Tax-Funded Antichrist Is Doomed.

“Even when the empire kills truth, truth still rises…Even when justice is crucified, it does not stay buried. The Caesars among us don’t get the final word.”

Y’all, that’s Andrew Thayer with a Palm Sunday meditation. It’s thorough and tight and persuasive. We become what we host body.

I’d also like to place before you a song called “Let’s Kill Him” by my wife and life partner, Sarah.

Here it is.

Triumphant, victorious.

Our one true king comes to us.

Humble, riding on a donkey.

Shout aloud, loving cups!

Behold our king comes to us.

Humble, riding on a donkey.

Savior scattering the money.

Calming the pushing and the shoving.

Let’s kill him.

Cri de cœur.

From the lord.

With flowers instead of swangin’ swords.

Humble, riding on a donkey.

Even through oblivion,

Behold, our king comes to us.

Humble, riding on a donkey.

Laughing, when it wasn’t funny.

Staying, when I would be running.

Let’s kill him.

Let’s kill him.

Let’s kill him.

Every dog,

Every bark,

Every bullet,

Every spark,

Every girl,

Every shark,

All the people in the park,

Every fit and every start,

Everything in some dark heart says…

Humble, riding on a donkey.

Let’s

Kill him.

Kill him.

Kill him.