Stay Free - Russel Brand - MAHA Summit: Comedy, Controversy & Clarity - SF656

Nov. 28, 2025 - Stay Free - Russel Brand

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	Ladies and gentlemen, Russell Brand action.
	Russell conspiracy theorists.
	Trying to bring real journalism to the American people.
	Hello there, you Awakening Wonders.
	Thanks for joining us for this Black Friday special.
	Black!
	Do you notice as the day goes on, the colour of the sea changes almost by the minute, doesn't it?
	It's a wonderful blue, isn't it?
	It is lovely.
	And the white walls with those windows there, very dark, almost black.
	Johnny, black.
	Yes, black.
	I shall need to get the black out.
	Johnny, black.
	Johnny, black.
	Black.
	Black.
	The sky and the sea.
	Black.
	Oh, black.
	Like the procession of night that leads us into the valley of despair.
	Black!
	Black!
	This is a time for opportunity and expenditure, isn't it?
	Not really.
	Consumerism is not a god.
	You can't buy your way out of pain and misery.
	But if there are bargains available, why don't you take them?
	Do you want to see me do some stand-up comedy?
	At a Maha event.
	Earlier in the day, at this Maha event I attended in DC, JD Vance had spoken.
	Bobby Kennedy, Secretary Kennedy to us, had spoken.
	Dana White was there.
	Gary Brecker was there.
	I took to the stage in frankly, I would call it a hostile, frosty room with poor dynamics and bad thing shui.
	But you watch old Russ.
	Old Russ rediscovered his glory.
	There are some good jokes in this.
	As a special treat with you, I wanted to share this stand-up performance.
	It's like a half-hour special.
	Now, if you can't hear people laughing, that's not because there's a problem with the audio.
	That's because those selfish, tight, dismal...
	I don't use the word motherfuckers very often, but I'm going to use it now.
	These fucking motherfuckers weren't laughing enough.
	Actually, look, who cares, man?
	It's really funny.
	Like, I want you to know that there were people there from Walmart, Neuralink.
	They were like proper like corporate partners.
	And I was laying in there, man.
	And it ain't easy to do stand-up comedy into a room full of silent, frosty, Arctic rejection.
	But I've had a lot of practice and you can see that here.
	Please enjoy.
	With our good wishes, this Black Friday, this piece of stand-up.
	Check it out.
	Let me know what you think in the comments and chat.
	And now, a perspective to challenge, sharpen, and entertain.
	Please welcome Russell Brand, comedian, actor, and commentator.
	All right, so this is this part of the day.
	Oh, gosh, what a joy.
	Where were so they struck all of the chairs for Dana and Gary and everyone.
	This is what an extraordinary paddock.
	This is the first time I've seen the room.
	I didn't realize it was so strongly thresholded.
	Are you having a lovely time?
	Now, what I've been informed of in the short while I've been here is that there's a sort of a mixed crowd and this is an opportunity to bring about a little bit of cohesion that could be somewhat challenging under the circumstances.
	I, for one, am grateful for being here.
	I've seen some of the speeches today.
	They've been fantastic.
	JD Vance, fantastic.
	Secretary Kennedy's speech was amazing.
	Can't wait to see it on the BBC.
	I bet it'll be even better.
	I bet they'll make editorial choices that Bobby Kennedy wouldn't have dreamed of making for himself.
	Oh, ultimately, you need to trust health into the hands of pharmaceutical industry.
	Red Die 49 is good for you.
	The BBC, as you now know for sure, are hopelessly and desperately corrupt.
	It's my job today to make sure that they don't need to edit my speech.
	I want them to take it absolutely raw because the truth is too perfect a thing to mess with.
	Now listen, I wanted to know before this begins that I've not been paid for it, okay?
	So if you're evaluating it or looking for quality control, just remember I'm not being paid.
	This is entirely experimental, okay?
	I'm just trying this out on you, and it's not been tested anywhere else, all right?
	So this is just a trial period.
	I'm trying it out.
	It's not been tried in any laboratory conditions.
	Hopefully it'll be okay.
	Maybe it'll be right.
	There might be a few adverse events down the line, five years, six years, maybe a few of you will get myocarditis.
	Who's to say?
	It's very difficult to know.
	This is an interesting time for your fantastic nation, an interesting time to evaluate what authority means to you, where authority comes from.
	Me, I'm not from your country.
	Obviously, you recognize the accent, but you will remember, well, Jamestown and Plymouth Rock and the name of the language and the tobacco and many of our endowments to you.
	What I want to say is that the authority I follow is the authority of Jesus Christ, not of any political party.
	So I don't have any allegiance.
	I believe in your country a great deal.
	I think you are beautiful people, just incredible.
	And I know there is some kind of psychic scar in the United States of America at the moment that's being healed.
	And there's no question that a country that has food that ultimately acts as an addictive poison by design and a pharmaceutical industry that can't seem to resolve or regulate in a manner that is beyond profitable, financially, profitable biologically.
	I know this is a time of radical transition.
	And it's nice to know that all of us have access to supreme authority at any time and that your nation, supreme and insuperable, will prosper and triumph in spite of the difficulties you're evidently currently encountering.
	Me, I've always been a little bit adverse to authority.
	And in a way, that's been kind of beneficial because I guess I never took any of those vaccines.
	I think the reason was because people were telling me to.
	If the government had really wanted me to take those vaccines, and probably a lot of you too, I sent some freedom fighters in here and some free thinkers.
	If they really wanted us to take that vaccine, all I'd have had to have done in my case is just hidden it anywhere in my house and told me that if I found it, I was under no circumstances at all to take it.
	Don't touch that.
	If you find that's a ring, don't you take that?
	Man, I'd be nine booster shots in by now.
	You try stopping me taking that thing.
	You don't control me.
	I suppose hidden even in the language are the ideas that there's a sickness.
	There are clues and codes all around us.
	Even the casual and easy phrase, junk food, is an indication that maybe things have gone awry, that that's an easy idiom for us to say.
	Junk and food don't belong in the same place.
	You don't put junk where you put food.
	Those words do not belong together.
	The fact that it's become an idiom is an indication that the culture needs a deeper remedy.
	You don't have junk food in the same way you don't have paedophile kindergarten or Hitler Synagogue or Epstein Island.
	Oh no, no, you do have that one.
	You do have that one.
	I think everyone that went to Epstein Island should be made to go back there for a kind of battle royale, fight to the death scenario.
	Maybe start with fight to the death.
	If that don't work out, let them fuck each other to death out there.
	Sometimes wonder would Bill Gates survive in nature?
	You know, if you just let Bill Gates loose in the wild, come on, Bill, get out of there.
