The Parable of the Vanishing File (Redux)
When the Cult That Cried “Release the List” Suddenly Forgot What a List Is
⚠️ SPIRITUAL SATIRE AHEAD
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"Blessed are the memory-holed, for they shall never be held accountable." — Gospel of QAnon’t 3:16
Behold! The sacred scrolls were promised. The Files of Filth whispered from podiums and podcast microphones like the lost gospels of Gomorrah, prophesied to reveal who flew the friendly skies with Brother Jeffrey and his Temple of Trauma. MAGA apostles wailed: “Release the list!” like a Gregorian chant echoing through a strip mall megachurch.
But lo—what light through yonder nothing breaks? 'Tis Trump, and the list is gone.
And CNN’s Jake Tapper, high priest of Exasperated Journalism, hath declared:
"You’re being played for fools."
Which is spiritually generous, considering that some of y’all volunteered for the clown makeup.
Once Upon a Memo
First, let us set the scene: A nation of conspiracy prophets, hungry for justice and secretly hoping their political enemies were among the wicked frequent flyers. Enter: Attorney General Pam Bondi, the High Priestess of Phase One Binders, who once claimed the Epstein client list was “on her desk.” And then… handed out press clippings like it was a book report on Dateline NBC.
Meanwhile, Elon the Megaphone tweeted about “the list” like a divorced dad yelling outside a closed Chuck E. Cheese. Bongino, freshly hatched FBI prophet and part-time kettlebell influencer, swore he'd never let this story go—until he got promoted and mysteriously developed selective amnesia.
And now? The gospel has shifted.
The Miraculous Transfiguration of the Epstein Files
The Trump administration, in a twist worthy of Monty Python and the Holy Gaslight, has now declared:
“There is no list. There was no list. You imagined the list.”
Cue the divine shrug.
Imagine Jesus promising to raise Lazarus, then showing up at the tomb and saying,
“Actually, I never said that. And besides, death is a hoax.”
And when the disciples ask, “What about Lazarus?”
“Why are you people still talking about this dead creep?”
MAGA: Making Amnesia Great Again
Let’s be honest: this isn’t a cover-up. This is a spiritual prank.
The kind where a false messiah stands at the pulpit, screams “I ALONE CAN DECLASSIFY,” and then blames the Deep State when the scrolls go missing under his own administration’s watch.
Trump officials spent years pounding the golden pulpit about the “Epstein files.”
Now that they’re in charge again?
Suddenly, the temple veil is torn and behind it... a whiteboard that says "Nope. Case Closed."
Tapper, like a lone monk in a madhouse of mirrors, just wants you to notice that the emperor not only has no clothes—he also insists you imagined his last outfit.
Thus Spoke the Gospel of Spin
Let us meditate together:
When a list is promised but not delivered,
When justice is vowed but not pursued,
When outrage is sparked and then siphoned into silence,
Who, dear pilgrims, is doing the playing?
And who is the fool?
You can chant “Where’s the list?” until your MAGA hat bursts into flame, but make no mistake—the shrine has been emptied. The oracle has gone golfing. The scrolls are now reclassified as “nothingburgers,” served with a side of “blame the media.”
In this parable, the gaslight is the altar, and you’re still lighting the candles.
📸 The Holy Meme for Unholy Times
I’ve created a Virgin Monk Boy meme containing a subversive little prayer for overcoming the spiritual parasite known as Christian nationalism. It's equal parts exorcism and eye-roll. Download it. Share it. Print it and slip it into your church bulletin. Leave it in a Chick-fil-A bathroom. Post it in your aunt’s Facebook thread (but only if you’re feeling brave). This is your liturgy of liberation in JPEG form.
Go forth and spread the meme like modern incense. The spirit of cheeky resistance compels you.
If this stirred your soul, unplugged your autopilot, or whispered “You came for more than this” into your scroll-weary heart—share it with your fellow seekers, tip your mystical barista, or subscribe for more fire-lit dispatches from the edge of becoming.
I’m gonna need a minute because this was
🔥 an exorcism,
🩸 a history lesson,
📜 and a sermon I needed more than I realized.
“MAGA: Making Amnesia Great Again” is going on my tombstone.
And bless the sacred truth:
There is no list. You imagined the list.
This is why satire saves me.
Because the gaslight is the altar—
and we’re still lighting the candles.
This perfectly captures how they've turned their own broken promises into proof that you were crazy for believing them in the first place. The religious satire is spot-on - they literally made this their holy grail and now act like you imagined the whole thing.