"Are you a sinner and a servant of the Enemy? I think that you're a dirty sinner and a servant of the Enemy. That's what I think. And my patience is waxing thin with you, you left-wing anarchistic Beutelist."
Location: Philadelphia, PA, NUSA
Time: October 30th, 1958
Reverend-Colonel Billy Graham made his way to the pulpit of the AFC Church of Philadelphia. Thousands of people sat, some wearing facemasks or even gasmasks in the hopes of not catching the Scottish Influenza. As the local ORRA color guard positioned the national flags on the stage, the choir sang "What a Friend we have in Jesus."
Billy gave a straight-arm salute to the crowd, and then bowed slightly. Then, he raised his AFC Bible above his head and shouted "To Christ the Glory! There is only one true God, and I am his servant!" He positioned himself behind the pulpit and positioned the various odds and ends that were laying on it. Then, after a short sip of water from a nearby glass, Billy spoke again. "All hail!"
"All hail! All hail! All hail!" screamed the congregation.
"What a friend we have in Jesus, indeed, huh?" Billy said in his typical calm-and-cool voice in which he always began his speeches. "We, the People of America, and America itself, has a friend in Jesus. Isn't it grand? And isn't grand how he has delivered our enemies unto us? Isn't it grand that we have won victory over the Southron usurpers at long last? But how did we win victory over them? How? Was it because we had the most boom-boom sticks? Is it because we nuked a couple sodoms into ash? No, it was God. God Almighty gave us those rifles and atomic bombs. He, through us acting as His righteous instrument of judgement, atomized and disintegrated the Inferiors of Louisville and Rio de Janeiro by the millions. And that's what I want to talk to you about tonight, the power of believing in ourselves and our nation, and of the holy wrath dispensed upon those who have not accepted the true faith or the New Jerusalem.
"Now, when, as a child, you were met with a bully, what did you do? Did you turn the other cheek to his abuse? Did you let him kick you around? Of course not. What you did was you reported him to the local ORRA office, and they saw to him, by golly, didn't they! If you had acted out and knifed that bully right in the throat, like he might have deserved, how would you have felt? Guilty? I should hope not. Murder is killing without cause or out of greed or spite. Without justification. If you had killed him, that would have been God having acted through you to dispatch that miserable little cretin into the Void, never to bully you or anyone else again. That is what brings us to our first point of tonight's sermon: righteous judgement. We could basically wrap this section up in one phrase, a phrase I often respond with when asked about the morality of wiping out entire cities: They had it comin' to 'em. Louisville, Rio de Janeiro, Myrtle Beach, Atlanta, and all of the other foreign cities leveled by this war were being judged. We gave 'em a chance. God gave 'em a chance. At any moment, they could have recognized America's superiority and supremacy over them, and stopped with their damned bullying. But they kept it up, and kept it up, and persisted in being arrogant little sinners! Now it was time! We destroyed them. Manifest Destiny, as we all know, is the divine will of God for the United States to encompass everything in this Hemisphere. by resisting the expansion of our sacred borders and freedoms, they spat in God's face. They spat in my face. They spat in your face. They spat in our faces collectively. They spat on a bunch of faces. Those disrespectful little heathen tried to doubt our God-given rights, and we smashed them one for liberty! And as we also all know, our Manifest Destiny is guaranteed. The Bible says so. The New Jerusalem cannot be stopped or delayed, and any attempt to do is disrespectful to both God and Fatherland. The miserable little Satanists that do so will and should be exterminated with extreme prejudice. This is righteous judgement. God himself annihilated the nations to the south that currently lie in ruins. We are merely a tool for this judgement. There are no moral questions about this, despite what some self-righteous, pompous fools would have you believe. Those people we killed... they weren't... people. They were Inferior scum. They were servants of Satan. They weren't... American. They hated our freedoms and our position as God's Chosen People. They now burn in Hellfire, with the likes of Napoleon Bonaparte, Mad Czar Victor, and Beutel. Good riddance to bad rubbish.
"That's what brings me to our next point: What if other countries should get the Bomb? The answer is: Don't worry! Love the Bomb! No matter how many craters or rubble dot our soil, our patriotic spirit will never die, and our armies march on to conquest in the end, no matter what. God does not make being a Christian American easy. We endure persecution and tribulation, but we always come up golden in the end! Nothing gets accomplished without hard work, perseverance, and sacrifice, and you can ask Patriot-Saint Custer that when you see him in the afterlife. We shouldn't doubt God's plan. We should embrace the fact that our enemies have atomic bombs if they should ever so happen to attain them. Nothing they do can or will stop America's Holy Mission. Their actions are simply the last death-rattles of Satan as he is about to be thrown into the Lake of Fire. God is in control, and God will look over us."
Graham's sermon (or, more accurately, feel-good propaganda stump speech occasionally referencing the Bible) was suddenly interrupted by a man walking toward the pulpit.
"Yes, my good man? What have you to say, citizen?" asked Graham, all smiles.
