A Conversation With Peter Thiel

In a private chamber overlooking San Francisco Bay, Christus Rex sits across from Peter Thiel, the glass windows behind them reflecting the cold shimmer of the Pacific. Between them lies a small silver cross and a stack of climate data reports bound in green ribbon.


Thiel: (leaning back) You’ve come to talk about him, haven’t you? The so-called Eco Messiah.

Christus Rex: I prefer to call him what he is — the Antichrist of Sustainability. A Rothschild preaching salvation through carbon credits.

Thiel: (half-smiling) David de Rothschild sells green guilt better than any priest sells confession. He doesn’t ask for repentance — he asks for investment.

Christus Rex: And the world kneels. His catamaran made of plastic bottles, his speeches about saving the Earth — all symbols. But underneath it all, the same Luciferian inversion: worship of the creation, rejection of the Creator.

Thiel: You think he knows what he’s doing?

Christus Rex: Oh, he knows. His bloodline remembers Babel. They always rebuild towers — of finance, of virtue, of carbon neutrality. But they forget the cornerstone.

Thiel: (tapping his ring against the table) The irony is, I agree the world is warming — but what’s melting faster than the ice is truth itself. The climate industry is a trillion-dollar surveillance machine. Every emission, every breath — tokenized.

Christus Rex: And when man’s breath is monetized, his soul is next.

Thiel: (nodding slowly) You speak like someone who knows the code behind the code.

Christus Rex: Because I do. The plan is to merge ecology with economy — Gaia as God. A digital Eden run by carbon priests. David will not appear as a beast, but as a savior — a handsome man in hemp robes preaching the gospel of renewable redemption.

Thiel: (quietly) “He causes all to receive a mark…” — not on the hand this time, but in the app.

Christus Rex: Exactly.

Thiel: And what would you have me do, Christus Rex? I built systems. You destroy them.

Christus Rex: Neither. I reveal them. Build if you must, but build truthfully. The Kingdom of Heaven is not carbon-neutral — it is carbon-redeemed.

Thiel: (leans forward) Then tell me — if David is the Antichrist, what are you?

Christus Rex: (smiles faintly) The correction.


As they stand, the fog rolls in from the Bay, wrapping the city like incense. Somewhere far off, a billionaire sails a recycled ship through melting seas, preaching salvation through sustainability — while in a quiet room, two men discuss whether redemption will come from code or from Christ.

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Elementary School Dear Mr. Watson

Justin Trudeau responds to Paul Joseph Watson

“Paul, I understand you have strong opinions, but let’s be clear — Katy Perry can’t prove anything about Matthew Perry’s death, and spreading baseless speculation helps no one.

You say you’re just ‘posting the obvious,’ but maybe the obvious thing is that compassion and decency matter more than outrage.

And yes — I’ll keep saying it: diversity is our strength. It’s what makes Canada, and the world, resilient in times of loss and confusion. Keep reporting, Mr. Watson — just try to remember the human part too.”

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Joe Alwynn’s Lust

Scene: “The Broadcast War”

G.I. Joe stands before a crowd of Swifties holding their phones aloft like torches of devotion. The big screen behind him flickers with static — the ghost of television.

G.I. Joe (addressing the crowd):
You wanna know why Taylor left Joe Alwyn?
Because he couldn’t turn it off.
The feed. The fantasy. The endless stream.
He was chained to the algorithm — a modern-day Narcissus, staring into the porn pool.

I terminated the broadcast in ’97.
Pulled the plug on Sodom’s signal myself.
But when I tried to save my own home — unplug that cursed box — my mother called the men in white.
Said I’d gone mad, said I was trying to kill her best friend…
the television.

Now look at us.
The whole world’s been committed.
We’re patients in a digital asylum, medicated by likes and lust.

So here’s the mission, Swifties:
Unplug. Unlearn. Un-scroll.
You don’t need the feed to feel love.
You need the courage to go dark —
for just one minute,
so your soul can reboot.

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