“Quid est veritas?” – Pontius Pilate
All prudent men ought to ask themselves one crucial existential question: Do I reside in a living Hell?
Catholic author Augustine Virgil endeavors to assist us with this pressing inquiry by delineating many of the possible Hells facing 21st-century folks. In his book, Inferno: A Journey Through Modern Hell in Search of Eternal Truth (2025), Virgil, like the poet from whom he derives his surname, guides his readers through a tour of several layers of today’s vast hellscape.
Yes, it’s Dante’s Inferno all over again!
However, this time the descent into fiery Hell is more akin to a bus trip through socio-political Crazytown, featuring all of our loveable secular politicians and media figures. This adaptation of the dreadful Inferno furnishes so many miserable absurdities throughout the worst elements of society: blue-haired, Starbucks-drinking communists, pseudo-conservatives, know-it-all conspiracy theorists, sodomites, Neo-Nazis, and beyond.
I shall preview these joyless attractions and encourage you to explore them further by grabbing Mr. Virgil’s humorous descriptions, dialogues, and other narrative, composed almost entirely in medieval-style prose.
While I believe this book is most suitable for readers who are familiar with conspiracy theories, alternative media, popular esoterica, and the “deep state,” Virgil explains everything well enough to satisfy even newcomers to fringe politics. After all, these topics aren’t so esoteric any longer, following the precipitous collapse of Western Civilization, lo these recent decades.
This book may challenge you to discern whether you have trapped yourself in any of the ridiculous modern paradigms or egregores. Just be sure not to despair, for there is a means of escape.
So, here goes my analysis of Inferno, but before I begin, don’t forget you can save on your purchase of this book by trying my promo link: ZOMBIE for a $.025 discount. Woo hoo for savings!
Ah, never mind. I suffered a momentary lapse into Queen Candace mode (more on her later). Verily, her majesty doth imbue me with an insatiable thirst for mammon and folly.
Anyway, let us commence with a brief review of Inferno by Augustine Virgil.
Touring the Inferno: Classical Writing Style
It behooves me to warn potential readers that Virgil writes this book in an archaic, medieval style, and magnificently so, with no shortage of Old English terminology, foreign to anyone unaccustomed to older literature. The author either possesses an exemplary classical education, or he somehow trained a large language model to amalgamate the writing styles of Homer, Virgil, Shakespeare, Dante, and other literary giants. I suspect the former.
So, regarding his writing style, some may not appreciate that the wording and syntax do not confine themselves to the pedestrian 7th-grade reading level, appropriate for common Americans. It’s not the typical short-sentence Hemingway-fest saturated in most articles and blogs nowadays. Therefore, certain audiences may find it more profitable to spend more time hopping on pop as an alternative pleasure.
This book, instead, follows the same premises as Dante’s Divine Comedy, where the poet Virgil guides an un-named “traveler” (instead of Dante) through many miserable elements of the world, hoping to discover eternal truth. Suffice to say, they’re forced to look in all the wrong places, leaving the naïve traveler frequently seduced by the snares of charismatic figures with ulterior motives.
Also, those who’ve read the original Divine Comedy will notice that Augustine Virgil narrates the Hadean journey backwards from that classical piece, beginning with the worse levels of Hell, before reaching the less accursed realms. I won’t specifically address every hellish rung, but offer a few highlights.
The Vicious & Tiresome Right-Left Dialectic
Two of the worst rungs of earthly Hell are home to those who’ve espoused the grave errors of either the political Left or Right. The author concludes that both blue-haired, overweight white chicks and MAGAtards worship a diversity of miserable idols: material wealth, “daily communion” on Zoloft or Ambien, the vapid “wisdom” of Jordan B. Peterson, transgenderism, and so forth.
Virgil, like other commentators, explains the dialectic concept behind most of the futile conflicts plaguing contemporary politics, including its origins in Jewish Kabbalah. Denizens of both the communist and false conservative infernal rungs comprehend the imbecility of their adversaries, but have no self-awareness of their faults.
