We Worship People our Ancestors Would not have Permitted in Their Homes

Note: I wrote this a couple of days ago. Something kept telling me not to publish it. Today I felt that I was released.

I am disturbed today.

This morning during my prayer time, I picked up my phone for a minute, and somehow I ended up Googling Stanley Kubrick. From there, I went on to read up on Dr. Strangelove, Terry Southern, the beat generation, William S. Burroughs, Rip Torn, Saturday Night Live, and a number of popular movies.

I have never liked Stanley Kubrick movies. The only exception is Dr. Strangelove, which was a pretty fair picture of the way human organizations work. It was like Dilbert’s view of the Cold War.

I just realized I liked another Kubrick movie. I don’t like it now, however. When I was a kid, I watched A Clockwork Orange, and I got caught up in the way it made extreme cruelty and rape funny. I think most people who like the movie like it for its humor, and that’s unfortunate, because it shows how our consciences have been seared. I should never have found it funny. I should have left the room in shock.

I never thought much of 2001. It was an extremely boring movie. The plot could have been summed up in less than 10 seconds. It was not clever. It was not funny. It was not moving. It was like something a high school student could have written.

Full Metal Jacket was somewhat like A Clockwork Orange. Thanks to R. Lee Ermey, Kubrick again succeeded in making depravity amusing. The rest of the film was just sensationalism, pessimism, and hatred of humanity. There was no plot. It’s not clear if Kubrick had any type of structure in mind when he made the film.

He obviously hated the military. That much is clear. Of course, his freedom to make his films was built on the corpses of dead soldiers.

Terry Southern rewrote Dr. Strangelove, which means he made a small contribution to the film, but many people think he wrote the whole thing. He was a Texan. He was a pal of beatniks and counterculture apostles. He ran around with William S. Burroughs, who is the very face of depravity and damnation. You haven’t debased yourself with literature until you’ve read his book Naked Lunch.

Terry Southern wrote Easy Rider, which was an exceptionally poisonous movie. He also wrote The Magic Christian, a cult film in which Peter Sellers convinces people to humiliate themselves in exchange for money. I don’t think Southern ever turned down money, but he seems to have been pretty disgusted with other people who thought about things like paying bills.

There is a scene in The Magic Christian in which Sellers’ character fills a tank with excrement and slaughterhouse waste and then adds a huge amount of British currency. People walking by start trying to pick notes out from outside the tank, and they end up swimming in it in order to maximize their success.

I read that Mike O’Donoghue tried to get Southern to write for The National Lampoon, which spawned P.J. O’Rourke, John Hughes, and Doug Kenney, who would probably have become famous, too, had he not fallen off a cliff.

I could say the Lampoon spawned me, too. A lot of the humor I’ve written was influenced by the Lampoon. Many of the self-destructive things I did in college were inspired by the spirit of Animal House.

As I read about various people and movies, God showed me that our secular culture is generated by a club, or, more accurately, a family. Directors know actors and screenwriters. Actors and screenwriters know musicians. The whole crew is in bed with leftist journalists and politicians; in fact, Southern, not Hunter Thompson, is said to have been the father of “the New Journalism.” It’s a big, sprawling guild, spreading infectious pus over America from a thousand points of darkness.

I’m so sorry I ever had an interest in popular culture. I see how poisonous it is now.

I used to fantasize about working for the Lampoon. I once sent submissions to a show SNL spun off, hoping to be hired as a writer. I’ve written a gigantic amount of sick humor on the Internet. I got three books published. I knew I could write humor as well as anyone. I thought it was only a matter of time until I was recognized.

I have to thank God my career didn’t go anywhere. What would have happened to me? I would have become convinced I was on the right track. I would have had no incentive to turn to God.

When I think of popular culture, I think of carnies. A carny is a person who works for a carnival. Carnies are typically moral nullities. They have been rejected by decent people for centuries.

Carnies have a reputation for coming to town, conning people out of their money, stealing things that aren’t locked up, seducing women, and enticing men with sex. Their reputation is well-deserved. They do all these things. A carnival is like a traveling apparatus for spreading disease. You could say carnies are like reverse evangelists.