The man, about thirty, of a dark complexion and wearing a tweed suit and nervously clutching a fedora in his hands, looked Graham straight in the eye and said, in a German accent, "How can you believe in this? What madness is this, that has consumed you all and turned you into genocidal freaks?! I came to this country ten years ago, seeking freedom and opportunity. I was met at the docks by armed thugs. I was met at the hotel by armed thugs. I was immediately forced to sit down with a pastor of your so-called Church and was forced to undergo tests to see how vulnerable I was to the 'Devil's wiles," like whether I would or would not be willing to report a neighbor for speaking against the government in private to me. Whether I do or do not find Irish women attractive and/or worthy of carrying on my genetic lineage with. After that, I was given a punch card for an ORRA computer, and I was assigned a job in a factory. Then I was drafted. I lost most of my left foot in combat against Virginia in '56. It took me two months for your so-called 'government healthcare' to get me my painkillers. What kind of freedom and opportunity is this? Since I got off the boat from Baden, I have been mugged, assaulted, forced into conversion, worked half-to-death, and been shot at by some guy I've never met in a war both of us got literally nothing out of. You're all insane. You're all evil lunatics hellbent on destruction and murdering your fellow human beings. You make me sick. Reverend Billy, if you were any kind of man, you'd stand up right now and stop peddling this... this... bull-shit. That's what this. Look at yourselves, all of you! You should be ashamed. You're all in a death cult. You're all too stupid to realize it, or if you do realize it and get on a guilt trip, you come crying to Reverend Billy to make the pain and self-loathing and doubting go away. He gives you a nice, fatherly pep-talk telling you you're all just the best people ever, and that you're all good little servants of the state. You're all a bunch of statist fascists. You use this bunk of a religion as an excuse to do whatever you jolly-well please. I have to hand it to the founders of the AFC. They found a way to make sure every generation of Americans was more hateful than the last. I am not an American. I am a free man. Free men are opposed in this nation by a monolithic and ruthless conspiracy that relies on subversion, instead of elections. On intimidation, instead of free choice. It is a system that, for almost 160 years, has conscripted vast human and material resources into the building of a tightly knit, highly efficient machine that combines military, diplomatic, intelligence, economic, scientific and political operations. Its preparations are concealed, not published. It’s mistakes are buried, not headlined. Its dissenters are silenced, not praised. No expenditure is questioned, no rumor is printed, no secret is revealed. You're all blind sheep, being led to the slaughter. When you wake up one day, if you're still alive, you'll see you helped found the most tyrannical, bloody, repressive, godless regime in the history of mankind. One that has stripped you of all your freedom. One that watches every move you make. One that tells you what to do, what to say, what to think, how to act, what to name your children, where you can go, who you can marry, and what version of God you can believe in. Or maybe by that point the American leaders will have outed themselves as a bunch of immoral atheists and despots, who just won't care anymore what you think about them because, brother, they'll have you so surrounded by security cameras, rifles, and police that you won't be able to blink, much less organize a revolt, without Philadelphia knowing about it. It'll be a New World Order, all right. A miserable, Satanic regime that will encompass the entire globe in its iron fist of terror. I hope I've given you all something to think about before its too late. I know I might die for the things I've just said, but I'm glad to die saying them, and I regret I can only say them once. One more thing, I'm a Catholic. Put that in your cocaine lozenges and chew it, Billy."
The stadium, which was still reeling and completely silent from the shock of anyone, anyone, interrupting the Reverend-Colonel to spout out a bunch of "subversive nonconformity," watched in horror as ORRA troops grabbed the German man and began ruthlessly beating him to a bloody pulp. Billy Graham pointed his finger at the man and, with an evil grin, said, "Are you a sinner and a servant of the Enemy? I think that you're a dirty sinner and a servant of the Enemy. That's what I think. I also think you're a piece of horse shit. And my patience is waxing thin with you, you left-wing anarchistic Beutelist." The goons continued their beat-down, and then dragged the half-dead protestor away to a reeducation camp. The protestor would go on to serve time at Camp 222. He would eventually become a test subject for the Vaccine Program. He died a horrible death and his body was burned in a corpse furnace.
The congregation still sat still. Many of them were pale-faced. Some were crying. Graham did not look happy at all. "You better not listen to that Catholic thug. I can tell what's happening to some of you. Your faith is not strong enough to survive that pathetic pelting of left-wing talking points being hurled at you. We need to spend some extra time at this revival focusing on faith, for what good is it doing preaching about how our faith in Christ will lead us to glorious victory when you have no faith to begin with. That man claimed to believe in Jesus. Don't listen to him. He's trying to lead you astray with his magic friendship peace-Jesus garbage! That Jesus doesn't exist! Let's all open our Bibles to Exodus, Chapter 34, verses 11-14. 'Observe what I command you this day. Behold, I am driving out from before you the Amorite and the Canaanite and the Hittite and the Perizzite and the Hivite and the Jebusite. Take heed to yourself, lest you make a covenant with the inhabitants of the land where you are going, lest it be a snare in your midst. But you shall destroy their altars, break their sacred pillars, and cut down their wooden images (For you shall worship no other god, for the Lord, whose name is Jealous, is a jealous God.)'"
Billy saw some of the congregation remembering their places. Several of them clapped. Soon, several hundred were standing up and clapping. Then, they began murmuring about how "nothing can stop Reverend Billy from preachin' on." Then, thousands stood, chanting as one, "USA! USA! USA! BILLY! BILLY! USA! USA! USA! REVEREND BILLY! USA!"
Things were so much simpler when you conformed and got in a mob and did what one person said. The sheeple could handle that. Anything else was simply un-American, and thus could not possibly be true or logical, or for that matter even something to think about. Jesus and the government loved them very, very, very much, and that was all they cared about.
