ROCHESTER, NY – Just last Saturday, May 5th, something strange happened while Senator Chuck Schumer was giving a speech to the graduating class of the University of Rochester.
While in the middle of inspiring the students about how bright and smiley the future was, the Ioudaios senator suffered a momentary lapse of consciousness just as he was about to begin telling the most inspiring story of all—his own.
Attendants rushed to the senator’s side. But no sooner had he slumped over on the podium when Schumer’s eyes, now pure black, flew open. In a voice that filled the auditorium, the senator brought his speech on a whole other, strange new track. One observer reported the senator’s bizarre words to us here at DOOM TRUTH.
“Woe to you, fools and sheep! A culling of the herd is fast approaching. Yea, a dark day is coming! A day of weeping and wild lamentation. This doom will be preceded by many signs and omens. Seven stars will appear in the night sky and the Earth will open its mouth to receive the Son of Heaven. The chest will be opened and that which was contained will be freed. A storm cloud will pass over this land and leave it desolate. One of three men will be taken. The earth will be cleansed of the human race. The blood of a third of humanity shall be poured out as a libation to the the three-headed Dragon, on whose heads are rows of six horns. Flee into the wilderness! Cower in your homes! It matters not, no one can hide from the all-seeing eye! Nothing you do, nothing you say will matter! You are all dust! Wail in your helplessness, weep in your anguish. Fall down before the dread might of the reaper and his crimson scythe. All shall tremble before him and despair!”
After finishing this proclamation, Senator Schumer’s eyes cleared. He swayed on his feet then smiled reassuringly to the crowd.
“I’m sorry, folks, I seem to have blacked out there for a moment. Now where was I? Ah yes, I was just about to tell you a very inspiring story about me. My story began when I was born a poor black child on the upper West Side…”
Though Senator Schumer tried to cover it up, it seems that he delivered some type of doomsday prophecy. Should we take his warning seriously? Is there a coming culling of humanity? It may be so. Who knows what secrets Schumer is privy to; secrets he may have let slip during his little episode.
For now, just continue to gather supplies and finish digging that apocalypse shelter every reader of DOOM TRUTH is recommended to build. Meanwhile, we here at DT will continue to decipher the senator’s prophecy and also figure out if he switched meds recently.
We’re back again this week with more juicy political news. Today’s dosage is about the elephant—or should I say specter?—in the room.
Remember, the articles at DOOM TRUTH are about the topics no other news site has the balls to write about.
Anyway, on to todays’s post!
Our covert black ops team just made contact after a brief communication blackout. The team has been living in the maintenance passages inside the walls of the White House. And they report that the Trump administration has been unsuccessful in removing the specter that haunts the building.
Though it’s not kosher to talk about, anyone who has visited or worked in the White House for any length of time can attest to the six-legged, shadowy specter that crawls on the building’s walls and ceilings during odd hours of the day and night.
Though the specter’s ultimate purpose is unknown, it spends most of its time secreting black goo in the basement—which keeps he janitorial staff busy—and stalking White House staff members.
Without warning, the specter will snatch a White House employee, usually an intern, with one of its six arms. The intern is slowly forced inside the specter’s shadowy thorax and digested.
Judging by the screams, it’s incredibly painful.
The specter has been caught on camera disgorging its egg-laden goo onto sleeping female employees. The eggs are laying dormant for now. When they will hatch and in what manner is anyone’s guess.
The Trump administration is the first presidential administration in recent history that seems determined to remove the shadowy menace from the White House. They have, according to our intel, already tried several methods of removing it, but nothing so far has worked.
Whacking it with a broom handle only made it angry. While emitting buzzing sounds, like the wings of hundreds of flying insect, the specter devoured a nearby intern before disappearing. Spraying it with a fire hose had a similar affect.
The Trump administration brought in an exorcist to banish the specter. But after beginning the ceremony, the exorcist’s eyes turned pure black. He began speaking in ancient Akkadian before flying up to the ceiling. The specter appeared, snatched the exorcist, and fled into the basement. The janitorial staff is still finding the man’s scattered bones amidst the goo.
