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Wednesday, February 21st, 2018

Plus Thoughts on Hunting

Hunting was challenging today.

I went out at 4:15, carrying the shotgun. I have received the scope for my air rifle, but I found that the gun is so heavy, the crosshairs jump around a lot at 25 yards. I can’t be sure of getting a clean shot. I am researching ways to fix this. Slings, better ways of holding the gun, and so on. In the meantime, I am using the shotgun. It’s the best combination of humanity and lethality.

Unfortunately, the humanity angle did not play out very well.

I walked around the property. I saw two squirrels on a tree a hundred yards from the house, but by the time I got to them, they were up the tree and out of sight. I could not shoot at them before they went up, because the tree was between me and a neighboring property. Too bad.

I walked down past the way-too-close neighbor’s house I’ve written about before, and of course, two squirrels were jumping around within easy reach. In the direction of the house. Nothing to do but keep walking.

I saw a couple more squirrels and chased them. I chased the first one from tree to tree. He would not stop moving, so I tried shooting when he slowed down. No luck. He eventually went into hiding, so I kept going. The next squirrel I saw was far away when I spotted him, and he had plenty of time to hide while I walked to his area.

On the way back to the house, I saw what may have been the first two squirrels, in the area where I saw squirrels on the way out. I walked to their tree, and of course, they went up and hid. I decided to try some of the tricks I had read about.

I threw a branch to the other side of the tree to scare them around to my side. It worked, but they went back to the other side before I could shoot. I scratched the side of the tree with a branch to make them think a predator was climbing after them, but they didn’t buy it.

Some guy on the web said it was smarter to sit under a tree and wait for squirrels to come out than to give up on them and hope to see new ones. I decided to do it his way. I sat under a tree 20 feet from the one with the squirrels, and I waited.

Eventually, they started climbing down, and I shot one. Hooray. It came down by the base, and I tried to shoot the other one, but it would not present itself. I saw the first one flop around a little, and I thought it was kicking its last. Then I realized it was just wounded. It was trying to climb to safety, but it couldn’t do it. I had to walk after it and shoot it in the head.

I should have finished the squirrel off sooner. I don’t feel good about what happened to it. Lesson learned. Unfortunately, the squirrel, not I, had to suffer in order for the knowledge to pass.

I am taking pains to be humane, but I suppose events like this are inevitable. I don’t like it, but you can’t hunt and expect everything to work perfectly. This is something hunters have to deal with. If you’re going to hunt, you have to accept the possibility that you will occasionally cause suffering.

When I cleaned the squirrel, I noticed it only had three feet. I thought I had shot its foot off, which was even more disturbing than leaving it wounded. I was wrong, though. The stump had healed. This squirrel had been shot before, or something had bitten its foot off. This was one hard luck squirrel. It climbed perfectly well, though.

I think a lot about the ethics of hunting, and I am developing some beliefs. I have realized hunting is important, and that a man should know how to hunt. It’s easy to rely on the grocery store and preach when life is good, but there are such things as hard times and catastrophes. You should be able to provide protein when the stores have been looted and burned. Also, hunting teaches you valuable skills which are useful in self-defense situations. A man should have some ability to defend himself and others. He should be able to defend his land. There may come times when it will be necessary to stop criminals yards away from our houses instead of waiting for them to enter.

During the LA riots, people had to stand on the roofs of their businesses holding guns. Here’s something disturbing a black friend told me: on Martin Luther King’s birthday, his dad guarded his house with a gun. People roam around on MLK Day in gangs, doing whatever they want, and the cops sit by and watch because they’re outnumbered. The newspapers ignore it, so white people don’t hear about it. Sometimes defending your property with firearms is necessary.

They say Southerners had one big advantage in the Civil War: they were hunters. Shooting Union soldiers was not that different from shooting deer and rabbits, so they moved smoothly and quickly into their roles as killers of men. They knew how to hide, stalk, shoot, and care for weapons. Yankees had to be told which end of the gun the bullets came out of. If things get weird in the future, people like me will be a step ahead of vegans and fruitarians from California and Boston.

