The Witches’ Sabbath on Election Night

Last month, I wrote an article for this magazine suggesting liberal women were demonically possessed. I cited images of Massachusetts Governor Maura Healey signing a bill to legalize baby snuffing up to the moment of birth, and the ecstatic grins on women flanking her. But I was shortsighted. Since then, I’ve discovered progressive women are not possessed by demons, but much higher beings in the realm of darkness. They are in fact witches.

You see, I wrote the piece before the Lindsay Clancy trial, in which all nine women on the jury sought to find the killer of her three innocent children “not guilty” by reason of insanity. They and their two male familiars tried to pressure the lone black juror, a man of course, into voting with them. As juror Kellie Farina lamented to NBC 10 Boston, the holdout “had the hardest time getting off the fact that Lindsay viciously killed her children.” Well, yeah, anybody with a soul might have a problem with that little inconvenience.

And this November 3rd, they’ll get the chance to politically burn the witches — and their covenant with the Islamic fanatics who would rape and enslave them.

Jury foreperson Roni Carlson called it “heartbreaking” that they couldn’t deliver a verdict for Clancy, as if they were her defense team. Which they were — defenders of a mother victim psychologically forced to commit maternal filicide. For them, that’s just a few years later than the desirable act of killing their children pre-birth, as doubtless many of them have.

I wrote the article before the one-year anniversary of Charlie Kirk’s assassination last week, only to subsequently see videos of young women — some in junior high school — doing a dance interpretation of it, shot to the throat included. One University student, Sarah Larsen, posed with a “Happy Kirkiversary” cake. She later issued a generic apology that took much less effort than baking the damn cake one year after Kirk’s death, which she could have spent becoming human.

I’ve long understood the Left to be morally bereft, yet this is subhuman and satanic.

These women are living embodiments of how Hannah Arendt described Adolf Eichmann, “the banality of evil.” Something otherworldly broke them, turned them into hideous fiends, who laud the murder of a good man, regardless of his politics, the deprivation of a husband to a loving wife, and of a father to two little children. That was my misjudgment. They’re not possessed. They are the evil.

As I’ve mentioned in my writings, I wasn’t blessed with a family of my own, seeking to be Raymond Chandler before being Raymond Barone (Everybody Loves Raymond) until the due date expired on the latter option (still working on the first one). But I know one thing. If I had a daughter, I would have raised her as a conservative Christian, along with my conservative Christian wife. And if I ever saw my daughter in college post a video like Sarah Larsen’s, it would be her last semester at that school, at least that I would pay for.

Because the fact that several of those video girls are in junior high, when they should be focused somewhere between books and boys — and not on the year-old killing of someone who did them no harm — condemns parental rot. Either the parents indoctrinated their daughters into their own ideological darkness or they let the media and academia do it to them. Either way, it’s their deficiency. But the second case, we can fight, and better than the Clancy prosecution did. For accepting a jury of nine Massachusetts women to three men was legal malfeasance, and grounds for a mistrial even apart from the hung jury.

But like I just mentioned, sane people can fight the feminism that created these witches, culturally then politically. For as often stated, originally by Andrew Breitbart, politics is downstream from culture. And the culture is my beat, as a critic and an artist. As a critic, I can say this. Everything the mainstream media — including what passes for literature — teaches girls is a lie.

They are not superior to boys. They’re not stronger, smarter, and braver than them. The maternal function they’re urged to ignore is in fact their sacred power. And the human result of it is not a disposable creature but the essence of their life, and the future of mankind. Because the Left fears one thing above all else, the family, as the seed of its destruction.

Now boys are taught the same lies. That they’re inferior, their masculinity toxic, their sexual desire predatory, and many fall for the psyop. But unlike girls, enough of them don’t. Hollywoke can give them Rey instead of Luke Skywalker, a mopey lovelorn Bond, a homely Supergirl, a guilt-ridden Odysseus, a Starfleet full of girlbosses. Publishers can deprive them of Sherlock Holmes, Sam Spade, Philip Marlowe, and Bond, James Bond. They won’t care. They’re naturally tough enough to overcome the brainwashing and go about their business of becoming real men. And when the time comes, one of them will look at nine screeching women and two beta men and say, “Guilty as charged.”

As an artist, I’ll give men and normal women what they want — tough guy heroes and feminine beauties on both sides of the moral scale, intrigue and action, the Male Gaze and romance. My author’s website may resemble something from the last century, but modern readers would appreciate the novels, as many have.

And this November 3rd, they’ll get the chance to politically burn the witches — and their covenant with the Islamic fanatics who would rape and enslave them at the first opportunity. Which they’re mad enough to prefer over good conservative men. Yet it’s these men and supportive women who will end the Witches’ Sabbath on Election Night, and confine their haunting to TikTok videos.

Excerpt from The Washington Trail, republished this week by World Castle Publishing:

“They were paying us to nail the thief, right?”

“You destroyed a three-thousand-dollar television set tackling him.”

“It was showing ‘The View,’” said Tristan.

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