Master of fate?
It seems to me that the mentally deficient Jew conspirators fancy themselves “masters of fate” for being the very same evil that the prophecy warned was going to arrive. For some reason they think doing so was an avoidance of what was known about them. Perhaps this is just any sort of circumcision delusion about their inferiority which they refuse to accept.
In any case, if you ever think you “mastered” fate or “changed” your fate, you are in fact beholden to fate because you believe there was even a fate to change! You mastered nothing, but became a slave to what you are unwilling to accept.
The truth about circumcision in a social context has nothing to do with fate or spirituality. It is not a mystical concept of religion. It is not supernatural. The truth of circumcision is equivalent to a mathematical outcome of absolute certainty, which proves circumcision false, wrong, and self-destructive in the most ultimate way. There is no reason to argue about it, deny it, or try to change that fact, and the more you try, the more you create for yourselves an imaginary fate that you will never be able to overcome without accepting it.
That’s just the truth of the matter.
It’s like Daniel told Nebuchadnezzar — “Bro, y’all be sittin’ all high and mighty in your opulence and riches, but when you get a hold of this here wisdom, you’re gonna be out there in a field with the poor people begging.”
That’s because as certain as mathematical concepts are numerically with formulas and equations, morality in a social context is true. People who equate riches, opulence, and fancy status and thrones do the opposite of making themselves powerful or worthy. They spend their entire lives seeking that, but then someone like me comes along who shakes the very foundation of civilization itself with my footsteps casually walking about, laying waste to nations with my word alone, sending military leaders running in fear where they cower in hiding, afraid to confront me. I’m just an ordinary dude, except I didn’t seek power, I sought truth, and truth led me to power, and it was nowhere near riches, money, opulence, appearances, or fancy status and titles.
I am not going to go to your homes and sanctuaries to take from you all the bull shit that you don’t even have because you covet it and are afraid to lose it. It’s already lost if you’re afraid to lose it, or you’ve never had it to begin with. You people have nothing I want. I would not even be writing stuff like this about you if you weren’t annoying me with your corruption and inability to do the simple tasks of social governance and economic growth. It’s embarrassing really, and I don’t need any of your election offices, any military, any billions of dollars, or any of your friends to do everything that you wish you could do, having failed miserably using all that bull shit you think is power, but is nothing of the sort. That is power to a beast, yes, but not to a human being, and that is why you people who cut yourself off from everyone else thinking your riches were your salvation will never be able to stand up to me as equals. Those riches aren’t going to do you much good for long.
However, despite all that, I’m going to take all your money, “power”, and fancy worldly stuff from you. Seize it by force and you will be powerless to stop me. Everything that is yours I am going to make mine and give you nothing for it. You will be a defeated enemy and those will be my spoils of war.
That is not all. Then I am going to use those spoils of war to do so much more than you ever thought possible, demonstrating that people like you are too irresponsible and incompetent to ever be trusted. The days of you rich tyrants are over, and I’m not going to go anywhere near you to end your lives. You are going to just bring it all over to my feet lay it down as an offering begging for my forgiveness, and then walk off in poverty to be hated until the day you die, unless you do something worthy of redemption, but I doubt you people are capable. It’s an option though. You can call it your Prison of Hope.