Why You Need to Be a Religious Fanatic
For so many years I failed to understand how real Satan is—and how actively he’s involved in the affairs of this world. He always seemed less like a real adversary and more like a cartoon bogeyman meant to scare us away from Ouija boards and vampire cults. (In some cases he was presented as a misunderstood Romantic hero protesting God’s dictatorship.) So long as you avoided voodoo and seances and tried to be a halfway decent Christian, he mostly left you alone to live Your Best Life. This is what I’d been led to believe.
If only he had let things be, the Enemy could have exploited this moral sleepiness indefinitely, allowing people like me to wander toward their own doom completely unaware. But a few years ago he got too ambitious.
What became apparent just a few months into the Wuhan Flu Pandemic of 2020 was a larger campaign against old-fashioned human flourishing. Without any shame, the authorities attempted to outlaw activities like exercise, church attendance, and gatherings with family and friends. These activities were declared “non-essential.” Instead of going to the gym or Mass, you were required to decompose at home while watching the latest offerings from Hulu and awaiting further instructions from Anthony Fauci.
Just as tellingly, Regime-approved activities were deemed “essential.” Megachains like Walmart and Target remained open for business and their stock prices hit all-time highs (while smaller non-essential operations were threatened with extinction). Planned Parenthood clinics and marijuana dispensaries stayed open as well. I even read of a judge in California who ruled that the lockdowns did not apply to strip clubs! Maybe most significantly, the BLM/Antifa riots of 2020 were deemed utterly essential—you could burn cities to the ground, but not go to your parents’ house for dinner.
In other words: under Pandemic rule, things that strengthen you (church, gym, barbecues) were largely forbidden, while those that weaken you (weed, abortions, lap dances, anarchy) were safeguarded, guaranteed, and encouraged.
Operators then took advantage of the opportunity by “fortifying” elections, foisting mRNA experiments on the masses, and transferring a few trillion dollars away from working class people and into the pockets of oligarchs. With so much havoc being wreaked on such a grand scale, the Enemy left his fingerprints all over the scene of the crime.
Once you started seeing the patterns you couldn’t stop seeing them, and they illuminated the past as well as the present. In this new light the previous century started to look like the Pandemic in slow-motion: a gradual but relentless promotion of those things that make people weak, from poisonous foods to sexual libertinism and everything in between. The intricacy of the campaign pointed to saboteurs far more adept than our cheap conmen elites; instead of Bill and Klaus as the primary villains, we were dealing instead with spiritual predators who are only too happy to exploit the greed and vanity of our oligarchs for their own purposes. They relentlessly seek to break people made in the image and likeness of God and refashion them as ghosts of what they could have been. This is the larger spiritual lesson of 2020.
If we take just two developments in the last century—industrial seed oils and hormonal birth control—the hints of advanced devilry become more clearly visible.
Once upon a time, the same seed oils now used in almost all packaged foods and commercial kitchens in America were deemed unsuitable for human consumption. They were used as engine lubricant. But then corner-cutting executives got the idea of substituting these cheaper oils for animal fats like butter, lard, and tallow—and their eyes lit up with dollar signs. So they offered a large donation to an upstart research organization which then touted the supposed “heart-healthiness” of this sludge. They also demonized butter as dangerous. Fast-forward to today and a sizable majority of Americans are overweight or obese and riddled with health woes, thanks largely to the mass consumption of a substance which essentially rusts a person from the inside.
The consequences of poisonous food are not limited to the ballooning of waistlines either. Soon the problems of the body turn spiritual and political. In recent years massive campaigns were launched to deny the most obvious truths, like when the cover of a corporate magazine recently proclaimed “This Is Healthy!” with a picture of a 300 lb. woman attempting a yoga pose.
All this because butter had less promising profit margins.
Like seed oils, hormonal birth control is its own revolution/disaster. Despite what we hear from Regime cheerleaders about the sexual liberation of the human race, many of us are more alarmed that “liberation” is code for a rampage of divorce, abortion, STDs, confused and angry feminists, confused and angry incels, and a multitude of other problems. Normally boons don’t take such a toll on human happiness.
These things are obvious to people paying attention. What’s subtler is the way the disasters caused by seed oils and the Pill meet and conspire together.
For one, the flight to the office of women liberated by the Pill only multiplied the demand for cheap food-on-the-go. With millions of mothers no longer dedicating themselves to making the home, families increasingly turn to McDonald’s and Frito Lay for meals and snacks, and these behemoths aren’t about to prepare their food in beef tallow when they can shave a few billion pennies with soybean oil. Problems compound on each other.
Then the damage wrought by seed oils on the body worsens the damage wrought by the Pill on relationships—if only because attractive people become so much rarer! Women who consume machine lubricant for breakfast, lunch, and dinner tend to compare unfavorably to the idealized and enhanced women populating our screens, and it’s not like the chronically inflamed skinny-fat fellow deserves the IG models he gawks at. Our blimped-up bodies are also hormonally ravaged, declining T-levels being just one example. All the exogenous estrogen introduced by the Pill complements this disaster too—and not just for females but males too. (Fittingly enough, women taking birth control often prefer less manly men and in some cases find themselves no longer attracted to their husbands when they go off it.)
Ultimately the Pill serves the same purpose of relentless cost-cutting that gave us seed oils in the first place. Employers cheered on the influx of women to the workforce because it meant cheaper labor, and this downward pressure on wages gradually softened the expectation that a man’s earnings should be enough to support a family. With so many women joining the corporate grind, America could now dedicate increased brainpower to the fakework that happens in those office parks, including the further cheapening of everything, while their children were shipped off to daycares, schools, and other propaganda factories that celebrated these developments Progress!
My point is that seed oils and the Pill coordinate so cunningly to make your life worse that it’s almost like they know each other, almost like they have the same father. Every satanic variable introduces new orders of trouble. The final effect is to turn man into a pathetic version of himself, ever more helpless against the forces seeking to have their way with him. Then our enemies exploit our frustrations by offering palliatives in the form of consumer goods, pharmacological fixes, and radical ideologies. They never met a problem they couldn’t blame on heteronormative white supremacist patriarchy.
All this points to inevitable truths: Satan is a master strategist, this world is his playground, and so many human beings have unwittingly made themselves into his playthings.
This is very bad news indeed. But then you realize that 2020 might have been the best thing that ever happened to us, and that a man might give thanks to God for the gruesome events that led to these realizations. Not that one enjoys the freakshow, but these days are like an Old Testament-style warning in which the Lord confronts us with the truth about the world and our YOLO fever-dreams. One of my favorite commentators on Twitter suggested that 2020 was an especially appropriate year for God to offer the revelation, given its reference to clear sight. Many of us could finally see the truth.
So the obvious conclusion is that you need to become a religious fanatic—because worldly authorities and the demonic powers who guide them have big plans for us. This is the purpose of the “whole armor of God” that St Paul writes of. Without armor we are doomed men walking through Enemy-occupied territory as volleys of poisonous burning darts come flying our way. But those darts will bounce harmlessly off the armored man, and he will have the opportunity to march onto contested fields and do good while there’s still time.
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