Imagine Jesus strolling back into town, not on a white horse with a halo, but as a rogue revolutionary with dusty sandals and a keen eye for hypocrisy. What’s he here to do? Not to condemn the gays—hell no. He’s here to call out the bullshit peddled by the sanctimonious pricks turning religion into a weapon. Here’s the raw truth: Jesus never muttered a word about homosexuality. Not one. While these modern Pharisees are out there preaching hate under steeples, Jesus was the guy flipping tables...

Imagine Jesus strolling back into town, not on a white horse with a halo, but as a rogue revolutionary with dusty sandals and a keen eye for hypocrisy. What’s he here to do? Not to condemn the gays—hell no. He’s here to call out the bullshit peddled by the sanctimonious pricks turning religion into a weapon. Here’s the raw truth: Jesus never muttered a word about homosexuality. Not one. While these modern Pharisees are out there preaching hate under steeples, Jesus was the guy flipping tables...

This twisted, regressive web of geopolitics—in a world where the grotesque dance of power and greed unfolds on the backs of the youngest generations, erased in Ukraine or obliterated in Gaza before reaching the tender age of ten—we, the disillusioned sons and daughters of America, renounce the chains of apathy. We declare unwavering allegiance to the Palestinian cause, a profoundly human cause. From the darkness, the cries of the countless thousands of innocent lives demand attention, and the...

This twisted, regressive web of geopolitics—in a world where the grotesque dance of power and greed unfolds on the backs of the youngest generations, erased in Ukraine or obliterated in Gaza before reaching the tender age of ten—we, the disillusioned sons and daughters of America, renounce the chains of apathy. We declare unwavering allegiance to the Palestinian cause, a profoundly human cause. From the darkness, the cries of the countless thousands of innocent lives demand attention, and the...

Listen up, because we’re about to dive headfirst into the swirling chaos of metaphysical madness. The world’s on the verge of WW3, and American politics has sadly taken a bloody and violent turn. The flames of Rome are licking at our feet, and the rhetoric is as toxic as it gets. In this pandemonium, we’re left wondering if we’re really steering this ship or just puppets in a cosmic farce. My life’s twisted journey from combat to casting out demons has prepped me for this very moment—I’ve had...

Listen up, because we’re about to dive headfirst into the swirling chaos of metaphysical madness. The world’s on the verge of WW3, and American politics has sadly taken a bloody and violent turn. The flames of Rome are licking at our feet, and the rhetoric is as toxic as it gets. In this pandemonium, we’re left wondering if we’re really steering this ship or just puppets in a cosmic farce. My life’s twisted journey from combat to casting out demons has prepped me for this very moment—I’ve had...

Let's dive into the abyss, shall we? Trump's racked up 34 felony charges like they're vintage vinyls, all because he allegedly tossed hush money at Stormy Daniels to keep the ballots clean. Revolutionary? Hardly. Flashback to Bill Clinton, who dished out a cool $850,000 to Paula Jones while cozy in the Oval Office, dodging felony charges like Neo in The Matrix. What's the game here? Trump is the witch at the stake, facing the fire for possibly tilting the 2016 scales. Yet,...

Let's dive into the abyss, shall we? Trump's racked up 34 felony charges like they're vintage vinyls, all because he allegedly tossed hush money at Stormy Daniels to keep the ballots clean. Revolutionary? Hardly. Flashback to Bill Clinton, who dished out a cool $850,000 to Paula Jones while cozy in the Oval Office, dodging felony charges like Neo in The Matrix. What's the game here? Trump is the witch at the stake, facing the fire for possibly tilting the 2016 scales. Yet,...

Here’s the deal: Evangelical Christians who think Trump is God’s chosen one are cherry-picking Bible verses like it’s a damn dinette set. They conveniently ignore the parts that don’t fit their narrative. You know, like Paul saying to pray for all leaders because God put them there. So, guess what? If God put Trump in office, He also put Biden there. But you don’t see these folks sending any prayers Biden’s way, do you? Burn in hell prayers don’t count. Let’s talk Romans 13:1-2 for a minute: ...

Here’s the deal: Evangelical Christians who think Trump is God’s chosen one are cherry-picking Bible verses like it’s a damn dinette set. They conveniently ignore the parts that don’t fit their narrative. You know, like Paul saying to pray for all leaders because God put them there. So, guess what? If God put Trump in office, He also put Biden there. But you don’t see these folks sending any prayers Biden’s way, do you? Burn in hell prayers don’t count. Let’s talk Romans 13:1-2 for a minute: ...

