Trumpocalypse Now

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Ten years ago I got boatloads of flak for tagging Trump as an anti-Christ type (not to be confused with the Anti-Christ character of idiotic theologies like American Zionist dispensationalism or featured in films like The Omen and Left Behind). Due to the biblical illiteracy of roughly 99% of the population, folks on both the Left and Right (two wings of the same dragon) assumed I was painting Orange Epstein as the real-life incarnation of Damien Thorn or Nicolae Carpathia when I was only making a comparatively mild reference to an anti-Christ type of person, as in the kind of wannabe world dominator who is consumed by pride and committed to opposing the lordship of Christ in practice.

I even had a television news hit piece run on me, in which my “Trump as anti-Christ” posts were highlighted by a gay news anchor who understood the subject about as well as the average Zionist Protestant.

Good times.

My plainly and repeatedly calling out Trump as an unrepentantly pride-obsessed phony got me a lot of confused but intense pushback back in the day.

But here we are now in 2026, and oh how the turns have tabled.

As I survey the state of things here in the wee hours of February 19, with yet another Israel-demanded war about to kick off, I can only marvel at the rollercoaster ride we’ve all be on and cringe at what sure seems to be looming large on the horizon.

We’ve got a disintegrating empire teetering on the brink of both economic implosion and civil war, with said empire defined by fake Christianity, fake economics, fake politics, and fake “systems of authority” covering everything from the Federal government all the way down to backwoods Presbyterian denominations run by hick predators with a god complex.

We’re dominated by dangerously misinformed yet exceedingly arrogant “experts” and governmental systems built around the empowerment and enshrinement of these culture-wrecking morons.

We’ve got wars, more wars, and another war on deck, all in the immediate aftermath of installing a “no new wars” figurehead atop the sham government.

And, as the cherry on top, we’ve got inescapable clarity that what masquerades as legitimate authority over us is actually a gang of satanic child-sex-trafficking cannibals and their enablers.

Like I said: Good times.

How’s that MAGA thing working out? How’s that secular “conservatism” going for your family? Your culture? How are future prospects looking for your kids or grandkids?

Are you tired of “winning” yet?

For the sake of full disclosure and basic decency, I should make plain that I voted for Trump.

Twice.

2020 and 2024.

(Yes, I have repented.)

The reason I passed in 2016, aside from recognizing Orange Epstein as an anti-Christ, was that back in 2012 I had finally abandoned and repented of having spent my life up to that point falling for the two party system scam and its “lesser of two evils” approach to escorting us to hell. Once the GOP nominated Mitt Romney, I was out, and finally fully acknowledged what had really been obvious for a very long time: The “two parties” assigned scripted roles in our puppet show parody of a legit political system are actually two wings of the same anti-Christian, freedom-destroying dragon.

No matter how glaringly obvious all of this was, I had been in denial prior to my Romney-fueled breaking point. I had really, really, really wanted the system to be legit. My grandparents had believed. My parents had believed. We all loved Ronald Reagan. I wanted to believe more than Fox Mulder at a UFO convention, so I dove deep and played the game until Romney got the Republican nomination in 2012 and I was done.

Check, please. I’m outta here.

I even wrote two books chronicling some of my frustrations and observations, one aimed at each wing of the dragon (Satan’s Jackass: The Progressive Party’s War on Christianity and Stupid Elephant Tricks: The Other Progressive Party’s War on Christianity).

Then Trump came along and suddenly the 2016 season took on an irresistibly dark comedic vibe that dramatically confirmed all of my claims and suspicions while making for an embarrassingly marvelous pro-wrestling style bit of entertainment. This is where my sad Michael Corleone moment kicked in: “Just when I thought I was out, they pulled me back in!”

Not all the way in, for sure, but enough to have me morbidly fascinated and into the show way more than I should have been. It was just too good, in the worst sense of “good”, like a Best of Jerry Springer marathon or something, but with the last surviving mutant white trash guest winning four-year control of the nuclear football.

How could I not watch that show, am I right?

