Last Friday a few hundred young schoolgirls and schoolboys, all of whom should be in school, participated in a “climate strike” outside the Prime Minister’s Sydney residence, Kirribilli House. As we know, this protest about “climate change’ was yet another one of those same school strikes that have been occurring across the West since 2018. Covid provided us with some relief from the ravings of these rabid, indoctrinated and attention-seeking school children but just like a scary scene from a 1970s horror movie featuring a screaming and shrieking Jamie Lee Curtis, they’re back. And of course, the children’s heroine remains the Viking queen of scream, none other than the eternally vacuous, creepy Swede herself, Greta Thunberg.
On the night of the climate strike I watched Sky News and I saw what ensued outside Kirribilli House. My jaw dropped and I shivered with fear. Why so? I felt something strange and sinister emanating from the children. What was it? I couldn’t immediately put my finger on what it was. I could clearly hear the children screaming, screeching and shrieking far-left propaganda and I could clearly see that the children were filled with naked unhinged aggression, particularly the girls. It was toxic. It filled me with apprehension. The children, many with green and pink coloured hair, none of whom can vote yet, many who were completely inarticulate and frothing from their mouths, young girls jumping up and down squealing with feverish excitement, all of them shouting expletives about Morrison, all of them speaking ignorant rubbish about the climate and fossil fuels, all spruiking LGBQTI+ rubbish (what that has to do with “climate” I’ll never know), I was gobsmacked and then I realised I was witnessing a 2022 revival of the Hitler Youth from Nazi Germany and the Komsomol from Soviet Russia. It was a menacing and toxic stew of aggression, ignorance and profound stupidity and I thought to myself, my God, these children are the future and then my apprehension and dread increased even more because I realised that these children haven’t even attended university yet. They’re already fully indoctrinated and they’re already lost. And then the revelation came, and I understood why I felt such apprehension and dread because I remembered William Golding’s book, Lord of the Flies.
Lord of the Flies is another name for Beelzebub, the devil. Beelzebub is also named the Lord of Filth and Dung. In the novel by Golding the stranded boys grow wilder, dirtier, and more uncivilised, because all of this reflected the boy’s wild inner state. As the savagery and evil in the boys increased, they look to find a god to worship.
“When Jack and his hunters kill a boar, they have their opportunity; they leave the pig’s head impaled on a stake as an offering to the beast. The head is soon rotting and covered with flies. The head, referred to as the “Lord of the Flies” then serves as a symbol of the evil and savagery of Jack’s tribe of hunters.
I was reminded of the book on Friday night, and since then I’ve been mulling why I feel such apprehension. Watching the footage of the children protesting outside Kirribilli House, frothing and spewing vile insults at a democratically elected PM, all of them wild, incoherent, unkempt, rabid, uncivilised, savage and feral, I thought that apart from the obvious fact that the children are pawns of very evil people, it also seems to me that their souls are possessed by something evil. These children are worshipping a deity but this deity isn’t, as in Golding’s book, a pig’s head covered with flies, rather the children outside Kirribilli House are worshipping a deity that is much more sinister and much more powerful, a progressive deity. Beelzebub in 2022 is an evil deity that manifests himself through vile and sinister tenets such as climate change, queer theology, transgenderism, Marxism, cancel culture, youth indoctrination, the demonisation of religion, particularly Christianity and all the other ideologies that are slowly but surely destroying the West.
Beelzebub is laughing at us and why shouldn’t he? We have given him permission to laugh at us because we have given him our children.