The Skeleton President and the Season of Chaos
By Shane Cashman
Soon, our skeleton president will oversee his final day of American annihilation from inside his heavily guarded mausoleum—or as others like to call it: the White House.
Once Donald J. Trump is inaugurated, the administrative state will, once and for all, sweep Joe Biden’s bones back into the casket from which they were reassembled.
This doesn’t mean we’ve triumphed over the evils in American politics, nor does it mean that the sinister political theater we’ve been hostage to is over. It just means the theatrics will mutate—and we’ll get whiplash from the psychotic speed of news. (Look at how fast we went from Luigi Mangione and mystery drones to ISIS attacks and exploding Cybertrucks.)
Reality itself has been mutilated beyond recognition and paraded around like an Ed Gein skinsuit. This isn’t unique to 2025, it’s been happening for ages, but now that the Internet has condensed the whole world into a small digital village, the fear rituals, both domestic and foreign, have all become local.
Joe Biden himself, as he decays before our very eyes, has become an allegory for this reality. He is the ultimate Rorschach test. On one hand, we have “the best Biden ever.” On the other, he is the rotting face of the American demoralization campaign.
Some choose to see a capable commander in chief in whom the American people find confidence in dark times, or, if you’re like me, you see a meth-laced cadaver, a giant earthworm with arms and legs wearing a suit and a diaper, or a pharmaceutical Frankenstein leaking mucus and grey matter.
In my opinion, watching Joe Biden give any speech is like watching Soviet scientists reanimate a dead dog’s decapitated head.
Obviously, Joe Biden commanded nothing. He exhibited zero strength. He was merely a vessel for the demon state to perform literal and spiritual violence. It was through him that they were able to accelerate the controlled collapse of America. To instigate then downplay the assaults on religion. To make Americans out to be domestic terrorists—all while eroding our borders and looting our paychecks to fund their favorite wars.
They priced us out of the American Dream and replaced it with a wasteland of nihilism.
This is the consequence of an unacceptable reality. Our dying institutions have been trying to force feed us this fraudulent reality for quite some time now. They tell us bad is good, crime is justice, silence is violence—but words are also violence, sin is virtue, ugly is beautiful, lies are truth, and that all our conspiracy theories are simply the byproduct of doing our own research. God forbid.
As bad as it’s gotten, I think this blatant assault on reality has been a blessing. As psychological operations become comically obvious, more people are beginning to look around and realize that we live in a far darker, far stranger, far more depraved world than most would like to admit. That also means, for many people, they’re beginning to see that as equally depraved the world is, it’s equally beautiful. I’ve seen a revival of faith in God. The lockdowns accelerated this, but the last four years of seeing a skeleton president misinterpret reality, economy, war, and tragedy, made it impossible for many to look away—and turned many towards God. Sometimes it takes confronting evil to find faith in the ultimate Good. Sure—there are still a ton of soft-handed pharma-brain headline junkies who make all the mental loopholes they have to to maintain the reality where they’re still the good guys.
This past election wasn’t just a referendum on policy, it was a referendum on the war of opposing realities. The false reality that flowed from Biden’s White House was overly curated, heavily edited, deceptively filtered like an influencer’s face, deepfaked, cheapfaked, and shielded by the Media and Military Industrial Complex.
Remember Biden’s inauguration? It looked about as real as the moon landing. If it felt like you were watching a scene from a bad movie, it’s because that was when the unacceptable reality got the keys to the White House (again).
We know there is no distinction between Hollywood and D.C. Nearly every political moment of outrage reeks of theater. See: January 6 outrage, George Floyd riots, Jussie Smollett, Ghost of Kiev, etc.
Meanwhile, we’ve memory-holed Maui.
That’s because the political elite only use the dead bodies of the victim-class they currently love the most to use as human shields to promote their deranged policy—and these policies become the scaffolding that they use to reinforce their unacceptable reality.
I mean, Joe Biden literally got booster shots in a fake Oval Office. It was one big expensive commercial for the same pharmaceutical companies that run commercials on all the corporate TV news programs that enabled Biden and the four years of his unacceptable reality.
In terms of the archetype, Trump’s second inauguration seems like the third and final act in his story. He got the mug shot. He dodged the bullets. He won the popular and the electoral vote, and the inauguration should be the party at the end of the movie. But it also feels like the beginning of the next phase of chaos.
Remember when NASA launched rockets at the solar eclipse last year? They named it Project APEP, short for Atmospheric Perturbations around Eclipse Path. Apep is also the ancient god of darkness and chaos.
If you know anything about the history of NASA, this type of thing might not surprise you. Perhaps it’s nothing. Maybe they just wanted to launch rockets towards a solar eclipse to study the sky, maybe it wasn’t to appease their false gods of darkness and chaos.
I believe chaos will be the word of the year in 2025.
