10/10🧵Only worship remained—oozing, gnawing, slavering, unrelenting, grotesque, absurd. A living, breathing, vomiting monument to devotion that’s refused to end.

(Did I get it right?, My daughter’s creativity in warped horror writing gave some input on this.)

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9/10🧵Watching it was like staring at humanity’s soul kneaded, stretched, shredded, and swallowed whole by its own desperate craving for proximity to this perfection. Every shred of reason, every ounce of dignity, every fragment of self-respect had been devoured. ⤵️

9/10🧵Each one desperate to be the most enmeshed, the most worshipful, the most revoltingly devoted.

The spectacle was endless, a tidal wave of servility so overpowering it felt like the air itself had liquefied into submission.⤵️

8/10🧵all trying to fuse themselves into the grotesque idol they served.

Each one desperate to be the most enmeshed, the most worshipful, the most revoltingly devoted.

The spectacle was endless, a tidal wave of servility so overpowering it felt like the air itself had liquefied into submission.⤵️

7/8🧵so exotic so beautiful like we’ve never seen before!”

The words slithered through the room, thick and alive, infecting every other sound, twisting the air into a living, pulsing shrine of obsession. Bodies bent, twisted, wriggled, craned—limbs trembling, hands clawing, spines arched—⤵️

6/8🧵“The world exists only to see you! Nobel Prizes, monuments, entire nations kneeling!”

And then the Department of Labor secretary’s voice rose above the chorus, a grotesque crown atop the avalanche of worship: “You’re one big beautiful face on the banner, on the Department of Labor building—⤵️

5/8🧵Every laugh was a jagged bark of obedience, every nod a contortion of pride and dignity into complete surrender.

They didn’t speak—they vomited adoration, drowning the room in a slurry of grotesque syllables that clung to walls and pooled on the floor like rancid honey.⤵️

4/8🧵voices shrieked, tripping over one another, each syllable a sticky, molten gush of praise that dripped from lips like molten wax.

Heads tilted, bodies leaned, tongues flailed metaphorically and almost literally in a grotesque dance of submission.⤵️

3/5🧵muscles taut with a mix of terror and devotion, veins throbbing as every inch of their bodies strained toward him. Every movement was grotesque, convulsive, like they were puppets being forced to kneel inside themselves.

“Your face: perfection itself! The only face the world has ever needed!”⤵️

2/5🧵Faces glistened with sweat and drool, mouths twitching, lips quivering, necks craned forward as if they could physically merge with him, hands trembling, reaching, clawing, itching to touch the invisible halo of his presence. Eyes bulged with forced awe, pupils dilated,⤵️

5/5🧵The fire caused a “significant amount of damage” to a portion of the residence, state police said. Shapiro and his family had been in a different part of the residence, police said

State Police said they were leading a multiagency investigation into the fire.
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4/5🧵Pennsylvania State Police after the fire broke out.
The Harrisburg Bureau of Fire was called to the residence and,while they worked to put out the fire,police evacuated Shapiro and his family from the residence safely,
"Thank God no one was injured and the fire was extinguished," Shapiro said.⤵️

3/5🧵was ongoing, they were "prepared to say at this time that this was an act of arson."
Police gave no other details.
In a statement, Shapiro, viewed as a potential White House contender for the Democratic Party in 2028, said he and his family woke up at about 2 a.m. to bangs on the door from the ⤵️

2/5🧵the fire was extinguished,according to authorities.
The fire broke out overnight on the first night of the Jewish holiday of Passover, which Shapiro and his family had celebrated at the governor's official residence in the state capital of Harrisburg.

State Police that, while the investigation⤵️

6/6🧵with others, in the hopes of inspiring kindness, compassion, and hope in those around me. Join me in spreading this message of hope and resilience.

You can save the picture and share virtually and/or make your own “knapsack” to share physically with those near by.

5/8🧵around at the challenges our world is facing, I'm reminded of the power of kindness and hope. I feel compelled to share this symbol of resilience with others, to remind them that they are not alone and that there is always hope.

I plan to share the story and contents of the "Knapsack of Hope"⤵️

4/8🧵In that moment, I felt seen,heard,and understood.The "Knapsack of Hope"became a beacon of light during a dark time,reminding me that I was not alone and that there were still good people in the world.

Today, I rediscovered the original”Knapsack of Hope" in a moment of perfect timing. As I look⤵️

3/8🧵clear plastic bag filled with everyday items,each one carefully chosen to symbolize hope and resilience. A pink paper with a beautiful poem, "Knapsack of Hope," was stapled to the bag, explaining the significance of each item.

The stranger's kindness and thoughtfulness touched my heart deeply.⤵️

2/8🧵psychiatric emergency, and I was overwhelmed with worry and uncertainty. To make matters worse,this was our first time away from each other,and the separation felt unbearable.

As I sat in the park, tears streaming down my face,a stranger approached me with a gentle smile. She handed me a small⤵️