"The Siege Accelerates"
by Lamentor
Excerpt: "Last Saturday: The diesel pumps ran dry in Florida and Texas. The Joliet refinery remained offline. The Houthis struck Riyadh airport. The Kursk nuclear plant cooling tower burned. The PJM grid emergency covered thirteen states. The banks faced $326.7 billion in unrealized losses. The heating oil crack spread hit the highest level in history. The truckers pressed the decline button ten thousand times a day. The G7 met to discuss the Hormuz closure. Macron convened an emergency session. The Saudi exports to Europe sat at zero. The Colombian earthquake swarm passed 1,200 tremors. The Kilauea pattern broke. The war remained contained to the periphery. The narrative remained controlled. The agenda proceeded.
Today: I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord. The frogs in the pot are hot and unable to feel the heat. They sit in the pot as the temperature rises degree by degree, unaware that the comfort they feel is actually the threshold of death. They have been told the water is fine. They have been told to trust the chefs. They have been told that anyone who suggests the water is boiling is a conspiracy theorist, a doomer, a threat to the social order. So they sit. And they wait. And they do not jump.
I have been watching for this moment for all my life, oh Lord. Not waiting. Not wanting. Not romanticizing. I have wished it would go away. I have prayed it would not arrive. I have warned in the hope that warning might prevent. But the moment has come regardless. The drum beat that signals the revelation is sounding now. The pack of lies is exposing itself. The grin cannot be wiped off because the grin is frozen in place, a rictus of denial, as the water approaches the boiling point.
The rain has come here and there and in one instant can be everywhere. It is accelerating. How fast can she go? When the night comes, no man knows. The hour is late.
The frogs are beginning to cook as the temperature rises slow. Some are beginning to notice the steam. Some are beginning to feel the pain that has been growing all along, the hurt that does not show but the pain still grows. It is no stranger to you and me. We have seen this before. We know where this leads. The first time was the warning. This time is the reality.
The final target is USA. The siege is not against some distant nation. It is against the heartland. It is against the infrastructure. It is against the currency. It is against the people. The chefs prepare the next course. The Clergy Response Team stands ready with scripture in hand to quote Romans 13 as the lid clamps down. The evacuation centers wait with beds made and barcodes ready. The bureaucratic blade is sharpened. The pneumatic guillotine is perfumed.
I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord. Not because I wanted it. Because I have been watching. Because the signs have been there all along. Because the water has been heating since August 28th, since the dollar reset began, since the first vent opened at Kilauea, since the first drone struck the refinery, since the first bank reported losses they could not hide. The moment is fast arriving. The drum beats are sounding in the distance. The revelation is now. The rain will become the flood. The night approaches. Maranatha."
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