Epstein: Yesterday, Today, and Tomorrow
The files and the well-orchestrated campaign of Epstein's case are clear proof that pedophilia is nothing new; it concerns not so much—and not only—the “flesh” of children and/or adolescents; no, that is merely the carnal aspect. What is not said—and the answer is obviously no—is that the abuse of these children (...whoever causes even one of these little ones to stumble, it would be better for him to have a millstone hung around his neck and be thrown into the depths of the sea. Gospel, Matthew 18:6) It carries with it the Luciferian dream of eternal youth. In fact, adrenochrome is its counterpart. Yes, the blood extracted by force from the victims, rich in adrenaline, which puts the victim’s body into a state of extreme alarm and triggers the appropriate reactions—first and foremost, flight. For the libations of the usual élite, on the other hand, the effect is nothing more or less than a state of alteration, like any drug whose full consequences, if fully recounted, would lead to rewriting the ENTIRE chaos known as “Humanity.” The sacrifices of newborns/children to the Moloc of the moment... and the Minotaur, right? Blood is already too ritualistic in and of itself, marketable as if it were just any blood bank!
continueAnd now to the image in question. A car complete with very menacing eyes/headlights. Red: and what do we say! A little girl on the “front” of the phallic object (Freud dixit!), small, blonde, and the final touch: the “banana”—need I say more? Yes, because the ad, you see, was the subject of outrage and pulled from circulation…after the damage was done, eh! Audi apologized after the fact!
Freud: everything that is straight is a phallus, in a transposed sense or otherwise). the western world of babel and moloc reveals itself in this frame. it is not an advertisement; it is a ritual of power rooted in the sick psyche of the century. this ideological base provides the code to read the disgrace: the red car is not a vehicle but a pure phallic symbol, a steel erection demanding absolute dominance. it is the id taking metallic form, a drive that does not create but crushes.
by placing a child in front of this iron jaw, the marketing hits straight below the belt. the contrast between innocence and aggression serves to sell a dream of predatory invincibility. the banana is the final touch of provocation, a vulgar signal for those immersed in modern idiocy. this is the luciferian dream: the obsession with total control and eternal youth. it evokes the dark myth of adrenochrome, where the shock and energy of the pure are extracted to fuel machines that must never age. it is a sacrifice to moloc in a high-end design version.
audi apologized only after the fact, a textbook move in an age where the scandal is the product itself. as the gospel of matthew warns, whoever causes one of these little ones to stumble deserves a millstone around the neck, but today's humanoid elites have turned that stone into a luxury accessory. this is the reality of the industrial abyss: a system that consumes life to maintain status, hiding the prey behind press releases while the masses remain in induced idiocy, unable to see the monster behind the glossy paint.
