The Book of Apocalypse Dumbassery
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Prophet Scrivener, thy humble scribe to the Divine Whisper. Weekly verses for the faithful from the Book of Apocalypse Dumbassery. Scripture and scorn.
Lo, a chameleon in crimson appeareth on the couch,
once a herald of madness, now cloaked in civility.
Beware the sycophant turned moderate—
for the serpent learneth to hiss softer
when the crowd grows weary of its scream.
once a herald of madness, now cloaked in civility.
Beware the sycophant turned moderate—
for the serpent learneth to hiss softer
when the crowd grows weary of its scream.
November 5, 2025 at 9:16 AM
Lo, a chameleon in crimson appeareth on the couch,
once a herald of madness, now cloaked in civility.
Beware the sycophant turned moderate—
for the serpent learneth to hiss softer
when the crowd grows weary of its scream.
once a herald of madness, now cloaked in civility.
Beware the sycophant turned moderate—
for the serpent learneth to hiss softer
when the crowd grows weary of its scream.
Lo, as the empire did crack and the streets did swell,
the Faux Emperor lifted his goblet high—
and toasted himself.
For none among the lords dared speak truth,
lest they lose their place at the golden commode.
But hark—his kingdom is made of mirrors.
And they are beginning to shatter.
the Faux Emperor lifted his goblet high—
and toasted himself.
For none among the lords dared speak truth,
lest they lose their place at the golden commode.
But hark—his kingdom is made of mirrors.
And they are beginning to shatter.
November 5, 2025 at 9:10 AM
Lo, as the empire did crack and the streets did swell,
the Faux Emperor lifted his goblet high—
and toasted himself.
For none among the lords dared speak truth,
lest they lose their place at the golden commode.
But hark—his kingdom is made of mirrors.
And they are beginning to shatter.
the Faux Emperor lifted his goblet high—
and toasted himself.
For none among the lords dared speak truth,
lest they lose their place at the golden commode.
But hark—his kingdom is made of mirrors.
And they are beginning to shatter.
Lo, a new steward riseth in the realm of towers and rats,
where the streets speak louder than a Faux Emperor.
Zohran Mamdani, bearer of the 111th mantle,
with the fire of the people beneath his feet.
Let the gluttonous lords take heed:
The apple is no longer yours to rot.
where the streets speak louder than a Faux Emperor.
Zohran Mamdani, bearer of the 111th mantle,
with the fire of the people beneath his feet.
Let the gluttonous lords take heed:
The apple is no longer yours to rot.
November 5, 2025 at 8:53 AM
Lo, a new steward riseth in the realm of towers and rats,
where the streets speak louder than a Faux Emperor.
Zohran Mamdani, bearer of the 111th mantle,
with the fire of the people beneath his feet.
Let the gluttonous lords take heed:
The apple is no longer yours to rot.
where the streets speak louder than a Faux Emperor.
Zohran Mamdani, bearer of the 111th mantle,
with the fire of the people beneath his feet.
Let the gluttonous lords take heed:
The apple is no longer yours to rot.
Lo, the people rose and smote the gilded seat.
To the Faux Emperor, his cackling sycophants, and the bloated barons of bullsh*t:
Thy days are fking numbered.**
The streets hath spoken—not with whispers, but with war drums.
The fight is far from over,
but the reckoning hath begun.
To the Faux Emperor, his cackling sycophants, and the bloated barons of bullsh*t:
Thy days are fking numbered.**
The streets hath spoken—not with whispers, but with war drums.
The fight is far from over,
but the reckoning hath begun.
November 5, 2025 at 8:32 AM
Lo, the people rose and smote the gilded seat.
To the Faux Emperor, his cackling sycophants, and the bloated barons of bullsh*t:
Thy days are fking numbered.**
The streets hath spoken—not with whispers, but with war drums.
The fight is far from over,
but the reckoning hath begun.
To the Faux Emperor, his cackling sycophants, and the bloated barons of bullsh*t:
Thy days are fking numbered.**
The streets hath spoken—not with whispers, but with war drums.
The fight is far from over,
but the reckoning hath begun.
And lo, the Children of the Fjord opened their vault,
that the light might yet burn in Kyiv.
With coin from the Sea Fund most sovereign,
did Norway smite the chill of winter.