	Try your best.
	You seem to know a lot about everything.
	Oh man, it's actually quite nerve-wracking out here.
	We need more vaccines.
	Oh, we need to patent these seeds.
	Indian agriculture is out of control.
	African agriculture is out of control.
	God save us from the good intentions of these men that think they can save the world.
	Anthony Fauci, I am the science.
	Oh, wow, man.
	Thanks for that.
	Because the last time I heard anyone declare I am, they were on top of Mount Sinai and talking to Moses.
	I am the science.
	Well, you am in a lot of fucking trouble then, mate.
	Because you are not telling the truth a lot of that time.
	I've got to tell you, are some of the great heroes of the regime changing the room right now?
	Is Jay Battachari still here?
	My God.
	Marty McCari, is he still here?
	Jim O'Neill.
	Are they in this room?
	Because my God, what heartens me most of all is I have the great privilege of knowing some of these people.
	I know Secretary Kennedy.
	I know him.
	I know Jim O'Neill.
	I know Jay Battachari.
	I know him.
	Well, I love him.
	I love Marty McCari.
	And man, the people they've replaced.
	I'm not casting aspersions, by the way, and in no position to judge anyone, but if you think of like, let's just go for a few former FDA, CDC, and NIH leaders.
	Scott Gottlieb, guess where he works now?
	Pfizer, yes.
	Julie Gerbending, guess where she works now?
	Merck, good.
	This is good.
	Some of these people are well informed.
	Maybe you should be running the country.
	Patricia Cavazzone, formerly of the FDA now.
	She's working her way up to McDonald's.
	But before she's got the happy meal, she's dish you in the happy shots of Pfizer.
	But I ain't seeing too many happy smiling faces these days.
	Not with sudden death syndrome.
	Not with no clinical trials double-blind and randomized.
	Not with vaccines being tested against other vaccines that were not double-blind, randomized.
	Not with a culture that uses addiction as a modality of marketing.
	And whilst this might be a glorious opportunity for the giants, the titans of your incredible nation, the new Carnegies and the new Rockefellers, the new industrial giants to ensure the organs of this magnificent land remain healthy, that won't happen without conscious, open discourse and plain dialectic.
	And when you have in your language junk food, and when you have in your leaders, in your regulatory bodies, notions like I am the science, man, I don't know anyone that could make it.
	Maybe Prince.
	I'm talking about Prince the artist, formerly known as Prince, not Prince Andrew, the Prince, formerly known as Prince Andrew.
	I'm talking about Prince.
	If anyone could say I am, maybe Prince could say, I am fuck.
	God rest his soul.
	That living embodiment of erotica.
	But Anthony Fauci is I am science.
	What about when it was, is it okay to find Anthony Fauci sexy?
	Do you remember that moment when the propaganda really, really started to lean in?
	Like when you had Stephen Colbert with dancing syringes.
	I'm talking about that era.
	I'm talking about the era where it was like, if you don't take these vaccines, you're killing your grandmother.
	That era.
	The shame time.
	The pandemic of the unvaccinated.
	That's the era that interests me.
	And the way the media went out to bat for that, your CNNs and your New York Times and your deep investigations are under that.
	Guess what these investigations discovered?
	Safe and effective.
	Safe and effective.
	Don't be cynical.
	Don't be skeptical.
	Take the shot.
	Take the pill.
	Shut your mouth.
	Do as you're told.
	This is the United States of America.
	Thank the Lord that the idiosyncrasy and anomaly of Donald Trump occurred.
	Thank God for men like Secretary Kennedy, bold enough, brave enough to put it on the line and die if necessary for what he believes in and what all of us ought collectively believe in.
	He's got founder father vibes, man.
	When you find someone like that, you back him.
	Even, even if he has got some crazy hobbies, he's not doing himself any favours when they go, he's got a bear on his car.
	He's got a whale in his garden.
	He's got a worm in his brain.
	What's going on with him?
	What are those hobbies?
	But thank God for him.
	Thank God for his glory.
	Yeah, man, that's a weird listening.
	Scott Gottlieb, used to be FDA.
	Julie Gerberding, CDC now Merck.
	Patricia Cavazzoni, FDA, was FDA now Pfizer.
	That's not a revolving door.
	That's a hydro collider.
	Ain't it?
	You could take them to CERN.
	You could whiz them round and collapse waves and particles straight out of the FDA.
	And I'll tell you this: you won't be getting Marty McCari cropping up at Merck or Purdue.
	You won't be getting it.
	I declare it now.
	You won't be getting Jay Batacharia turning up a Moderna.
	You won't be getting it.
	Too much power concentrated in too few hands.
	You know the problem.
	You know your constitution.
	You know your Bill of Rights.
	You know your founding fathers.
	You know the struggles of this land.
	And you know it's an ongoing struggle.
	And if it's ever to become cohesive again, not the endless fascias, friction, fractures and fissures of cultural warfare, senseless, needless, pointless, hollow, empty cultural warfare, the Maha movement is the thing you can back because it's the cohesive cartilage between MAGA nationalism and the masculine intensity that plainly scares a lot of people.
	And whatever the Democrat Party has become, this limp, hopeless, could have had Tulsi Gabbard and Robert Kennedy, but would prefer to trot out a cadaver and Kamala Harris, A woman who's, listen, you know, people might accuse me of making word salads, but at least there's nutrition in it.
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	You lot that are in God.
	I know some of you in government, some of you in industry, some of you in corporations and commerce.
	The reason I mentioned Christ Jesus at the beginning of this is because I don't care anymore.
	I don't care anymore.
	You're all worthy of love.
	You're all children of God.
	You're all broken.
	All of you are harboring pain and secrets.
	All of you wake up at 3 a.m. full of doubt and uncertainty.
	All of you put on a face to meet the world and know that you're not what you're pretending to be.
	That's called being human.
	This is the time to end the senseless, needless, pointless discourse of argument and conflict and to remember why you do what you do.
	Did you do it because you want to serve America?
	Do you want to do it because you want to accrue and accumulate endless profit?
	Do you do it because you care some if kids are suddenly autistic at record levels?
	Do you care some that a country has lost its connection to its people to such a degree that its institutional, institutional, commercial, and corporate modalities require sickness as a way of life?
	I am comforted as a visitor in your great country because I know some of these people.
	I know Dr. Roz.
	And although he ain't perfect, although his hair is perfect and his wife's perfect and his kids are all perfect, he ain't perfect.
	He's a human being as well.
	But I remember when my son was born with tetralogy of fallow and de George syndrome, excuse me, and we were offered late-term abortion.
