as survivors of covenant, but as cursed wanderers.
Such interpretations must be named, mocked, and dismantled—not to belittle belief or spirituality, but to excise the toxic theology that still lurks behind too many pulpits, pews, and prayers.
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Mommy Jesus and Sweet Apple Pie
Mom Jesus and Apple Pie
(A Satire in the Blood-Stained Key of History)I. Mom Jesus
Oh Mom Jesus in gingham grace,
With pie crust nails and a vacant face,
Who breastfeeds bombs to Babylon’s sons
And weeps when her Amazon order runs—
You cradle your cross in a doily white,
Then smother Gaza in holy light.O shepherd sweet, with suburban sighs,
While tanks sing psalms and children die—
Did you learn that look from Hallmark cards
Or from Torquemada’s holy guards?
From Salem’s fire to slave ship decks,
You’ve mothered the world into damnable wrecks.II. Apple Pie
And apple pie, you crusty saint,
Baked in the ovens of moral restraint.
Cinnamon tears for war’s disguise,
Stuffed with the bones of Palestinian cries.
You steam with pride on Sunday plates,
While bulldozers level ancestral gates.You taste like amber waves and lies,
And every bite chants “God’s on our side.”
You’re served at altars, schools, and fairs—
A pastry shaped by Manifest Prayers.
Your filling hides the native graves
And scents the air of settler enclaves.III. A Mockery of Memory
“Remember, remember,” the blood libels say,
As pogrom smoke curls through Mother’s Day.
While Eucharist children play pretend,
The saints of Inquisition never end.
From York to Mainz to crown of Rome,
The Ghetto’s gulag was always home.So laugh, sweet clergy, sip your grace—
Your mother’s love? A porcelain face.
A sanitized myth for the Sunday pew,
While smirking history bleeds right through.
Shepherd Sunday, a branded balm
To rub on tanks and call it calm.IV. Julia Ward Howl
O Julia Ward of “righteous” hymn,
Did your Republic’s battle brim
With mothered peace or iron song
To sanctify what’s always wrong?
A million mothers marched in vain
While Jarvis died in floral chains.Your apostrophe—that sacred thorn—
Pierced the plural hearts once sworn
To end all wars with tender cries—
Now muffled by candy and TV lies.
No peace, just pay gaps and dainty plates—
While bombs fall fast at Gaza’s gates.V. The Closing Curse
So praise be to Mom Jesus and pie,
Who teaches kids how others die—
Whose milk is drones, whose womb is steel,
Whose cradle rocks the war machine’s wheel.For every dish she ever washed,
A prayer of napalm was softly sloshed.
And every cross she ever bore,
Was nailed with laws from Rome’s old war.No Shepherd Sunday can now conceal
The blood beneath your Eucharist meal.
No pastel tale can ever cleanse
The sins dressed up as dividends.So lift your forks, and eat your pride—
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The bakery’s built on genocide.
Mom Jesus smiles with tearless eye—
And cuts another slice of lie.
Jews, we remember and do not forget.
“The Road from Auschwitz to Rome”
(a savage epistle for the Vatican’s Underground Railroad)They came in rags, the poor lost sheep,
The SS saints who could hardly sleep,
Their jackboots now were softened shoes—
Such weary lambs with Nazi blues.Achtung! Cried Peter at Heaven’s gate,
Let mercy rise and justice wait!
For these are not the beasts you seek,
But slaves of sin, once proud, now meek.The Shoah burned with holy fire,
Six million offerings on the pyre,
But fret not—Christ absorbs the cost,
Their ashes paid what Judas lost.From ovens black and death camps grey,
A crimson cross now paves their way.
Forgive them, Lord, the Pope intones,
Their swastikas were just old bones.One boards a ship to Buenos Aires,
Another finds Sicilian lairs.
Clerical collars bless the flight—
The blood of Jews makes garments white.Justice? That Jewy, brittle thing?
Too rigid for the Nazarene.
He’d rather die than wield the rod—
For every Herod becomes a god.You ask why Jesus had to die?
So Eichmann might not really fry.
The Lamb of God takes on the sin—
Of every camp, and those within.The priests they signed the transit forms,
With incense thick and holy norms.
The Reich baptized, reborn, remade—
The church absolved what gas had flayed.Oh sacred Reich of broken men,
Your final solution found its end—
Not in defeat, but Eucharist,
Where murderers are gently kissed.The Torah shattered on the floor,
While Rome just built a secret door.
From Birkenau to sanctified halls—
Grace drips red on marbled walls.So tell me preacher, sing your song:
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Who gets to live, who’s cast as wrong?
The Jew was burned. The Nazi prayed.
And Christ declared the debt is paid.
Remember please remember: the jury innovation cast the vertical Star Court upon the dung heap of history.
In the grand theater of justice, where the gavel’s a joke,
The vertical courts stand tall, like a bad, twisted yoke.
With robes that shimmer, and wigs that gleam bright,
They dance on the stage, but it’s all just a sight.
Oh, behold the Star-Courts, where the stars are aligned,
With appointments so cozy, they’re practically blind.
