First Circle (Limbo)

The First Circle holds those who were neither virtuous nor exceptionally vile, who contributed little to their era but did no great harm.

Here we find Gerald Ford, a man whose unimpressive tenure in Congress and unremarkable presidency rendered him largely irrelevant. Wandering alongside him is Bob Dole, whose genial demeanor masked a profound lack of accomplishment. They sigh eternally, aware that history has left them behind.

Second Circle (Lust)

The Lustful are swept in a ceaseless storm, punished for their insatiable hunger for power.

Here swirls Newt Gingrich, his endless ambition and desire for domination casting him into chaos. Joining him is Strom Thurmond, driven by an obsessive lust not only for power but for maintaining white supremacy. Their desires whip them through the storm, unfulfilled and unrepentant.

Third Circle (Gluttony)

The Gluttonous wallow in filth, punished for their overindulgence in greed and consumption.

Here lies Dennis Hastert, the former Speaker of the House, weighed down by the excesses of his corruption and scandal.

Fourth Circle (Greed)

The Greedy roll massive weights, forever clashing in futile opposition.

Here lies Rick Scott, whose congressional tenure epitomized the avarice of Medicare fraud and privatization schemes. He pushes his boulder alongside Mitt Romney, whose time in the Senate was marked by a relentless prioritization of wealth over principle. Together, they symbolize the cost of unchecked ambition and corporate servitude.

Fifth Circle (Wrath)

The Wrathful and Sullen are mired in the swampy Styx, consumed by their bitterness or despair.

Eric Cantor and Kevin Mccarthy thrash at each other in the mud, their feud emblematic of the dysfunction they brought to Congress. Nearby lurks Joseph McCarthy, whose rabid witch hunts and venomous paranoia leave him drowning in the Styx, his curses forever bubbling to the surface.

Sixth Circle (Heresy)

The Heretics lie in flaming tombs, punished for betraying the principles they once claimed to hold.

Here burns Paul Ryan, who abandoned his promises of fiscal responsibility for tax cuts that ballooned the deficit. Across the fire is Barry Goldwater, condemned not for his ideology but for the perversion of his vision by those who followed him. Their cries are drowned out by the roar of the flames, their legacies consumed by their betrayals.

Seventh Circle (Violence)

The Seventh Circle is divided into three rings, holding those who committed violence against others, themselves, or God.

In the First Ring, a river of boiling blood holds Dick Cheney, not only for his militarism but for his enabling role in the Senate as President Pro Tempore. His violence against humanity is mirrored in his eternal torment.

In the Second Ring, Ron Paul wanders the wood of suicides, not for personal despair but for the ideological violence he inflicted on the most vulnerable by stripping away safety nets. His cries echo in the rustling leaves of the forest.

In the Third Ring, Sonny Bono kneels on burning sands, his misuse of public office to serve personal ambition and vanity standing as an affront to divine order itself.

Eighth Circle (Fraud)

Malebolge, the realm of Fraud, contains ten bolgias for ten forms of deceit:

In the First Bolgia, for Seducers, Tom DeLay stumbles under the weight of his own treachery. His aggressive partisanship and personal ambition have damned him to eternal punishment. His betrayal of the American public’s trust is manifested as demons whip him, his false promises like tendrils wrapping around him, suffocating his spirit.

In the Second Bolgia, for Flatterers, Jack Abramoff is sunk in a pit of filth, his deceitful charm and manipulations laid bare. His influence-peddling scandals and exploitation of the legislative process mark him as an eternal sufferer, his voice forever silenced beneath the weight of his corruption.

In the Third Bolgia, for Simonists, Lindsey Graham is buried headfirst in the fiery pit of his own making. His career, marked by shifting loyalties and transactional politics, saw him trading principles for power and influence. Now, the flames of his opportunism consume him, forever bound to the burning pitch that reflects the duplicity he once wielded with practiced ease.