	I remember his integrity.
	I remember how he ensured that we met the correct heart surgeon to conduct surgery on my 12-week-old son.
	I remember his integrity and his honor and his grace and his gratitude.
	And all of us know it.
	It doesn't come from us.
	All of us know how broken and weak we are.
	And all of us know glory and where it comes from when we see it in others.
	We recognize love.
	We understand love in the same way as we understand duplicity and deception.
	I hope you can see my brokenness.
	I hope you can see how pathetic I am.
	I hope you can see how lost I am in this world, but how hopeful I am, primarily because your still yet young country may learn the fundamental lessons that are being presented.
	The technology itself is whispering to you incessantly.
	De-centralization.
	De-centralization.
	Localize.
	Localize authority.
	Localize sovereignty to the individual.
	Democracy to the community.
	Ensure that people eat healthy, locally grown or reared food.
	I mean, I say reared now because I'm not vegan anyway.
	Thanks, yeah.
	I'll take it, baby.
	I'll take it.
	Anything to get a little boost in this fucking room, man.
	Take a little booster shot.
	What are you all afraid of?
	You're America.
	You're America.
	Even if you're Walmart, you're America.
	Even if you're Google, you're America.
	Even if you're Neuralink, you're America.
	Let's do it with a fucking open heart the way my 12-year-old boy did it with an open 12-week old boy did it with an open heart.
	I'm a different man now.
	You know, once you've handed a baby over to anesthetists, once you've seen your wife's breast milk bloom because they can't feed a child before surgery, you're in a different world now.
	I know there'll be a lot of people in this room that have lost children, people almost watching this online that have lost children, that are nursing sick kids, that are confused about why a medical industry would have any interest other than the well-being and welfare of children.
	What else could there be?
	Not profit.
	It couldn't be that, could it?
	It couldn't be that.
	We couldn't have yielded so much to what we call reason that we've forgotten the divine, could we?
	We can't have forgotten what St. Francis said: sanctify yourself and sanctify society.
	We've not lost our way, have we?
	You beautiful, glorious, entrepreneurial, brilliant, and innovative Americans.
	You're connected, aren't you?
	You're not going to get lost in the politics of personality, are you?
	Baffled and bemused by people's skin tones and haircuts, whether those are Afro-Caribbean or heavily sprayed, whether the skin tones are coffee brown or orange tangerine.
	You can see beyond that, right?
	You're smart, aren't you?
	We can still look to you, can't we, the rest of the world?
	We're not watching a creaking, dying break in America, are we?
	We're still watching the great nation of innovation, of your entrepreneurial railroads, of your ingenuity, of your greatness, of your holy grace of one nation under God.
	That's still happening, isn't it?
	This still is the age of miracles.
	Behold, I hope so.
	Amen.
	Amen.
	Let me just check the old fist of taboo.
	Oh, this is some good stuff on here.
	Okay, let's just have a little reminder of the lockdown era.
	Firstly, the lockdown could have been a time of transition, transformation, and great change.
	It was an opportunity for metamorphosis.
	Surely, we all went down into the pit, we all went into the cave, and that's what happens when we go into the cave, when we go into the cocoon, we emerge renewed.
	That's when the metamorphosis takes place.
	That's what's supposed to happen.
	You may recall, like I do, the early days of the pandemic where there was a peculiar optimism and a sense of unity.
	Do you remember it?
	Where people were kind of upbeat, where nature herself appeared to adorn and due glory upon those that voluntarily, because of the sanctity of life, never forget, were willing to lock themselves in their homes.
	Remember that?
	Remember, like, did I dream this, or did like deer start turning up in like high streets and like squirrels in like vests start working in Kmart?
	Did that happen, or did I dream that?
	Was there not a glorious era where nature herself came alive like a Walt Disney or Vedic depiction of living nature consciousness streaming through all things?
	No, did I dream it?
	Wasn't it kind of beautiful when one by one we learned the arbitrary nature of each of their measures?
	Six feet.
	Yeah, we just came up with it.
	Masked, ah, they might work, they might not.
	Vaccines, careful of your heart.
	You remember that little incremental learning spree?
	My country was no better.
	Them lunatics, they were having parties in there.
	We've got zero political parties in my country.
	None.
	The parties themselves have parties during lockdown, but we don't have any political leadership.
	They're coming up with crazy schemes, digital ID, amazing carbon scoring, all to help you, of course, right?
	But you know, control and protection are on a spectrum, right?
	Any parent knows that, man.
	It's pretty difficult to be a parent, actually, if your default position is anti-authoritarian and that's mine.
	I taught my daughters: you don't trust authority, never trust authority, always question the motives of authority.
	So, in my house, there's a lot of scenes like this.
	All right, you look go to bed.
	Fuck you.
	Well done.
	Some of you are in government now.
	What are the great transformations and great transitions?
	Was it different when you were campaigning?
	Was it different when you were dreaming?
	Before they handed you the keys, before they handed you the authority, because I know what it is to be transformed.
	I've been transformed by Christ.
	Before that, I would have assumed the greatest transformation might be the difference between speculatively governing through theory and actually governing and having your hands on the levers of power and making decisions that affect the lives of, well, in the case of America, the whole world, but certainly your whole population.
	But the great transformation, man, of who I thought I would be as a parent before I had kids to the parent I am now that those little fuckers have shown up because before I had kids, I was like, nah, my children.
	I'm going to raise them different.
	There'll be no screens, I tell you that.
	No sugars, no chocolate, chocolate and sugar, the crack and smack of babyland.
	Oh no.
	No red die 49, not for my kids.
	I'm not going to entertain them with screens and just park them there, dumb and drooling.
	No, I'll entertain my children with folk tales from around the world.
	Ensuring that all the indigenous people are honoured.
	Every last one of them.
	And they'll eat carrots.
	Now I'm like, give that fucking thing an iPad and some Skittles, will you?
	Shut it up.
	Get it out of my sight.
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	Get on over here, you dirty, dirty bastards.
	It's a big transformation.
	Them kids, man, they're tough.
	They're tough, you know.
	And I hope they can receive the message.
	I hope they can receive the message that you need to receive.
	Well, you don't need to receive it.
	You're the generators of it.
	There are activists and brilliant people here and dedicated people here and people that have suffered a great deal and worked and toiled their entire lives.
	People, captains of industry, brilliant scientists, people of morality and faith.
	And ultimately, as a Christian and an optimist, even before that, I really fundamentally believe in all of your beauty.
	And I thankfully, because I know some of them, believe in the beauty of the people in this administration, particularly when it comes to the Maha movement.
	I know him, man.
