by William Skink
Posting may be light next week. I will leave you with a little bit of fiction derived from two unrelated stories. I imagined a brief scene featuring a certain presidential candidate on his way to a bizarre pagan ritual christening a tunnel in Switzerland that boasted heads of state in attendance:
Attended by Europe’s most powerful people, the opening ceremony of the Gotthard Base Tunnel in Switzerland was a dark, disturbing, weirdly satanic ritual. Here’s a look at another celebration of the occult elite.
Measuring over 57 km and costing over 11 billion Euros, the Gotthard Base Tunnel is world’s longest and most expensive tunneling project in History. Going through the Swiss Alps, the tunnel took 17 years to complete and is said to be a symbol of European unification in a context of rising nationalism and closing borders.
To celebrate the inauguration of this tunnel, an elaborate ceremony was presented in front of European dignitaries such as Chancellor Angela Merkel of Germany, President Francois Hollande of France and Italian Prime Minister Matteo Renzi. While most would expect an up-beat, celebratory ceremony, guests were rather treated to a disturbing show orchestrated by German director Volker Hesse, where a man dressed as a goat presided a strange ritual.
Instead of his given name, I chose to use some colorful names from the purely distilled disdain of our comrades across the pond to describe America’s next president.
As the plane lifts off, the mangled apricot hellbeast removes the nubile Romanian sex slave from his limp appendage.
“That was wonderful, just wonderful. Now shoo!” The evil cockwomble commands. The nubile Romanian sex slave, courtesy J., disappears behind a thick, red velvet curtain.
When the plane hits cruising altitude, another woman emerges, this one in short plaid skirt and old-style stewardess hat pinned to a bun of blond hair.
“Sir, a gift from the Prime Minister.” The woman produces a small vial of red liquid for the bestial shitgibbon smirking like a boy who has just raped a nun.
“That’s great, just great.” He says, snatching the vial. “I haven’t fed since Scotland.”
Before the incompressible jizztrumpet can feed, his phone rings. It’s the master of ceremonies for the tunnel ritual.
“Hey Francis, sorry I didn’t RSVP for the tunnel-suite package. I’ve been busy making America great again. I know, I know, they have no clue. Anyway, I’ll be landing in a few hours. Yes, three of them. I will, thank you.”
The tunnel ceremony is just a fun bit of theater. The real consecration will come after, for the initiated. Soon, he thinks, we will be in His presence once again.