January 1, 2025 saw a terrorist drive through a crowd in New Orleans; a remotely detonated Cybertruck outside the Trump Tower in Las Vegas; and a mass shooting in Queens. It’s still too early to know the facts of any of these tragedies. But we should already be asking questions such as was the terrorist a sleeper cell or a false flag or both? We need to remind ourselves that no matter how much the authorities and the news try to scare everyone, we know that they are capable of anything to maintain control.
It’s not hard to imagine this chaos increasing as we get closer to Trump’s inauguration. I imagine an attempt to force Trump into a guarded or even secret inauguration. Though, he will most likely decline this to show strength, to set the tone for his administration—in stark contrast to Biden’s party of hypochondriacs. But I see the turbulence used against him by the administrative state—to weaken him before he, hopefully, cleans out Biden’s mausoleum.
Conspiracy theories went mainstream in 2024. People liked to joke that we’d run out of conspiracy theories. What I think is happening is that the administrative state is letting many of the old conspiracy theories get publicly confirmed as a distraction, while they plan new diabolical conspiracies.
Just wait for the drones to return. Will they be used in a Project Blue Beam scenario? Will they invade the inauguration? Will they be piloted by demons or will they be holograms or will they be sent by the so-called Iranian Mothership? Or are they just drones sent into the sky by the surveillance state in a bid to induce fear to increase DoD spending? I have a hunch that it’s somehow all the above—and some others I have yet to consider.
Elon Musk and Donald Trump might be on good terms now, but I don’t know how long that relationship will last. If it does sour, which I think it might before the end of Trump’s first term, if not even before January 20, then Trump would have to contend with a thin skinned and vindictive Cyborg Tyrant who could weaponize AI against the administration and the rest of us. (I think this was his plan all along. Don’t get me wrong, Twitter’s fun, but everything we say is getting fed into Optimus the Robot’s brain.)
It would suck to have to fight a war against Elon’s robots and the fake aliens.
Or, hey, maybe 2025 will be the calmest year on record. No weather manipulation. No false flags. A moratorium on chaos.
It would be nice, but it’s an unrealistic thought. Chaos grows exponentially.
2024 was the kind of year where the first ever suicide pod malfunctioned, and its employees, allegedly, had to go in to finish the job by hand. We had widespread cell phone outages. Airplanes disintegrated midair. Illegal aliens were gifted debit cards in New York. Natural disasters and unnatural disasters. There were multiple articles warning of an Internet Apocalypse. Joe Biden said cannibals ate his uncle.
I could go on, but you get the idea.
We should prepare to withstand the chaos in 2025.
Our nation has become a horror factory. Everything has fallen victim to the horrors—individuals and reality itself. We’re overexposed to mass-produced horror.
In 2024, I bounced around between L.A., Austin, Dallas, NY, Vegas, and West Virginia, and I’ve had the pleasure of talking to many taxi drivers, hotel clerks, waiters, some teachers, small business owners, and fellow parents ranging in age from twenties to sixties, who live and or work in these cities, or in the surrounding suburbs or rural areas, and the general consensus is we’re all getting absolutely crushed by this economy and striving for resilience despite long phases of hopelessness. Everyone is treading water. The middle and lower class are under attack on every possible front—that is, whatever’s left of the middle class—while the power class keeps picking our pockets to sustain their power and bloodlust.
Everyone is wondering what it will take to survive. Personally, and nationally.
Look, I’m glad the Biden-Kamala-Obama-Clinton locomotive from hell lost the 2024 election, but I’m also confident that no politician will fix the spiritual bankruptcy of this country. Real impactful change will only come from within the individual and then move outward, rather than waiting on some politician to lift the dark spell cast over the country.
I know this: the revolving door of tragedy stops at nothing. Those who won’t make it will reject risk and hardship. They will fold in the face of doom. They will become the perfect candidates for the metaverse and the suicide pods that the enemies of humanity would love to sell to you.
This freak show we’ve inherited is always ending and always beginning—and knowing this shouldn’t make our time here any less valuable. In fact, I’ll argue that the chaos only heightens the beauty that we are blessed to experience while we’re here, so long as you figure out a way to navigate the chaos. I navigate it as best I can with prayer and discernment.
Joe Biden made it easy to identify the people who want to extinguish prosperity, legacy, and the family unit. Not just because his long career of being a lying, plagiarizing, child-sniffing, corrupt thug—but also because he has a skeleton face that can unhinge its jaw like a snake when he speaks.
All of this chaos, the war of opposing realities, politics and culture too, it boils down to something that might sound too reductive for some people, but it’s the war that has laid the foundation for everything we are up against.
It’s good vs evil.
And those who will survive will reject the culture of nihilism. They will reject the unacceptable reality. They will rebuke evil. They will set a precedent of strength in cruel times, and they will see to it that life continues.