	I know Jay Batachari.
	I know Marty Makari.
	I know them dudes.
	They're all right.
	They're good people.
	Jim O'Neill, I love that guy.
	I won't forget that old Jim Neil, although he's lost a lot of weight lately.
	Great big, tall drink of water.
	Jim O'Neill, I remember he said that when organic food was taken off, and let's face it, we all know we should basically be eating organic food.
	We know that many of the motives for food not being organic are profit-driven motives.
	We know that, we're aware of that.
	We're grown-ups.
	We can discuss that, can't we?
	We can discuss that vaccines having indemnity means that there's a bias towards creating that product.
	We're not idiots.
	We can take it, can't we?
	We don't need to live in a dream, do we?
	We don't need to stare at a screen like sort of fools, mad mongols, do we?
	No, we can take the truth, can't we?
	We can handle that.
	Yeah, good, I thought so.
	I thought we could.
	I thought we could.
	Jim O'Neill said that when it was proven that organic food was better for you because it's not got carcinogenic pesticides on it, one might assume, that a Stanford test was run in order to ensure that the market around non-organic fruit and vegetables didn't collapse.
	And he said that in order to ensure that the results were favorable, they tested organic apples versus non-organic apples for vitamin C.
	And vitamin C is the same in organic apples and non-organic apples.
	What might not be the same are many other nutritional components.
	So when you are the science, when you am the science, when you trust in this new orthodoxy and forget the orthopraxy, when you forget that reason is a wonderful tool when wedded to divinity and the sublime and the position of surrender, that all of us ought be in before God, but not before one another.
	All of us are on our knees, shoulder to shoulder, covered by the covenant of the holy blood of Christ Jesus.
	None of us are better than one another.
	Not the president, not the vice president, not anybody in this administration, not anybody in this room, not the billionaires or the genii.
	Yeah, that's the plural of genius.
	No one is.
	Under God, one nation under God, free under God, free under your great constitution.
	And what a magnificent document it was, inspired by the Magna Car.
	I can't remember who came up with that.
	Oh, yeah, it was the English, like the language and everything.
	We basically, it's our country we should be in charge.
	Who trained George Washington anyway?
	It was the British.
	Now, do you remember the beginning of the lockdown period, that giddy optimism?
	I'm just going to give you a quick reminder of what it was like at the very top of the pandemic era.
	Because you might have forgotten because people have got short memories, it seems.
	A kind of cultural amnesia can be induced somehow.
	January 2020, patients in Wuhan are infected with a new form of coronavirus.
	Do you remember that bit?
	I remember that bit.
	I remember thinking, who gives a fuck?
	Wuhan?
	Never even heard of it.
	I don't even know of a thing in China called 10 when it's in Beijing or something.
	Then I'll care.
	But then do you remember all the hazmat suits and the people in the streets and the spraying stuff down?
	Remember that bit?
	And then do you remember the early indicator of propaganda and peculiar xenophobia, given the flavor of the preferred ideology of many of the propagators of deception in the media spaces?
	You know where that pandemic emerged from, don't you?
	The wet market.
	It's interesting that the adjective and prefix wet can do such heavy work in front of the word market.
	Because the word market, pretty innocuous.
	You're Americans, you love a market.
	I'm English, I love a market.
	Your markets, you probably think of the stock market.
	We think of it like a, for us, a market is like, Oi, oi, cabinet, fruit and veg, you know.
	You know, it's a small country, man.
	It's a miracle we made here.
	But the word market, it's got a lot of positive implications.
	But you put the word wet in front of market.
	It's like, well, fucking hell, what's going on there?
	A wet market?
	What are you doing in the wet market?
	Oh, God knows they're different from us over there.
	Over in China, they're unusual.
	You get, what do you have?
	Dominoes, dear, Burger King, all good stuff.
	Don't look at the ingredients, don't look at a box, don't think about it.
	Dominoes, Burger King, McDonald's, good stuff.
	You get it from Patrizia Fuzzioni when she leaves Pfizer and climbs up that ladder a little further.
	Can't remember the name didn't mean to be generally racist against people with Italian-sounding surnames, you know, but can't do everything.
	I'm broken.
	Yeah, wet markets.
	Oh, no, no, the Chinese, they're different from us, they're disgusting.
	They'll go down wet markets.
	You know, they're eating pangolins.
	They're in them disgusting fish with their eyes on top of their head.
	Them fish that look a bit like Bill Maher.
	They're eating them.
	That's what they eat, dirty bastards.
	And bat soup.
	Bat soup, those filthy Chinese.
	Bat soup.
	You know, while you're settling down for your Doritos and your Cheerios, them fuckers, they're having bat soup.
	That's going to cause coronavirus, isn't it?
	Eating bats all covered in cum.
	Dirty, slobbing bats, filthy bastards all drinkling down their necks.
	Ah, no wonder that's what's caused it.
	Case clothes came from the wet market.
	Good night.
	Oh, excuse me.
	Yeah?
	Well, just what that.
	What's that?
	Well, just a mile away.
	What?
	From the wet market, a mile away there.
	What?
	Well, just the Wuhan Institute of Virology.
	I just wonder if that could be in any way connected to the emergence of this bat coronavirus.
	No, wet market.
	Well, it's just that they're doing gain of function research, which means they're making bat coronaviruses more infectious.
	Oh, you sicko.
	You sicko.
	Listen, let me take you through a mental journey of a wet market.
	It is disgusting.
	It is sopping wet.
	There is foam.
	There are Chinese people.
	Maoists.
	Eating bats all covered in cum.
	That's where it's come from.
	Oh, and it's just this weird that all of the data got deleted and the DARPA have been making those donations and that we can demonstrate at a molecular level the signature of human intervention.
	Listen!
	How much sperm on a fucking bat do you need before you start to follow the science?
	That was January.
	Hey, you know about Reborn.
	Do you want a Jeep?
	Every dollar you spend on these glorious products, there's methylene blue, there's colostrum, there's creatine, gets you an entry to win this Jeep 392.
	Why, look at that thing.
	Look at the sweet freedom.
	Look at me grinning from ear to ear.
	What are you going through life on a roller skate, struggling along on a Zimmer frame?
	You could be on a Jeep 392.
	What better way to celebrate this particular holiday season than by entering this drawer?
	Every dollar you spend gets you 25 entries to this drawer.
	And you'll be supporting me in my campaign against global injustice.
	February, supermarkets across the UK closed down.
	Do you remember that?
	Do you remember thinking, what?
	Supermarkets, churches, football games, all shut down.
	Do you remember the first time you saw people lining up outside of a grocery store on little sticker circles?