People who live around me have great weapons. They even have camo, blinds, infrared cameras, and a lot of other stuff that can be used against human beings as easily as turkeys. They have gotten over their squeamishness about shooting living things. This is not an area where gangs of disgruntled Hillary voters can get out of cars, walk into houses, and rape, kill, and steal.

Some of the tasks associated with hunting are unpleasant and gruesome. Pulling the warm, smelly organs out of an innocent squirrel is a very nasty experience. But aren’t such things part of life as a human being? If I’m willing to pay Perdue and KFC to slice chickens open, tear out the guts, and give me the meat, shouldn’t I be honest enough to do these things for myself?

I don’t like killing other creatures, per se, and I don’t want to make them suffer, but this is what I am. I have to man up and accept my role in the world. I am a predator, from a race of predators. I live in a cursed world, and predation is part of it. I am not exempt, any more than God is. God kills and punishes all the time, and I believe he put us in a position where we sometimes have to kill or punish, so we would understand what he goes through. A person who is nice all the time can’t be a good Christian. If you never ruffle any feathers or cause any suffering, you’re shirking. Even Jesus beat people with a whip.

I have no patience with mushy, touchy-feely Christians who reject their obligation to be hard, and who criticize gun owners, the military, hunters, parents who spank, meat eaters, and so on. Their posture is not love. It’s self-righteousness. When you refuse to offend or harm, even when doing so is required, you make yourself out to be better than God, who burned people he loved with hot pitch and drowned the entire human race.

Repeatedly, the Bible says God is a god of love AND JUSTICE. It mentions mercy and justice together, to make a point. God has killed more people than Hitler, Stalin, and Mao, combined, and he will kill more in the future. He’s not going to let us sit back sucking our thumbs, saying we’re glad we’re not like him. Sometimes we have to do hard things to other creatures. We are not better than God.

God is love, according to the Bible. At the same time, the flames of hell are his anger at work. He created hell, and he puts people in it all day, every day.

Absalom was cursed, and he died in disgrace. He undermined his father, David, who had a hard job ruling Israel. He stood in the gate where business was transacted, and he sucked up to the people. He was nicer than David. He took up their causes to spare them dealing with David. Then he declared himself king, and then he had to be hunted like a pig and killed with darts.

He wasn’t better than David. He was morally inferior. He was conceited and manipulative.

When I think of the self-aggrandizing, praise-sucking, warm, fuzzy Christians out there criticizing the rest of us, I think of Absalom. They’re like divorced dads who curry favor with their kids by spoiling them with presents. You know the type. They steal their children’s hearts and make Mom out to be a witch, and then they dump the kids on Sunday and leave Mom to deal with rules and spankings.

Hunting has its ugly side, but on the whole, it’s very pleasant. You get to go outdoors. You turn off your phone. You forget the insane, doomed mess the world has become. When I hunt, I think about two things: hunting, and God. No business. No worries. Every time a squirrel falls, I feel great satisfaction. I’m doing something my grandfather tried to teach me to do, forty years ago, with his shotgun. I love succeeding at it.

There are certain things every American man wishes he could do. Welding, machining, and hunting and/or shooting well are probably the top three or four items. A big percentage of us never learn how to do these things. I already weld and machine, I am shooting rifles well for the first time in my life, and it looks like I’m a reasonably good squirrel hunter. Coyotes, turkeys, and deer are on the way. Nice.

It’s funny, but since I’ve been hunting, I’ve had strange experiences. You know the funny little patterns you see on the insides of your eyelids when you close your eyes at night? For most of my life, I’ve generally seen golden geometrical shapes, like mazes. Now I see trees against the sky. It’s like I’m looking for squirrels.

I really see trees. I don’t mean I see shapes that remind me of trees. I see actual trees, through a glowing golden fog. And if I fall asleep while I’m looking at the trees, they turn into full-blown dream trees against a blue sky.

That has to be supernatural.

God wants me to hunt. I don’t know why, but he does.

