Eucatastrophe

Orbital March of the Ten Thousand

It’s over. A beautiful young girl was taken from her parents, gang-raped by migrants, traumatised so badly she tried to kill herself, and left paraplegic. And now, the Spanish state has killed her to harvest her organs. Rest in peace, Noelia. You deserved so much better.

Most people really don't realize that in *our lifetimes* we will see factories, settlements, and giant electromagnetic railguns on the Moon

The "social conservatives" were right about everything. We have been right about everything for decades. Literally everything. We told you that if you tolerate euthanasia even for the terminally ill, even for the "extreme cases," very soon it will be used to put down anyone the state deems inconvenient or burdensome. And that is exactly what has happened, just as we said it would.

When you realize there's no political solution, and there's only one way out of this mess.

The rapidly shrinking Department of Education is abandoning its headquarters, widely regarded as the ugliest building in DC. What should the building be used for now?

Everything wrong with the Church of England in one photograph. The Dean of Canterbury (a homosexual in a civil partnership with another man) installing the fake Archbishopess (1 Timothy 2:12) on St. Augustine's chair as a gaggle of female clergy watch on. No wonder the CofE is dying, the hierarchy has completely sold out to the world, the flesh and the devil. The feminist take over is total, the full apostasy is now complete.

I want to take a minute and pause. Zoom out with me. Let’s look at the big picture here. We are a society that has, for better or for worse, decided blackface/whiteface and racial caricature in general goes against our values. We are also a society that is making an exception for that rule, so long as we’re making fun of and attacking the widow of a man who was brutally murdered in cold blood. Taking these two datapoints into account, we are a society that deserves some plagues or even an asteroid at this point. I can assure you with my whole chest, that if this were a White person doing blackface to smear the widow of an assassinated Democrat, my reaction would be no different. Participating in this is a one way path to Hell. Go along with it at your own risk, but don’t come crying to me about “social order” or the “division” in this country ever again.

If I’ve seen any one of you with this shirt, I swear in the name of every single holy thing in this universe that I will attack you with all the strength in my being and fuck you up in levels that the universe itself would file a restraining order against me for excessive cosmic disruption. That the very foundations of 1453 will tremble once more, and the ghosts of the Janissaries themselves will rise up to join me in turning your smug Byzantine-revival cosplay into a cautionary tale whispered in every Turkish tea house from here to the Bosphorus. I will not sit and idle by while you parade that “Make Istanbul Constantinople Again” shirt like it’s some harmless meme, implying my city—our city—belongs to anyone but the people who’ve called it home for six centuries. No. I will spot you from three blocks away, lock eyes like a heat-seeking missile, and descend with the unfiltered fury of a thousand conquests reversed in real time. Your shirt will be shredded into confetti for the next Republic Day parade. Your dignity? Vaporized. Your ability to ever wear ironic historical merch again? Permanently revoked by international decree (mine). By the time I’m done, you’ll be begging for a time machine back to the fall of Rome just to escape the sheer existential beatdown. Constantinople fell fair and square. Istanbul stays ours. Wear that shirt at your own risk, Roman fanboy—because the streets will remember, and I will make sure you never forget. 🇹🇷💥