this one's for the jews out there (I know you see this)

you may look around this world and the things that are happening, and like Belshazzar the king, you may be wondering what it all means

I, a very minor prophet of your future, will interpret this vision for you:

mene - you have been weighed, both by the eyes of men and by the eyes of God, and you have been found wanting

mene - God has been showing you mercy this whole time, time to repent of your wickedness and your harlotries and your betrayals and your sorceries and your idolatries, and you have ignored Him and His word (and His son), even as you took the blessings of the Enemy (who always provides such, so as to lure you further down the road to destruction) and bound yourself to him and his service in exchange for the temporary slaking of your lusts

tekel - even now, you might turn from your course and repent, but you will not, O hard-hearted sons of Khazaria, for your iniquity now drives you far from the reach of Heaven, and your ears will not hear God's words, nor your eyes behold His glory

even now, you might turn and flee from the lands you grow in like a cancer, and in the mirror-image of the destruction of Amalek, should you take nothing - not so much as a single penny, not one morsel of food, not one comfort, not more than the clothes on your backs - and should you leave this very day and dwell with empty hands alone in the farthest deserts, then and only then might you might be spared and purified

you will not, of course; the fool says that tomorrow shall be as today and more abundant

upharsin - because you will not do this thing, because you will not hear these words and you will not repent, the destruction that God shall rain upon you for your presumption and for your desecration of His word and His peoples will be legendary

you need not believe (and will not)

but you shall remember that you were told

we're not even allowed to question a questionable shooting in this country?

correct

it's good that you are finally understanding how this works

you do not have freedom of speech

you do not have freedom of association

you do not have freedom of religion, except the freedom to comply with the established state religion (Judeo-Pedo-Satanism)

you do not have freedom of the press

you do not have the freedom to bear arms, except in a ceremonial and pointless fashion in certain jurisdictions of little present interest to your rulers

none of your papers, effects, communications, or anything else are immune to search and seizure at whim

your property is subject to confiscation at any time, and for any reason

you do not have any rights, as such; protected special people (niggers, jews, any of a dozen other intersectional classes) have certain swell privileges, though

if your opinion is not selected from the menu of Acceptable Approved Opinions, or your lifestyle in any way contradicts the demands of the engines of Moloch, you are going to be stomped until you comply (you may receive a friendly warning first, in some circumstances, if that happens to be more convenient)

this is the way things are, and it is the way things will continue to be until you decide that you are sufficiently tired of this state of affairs to do something meaningful and useful about it

if Fat Blowhard had half a clue, he'd use his platform to instruct the people who listen to him that now is an excellent time to join him in wishing the Woke Gestapo away into the cornfield, and that if more than about twenty people started doing that at the same time and grinding for the high score, we get to the Real Cool Zone that afternoon and shit starts changing for the better at warp speed

however, Fat Blowhard is not going to do that; what he's going to do is curl into a ball and either 1. flee the country or 2. moan softly into a soon-to-be-cancelled stream with forty viewers as he is squeezed into irrelevance and penury, all as people mockingly make threads about his implosion on Samizdat Kiwi Farms

so it goes

someday they'll turn over a rock and find someone who will make them wish they hadn't, though; we haven't been disappointed a thousand times, we've simply found a thousand faggots who weren't the right guy to lead us out of this mess