The other day I saw an episode of American Pickers. This show is about two men, Mike Wolfe and Frank Fritz, who roam around buying collectible items from people. They have a female assistant named Danielle. She’s a stripper. She is covered with tattoos.

In the episode I saw, Danielle and Mike visited an artist who collects flash art. You may be wondering what that is. It’s wall art used in tattoo shops. Tattooists create posters of their designs, and they hang them on their shop walls. You look at the flash art and choose the tattoo you want.

Danielle was beside herself with awe as she looked at the tacky, sleazy, artistically feeble posters of filthy drawings. It was as though someone had given her a private viewing of Michelangelo’s statues. She was looking at garbage, mind you. She knew the names of the “artists.” She spoke of them the way a pianist might speak of Art Tatum. She spoke with true reverence.

Imagine speaking of a pornography dealer or a pimp with reverence. That was how it sounded to me. Actually, many Americans do revere a pornography dealer. In his last decades, Hugh Hefner–a giant among degenerates–was treated like an elder statesman.

She talked about the connection between carnivals and tattoos. She said she was a carny at heart.

The posters featured things like nude, whorish women with exaggerated physiques. Very tasteless.

As I watched her, I thought about what America had become.

America is in love with evil, and the people who lead us in our love are bound together surprisingly tightly. Look at one prominent exponent of sin, and you will be presented with links to others. It’s like a game of six degrees of Satan.

We have many celebrities who are open about loving evil. Consider rock music. On the other hand, we have a lot of evil-loving celebrities who appear squeaky clean or at least morally neutral. Look how Disney kids turn out. Britney Spears. Christina Aguilera. Shia Laboeuf. Lindsey Lohan. Miley Cyrus.

In order to become prominent in the arts or journalism, you almost have to be in the club. I didn’t know that when I was trying to get in. I was running from God, but I had enough of the smell of Christianity on me to make me an impossible fit. The vast bulk of the arts are harmful. The arts have been instrumental in promoting our decline as a civilization.

The arts promote leftism, sexual sin, hatred of authority, emasculation, cruelty, narcissism, drug abuse, pride, anger, the rejection of logic, and selfishness. It’s amazing we’ve done as well as we have, under the influence of the arts.

I feel bad about trying to get into the club, and I also feel bad about holding onto certain things too long. I feel bad about amassing a big blues and jazz collection, which I discarded not long ago. I feel bad about owning literature that poisoned me.

When I was young, I owned a lot of books by Henry Miller and Anais Nin. That could never have happened, had I known anything about God. I was ignorant. I had no one to tell me I was hurting myself. My own mother introduced me to Henry Miller!

I admired Hunter Thompson, who was one of the biggest failures in modern history. I watched other people destroy themselves, and I wanted to take my turn.

I have a friend who loves Harry Potter. I could not convince her to give it up. The books brought her comfort while she was growing up with abusive parents. I don’t think she understands that she brought demons into her life, and that they are connected to her current problems. It’s bad that I lived in ignorance for so long. I wish I were better able to help other people get out of it, but human beings tend to wait for their own self-generated disasters instead of learning from the bad choices of others. My own experience is an example.

I’ve been watching a lot of Mark Hemans lately. He’s an Australian healer who goes around casting out demons and teaching. He sometimes tells people they collected demons via one-off experiences. For example, getting one tattoo or talking to one “psychic” can invite a demon that never leaves and nearly destroys your life.

How many times have I opened doors? I can’t count the dirty movies, books, magazines, and websites I’ve seen. My uncle took me and my cousin to a dirty movie, which wasn’t even very good, when we were 8 and 7, and I watched Deadpool when I was deep into middle age. I watched many things in between. I’m not even mentioning the non-mainstream things I’ve seen.

My uncle also took us to see Everything You Always Wanted to Know about Sex. I don’t know what he was thinking.

I consulted a psychic once. I let my mother have my astrological chart done. I used various drugs. I said all sorts of careless things.

Christians tend to think that as long as they go to church and reject the worst sinful activities, it’s okay to be part of mainstream culture. That’s not true. Things we think are harmless can be very damaging. I saw Hemans tell a lady to go home and throw out her daughter’s fairy tale books. He said they were a reason demons were afflicting her daughter. How many Christians have shelves full of Pixar and Disney films about supernatural creatures?

