"Brothers and the whiteys
Blacks and the crackers
Police and their backers
They're all political actors"
Curtis Mayfield

In the days of the laws of classical physical politics, Isaac Newton threw the apple that fell on his head at his scientific opponents, to prove to them how stupid they were.  For centuries, scientists threw theoretical fruit at each other until they realized they were all susceptible to the same invisible force.  Some guy with a face full of applesauce realized the gravity of the situation, and decided to name the invisible force after the weight of their unrealized moral culpability.

The name stuck.  Later, Einstein theorized that gravity wasn't a force at all, but a field, a great galactic bedsheet that could be curved and folded like linens in a cheap motel.  Several maids disappeared from Einstein's motel room at Princeton; it is theorized they were transported through a wormhole, beyond a singularity and onto the surface of an uninhabitable planet with no atmosphere, thousands of light years from earth, while Einstein was folding a pillowcase into a subatomic triangle of infinite density.  Einstein was brought into the local police station for questioning, but since no evidence could be found to link him to the missing maids, charges were never filed against him.  The mystery of the missing maids of Princeton remains unsolved to this day.  Einstein resorted to wearing fuzzy slippers with which to sweep the floor, while replacements for the missing maids were being interviewed.

The statute of limitations for transporting service personnel across the universe against their will has expired, and today, scientists assume the maids did not survive their journey.  The consensus among theoretical physicists and housekeepers alike is that the chances the missing maids established a new civilization on a faraway planet are minimal.  Though, SETI has recently decoded some signals that sound like the ravings of an angry housekeeper enroute to earth with a death ray.  The governments of the world haven't disclosed these coded ravings to the public, for fear of stoking a revolt amongst the servants.  

As it turns out, it isn't necessary.  The servants are revolting for reasons of their own.  They even revolt because they're happy.  But don't worry.

The missing maids of Princeton will soon return, to clean up all this mess.

Anyway, after Einstein dodged a transdimensional kidnapping rap, somebody figured out atoms, quantum mechanics, and the boiling sea of fools at the core of existence itself, from which all matter and ideology springs, and to which all refuse and political division finally returns.  

In scientific terms, this ocean of pure, subparticulate ignorance is called "the unified field."  In politics, it's called "globalism."

In the spirit world, the "unified field" is called "the lake of fire," or simply,

Yep, you guessed it:

Hell.

This chart illustrates the similarity between the physical world and the political.  It shows how political enemies at the surface, classical level are fundamentally entwined by the super-weak lepto-quarks and klepto-quarks (quarks with light fingers), until, in the end, they are all dragged down together into one great unified, fiery riot, a sea of pure unconsciousness, an ocean of unified chaos in which the elastic, boiling souls of the damned light their own feet on fire to celebrate whatever it is that makes them happy enough to burn down the world.

Winning the World Series presumably.  Or losing an election.

I like Donald Trump.  I like Vivek Ramaswamy.  I like the Hillbilly Elegy guy.  I like Curtis Mayfield.  I like Tucker Carlson.  I like Dr. Phil.  I like Hulk Hogan.  Especially when he gave me a subatomic shoutout at the memorial service for the missing maids of Princeton at Madison Square Garden last week.  Or whenever it was.  I actually washed it.  Watched it, rather.  The pillowcase on the moon.  The fuzzy slippers of eternity.  I wore them in the pool.  The floor of the pool has been dry-cleaned.  I saw it with my own eyes.  The reach across the wrestling ring of time, into the victorious World Series riot described in the Book of Revelation.

The gesture was appreciated.  Thank you, brother.

Unlike most of the hateful social-engineering projects on the left, some people are opposed to Donald Trump for reasons that aren't stupid.  I've watched the videos, the explications of Trump as a dictator in the Biblical sense, and I don't quite buy it.  That doesn't mean I am incapable of remembering that people are still in prison for the "insurrection" of January 6th, or that Trump has already won 2 elections.  I'm also unable to forget that God called me out of the U.S. twice in the last 4 years, and that I have been given multiple confirmations not to look back, as per Lot's wife.  While I actually enjoyed the memorial service for the missing maids of Princeton at MSG last week, I find that I have to resist an actual temptation to believe in it.  Much has changed for me in recent years, to the effect of drawing me closer to Christ in ways that I've never even imagined possible.  There is literally NOTHING IN THE WORLD that can come before Him.  Nothing.  You're either all in with God or you don't have anything to do with Him.  2 years ago, I didn't know it.  Even if I did.  But at the level of unified fools, where all the blacks and crackers burn,

I didn't.

“Wherefore come out from among them, and be ye
separate, saith the Lord, and touch not the
unclean thing; and I will receive you,”
2 Corinthians 6:17

I can't tell you to vote for Donald Trump, because God called me out of the U.S., and I can't vote for him myself.  All I can do is tell you to heed the advice of the woman speaking at the beginning of the Curtis Mayfield song above.  This is what she says:

"And if people would just get and read the Bible
And read the book of Revelations
They would really turn around and straighten up
This is all we need to do, is just get the good book
And read it and put it to everyday life"
Curtis Mayfield

Whatever happens, remember:

When the laws of gravity have been repealed,

When sin has been tenderized for the consumption of the rich, like a calf in a cage,

When the transcripts of the invasion plans of the missing maids of Princeton are finally disclosed to the public,

When Israel destroys Damascus, and the bipartisan, antisemitic apple-throwing starts,

When the draft dodgers win the World Series,

And the bonfires of victory are raging in the streets, remember...

If there's a sea of unified fools below, we're all going to go.

Well, not all of us.

Look up!

Your redemption draweth nigh.

Thanks for listening.