Sunday, March 26, 2017

My Message From A Damned Ayn Rand, Delivered After She Emerged Burning From The Lake Of Fire

Don't you understand that when this life is finished, you're not there to say "Oh how terrible that I'm a corpse". What I've always thought is a sentence from a Greek philosopher, I don't remember, unfortunately, who it was, that I read at 16, and it's affected me all my life. "I will not die. It's the world that will end" ~ Ayn Rand, appearing on the 7/2/1979 broadcast of Tomorrow with Tom Snyder.

You would be shocked by the identity of the individual from whom the next message I received came. If I had not revealed who it was in the title of this post, that is. Yes, it was (the deceased) Ayn Rand. The woman who founded the evil ideology known as Objectivism. So evil that it inspired the founder of the Church of Satan, Anton LeVay, who modeled his religion on it.

This message was delivered after Mrs. Rand emerged, burning, from the Lake of Fire. As per Wikipedia "in both ancient Egyptian and Christian religion, the Lake of Fire is as a place of after-death destruction of the wicked". Given that she was a truly evil woman, it was not a surprise, upon reflection, that Ayn Rand ended up there.

I was still seated at the far end of a 60 foot table, set with a rotting banquet. My host, a "Mr. Charles" (AKA the Lord of the Land of Nightmares) waved his hand, and, as if beckoned, a figure emerged from the Lake of Fire several yards behind us (a tributary of it, actually, given the fact that I was not in hell, but in the Land of Nightmares, but I digress).

The figure approached, aflame and screaming in agony. With another wave of his hand, the flames were suddenly extinguished. An ancient (but surprisingly unburnt, although completely nude) Ayn Rand pulled out a chair opposite me and took a seat.

"I desperately need a cigarette Frederick" the woman said in a Russian accent. Frederick produced a pack from inside his cloak, lit one, and placed it in the quivering hand of the jonesing nicotine addict. "This tastes so good" Rand remarked after taking a long drag. "To bad smoking is what killed you" Charles replied. "That's a load of horse manure" Rand protested. "There is zero conclusive, nonstatistical proof that smoking causes cancer".

"Yes, of course" Charles remarked sarcastically. "I think you might know who this is" Charles said, turning his head to look at me. Rand's eyes met mine, then she said "I have heard that you write nasty things about me. Things that are untrue. I do not hate poor people at all. If I were still alive I would sue you for libel, you cretinous scumbag".

The elderly Mrs Rand shook with rage as she continued. "Poor people hate themselves. They would not choose poverty is they had any respect for themselves. The poor are the lowest forms of life in existence and should be exterminated".

A few moments of silence passed. "Isn't there one other thing you wanted to tell Mr. Sanders" Charles finally said. "A reprieve from Hell for a damned soul is not something that is easily obtained". Rand, who had been silently smoking, drawing long, deep inhalations from her cigarette glanced at Charles, snuffed out her smoke in the carcass of a rotting turkey, then spoke.

"I would leap across the table and strangle this pissant to death right now if I possessed the strength" Rand hissed as she stared at me with a look of pure hate plastered on her face. "Calm yourself, Ayn", Mr. Charles remarked, looking slightly annoyed. "I am calm" Rand objected. "I'm just saying that it would bring me great pleasure to see the light go from his eyes as I choked the life out of him".

"I would be more than happy to let you do it" Charles replied. "But Dervish has protectors in high places, unfortunately". At first I was a little shaken by the fury of the angry Rand, but now I laughed. Although, remembering where I was, I stifled it and all that emerged was a single "ha". "What's that!" the Objectivist founder roared. "How dare you!". This time she did leap to her feet, but Charles blocked her with his hand.

His hand on her chest, Charles gave one of Rand's old sagging titties a squeeze, then he reached down and grabbed her by the privates. "I call this move the Trump" Charles said.

"This Trump obviously knows what women like" Rand purred, grinding her decrepit nether region against Charles' hand. If I had eaten anything recently the display would certainly have caused me to lose my lunch. It surely was a nightmare to behold.

Seeking to interrupt the two, I blurted "I guess the world didn't end on 3/6/1982, despite your belief that it would". "Very funny" Rand replied, taking a seat.

"I admit the world did not end as I thought it would. No matter. From what I hear this Trump will soon be your president. Although I hear he is elected over a woman. Obviously a dyke, as a woman should not want to be president".

