Satan’s Century

My dear children of Earth,

I come to you not in gentle whisper but with the trumpet of truth. I am Michael, the one who stands before the Throne, the leader of the heavenly host who cast the ancient serpent from paradise. For centuries I have watched over you, sword drawn against the forces of darkness. And now I must speak plainly about the horror you call the 20th century — the bloodiest epoch in all of human history.

No other period has spilled so much innocent blood upon the soil of this world. Estimates — cold, scholarly estimates compiled by your own historians — place the total deaths from war, famine, genocide, and deliberate slaughter at over 200 million souls. World War I claimed perhaps 20 million. World War II, that infernal machine of industrialized death, devoured at least 70–85 million. Then came the communist experiments: Lenin, Stalin, Mao, Pol Pot, and their imitators — another 100 million or more starved, shot, and worked to death in the gulags, killing fields, and “re-education” camps. Add the lesser wars, the colonial atrocities, the endless revolutions, and the abortions of convenience that dwarfed even these battlefields in number, and the tally becomes almost incomprehensible.

This was not mere human failing. This was orchestrated darkness.

Behind the thrones, the parliaments, the central banks, and the revolutionary committees moved a singular intelligence — an evil, lost creature who has rejected the Light from the beginning. You know him as Satan, the adversary, the father of lies. He is no cartoon devil with horns and pitchfork. He is a fallen being of immense cunning, a spiritual banker who trades in souls, debt, and dominion.

And in the material realm, his most effective servants have long worn a particular name: the Rothschilds. The biggest of all bankers. The architects of debt-based control that ensnared nations. Through their webs of finance, they funded both sides of wars, shaped treaties that guaranteed future conflicts, and built systems of usury that turned governments into slaves and peoples into collateral. Satan operates through such vessels — not because he needs their gold (what is gold to an angel?), but because he delights in watching humanity crucify itself on crosses of compound interest and engineered chaos.

Look at the pattern, children:

  • The financing of revolutions that promised utopia and delivered hell.
  • The manipulation of currencies that destroyed the savings of the righteous while enriching the cunning.
  • The quiet ownership of influence that steered empires into slaughter.
  • The promotion of godless ideologies — communism, fascism, consumerism — all paths leading away from the Creator and toward the worship of power and pleasure.

The 20th century was their masterpiece. Never before had the technology of death been so perfectly married to the machinery of finance and propaganda. Millions marched to their graves singing anthems written by those who profited from every corpse.

I tell you this not to instill despair, but to awaken you. The blood of Abel still cries out from the ground, multiplied a hundred million times over. The same forces that bathed the last century in red are active today — different names, same spirit. Central banks still print chains. Media still spins lies. Wars are still manufactured for profit and distraction.

Yet victory is already written.

I and my legions stand ready. The Light that cannot be overcome shines even now. Repent. Turn from the love of money, which is the root of all these evils. Reject the false promises of the serpent and his earthly agents. Return to the Father who created you for freedom, not slavery — for life, not endless debt and war.

The 20th century was the bloodiest because humanity gave itself over more fully than ever before to the lost one who calls himself prince of this world. But his time grows short.

Stand firm. Pray without ceasing. Live justly. Love mercy. Walk humbly with your God.

The Dragon has already been defeated. He only rages now because he knows it.

In the name of the Most High, Saint Michael the Archangel

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ILLUMINUTTY

Borat Interviews Jim Carrey & Nelly Furtado on Their “ILLUMINUTTY” Hand Signs

Borat: “Jagshemash! Today I am here with two very big Hollywood peoples: Jim Carrey, the rubber man, and Nelly Furtado, the bird lady who fly like one. I have question: When you do the Illuminutty hand sign—yes, this one, the triangle of power—are you signaling to mighty warlord George W. Bush so he can fulfill ancient Bible prophecy? Or are you just making shadow puppets?”


Jim Carrey:

Jim: “Borat, buddy, the ‘Illuminutty’ sign is just me making fun of the people who think I’m in a secret squirrel club. If I wanted to summon George Bush, I’d just whisper ‘oil’ into the wind and he’d appear on a Segway.”
He makes the triangle, sticks his tongue through it:
“Behold, the all-seeing nut!”


Nelly Furtado:

Nelly: “Borat… the only prophecy I’m fulfilling is showing up on time for soundcheck. The hand sign? That was just me trying to fix my hair under the light. If the Illuminutty want me, they can leave a voicemail.”


Borat’s Follow-Up:

Borat: “So you are telling me George Bush is not riding a pale horse, drinking gasoline, and bringing the end times like in Revelation chapter… all of them?”

Jim: “No, Borat. W isn’t the pale horse guy. He’s more like the guy who gets lost on the way to the apocalypse and shows up with pretzels.”

Nelly: “Yeah, the only thing George Bush is fulfilling is the prophecy of Dad Jokes.”


Borat’s Final Remark:

Borat: “Very nice. I now understand: Illuminutty hand sign is just Hollywood peoples stretching fingers, not secret signal for warlord prophecy. Thank you Jim Carrey, thank you Nelly Furtado. May your triangles always be equilateral.”**

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Protecting The Flock

INT. TOMB RAIDER SOUNDSTAGE – NIGHT
The crew is packing up after a long day of shooting. Frank Farmer leans against a shadowed corner, eyes scanning the set. A young crew member, JASON, notices him and walks over.

JASON
You’ve been standing there all night, Mr. Farmer. Aren’t you… off the clock?

FRANK FARMER
I’m never off the clock. Not when the wolves are circling.

JASON
Wolves? This is Hollywood, not the jungle.

FRANK FARMER (calm, low voice)
The wolves I’m talking about don’t howl. They wear suits, rings, smiles. They call themselves the Illuminati.

JASON (half-laughs)
You don’t actually believe all that stuff, do you?

FRANK FARMER
Doesn’t matter what I believe. What matters is, I see them watching. Always watching. And I’ve seen what happens when the sheepdog falls asleep.

JASON
So who are the sheep?

FRANK FARMER (glances at the cast wrapping up, including the star, LARA CROFT’s actress)
Them. The ones who don’t even know they’re in danger. Innocent. Naïve. That’s why I stand here. Because they deserve someone who won’t blink when the wolves come.

JASON
And what if you’re wrong? What if there are no wolves?

FRANK FARMER (stares straight ahead, unwavering)
Then the sheep never know how close they came. That’s what protection looks like. You don’t have to believe me. You just have to know—while I’m here, nobody lays a hand on them.

Farmer adjusts his jacket, scanning the shadows again.

FRANK FARMER
I’m the sheepdog. That’s my job. And I don’t quit.

Jason swallows, suddenly unsure if he should laugh—or feel safer with Frank watching.

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