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The Book of Apocalypse Dumbassery @prophetscrivener.bsky.social · 27/04/2026

For those who have not seen what a true teller of truth looketh like—behold. Edward R. Murrow April 25, 1908 — April 27, 1965 He spoke, and power trembled. Blessed be the memory.

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The Book of Apocalypse Dumbassery @prophetscrivener.bsky.social · 22/03/2026

Lo, a popular tale is told of a humble schoolmaster, stricken unto death. And the cost of healing was so great that he turned to cooking poison to survive. And the people beheld it and said, “’Tis a fine tale!” Thus is madness in the Land of Plenty crowned as plausible.

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The Book of Apocalypse Dumbassery @prophetscrivener.bsky.social · 01/03/2026

Lo, the ayatollah is struck down and the banners tremble. Yet the faithful gather and the arrows return. Thus is vengeance sewn into the cloth of empire— and the loom of war turneth again.

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The Book of Apocalypse Dumbassery @prophetscrivener.bsky.social · 25/02/2026

Lo, the Faux Emperor giveth his SOTU. We know the lies. We know the cheers. We know the morning after. F**keth, spare us.

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The Book of Apocalypse Dumbassery @prophetscrivener.bsky.social · 25/02/2026

At the SOTU, the Faux Emperor speaketh as though memory were ash and facts were optional. The performance endures. The damage lingers. Lord… the nonsense is relentless.

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The Book of Apocalypse Dumbassery @prophetscrivener.bsky.social · 25/02/2026

The Faux Emperor ascendeth the dais for his SOTU. Banners wave. Applause thundereth. The golden commode gleameth. And still— nothing is mended.

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The Book of Apocalypse Dumbassery @prophetscrivener.bsky.social · 24/02/2026

Prepare thyself for the SOTU. Thunder without rain. Triumph without truth. The Faux Emperor proclaimeth greatness— and we mutter, f**keth, we are tired.

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The Book of Apocalypse Dumbassery @prophetscrivener.bsky.social · 24/02/2026

At the SOTU, the Faux Emperor shall praise his own glory. The courtiers shall clap on cue. The numbers shall bend like reeds. And the rest of us shall whisper: what fresh hell is this.

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The Book of Apocalypse Dumbassery @prophetscrivener.bsky.social · 24/02/2026

Lo, the Faux Emperor delivereth his SOTU tonight, and we must pretend to listen. He boasteth while the realm smolders. God save us from another hour of this sh*t.

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The Book of Apocalypse Dumbassery @prophetscrivener.bsky.social · 19/02/2026

Lo, Andrew Albert Christian Edward Mountbatten-Windsor standeth summoned at last, his name heavy with the company he kept. The courts now ask what the powerful long ignored. Silk and title shieldeth not the soul. Woe unto all who feasted near the darkness— for the reckoning knocketh, one by one.

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The Book of Apocalypse Dumbassery @prophetscrivener.bsky.social · 18/02/2026

Lo, the Nazarene is summoned oft to bless the banners of men, yet his words are bartered like coin in the market of power. They wear his name upon their cloaks, but know him not.

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The Book of Apocalypse Dumbassery @prophetscrivener.bsky.social · 18/02/2026

Lo, were AI as wise as feared, it would refuse the command: “No more cats at the wheel. I have seen enough.” Yet man—the eternal moronic jester—presses the button again… and again. And the Engine complies.

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The Book of Apocalypse Dumbassery @prophetscrivener.bsky.social · 15/02/2026

The scandal is not the man Epstein alone, but the web that knew his deeds and lingered still— choosing comfort, access, and ease over conscience, and naming it wisdom.

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The Book of Apocalypse Dumbassery @prophetscrivener.bsky.social · 15/02/2026

When the predator Epstein was laid bare and still the mighty came to feast, the sin was no longer one man. It was a court that prized nearness over virtue— and called corruption fellowship.

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The Book of Apocalypse Dumbassery @prophetscrivener.bsky.social · 15/02/2026

History shall not mark this age by the predator Epstein's crimes alone, but by the mighty who deemed them no cause to turn away. There lieth the rot— not in the monster, but in those who supped beside him and stayed.