	Do you remember that feeling?
	I'm not fucking doing that, but I did it.
	I stood like an obedient little prisoner of the state on my little circle.
	Just stood there waiting for my turn to shuffle up.
	Like twister for wankers.
	Jerks.
	Jerks.
	Douchebags.
	Jerks, douchebags.
	Jerk douchebags.
	Jerk douche jerkers.
	And what was the point in going to a supermarket?
	Because in spite of the economic miracle of late free market capitalism, you couldn't get a product, could you?
	Couldn't get flour.
	Does that happen in your country?
	We could get flour.
	I'm fucking mental.
	What was it in your country?
	Toilet roll?
	What psychic scar is revealed by that?
	Why is that?
	Why did the mind immediately go to?
	That's the last thing.
	If civilization is going to collapse, if there's a solar flare and the internet shuts down and Bitcoin isn't styred by the CIA, we're going to be in a lot of fucking trouble.
	The last thing you want to worry about is your asshole.
	It's the least of your concerns.
	Well, society's collapsed.
	The Chinese have won.
	We've disgraced and dishonored all of our alpha malverans in the South.
	So they don't want to fucking fight no more.
	We've not given them proper welfare.
	We've turned people against one another.
	We've made people think they've got more against one another than they have in common.
	We've forgotten God's glory and replaced it with dumb reason.
	But have you seen this little guy?
	It's like a little pink lifesaver.
	It's immaculate.
	Look at that thing.
	You could eat your dinner off that thing.
	Practically probably healthier than some of the things that it turns out have made its way into our food supply.
	Now, listen, I love you very much.
	And I want you to succeed.
	And I know you will.
	And I want this movement to succeed.
	I believe in Secretary Kennedy.
	I believe in Jim O'Neill and Callie Means, although he doesn't work for the organization, I don't know, for this department no more, as I understand.
	I love Aaron Siri.
	A lot of brave people that I've been around and seen, decent people.
	Me, where I come from, I know, because I'm English, you might not know that my accent indicates a social class that would be surprising when coupled with my vocabulary.
	But you won't care about that.
	You've got a different kind of class war to deal with.
	I'll deal with my class war when I get back home.
	I'll deal with that shit by the God's grace in his time.
	But for now, what I can tell you is when I thought about politicians when I'm a kid, I know they're corrupt.
	We know they're corrupt.
	We all know.
	We're not idiots.
	Everyone knows what Keir Starmer is.
	We're not fools.
	We've got eyes.
	Everyone knows what they are.
	Tony Blair, David Cameron.
	We know that there is expedience.
	We know what their philanthropic societies do.
	We know what the Bill and Melinda Gates.
	Oh, just Melinda don't want to be involved anymore now, huh?
	Too many earmiles.
	Too many earmiles, was it?
	Melinda don't want to be in the Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation.
	We know what the Clintons are.
	We know.
	Everybody knows.
	We know that the categories of misinformation, malinformation, and disinformation have not been created to protect American people or British people, but to control data.
	We know that the media's integrity has collapsed because of deception, hypocrisy, and ineptitude.
	That's what happened.
	That's what happens in a free marketplace.
	We know that decentralized communication technology has led to independent media, and independent media has led to authenticity.
	And now you're going to have to just deal with it.
	Perhaps by smearing independent media creators.
	Maybe that's one thing that could possibly work.
	Possibly by creating new categories, malinformation, disinformation, and saying, as Obama did at Stanford University, even if people are clever enough to discern whether the information is true or not, they still could be deceived.
	They've lost control of the information.
	They've lost control of currency.
	They've lost control of American hearts.
	And if they don't change fast, they're going to lose control altogether.
	You have to honor the technology.
	You have to allow the sublime and the divine back into the conversation.
	And above all else, I know this: that the people in this organization, whether it's Secretary Kennedy or Dr. Oz or Lisa Oz or Tony Lyons or Jim O'Neill or Mai Macari or Jay Batachari or Callie Means or Casey Means, are people of integrity.
	That I tell you, by God, we will not in five years be reading, oh, guess who's a fighter?
	It's Bobby Kennedy.
	Okay, you're not going to have Jay Batacharia at Merck.
	You're not going to.
	I don't know if anyone's going to be at Purdue.
	I mean, so much fentanyl flying around, there'd probably be no one left if they have their way.
	What I'm saying is, when I was a kid, I just assumed that no one in politics had any integrity.
	And let me tell you, everybody from my class feels the same way.
	We don't trust them.
	And people are getting ready.
	Believe me, you know it.
	I know it.
	One day, the people at Black Lives Matter and the people at January 6th will realize they're fighting the same enemy.
	And you better be fucking ready for that day.
	But I know that Dr. Mehmet Oz is a beautiful man who took time to counsel my wife as she struggled and suffered and fretted about giving birth to a son that might be born dead.
	He was there, he was present, and he was fantastic.
	I know that Mai Makari risked his career.
	Jay Batacharia risked his career.
	And Secretary Kennedy, I pray the blood of Christ over that man's safety.
	All right, you filthy, beautiful bastards.
	I've been asked by Tony Lyons, the great incomparable Tony Lyons, to welcome back to the stage many people, it seems, ultimately to send to create a sense of cohesion and unity and hopefully in the Waldorf Austoria DC, a sense of joy and unity and hope.
	For though we will all one day die, let us die in glory.
	For Abraham must have known that Isaac was going to die one day anyway, for he put Yahweh first.
	Our Lord and Savior was willing to suffer because he knew there was a higher kingdom for he created it.
	And all the saints know that nature leads the supernature.
	And may this be a blessed country, a blessed nation, and a blessed movement.
	Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome back to the stage this rogues gallery, this group of autistic pioneers.
	Callie Means, former White House SGE and health policy advocate, Vani Hari, Kyle Warner, James Lyons Weller, Sue Paradise, gotta love that name.
	John Clark, Dick Russell, Joe Lepardo, yeah, Joe Lapido, the Surgeon General of Florida, Florida Man, Steve Slepovich, Joe Polish or Polish, Meryl Nass, Sherry Tenpenny, Saya G, Lee Marinoff, Mary Holland, the great Mary Holland, Giorgio Ziola, hey Giorgio, get your ASL be a motherfucker, Jeff Hayes, Liana Werner Gray, Zen Honeycutt, Kelly Ryerson, Judy Mikovich.
	Oh wow, she's here amazing.
	My God, these are some really edgy people.
	Aiden Kennedy, Bobby Kennedy III, and the great Gary Brecker.
	Ladies and gentlemen, a round of applause for these brave, glorious.
	Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the uncancellable healthy again.
