Overheard in a Molue:
One day, Americans will thank Trump—
For exposing the innards of their beloved republic.
A nation proud of its racism, cloaked in divine justification à la:
“The subjugation of others built all this. We should do it again… it’s God’s will.”
And perhaps it is.
The will of a god—
The god they created—whose proper name is Mammon.
Why would America ever be grateful to Trump—Mammon’s begotten son?
True darkness from true darkness?
Because he tore the veil.
Forced them to confront the falseness of their faith.
And perhaps—just perhaps—begin the long crawl toward Truth…
A Truth most fully preserved in the Catholic Church.
(Most fully.)
Even among American Catholics, many have lost the plot
(living in a loud pseudo-religious ecosystem has its perils).
(He spoke with such authority. I looked at his feet. He was wearing what we call rubber slippers—flip-flops.)
He continued:
Culture does not float in a vacuum—
It is rooted in religion.
And as long as Mammon remains enthroned as the one true god,
There will be no peace—no justice—on Earth.
Especially as this falsehood masquerading as Christianity is gaining worldwide followership.
(Too soon, we got to my stop. I pulled my shoes, placed them by his feet, and walked away barefooted. He gave a short laugh and said, “You can wear my flip-flops.”)
“Strangest of all?” he continued,
“That same Christian sect reads the book of Revelation, yet fails to grasp that the apocalypse it foretells
Is the judgment of Christian heresy itself…”
“Word!” someone shouted.
I should have found a reason to continue my journey.
Alas, this is all I overheard…
I rest my case.
#dk
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