I don’t know if I can get the air rifle to work for squirrels, but I’m going to improve my standing rifle shooting. I will continue working on killing squirrels humanely, with precision. I’m going to look into turkey hunting and see what I can do here on the farm. After that, I’ll try to get pigs and coyotes until the fall game seasons start up.

I’ll have to get camo. Unlike squirrels, turkeys see in full color. Squirrels couldn’t give a crap.

No squirrel photo this time. This one was too gross to post. when I fry it, I may post a shot. Thanks, everyone who has given me hunting or shooting tips.


Wednesday, February 21st, 2018

The Strongest Chains are Imaginary

Every so often God gives me a phrase or a sentence. These words turn out to be extremely useful to me. They serve as guidance, but they also have supernatural power. When I sit and repeat them to myself, I feel God’s presence and peace rise up in and around me. It’s actually a problem, because I tend to fall asleep, which interferes with prayer. Sometimes I’ll go down the list and repeat each phrase at least three times.

I save these phrases in digital form. Today it occurred to me that if they’re worth saving for myself, they are worth publishing for other people. Henceforth, I’ll make an effort to post them as they arrive.

Here is one from a few hours ago: “My parents abandoned me.”

That one disturbed me. I don’t feel any qualms about saying my dad abandoned me, because he was never around, and he took no interest in me or my sister. But my mom? She adored me, and she certainly made an effort to straighten me out. I didn’t listen to her as well as I should, and I’m sure I discouraged her.

Still, I realize it’s right to say my mother abandoned me. One reason I learned to cook is that she got up later than I did. I had to feed myself. She didn’t make a consistent effort to take me to church (or to go on her own). She didn’t teach me order or responsibility. I had no set homework hours, for example. She didn’t check to see if I was doing what I should. When I was in high school, I did almost all of my homework after I arrived on campus.

My mother didn’t teach me to bathe correctly! I didn’t know I had a problem. I was dirty, but I didn’t suffer because of it. Kids smell a lot less than adults, and they secrete less grease, so when you’re a kid, being dirty isn’t as unpleasant.

Kids don’t automatically figure out when and how to bathe, and they may not pick it up by having you do it for them when they’re very small. You have to say, “Turn on the water. Get a wet washcloth. Soap it up. Scrub your ENTIRE body. Rinse it off. Go back over anything that still feels oily or gritty. Use the shampoo.” You have to teach them how to tie their shoes. You have to sit them down and make them practice.

My mother didn’t teach me how to tie my shoes until I was in elementary school! She only taught me because she was tired of doing it herself. I should have known when I was four.

When I was old enough to be ashamed of being filthy, and to be responsible for cleaning myself, a Jewish lady in a department store gave me a much-needed clue. My mother had taken me to get pants, and I firmly believe this kind woman took notice of my filth and decided to try to help. Somehow she found a way to work a hygiene lesson into the conversation.

I can’t even remember what the excuse was. There was something we needed to finish. Maybe I objected to buying shirts and socks as well as pants. I hated shopping. The saleslady said, “What do you do when you bathe? You don’t just stand under the water. You go on and soap yourself off and get clean.”

Soap? Washcloths? Really? Every time?

This amazing information changed my life.

Standing under the water was pretty much what I was doing back then! Get in, let the water run over you, and get out. And shampoo…I’m not sure I ever used it without prompting until I was in my teens. Every once in a while, my mother would grab me and make me lie on the counter with my head in the sink, and she would shampoo the dirt out and let me go. For a kid way up in elementary school, it was a disgrace. But I didn’t know. Who was going to tell me?

My mother did a very bad job. I hate to say it. If I had a son with the kind of habits I had when I was a kid, I would be all over it. I would wear a switch out on his sorry behind every day, out of terror for his future. I would feel like the worst parent on earth for letting him slide. I would pray I got him fixed before other people found out.

I know a lady who has a huge, belligerent son. The pediatrician thinks he’s going to be six feet ten inches tall. When he was 5 or 6 years old, he didn’t know how to wipe his rear end. Someone always had to do it for him. You can’t expect kids to be civilized without instruction. That kid is going to be a monster if she doesn’t get him under control.

It’s bad to be too hard on your parents, but it’s just as bad to put them on pedestals and pretend they’re perfect.