We’ll report again later if the administration is successful in ridding themselves of our nation’s occult mascot.
To learn more about our spectral friend, we sent a DT squad to the Library of Congress. After sneaking past the librarians, they entered the forbidden section of the library. And after pouring through dusty tomes and blood-stained scrolls, they uncovered the origins of the specter.
According to one account, a Masonic ritual was performed by our nation’s founders in 1800 to celebrate the completion of the White House. For unstated reasons, they also summoned the six-legged poltergeist from another dimension. They offered it animal sacrifices and virgins in a week-long orgy that swept over the whole city.
The specter has been linked to many odd occurrences that have happened since then.
In 1802, Thomas Jefferson went missing for three days. When his staff found him again, he was markedly different. His eyes were pure black and goo leaked from his mouth and the seam on his neck. His body squelched, as if full of liquid, when he walked. He was also confused by the simplest things: for example, he was unable to turn doorknobs by himself. And he had forgotten how to write English, instead he was only able to write Babylonian cuneiform.
This episode probably explains why Jefferson’s personality changed so much after 1802. Readers of history will know how Thomas Jefferson began styling himself “Emperor of Ktho’th and Herald of the Everlasting Gloom” and how he was fond of ordering the executions of random citizens in Washington DC.
Later in the 20th century, the specter was no doubt behind the infamous White House Bloodbath of ’66. Of this, we will speak no more of in detail.
More recently, it is well-remembered by Washington insiders that the specter devoured First Lady Michelle Obama in 2010. That explains her 4 month absence from the media while another Michelle was grown in the government cloning facility inside the Cheyenne Mountain Complex.
Our covert team ended their report with the first encounter between Trump and the specter. When the newly inaugurated president saw the shadow creature disgorging its viscera on another female White House employee, the president immediately stopped reading his report, walked underneath the specter, unzipped his fly, and urinated straight up in total defiance of gravity.
When asked by those nearby what he was doing, Trump replied that this was how pissing contests were done in New York City.
After that incident, the specter has refused to appear in the same room as Trump.
We’ll let you know the fate of the six-legged specter in a future post. For now, it will continue to haunt the White House, abducting interns and inserting its eggs in sleeping women. At least now we know it can feel fear.
– R. T. Madsen and the DOOM TRUTH crew (special shout out to the DT covert team. We here at HQ salute you for your sacrifice and commitment to TRUTH)
BREAKING NEWS! – in response to the rising tensions between the United States and the Russian Federation, Presidents Donald Trump and Vladimir Putin have agreed to settle their countries’ differences once and for all with a long-anticipated cage fight.
You read that right: a cage fight. The two presidents will be locked in an arena for five minutes. There can be only one winner. Each president will be representing the honor and supremacy of his country. The future of geopolitics rests on this one fight.
The two countries’ delegates are still hammering out the rules, but you can expect to see the match scheduled for later this year, during the summer or early fall.
This is still being kept hush-hush, but we here at DOOM TRUTH are really glad we installed all those wiretaps in the White House a while back. Which, by the way, was way easier than expected. Now we can share what we learned with you, the truth-starved masses.
A DOOM TRUTH squad was dispatched to the capital to interview President Trump about the upcoming fight.
When asked about the fight, President Trump exuded his usual confidence.
“Oh, I’m the best at fighting, ask anyone. Growing up on the mean streets of New York City, I learned all the best street fighting moves. You know how many knife fights I’ve been in? More than you. And I won ’em all. Otherwise I wouldn’t be sitting here now in this interview. I have a collection of all my victories.”
The president of the United States proceeded to lift up his shirt, revealing a patchwork of red and white scars on his surprisingly muscled waist.
President Trump said nothing of this, but we here at DOOM TRUTH HQ did some digging around the time of the 2016 election and found something about Trump that may connect some dots.
Since a least the 70s, Donald Trump has been part of a highly secretive club that includes only our country’s most wealthy and influential men. The members of this club would fight each other in brutal, bloody duels that makes modern MMA matches look like two girls catfighting on a schoolyard.