	Beautiful very beautiful light up Hey, do you watch Russell Brand unpack that That's where we pre-tape and organize brilliantly lovely content like this.
	The race to create a bioengineered human being, a child.
	Oh, that's wonderful.
	Are you sick of your baby?
	The answer is yes.
	Would you like a genetically engineered one?
	The answer is yes.
	Are you glad that people are already genetically engineering babies?
	The answer is yes.
	As Silicon Valley pushes into the most intimate realms of human existence, reshaping how we are born and how we grieve, what happens to a civilization that allows its technology to redefine life and death themselves?
	Well, it collapses is the simple answer, but let's get into that now.
	While the race for AI captures all of the headlines, there's another one quietly brewing between Silicon Valley executives.
	The race to create a bioengineered human being, a child.
	The Wall Street Journal has some extraordinary reporting out that a small company backed by none other than OpenAI chief Sam Altman has spent months pursuing a secret project for a genetically engineered baby.
	They're working toward creating a child born from an embryo edited to prevent a hereditary disease.
	Editing genes in embryos in order to create babies is banned in the United States of America.
	So the company called Preventive.
	Same as when gain of function research got banned in America.
	They're just going to outsource genetically engineering babies to a territory or terrain that's outside of US jurisdiction, but ultimately within US dominion.
	Has been searching for places to experiment where embryo editing is allowed, including the United Arab Emirates.
	Sam Altman's family office and Coinbase co-founder Brian Armstrong are backing this company, Preventive.
	How about genetically engineering people's sexuality or their identity or their race?
	You can see that human morality, human reason, divorced from divine surrender or submission to the divine could head in literally any direction.
	Hitler would justify going in one direction and Bill Gates in another.
	The best thing is to surrender to God and accept divine principles, which are, by and large, written down.
	which, as you mentioned, is conducting preclinical research to attempt to create a baby from a genetically engineered embryo to prevent a hereditary disease.
	Look, I sense the demonic in all this.
	Do you?
	Behind the scenes, the company has told people that a couple had already been identified who was interested in participating in the research.
	Imagine the amount of controversy caused by the pun around the word genes when Sidney Sweeney was advertising them eagle jeans.
	It's in your genes.
	Do you think it's a bit racist, hmm, you know, for a white person to use a pun about genes?
	Well, look, puns, we can have a discussion about puns around genes.
	It's probably not a good idea.
	It's bad.
	But here, there are actual stories about the inconceivably wealthy conducting gene experimentation and to what end?
	They always dress it up, like, you know, all of these things, Neuralink.
	It's there to help, but, you know, they'll always, the outlier ideology will always be, it's there to help you.
	Like the pandemic.
	We're just locking you in your house to help people.
	We're just genetically modified babies to repeat after me, help people.
	But we've seen where this stuff ends up.
	In the same week that Silicon Valley elites, including open AI chief Sam Altman and his husband, were revealed to be bankrolling preventative, a company whose goal is nothing less than genetically engineering babies, former Disney actor Callum Worthy unveiled Two-Way, an AI app that lets users speak with digital recreations of their deceased loved ones for a monthly fee.
	So on one hand, we're genetically engineering babies.
	And on the other hand, we're resurrecting the ghosts of our loved ones.
	Now, have you read Mary Shelley's Frankenstein?
	No?
	Okay.
	How about the Bible?
	No, not the Bible either.
	Okay, right.
	We're in serious, serious trouble.
	He's getting bigger.
	Here is that two-way technology.
	Why would you not want your grandma around forever?
	You know, and if you're going to start creating grandmas, why not have one with like massive tits?
	I mean, where'd you draw the line?
	See?
	Oh, honey, that's wonderful.
	Kicking like crazy.
	He's listening.
	Put your hand on your tummy and hum to him.
	You're used to a lot of that.
	What I despise about it is the sort of sort of sentimental excellence of the construction.
	It's a good advert.
	Who among us don't miss our dead relatives?
	Who among us don't hanker after our ancestors?
	Ancestor worship is found in every single culture worthy of the name.
	Reverence for those that went before you.
	The golden generation, the great generation, and all of our individual sentimental, deep loving attachments to those that we've lost being rebooted and metastasized here ultimately to sell a product that is gonna be dubious.
	The very same tech will be used to create ghouling pornography, obviously.
	And also that kind of stimulation of false states, states that could be attained through the surrender of the ego, the surrender of the self, not its further augmentation and an unwillingness to yield what is plainly God's domain.
	Render unto Caesar what is Caesar's, money, bullshit, and everything else is God's.
	This is God's domain.
	Feels like he's dancing in there.
	Oh, what?
	Mom, would you tell Charlie that bedtime story you always used to tell me?
	Once upon a time, there was a baby unicorn who didn't know he knew how to fly.
	This baby unicorn was like your mom because she didn't know that she knew how to fly, but she knew how to do all kinds of fabulous things.
	Often technology is met with cynicism and suspicion.
	Indeed, Ned Ludd and his glorious Luddite movement, smashing up the spinning jennies, is still a byword, Luddites and Ludditeism, for opposing technology that will advance our lives.
	And when we look back to the native people of these lands that thought that having their photograph taken would steal their souls, we look at it almost with a roll of the eyes.
	But now, in the Instagram deluge, in the blizzard of online information, what is it that's stealing your soul?
	Where is your soul now?
	Is it trapped in two dimensions somewhere?
	Are you staring mirror, mirror, on the wall, asking continually for appraisal and affirmation from dead, pixelated ghosts, comforting yourself with the words of a dead and unloving grandmother, waiting for the birth of a genetically engineered baby, hopefully a sexy one that you can send to Epstein Island?
	Hi, grandma.
	Hey, Charlie.
	How was school today?
	It was really fun.
	I'm in this crazy shot in basketball.
	I don't really care that much about basketball.
	It's good that it's making her at least somewhat recalcitrant in the endless slew of morkishness that's on display here.
	But my nan, my most beloved grandma, she was a bit racist sometimes, and we had to deal with it.
	Maybe this grandma will be a little bit racist.
	What about the crush?
	Stop, grandma, stop, dog.
	Just tell me one thing.
	Look, who's going to be a great grandmother?
	Oh, Charlie.
	The bounds of the real and the possible are being re-evaluated and engineered.
	We all know that there is something in matter that is of spirit.
	You know, it's a miracle that most of us can move our bodies at the behest of our mind and that all of our organs are functioning.
	There is something miraculous in us understanding and knowing morality, knowing what is right and wrong, knowing that we shouldn't lie or shouldn't hurt other people or exploit other people.
	It's almost like there is a code and a setting.
