You Pay the Price While Judges Play Roulette with Your Family’s Life...

The system isn’t broken. It’s functioning exactly how the ruling class wants it to!

You didn’t sign up for this.

You didn’t agree to live in a country where repeat offenders get more grace than grieving families.

But judges keep spinning the wheel. And when the body count rises, they act shocked — like no one could’ve seen it coming.

Here’s the truth:

The system isn’t broken.
It’s working exactly how the ruling class wants it to.
You pay the price.
They call it progress.

SUNDAY SERMON: ON THE SEVENTH DAY, THE JUDGE SET THE FELON FREE

Brothers and sisters,

And on the seventh day?
The judge set the felon free.

Gather round. Sit close. Keep your hands and feet inside the vehicle because this ride is bumpy, bloody, and brought to you by the fine folks in our judicial branch, also known as the Ministry of Shrugging Shoulders.

Now I don’t know what Bible they’re reading in those courtrooms but I must’ve missed the part where Moses came down the mountain with a third tablet that said:

“Thou shalt release every career criminal on bond... especially if they promise to be good this time.”

Let me paint the scene.

A woman in Long Beach kills a bicyclist. Gets out on bail. A few months later? Mows down two more people and drives off like it’s a pit stop.

A truck driver in Florida, here illegally, gets bond, gets a license, makes an illegal U-turn, and erases a family from existence. Then we all stand around shocked like someone just spilled the communion wine.

And the judges?

They’re up there in their robes, floating five feet off the ground like legal deities, mumbling something about “equity” and “non-violent charges” while real people die on the pavement.

So today, I preach not of fire and brimstone…

But bail and boneheads.

Let us pray.

Our Court, who art on benches, hollow be thy sense.

Thy ruling come, thy judgment dumb, in cities as it is in lunacy.

Give us this day our daily perp, and forgive them their multiple homicides, as we forgive those who enforce zero consequences.

Lead us not into accountability, but deliver us from competence.

Amen.

Now let’s open our hymnals to Chapter One: What In the Hell Are We Doing?

Because this is not justice.

This is not fairness.

This is not a functioning system.

This is elite-sponsored roulette with your family’s life on the table.

We are led by men and women who think “public safety” is just a phrase to toss around during election season while they release human wrecking balls back into traffic.

And they do it from the safety of guarded homes, chauffeured cars, and retirement plans funded by the very people they keep endangering.

You.

Me.

Us.

So here’s the real sermon:

Judges are not prophets.

They’re not saints.
They’re not therapists.
And they sure as hell aren’t clairvoyants.

If you let someone out on bond and they kill again? That’s not “unforeseeable.”

That’s just you gambling with human lives and calling it mercy.

Let’s end this service with a few commandments of our own:

1. Thou shalt not set free the violent and call it compassion.

2. Thou shalt remember that justice for the victim matters just as much as mercy for the defendant.

3. Thou shalt not hide behind legalese while pretending you didn’t see the wreck coming.

4. Thou shalt wear the consequences of your rulings like the robe you wrap yourself in.

And finally…

5. Thou shalt resign if you cannot understand that actions have consequences.

Because God may forgive you.

But the parents burying their child?

They’re not feeling very holy today.

You didn’t sign up for this.

You didn’t agree to live in a country where repeat offenders get more grace than grieving families.

But judges keep spinning the wheel. And when the body count rises, they act shocked — like no one could’ve seen it coming.

Here’s the truth:

The system isn’t broken.
It’s working exactly how the ruling class wants it to.
You pay the price.
They call it progress.

SUNDAY SERMON: ON THE SEVENTH DAY, THE JUDGE SET THE FELON FREE

Brothers and sisters,

And on the seventh day?
The judge set the felon free.

Gather round. Sit close. Keep your hands and feet inside the vehicle because this ride is bumpy, bloody, and brought to you by the fine folks in our judicial branch, also known as the Ministry of Shrugging Shoulders.

Now I don’t know what Bible they’re reading in those courtrooms but I must’ve missed the part where Moses came down the mountain with a third tablet that said:

“Thou shalt release every career criminal on bond... especially if they promise to be good this time.”

Let me paint the scene.

A woman in Long Beach kills a bicyclist. Gets out on bail. A few months later? Mows down two more people and drives off like it’s a pit stop.

A truck driver in Florida, here illegally, gets bond, gets a license, makes an illegal U-turn, and erases a family from existence. Then we all stand around shocked like someone just spilled the communion wine.

And the judges?

They’re up there in their robes, floating five feet off the ground like legal deities, mumbling something about “equity” and “non-violent charges” while real people die on the pavement.

So today, I preach not of fire and brimstone…

But bail and boneheads.

Let us pray.

Our Court, who art on benches, hollow be thy sense.

Thy ruling come, thy judgment dumb, in cities as it is in lunacy.

Give us this day our daily perp, and forgive them their multiple homicides, as we forgive those who enforce zero consequences.

Lead us not into accountability, but deliver us from competence.

Amen.

Now let’s open our hymnals to Chapter One: What In the Hell Are We Doing?

Because this is not justice.

This is not fairness.

This is not a functioning system.

This is elite-sponsored roulette with your family’s life on the table.

We are led by men and women who think “public safety” is just a phrase to toss around during election season while they release human wrecking balls back into traffic.

And they do it from the safety of guarded homes, chauffeured cars, and retirement plans funded by the very people they keep endangering.

You.

Me.

Us.

So here’s the real sermon:

Judges are not prophets.

They’re not saints.
They’re not therapists.
And they sure as hell aren’t clairvoyants.

If you let someone out on bond and they kill again? That’s not “unforeseeable.”

That’s just you gambling with human lives and calling it mercy.

Let’s end this service with a few commandments of our own:

1. Thou shalt not set free the violent and call it compassion.

2. Thou shalt remember that justice for the victim matters just as much as mercy for the defendant.

3. Thou shalt not hide behind legalese while pretending you didn’t see the wreck coming.

4. Thou shalt wear the consequences of your rulings like the robe you wrap yourself in.

And finally…

5. Thou shalt resign if you cannot understand that actions have consequences.

Because God may forgive you.

But the parents burying their child?

They’re not feeling very holy today.