All the most powerful and influential politicians since then to today have been part of this club. Barak Obama, Bill Clinton, Warren Buffet, Jeb Bush, to name only a select few. The outcomes of these fights would decide who got to sleep with whose mistress, what economic policies would be set in motion, or which third-world government would be toppled that week.
You would be amazed how many decisions of the past half a century have been decided by this club.
In 1979, Jimmy Carter wanted to nuke the Soviet Union and trigger doomsday, as he had famously said in a private meeting, “I want to nuke the Russians into radioactive dust, snort their ashes, and get a raging high.” Fortunately, the nuke-happy president was defeated in a fight by none other than Donald Trump, who put Carter in a headlock until the president came down off his blood rage.
If the stories about Donald Trump are even partly true, the Russian president will have one hell of a challenge.
When our interviewers travelled to Moscow to interview Russian president Vladimir Putin, our crew was locked in a room with Putin, who sat and stared at them all in complete silence until our team had a nervous breakdown.
We’ll interpret that to mean the Russian president is certain of the outcome of the fight.
Putin’s extreme endurance and power is well known after that incident in 2005. While taking a tour of Moscow, would-be Chechen assassins crashed an 18-wheeler, a large boulder, and half a tenement building on the Russian president. After the whole mess exploded, the fools turned their back on the flaming pile of rubble, thinking Putin was dead. Only too late did they realize their mistake when a shirtless Putin, large shards of glass sticking out of his back, emerged from under a heap of bricks. Each assassin met a swift, brutal end.
It is well known in Russia that pain only makes Putin stronger.
Residents of Moscow can attest to seeing their president lifting a steel bar with two T-90 tanks on either end in preparation for the fight. He then walks on his knees twenty miles through a thunderstorm to a monastery outside the city, where he confesses all his sins to the abbot.
President Trump, on the other hand, is preparing for the fight by standing with his face pressed against a mirror. Trump is reported to say things such as, “Trump, you magnificent bastard, you beautiful human specimen, this it. This is what it’s all about. It all comes down to this”, and “Trump, you son of a bitch, you’ve eaten tougher bastards than this Ruskie for breakfast, crapped ’em out, and then gone back for seconds! This Ruskie’ll be crawling back to Russia with a severe case of kicked-ass”, and, “You weren’t raised in that mountaintop by those freaky monks just to sit around and make billions! Hell no! You’re a living weapon! A creature of prophecy! It’s gonna get all Book of Revelations up in this fight!”
Meanwhile, First Lady Melania is reportedly sitting in a chair on the other side of the room. Her expression is blank, her eyes seem to see something far away. Maybe she’s in her happy place. By that slight smile on her face, it’s apparently very nice there.
The future of both the United States and Russia hang on he outcome of this fight. If Trump wins, the American deep state will have world domination in their grasp. Everyone everywhere will be eating freedom fries and eating hamburgers. If Putin wins…it’ll also be world domination, except replace the fries and burgers with pierogi and vodka. And now I’m hungry. And thirsty.
When we get updates on the match, which is scheduled for later this year, we’ll let you know here on DOOM TRUTH, the internet’s newest, crappiest news site!
I’m sure everyone’s heard the news: the wayward Patriarch of Rome has said there is no Hell.
This bombshell was dropped during an interview with Eugenio Scalfari of La Repubblica the week before schismatic Easter. Pope Francis said that “bad souls”—i.e. unrepentant souls—do not go to Hell after death, but instead disappear. Poof.
This of course shocked the Catholic world. At this point, the Papists shouldn’t be shocked by what comes out of Vicar Frank’s mouth. And here I thought the guy was infallible.
Well, I bet you haven’t read the rest of the shocking interview. After reaching out to a secret contact inside the Vatican, we got to see the unaltered transcript. There are things here not even included in La Repubblica‘s final version. You read it on DOOM TRUTH first!