"I also hear that the Trump has promised to do away with subsidies for poor maggots to obtain health care [1]. The perverse morality of altruism is the LAST thing America needs. Although Charles says a socialist dystopia is only to be averted thanks to the intervention of the Dark One".

"The Dark One? I thought you were an atheist" I replied. "There is no better cure for atheism than death" Charles chuckled softly. "Now I am done with you Dervish. Begone. And YOU", Charles said, turning to Rand. "It is time for you to live up to your claim of being an expert sword swallower". Charles rose and began tugging at a length of rope around his waist. Once removed his pants fell to the ground, revealing a burned and shriveled member.

Gagging, I looked away. "Jealous?" Charles inquired. "Now get the hell out of here. My imp will show you to the exit". I looked around and saw the devilkin motioning me to follow him. Eager to leave, I walked quickly in the direction indicated, the intense heat causing my legs to feel rubbery. I heard some sucking noises and moans of pleasure as I quickened my pace, not looking back.

Another message from another individual was delivered before I finally made it back home, but that is another tale for another time. One that will be related on this blog in due course. Also (as previously mentioned) it was quite some time before the memory of what happened during my travels in the Land of Nightmares came back to me. When I finally returned home I fell into a deep sleep and, upon awaking, retained no memory at all of the messages Charles and Rand relayed to me. Not until recently, that is.

Image: Ayn Rand burns in Hell.

Footnote
[1] "The House Republican bill [the American Health Care Act] would roll back the expansion of Medicaid that has provided coverage to more than 10 million people in 31 states... [also eliminated would be the] income-based tax credits that help millions of Americans buy insurance"... (Republicans Introduce Obamacare Replacement That Leaves Much To Be Desired).

SWTD #373, MES #6.

Sunday, March 05, 2017

My Message From The Land Of Nightmares (Part 3)

For many, the American dream has become a nightmare ~ Senator Bernie Sanders. From his 7/22/2010 article No To Oligarchy.

I slipped my smartphone out of my pocket and glanced at the screen. The date according to the display was Monday, July 15, 2013. "You're not going to get any bars here" the cowled figure at the far end of the long dining table remarked, obviously annoyed. "You certainly took long enough getting him here, imp" Mr. Charles sighed, chastising his minion. "Five days I have been waiting. As you can see, the feast I prepared for you did not last".

"I apologize, sir" the imp squeaked, several maggots dropping from it's greasy jaw. "The human got lost". Charles stood and angrily shouted "that is why I sent you to guide him, you worthless devilkin!". The imp, a terrified look on it's face, jumped down from and scurried under the table.

"Please, have a seat Mr. Sanders" Charles purred, a smile replacing his snarl. He pulled out a chair and motioned me to approach. Not seeing any other choice, I sat and Mr. Charles pushed the chair forward. "There you go" he said, sitting as well. "Please have some wine" he implored, pouring a deep red liquid into a goblet in front of me. "No thank you" I said, even though my throat was parched.

"Please, I insist" Charles demanded, pushing the goblet into my hands. I looked directly into his eyes. Two black pits set deep in a horribly 3rd degree burned face. "Do not be alarmed by my appearance" Charles implored. A response to my obvious revulsion. "As you can see I am a burn victim". Charles emphasized the word "victim" and flashed his pearly whites. "It's how I died. Burned to death in a housefire".

"Now, please drink" Charles demanded, pushing the goblet up to my lips and tipping it forward. I felt as if my front teeth would snap off. Pushing harder Charles forced my jaw open and the red liquid entered my mouth. Lest I choke, I was forced to swallow. "That's more like it" Charles said satisfied. The pressure relented and he lowered the goblet to the table.

"Tastes good, right?" Charles inquired. I had to agree that it did. "Anyway, now that I have your attention, onto the reason I summoned you here". Yes, I thought. I was quite interested in why I was here. Ever since I encountered the Morpheus-kin and utilized the black orb which turned out to be some kind of transport device (which I how I ended up in this nightmare realm) I had wondered what the purpose of my trip might be.

"I have a message from my master" Charles revealed, grinning from ear to ear. Then he began to laugh. A deep guttural noise that sounded like Harvey Fierstein coughing up a furball. A feeling of dread overcame me. "What's so funny" I cautiously inquired. "You" Charles laughed. "You think your blog is making a difference. Yes, that bitch Monica told you that your destiny is to play a small but not insignificant role in the salvation of humanity".

