Explosive Lunatic Busted Outside DC Cathedral with 200 Boom-Bombs and a Hate-Filled Manifesto Aimed at Catholics, Jews, SCOTUS, and ICE

Folks, if you're looking for the poster boy for why we need to keep an eye on the unhinged fringes, left, right, or whatever fever dream they're living in, meet Louis Geri, the 41-year-old Arizona-New Jersey transplant/plant who thought crashing a solemn Catholic mass with a tent full of homemade fireworks was a good idea. 

This genius got pinched Sunday outside the Cathedral of St. Matthew the Apostle during their annual "Red Mass," you know, the one where Supreme Court justices show up to pray for wisdom before kicking off the new term. Because apparently, in Geri's twisted jasmine of his mind, blowing up holy ground and the folks who enforce our laws is the height of protest.

Picture this: Cops are clearing the area for the event, and there's Geri, hunkered down in his little encampment right on the church steps. When the officers politely ask him to make like biblical David and get the flock out of there, he drops this gem: "You might want to stay back and call the federales, I have explosives." 

But wait, it gets better, or worse, depending on your definition of "entertaining." 

As they try to escort him out, the scumwafer snarls, "Several of your people are gonna die from one of these." Then, in a move straight out of a B-movie script, he hands over a stack of papers titled "Written Negotiations for the Avoidance of Destruction of Property via Detonation of Explosives." Because nothing says "rational discourse" like threatening Armageddon over printer paper.

Peel back the layers on the guy's manifesto, and it's a doozy of deranged bigotry, per the police report. It "revealed his significant animosity towards the Catholic church, members of the Jewish faith, members of SCOTUS and ICE/ ICE facilities." 

Yes, this dimwit's hatred is dialed up to eleven for everyone from the robed wise men on the bench to the brave agents keeping our borders secure. And just to amp up the drama, Geri flicks his thumb over a butane lighter like he's about to cue the symphony of chaos, warning, 'You better have these people step away or there’s going to be deaths.' 

The cops, bless their tactical vests, play it smart. Geri wanders out of the tent for a bathroom break, and that's when they pounce. In his pocket is an apparent detonation device. And get this: "a vial with a white cap, which contained yellow liquid inside, with an M-device taped to the exterior," according to the records. 

The Bomb squad rolls in, unzips the tent, and jackpot: "a large cache of handmade destructive devices." We're talking over 200 of these bad boys recovered, fully functional pipe dreams of destruction, reeking of acetone, spiked with nitro methane, and mixed from mystery chems in non-original containers. There were Molotov cocktails as well along with threats on cops, threats to injure, unlawful entry and a boatload of explosive charges.

Even a leftist judge would give him at least a month in the slammer [or let him go completely, the way they've been behaving lately].

Geri's cooling his heels in the slammer now, no bond, no mercy, good riddance. In a sane world, this is what happens when you let grudges fester into felony fantasies. But hey, at least he gave the feds a heads-up before trying to turn a prayer service into a crime scene. 

Wake-up call for all of us: Evil doesn't need a party affiliation to light the fuse. It simply needs simple minds.

Stay vigilant, America.

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