The evangelical apocalyptic death cult must be hitting a fever pitch over this ‘unholy trifecta’ of Iranian conflict, Purim, and a blood moon. I can imagine them vibrating with joy. It’s a bit of a triggering flashback, also —a vivid reminder of the endless hours I spent enduring this garbage at my in-laws' when I first arrived in Canada. This isn’t theology or prophesy; it’s a spiritual fetishization of war and catastrophe —a melding of fearful, bad-faith politics with equally bad eschatology.