The First-Among-Equals expounded his statement:
“Bad souls simply disappear…into the Outer Darkness where there is weeping and gnashing of teeth. Since, of course, souls do not have either eyes or mouths, there are instead giant pairs of eyes that weep and huge rows of teeth which gnash. Angels eventually come to retrieve these souls and bring them to the Heavenly Processing Plant of Unrepentant Souls.
There the souls are sent down long conveyer belts while angels watch and take notes. The souls are ordered an numbered and move down conveyor belt after conveyer belt. Each new soul is analyzed meticulously for desired qualities.
The hardest, most callus souls are handed over to Spankuel, the angel of cruel and unnecessary punishments, who subjects them to all manner of spiritual torments. After breaking down completely, these souls are sent through a lengthy and rigorous bootcamp under the watch of the Angelic High Command.
Once these souls have been broken and rebuilt into perfect, celetial super-soldiers, they are sent to the barren planet Caal Adroggon, which sits on the brink of the cosmos. There, the souls fight as frontline soldiers in the angels’ eternal war against Yag-Azadu and her million, gibbering spawn.
As for those other souls, they are sent through preliminary rollers to work out kinks and even out the soul ectoplasm. This prepares the souls for the Hallowed Hydraulic Press of YHWH, which was used by God to crush matter into the first stars. Once the souls are flat, like Silly Putty, they are sent to the next stage of processing.
Those souls that do not survive this process are sent down to the incinerators. The ashes are then vented from Heaven.
If you have ever been outside on a cool day and seen a few stray snowflakes fall from the sky, that was not snow. That was once a soul.
The processed unrepentant souls are flung in the Abyss of Esypar, where they are devoured by the Grand Saggogdima, a huge monstrosity the size of a galaxy. There, the souls are bathed in the monster’s caustic stomach juices and acquire bodies of goo. The goo blobs are eventually expelled through one of the Grand Saggogdima’s many orifices. In their goo bodies, the souls are unable to move, so they send a whole lifetime in one spot, being miserable.
When the goo blobs dry up and wither away, the souls are released. Those who do not find their way back to Heaven become lost in the 87th dimension, which separates the Abyss from Heaven. This dimensions is just a long, dark tunnel that goes nowhere. Nothing but ear-splitting screams fills the tunnel. There, the lost souls soon lose their sanity and are lost forever in the dreaded 87th dimension.
Those souls that do make it back to Heaven now have a desirable gooeyness to them. They are sent through a final round of processing which includes them being wrung out on long metal arms like taffy. They are mashed and twisted so the souls are properly softened. The angels are very thorough and take their time with this step, which is critical to the ultimate purpose of these souls.
You may think souls do not feel. You are wrong. They feel much. And this process is far from painless.
Finally, all the souls are dumped into a giant vat where they are mixed by mechanical whisks controlled by angels. The thoroughly mixed soul goop is poured at as fertilizer for the Tree of Life in the Garden of Eden.
And that is the final fate of unrepentant souls. I suppose you could say unrepentant souls disappear, just in a long and really excruciating way.”
There it is, folks. Unrepentant souls are certainly sent through the wringer. So, repent now while you got a chance, otherwise you’ll become goo-poop of the Grand Sagoggdima.
Francis is the pope, so he’s supposed to know what’s talking about. I’m sure he didn’t just make it all up.
– R. T. Madsen and the DOOM TRUTH crew (Special thanks to our secret contact–who shall remain nameless–inside the Vatican. The papists haven’t found you yet!”
Well here we are in the afterglow of the Passover. All the Old Covenanters celebrated the Angel of Yahweh killing the naughty Egyptians, and all the New Covenanters celebrated Jesus Christ killing death itself. Whole lotta killing and dying going on. But also a fair amount of feasting and resurrecting too. So it all works out in the end.
Death. Sacrifice. These are the topics of today’s dosage of truth.
DOOM TRUTH is proud to present to you the secret origins of the Easter bunny.
Now many of you are no doubt familiar with this beloved pagan symbol. The cuddly little bunny that goes around laying eggs which children find and stuff in their mouths. Well, let me tell you that this adorable stand-in for Christ has a dark, blood-soaked past.