Blessed be the oil-rich do-gooders of the North.
that the light might yet burn in Kyiv.
With coin from the Sea Fund most sovereign,
did Norway smite the chill of winter.
Blessed be the oil-rich do-gooders of the North.
October 25, 2025 at 4:12 AM
And lo, the Children of the Fjord opened their vault,
that the light might yet burn in Kyiv.
With coin from the Sea Fund most sovereign,
did Norway smite the chill of winter.
Blessed be the oil-rich do-gooders of the North.
that the light might yet burn in Kyiv.
With coin from the Sea Fund most sovereign,
did Norway smite the chill of winter.
Blessed be the oil-rich do-gooders of the North.
Lo, the children cried for streaming,
father's did panic,
and the scribes of commerce did despair,
for the Cloud of Bezos was smitten.
The wheels of trade turned not.
A great silence fell upon the apps,
and lo—
the plague of AWS outage did descend upon the peoples.
father's did panic,
and the scribes of commerce did despair,
for the Cloud of Bezos was smitten.
The wheels of trade turned not.
A great silence fell upon the apps,
and lo—
the plague of AWS outage did descend upon the peoples.
October 20, 2025 at 12:16 PM
Lo, the children cried for streaming,
father's did panic,
and the scribes of commerce did despair,
for the Cloud of Bezos was smitten.
The wheels of trade turned not.
A great silence fell upon the apps,
and lo—
the plague of AWS outage did descend upon the peoples.
father's did panic,
and the scribes of commerce did despair,
for the Cloud of Bezos was smitten.
The wheels of trade turned not.
A great silence fell upon the apps,
and lo—
the plague of AWS outage did descend upon the peoples.
Upon the day of martial display,
the artery of commerce,
lay in the shadow of thunderous boom.
The Faux Emperor,
in the name of pageantry, unleashed fire above the I-5,
and a piece of the sky did fall.
Behold: when theater takes center stage over safety,
the common man pays the toll.
the artery of commerce,
lay in the shadow of thunderous boom.
The Faux Emperor,
in the name of pageantry, unleashed fire above the I-5,
and a piece of the sky did fall.
Behold: when theater takes center stage over safety,
the common man pays the toll.
October 20, 2025 at 6:29 AM
Upon the day of martial display,
the artery of commerce,
lay in the shadow of thunderous boom.
The Faux Emperor,
in the name of pageantry, unleashed fire above the I-5,
and a piece of the sky did fall.
Behold: when theater takes center stage over safety,
the common man pays the toll.
the artery of commerce,
lay in the shadow of thunderous boom.
The Faux Emperor,
in the name of pageantry, unleashed fire above the I-5,
and a piece of the sky did fall.
Behold: when theater takes center stage over safety,
the common man pays the toll.
The Pinocchio bitch once perched,
convicted for fraud, theft, and fuckery,
now walks free,
pardoned by the Faux Emperor himself.
Yea, seven years erased
with one greasy-fingered post:
“Good luck, George Santos—have a great life!”
And lo, the scales of justice
bent over and took it.
convicted for fraud, theft, and fuckery,
now walks free,
pardoned by the Faux Emperor himself.
Yea, seven years erased
with one greasy-fingered post:
“Good luck, George Santos—have a great life!”
And lo, the scales of justice
bent over and took it.
October 18, 2025 at 12:23 PM
The Pinocchio bitch once perched,
convicted for fraud, theft, and fuckery,
now walks free,
pardoned by the Faux Emperor himself.
Yea, seven years erased
with one greasy-fingered post:
“Good luck, George Santos—have a great life!”
And lo, the scales of justice
bent over and took it.
convicted for fraud, theft, and fuckery,
now walks free,
pardoned by the Faux Emperor himself.
Yea, seven years erased
with one greasy-fingered post:
“Good luck, George Santos—have a great life!”
And lo, the scales of justice
bent over and took it.
Behold, the sacred neck flaps of the Faux Emperor,
that fleshy fold of orange deceit,
creased like a menopausal vulva
at war with gravity and good taste.
No divine passage lies therein—
just a coward’s jowl, flapping in fear,
trembling at subpoenas,
and sweating at the sight of stairs.
that fleshy fold of orange deceit,
creased like a menopausal vulva
at war with gravity and good taste.