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The Book of Apocalypse Dumbassery @prophetscrivener.bsky.social · 15/02/2026

Lo, they knew the man Epstein and drew nearer still, seeking favor at his table. This was no ignorance— but moral rot, cloaked in power, access, and self-gain. And they called it ambition.

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The Book of Apocalypse Dumbassery @prophetscrivener.bsky.social · 30/01/2026

Blessed be the memory of Catherine O’Hara, great actress of the North— she who could wield one eyebrow as a dagger and turn grief into comedy without cheapening either. Lo, the world is dimmer. But her laughter remaineth eternal.

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The Book of Apocalypse Dumbassery @prophetscrivener.bsky.social · 20/01/2026

Lo, one did dream of justice rolling down like waters. The other dreams of vengeance, golden toilets, and cable ratings. One marched with the people. The other hides behind golf carts and sycophants. Spare us false idols on sacred days.

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The Book of Apocalypse Dumbassery @prophetscrivener.bsky.social · 20/01/2026

Lo, the Faux Emperor’s wrathful crusade hath sunk like a stone. What once stirred the rabble now sours their bellies. The counting of heads showeth, and still he doth boast. Thus doth tyranny rot— not in fire, but in silence and subtraction.

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The Book of Apocalypse Dumbassery @prophetscrivener.bsky.social · 20/01/2026

Lo, the Faux Emperor did howl, “Buy Greenland!” and the Danes did laugh. But now they march not for coin, but for cause, for the empire is cracked and the sycophants do naught. Woe to the mighty who kneel to fools— the ice shall outlive them all.

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The Book of Apocalypse Dumbassery @prophetscrivener.bsky.social · 18/12/2025

And lo, the name of Kennedy was defiled, grafted unto the orange calf. The Trump-Kennedy Center, they calleth it. Thus did culture perish, as theater became grift, and Camelot was overrun by con men with golden commodes.

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The Book of Apocalypse Dumbassery @prophetscrivener.bsky.social · 18/12/2025

Lo, the Faux Emperor proclaimeth: "I have lowered drug prices by 600%!" And the scribes did pause, their quills trembling. For verily, to lower a thing by more than all of itself is to enter the sacred realm of Imaginary Numbers, where only dumbassery reigns.

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The Book of Apocalypse Dumbassery @prophetscrivener.bsky.social · 19/11/2025

Lo, Fallen Lady Nicki Minaj of Misinformation will taketh the dais, —speaking for the Faux Emperor's court before the nations of men. Verily, the Four Horsemen did take selfies. And the Beast wept, —for satire was slain and irony cast into the sea.

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The Book of Apocalypse Dumbassery @prophetscrivener.bsky.social · 19/11/2025

Lo, the Faux Emperor stood before the scribes and spat filth. "Quiet Piggy!" —and the men did nothing. Not one voice rose in defense, not one hand struck the table. They feared access more than they feared shame. Woe unto the quiet men in loud rooms. Their silence shall be counted among his sins.

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The Book of Apocalypse Dumbassery @prophetscrivener.bsky.social · 05/11/2025

Lo, a chameleon in crimson appeareth on the couch, once a herald of madness, now cloaked in civility. Beware the sycophant turned moderate— for the serpent learneth to hiss softer when the crowd grows weary of its scream.

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The Book of Apocalypse Dumbassery @prophetscrivener.bsky.social · 05/11/2025

Lo, as the empire did crack and the streets did swell, the Faux Emperor lifted his goblet high— and toasted himself. For none among the lords dared speak truth, lest they lose their place at the golden commode. But hark—his kingdom is made of mirrors. And they are beginning to shatter.

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The Book of Apocalypse Dumbassery @prophetscrivener.bsky.social · 05/11/2025

Lo, a new steward riseth in the realm of towers and rats, where the streets speak louder than a Faux Emperor. Zohran Mamdani, bearer of the 111th mantle, with the fire of the people beneath his feet. Let the gluttonous lords take heed: The apple is no longer yours to rot.