A legal charade, a farcical play,
Where the State pays the judges to keep truth at bay.
“Justice is blind!” they proclaim with a grin,
But the scales are all tipped, and the fix is within.
For the salaries flow like a river of gold,
To the judges and lawyers, the stories unfold.
Once, there was fervor, a revolution’s bold cry,
To cast off the shackles, to reach for the sky.
But now, in the shadows, the old ways return,
As the people look on, with a simmering burn.
Whitney Hermandorfer, a name on the list,
A pawn in the game, in a political twist.
With credentials so shiny, they dazzle the eye,
But the truth is a whisper, a soft, muted sigh.
“Stacking the courts!” the critics will shout,
As if justice were poker, and they’re all in doubt.
But the game’s been rigged, the deck’s been well stacked,
With each appointment, the system’s attacked.
Oh, the irony drips from the halls of the law,
Where the judges are puppets, and the strings are in awe.
The people once fought for a system so fair,
Now they watch as the judges just sit in their chairs.
So here’s to the Star-Courts, the farce of the day,
Where justice is traded for a political play.
With disdain we observe, as the curtain draws near,
In the theater of folly, where truth disappears.
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DemoCRAPS shit on their faces once again.
In a land where the drama unfolds like a play,
With plots and with schemes that twist night into day,
There once was a figure, bold, brash, and loud,
Who danced through the chaos, a one-man crowd.
Two attempts on his life, oh what a grand jest!
Like a villain in movies, he passed every test.
“Assassinate me? Please, try your best!”
He chuckled and grinned, “I’m still here, blessed!”
Four courtrooms convened, with gavel and sneer,
“Let’s lock him away!” they all seemed to cheer.
But the more that they tried, the more he would thrive,
Like a cat with nine lives, he’d always survive.
“Russia, Russia!” they cried, with a wink and a nod,
A tale spun of treason, a narrative flawed.
For four long years, they slandered his name,
Yet he danced through the fire, unscathed by the flame.
Then came January, a day filled with strife,
“Blood libel!” they shouted, “He’s endangering life!”
But the truth, like a phoenix, rose up from the ash,
While the media feasted, he made quite the splash.
“Once again,” he proclaimed, with a smirk on his face,
“If they don’t cheat, they can’t win this race.”
A satire of justice, a mockery grand,
In the circus of politics, he took his stand.
So here’s to the drama, the farce, and the play,
To the twists and the turns that brighten the fray.
In a world full of chaos, one thing remains true:
The show must go on, and the jesters, too!
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Off the דרך – those silly Orthodox Jews.
In lofty halls where piety takes flight,
The holier-than-thou parade their grace,
With noses high, they bask in sacred light,
Yet miss the essence in their holy race.
“Observe the Shabbat!” they chant with great pride,
As if their fervor makes them truly wise,
But in their zeal, the heart is cast aside,
And all their rules become a thin disguise.
“Make kiddush right!” they preach, with furrowed brow,
Yet fail to grasp the depth of what they say,
For in their quest to show the world just how,
They miss the joy that’s meant to light the way.
“Count the omer!” they shout, with fervent zeal,
As if the numbers hold the sacred key,
But in their counting, do they truly feel?
Or is it just a game of piety?
With every mitzvah, they build their own throne,
While missing out on what it means to care,
For in their arrogance, they stand alone,
Oblivious to love that’s truly rare.
So here’s to those who think they’ve got it right,
With rules and rituals that bind them tight,
For in their quest to shine, they’ve lost the spark,
And in their shadows, love is left in dark.
In lofty halls where piety takes flight,
The holier-than-thou parade their grace,
With noses high, they bask in sacred light,
Yet miss the essence in their holy race.
“Observe the Shabbat!” they chant with great pride,
Yet fail to grasp the depth of what they say,
For in their zeal, the heart is cast aside,
And all their rules become a thin display.
“Mélacha is sacred!” they preach with disdain,
While “avodah” echoes in the shadows cast,
Yet in their rigid rules, they miss the pain,
Of those whose labor’s marked by burdens vast.
They toil with skill, yet blind to what they reap,
For every mitzvah, they build their own throne,
While crude hands labor, their cries go deep,
Injustice masked by prayers, they stand alone.
“Count the omer!” they shout, with fervent zeal,
Yet miss the heart that beats beneath the law,
For in their counting, do they truly feel?
Or is it just a game, a hollow draw?
So here’s to those who think they’ve got it right,
With rules and rituals that bind them tight,
For in their quest to shine, they’ve lost the spark,
And in their shadows, love is left in dark.
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Another example of Xtian gospels revisionist history and replace theology avoda zarah.
Luke 18:1–8 … what a load of absolute bull shit. This propaganda frames its conclusions of “neither feared God nor respected man”, without offering a shred of actual evidence to support its claim. This claim aimed to direct the readers to assuming that this judge to be unrighteous. “Hear what the unrighteous judge says”. The concluding verse 8 therefore jumps to a religious revisionist history and supports the unproven existence of “the Son of Man comes” which has absolutely no connection what so ever with the Case of a Judge who righteously ruled with justice!
