A Grammy for Misogyny, a Psych Ward for God, and a Love Hex on Every Corner: Korban Books' Scariest Post Yet

What's spookier than Freddy Krueger, Mike Meyers, and Bride of Chucky altogether? The cultural schizophrenia our country thrives on for its political and socioeconomic foundations.

Because if we’re going to Baker Act a woman for hearing God, we should at least ask whether threatening murder or glorifying sexual domination deserves a wellness check—or a Grammy. And while we’re at it, maybe we should ask why the same country that pathologizes divine whispers also puts a psychic shop next to every laundromat, selling love potions, revenge candles, and spiritual manipulation disguised as “intuition.”

Let’s start with the Florida woman who "heard a voice" in 2023—believed to be God—saying she could destroy a mosque. She doesn’t act on it. She doesn’t plan it. But she shares the details with her mother; "I think I'm going to go to hell now, for saying no to God, because I told him I didn't think I could do that." Her mother, a Christian, calls the cops. The woman has a "history of hearing voices" and of "martyrizing out of religious conviction" that has led to a previous diagnosis of schizophrenia. She’s Baker Acted. Her religious experience is treated as a psychiatric emergency. Her restraint is irrelevant. Her faith becomes a liability.

But back in 2016, in a room full of press figures and influential suits, a red and plump Donald Trump told a crowd he could shoot someone on Fifth Avenue and not lose a single voter. No psychiatric hold. No legal inquiry. Just applause, campaign donations, and a bump in polling.

Someone take that woman out of the psych ward and give her a seat at the House of Representatives! At least she doesn't have ideations about winning votes on a criminal mind. And I say this especially since since seventy percent of Trump's campaigning power pulled strength out of "divine rhetoric" and people who "had dreams" and "heard voices" saying that he would be elected president not once but twice.

And guess what? He did.

Let's note that this is not a highlight against Donald Trump but against violence against justice and the uncanny way in which the establishment turns its head every time a power suit struts down the political runway. Ultimately, he wasn't wrong, because the man behind his election was God himself; when you're chosen, you're just chosen.

And then there’s the music industry. Bad Bunny, lyrical shapeshifter of the perreo era, wins Grammys for tracks that oscillate between feminist anthems and erotic domination. “Yo Perreo Sola” defends a woman’s right to "do her own thing," be an independent woman, feminism and whatever. But “Safaera” and others glorify sexual conquest with the subtlety of a sledgehammer. He’s not alone—many artists build empires on verses that would make a therapist flinch and a youth pastor combust. Yet they’re rewarded with awards, brand deals, and cultural reverence. Not to mention, they make a whole bunch of money. The peddler who prays for the city and the army veteran talking about cannons in the sky shooting radio waves at innocent people are living on the streets, but the entertainer who gives a penny and thinks he's fixed the world is drinking imported German beer while sitting on the veranda of his eight-million dollar house, talking to AI about his next artistic conquest and simultaneously buying his next Maserati.

Now zoom out. This is also the country where psychic shops thrive on every corner. Not as cultural curiosities, but as spiritual vending machines. You can walk in and buy a candle to curse your ex, a potion to seduce your boss, or an “amarre” to spiritually bind someone against their will. These aren’t metaphors—they’re marketed rituals. And they’re legal. Protected. Celebrated.

Talk about scary, guys! What do we need horror films for? Life in the Western world, First World Problems, and everything that hangs from those trees, is already spooky enough. I mean, we're living like this? We shouldn't have to. Somebody, please, tell us the truth!

Oh, wait! We have been told. It's called "The Great Commission," and it's been trying to save us from the lies, the darkness, and death for over two thousand years. Unfortunately, only 29% of the world's population have believed its teachings, according to a study by the Pew Research Center in 2025.

So let’s ask: Why is a woman’s religious experience treated as dangerous, while violent hypotheticals, sexual objectification, and spiritual manipulation are treated as genius, entertainment, or commerce?

Because America doesn’t have a mental health crisis—it has a cultural schizophrenia. We diagnose the vulnerable and reward the provocative. We criminalize faith and monetize fantasy. We treat divine whispers as delusions, and candle curses as “self-care.”

The First Amendment guarantees both freedom of speech and free exercise of religion. But in practice, we protect political speech when it’s profitable, musical speech when it’s sexy, and spiritual speech when it’s marketable. Unfiltered faith? That’s a red flag. Especially if it’s female, mystical, or inconvenient.

We need change. We need truth. We need a better way.

So what’s the reformist prescription?

• Stop using psychiatric holds as moral punishment.

• Start regulating spiritual commerce that exploits vulnerable people.

• Recognize that Bad Bunny’s lyrics and psychic rituals are sociopolitical texts—not exempt from scrutiny.

• Apply the Baker Act based on behavior, not bias.

  
  

Because if hearing God gets you locked up, but threatening murder gets you elected, glorifying domination gets you a Grammy, and selling hexes gets you a storefront, then maybe it’s not the woman who claims to hear angelic voices who needs help—it’s the system.

And maybe the system needs a wellness check.

Shalom, shalom.