Why did God tell me both parents had abandoned me? To make me blame my mother for my faults? No. I’m responsible for my faults. But the truth is important, and I have to know it in order to draw proper conclusions and make proper decisions. Besides, knowing my parents’ shortcomings helps me advise other people (especially kids). Also, the knowledge that both parents abandoned me helps me appreciate God, because as stubborn, uncooperative, and dismissive as I am, he is still working to change me every day. He is 100% consistent. He has perfect attendance. He is better than my parents. He is better than the best parents who ever lived.

Here’s something he told me a few minutes ago: “There is usually a barking dog outside a stronghold.”

That one really hit me. When I heard it, I was watching the testimony of a Jew who accepted Jesus. He quoted his mother’s reaction: “I will never believe in Jesus! I was born a Jew; I will die a Jew! How can you expect me to believe in a God in whose name my people have been killed? I don’t care if it’s true! I will never believe in Jesus!”

That’s some serious barking!

Strongholds aren’t complete without intimidation. They are composed of intimidation plus actual barriers. Let me think of an example.

Think of Brother Andrew, the famous Bible smuggler. He carried Bibles into leftist countries that would have imprisoned or killed him had be been caught. Those countries were strongholds. They had physical barriers in the form of gates, walls, fences, and armed soldiers. They also had barriers of intimidation. They publicized the way they intended to treat missionaries. They did their best to put fear into them so they wouldn’t ever get to the physical barriers. They would be so scared, they wouldn’t even try.

Disinformation is a powerful thing, because it makes your enemies do your work for you. Don’t tell people they’re going to be gassed. They’ll fight and run. You’ll have to kill them and carry them to the ovens, and stripping dead people is hard. Tell them they’re going to get showers. Then they’ll walk to the showers, strip naked in front of total strangers, and put their belongings in neat piles for you.

The talk about prison and execution was the barking of guard dogs. Fortunately, Andrew ignored it, and God blinded his enemies. He ended up driving through checkpoints with uncovered Bibles stacked in the passenger seat next to him. Guards looked right past them, saw nothing, and let him pass. Too funny. When it comes to making fools of people, God has no equal.

The mother of the convert in the Youtube video was barking. The enemy knew someone would come to her eventually and try to open her eyes, so he filled her with irrational rage in order to intimidate. The most obvious proof that her rage was irrational is this: “I don’t care if it’s true!” There is no possible way to rationalize that.

She ended up accepting Jesus at the age of 86. I suppose I should add that, because the question will naturally arise in people’s minds. God knows how to tame a guard dog.

There are some strongholds you should leave alone. God has told me to quit praying for some people. But you can’t assume a barking dog means anything. God has the authority to command you. A dog does not.

Someone Up There has not Given Up

Monday, February 19th, 2018

Can Anything Good Come Out of Youtube?

Youtube is either a poison or a medicine, depending on what you look for in it. I suppose that could be said of anything.

I found out about the many helpful Christian videos on Youtube, and I started watching. It’s a gigantic resource. The videos I like best are the testimonies. Most people who teach about religion don’t know anything, because they’re just passing on gossip they heard from rabbis or priests. People who testify know something. They talk about things they have witnessed.

The Bible was written by witnesses, not scholars.

A person who sits around reading about God all day, without encountering him, is ignorant and has very little useful information to pass on. They don’t know much which is useful, but they’re jam-packed with poisonous fairy tales and lies that can do me harm. Look at the pagan nonsense Augustine poured into the church. Devastating.

I know God. I can say that, even though I am not a good person or what Catholics would call a “saint.” It’s possible for a bad person to know God. If it were not, we would all be doomed. I know God because Jesus visited me twice, and because the Holy Spirit communicates with me every day, numerous times. However screwed up I still am, I am much better off knowing God than knowing ABOUT God. A proper relationship with God is closer than a marriage.

What kind of marriage would you have, if your husband or wife never talked to you?

Are we better than God? We insist on communicating on people we love. Doesn’t he want to communicate with us?

Many, many Christians know God personally.

