Yet Another Day That Lives in Infamy - And Irony

Today is March 13, and two years ago, a Friday no less, they shut down our school campus. They essentially established a formal segregation policy dividing students from their teachers because of a firmly institutionalized and largely fabricated dread of an illness. Public schools are still reeling from this as it has been used to further rationalize the unabashed and pronounced instruction related to socialism (it is fine for the disadvantaged to expropriate wealth from the privileged with all due impunity), sodomism (it is fine for people to express their novel sexual proclivities no matter how immoral many consider them), and racialism (it is fine to furiously censure certain people for being inherently racist).

I recently posted a home page piece at my webzine opening with a remark about that date and the present moribund condition of a popular discount movie theater I'd frequented before. I thought I'd share some photo shots of the other movie posters that were still there, and just make note of the profound irony in each one related to the Covid-obsessed times.

The first is a close-up of that date. It is in a poster for the film I Still Believe -- the irony: how many people still believe World System Operatives, sworn to commit acts of human sacrifice in the service of Cain's Legacy, have their best interests in mind. Wow, are there hundreds of millions of them. Even with the mask mandates being lifted everywhere, many are still wearing masks they'd been told they must or they'd be the worst law-breaking murderers. Adding to the irony is the note about the film I Can Only Imagine -- huh, I can only imagine what it'd be like if people actually knew how much they are being lied to.

Then there are these two films, The Way Back and Onward. I know nothing about the first, seems like it is some kind of basketball film, the second is a Pixar vehicle we once started to watch but abandoned when it just got too stupid and new-agey. Don't get me wrong, there are some amazing Pixar films. I believe Wreck It-Ralph is a cinematic masterpiece, not exaggerating my consideration -- it is a phenomenally well-made Biblical allegory.

But yeah, which is it for all of us on the planet? "The Way Back" as in a spiffy nifty "Great Reset," or "Onward" to the splendidly splendidiferous "New Normal"? Both of these principles are employed by World Ops to convince people that it is best to rigidly follow the newest imaginative ways to get to utopia, you know, so you'll finally be at a point when, well, we all will join together at that point when we'll all get along just fine -- you know, right after we heroically defeat the evil Covid bug and the wicked Putin bellicosity or something we tell you is really bad (and yet-once-again never-mind those people behind the green curtain who've worked hard to make these things these ways to begin with...)

I must say if I say so myself, I'm impressed with the pic I took of The Invisible Man movie poster. You can see the Elisabeth Moss character there on the far right of the poster, just gazing into the shopping area reflected against the poster's glass cover in the photograph -- an area without a single soul there with whom to meaningfully engage. The people are invisible. This is much of why the film itself is so powerful, an exceptionally compelling story that should be called instead The Invisible Woman because the Moss character knows her psycho husband is stalking her in his invisibility suit but no one believes her.

Hmm, is the Covid thing way much more than what the New York Times hegemons are telling us it is? Is the Russia-Ukraine conflict about so much more than what these people are telling us about some pathetic Russian potentate? Why is it people who actually know are invisible? Might be something to look into a bit more -- might require a bit of Cecilia Kass-caliber courage though...

Finally there is the Vin Diesel vehicle from that time, something I'm sure has lots of delightful shoving and shooting and shanking and skewering with the commensurate blood spewing everywhere. But yeah, "Bloodshot," the irony that yeah, the only way God accepts anyone is not by shedding their own blood which means nothing but by appropriating the only act of sacrifice that counts, the one carried out by God's Only Begotten Son in propitiation for one's own sins.

Otherwise, yeah, just like the movie poster says, you're on the altar of Cain's Legacy.

And it will be bloody.

Maybe the image of that first photograph is the best one of all. Most of these films are just propaganda pieces for the World System, and shutting down the place where people are seduced by them is a good thing. Sadly most people will just worship at Cain's altar through Netflix or some streaming service, and what with the Metaverse just around the corner it will get worse.

The irony, though, is precisely what God uses to move His faithful to share Christ with others. The idea is a simple one. That God allows it to show people the horrors of their own wicked hearts, and they would then repent, see His bountiful mercy and charity, and turn to Him to dwell in the Kingdom instead.

That's what I pray for, just looking at what's going on in the World. What people are willfully doing to destroy lives and souls. Oh my.

The field is ripe for harvest, it truly is.

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