Donald Trump vs. Hillary Clinton for . . . the Presidency?!

Also, what could possibly scream Judgment of God more than that?

Yet that’s exactly what we wanted and what we got, and people took it all quite seriously.

I have to admit that the night Trump beat Billary was one of the most enjoyable nights of my political life, even though I had mostly checked out of the system and did a write-in for President.

Fast-forward to 2020 and I started voting again, but not in anything resembling a serious manner. I viewed Trump as Godzilla in a sort of Monster Island remake, with him being the delightfully destructive “good guy” monster who was hated by all of the worse monsters who wanted to protect their beloved Swamp from the “outsider” interloper.

Of course, once you start playing the game again it’s hard not to get sucked in, so even though I knew the whole system was a mirage, I still hoped that Trump might make good, which, in hindsight, was pretty dumb.

Then came 2024 and I enjoyed watching God flex his infinite sense of humor while mocking the dying American Empire by dropping Kamala in to replace Zombie Joe. (Or fake Zombie Joe. Who knows for sure?) I even watched Charlie Kirk’s election night coverage as the Orange Epstein completed his uber-dramatic WWE-style comeback, and I enjoyed that night more than I should have.

Old habits die hard.

Again I hoped, but still with the knowledge that the whole thing was a show. I wanted to be wrong, but I knew I wasn’t.

Then the cabinet appointments started rolling in and what little pseudo-optimism I might have had disappeared faster than an important file on Pam Bondi’s desk.

Marco Rubio?!

LOL

The nominations hit like a slow rollout of casting announcements for a Netflix reboot of Lord of the Rings, but worse.

Kash Patel…Pam Bondi…and as a topper we got Bibi Netanyahu’s former campaign consultant as Orange Epstein’s Chief of Staff.

[insert chef’s kiss here]

That should be enough background info to get up to speed on where I’m coming from and how I got here over the last decade. Please leave your own stories in the comments. I’d really like to commiserate.

Which brings us neatly to the unfolding Trumpocalypse.

The still-rolling Epstein Revelations have already offered more than enough to categorize this as at least arguably the most openly grotesque administration in the history of our fake republic.

That’s before even counting the past wars, current wars, and upcoming war(s).

Then there’s the rapidly disintegrating dollar and resulting desperate economic situation for those who have to work for a living.

And the way this guy lies…it really is weird and disturbing, even by American politician standards. He just lies about everything, no matter how obvious and consequential, and then he attacks anyone who notices, especially when they notice that he’s lawlessly and shamelessly covering for a literal gang of satanic child-sex-trafficking cannibals.

It’s hard to believe that this much catastrophic failure and betrayal has been crammed into the first year of a four year term, but here we are. Trump is special that way.

And he’s just getting started.

If once I viewed him as a kind of Godzilla figure, I now understand that, at best, he’s much more of a Mechagodzilla kind of guy.

No.

Scratch that.

That’s way too cruel and unfair to Mechagodzilla now that I think about it.

I mean, you never see or hear about Mechagodzilla raping children or protecting “good friends” who diddle nine-year-olds, do ya?

Sure, Mechagodzilla ate some people, especially the ones we might imagine occupying those cheesy little plastic Japanese tanks trying in vain to defend fake Tokyo. But I don’t think he ever literally ate real kids, including babies, like some people we’ve been reading a lot about lately in files that we were previously assured did not exist and/or were/are a “Democrat hoax”. (Did I mention that the lies are also really stupid when assembled side-by-side together in a timeline?)

And while there’s no denying that Mechagodzilla gloriously pillaged fake cityscapes on low budget movie sets, I’m pretty sure he never literally raped or murdered anyone.

Or got down with a porn star while he was married to his third wife.

Or thought of Paula White as a solid candidate to serve as Spiritual Advisor to the President.

That clinches it. I am compelled to issue a formal apology to Mechagodzilla. Please forgive me, sir.

We will continue our keen analysis of the Orange Epstein as new wars come, old political systems collapse, and the fake economy crashes while new ballrooms are built on the Titanic.

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