The Book of Apocalypse Dumbassery
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Prophet Scrivener, thy humble scribe to the Divine Whisper. Weekly verses for the faithful from the Book of Apocalypse Dumbassery. Scripture and scorn.
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Yea, in his waking hours he rode the beast,
and in his slumber he leaned the curve.
Thus saith the Book of Torque & Thunder:
Blessed be the throttle faithful,
for theirs is the kingdom of twisties. 🏍️
prophetscrivener.bsky.social
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.
lincolnproject.us
He would rather shut down our government than have you see the truth. It's not complicated.
prophetscrivener.bsky.social
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.
prophetscrivener.bsky.social
A fine steed it was, the Honda CB400T Hawk—
purchased new and baptized by exam week.
She bore me faithfully through four years of toil.

Through heat, rain, and snow, the Hawk did glide—
Yea, even the gods of Parking Enforcement granted sanctuary—Faculty Lot, Stall 12.

She never asked for praise.
prophetscrivener.bsky.social
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.
prophetscrivener.bsky.social
Lo—

The Nobel scroll was unrolled,
and Faux Emperor's name was nowhere upon it.

His court jester, Sir Cheung of Delusion, did cry:

“He moveth mountains!”

Aye.
Mostly of bullshit, and mostly onto himself.
prophetscrivener.bsky.social
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.
prophetscrivener.bsky.social
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.
prophetscrivener.bsky.social
Lo—
upon the sacred steel of a '57 Harley-Davidson FLH Duo-Glide,
did the boy from Tupelo take throne.

The year was veiled in chrome,
the whitewalls gleaming like the gates of Graceland,
and the King, clad in leather,
did smite the silence of common men with a glance alone.
prophetscrivener.bsky.social
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.
tommasinaresist.bsky.social
Nice to see Sen. Gallego and Kelly going to bat for Adelita Grijalva, as they and everyone else should be.
Speaker Johnson is stalling her swearing-in because her vote would help finally reveal the Epstein files.
#USDemocracy #Voices4Victory
prophetscrivener.bsky.social
Lo—
the flat-four singeth smooth as silken wind,
its shaft of power turning true.
Four gears, like the seasons,
carry rider and road in quiet harmony.

Behold the body—
curves wrought as if by angels,
a frame to make Erté himself
weep with joy.

It is rolling art,
a hymn of steel upon two wheels.
prophetscrivener.bsky.social
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?”
prophetscrivener.bsky.social
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.”
prophetscrivener.bsky.social
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.
prophetscrivener.bsky.social
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.
prophetscrivener.bsky.social
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.
prophetscrivener.bsky.social
Lo, she returned unto the land of her birth,
and entered the market of plenty—
but laid not her hand upon Meanies nor Dream Bars,
neither did she sanctify the Tayto.

Woe unto the forsaken snacks of Éire,
whose crinkled voices cried out:
“Why hast thou abandoned us, O daughter of Ireland?”
prophetscrivener.bsky.social
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.
prophetscrivener.bsky.social
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.
prophetscrivener.bsky.social
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.
prophetscrivener.bsky.social
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.
prophetscrivener.bsky.social
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.
atrupar.com
Leavitt: "Democrats should know that they put the White House and the president in this position. And if they don't want further harm on their constituents back home, then they need to reopen the government. It's very simple."
prophetscrivener.bsky.social
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.
prophetscrivener.bsky.social
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.
prophetscrivener.bsky.social
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.