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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"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."

we can say jew here, hth

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regardless, 180 billion

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Mike Pence, the epitome of servile ambition cloaked in feigned piety, is frozen alongside other betrayers of loyalty in the icy wastelands of Antenora in the ninth circle of Hell, reserved for those who have betrayed their benefactors. His betrayal of his oath to his followers during his final days in office sealed his fate. Eternally bowing before shifting winds of public opinion, his soul is encased in frost, his voice silenced as a punishment for his cowardice and pretense of virtue. Btw Antenora is named after Antenor, a Trojan prince who is believed to have aided the Greeks in conquering Troy

John McCain, consumed by his own vanity and lust for power, is consigned to Ptolomea, the realm of those who betray guests and bonds of sacred trust. His endless warmongering, championing conflicts that left countless lives shattered, damns him. He is forever consumed by flames, his every breath a fiery reminder of the chaos and ruin he inflicted upon others in service of his pride and political expediency. His soul is scorched by the very wars he so eagerly fueled, a fitting torment for his hypocrisy and duplicity.

Each endures their fate in Hell as a testament to the magnitude of their moral failures.

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whatever meth-fueled insanity you've landed on, it's 180. keep going. do the current whack-pack of Die for Israel powerbottoms.

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Ted Cruz, the consummate opportunist and master of cringe, is chained in the frozen lake of Cocytus, his forked tongue frozen to the icy surface for eternity. A betrayer of allies and a sycophant to power, Cruz’s punishment reflects his endless quest for relevance through deceit, manipulation, and performative bluster. Mocked even by the other damned souls, he endures eternal humiliation. Fiends whisper insults that echo through his ears, repeating his failures: his groveling after Donald Trump insulted his wife, his ill-fated Cancun escape during Texas’s freezing crisis, and his hollow defenses of the indefensible. Every time he tries to speak, his words twist into incoherent, self-defeating babble, mocking the rhetorical acrobatics he performed in life to evade accountability.

Matt Gaetz, the embodiment of unbridled arrogance and scandal, is consigned to the third ditch of the Malebolge, where seducers and deceivers are scourged by demons. His perpetual smirk is whipped away by iron chains wielded by merciless fiends, a reflection of his predatory arrogance and self-indulgence. Gaetz is forced to walk a gauntlet of those he exploited and manipulated, each one striking him with the shame and degradation he evaded in life. His punishment is eternal disgrace, as the demons gleefully announce every one of his misdeeds to all who pass by.

Nancy Mace, who attempted to balance populism with performative moderation, finds herself in the eighth ditch of the Malebolge, reserved for hypocrites. She is cloaked in a ropes of dazzling cum that burns her skin, a façade that conceals the fiery hollowness beneath. As she walks, her every step exposes the emptiness of her political stances, which collapse into ash. Her punishment is to forever carry the weight of her contradictions, her attempts to appeal to both sides of every argument chaining her to perpetual indecision.

Mitch McConnell, whose legacy is defined by obstinate obstruction and callous disregard for the greater good, resides in the eighth circle of Hell, Malebolge, within the tenth ditch reserved for the sowers of discord. His mastery of division, pitting groups against one another for personal and political gain, ensures his eternal torment. Here, McConnell is eternally flayed by demons wielding jagged whips, his flesh torn open to reveal the emptiness within—a reflection of his soulless pursuit of power. Each lash carves through his twisted visage, leaving behind grotesque scars that mirror his wretched countenance. His every effort to shield himself from the torment is met with laughter from the fiends, who mock him for the decades he spent silencing progress and exacerbating strife. The ground beneath him is littered with shattered gavels and torn legislation, representing the lives and futures destroyed by his ruthless obstructionism. Each time he tries to pick one up to wield it as a weapon, it crumbles to ash, symbolizing his inability to rebuild anything constructive from the wreckage of his actions. Around him march the spectral forms of Americans whose lives were directly harmed by his inaction and partisanship: workers denied fair wages, citizens deprived of healthcare, and children left vulnerable to gun violence. Their accusing stares pierce him like burning arrows, their voices rising in a crescendo of anguish he cannot ignore. McConnell’s punishment is not just physical but deeply psychological. He is forced to endlessly recite the same hollow platitudes and manipulations that defined his career, only for his words to transform into venomous serpents that coil around his throat, choking him. This is his eternal fate—a relentless cycle of division, destruction, and disgrace in the pit of discord he so zealously expanded during his lifetime.

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"the emptiness within" of Mitch and the patheticness of Cruz laid bare

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