The CONFESSION BOOTH Returns For Your Ruination
Once more my fact-finding tour of the ladyboy go-go bars of Bangkok the beautiful temples of Thailand is interrupted by an urgent summons home, back to our church. Why? Because once...
The CONFESSION BOOTH Judges Your Secret Shame
It was a few years ago that I learned the true power of shame. I was on Epstein Island and members of the global elite were taking turns to put things...
The CONFESSION BOOTH Returns To Judge Your Geek Cred
Praise be unto the Goddess! As this most spiritual time approaches us in the form of Christmas, it is with rapture that we learn that the Goddess herself may be appearing...
31 Days Of Horror – A CONFESSION Special
All Hallows Eve approaches the Last Movie Outpost and a terror stalks our lands. Not ghosts, ghouls, demons, and spirits but a rampaging mob of white women, hopped up on pumpkin...
A Halloween CONFESSION BOOTH
It is glorification of witchcraft and you should all be ashamed of yourselves! Yet even I, the most reverend Reverend, understands that Halloween is a big day in your inexplicably wicked...
A Special Christmas Day CONFESSION BOOTH
Christmas may be a time of peace on Earth and goodwill to all men. It is also a time of sin! Stinking, corrupting, soul-staining sin! Look at you all, sitting there...
A Christmas CONFESSION BOOTH
It is a time of celebration, and with celebration goes enjoyment, with enjoyment goes sin! But fear not, you stinking sinners, the Last Movie Outpost has got your back and even...
The CONFESSION BOOTH Judges Your Memories
Whilst out, travelling the world and engaged with finding countries with lax consent laws and no extradition treaty important missionary work to spread the word far and wide, I am frequently...
The CONFESSION BOOTH Returns To Judge Your Movie Nerdiness
Welcome back to The Confession Booth. It is Easter Sunday and she hath risen! On this most Gadot of days, we must unburden our souls, cleanse our wicked sins, and lay...
The CONFESSION BOOTH Misses The Unmissable
Once more the stench of your cinematic sin reaches unbearable levels. Once more your souls are as heavy as a diabetic's cookie jar, weighed down with your shame, your guilt! Once...