Sanctimonious, Self-Righteous, and Full of Shit

You want to sit there in your pews every Sunday, clutching your Bibles, eyes closed, hands in the air, swaying like you’re plugged straight into the divine? You cry about saving souls and loving your neighbor, but the second you walk out those church doors, it’s back to business as usual: hate, greed, and gutting every single safety net that keeps people from starving in the streets. You talk about being pro-life, but you don’t give a damn if that kid dies hungry or sick as long as you didn’t have to pay for it.

You love to scream that America is a Christian nation. Really? Where the hell did Jesus say to cut food stamps and let kids go hungry? Where did he say to hoard wealth while people sleep on concrete? You worship a guy who flipped tables when the temple became a marketplace, but you’ve turned his message into a get-rich-quick scheme wrapped in red, white, and blue. Jesus said to give away your riches to the poor, but somehow you’ve twisted that into “Give tax breaks to the billionaires.” You’re not followers—you’re frauds.

You wave your crucifixes and say America needs to get back to its Christian roots, but those roots you’re talking about? They’re roots of genocide and slavery, baptized in the name of manifest destiny. You’ll shout “In God We Trust” from the rooftops but fight tooth and nail to make sure refugees and migrants—actual human beings fleeing for their lives—get treated like vermin at the border. You know what Jesus said about the stranger? “I was a stranger and you welcomed me.” But you? You’re building walls, you’re throwing tear gas, you’re locking kids in cages. Then you crawl back into your pews and pat yourselves on the back for being such good Christians.

And let’s talk about your so-called “family values.” You don’t give a damn about families. You support politicians who rip healthcare away from millions and then pretend you’re on a holy mission to save babies. Newsflash: real family values mean supporting families after the babies are born, not just forcing women to give birth. But that doesn’t fit your narrative, does it? Because it’s not about life—it’s about control. You want to drag women back into the dark ages where their bodies are your business, all the while praying for God’s blessing on your hypocrisy.

You love to cry persecution when Starbucks doesn’t print “Merry Christmas” on a cup, but you’ll sit in stony silence when a Black church gets burned to the ground or a synagogue is defaced with swastikas. You think you’re oppressed when someone challenges your right to shove your faith into public policy, but when it’s a Muslim or a Jew asking for the same respect, suddenly it’s a problem. You don’t want religious freedom. You want religious supremacy.

And let’s not forget how you love to scream about protecting children—as long as they’re straight, white, and Christian. LGBTQ youth? You’d rather see them dead than affirmed. You support politicians who strip away their rights, who ban books that might make them feel seen, and you call it “protecting family values.” You’re not protecting shit. You’re condemning kids to despair and suicide while you’re busy playing morality police. You preach love, but your version of love is suffocating, cruel, and conditional.

Remember when Jesus said to pray in private? Said not to make a big show of your piety? You’ve turned that on its head, haven’t you? You’re out here broadcasting your faith like it’s a goddamn campaign slogan, shoving your beliefs into legislation while ignoring the actual teachings you claim to follow. You talk about the sanctity of marriage, but you’ve lined up behind politicians who’ve cheated, lied, paid off porn stars, and bragged about grabbing women by the pussy. But they’ll protect your right to discriminate, so suddenly their sins don’t matter.

Fucking hypocrites.

You’ll cheer on guys like Greg Abbott and Ron DeSantis, who wield their power like a club, stripping rights from anyone who doesn’t fit their mold, and call it Christian leadership. You’re so blinded by your need to feel righteous that you’ll follow any demagogue who says the magic words: God. Freedom. America. Meanwhile, they’re robbing you blind and laughing behind your back, but hey—at least they hate the same people you do, right?

And when someone calls you out, you pull the martyr card—cry about how Christians are under attack, how you’re being silenced. You’re not being silenced—you’re being called out for being hypocritical, small-minded, and cruel. You don’t want equality. You want dominance. You want everyone to live by your rules while you twist the teachings of a radical, love-preaching carpenter into a hammer to crush anyone who doesn’t fit your narrow worldview.

You love to say “What would Jesus do?” Here’s what he wouldn’t do: He wouldn’t kick refugees to the curb. He wouldn’t cheer for cops beating protesters. He wouldn’t hoard money while the sick and poor suffer. He wouldn’t demonize people for who they love or how they live. And he sure as hell wouldn’t stand with a bunch of self-righteous hypocrites who stomp on the oppressed and then claim it’s in his name.

So go ahead. Keep spewing your sanctimonious bullshit. Keep pretending you’re the moral backbone of this country while you stomp on the very people Jesus would have been walking with. You’re not Christians—you’re hypocrites with a persecution complex and a taste for cruelty. You’re not following Christ—you’re just hiding behind him while you push your twisted agenda.

And when the history books look back on this era, they’re not going to remember you as holy warriors. They’re going to remember you as the ones who sold out compassion for power, who traded love for hate, who swapped Jesus for a cross wrapped in the American flag. You’ve turned faith into a weapon, and one day, you’re gonna have to answer for that.

Jesus wasn’t some meek, soft-spoken doormat. He was radical, fierce, and unflinchingly honest. So yeah—maybe he wouldn’t drop the F-bomb, but his message would be loud, clear, and unrelenting: Stop pretending your hate is holy. Stop using my name to justify your selfishness. And if you can’t figure that out, then yeah, maybe he’d give you the message you needed.

—fuck you.