In the Fourth Bolgia, for Sorcerers, L. Paul Bremer is engulfed in swirling darkness. His disastrous decisions as an administrator in post-war Iraq, prioritizing political and corporate interests over the needs of the Iraqi people, mark him as one whose illusions turned to dark reality. Now he suffers eternally, his fate sealed in the abyss of his own creation.

In the Fifth Bolgia, for Corrupt Politicians, lies Ted Stevens, whose "Bridge to Nowhere" epitomized government waste and duplicity.

In the Sixth Bolgia, for Hypocrites, Rick Santorum is draped in lead robes, weighted down by his own hypocrisy. His moral posturing and sanctimonious rhetoric about family values, while ignoring his own sins, weigh heavily upon him in the flames of divine judgment.

In the Seventh Bolgia, for Thieves, Mark Sanford is forever entwined with snakes, his fraudulent behavior and betrayal of public trust now bringing him eternal punishment. His scandal and misuse of his political office now entrap him in the serpents’ wrath.

In the Eighth Bolgia, for False Counselors, John Boehner burns in a pit of sulfur. His relentless spin and political machinations, masquerading as wisdom, now consume him. His deceitful advice, once given to deceive and manipulate, is now his eternal torment, the flames of his lies scorching his very soul.

In the Ninth Bolgia, for Sowers of Discord, Jim DeMint is hacked and slashed by demons, his political machinations and betrayal of his promises causing rifts within the Republican Party. His role in fracturing the party now causes him endless agony, his vision of fiscal discipline turned into a blade that eternally slices at his soul.

In the Tenth Bolgia, for Falsifiers, Tom Coburn suffers in a pit of leprous diseases. His constant fabrications and deceitful campaigns now consume him, his very being plagued by the lies he peddled.

Ninth Circle (Treachery)

The frozen lake of Cocytus is reserved for the worst traitors.

In Caina, for traitors to their kin, lies Strom Thurmond, whose betrayal of Reconstruction’s ideals and human decency ensured his eternal damnation.

In Antenora, for traitors to their country, lies Richard Milhous Nixon, his frostbitten face frozen in eternal paranoia, his betrayal of the public trust sealing his fate.

In Judecca, at the center of Hell, within Lucifer’s maw, lies Abraham Lincoln. His actions ignited a devastating civil war, claiming the lives of hundreds of thousands. He is condemned for unleashing chaos and discord that reverberates through time. The brutality of Sherman’s March to the Sea only magnifies his culpability—order after order to scorch the land, razing homes and livelihoods, brutalizing civilians, and inciting a cycle of pain and terror that endures through generations. His emancipation of the slaves sowed the seeds of unending suffering, crime, violence, and division—a cycle that will never cease. Frozen in Lucifer’s jaws, he writhes in eternal agony, justly reaping the consequences of his hypocrisy and betrayal of the union. His treachery toward his country has forever damned his soul imho.

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So yes, my friend, Lincoln’s place in the frozen maw of Judecca is not merely deserved but inevitable imho.

