Lindsay Graham was a demon-possessed sodomite war gremlin whose every waking hour, every ounce of life’s energy, every bit of personal capital was spent fomenting war somewhere on Earth. He used his influence in Washington to become a free-lance war provocateur, instigating conflicts and perching like a gargoyle on the shoulders of the powerful to convince them to bomb, missile, attack, invade, or otherwise level people-groups across the globe. There was never a war he didn’t think should have started sooner, or gone on longer, in perpetuity until every last person was dead. He made no effort to distinguish between enemy and civilian, guilty and innocent, terrorist and child. There was never a diplomatic problem he didn’t think had a solution provided by sulfur and smoke, fire and wrath. He would have rained down bombs and brimstone upon every nation on Earth - including our own - if his soft, effeminate, callousless hands had been anywhere near the red button inside the nuclear football. He was every bit as possessed by the spirits of the ancient blood gods as any Iranian cleric or Aztec priest. He was consumed with bloodshed. He would travel to and fro across the earth like a little death gremlin, a blood broker, seeing what carnage he could work up and what war he could assist. He would find conflicts that went on way past any purpose, mid peace negotiation, and offer more munitions and weapons to keep it going just a bit longer. He was a chaos peddler. A human hyena. A little effeminate war pixie who took joy in watching bloodshed, and the more meaningless, the better. He just got back from Ukraine to tour their drone factories, like Kim Jong Un inspecting fruit, doing what he could to squeeze out a few more deaths before negotiations and, if possible, stop them. This is the slaughter enthusiast who said, in 2023, “The Russians are dying… It’s the best money we’ve ever spent.” Christians. White people. Europeans. Men, women, children, he didn’t care. Human blood was his communion and baptism rolled into one. Middle Easterners. Asians. Africans. Central Americans. The only good human is a dead one, was his ethos. He was the most infamous homosexual in Washington, but his real lust was for war. It’s hard to grasp for the American NeoCon who has spent the last year calling people “literally Satan” because they refuse to accept an official assassination narrative or speak cruelly to the bereaved, but the REAL demons on this earth have possessed men like Lindsay Graham who spend their days literally starting wars, perpetuating wars, dragging them out, and providing the tools for mass destruction. Finding women icky, he didn’t have kids. Thank God, he was of the generation of gay men that didn’t start buying children yet. At least, not in public. But he was more than happy to take yours. He said last March, “I’m going to go back and ask my constituents to send their sons and daughters to the MidEast.” Children, for him, were nothing but fodder. Sacrifices he was happy to make to Molech and Asherah and Ba’al and Huitzilopochtli and Ares and the ancient war gods who operated him like a meat puppet, to whom the battlefield was their altar. And then, in that soft, Southern Dandy, Dixie-queer accent he’d half-quote a Bible verse and talk about Jesus to make his blood sermon just a little more blasphemous than it would be without it. And now, he’s met the Lamb of God who says, “Depart from me, ye cursed, into everlasting fire, prepared for the devil and his angels.” Blood cries out from the ground, and God takes witness of each one. Do not think he’s escaped the adage, “He who lives by the sword dies by it.” He died by it, believe me. Whether it was AIDS or pneumonia, it was the sword of God.