I found a wonderful Youtube channel called One for Israel. The people who run it are Messianic Jews. They really have their work cut out for them, because they work in Israel. Israel is not America. You can’t build a church there and stand in front of it telling people Jesus is God and then expect things to go smoothly. Israel is full of two kinds of Jews: leftist atheists and religious Jews who absolutely hate Christianity. The resistance the One for Israel people encounter must be something to see.

One Israeli rabbi, in particular, has gone public with very negative remarks about Christianity and Messianics. He created a video in which he said Christianity would be exposed and destroyed, more or less, and that Jesus is in hell, boiling in feces. The latter pronouncement comes from the Talmud. I believe most religious Jews say the passage he refers to is not about Jesus. The angry rabbi is the first guy I’ve ever seen who openly states that Jesus is the subject.

A prominent anti-missionary group, Jews for Judaism, acknowledges that the person said to be boiling in excrement is “Yeshu,” which is an unflattering name many religious Jews insist on using for Jesus (instead of “Yeshua,” a form of “Yehoshua”), but they say it’s a different Yeshu.

The person who supposedly conjured “Yeshu” and found out about the excrement issue was the historical figure Onkelos, a Roman who converted to Judaism. He converted after summoning spirits of the dead to guide him, and “Yeshu” was one of them, along with Titus (destroyer of the temple) and Balaam. Onkelos was very respected, and it is believed he is responsible for one official translation of the Talmud.

I don’t know why a man who committed a great idolatrous sin in order to research Judaism would later be respected, but there is probably a rationale.

Onkelos lived just after the time of Jesus, so he would certainly have known who Jesus was, and he would have had a very negative opinion of him, consistent with the meaning of “Yeshu,” which means a person who led Jews into idolatry. During his time, Messianic Jews were running around the Mediterranean area, preaching in synagogues, trying to get other Jews to accept Jesus. He had to be aware of this, and he would not have been happy about it.

This is all I know. Nothing is certain.

The rabbi’s take is pretty impressive, as negativity goes. It sounds like something I would say about Satan. Hard to improve on it.

I don’t know what kind of reputation this man has in Israel. It may be that almost no one shares his views. Maybe Orthodox Jews think he’s a complete idiot. Judaism, like Christianity, is very fragmented and full of conflict among sects. In any case, it shows that Messianics have some heavy-duty detractors in Israel.

I love the One for Israel channel, for many reasons.

Christianity is largely about what Christians call “strongholds.” A stronghold is a sort of fortification, built to block and demoralize an enemy. A stronghold, from the viewpoint of someone outside it, is a structure which seems impossible to overcome.

There are all sorts of examples of strongholds. I’ll give you one. The Muslims used to believe that the Jewish Messiah, whom they hated, would enter Jerusalem through the Eastern Gate. In order to prevent it, they did two things. They filled the gate with stone, and they put a Muslim cemetery outside of it. Their rationale was that Elijah, presumably a priest, would have to preceded the Messiah when he entered. They believed a Jewish priest could not walk through the cemetery without becoming unclean.

This isn’t a very good stronghold. I’m not God, and I can think of all sorts of ways to get around it. Move the stones. Move the bodies. Enter on a hovercraft if you have to, so you don’t touch the ground. It’s not a great stronghold, but it’s an example. The presence of a mosque and a Muslim shrine on top of the Temple Mount, which rightly belongs to Jews, is a much better stronghold.

The purpose of obstructing the gate was to set up a barrier the Jews could not defeat. That’s the point.

Jericho is a great example of a Biblical stronghold. Its walls were considered invasion-proof. The Hebrews brought them down without lifting a finger. They marched around the walls over and over, and one day God leveled them and gave Jericho to them.

In our personal lives, there are a lot of strongholds. Drug addiction is a stronghold. It’s nearly impossible to beat. They say pedophilia is incurable. If so, that would be a stronghold. People who refuse to entertain the notion that Jesus is God live in strongholds. As strongholds go, the Jewish resistance to Jesus is one of the best. It is extremely discouraging.

God is a destroyer of Satan’s strongholds. Watching the One for Israel testimonies reminds me that no matter how tough a stronghold looks, God has the power to crush it.