Among the deranged communists, the author lampoons their self-righteousness by depicting them as zealots who cast their foes into the Pit of Canceldom for any deviation from their society’s lengthy manual on How to Be a Decent Human Being. He also cites specific episodes where public figures “fall from grace” and succumb to the justice of the hyper-punitive communists. This was, for instance, the fate of infamous rapper Sean Combs, who “was venerated as triune” under the names Great Diddy, Puffed Daddy, and P-Diddy.
Of course, were that insanity not enough, the adherents to the other side of the dialectic, the Great Trump’s loyalists, behave much the same, albeit in somewhat less draconian fashion. While the conservative section of the inferno titillates red-blooded men with luxuries like beer, Big Macs, “grillin’, political pep rallies, and gold, anyone who doubts the Great Trump, or discovers his futility, is bound to encounter the full wrath of Alex Jones going ballistic with an AR-45.
Whether we speak of communists or conservatives, dissent is always intolerable.
Finally, the reader discovers that in either the right-wing or left-wing version of the American political Inferno, all inhabitants suffer (knowingly or otherwise) under the wicked banner of “Usury, Sodomy, and Abortion” (USA). In fact, Virgil and the traveler notice that even the Great Trump bears an insidious USA emblem on his forehead after things go sour in their encounter with him.
These leftist/rightist horrors (among several others) lead Virgil to warn readers against the dangers of aligning oneself with either the lesser or greater of two evils, especially when it becomes impossible to distinguish one from the other.
The Manosphere: Nazis, Sodomites, & Chaos Magicians
I’ve touched upon the concept of a “manosphere” sparsely throughout my previous articles, like when I wrote about mind control and so-called “pick-up-artistry.” That, however, is only one component of a broader community or movement, having developed around an (understandable) animosity against modern American women.
Virgil depicts one Hellish rung dedicated to a divided men’s colony consisting of aspiring Ubermensches, involuntary celibates, fitness fanatics, and chaos magicians. The latter is exactly what one can expect from political shapeshifters, like Nick Fuentes, the notorious involuntary celibate, and on-again, off-again Trump ally.
He opposes the other ruler of this Hellish community, the Bronze Age Pervert (BAP), who has a virile penchant for muscular dudes wrestling naked. Both Fuentes and the BAP possess bizarre strategies for retreating from the treacherous sexual marketplace, not by consecrated celibacy, but by, well . . . other stuff (let’s say).
Granted, the irony is that none of these men would ever honor the dreadful Gay Slime Month in June. Their sodomy is almost entirely clandestine (at least at face value).
Going back to Fuentes and his frantic shifting alliances, I should note that there are select figures who traverse the various rungs of Virgin’s Inferno, much like political influencers switch alliances in real life. This happens a few times throughout the narrative, confusing the poet Virgil and his traveling companion, whereas in real life the chaotic, kayfabe team-switching often confuses unsuspecting audiences.
At any rate, the author shows how today’s pseudo-Nazis go well beyond garden-variety misogyny or a misguided pursuit of becoming a Nietzschean Ubermensch. Most manosphere types seldom ever get past their frustration with feminists and harpies, instead taking it to unhealthy levels, namely all the way to either latent or blatant sodomy.
Virgil likens some of these men, under the reign of the BAP, to the militaristic ancient Spartans who, I believe, became so preoccupied with military conflict that most of them resorted to sodomy or simply lost all attraction to women. The same holds true in our times, where larger proportions of young men cannot secure a spouse, leading them to an array of aberrant lifestyles far beyond what they report in mainstream media and research.
If you find yourself susceptible to any of that, then it’s best to avoid the darker corners of the Internet for a while.
Finally, if you’d like to discover the quintessential real-life version of the military sodomy problem, then I recommend another eye-opener book, Pink Swastika (by Scott Lively and Kevin Abrams), expounding upon the depravity of the Nazi SS. You can’t find it anywhere on Google, and buying a copy is difficult as well. Check out the PDF version to uncover a myriad of hidden secrets from Hitler’s lightning-fast military meatheads.
Next, let’s explore some other consequences of over-reliance on “alternative media” as a guaranteed antidote to the right-versus-left charade in American politics.
