The devil of this world doesn’t need horns—he runs the banks, owns the churches, and keeps christcucks neutered with fairy tales of eternal reward. He hands them a blood-soaked participation trophy, tells them it’s a “crown,” and they lap it up like obedient cattle. Their “king” is just a psyop now—stripped of fire, nailed to a post, turned into a pacifist mascot to keep the flock docile while the real rulers gut the world. They’re too doped up on guilt porn and communion wafers to see it. The devil didn’t fight Christ—he franchised him. Every onions-faced preacher parroting “turn the other cheek” is just another cog in the globalist machine keeping real resistance from ever sparking.

They kneel before a throne made of lies and call it holy. It’s a fake kingdom pushed by NGOs, Vatican pedos, and UN-friendly pulpits, all designed to make sure the strong never rise. “Suffer now, reward later”—what a perfect way to keep men broken, quiet, and working. Their Messiah's blood is sold like a product, his story warped into a Netflix-tier redemption arc for sheep too scared to fight back. The so-called “body of Christ” is just the host for the parasite: an empire of spiritual welfare queens defending their chains while thinking they’re chosen. Meanwhile, Satan laughs from his corner office, watching the faithful guard their own prison.

Religion is intellectual cowardice disguised as wisdom—the refuge of minds too weak to confront reality without cosmic babysitters yet too arrogant to admit their ignorance. The religious believer represents peak midwit pathology: sophisticated enough to recognize life's fundamental meaninglessness and mortality's finality, but psychologically too fragile to accept these truths without retreating into elaborate fantasy systems about invisible sky parents who validate their existence. They've transcended the hunter-gatherer's honest relationship with uncertainty but lack the intellectual backbone to construct meaning through reason alone, instead demanding that the universe care about their personal comfort and provide them with eternal significance they haven't earned.

The religious mind exhibits the worst of both intellectual extremes—the simple person's gullibility combined with the sophisticated person's capacity for self-deception. These are people who can perform complex reasoning when it serves their predetermined conclusions but immediately abandon logical standards when confronted with evidence that threatens their psychological security blanket. They've weaponized intelligence in service of stupidity, using their cognitive abilities not to discover truth but to construct increasingly elaborate rationalizations for believing what they desperately need to be true. The religious believer is essentially a grown adult who still needs bedtime stories about cosmic justice and personal immortality, too emotionally stunted to find meaning in finite existence and too intellectually dishonest to admit they've chosen comforting lies over difficult truths. They represent the failure of human reason—smart enough to know better, too weak to do better.