The Fake & Fraudulent Prophets Around the President
September 4, 2026 |
Daniel Henderson
America is burning with a fever we keep pretending is just a seasonal bug. It’s not. It’s terminal. Violence isn’t an anomaly in this country—it’s the liturgy. Guns are our sacrament. Blood is our offering. And every time another body drops, we recycle the same tired rituals: thoughts, prayers, deflection, denial. Rinse. Repeat.
Mass shootings aren’t the disease. They’re the symptom. The fever’s been raging for decades, and unless we’re willing to admit what’s actually fueling it, we’ll keep sweating bullets until the whole body collapses.
So, how do you break the fever?
Let’s quit pretending this is complicated. Other countries have grief, broken families, cultural rot, and lunatics with grudges. What they don’t have is a gun fetish masquerading as theology.
In America, we don’t just tolerate firearms—we canonize them. Guns are our golden calf, polished and paraded at rallies while politicians sermonize about “God-given rights.”
You don’t break a fever by rubbing Vicks on your chest. You break it by killing the infection. And the infection is gun worship.
If gun worship is the idol, stochastic terrorism is the priesthood.
Stochastic terrorism is the art of inciting violence without getting your hands bloody—using rhetoric to wind up the faithful and then acting shocked when someone finally pulls the trigger.
Violence doesn’t fall out of the sky—it’s farmed. Preachers, pundits, and politicians drip-feed violent rhetoric into the groundwater, priming lone wolves to bite. And when the inevitable happens? They wash their hands like Pilate, blaming “mental health” or “random evil” while pocketing the clicks and campaign cash.
This is the pathogen in our bloodstream: words dressed up as gospel, infecting the airwaves until someone acts them out. It’s not random. It’s intentional. And it’s bipartisan cowardice to keep pretending otherwise.
If the infection’s ideological, you can’t treat it with false balance.
Pundits love to pretend this is just about “a few crazies” on the left and right. Cute story. But here’s the truth: only one political movement is stockpiling guns, shouting about civil war, and baptizing children in AR-15s.
The other side is dysfunctional, sure—but dysfunction isn’t the same thing as dancing on the edge of fascism. Stop the false equivalence. Balance is for scales, not survival.
We’re told to ignore the loudest idiots and hope they burn themselves out. Nice try. But it’s not just the drunk ranting at the end of the bar anymore—it’s the bar owner running happy hour specials on outrage.
Social media algorithms, right-wing pulpits, and spineless politicians keep serving up shots of hate because it pays. You don’t beat a fever by ignoring the cough. You name the disease and shut down the pharmacy that keeps selling it.
Sure, turn off your phone. But don’t mistake a walk in the woods for political action. The fever breaks when we make violence harder to commit: voting for laws that actually regulate guns, organizing locally, and refusing to stay quiet while systems keep bleeding us dry.
Logging off is rest. Showing up is resistance. We need both.
“Thoughts and prayers” are just placebos for people who profit from the sickness. Real love doesn’t tolerate carnage. Real love tears down the systems that make violence a normal part of our national diet.
Love is not silence. Love is confrontation. Love is dismantling the fever’s altar and refusing to sacrifice one more life upon it.
America’s fever isn’t going to break on its own. You don’t treat sepsis by hoping—you cut out the rot. Guns. Stochastic terror. Political cowardice. Religious idolatry.
We can keep sweating and convulsing until the end, or we can face the truth: break the fever, or the fever breaks us.
In the name of truth, justice, and the unarmed Christ—amen.
