They told us to look away. That it was impolite. Ungodly. Unfounded.
They told us “real Christians” don’t entertain conspiracy theories.
But this isn’t theory. This is math. This is history. This is blood.
Trump is circling the drain of exposure again, neck-deep in the Epstein files.
The court documents are louder than the sermons.
The flight logs are more consistent than his marriages.
And yet here come the Christians again. Holding the line. Holding the cross.
Pretending they don’t see what’s burning on the altar.
Let’s say it clearly: Christianity in this country has become the safest house for abusers.
It is the habitat of predators who wear purity rings and youth group t-shirts.
They weaponize forgiveness to protect the powerful and silence the wounded.
They baptize trauma. They market compliance. They call it salvation.
And their favorite messiah? A man who walked into dressing rooms of underage girls.
A man who palled around with Epstein, who defended Ghislaine, who said
“she’s been through a lot.”
A man whose spiritual advisors speak in tongues while children bleed in silence.
A man whose cult shouts “God chose him” while survivors scream into voids.
What the church won’t say, we will:
This is grooming culture. This is systemic. This is sacred violence with a Christian face.
When a religion rallies behind a man like Trump, it tells you what it’s really worshiping.
Not truth. Not justice. Not the teachings of a brown-skinned radical who flipped tables.
They worship comfort. Patriarchy. Power. Control.
And they call us dangerous for noticing.
So be dangerous.
Be the glitch in the choir.
Be the heretic who won’t stay silent.
Because if your God needs a pedophile to save the world,
then maybe your God was never holy to begin with.