Since ya'll have gone full retard... Comparing Donald Trump’s legal woes to the trial and crucifixion of Jesus Christ is like comparing a circus sideshow to a symphony. It’s a grotesque misunderstanding of history and theology, a collision of sacred narrative and modern political theater. Jesus Christ, the revered Son of God for billions, endured a mockery of justice orchestrated by religious and political powers who saw his radical message of love and redemption as a threat to their iro...

Since ya'll have gone full retard... Comparing Donald Trump’s legal woes to the trial and crucifixion of Jesus Christ is like comparing a circus sideshow to a symphony. It’s a grotesque misunderstanding of history and theology, a collision of sacred narrative and modern political theater. Jesus Christ, the revered Son of God for billions, endured a mockery of justice orchestrated by religious and political powers who saw his radical message of love and redemption as a threat to their iro...

In the riotous carnival of human folly, betrayal is the lion that decides, mid-performance, to dine on the ringmaster. It’s a plot twist more predictable than a soap opera cliffhanger, yet it catches us with our pants down every time, leaving us in the center ring, clutching our metaphorical undergarments, as the audience (aka life) roars with laughter. The sting of betrayal, especially from a supposed comrade-in-arms, isn't just a slap across the face—it's a pie, filled with rocks ...

In the riotous carnival of human folly, betrayal is the lion that decides, mid-performance, to dine on the ringmaster. It’s a plot twist more predictable than a soap opera cliffhanger, yet it catches us with our pants down every time, leaving us in the center ring, clutching our metaphorical undergarments, as the audience (aka life) roars with laughter. The sting of betrayal, especially from a supposed comrade-in-arms, isn't just a slap across the face—it's a pie, filled with rocks ...

The shadows of drones loom large over distant lands, from those shadows my voice rises from the echoes of a past life. As a former evangelical Christian and a veteran of the "War on Terror," my perspective on these issues cuts through the haze with a sharp, personal acuity. The scars of war and faith color my view, painting a stark picture of the dissonance between the morals preached and the horrors we see executed. Are we really so numb, so utterly disconnected, that the signing of bombs—an...

The shadows of drones loom large over distant lands, from those shadows my voice rises from the echoes of a past life. As a former evangelical Christian and a veteran of the "War on Terror," my perspective on these issues cuts through the haze with a sharp, personal acuity. The scars of war and faith color my view, painting a stark picture of the dissonance between the morals preached and the horrors we see executed. Are we really so numb, so utterly disconnected, that the signing of bombs—an...

In the thrum of the streets across this vast, sprawling country, the pulse of protest beats a somber rhythm. It’s a symphony of defiance, a testament to the spirit of the young, the bold, and the restless. From the concrete avenues of New York to the wind-swept corners of San Francisco, the voices rise—a chorus not bound by age or creed, but united in a pursuit for peace. Among them, young Jewish protesters raise their banners high, their slogans echoing through the march. "To be anti-Zionist...

In the thrum of the streets across this vast, sprawling country, the pulse of protest beats a somber rhythm. It’s a symphony of defiance, a testament to the spirit of the young, the bold, and the restless. From the concrete avenues of New York to the wind-swept corners of San Francisco, the voices rise—a chorus not bound by age or creed, but united in a pursuit for peace. Among them, young Jewish protesters raise their banners high, their slogans echoing through the march. "To be anti-Zionist...

In the gritty theatre of relationships—friendships, marriages, alliances—loyalty often demands a hefty price, particularly when it dances with deceit. Picture this: your comrade, partner, or sibling blatantly lies. It’s public, it’s undeniable, but there you are, still in their corner, defending a crumbling fortress of falsehoods. This isn’t merely about blind allegiance; it’s about the stark moral choices that shape us. Loyalty, that beast we tame with promises of eternal camaraderie, can tu...

In the gritty theatre of relationships—friendships, marriages, alliances—loyalty often demands a hefty price, particularly when it dances with deceit. Picture this: your comrade, partner, or sibling blatantly lies. It’s public, it’s undeniable, but there you are, still in their corner, defending a crumbling fortress of falsehoods. This isn’t merely about blind allegiance; it’s about the stark moral choices that shape us. Loyalty, that beast we tame with promises of eternal camaraderie, can tu...