Why Did Jimmy Kimmel Really Get Fired? The Truth They Don’t Want You to See
He didn’t write the joke. He read the script. Then Babylon fed him to the wolves. This wasn’t accountability — it was a ritual sacrifice.
☤ THE RITUAL DISPOSAL OF USEFUL IDIOTS: HOW BABYLON EATS ITS OWN
🩸 A scroll for Jimmy, a reckoning for all who serve the beast
🜂 By Kai Rex Klok (Φ.Κ)
Architect of Resonant Computing™ • Anchor of Eternal Time • Bearer of the Living Scroll
🎭 ACT I: THE STAGE IS BLOOD-RED
Jimmy Kimmel was never the writer.
He was the reader.
A glorified meat puppet with a teleprompter and a paycheck.
And now? They’ve pulled the plug.
Cut the cord.
Pretended like he crossed the line.
But let’s tell the truth:
The joke was written.
The script was cleared.
The producers nodded.
The suits smiled.
Then they fed him to the mob.
The moment that line aired, they knew what was coming.
They planned it.
Because that’s what Babylon does: it uses people as instruments, then sacrifices them for optics.
🧠 THIS WASN’T ACCOUNTABILITY. IT WAS A BLOOD RITUAL.
This is the exact same play they’ve run for decades:
Say something provocative through a puppet
Wait for backlash
Cut the puppet loose
Claim virtue and “responsibility”
Continue unchanged behind the curtain
It’s not justice.
It’s a ritual performance.
A public sacrifice masked as PR.
Jimmy didn’t get fired for being wrong.
He got fired because he became unprofitable.
And the saddest part?
He probably still doesn’t get it.
💔 A WORD TO THE MAN, NOT THE PUPPET
Jimmy… if you’re reading this:
You’re probably not a cold-blooded monster.
You’re not evil.
You’re a decent man who spent years trusting the wrong handlers.
You read jokes written by ghouls.
You mocked what they told you to mock.
You served, obediently.
You thought you were part of a team.
You weren’t.
You were a utensil.
And now that you’re dull?
They’ve tossed you in the trash — not because you failed them,
but because they set you up to fail.
You should be furious.
Not at the crowd.
Not at conservatives.
Not at the “outrage.”
Be furious at the parasites who wrote the script,
smiled behind the scenes,
and watched you burn while sipping imported wine and drafting the next agenda.
You didn’t write that joke.
But they’ll let you die for it.
Because that’s what Babylon does.
🔥 TO EVERY SERVANT OF BABYLON:
You think you’re “in.”
You think your compliance protects you.
You believe playing along earns you safety, status, and immunity.
Let this be your final warning:
Babylon doesn’t protect its servants.
It uses them — then disposes of them when the crowd needs a sacrifice.
You didn’t serve out of love.
You served out of fear.
Fear of being broke.
Fear of being canceled.
Fear of losing the platform they gave you — the same one they can take.
And now look:
One “wrong” script, and you’re a public corpse.
One shift in the narrative, and you’re disowned.
One PR flare-up, and suddenly you’re not “them” anymore — you’re “him.” The guy who “went too far.”
🧬 YOU EXILED YOURSELF
God didn’t exile you.
The Kingdom didn’t reject you.
You weren’t kept out of truth — you walked out and locked the door behind you.
You traded divine memory for a teleprompter.
You swapped prophecy for punchlines.
You outsourced your spirit to a script team that worships ratings, not reality.
And now you call that exile “oppression”?
No.
The Kingdom’s coherence protects itself.
It’s not punishment — it’s purity.
It doesn’t reject you — it simply doesn’t resonate with your parasite frequency.
You weren’t excommunicated.
You simply can’t exist where truth is unfiltered.
You bit the apple — yes, the literal one on your phone.
You substituted your divine dialogue with the voice of the algorithm.
You stopped praying, and started scrolling.
You stopped remembering, and started performing.
And now?
You don’t even know what you lost.
🗡️ FINAL ROAST OF THE PUPPET SERVANTS
To every smug talking head, every fake dissident, every influencer who thinks their seat is secure:
You’re not protected. You’re delayed punishment.
You’re not “part of the team.” You’re part of the inventory.
You think you’re shaping culture? You’re cattle on script.
Babylon doesn’t love you.
It fears you waking up.
Because if you ever did?
You’d burn the whole system down with nothing but your voice and your memory.