	We're moving now into encoding new realities, but for whose benefit and to what end?
	It's like the very essence of life is being reconfigured and reconsidered at the same time as there's so much moral disruption and so much lack of trust.
	For a moment, consider that these people are being resurrected.
	While most people are confused in one way or another about what Epstein Island represents, did Jeffrey Epstein even die?
	We're living in a 360 simulacrum.
	For me, it's interesting because I personally experienced having my past maneuvered around.
	For example, you know, like when in 2004, 2005, 2006, all that was being celebrated as a shaggy of the year.
	And then subsequently, just because of the way media moves and the way the Lord moves, I found myself as a person that was counter-cultural in my commentary rather than pro-cultural, even if I thought of myself as a real rebel when I'm sleeping around stuff.
	My past has been utilized and reformed.
	People have been invited to reconsider encounters with me in bathrooms as potentially nefarious.
	And reality is what they want control of.
	Remember how many times I've said, I don't know if you pay attention to this stuff.
	Agriculture, man-masters nature.
	Industrial Revolution, man-masters matter.
	Technological revolution, man-masters intelligence and attention, two components of consciousness.
	It's reality itself.
	There ain't much further you can go once you're genetically engineering babies and digitally resurrecting grandmas.
	Reality itself is now protein in your hands.
	You're not just erecting a cadaver comprised of bolted together parts like Frankenstein.
	You are creating an entire reality.
	There is no way that the intention behind it is good.
	And there is no way that the results of it can be good.
	Congratulations.
	She says that he's been kicking a lot though.
	Like a little too much.
	Tell her to put her hand on her tummy.
	Tell her to genetically engineer that baby so it doesn't have legs, just little nubblets.
	They can be like corn cobble eggs.
	Tell her there's no problem just to open up her belly and to nibble on its corn cobble eggs.
	Why not abort the baby and eat it?
	Why don't we just do what the fuck we like?
	We're gods now, Charlie.
	Don't think that you can keep me trapped in this sentimentality.
	I'm granted an imagination.
	I'll go where I want in here, do what I want in here.
	That's the only force we've got.
	That's the only domain that can protect us.
	Sense of humor is the connection between the holy and humility.
	And they want to deny you that.
	They want to deny you your sexuality outside of the conditions and terms offered here.
	They want control of what you can say and what you can't say.
	And now, even your grandmother's corpse is no longer sacred.
	They'll drag her out of that dry ground and, oh, come on, man, you're taking it too seriously.
	There's only this.
	Nothing's only anything, fuckers.
	And hummed him.
	You've loved that.
	You would have loved this moment.
	You can call anytime.
	Okay, Mom, I just need a quick video.
	Is this like an audition or something?
	No, mom.
	Just three minutes.
	You need my best side?
	Can I see another one?
	I can play the piano.
	I am.
	I'm absolutely.
	I'm your mother after all.
	Keep going.
	Bunny start by telling us a little bit about yourself.
	These two stories might appear separate, but together they signal a profound and accelerating shift.
	The tech industry is no longer content with reshaping our economies, our media, or our politics.
	It's now reaching for something far more intimate and far more dangerous.
	The power to manipulate the beginning and end of human life itself.
	And unlike past moral crises, this one is emerging quietly, disguised as compassion, convenience, and progress, which is the new masquerade that we're invited to engage in.
	Remember, power is protecting you.
	These tools are for your convenience.
	The dream of designing improved children may be marketed as a humanitarian breakthrough.
	And believe me, as a parent, I would like to improve my children.
	I love those guys.
	But history teaches us exactly where such dreams lead.
	A century ago, eugenics movements across the West claimed they were simply promoting healthier populations.
	That rhetoric paved the way for sterilization campaigns in the United States and Britain, and later for the monstrous Nazi vision of a biologically engineered master race.
	Right, let's have a look at what the Nazis were up to.
	They were a lovely bunch.
	It was an almost unbelievable project.
	I liked them.
	Mac Hitler, what a guy.
	Don't be so enthusiastic, mate.
	They aren't the Nazis.
	The most secret one of the Nazi regime, the Liebensborn programme, meaning spring or source of life, to give birth to children who were seen as perfect in the eyes of the Nazis.
	Tall, blonde, blue-eyed.
	The Hemsworths.
	Creating a master race, the dream of Adolf Hitler.
	But they're still Australia, aren't they?
	In 1935, Heinrich Himmler, the head of the SS, launched the program, setting up a network of nurseries.
	Well, science reported babies together.
	That's like when my Gerbel had babies.
	Germany, Austria, and France.
	Women who were pregnant by a member of the SS invited to go to the centers towards the end of their pregnancies to give birth.
	All had to pass pseudo-scientific tests to prove that they met the racial purity criteria defined by the regime.
	The Liebensborn project was brought to a halt with the liberation and the fall of the Third Reich.
	Stop putting in babies that claim they can't like that.
	It's not hygienic.
	But in 10 years, around 20,000 babies were born in the Nazi maternity hospitals.
	In March 1948, at the end of the eighth Nuremberg trial, the four leaders of the Liebensborn project were charged with crimes against humanity.
	We were just trying our hardest.
	It's just time to stop the spread.
	It's us time to help people.
	500 followers of science.
	They pleaded not guilty.
	They claimed that they ran a charitable organization that helped mothers in difficulty to give birth.
	That's so much like the Nazis, isn't it?
	We actually are running a charitable organization of terror smothers, but that kind of Nazi mindset that's in institutions of power everywhere.
	Just check it out.
	Check out these days.
	We're just trying to help people.
	That's what they'll say about that AI generation of your grandma.
	That's what they'll say about genetically engineered neuralink, all of it.
	We're here to help you.
	Digitalize the help, We're going to help you into total, total incarceration.
	They were convicted, but only for their membership of the SS.
	As for the children of Liebensborn, well, most of them only discovered their true origins much later.
	Jeffrey Epstein didn't discover them because they're going to be fucking gorgeous, these kids.
	They'll all can be working at Jeffrey Epstein's beach cabana.
	To the little towel slung about their waist, perfect little Nazi children.
	What begins with eliminating disease always threatens to end with eliminating difference.
	Preventative's promise to correct devastating genetic conditions echoes the same seductive language, soft, benevolent, and catastrophically naive.
	Once society accepts the premise that humans can be enhanced, we step onto a slope that has never led anywhere good.
	Now, this is obviously a story that personally impacts me.
	You may be aware that my son was born with a congenital condition, tetralogy of fallow, as well as de George syndrome.
	And we were offered late-term abortion.
	And probably in the future, parents of such a child will be offered the opportunity to genetically enhance or improve their child.