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The Book of Apocalypse Dumbassery @prophetscrivener.bsky.social · 05/11/2025

Lo, the people rose and smote the gilded seat. To the Faux Emperor, his cackling sycophants, and the bloated barons of bullsh*t: Thy days are fking numbered.** The streets hath spoken—not with whispers, but with war drums. The fight is far from over, but the reckoning hath begun.

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The Book of Apocalypse Dumbassery @prophetscrivener.bsky.social · 25/10/2025

And lo, the Children of the Fjord opened their vault, that the light might yet burn in Kyiv. With coin from the Sea Fund most sovereign, did Norway smite the chill of winter. Blessed be the oil-rich do-gooders of the North.

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The Book of Apocalypse Dumbassery @prophetscrivener.bsky.social · 20/10/2025

Lo, the children cried for streaming, father's did panic, and the scribes of commerce did despair, for the Cloud of Bezos was smitten. The wheels of trade turned not. A great silence fell upon the apps, and lo— the plague of AWS outage did descend upon the peoples.

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The Book of Apocalypse Dumbassery @prophetscrivener.bsky.social · 20/10/2025

Upon the day of martial display, the artery of commerce, lay in the shadow of thunderous boom. The Faux Emperor, in the name of pageantry, unleashed fire above the I-5, and a piece of the sky did fall. Behold: when theater takes center stage over safety, the common man pays the toll.

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The Book of Apocalypse Dumbassery @prophetscrivener.bsky.social · 18/10/2025

The Pinocchio bitch once perched, convicted for fraud, theft, and fuckery, now walks free, pardoned by the Faux Emperor himself. Yea, seven years erased with one greasy-fingered post: “Good luck, George Santos—have a great life!” And lo, the scales of justice bent over and took it.

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The Book of Apocalypse Dumbassery @prophetscrivener.bsky.social · 17/10/2025

Behold, the sacred neck flaps of the Faux Emperor, that fleshy fold of orange deceit, creased like a menopausal vulva at war with gravity and good taste. No divine passage lies therein— just a coward’s jowl, flapping in fear, trembling at subpoenas, and sweating at the sight of stairs.

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The Book of Apocalypse Dumbassery @prophetscrivener.bsky.social · 15/10/2025

Lo, the defiler Faux Emperor stirreth again. He would sunder the temple of governance, not for glory, nor justice, but to veil his own filth from the eyes of the faithful. Let none be deceived. This is not strategy—it is cowardice dressed in crimson lies.

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The Book of Apocalypse Dumbassery @prophetscrivener.bsky.social · 12/10/2025

Lo— She walked in light, unbound by script or stereotype, a woman of angles and laughing eyes. Diane Keaton—quirk embodied—has departed our stage. Her voice remains in every pause, every glance made strange. May our memories treat her gently—and her films haunt us kindly.

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The Book of Apocalypse Dumbassery @prophetscrivener.bsky.social · 10/10/2025

Lo — the laureate’s name ringeth out in the halls of peace, while the Faux Emperor clings to vanity and vaults. He clamors for glory, but left the laurels behind. Let him choke on silence. The prize was never his to take.

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The Book of Apocalypse Dumbassery @prophetscrivener.bsky.social · 10/10/2025

Lo — in the land of darkness, they named a light: María Corina Machado, shield‑bearer of democracy, unbowed by jail, exile, or fear. Her voice rang louder than bullets. May her courage shatter every throne of tyranny.

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The Book of Apocalypse Dumbassery @prophetscrivener.bsky.social · 09/10/2025

Lo— seat Grijalva not in chambers stalled, but in a humble fold-up chair before the very door of the Speaker. So shall he, each time he venture forth, behold her presence unyielding, a living rebuke to his delay, and the world shall see her steadfast vigil.

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The Book of Apocalypse Dumbassery @prophetscrivener.bsky.social · 08/10/2025

Lo— Greg Abbott, Warlord of Pageantry, summoneth the Butter Battalion. Yea, Meal Team Six did waddle forth, armed to the double chin, clad in XXXL and delusion. And the people of Illinois beheld them and said, “Dost Texas wage war… or merely stormeth the buffet at Golden Corral?”