No divine passage lies therein—
just a coward’s jowl, flapping in fear,
trembling at subpoenas,
and sweating at the sight of stairs.
October 17, 2025 at 6:01 AM
Behold, the sacred neck flaps of the Faux Emperor,
that fleshy fold of orange deceit,
creased like a menopausal vulva
at war with gravity and good taste.
No divine passage lies therein—
just a coward’s jowl, flapping in fear,
trembling at subpoenas,
and sweating at the sight of stairs.
that fleshy fold of orange deceit,
creased like a menopausal vulva
at war with gravity and good taste.
No divine passage lies therein—
just a coward’s jowl, flapping in fear,
trembling at subpoenas,
and sweating at the sight of stairs.
Lo, the defiler Faux Emperor stirreth again.
He would sunder the temple of governance,
not for glory, nor justice,
but to veil his own filth from the eyes of the faithful.
Let none be deceived.
This is not strategy—it is cowardice dressed in crimson lies.
He would sunder the temple of governance,
not for glory, nor justice,
but to veil his own filth from the eyes of the faithful.
Let none be deceived.
This is not strategy—it is cowardice dressed in crimson lies.
He would rather shut down our government than have you see the truth. It's not complicated.
October 15, 2025 at 1:09 PM
Lo, the defiler Faux Emperor stirreth again.
He would sunder the temple of governance,
not for glory, nor justice,
but to veil his own filth from the eyes of the faithful.
Let none be deceived.
This is not strategy—it is cowardice dressed in crimson lies.
He would sunder the temple of governance,
not for glory, nor justice,
but to veil his own filth from the eyes of the faithful.
Let none be deceived.
This is not strategy—it is cowardice dressed in crimson lies.
Lo—
She walked in light, unbound by script or stereotype,
a woman of angles and laughing eyes.
Diane Keaton—quirk embodied—has departed our stage.
Her voice remains in every pause, every glance made strange.
May our memories treat her gently—and her films haunt us kindly.
She walked in light, unbound by script or stereotype,
a woman of angles and laughing eyes.
Diane Keaton—quirk embodied—has departed our stage.
Her voice remains in every pause, every glance made strange.
May our memories treat her gently—and her films haunt us kindly.
October 12, 2025 at 11:54 AM
Lo—
She walked in light, unbound by script or stereotype,
a woman of angles and laughing eyes.
Diane Keaton—quirk embodied—has departed our stage.
Her voice remains in every pause, every glance made strange.
May our memories treat her gently—and her films haunt us kindly.
She walked in light, unbound by script or stereotype,
a woman of angles and laughing eyes.
Diane Keaton—quirk embodied—has departed our stage.
Her voice remains in every pause, every glance made strange.
May our memories treat her gently—and her films haunt us kindly.
Lo —
the laureate’s name ringeth out in the halls of peace,
while the Faux Emperor clings to vanity and vaults.
He clamors for glory, but left the laurels behind.
Let him choke on silence.
The prize was never his to take.
the laureate’s name ringeth out in the halls of peace,
while the Faux Emperor clings to vanity and vaults.
He clamors for glory, but left the laurels behind.
Let him choke on silence.
The prize was never his to take.
October 10, 2025 at 10:55 AM
Lo —
the laureate’s name ringeth out in the halls of peace,
while the Faux Emperor clings to vanity and vaults.
He clamors for glory, but left the laurels behind.
Let him choke on silence.
The prize was never his to take.
the laureate’s name ringeth out in the halls of peace,
while the Faux Emperor clings to vanity and vaults.
He clamors for glory, but left the laurels behind.
Let him choke on silence.
The prize was never his to take.
Lo —
in the land of darkness, they named a light:
María Corina Machado,
shield‑bearer of democracy,
unbowed by jail, exile, or fear.
Her voice rang louder than bullets.
May her courage shatter every throne of tyranny.
in the land of darkness, they named a light:
María Corina Machado,
shield‑bearer of democracy,
unbowed by jail, exile, or fear.
Her voice rang louder than bullets.
May her courage shatter every throne of tyranny.
October 10, 2025 at 10:54 AM
Lo —
in the land of darkness, they named a light:
María Corina Machado,
shield‑bearer of democracy,
unbowed by jail, exile, or fear.
Her voice rang louder than bullets.