False Hope in Super Journalists (Candace, Tucker, et al.)
“There are two things that kill the soul: despair and false hope.” – St. Augustine
How many of us have wandered into mirages of false hope after listening to those fast talkers who criticize both the Left and the Right, only to discover that they’re surreptitious actors entwined in all the kayfabe themselves?
This is a common pitfall for anyone honestly striving to comprehend current events and social trends. It has parallels with Catholics who chase after “reverent Novus Ordo parishes” rather than take the plunge, avoid N.O. churches, and drive to a traditional liturgy. Many of us pursue numerous dubious alternatives even after discovering they’re a complete mirage of false hope.
Given all that, Augustine Virgil explores this issue by portraying stealthy but shallow journalists like Candace Owens (queen to her devoted followers), Tucker Carlson (a king, but not married to Candace), and even the low-brow Mohammedan Andrew Tate.
How are these individuals so superficial?
For starters, they refuse to tackle uncomfortable but prescient topics, such as the Jewish Question. Queen Candace has no trouble dazzling her listeners with scintillating near-truths about the nefarious Sabbatean Frankists or the unaccountable AIPAC lobby. Yet, she ignores the real antecedent factor behind most world tyranny: the gradual infiltration of Talmudic Jew-ism, grounded in Kabbalah magic and spell-casting.
Commentators like Candace and Tucker limit their “immense insights” to surface-level analysis. As any landscaper knows, you don’t kill weeds by mowing over their surface repeatedly. You MUST identify and extirpate the root cause of the problem. The same is true when analyzing the deep state or other conspiracies.
Alas, the grand revelations reported to us from the non-aligned super journalists are just as disappointing as the flimsy or destructive solutions proposed by leftism or MAGA.
Then, I alluded to alternative media’s economic chicanery with my promo-code joke in the introduction. Honest observers should notice how none of the super journalists and influencers can resist irritating their listeners with boring sponsors in the middle of every program.
In the old days, if journalists were proficient at their trade, they would receive a salary or some other merit-based compensation. Nowadays, our delightful influencers cannot sustain themselves or report their precious “BREAKING NEWS” without ruining the program flow with reminders to buy gold, beef, or pillows.
Could this be mindless spectacle entertainment, just like traditional television? That’s a distinct possibility, and it doesn’t end with merely the popular bigshots in semi-alternative media.
The Arrogant Awake Crowd
As if Candace and Tucker’s non-revelatory revelations weren’t useless enough, there’s more miserable subterfuge readily available from the true know-it-alls of Internet intelligentsia, figures such as James Delingpole, Austin Catherine Fitts, Jay Dyer, and Miri AF.
Don’t chastise yourself for not knowing some of these alleged geniuses who dwell in the rarified air of intellectual heights far above all the feeble “normies.” After all, if not for this awakened vanguard, none of us would know that the earth is flat, that the government is concealing it, and all that despite a universal consensus to the contrary until about 150 years ago.
Virgil dubs these folks the “Perfecti,” also known as the “Truth Community.” They encompass the whole alternative world of Rumble shock jocks and intrinsic naysayers who believe the Jesuits are the evil force behind every manner of worldwide corruption and tyranny. Members of this awakened crowd insist they are always the first to discover EVERY conspiracy, and will remind you EVERY time they write or podcast.
Humility is not their strong suit.
We could say that this “perfect and awake” crowd understands how we’ve been fed a bill of lies, but never reaches any profound truth (since most profess atheism). If I recall correctly, Dr. Deep State once found himself adjacent to their ranks, at least before he discovered Catholicism, allowing him to detect the true cosmic conspiracy dominating the world today.
So, the Truthers, lacking religion most often (with the exception of Jay Dyer), stray off into any random conspiracy, while assuming power always corrupts absolutely, and nobody can be trusted. This is the pessimistic and un-Catholic worldview, skeptical of all authority across time and space, which they impart onto their hapless followers.
Nonetheless, there is a healthier approach to navigating our deceitful times found within the words of the Psalmist, who first laments → I said in my excess: Every man is a liar (Psalm 115:11), but rejoices in that selfsame Psalm → O Lord, for I am thy servant, and the son of thy handmaid. Thou hast broken my bonds (Psalm 115:16).