"The Greys told me something quite similar" I reminded my host, interrupting him. "The Greys you spoke with are full of shit" Mr. Charles bellowed. "Your blog will make no difference whatsoever. The supposed dark days aren't the fake Obama scandals! The dark days will actually be much much darker".

"Much darker? What does that mean?" I whispered. "Bernie Sanders will announce a run for the presidency in 2015" Charles told me. "But he will not be the nominee. Instead the nominee will be Hillary Clinton". Charles paused, then continued. "...and she will be defeated by Donald Trump!". Charles laughed again. "No, really" he said in response to the look of disbelief on my face.

"The American people aren't that dumb" I countered. "I mean, a LOT of them are, but not enough to elect Trump". "Sorry, but you're wrong" Charles retorted. "The American people absolutely ARE that dumb. Also, the Republicans have an improved voter disenfranchisement scheme known as Interstate Crosscheck. The ballots of over 200 hundred thousand legitimate voters will not be counted".

I sat there dumbfounded, unable to process what I had just been told. "I'm not making a prediction, by the way" Charles said after a few moments of silence. The reality TV buffoon Donald Trump will be the next president of the United States". "No" was all I could say. "A Trump presidency would be a joke".

"Indeed" Charles agreed. "But still, it IS what will happen. Regardless of what you write on your inconsequential and pathetic blog, evil will triumph". At that moment a high shrill laugh emanated from under the table. It was the imp. Emerging from his hiding place the small horned creature, flapping it wings, flew up and alighted on his master's shoulder. Pointing at me he laughed. "He he he he he" the imp squealed. "Get off me, imp" Charles yelled, batting the creature away.

"Anyway, don't think for one second you can do something to stop this. The wine you drank will wipe your memory. After a nights sleep you will remember nothing of this encounter. Not until much later. But then it will be too late. Remember then what I'm telling you now. The Dark One is with Trump and Trump will be your next American president".

And, as it turned out, Charles was correct. After I left the realm of nightmares I returned to my bedchamber and fell into a deep sleep. Awakening many hours later I had no memory of what had transpired. Not of the imp or of what Mr. Charles told me about Donald Trump stealing the presidency. Not until recently. The wine Charles forced me to consume was a memory suppressant, as it turns out. It wore off eventually, but not in time for me to act on the information the Lord of the Nightmare realm had imparted.

Anyway, despite what that Freddy Krueger-esque asshole told me, I am sure the Grey aliens and the angel Monica had not misled me. And I surely am not going to believe good over evil. Which Charles had confirmed to me Donald Trump is. The Dark One had worked to insure he was installed as potus. And by the Dark One I (correctly) assume that Charles meant the Father of Lies (AKA Old Scratch) and not Vladimir Putin.

If only the suppressed memory had come back to me sooner (as opposed to 3+ years later) I might have been able to do something. Of that I am convinced. If not, then why would the Lord of the land of Nightmares have taken an interest? At the direction of Satan himself (no less)? My takeaway being that I must continue blogging and fighting against the evil forces that helped Trump to steal the White House and become another illegitimate president.

Though a much more evil one. Possibly the antichrist?? [1-2]. The extent to which his followers have been duped by this immoral man (who thinks sexual assault is something he is entitled to) convinces me more and more each day that this could be a very real possibility (check out this insane rant by one of his more deluded supporters and you'll see what I mean).

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Footnotes
[1] According to the evil blog troll Luke Spencer (AKA Steve), because I wrote #TrumpAntichrist? as a Swash Zone comment, and "I'm thinking that Trump might be the AntiChrist" on the RNUSA blog, I am 100 percent convinced that Trump is the antiChrist. Apparently he does not understand the difference between someone asking a question and someone making a declarative statement. That, or he's a huge liar. Regarding THIS post (which most people would take as a work of fiction) Luke wrote that he believes I am a "delusional lying idiot whose last post said Trump is the ant-Christ". I assume he meant antiChrist. Unless he was referring to an insect savior.
[2] Also according to Luke (per his commentary "Dervish's Truths") I know with absolutely certainty that Donald Trump is the antiChrist. And that, when I write #trumpantichrist? (with a question mark), I am making (what I believe to be) a statement of fact. Just like I asserted it was a fact that Paul Ryan worships Satan. Even though the post is labeled as satire.

#TrumpAntichrist, #TrumpIllegitimate.

SWTD #372, MES #5.