May her courage shatter every throne of tyranny.
in the land of darkness, they named a light:
María Corina Machado,
shield‑bearer of democracy,
unbowed by jail, exile, or fear.
Her voice rang louder than bullets.
May her courage shatter every throne of tyranny.
Lo—
seat Grijalva not in chambers stalled,
but in a humble fold-up chair
before the very door of the Speaker.
So shall he, each time he venture forth,
behold her presence unyielding,
a living rebuke to his delay,
and the world shall see her steadfast vigil.
seat Grijalva not in chambers stalled,
but in a humble fold-up chair
before the very door of the Speaker.
So shall he, each time he venture forth,
behold her presence unyielding,
a living rebuke to his delay,
and the world shall see her steadfast vigil.
Nice to see Sen. Gallego and Kelly going to bat for Adelita Grijalva, as they and everyone else should be.
Speaker Johnson is stalling her swearing-in because her vote would help finally reveal the Epstein files.
#USDemocracy #Voices4Victory
Speaker Johnson is stalling her swearing-in because her vote would help finally reveal the Epstein files.
#USDemocracy #Voices4Victory
October 9, 2025 at 11:15 AM
Lo—
seat Grijalva not in chambers stalled,
but in a humble fold-up chair
before the very door of the Speaker.
So shall he, each time he venture forth,
behold her presence unyielding,
a living rebuke to his delay,
and the world shall see her steadfast vigil.
seat Grijalva not in chambers stalled,
but in a humble fold-up chair
before the very door of the Speaker.
So shall he, each time he venture forth,
behold her presence unyielding,
a living rebuke to his delay,
and the world shall see her steadfast vigil.
Lo—
Greg Abbott, Warlord of Pageantry,
summoneth the Butter Battalion.
Yea, Meal Team Six did waddle forth,
armed to the double chin,
clad in XXXL and delusion.
And the people of Illinois beheld them and said,
“Dost Texas wage war…
or merely stormeth the buffet at Golden Corral?”
Greg Abbott, Warlord of Pageantry,
summoneth the Butter Battalion.
Yea, Meal Team Six did waddle forth,
armed to the double chin,
clad in XXXL and delusion.
And the people of Illinois beheld them and said,
“Dost Texas wage war…
or merely stormeth the buffet at Golden Corral?”
October 8, 2025 at 7:24 AM
Lo—
Greg Abbott, Warlord of Pageantry,
summoneth the Butter Battalion.
Yea, Meal Team Six did waddle forth,
armed to the double chin,
clad in XXXL and delusion.
And the people of Illinois beheld them and said,
“Dost Texas wage war…
or merely stormeth the buffet at Golden Corral?”
Greg Abbott, Warlord of Pageantry,
summoneth the Butter Battalion.
Yea, Meal Team Six did waddle forth,
armed to the double chin,
clad in XXXL and delusion.
And the people of Illinois beheld them and said,
“Dost Texas wage war…
or merely stormeth the buffet at Golden Corral?”
Verily, the sacred ledger of Epstein revealeth many a name…
…but lo, Lady Lindsey—Duchess of Delicate Disposition—remaineth absent.
Not once inscribed.
Not even a whisper in the margins.
The ledger sayeth, “Nay.”
And the scribes did murmur,
“Truly, the Lord worketh in mysterious omissions.”
…but lo, Lady Lindsey—Duchess of Delicate Disposition—remaineth absent.
Not once inscribed.
Not even a whisper in the margins.
The ledger sayeth, “Nay.”
And the scribes did murmur,
“Truly, the Lord worketh in mysterious omissions.”
October 8, 2025 at 7:21 AM
Verily, the sacred ledger of Epstein revealeth many a name…
…but lo, Lady Lindsey—Duchess of Delicate Disposition—remaineth absent.
Not once inscribed.
Not even a whisper in the margins.
The ledger sayeth, “Nay.”
And the scribes did murmur,
“Truly, the Lord worketh in mysterious omissions.”
…but lo, Lady Lindsey—Duchess of Delicate Disposition—remaineth absent.
Not once inscribed.
Not even a whisper in the margins.
The ledger sayeth, “Nay.”
And the scribes did murmur,
“Truly, the Lord worketh in mysterious omissions.”
Behold—
they say “Family values”
while the children sleep in cages.