The other leg of this false logic syllogism: “alway lpray and not lose heart”. Equally not related nor in anywise proven by the slander propaganda made upon a righteous judge who fairly compensated a widow who suffered damages from some other Jew.
1. Character Assassination Without Evidence. 2. Unjustified Moral Conclusion, in point of fact the judge actually ruled righteously. A person judged by his actions. What he intends exceptionally difficult to prove, similar to the case of slander. 3. False Syllogism, the opening leg “don’t lose heart”, shares no common ground with– justice rendered. The same equally holds true for the other false leg of the syllogism propaganda religious rhetoric none sense, “Son of Man.
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Hey! Hey! LBJ? How many boys did you murder today?
US imperialism sucks. It stands upon 2 legs. 1. The Marshal Plan 2. The Containment Policy. 1. Aid in return of US military bases station in all countries which accept US aid. 2. The Two – State Solution propaganda narrative. Korea, Vietnam, India-Pakistan, Iraq-Kuwait, UN 242 — all failed Two-State solutions. Why? The Containment Policy does not serve the interests of divided Germany & Berlin!
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The YOUTUBE clip: Brandon Gill SHUTS UP unhinged Jasmine Crockett after her woke tirade crosses the line, depicts tuma cognitive warfare.
In this context, the Brandon Gill–Jasmine Crockett exchange isn’t just political drama—it’s an orchestrated moment of cognitive warfare. It bypasses policy debate and instead targets identity, emotion, and tribal loyalty. Whether orchestrated or simply exploited after the fact, it contributes to a larger system of psychological manipulation in the infosphere.
The exchange, especially when edited for conflict, activates the amygdala—The amygdala is a small, almond-shaped cluster of nuclei located deep within the temporal lobes of the brain. It is part of the limbic system and plays a crucial role in processing emotions, particularly those related to fear, pleasure, and aggression. The amygdala is involved in the formation of emotional memories and helps to regulate responses to emotional stimuli. It also interacts with other brain regions to influence behavior and decision-making based on emotional experiences—engaging fear, anger, and pleasure centers more than rational analysis. This is neurological capture: inflaming emotional circuits to override deliberative cognition, keeping the brain in “us vs. them” mode.
The incident is cast as a metaphor for larger ideological battles: conservatism vs. progressivism, order vs. disruption, “truth” vs. “wokeness.” It conditions viewers to see political discourse as a zero-sum spectacle, aligning them with a cultural narrative beyond just policy.
The audience for this clip is clearly targeted: politically engaged individuals on the right who are fatigued by “woke” rhetoric. The language, editing, and dissemination aim to reinforce existing biases and trigger dopamine-rewarding outrage or schadenfreude—a German term that refers to the feeling of pleasure or satisfaction that one experiences from witnessing the misfortunes of others. It combines the words “Schaden,” meaning harm or damage, and “Freude,” meaning joy. This emotion can arise in various contexts, such as when someone feels happy about a rival’s failure or when they find humor in another person’s embarrassing situation.
The clip’s virality is no accident. It is tailored for shareability—short, emotionally charged, adversarial. Social platforms algorithmically favor such content, turning it into a weaponized meme that deepens echo chambers and reduces nuanced discourse to winner/loser binaries.
By elevating one lawmaker as a symbol of order and the other as chaos, this exchange becomes a tool to rally supporters and demoralize opponents. It sends an implicit message: “Our side dominates; theirs is irrational.” This plays on tribal loyalty, a cornerstone of PSYOPS.
The viral framing—“Brandon Gill SHUTS UP unhinged Jasmine Crockett”—is a classic example of selective narrative construction. The title primes viewers with a judgment (“unhinged”) and a victor (“shuts up”), shaping perception before any facts are absorbed. This is cognitive framing designed to elicit emotional reactions, especially among partisan audiences.
While various frameworks exist to understand cognitive warfare, one perspective outlines six key facets that collectively target neurological and psychological processes:
1. The deliberate dissemination of false or misleading information to confuse, mislead, or influence target audiences. This includes tactics like spreading fake news, deepfakes, and conspiracy theories to erode trust in institutions and factual information.
2. Strategic campaigns designed to influence the emotions, motives, and objective reasoning of individuals or groups. These operations aim to alter perceptions and behaviors to align with specific objectives.
3. Utilizing platforms like Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram to amplify divisive narratives, suppress dissenting opinions, and create echo chambers. This facet leverages algorithms and bots to manipulate public discourse and sentiment.
4. Employing data analytics and machine learning to identify cognitive vulnerabilities and tailor messages that can influence decision-making processes. This includes personalized propaganda and predictive behavior modeling.
5. Emerging technologies that interact directly with the human nervous system, such as brain-computer interfaces and neurostimulation techniques. These tools have the potential to alter cognitive functions and behaviors, raising ethical and security concerns.
6. Shaping cultural narratives and ideological frameworks to align with specific agendas. This includes influencing education, media, and public discourse to gradually shift societal values and beliefs.
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