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| The Temptation of Saint Antony, Felicien Rops |
Dear friends, beautiful and happy people,
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.
Tia regrets that I didn’t, at the height of the controversy, “nail Candace Owens to the wall” regarding her morbid obsession with the crotch of France’s First Lady.
Well, I’m forced to make certain concessions to incarceration…
And in truth, I personally see only three things that are truly reprehensible about Candace Owens :
1. Her conversion to Roman Catholicism, which has completely devalued her in my eyes — I remember feeling, at the time, as though I had learned that the Queen of Sheba had left some sumptuous she-ass milk bath to plunge into a septic tank.
More generally, of course: Christians to the lions! — But if she absolutely had to wallow in Nazarene filth, Candace could at least have spared herself the most grim and least sexy denomination of them all.
2. The podcast in which Candace directly attacks Thelemites — Even if her outraged shrieks about “the satanism of the elites” undeniably prove her Christian faith — there lingers in Candace Owens a whiff of old Père Régimbal — To the lions! To the arena!
3. The total bad taste of her campaign against Brigitte Macron — and the fact that portraying her as a middle-aged transvestite tends to cool off, in my personal imaginary, the delicious idea I have of the French presidential couple.
It is true, dear friends, that the arrival of the Macrons at the Élysée Palace in May 2017 filled me with an enthusiasm that worried those close to me: the presidential couple validated, normalized, the traditional taste of literary-leaning cocaine users for their French teacher and for mature women in general!
I identified intensely with the triumph of the brilliant Oedipal figure ravishing the MILF of a decrepit husband and, by doing so, usurping the summit of social hierarchies!
All my prepubescent fantasies were officially receiving the homage of a rejoicing Nation!
Don’t forget that just a few years ago, the press claimed the cougar phenomenon was much ado about a few aging singers and their gigolos… and that in my youth, the raging desire — nay, the manic fixation — that the mothers of my girlfriends inspired in me caused me to be seen as a horrible deviant, borderline psychotic…
But thanks to Brigitte, everything has changed, and I will not tolerate some Christian wet blanket, follower of a shabby, groveling Galilean slave, coming to ruin my fantasy world.
Meditate upon this, dear friends, and go your gorgeous ways under the protection of that spiritual sphere whose centre is everywhere and circumference nowhere, and which we call GOD.
Warm kisses from the Bahamas.
Love is the law, love under will.
— ☉︎ in 29° ♑︎ : ☽︎ in 2° ♒︎ : ☉︎ : Ⅴⅹⅰ.
𓄿𓎛𓂧 𓇋𓈖𓏌