So, yes, corrupt men have a propensity for mendacity, which underscores the indispensable value of retreating to a higher power, namely the Lord’s Handmaid, Our Blessed Mother Mary, who offers us our only avenue toward Truth Itself, Jesus Christ. Mary, Our Lady of Wisdom, mediates the graces we need to sift through the lies emanating from communists, false conservatives, and other talking-head rabble-rousers.
Yes, this includes even the Perfecti, who have no incentive to proclaim genuine insight and will gleefully peddle partial truths in exchange for more views, likes, and subscriptions. The humble solution of relying on Our Lady offers no value to anyone who trades “truth” for attention, particularly among the so-called skeptic community, skilled as they may be at refuting obvious errors, but equipped with a scarce capacity for cultivating authentic wisdom.
Thus concludes most of my review, but I have one last topic to cover: the possibility of more Dantean-style adventures from Mr. Virgil.
Will There be Sequels to the Inferno?
You may wonder if Augustine Virgil intends to finish the entire Divine Comedy trilogy.
Yes, he indeed does, and as I understand, the writing is already complete for both the Purgatorio and Paradiso editions due to arrive later this year (2026). I’m curious to see how Virgil will insert the same volume of hilarity into those other domains. I have no insider knowledge on this, but I can imagine a few things I’d like to see.
- Purgatorio –
- Perhaps some rungs would be a suitable abode for members of every traditional Catholic faction. I could see having a purgative location for all the traditional influencers who produce content on the same five topics ad nauseam. What if they had to march around carrying a large sack filled with printed copies of all their tedious and pedestrian work for untold decades before reaching heaven?
- If Michael Matt dwells there, then his purgation might involve every member of every clan united in a circle, staring at him ceaselessly all day and night. That’s bound to get old, but if he insists so much on receiving attention . . .
- What about other members of the “just zip it” movement within Trad Inc? What if they got their just deserts by forfeiting their ability to speak (a permanent “zip,” that is)? Maybe the OneLeoFive crew would have to communicate only through pantomime.
- Paradiso –
- I have not the faintest idea how to write such a glorious concluding chapter (especially if it depicted paradise on earth somehow). The closest thing to genuine heaven in this life would be the cloistered religious life; the pursuit of perfection par excellence. Other than that, I wouldn’t know where to begin writing a Paradiso book. As it’s been said elsewhere, my wings are not for such a flight. We’ll see if Virgil is up for the task.
Either way, I’m sure he will not disappoint with the rest of his contemporary adaptation of the classic Divine Comedy.
Conclusion: Choose Mary Over Deceitful Man
I believe if you derive any benefit from reading Inferno it would inspire you to remember the paramount value of meditating on Hell, one of the four final things vital for spiritual introspection. Periodically remembering the horrors of Hell is one of the most efficacious spiritual exercises, and Augustine Virgil reminds us that we need not look terribly far to discover an earthly Hades, serving as the antithesis of Heavenly Jerusalem.
Upon this realization, it’s easy to discover the primary cause of our problems: self-love, something endemic to every denizen of the Inferno.
I won’t spoil the ending to Virgil’s book, which is resplendent and reassuring, especially as we endure the prolonged martyrdom of Christian civilization. I will, however, finish this the same way I end every blog, article, or review: by prompting folks to consecrate and enslave themselves to Mary and pray Her Holy Rosary every day (all 15 decades).
If you do, then I promise that by choosing Mary over the miserable City of Man, you too will experience all the magnificent consolation composed in Virgil’s last chapter. Mary is the gate to heaven, the antidote to horrible lifestyles, and the only viable way to encounter Jesus while enduring the inevitable hardships of navigating through today’s proverbial Hell on Earth.
Lastly, I’d like to thank Dominic (a regular reader) for sharing Augustine Virgil’s outstanding work with me. If anyone else would like to suggest another selection for a Catholics Aren’t Zombies book review, then please comment below or email me via the contact link.
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