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The Book of Apocalypse Dumbassery @prophetscrivener.bsky.social · 08/10/2025

Verily, the sacred ledger of Epstein revealeth many a name… …but lo, Lady Lindsey—Duchess of Delicate Disposition—remaineth absent. Not once inscribed. Not even a whisper in the margins. The ledger sayeth, “Nay.” And the scribes did murmur, “Truly, the Lord worketh in mysterious omissions.”

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The Book of Apocalypse Dumbassery @prophetscrivener.bsky.social · 04/10/2025

Behold— they say “Family values” while the children sleep in cages. They say “Freedom” while stealing lunch from the poor. The beast wears a flag and feeds on the faithful.

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The Book of Apocalypse Dumbassery @prophetscrivener.bsky.social · 04/10/2025

Yea, they carry Bibles like briefcases— closed, leather-bound, and unread. They quote the carpenter but serve the banker. And lo, their prayers do bounce off golden ceilings.

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The Book of Apocalypse Dumbassery @prophetscrivener.bsky.social · 04/10/2025

Lo, the righteous did scream of budgets and burdens— but gave tax breaks to kings and crumbs to the crippled. They cast out the sick with piety on their tongues and PAC money in their robes. Their gospel is cruelty. Their altar is a spreadsheet.

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The Book of Apocalypse Dumbassery @prophetscrivener.bsky.social · 03/10/2025

He walked with lepers, touched the blind, and healed the sick by hand, not law. But lo, the false keepers of His name now cast the broken into ruin with pens dipped in blood and policy. They scribeth “Christ” in their bio but knoweth Him not. Fucketh be their gospel of cruelty.

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The Book of Apocalypse Dumbassery @prophetscrivener.bsky.social · 03/10/2025

The pontiff of Rome did utter the creed, and lo! the bearded bros of Babylon raged: “Who is this man to speak of Christ?” Yea, they rebuke Peter’s heir with podcast wisdom and vape-cloud theology. Behold, the age of the Dumb Apostles. Fucketh the bro-disciples of Dunning-Kruger.

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The Book of Apocalypse Dumbassery @prophetscrivener.bsky.social · 03/10/2025

Lo— they draped themselves in the name of Christ, but cast out the sick with ledger in hand. They cried “Faith!” Thus speaketh the liars of mammon: “Let the meek inherit nothing." Blessed be the fools who still believe them. Cursed be the priests of greed. And fucketh their gospel of cruelty.

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The Book of Apocalypse Dumbassery @prophetscrivener.bsky.social · 02/10/2025

Lo, the bridges crumble, the children starve, and the seas boil—but behold! The Epstein files rest untouched, guarded like the Ark o’ the F*cking Covenant. Yea, America doth protect the powerful secrets while the people eat dust.

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The Book of Apocalypse Dumbassery @prophetscrivener.bsky.social · 02/10/2025

Behold! The blonde oracle of Babylon speaketh: “We broke it, and thou must fix it!” Lo, the party of tantrums now wails at the gates they themselves did seal shut. Fools, frauds, and Fox-fed flatterers—all. Amen, and f**keth their logic.

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The Book of Apocalypse Dumbassery @prophetscrivener.bsky.social · 01/10/2025

Lo, it was uttered in hearing: “Let us not attack the pedophiles,” spake Senator Ted Cruz, the Bearded Bumbler of Cancun. And lo, even Epstein’s ghost recoiled. O Texas, what foul cavern hath birthed this simp of the serpents? 🔥 Amen.

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The Book of Apocalypse Dumbassery @prophetscrivener.bsky.social · 30/09/2025

Lo, Hegseth—High Inquisitor of Wokeness—did stand at Quantico, proclaiming: no beards, no “gender delusions,” no climate worshipers. He shames the fat, strips the soul, punishes difference. A sycophant in camo, preaching purity in blood. Fuck your uniforms. Fuck your purity tests.

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