There is no significant difference between watching fetish pornography and watching John Wick or a Harry Potter film. A demon is a demon, no matter what vehicle it arrives in.

I can’t believe I let myself watch Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I must have been insane.

When I think about the things I’ve ingested, the sensation I have is a wish that I could vomit everything out and be clean. I have been praying for hours every day for years, I have been baptized with the Holy Spirit, I am very sincere about serving God, and still, this is where I am. What must life be like for Christians who are not even trying?

Maybe Satan doesn’t mind it all that much if you get baptized with the Holy Spirit, as long as you hold onto your culture. If you go home and wallow in worldly filth and defend it to other people, you aren’t a big threat, and you are likely to return to him. You are also likely to serve him very powerfully even while you think you’re on God’s side. Christian TV is full of preachers who do tremendous work for Satan and almost nothing for God.

Understanding all this, I believe I know what’s happening with Kanye West. He is not a sound Christian. He is very dangerous. He has let worldly Christians and his own flesh convince him that he’s supposed to help God out with his fame and money. He wants to show the world a rich, famous Christian can do powerful works for God, and that Christians are the ones who are supposed to have the TV cameras and big venues.

West is under the spell of Richie Wilkerson, who is as toxic as preachers get, short of starting cults in the Amazon basin. Richie has no interest in God. He believes in money and fame. Richie’s mom and dad run a cult church where money is god, and the apple fell right next to the trees. Richie thinks earthly promotion is proof of God’s presence, even if you have to debase yourself to get it.

If you look at things Richie says in public, you’ll see he’s very defensive. He’s always defending what he’s doing. He knows he’s in the wrong.

Paul made it clear we are not supposed to associate with Christians who continue in willful sin, yet Richie has no problem using his closeness to Kim Kardashian to promote his ministry. After years of connecting with Richie, Kim Kardashian still works for the devil. She is a powerful promoter of sexual sin. She has not repented. Kanye West, if he has changed at all, is an embryonic Christian who should not be leading anyone. When Richie hangs out with them and endorses what they do, he is not being loving and inclusive. He is just whoring out and being a follower. This is exactly what his dad does, with less success.

I think there is hope for West, but I think his breakthrough won’t come until he gets free of the Wilkerson curse. Until you see him abandon and denounce his secular works–completely–don’t be fooled. He’s still deceived.

I was there when people who actually cared about God fled the Wilkerson church. I know what I’m talking about. The Wilkersons had secret meetings about me, and Richie actually preached publicly against what I was saying in private. They are not nice people. They grin and smile and talk about love when they’re really just trying to seduce people so they can take their money. Then if you tell people what they’re up to, the Wilkersons call you a hater.

It’s a wonderful pose. You smile and forgive in front of the crowd, and you claim you love everyone who is against you. The idea is to make yourself look holy, and to make people who speak for God look wicked, while you pick people’s pockets.

Satan appears as an angel of light. Why? Because people like to be kissed and coddled and told they don’t have to change. They prefer flatterers who destroy them to honest people who love them and want to help them.

People like the Wilkersons defend themselves with numbers. “Look how many people came to church today.” They don’t know how few of those people belong to God. They use the wrong bait, so they attract the wrong people. The Bible says, “Better a little the righteous man has than the riches of many wicked.”

When Jesus becomes popular, he ceases to be Jesus. He said the world would hate his children, and it does. You can’t have a glamorous, worldwide movement everyone approves of and expect God to be part of it.

The best that can be said for Richie and Kanye is that some people may go to their events and get to know God in spite of the errors of the organizers. How well such new Christians would do would depend largely on their willingness to ignore everything Richie says and find better teaching. I improved a great deal at Trinity Church, but the better I got, the more I disagreed with the management. Had God not given me a prodigious habit of praying in tongues, which brings revelation, I might still be at Trinity, drinking the Kool Aid.

Leaving Trinity was wonderful. It was like a graduation. I felt like a runaway slave. The rapture will feel the same way.

Even the pharisees who rejected Jesus and are now in hell taught some useful things, as Jesus himself said. That’s how it will be with Kanye’s new project.

I will keep looking at my life and trying to rid myself of anything toxic.