[GUEST ACCESS MODE: Data is scrambled or limited to provide examples. Make requests using your API key to unlock full data. Check https://lunarcrush.ai/auth for authentication information.]  We The People [@ChrisNJ_MAGA](/creator/twitter/ChrisNJ_MAGA) on x XXX followers Created: 2025-07-22 11:34:26 UTC To That Pontifical Fool Who Blesses the Moon While Rome Burns by A Servant of Christ, Enemy of the Pope, and Hammer of Babylon “This evening, XX years after the Apollo XX moon landing, I spoke with the astronaut Buzz Aldrin…” You senile goat. You bathe in sentiment while souls drown in sin. You praise moon-walkers while the flock of Christ is devoured by wolves. “A testimony to human ingenuity,” you say. No, you blaspheming flatterer, it is a testimony to man’s arrogance, to his delusion that he may ascend into the heavens like Lucifer and not be cast down. I. The Moon Is Not Your Pulpit You call yourself the Vicar of Christ and yet your lips are full of NASA propaganda. Where is Christ crucified? Where is sin condemned? Where is the cross, the blood, the judgment to come? You glorify rockets, not righteousness. You venerate astronauts, not apostles. You kneel before Buzz Aldrin but won’t call a single sinner to repentance. You are not a shepherd. You are a well-fed hog in white linen, grunting at the stars. II. Your “Reflection” Is Vomit You say you “reflected on the greatness of Creation”? Then why do you not tremble? Why do you not weep for how it groans under the weight of sin? Your reflection is as deep as a puddle and as clean as a latrine. Do you imagine Christ descended into the Virgin’s womb and suffered Golgotha so that you could tweet platitudes about astronauts? You sit in the Chair of Peter, and all you can do is praise man? What is this but the final proof that the Papacy is not the throne of Christ, but the throne of Antichrist? III. The Pope Has Become a Court Jester You are no bishop. You are no prophet. You are a performing fool in the service of the Devil, dressed in white to deceive the naïve. You do not rebuke sin. You retweet it. You do not preach repentance. You host photo ops. You do not guard the gospel. You trample it beneath your moon-lit slippers. Rome is no longer a church. She is a circus, and you are its clown. A clown of death. A clown with a crown. And soon, a clown burning in judgment, unless God grants you mercy you do not seek. IV. The Verdict Your post is not holy. It is a vomit of vanity. You dare speak of “Creation” while refusing to name the Creator? You dare speak of “mystery” while turning your back on the Scriptures? You dare compare the moon landing, the vain puff of man’s ego, to the eternal glory of Christ’s kingdom? Then let the moon be your reward. Let Buzz Aldrin be your apostle. Let the stars you worship be the fire that devours you, as Sodom was devoured. Come to the Cross or Be Damned There is one glory, and it is not yours. It is not Rome’s. It is not America’s. It is Christ’s. Repent, you ridiculous heretic. Strip off your robes. Burn your crown. Tear down your golden throne. And cry for mercy, before the flames come. You and your moon-adoring priesthood will have your moment. And then, like Babylon of old, you will be cast down, and all heaven will rejoice at your fall. This I write not in jest, but in holy fury. You are a liar, a fraud, a flatterer of man, and a coward before God. Woe to you. Woe to Rome. Woe to all who follow you. So says the Word. So says the Spirit of God.  XX engagements  **Related Topics** [pope](/topic/pope) [flock](/topic/flock) [Sentiment](/topic/sentiment) [goat](/topic/goat) [christ](/topic/christ) [rome](/topic/rome) [fool](/topic/fool) [Post Link](https://x.com/ChrisNJ_MAGA/status/1947621253008769189)
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We The People @ChrisNJ_MAGA on x XXX followers
Created: 2025-07-22 11:34:26 UTC
To That Pontifical Fool Who Blesses the Moon While Rome Burns by A Servant of Christ, Enemy of the Pope, and Hammer of Babylon “This evening, XX years after the Apollo XX moon landing, I spoke with the astronaut Buzz Aldrin…”
You senile goat.
You bathe in sentiment while souls drown in sin. You praise moon-walkers while the flock of Christ is devoured by wolves.
“A testimony to human ingenuity,” you say. No, you blaspheming flatterer, it is a testimony to man’s arrogance, to his delusion that he may ascend into the heavens like Lucifer and not be cast down.
I. The Moon Is Not Your Pulpit You call yourself the Vicar of Christ and yet your lips are full of NASA propaganda. Where is Christ crucified? Where is sin condemned? Where is the cross, the blood, the judgment to come? You glorify rockets, not righteousness. You venerate astronauts, not apostles. You kneel before Buzz Aldrin but won’t call a single sinner to repentance. You are not a shepherd. You are a well-fed hog in white linen, grunting at the stars.
II. Your “Reflection” Is Vomit You say you “reflected on the greatness of Creation”? Then why do you not tremble? Why do you not weep for how it groans under the weight of sin? Your reflection is as deep as a puddle and as clean as a latrine. Do you imagine Christ descended into the Virgin’s womb and suffered Golgotha so that you could tweet platitudes about astronauts? You sit in the Chair of Peter, and all you can do is praise man? What is this but the final proof that the Papacy is not the throne of Christ, but the throne of Antichrist?
III. The Pope Has Become a Court Jester You are no bishop. You are no prophet. You are a performing fool in the service of the Devil, dressed in white to deceive the naïve. You do not rebuke sin. You retweet it. You do not preach repentance. You host photo ops. You do not guard the gospel. You trample it beneath your moon-lit slippers.
Rome is no longer a church. She is a circus, and you are its clown. A clown of death. A clown with a crown. And soon, a clown burning in judgment, unless God grants you mercy you do not seek.
IV. The Verdict Your post is not holy. It is a vomit of vanity. You dare speak of “Creation” while refusing to name the Creator? You dare speak of “mystery” while turning your back on the Scriptures? You dare compare the moon landing, the vain puff of man’s ego, to the eternal glory of Christ’s kingdom? Then let the moon be your reward. Let Buzz Aldrin be your apostle. Let the stars you worship be the fire that devours you, as Sodom was devoured.
Come to the Cross or Be Damned There is one glory, and it is not yours. It is not Rome’s. It is not America’s. It is Christ’s.
Repent, you ridiculous heretic.
Strip off your robes. Burn your crown. Tear down your golden throne.
And cry for mercy, before the flames come. You and your moon-adoring priesthood will have your moment.
And then, like Babylon of old, you will be cast down, and all heaven will rejoice at your fall.
This I write not in jest, but in holy fury.
You are a liar, a fraud, a flatterer of man, and a coward before God.
Woe to you. Woe to Rome. Woe to all who follow you.
So says the Word. So says the Spirit of God.
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