From the very talented mind of Christopher Loring Knowles ... There is a reason they are nicknamed the NFLim.. (Nephilim - Giants of old)

You absolutely must go to the link to see all of the photos to really understand the links.

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Shocker! PhilaeDelphi Vegas Win Super Bowl! Unexpected!

After watching the Super Bowl tonight I came to the realization there are only two possibilities: either I am in a coma and you're all part of my coma-dream, or Reality as we once knew it is indeed dead and buried, kaput, over, done with.

The Philae-Delphi Vegas beat the New Atlantis Baphomets in a game marked by calls so surreal and inexplicable that the normally-staid and conventional team of Al Michaels and Chris Collinsworth couldn't quite believe that they were seeing, and let everyone know in no uncertain terms. And even they missed another howler.

Poor guys. They weren't copied on the memo announcing Reality's untimely passing.

No one seemed to tell them that the poster up top there pretty much spelled out who was going to win, by depicting an Eagle as a giant and a Patriot as a Blue Man standing in front of a black pyramid with an illuminated capstone.

I think you probably recognize the illuminated black pyramid as Luxor Las Vegas, and are sick of me reminding you that "Vega" actually means "falling eagle."

Note downward orientation of Eagles logo.

After several deadly-boring hours of nonstop shenanigans we had the traditional ritual procession of the Sacred Phallic Idol of Conquest, which many of the victorious Vegas leaned over to kiss and fondle.

Surely the Sacred Phallic Idol will bless the Vegas and fill them with the strength to crush their opponents, see their enemies driven before them and to hear the lamentations of their women.

Adore the Idol, Vegas. Let it plant the seeds of triumph inside you.

Do note the final tally, in which the Baphomets lost to the Vegas by a score of 41-33. The Vegas could well have gone for another field goal but got a little cocky towards the end. I think they were all anxious to kiss the idol and lost focus.

Either way, I hope they won't be thrown back into Tartarus for failing to reach the All-Important 44.

Since both teams beat the Atlantis Falcons, this Super Bowl announced that the Age of Horus is over and all the Illuminist and Masonic symbolism-- 33 and Baphomet and the rest of that fusty old bother-- has fallen before the all-consuming majesty of the Vegas.

We got this message loud and clear with this Dodge Ram ad; Baphomet (or Pan or Jupiter Amonn or whomever) was built to serve. Serve the Vegas.

Either way, the game got so tedious that I worked on my iPad during play and only paid attention during the commericals.

And they sucked ass too.

It was pretty much wall-to-wall Globalist propaganda from start to finish. I was wondering if I got trapped in a VR remake of Rollerball or Logan's Run because it was one hive-mind message after the next, with the odd AI horror story blended into the witches' brew.

And some overripe One World Religion messaging too, such as in this Toyota ad in which a Rabbi, a priest, an imam and a Buddhist monk learn to find surcease from their ancient superstitious squabbles in the all-consuming spectacles of the NFLim.

Toyota's new slogan is literally "We're All One Team." Which they actually borrowed from Hillary Clinton.

No, seriously.

Not sure if they were riding in a Toyota Isis.

Or an ISIS Toyota.

Hyundai got in the act by recasting TSA airport scanners as "Hope Detectors," in a spot that deftly whitewashed police-state tactics.

Underneath the politically-correct pandering you could hear the stolid voice of John Houseman telling us all that the Super Bowl was indeed created to demonstrate the futility of individual effort. And the game must do its work.