Tag: Cult behaviour
The Good, the Bad and the Cultish
Last night, I’m half-drunk, scrolling X, and some post I threw out there lights a match under the mob – half of ‘em screaming bloody murder, the other half nodding like they’ve seen the face of God. Got me thinking. Cults. Yeah, cults – those greasy little traps for the lonely and brain-dead, where some silver-tongued psycho plays messiah to a room full of suckers desperate for a hug and a purpose. It’s not religion; it’s a con job in cosmic drag. Salvation, belonging, some galaxy-brained “truth” – all yours if you hand over your free will and whatever’s left of your sanity. They don’t want your soul, you idiots – they want your compliance.