The modern concept of the Easter bunny was introduced by the Protestants, the same people responsible for replacing the heretic-slapping St. Nicholas with a fat guy from the Arctic circle who breaks into your home in the middle of the night.
The Protestants needed something sterile and secular they could use as the face of the Easter season. Rabbits, being associated with springtime and fertility, were a natural choice for the holiday. Little did the Protestants know they were channeling an ancient and evil symbol.
The “Easter bunny” comes from a little-known pagan deity called by the Romans Abra Cuniculus. Now, you probably haven’t heard of Cuniculus, but back in ancient Rome, this deity was huge. He had temples all over the Greco-Roman world. There was once a large cuniculum in Treverorum (modern day Trier, Germany).
Abra Cuniculus was a fertility god. But it wasn’t all bountiful fields and fat children with Cuniculus: if the god was not offered the proper sacrifices, he would appear and tear apart those ungrateful people.
The Cuniculum in Trier had an inscription above the main doorway to the temple that translates roughly as: “The Rabbit gives and the Rabbit takes away.”
Therefore, it became tradition for supplicants to offer eggs at cuniculums.
Why eggs? Because Abra Cuniculus laid eggs.
We know this from fragmented mosaics found in Pompeii and Herculaneum. Abra Cuniculus was hermaphroditic. The mosaics show the rabbit god procreating with himself and laying eggs. From these eggs burst red-eyed, flesh-hungry rabbits.
As the Roman world descended deeper into hedonism with the rise of the empire, it became fashionable to offer children to the cruel god. We know from scattered records that these people hoped to assuage Cuniculus’s wrath by offering their own children. This practice of child-sacrifice only grew worse in the 3rd and 4th centuries when the Roman world was rocked by catastrophic invasions and political upheaval.
Abra Cuniculus was worshipped by other European cultures as well. Archaeological digs in Ukraine and Russia have revealed that old Slavic tribes worshipped a pointy-eared fertility god named Khipityy Khop’.
These Slavs would paint eggs—a practice which predates the Christian tradition of painted eggs—and leave them for Abra Cuniculus and his spawn to find. There is also good evidence that the children of Slavic tribes would be forced yearly to participate in some kind of sick egg hunt. The price of failure was being torn limb from limb by everyone’s favorite four-legged deity.
Abra Cuniculus’s reign of terror finally came to an end in the 4th century. Saint Lepus Pulmentus came to the cuniculum in Arles (modern-day France). The city was currently starving because it was besieged by Attila the Hun, who is know to have slept with a stuffed effigy of Abra Cuniculus.
Saint Lepus’s encounter is recorded in the Latin text Quam Facere Lepum Pulmentum:
“And the saint Lepus did meet the abyssal rabbit there in the cuniculum.
Cuniculus did say, ‘Feed me a morsel, for I am hungry.’
And the saint did reply, ‘Look in my cap, for in it is a morsel of which you may eat.’
And when the rabbit did put his head in the saint’s hat, the saint did close the rabbit in the hat. Then Lepus ran throughout the city. He struck his hat against the pillars and the walls, against the door frames and the lintels. Yea, he even struck it against the rim of the public toilets. And Cuniculus did cry with a loud voice.
Then the saint cast his hat with the rabbit inside into a pot of boiling water. And then the people of the city did feast on rabbit stew: for forty days and nights they feasted, yet the pot never ran dry of stew.”
To this day the Catholic Church feasts on rabbit stew in honor of St. Lepus Pulmentus every April 31st.
Saint Lepus, of course, gave rise to the notion that rabbits can be found in hats. However, what you’ve seen where a magician pulls a rabbit out of a hat is a Satanic reversal of Cuniculus’s defeat. By crying, “Abracadabra!”—which in Latin means “Abra, come forth!”—these magicians are trying to invoke the long-dead deity.
As Pope Gregory wrote afterwords “What Saint Pulmentus has wrought, let no man seek to reverse.”