Let us not forget btw that the true horror of Lincoln's betrayal is not confined to the era of his war but festers through the arteries of modern America, where its poisonous fruit ripens in the diseased metropolis and the ravaged body politic. Lincoln’s war wrenched apart the very philosophical sinews that once held this Republic together. The Founding Fathers understood the delicate balance between liberty and order—one that allowed for compromise, gradualism, and the negotiation of inherently competing interests. It was in their design that the United States, like the great clockwork of the cosmos, was meant to function not through absolute morality, but through pragmatic negotiation—a dance between conflicting ideals, each tempered by its counterpart. But Lincoln—abetted by his abstracted sense of righteousness—interrupted this cosmic rhythm. The Founders envisioned a republic of unity in diversity, where regional distinctions would coexist under a banner of tempered commonality. Lincoln, in his fevered crusade, fractured this delicate balance, elevating a singular moral cause above the pragmatic social contract that had allowed this country to thrive, if imperfectly, for nearly a century. His victory, as history now shows, was not a triumph of justice, but an act of epistemic violence—one that cleaved the soul of the nation and left behind a gaping wound. It is this wound, this rupture at the very heart of the Republic, that festers today in the modern divisions that plague the American psyche. The cities, now nigger-infested, crime-ridden and mired in moral turpitude, stand as monuments to Lincoln's spiritual sin. These urban centers, once the engines of American industry and innovation, now pulse with an energy of decay. Lincoln’s actions—disrupting the long-suffered balance between federal power and states' rights—created a vacuum in which the very sense of community could not thrive. Cities became, instead, battlegrounds for diluted ideals, where government overreach, no longer tempered by states' interests, created a maelstrom of dependency and despair. In the aftermath of Lincoln’s war, the South was reduced to ashes, and its people to perpetual serfdom under Northern paternalism. Yet the true curse was not in the war's immediate consequences, but in the century-long unraveling of the American ideal. The Republican Party, now the Party of Lincoln, morphed from the supposed liberator of the oppressed to the instrument of division—a monstrous entity that, over the course of the 20th and 21st centuries, sowed the seeds of rancor that now flourish in every corner of the land. The moral and philosophical corruption that Lincoln ignited did not die with him—it metastasized, finding new avenues in the modern GOP’s unscrupulous manipulation of the body politic. The insidiousness of today’s Republican Caucus is rooted in this unholy genesis. No longer is their rhetoric about unity or even the preservation of the American experiment; instead, it is about the fracturing of society for the sake of power. It is not the preservation of the Union that concerns them, but the division of the masses—an endless war for ideological supremacy in which the country is divided, the people are played against each other, and the very concept of a nation is slowly but steadily eroded. From the broken cities to the hysterical halls of Congress, the Republican Party has perfected the art of divide and conquer, playing on the deepest fears of the populace to maintain their unholy grip on power. The cultural nihilism that pervades the streets—be it the rampant lawlessness, the moral decay, or the breakdown of civil discourse—is a direct result of Lincoln's fatal overreach. The trust between citizen and state, which was once grounded in a shared commitment to moderation and compromise, has been poisoned by the seeds of division that Lincoln’s war planted. His vision of an America united by moral absolutism was a false prophecy—one that could only yield a nation fractured along irreconcilable lines. Crime-ridden cities? The legacy of the Federal government's uncontested dominion over local concerns, born of Lincoln’s unrelenting centralization of power. Moral turpitude? The decay of any shared ethical framework, replaced by a state-driven morality, itself tainted by the relentless partisan divide he set in motion. And yet, we cannot overlook the venomous irony: the Republican Party, and its Caucus, today’s Party of Lincoln, has turned the very principles of the Founders on their head. What began as a party ostensibly committed to liberty and union has mutated into a sideshow of opportunism, a corpse that cavorts at the expense of the nation’s well-being. They do not govern to unify or to preserve the original Republican ideals, but to deepen the fractures and manipulate the populace into ever greater subjugation. Like the false prophet, the Party of Lincoln now burns in the infernal fires of its own making—its ambitions, no longer for the common good, but for the perpetuation of its own monstrous ego. In this light, Lincoln’s sin is not one of isolated moral failure, but of philosophical heresy—a betrayal that has marred not just the course of the Civil War, but the very fabric of the American soul. His war was not a battle for justice, but a war against the possibility of balance, a war that shattered the delicate equilibrium that once allowed for the growth of a truly united people. Today’s America, fractured and divided, is the unholy offspring of that act—an America divided by the same poisonous rhetoric, the same unassailable absolutes, that Lincoln brought to the battlefield. And so, in the end, it is Judecca where Lincoln belongs—his treachery immortalized in the frozen pits of hell, forever bound to the eternal irony of his betrayal: a nation forged in liberty, now consumed by the very ideals that he once believed would save it.

The Republican caucus of today is the true inheritor of Lincoln’s legacy, as a damned vessel of division and moral rot. They have become architects of destruction, sowing discord and hatred to fuel their endless hunger for power. They thrive on division, not unity, manipulating every fissure in society for their own gain. This party, steeped in hypocrisy and corruption, is not the party of freedom, but the party of betrayal, the party of hypocrisy, the party of demagogues, and yes, the Party of Lincoln.

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