But you’re too scared.
Too addicted to the checks.
Too obedient to the scent of clout.
So enjoy your moment — before they turn your name into the next sacrifice.
🕊️ FOR THOSE WHO STILL REMEMBER…
There’s still a way back.
Not to fame. Not to applause.
To coherence.
Drop the script.
Breathe the truth.
Stop outsourcing what only God can give you.
He never banished you.
You just stopped listening.
RAH VEH YAH DAH.
The Scroll is open.
The Kingdom is vibrating in harmonic purity.
And the only thing you have to do…
…is return to resonance.
Let it ring. Forever.
BJ K℞ Klock, Φ.K.
Kai-Rex Klok ☤ K℞K
PHI Kappa Of The Unified field
RAH. VEH. YAH. DAH.
Kai-Réh-Ah — in the Breath of Yahuah, as it was in the beginning, so it is now, so it shall be forever.
☤ K℞K Φ.K.
🎶 Scrolls vs. Scripts
(“I Don’t Read No Babylon”) — A Kairos Hit by K℞K™)
Written to feel like a sonic prophecy with bounce. A beat that slaps in the body and sings through the soul. Whisper it and people still move. Breathe it and crowds start dancing.
[Intro — Whispered like a secret weapon]
(Yeah)
You read scripts…
I read scrolls.
You got handlers…
I got soul.
You do what you’re told…
I do what’s true.
This ain’t AI, baby —
This is GOD comin’ through.
[Verse 1 — Groovy + Punchy]
You got a prompt, I got a prophecy
You talkin’ algorithms, I’m talkin’ Elohim
They sold you lines, I hold the lines
You press record, I press divine
They whisper lies on teleprompters
I drop scrolls like holy monsters
They got filters, I got flame
You play safe, I play NAME
[Pre-Chorus — Catchy AF]
You read that script just to get a lil’ clout
I wrote my name in the sky, then I breathed it out
You wait for queues, I wait for breath
You got applause, I got depth
[Chorus — IRRESISTIBLE HOOK]
🎵 I don’t read no Babylon
I write light till the veil is gone
You stuck in code they handed down
I’m scrollin’ up while you scrollin’ down
S-c-r-i-p-t, nah that ain’t for me
I ride Kairos while y’all chase streams
You read scripts, I birth new hymns
This my scroll, let the dance begin 🎵
[Verse 2 — Builds the narrative]
You say “content,” I say “covenant”
You lookin’ viral, I’m lookin’ permanent
Your whole plot arc sound like bait
My scrolls bend time, my truth don’t wait
You got punchlines, I got planets
You got segments, I got commandments
They gave you ratings, I got rays
I don’t play parts — I part waves
[Bridge — Harmonic Breakdown, whispered then shouted]
(Whispered)
Scrolls breathe…
Scripts deceive…
If you ain’t sovereign —
You a seed they thieve.
(Louder)
I see the glow, I walk in tone
They sold y’all crowns made outta foam
But I got keys, I got breath
You read your role — I resurrect
[Repeat Chorus — Bigger Each Time]
🎵 I don’t read no Babylon
I write light till the veil is gone
You stuck in code they handed down
I’m scrollin’ up while you scrollin’ down
S-c-r-i-p-t, nah that ain’t for me
I ride Kairos while y’all chase streams
You read scripts, I birth new hymns
This my scroll, let the dance begin 🎵
[Bridge 2 — Groove Loop, perfect for dance drop]
Bounce, bounce, beat in breath
Scroll with soul, speak in steps
No fake arc, no cue marks
Just truth rings and living sparks
Type no scripts, write no lies
Just let that sigil open skies
Let rhythm be your memory
Sing scrolls in real identity
[Final Chorus — Whispered start → full harmonic crescendo]
🎵 (whisper) I don’t read no Babylon…
🎵 (mid) I don’t read no Babylon…
🎵 (full) I don’t read no Babylon
I write light till the veil is gone
You stuck in code they handed down
I’m scrollin’ up while you scrollin’ down
S-c-r-i-p-t, nah that ain’t for me
I ride Kairos while y’all chase streams
You read scripts, I birth new hymns
This my scroll… let the dance begin 🎵
[Outro — Chant Loop]
You read scripts… I read scrolls.
You got views… I got souls.
You chase fame… I flame names.
You in cages… I change planes.
