Thread by @SamRochadotcom

Like the Unite the Right *WITH NAZI AND CONFEDERATE FLAGS WAVING* where a protestor died or the El Paso Massacre about "the Hispanic invasion of Texas" or any other low hanging thing, the signs of Ali "Alexander" Akbar were there with Catholics Gordon, Marshall, Johnson.

I saw smoke and called it fire. I caught a lot of shit for that. Now you shit givers can eat your own horseshit and I will feed you with it for the benefit of your immortal soul and those who's souls you have imperilled.

I am not scared, intimidated, or even mildly discomforted by a single one of you. I do not find your regurgitated foil-wrapped TV dinners of word salad and insults even remotely interesting. Your souls reflect your empty heads and hearts and at most it makes me feel pity for you.

You are pitiable fools, impoverished by slogans you allowed to slowly take your reason, feelings you still do not understand that you indulged without judgement or discernment. You are lost and dead inside and there is less and less for you to cling to. You are losing badly.

Your forefathers raised me and even had my family stuck in a cult for some time which I will never outlive or recover from. But I will punish you now not only because of my own anger but because I have felt the liberation from that abusive mess and I wish for you to also be free.

But do not forget that losing in waves. Don't pretend to be winning. Your losses are innumerable and mounting. You will try to fortress yourself, somehow, but you cannot hide from a still whisper that remains of your conscience that will always remind you that you have lost.

You literally tried to stop a legal election you called a steal without a shred of evidence and forced your great leader who told you he would never conceded to concede because you shit your costume pants and killed a cop, that is how sloppy, undisciplined, and stupid you are.

I have swung and hit at many of your idols over the years: Father Z, Dreher, Peterson, Franciscan University of Steubenville (my alma mater, mind you), and now Ali "Alexander" and there will be more. I am young, 38, I have a real job *with tenure* and I am trained for the work.

When I play informal, you like to dismiss me as an obscure rando. When I even mention or gesture at my academic appointment and body of academic and artistic work, you either ridicule it or accuse me of elitism. Guess what? I don't care. Your pockets, like your head, are empty.

In the end, this is not about you (and, yes, I realize this rhetorical "you" is a mere device); this is about the innocent and even entirely good folks you have poisoned and taken advantage of. The piety and real goodness you have deprived and spoiled like the very work of Satan.

Do you have any idea how many grandmothers you have assaulted with your hatred? How much money do you get from these people who only want to make the world better and who love their Church and their family? How many of your own family member won't speak to you anymore? How many?

I know you have intimate casualties yourself and, believe me, your children will not follow you en masse. They will reject you. I've seen an entire movement last a single generation because its progeny knew it was not worth preserving. Your lies will die an unceremonious death.

I will always light the pyre for that simple and quiet death as a sign to all those who remain lost in the pit of your darkness and despair. I don't need to, my immediate family is free from it, but I will do it until the day I die too, and I will leave behind maps and messages.

And I am not alone. I never was. But this is not 2006 or even 2012. Today, there is a great number of brothers and sisters with gifts and abilities who also see the decay you have caused and I stand with them and they with me. There are also the elders and teachers who taught us.

So this personal, but never individualistic. That interval between the true person and false individual is where your vast error begins. Because of this, I am never free alone, I must be free for and with all, including my God. Your freedom, by contrast, is lonely and juvenile.

So prepare to drown in a shallow pool of alienated, filthy water, a puddle you are simply too weak and powerless to get out of, or fight a new enemy now, an enemy you know needs to be vanquished: the enemy of your ignorance and sentimental convenience and cold transactional bias.

Appeals to higher knowledge, IQ, facts, logic, “The West,” freedom of speech, and so on are empty vessels. All religious pieties and other smoke screens have vanished. The little they had has evaporated into cliche and know-nothingness. Your only counsellor is your vast error.