With Abra Cuniculus dead, rabbits ceased being an object of fear for Europe. However, the memory of him remained. There are a number of examples of medieval marginalia—small illustrations in the margins of manuscripts—depicting fierce warrior rabbits. Our medieval ancestors knew what we today have forgotten: rabbits are fierce, man.
And then that brings us to today. The powers-that-be would have you believe Easter is about some pink or blue rabbit that innocently hops around laying eggs.
You think we’re making this all up? Have you seen the classic historical documentary Monty Python and the Holy Grail? Remember the scene with the Killer Rabbit of Caerbannog? That was Monty Python trying to tell you something. They remembered that our ancestors used to soil their tunics over those pointy-eared rodents.
Donnie Darko. The Playboy logo. The white rabbit from Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland. Bugs Bunny—they’re all tapping into the same, demonic source.
Bugs Bunny! He’s taken right out of the pages of a lesser-known work of Livy called the Cuniculiad, where the Roman hunter Elmerus Fudus tries to catch Cuniculus himself.
But now you know the truth.
Don’t fall for these lies any longer. Don’t let your kids participate in heathen easter eggs hunts.
With all this rabbit imagery, Cuniculus may return. Don’t let modern-day Satanists that control Hollywood and the media resurrect Abra Cuniculus
Warn your friends.
– R. T. Madsen and the DOOM TRUTH crew (special thanks to Alberta, who recently came back from a covert operation in Italy).
An unnamed source inside the Clinton’s Chappaqua, NY home has reported that the entire house vanished in a burst of flames. This came on the footsteps of hours of inhuman screams coming from inside.
I promise you, dear doom-truther, you won’t find this story in the New York Times or anywhere else for that matter.
We have good sources on this story. An unnamed employee of the Clinton’s Chappaqua estate has confirmed that around 3:00 AM EST last night, the entire house vanished in a blast of fire that lit several trees and hedges on fire. The flames were promptly put out by staff members without the aid of the local fire department.
The house vanished after several hours of screaming. According to our source, the screaming came from somewhere down in the vast, labyrinthian basement of the house, in which many staff members have disappeared over the years.
About fifteen minutes after 3, our source says, the house reappeared in another burst of flames. Smoke and whiffs of sulfur covered the estate grounds for some time after. Miraculously, the lights were on in the house. The power lines and plumbing, severed when the house vanished, were all reconnected.
Bill and Hill, holding hands, stepped out of the front door and told their gathered, frightened staff that all was well. Throughout her short speech, Hill kept referring to “visiting the Master”, and “speaking with the Bright One”, and “drinking the covenantal blood of the elohim of Alpha Centauri”.
The Clinton couple acted as if they had been gone for some time; years even. Hill had clearly forgotten the names of all her staffers and simply referred to her African-American butler of fifteen years as “the black one.”
While she spoke, our source reports, muscles under Hill’s face squirmed, distorting the skin. Her face began to sag: Bill had to hold the folds of her eyelids up so she could see.
Our source says, “I watched in horror as Mrs. Clinton’s face started to melt. It was just her face though, nothing else. Her left eye started sliding down, the whole socket moving. It was like her face was Play-Doh being molded by a child. I’m new, so this thing disturbed me deeply. But other staff members who’ve been here longer didn’t bat an eye.”
Hill abruptly ended the speech by saying that there were several new positions open in the basement cleaning crew. A handful of lucky staff members could make a whopping $5 more an hour by simply—as she put it—”…You know, just kinda go down there and wander around the labyrinth a little. You’ll know when the job begins.”
By the end of her speech, Hill’s face was completely deformed. One eye was up where her forehead used to be while the other was peering at the crowd from her cheek. Her mouth was at a near vertical angle, running from where her eyebrows used to be to her chin.
She and Bill bade their staff good night and retired to their bedroom without further explanation.
What does this mean, adroit internaut? Do Bill and Hill have a dark secret that their media whores aren’t telling us? It seems so. Where did Bill n’ Hill go, and why? What’s wrong with Hill’s face? We’ll continue digging and let you know what we find.
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