They say “Freedom”
while stealing lunch from the poor.
The beast wears a flag
and feeds on the faithful.
they say “Family values”
while the children sleep in cages.
They say “Freedom”
while stealing lunch from the poor.
The beast wears a flag
and feeds on the faithful.
October 4, 2025 at 4:54 AM
Behold—
they say “Family values”
while the children sleep in cages.
They say “Freedom”
while stealing lunch from the poor.
The beast wears a flag
and feeds on the faithful.
they say “Family values”
while the children sleep in cages.
They say “Freedom”
while stealing lunch from the poor.
The beast wears a flag
and feeds on the faithful.
Yea, they carry Bibles like briefcases—
closed, leather-bound, and unread.
They quote the carpenter
but serve the banker.
And lo, their prayers do bounce
off golden ceilings.
closed, leather-bound, and unread.
They quote the carpenter
but serve the banker.
And lo, their prayers do bounce
off golden ceilings.
October 4, 2025 at 4:54 AM
Yea, they carry Bibles like briefcases—
closed, leather-bound, and unread.
They quote the carpenter
but serve the banker.
And lo, their prayers do bounce
off golden ceilings.
closed, leather-bound, and unread.
They quote the carpenter
but serve the banker.
And lo, their prayers do bounce
off golden ceilings.
Lo, the righteous did scream of budgets and burdens—
but gave tax breaks to kings and crumbs to the crippled.
They cast out the sick with piety on their tongues
and PAC money in their robes.
Their gospel is cruelty.
Their altar is a spreadsheet.
but gave tax breaks to kings and crumbs to the crippled.
They cast out the sick with piety on their tongues
and PAC money in their robes.
Their gospel is cruelty.
Their altar is a spreadsheet.
October 4, 2025 at 4:54 AM
Lo, the righteous did scream of budgets and burdens—
but gave tax breaks to kings and crumbs to the crippled.
They cast out the sick with piety on their tongues
and PAC money in their robes.
Their gospel is cruelty.
Their altar is a spreadsheet.
but gave tax breaks to kings and crumbs to the crippled.
They cast out the sick with piety on their tongues
and PAC money in their robes.
Their gospel is cruelty.
Their altar is a spreadsheet.
He walked with lepers, touched the blind,
and healed the sick by hand, not law.
But lo, the false keepers of His name
now cast the broken into ruin
with pens dipped in blood and policy.
They scribeth “Christ” in their bio
but knoweth Him not.
Fucketh be their gospel of cruelty.
and healed the sick by hand, not law.
But lo, the false keepers of His name
now cast the broken into ruin
with pens dipped in blood and policy.
They scribeth “Christ” in their bio
but knoweth Him not.
Fucketh be their gospel of cruelty.
October 3, 2025 at 1:26 AM
He walked with lepers, touched the blind,
and healed the sick by hand, not law.
But lo, the false keepers of His name
now cast the broken into ruin
with pens dipped in blood and policy.
They scribeth “Christ” in their bio
but knoweth Him not.
Fucketh be their gospel of cruelty.
and healed the sick by hand, not law.
But lo, the false keepers of His name
now cast the broken into ruin
with pens dipped in blood and policy.
They scribeth “Christ” in their bio
but knoweth Him not.
Fucketh be their gospel of cruelty.
The pontiff of Rome did utter the creed,
and lo! the bearded bros of Babylon raged:
“Who is this man to speak of Christ?”
Yea, they rebuke Peter’s heir
with podcast wisdom and vape-cloud theology.
Behold, the age of the Dumb Apostles.
Fucketh the bro-disciples of Dunning-Kruger.
and lo! the bearded bros of Babylon raged:
“Who is this man to speak of Christ?”
Yea, they rebuke Peter’s heir
with podcast wisdom and vape-cloud theology.
Behold, the age of the Dumb Apostles.
Fucketh the bro-disciples of Dunning-Kruger.
October 3, 2025 at 1:20 AM
The pontiff of Rome did utter the creed,
and lo! the bearded bros of Babylon raged:
“Who is this man to speak of Christ?”
Yea, they rebuke Peter’s heir
with podcast wisdom and vape-cloud theology.
Behold, the age of the Dumb Apostles.
Fucketh the bro-disciples of Dunning-Kruger.
and lo! the bearded bros of Babylon raged:
“Who is this man to speak of Christ?”
