Anarchy Is Not a Vibe
AntiFa offers collapse. Christ offers rhythm. This post maps bitterness, mercy, and the choreography of grace.Continue Reading
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AntiFa offers collapse. Christ offers rhythm. This post maps bitterness, mercy, and the choreography of grace.Continue Reading
Cheetoh Satan’s riz trumps the Titans. The shutdown wasn’t a bluff—it was a purge.Continue Reading
OUTRAGED! Been trying that. The machine grinds on. Marched, posted, and branded. Plus ca change plus ce la meme chose. We demanded removal, reckoning, to engender utopia. And then we went home. The institutions remained and the algorithms adapted.
The regular rhythm endures. Sunrise, sunset, mewling babe to fading elder. A vacuum hums while the kittens sleep. This is the Way.Continue Reading
Charlie Kirk’s assassination didn’t silence his message—it sanctified it. This is a reckoning with martyrdom, violence, and the myth of collapse as progress.Continue Reading
We failed Westmen. This isn’t a call to arms—it’s a moment to mourn, to face who we are, what we carry, and the hard choice to continue toward grace.Continue Reading
She didn’t linger. Just took the beer, offered a smile that felt like a receipt, and dropped the line that would haunt the room: “Thanks for the beer.” No promise, no apology—just a closing statement dressed as gratitude. What came next wasn’t her problem. It never was.Continue Reading
Bear v Man was never just a meme—it was a litmus test. A viral shorthand for algorithmic hysteria, gender panic, and the collapse of nuance. This post unpacks how logic got eaten alive by likes, outrage, and the need to pick a side before breakfast.Continue Reading
Protestant theology amputated the body from discipleship. We study, worship, and serve—but embodiment is often ignored or treated as temptation. This essay reclaims Christ in the body: through labor, nourishment, movement, and grace made flesh. No papal dispensation required.Continue Reading
A quiet week on Buckskin Mountain unravels grief, stillness, and strange theology in NUUSA. Continue Reading
I see you, true believer. You’re not just watching the news—you’re worshipping by glowlight. Your home shrine flickers in protest: TV screen bright, candles lit, praying that Voldemort will finally fix your rent. You whisper curses to Orange Foolius like he’s the final boss in a video game you neverContinue Reading
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