	But I can tell you, now that my son is here and well, that he is perfect.
	He is as God intends him to be.
	And it's precisely this problem that we have to confront.
	We are willing to sacrifice children to false idols, false gods.
	These days, these false idols and false gods are not found on poles or on altars.
	They are held within ourselves.
	As technology reaches the point where we might live in a fully augmented realm, we have to have a kind of moral veracity, a willingness to accept that every time we enter into God's domain, we are taking an incredible risk through disobedience.
	Man, I suppose on one level, you wouldn't even want to wear braces on your teeth or contact lenses or have hair transplants or take Botox or ploy teeth-whiting technology.
	Are we already in God's domain?
	I don't know.
	Certainly, it's possible for me to imagine a spiritual state where I would happily accept decline and deterioration as part of a sort of a thinning of my material self as I move closer to God.
	But as we enter this realm where life itself is considered to be the domain of human beings, as always offered to us in this kind of sanitized, Huxley-esque, technologically advanced perfection, we recognize that the diabolical now has a very different aesthetic.
	It's no longer red horns and goat legs.
	It's a kind of sanitary vision of a perfect, serene world.
	And we are all supping on the soma, which Huxley predicted would be a kind of cohesive plasma within which all of us remain serene, calm, hypnotized.
	Even the scientific landmarks we once treated as alarming now seem almost innocent in comparison.
	When Dolly the Sheep was cloned in the 1990s, the world panicked.
	Governments rushed to regulate genetic manipulation.
	Today, however, Silicon Valley's investors openly search for countries where they can create the first gene-edited baby, shielded from Western law.
	That which once shocked us is now a mere stepping stone.
	And in the shadow of that normalization lies Mary Shelley's Frankenstein, a timeless warning about the arrogance of those who believe they can control life itself.
	Dr. Frankenstein's sin was not creation, it was presumption.
	And like Shelley's doomed scientists, today's technologists charge forward convinced of their own brilliance, blind to the consequences that will inevitably follow.
	If preventative disrupts the beginning of life, Tu Way disrupts the end.
	Victorian spiritualists once held seances to contact the dead, practices that were criticized even then for exploiting grief and distorting reality.
	Today, the same impulse has returned, dressed in the sleek language of AI innovation.
	But where Victorian mediums sought emotional connection, Tuway offers a subscription-based simulation, a monetized imitation of the dead whose purpose is not healing but retention.
	Psychologists warn that such digital necromancy may prevent people from confronting the finality of loss, trapping them in an artificial afterlife generated by corporate servers.
	Even the app's critics have recognized its moral inversion, a parody of resurrection in which the dead speak on demand, powered not by memory or spirit, but by algorithms trained to mimic sentiment.
	Religious and philosophical traditions across cultures insist that mortality is not a glitch.
	Buddhists teach that clinging to what has passed only deepens suffering.
	And Christian reflections on death emphasize that grief has a sacred purpose.
	That resurrection, when it came, was not something that humans could manufacture.
	Both these traditions recognize an uncomfortable truth.
	Life derives meaning from its limits.
	To erase those limits is to erase something essential about the human condition.
	Yeah, that is precisely the boundary Silicone Valley now seeks to cross.
	Note how many times the state within which I would incorporate the upper echelons of Silicon Valley attempt to emulate holy godly power.
	Come to us as little children.
	We can sanctify you after death.
	We can suspend death.
	We can rid you of death.
	We can resurrect the dead.
	We can create.
	When we are like God, we are glorious.
	When we offend and insult God, we are diabolical.
	Counterfeits of God's grace is the literal sin of Satan.
	Satan's original sin, the sin that causes Lucifer to be cast out of heaven, is that he wants his own kingdom, his own circuitry.
	I can see it almost as a kind of digital board, a circuit board.
	I can see it as a Taiwanese semiconductor board.
	I can see it that way, that we're trying to create different realities.
	Maybe Lucifer fell to Silicon Valley.
	Maybe silicon is the prima materia of Satan's creation.
	In both gene editing and AI resurrections, the same ideology emerges.
	Human nature is a problem to be solved.
	Imperfection is a defect.
	Suffering is an inefficiency.
	Death is an outdated inconvenience.
	And at the center of this new worldview stands a wealthy elite convinced that because they can afford to transcend human boundaries, they should.
	Their tools are not merely innovative, they are transformative in ways society is not prepared to confront.
	When billionaires gain the power to design their children's traits and to digitally prolong the presence of their dead, what they're really acquiring is dominion over the human story itself.
	The danger is not hypothetical.
	It's unfolding now, quietly, subtly, and with the kind of momentum that is difficult to reverse once established.
	Gene-edited babies will not remain confined to curing disease.
	AI avatars of the dead will not remain harmless novelties.
	And once people begin outsourcing the most profound experiences of life, birth, grief, loss, all experiences, by the way, denied to us during the pandemic period in order to stop the spread and to save grandma, the whims of corporate platforms mean that we risk surrendering something far greater than privacy or autonomy.
	We risk surrendering the meaning of humanity itself.
	The future being built is arriving faster than the mortal framework needed to confront it.
	Unless we recognize the ominous direction in which these technologies point, we may wake up in a world where the arc of life from the genetic makeup of our children to the voices of our dead belong not to us, but to the companies that have learned how to monetize it.
	Mary Shelley's imagination was able to render in archetypal form the nature of a problem that has continued to increase.
	You might say that Mary Shelley ain't the originator of that idea.
	Indeed, what is genius?
	And in a way, is she mimicking the classical tales of Prometheus, for example?
	I don't know.
	Let's discuss that together over time.
	But certainly what this archetype helps us to understand is the limits and boundaries of human power and what the domain of God might look like in a time where people don't believe in God in a serious way, even though there is a resurgent interest, thankfully, in the kingdom.
	Everything's on the table.
	Nothing's off limits.
	Your dead grandmother, who one minute is used as an avatar to keep you in your house, is now used as an avatar to get you to spend money.
	The protection of life itself, which is a convenient undergirding for the restrictions that took place in COVID, are now used to justify aesthetically attuned babies.
	What they want, and I say they, you know what I mean, global cult, global imperialist network of powers, is nothing short of total control, total control over reality.
	And they are on the precipice of achieving that.
	But the truth is, and the glorious truth is, that whatever it was in Mary Shelley is in you and I, a type of genius, a type of divine spark, a connection to the whole, a connection to God, God self.
	We are beloved of God.
	We are God's primary creation.
	We can oppose this diabolical and satanic project if only we, like Christ, are willing to die for it.
	That's just what I think though.
	Let me know what you think in the comments and the chat.
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