Yea, they rebuke Peter’s heir
with podcast wisdom and vape-cloud theology.
Behold, the age of the Dumb Apostles.
Fucketh the bro-disciples of Dunning-Kruger.
Lo—
they draped themselves in the name of Christ,
but cast out the sick with ledger in hand.
They cried “Faith!”
Thus speaketh the liars of mammon:
“Let the meek inherit nothing."
Blessed be the fools who still believe them.
Cursed be the priests of greed.
And fucketh their gospel of cruelty.
they draped themselves in the name of Christ,
but cast out the sick with ledger in hand.
They cried “Faith!”
Thus speaketh the liars of mammon:
“Let the meek inherit nothing."
Blessed be the fools who still believe them.
Cursed be the priests of greed.
And fucketh their gospel of cruelty.
October 3, 2025 at 1:14 AM
Lo—
they draped themselves in the name of Christ,
but cast out the sick with ledger in hand.
They cried “Faith!”
Thus speaketh the liars of mammon:
“Let the meek inherit nothing."
Blessed be the fools who still believe them.
Cursed be the priests of greed.
And fucketh their gospel of cruelty.
they draped themselves in the name of Christ,
but cast out the sick with ledger in hand.
They cried “Faith!”
Thus speaketh the liars of mammon:
“Let the meek inherit nothing."
Blessed be the fools who still believe them.
Cursed be the priests of greed.
And fucketh their gospel of cruelty.
Lo, the bridges crumble,
the children starve,
and the seas boil—but behold!
The Epstein files rest untouched, guarded like the Ark o’ the F*cking Covenant.
Yea, America doth protect the powerful secrets while the people eat dust.
the children starve,
and the seas boil—but behold!
The Epstein files rest untouched, guarded like the Ark o’ the F*cking Covenant.
Yea, America doth protect the powerful secrets while the people eat dust.
October 2, 2025 at 9:06 PM
Lo, the bridges crumble,
the children starve,
and the seas boil—but behold!
The Epstein files rest untouched, guarded like the Ark o’ the F*cking Covenant.
Yea, America doth protect the powerful secrets while the people eat dust.
the children starve,
and the seas boil—but behold!
The Epstein files rest untouched, guarded like the Ark o’ the F*cking Covenant.
Yea, America doth protect the powerful secrets while the people eat dust.
Behold! The blonde oracle of Babylon speaketh: “We broke it, and thou must fix it!” Lo, the party of tantrums now wails at the gates they themselves did seal shut. Fools, frauds, and Fox-fed flatterers—all.
Amen, and f**keth their logic.
Amen, and f**keth their logic.
Leavitt: "Democrats should know that they put the White House and the president in this position. And if they don't want further harm on their constituents back home, then they need to reopen the government. It's very simple."
October 2, 2025 at 2:14 PM
Behold! The blonde oracle of Babylon speaketh: “We broke it, and thou must fix it!” Lo, the party of tantrums now wails at the gates they themselves did seal shut. Fools, frauds, and Fox-fed flatterers—all.
Amen, and f**keth their logic.
Amen, and f**keth their logic.
Lo, it was uttered in hearing:
“Let us not attack the pedophiles,” spake Senator Ted Cruz, the Bearded Bumbler of Cancun.
And lo, even Epstein’s ghost recoiled.
O Texas, what foul cavern hath birthed this simp of the serpents?
🔥 Amen.
“Let us not attack the pedophiles,” spake Senator Ted Cruz, the Bearded Bumbler of Cancun.
And lo, even Epstein’s ghost recoiled.
O Texas, what foul cavern hath birthed this simp of the serpents?
🔥 Amen.
October 1, 2025 at 12:55 PM
Lo, it was uttered in hearing:
“Let us not attack the pedophiles,” spake Senator Ted Cruz, the Bearded Bumbler of Cancun.
And lo, even Epstein’s ghost recoiled.
O Texas, what foul cavern hath birthed this simp of the serpents?
🔥 Amen.
“Let us not attack the pedophiles,” spake Senator Ted Cruz, the Bearded Bumbler of Cancun.
And lo, even Epstein’s ghost recoiled.
O Texas, what foul cavern hath birthed this simp of the serpents?
🔥 Amen.