OCCULT MORONS: Sons of S.A.M. & Soros

When the Devil Comes 'Round to Collect

There’s been centuries of debate about the Archangel or Fallen Angel or straight-up Hierarchical Demon Samael, but everybody agrees on one thing about Him: Samael comes ‘round to fuck unrepentant sinners up. And in 2025, we’ve got no shortage of that.

“Standing on the gallows with my head in a noose / Any minute now, I expect all Hell to break loose / Gonna get lowdown, gonna fly so high / Cuz all the Truth in the world adds up to one Big Lie…” - Bob Dylan, “Things Have Changed”

“It’s a slow turning, from the inside out / A slow learning, but you learn to sway / Not fade away, not fade away…” John Hiatt, “Slow Turning”

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Despite the fact that I predicted it and expected it, it’s still pretty amazing and hard to grasp when we start seeing it happen in real time.

ACKSHULLY…and as I’ve said many times before, it wasn’t my prediction. I’m just The Messenger. I’m passing on the wise words of a soft-spoken elderly guru I spent some time with at Anarchapulco in 2018.

He wasn’t a Christian, though he had good things to say about Jesus Christ and the Bible (mostly). He also said that humanity was moving into a period of Divine Revelation, where the division between Good and Evil would be brought to obvious light and everyone would be compelled to make a choice.

“Evil will no longer hide itself,” he said to me, and that’s a direct quote. I don’t remember the next part exactly but it was something like “Whether this will be because it can’t or simply doesn’t want to, I’m not sure.”

Seven years later, looks to me like a combination of both, along with the thinning of occult bloodlines, as smart and ruthlessly disciplined villains hand off their evil empires to prideful, spoiled, reckless and/or stupid offspring.

George Soros to Alex Soros, as I’ve likewise mentioned before, is the premier example. We’ve not seen George in public in two years, three months and ten days, not since February 16, 2023, so he’s probably dead (or otherwise incapacitated, but probably dead), but George was smart. George was ruthless. George was a good speaker. George was imposing and creepy. George was tapped directly into the seething primordial bottomless hunger of entropy, chaos, decay and death, and it fizzed off him with an undeniable dark energy, the percolating primitive power of a room-clearing brimstone fart.

Georgie’s Boi Alex, on the other (Hidden) hand, is a wimpy, spindly, effeminate, unthreatening, inarticulate idiot; so clearly closeted he should wear a Liberace wig or maybe dye his hair like George “Help! I had to flee to Broadway cuz my Holly Wood career is kaput” Clooney.

Don’t take my word for it. Just look and listen to this cretin: “You know, you know, you know…” No, Alex, we don’t know. That’s why you’re supposed to be an “influencer,” isn’t it? You’re supposed to explain to us. But you can’t. Because you’re an idiot. Your father weeps in Hell, while his eternal boss chuckles.

Alex Soros, Castrudeau, George W. Butch II, Chelsea Hubbell-Clinton, Liz Cheney, on and on and on. It looked like maybe Death To America by Nepo Baby for a while, but now it’s only looking like Death of the Old Establishment.

Which spins me right ‘round to the Fallen Angel, or maybe Archangel, Samael. Samael is Satan’s rug pull. Or God’s.

Samael is not the top-tier servant of the Devil, but he’s up there. Way up there. He’s high in the hierarchy of Hell, the demon delighted to get the nod when all those Deals with the Devil get their chits called (because they always do).

Samael is also one of the best esoteric examples of how God can use Evil to bring Good. Samael destroys unrepentant sinners. We Christians like that. It makes the world a better place.

Like all Fallen Angels, however, Samael likes the attention. He likes to leave his calling card. And, like all the best demons, he’s got a wicked sense of humor (comedy: A Dark Art?).

Let’s face it: Humor and mockery have been among the most powerful weapons, if not THE most important weapons, to undermine the authority of the maniacs trying to destroy America. Is comedy “A Dark Art”? Maybe so, but we wouldn’t be where we are without it.

Thus, I was tickled beyond belief this week to see Samael’s signature as I read about the pathetic, tone-deaf, “we have no clue WTF we’re doing” Democratic Party’s new “Speaking to American Men” — or “S.A.M.” — marketing initiative, described as “a $20 million effort to study the syntax, language and content that gains attention and virality in male-dominated spaces online (such as video games).”

Who’s running it? Why, outspoken abortion evangelist and unmarried “bad for the Jews” Ilyse Hogue, and Harvard’s polling director John Della Volpe, who was also the youth advisor on Bo Xiden’s aborted re-election campaign, and we all saw how that worked out.

Best I can discern, both Hogue and Della Volpe are unmarried and gay. Both are party-line supporters of all the craziest fringe antilife nutcase issues that have destroyed the modern Left: Post-birth “abortions” (which is murder), dudes dominating women’s sports, genital mutilation of confused children, open borders, housing and healthcare for invaders.

Beautiful. That’s great. I love it. Bring down the Hammer of Witches (the Malleus Maleficarum), Samael. You’re so tight with these satanic clowns they’ve got you on a familiar’s first name basis and don’t even know it! Go to town. Revel in your destruction of their lives. They’ve earned it!

Another thing about these demons and other inter-dimensional beings, is that they’re not prisoners of Time the way we are. We live in a straightforward trajectory; those above our 3D world do not. Conversely, even as we live in this straightforward material trajectory, it appears we are powerful enough beings in this material world, through our free will and creative minds, to influence and change the future: We’re entertainment of some sort to these higher beings, and they don’t mind interceding from time to time to alter things a bit so to maximize their cosmic Netflix experience.

What’s more entertaining than watching the proud and mighty fall? Not much. But since we don’t live outside time, what’s already happened in eternity is here, on Earth, a far more gradual unfolding. A “slow turning,” so to speak. Or at least that’s what I hope.

With that in mind, and before I exit, I’ll halfway extend an olive branch to Alex Soros, providing his heart & soul aren’t completed desiccated (which they probably are) and drop back in time to nineteen-sixties’ Swingin’ London, the era I’d most like to have lived in my 20s, what a fresh and creative time to be alive, and paraphrase this great pop song from The Seekers — Get it, Alex? THE SEEKERS — as a reminder that it’s never too late to change your life and get on the right side of History and Divine Justice:

“Hey there, Georgy’s boi: There's another Georgy deep inside. Bring out all the love you hide and O, what a change there'd be! The world would see — a new Georgy boi!”

Think about it, Alex. I see you in these videos. I saw that glum photo of you in your spartan New York apartment with Huma. You look and sound miserable, and probably are.

Don’t you want to stop feeling despondent and lost, Alex? I realize you’ve probably been sexually tortured since before your balls dropped, so I can’t really relate, but I do promise you that if you dump the darkness and head towards the light, there will be many Many MANY men and women — much better people than I, you won’t have to deal with me, I’m kind of an asshole — who will help guide you back to your soul and humanity. You’re dad’s dead anyway, so it won’t be like you’ll disappoint him; and your vvitchy vvyfe’s track record ain’t so hot: Anthony Weiner lost and is a joke, Hillary lost and is an even bigger joke.

You’d make Rule of Three, Alex. Seems pretty clear to me. You? Probably not so much. Samael is watching. Waiting. Hand on your shoulder. Last call, man.

Does this look like a happy man?