I incorporate Bryan Fuller’s visionary reinterpretation of Thomas Harris’s work into an esoteric exploration of what leftism can accomplish in the face of fascist catastrophe. You think Hannibal Lecter is real. We are not the same.

While you were getting distracted by sharks I was revealing how Trump Tower was an occult ritual to be consumed by your own name and turned into a qlippoth of the twentieth century. And now that the world is on fire and the barbarians are at the gate you have the audacity to come to me for help?