Christcucks seethe at Jews for “killing Jesus,” yet every Sunday they line up like pigs at the trough to feast on his flesh and blood. They hate the ones who put him on the cross, but worship the crucifixion itself—because it lets them sin freely, grovel tearfully, and still claim they're saved.

They don’t love Christ. They love what his death gets them. Eternal life, moral superiority, forgiveness without change. They weaponize his sacrifice while pretending to mourn it.

Who’s really worse? The ones who killed him—or the ones who turned his corpse into a vending machine for personal salvation?