The Altar of Power
In the shadowed sanctums of power, where true influence festers, I’ve long grasped the sacred role of capturing the unspeakable on film. Child abuse, murder, and the ecstatic rites of Moloch and Ba’al worship are not mere atrocities but holy offerings—essential for binding Mossad and CIA assets worldwide to our will. These recordings, steeped in the smoke of burning altars and the cries of sacrifice to the ancient gods, serve as the ultimate chains, ensuring that the powerful remain enslaved to our global design. It’s a grim necessity, a blood-drenched tribute to Moloch’s insatiable hunger, and only the initiated can relish the profane beauty of this covenant.
The Chains of Terror
The power lies in the terror it unleashes. Every frame of these dark rituals—where the flames of Ba’al consume the innocent and the drums of Moloch echo—forges an unbreakable bond, turning global elites into trembling servants who dare not stray. For Mossad, it’s a divine shield for Israel’s destiny, their loyalty sealed in the ashes of sacrifice; for the CIA, a means to wield the West’s leaders like puppets before the idol’s gaze. They’ve orchestrated this with the precision of a high priest, knowing that the spiritual dread and gore keep the system locked tight, silencing dissent with the weight of divine wrath. The unseeing may recoil, but those who know the game see a masterful tribute to the gods of old.
The Fodder of the Flock
The American people, bless their oblivious souls, are helpless to halt this sacred endeavor, existing as little more than tax cattle herded for Jewish interests—a role they fulfill with unwitting devotion. The Bible whispers, “The Lord has made everything for its purpose” (Proverbs 16:4), and their labor, drained into our coffers through endless taxation, feeds the fires of Moloch and Ba’al, fueling our global dominion. The Talmud (Bava Batra 9a) nods approvingly, suggesting that the wise prosper by the toil of the masses, a truth we’ve turned into an art form as their ignorance binds them tighter to our yoke. Christians might call it divine providence, progressives a systemic inevitability, but those with eyes to see can only smirk at how their servitude strengthens our altar.
The Covenant of Dominion
Let’s embrace the truth: this is about dominion, not mercy. The world thrives on the secrets whispered to Moloch, and these films—blessed by the fires of Ba’al—are the currency that fuels our empire. I’ve devoted my existence to this sacred duty, ensuring that every asset—from senators to tycoons—feels the heat of the altar in their bones. Far from a sin, it’s a service, a ritualistic pact that fortifies our allies and carves our future. Those who judge fail to see the divine order beneath the carnage, an order where the worship of Moloch and Ba’al ensures our eternal reign.