Damage Reports : People of the Lie

Sacred Damage: The Cost of Prophecy

"Hitler and Stalin were amateurs. Prophets built systems."

This episode of PHUCT FABLES tackles the highest level of trauma: the kind written in sacred code.

We ask: What if the deepest wounds in civilization didn't come from dictators, but from the prophets?

Strip away the halos and examine the consequences of revelation—from the justification of slavery and oppression of women, to the psychological warfare of eternal punishment.

This is a blistering critique of divine authority, obedience, and the moral license that allows bloodshed and deep, intergenerational psychological control.

If we want healing, we need to stop kneeling.

(CW: Religious trauma, historical violence, oppression.)

PHUCT FABLES: The Man-Shaped Ashtray

Tonight, the violence is internal. This is the horror of codependency, where a desperate search for connection becomes an act of self-harm.

Host Steve tears open the ugliest truth about abandoning yourself for someone else and calling it love. He became her "man-shaped ashtray"—used, burned, and disposable—mistaking trespass for truth and cowardice for desire.

WARNING: Themes of self-harm, codependency, and emotional abuse.

Are you performing recovery when you're just begging to be wanted? The cost of "home" is about to bankrupt you. Pity is not foreplay. It's the scaffold for the executioner.

The jury bought the lie. The law set him free. But the truth of what happened that cold night in Hobart follows an older, darker code.

In this Twisted Tale, we dive into a chilling confession: a man charged with an accidental killing recounts the real story—a brutal, inherited philosophy born in the trenches of the Somme. The narrator reveals the moment he felt his Grandfather’s curse flow through him, delivering a verdict the court could never comprehend.

Ask yourself: What price would you pay to settle a score the law won't touch? The verdict isn't the point. The bullet is. Unforgettable, raw, and absolutely unforgiving.

WARNING: Graphic violence, cruelty, strong language

Imagine a recovery meeting where they rewrite the opening script to be “trauma-informed.” A woman with missing teeth and good intentions reads the new line and says, “Wow, this is a bit of a mouthful.”
The room freezes. Half the men hear an innocent idiom. The other half (me included) hear a blowjob joke from 1997.
I mutter, “I’d give her a mouthful.” Someone laughs. Someone storms out. We pray anyway.

This isn’t about cancel culture. It’s about the predator that never leaves the room just because you got sober. It’s about how language is a loaded gun, and recovery only teaches you to hide it under the chair instead of pulling the trigger.

Raw, filthy, uncomfortably honest: one man’s confession that the thoughts don’t stop just because the drinking did. If you’ve ever sat in the back row terrified of your own mind, this one’s for you. Hit play. You already know the slogan: keep coming back… it works if you work it. Even when “it” is the ugliest truth you’ve never shared out loud.

WARNING: UNHOLY TRUTH. Meet Pope Leo XIV: smiling, sanctified rot wrapped in humble robes. This isn't renewal—it’s an open casket dressed in incense. We expose the "sacred decay" at the heart of the Neo-Roman Mausoleum.

The doctrine is simple: Rape and slaughter are forgivable sins; private pleasure is cosmic heresy. Leo is the new spiritual asset manager, scrubbing reputations, laundering lies, and protecting the hierarchy. Confessionals double as surveillance booths, and shame is weaponized as control.

This Church won't protect —it protects tradition.

Lavender sprayed over centuries of blood, semen, and silence.

WARNING: NSFW. When a woman hides her sexual past, it's not deceit—it's survival. Society hands her a rap sheet the moment she spreads her legs for anyone but you. This sermon from the confessional booth reveals the cheat code: to get her truth, you must trade judgment for fetish.

We track the escalation from a tame story to the director's cut: crying in the shower because pleasure felt like sin, wedding-ring chill against another man's shaft. Your hard-on becomes her absolution. The final gift is not a story, but the integration of her history into your hunger—a "Baptism by Boner." Lock the shame in a drawer and watch the floodgates blow. Life can be wet and hard.

WARNING: NSFW. I thought I won the lottery: a public queen, private skank, custom-built to stroke my ego. We made a joke of it—until I wore her out. She stopped playing the part, leaving me to face the bill: I was the real fuck-doll, dancing to a script I thought I wrote. This is a story of consumption, emotional failure, and the cruel comedy of a fantasy curdled. Click to hear the silence.

A man’s enemies will be those of his own household." My wharfie dad lived by it. He taught me to punch walls (find the stud first) and how to never love again ("That awful feeling? Never feel that."). A raw eulogy to a man who saw women as disposable and violence as efficient. This episode unbuilds the lessons of a fist-happy life. DARK. BRUTAL. CLICK WITH CAUTION.

The High-Functioning Ogre: Addiction masked depression; sobriety built a beautiful prison. Step Zero reveals the monster running the show is competence. Therapy's useless—feelings are marketing budgets. Kill the part that needs peace. Bleed better.

Dating’s not broken—it’s a savage meritocracy. Women gatekeep, men evolve or die. My therapist says it’s toxic. You decide. #PhuctFables