Jews usually don’t draw attention to Jewish opinions about Jesus, but when one converts, look out! They can’t tell their stories without telling about the resistance they met from other Jews. One guy says his gentle old grandfather threw a dish at him the minute he came out, cutting his head open and leaving a scar. Another lady says her mom went into a church to get her, and she started beating her. She got home, and her dad joined in. Another person was told he was worse than Hitler. A family member asked if conversion meant the believer was going to become a Nazi.

The Nazism-Christianity connection in the mind of some Jews is extremely bizarre. Did some Christians join the Nazi party of fight for Hitler? Sure. Did many European Catholics, including priests, help Hitler kill Jews? Certainly. That doesn’t make Hitler a Christian, and it doesn’t make Nazism a Christian movement. Most American Catholics vote liberal. Does that make Christianity a leftist movement? Most Jews–something like 90%–vote liberal, and Karl Marx was Jewish. Is Marxism Jewish? Most American Jews are for the division of Israel. Is the division of Israel a Jewish cause? Of course not. You have to have some common sense in this world.

Catholicism has a rotten history. Catholics tortured Jews and American Indians and God knows who else, to persuade them to accept conversion. They raised armies and murdered unbelievers. Catholics are famous for bullying Jews, calling them “Christ-killers” and so on. An awful lot of the negative things Jews feel about Christianity come from their experiences with Catholics, and when Jews criticize Christianity, usually, they criticize things that apply mainly or solely to Catholicism. It’s as though they think all Christianity is Catholicism.

The Bible makes it pretty clear that every human being is a Christ-killer. If you don’t accept responsibility for his death, you’re not a Christian. And where would we be if he hadn’t been killed? The whole “Christ-killer” thing is beyond stupid. I am as responsible for the murder of Jesus as the soldiers who drove the nails.

One Jewish testimony I watched was almost funny. A rabbi converted, and he was rejected. He had to take a menial job, washing dishes for a Christian-hating Arab. He lived on a beach in Israel, in a tent. A bunch of rabbis, including one who is famous, came to visit him in his tent, imploring him to return to the fold. When he refused, they started cursing him and spitting all over him. With friends like that, who needs enemies? I have had people disagree with me, but they don’t make road trips to come to my house and spit on me. Yet.

It’s remarkable to see the things God does in order to reach Jews. For Americans of Christian background, receiving salvation is typically a little dull. You say the prayer, you feel peace, and you feel relieved because you’ve finally surrendered. For Jews, it is often more dramatic than that. They see visions. God works miracles in order to get their attention. They get delivered instantly from addictions. I almost feel envious. In comparision, to American gentiles, salvation seems almost boring.

Muslims and Arabs seem to get even wilder experiences. You can find their testimonies on other Youtube channels. Jesus appears to them. He comes to their bedrooms at night and lights them up. All sorts of things happen. Maybe the nature of Muslims and Arabs is such that they need a little more persuasion.

Speaking of Arabs, I saw an Arab testify on the One for Israel testimony. This guy came from a Christian family, yet he knew nearly nothing about God. He was violent. He killed a man in a fight. Even though he came from a Christian background, he had to encounter God and make a personal commitment in order to be changed. I think most American Christians are like that. They sit in church three times a year, but they don’t know God, they don’t make any effort to change, and they’re on the way to hell.

One of the funny things about Christianity is that it brings Jews and Arabs together in Israel. They worship side by side. They cut out the identity politics. I suppose their new attitude is that “us” is worshipers of Jesus, not Arabs, Muslims, or Jews. It’s an interesting thing. Human beings always talk about a solution to the conflict over Israel, and we discuss stupid ideas like the two-state solution. Christians who actually know God live in harmony with each other; people with conflicting religions do not. They are pitted against each other every day. The real answer to the Mideast problem is Christianity. Unfortunately, it’s not going to happen.

Here is Psalm 133:

Behold, how good and how pleasant it is for brethren to dwell together in unity!

It is like the precious ointment upon the head, that ran down upon the beard, even Aaron’s beard: that went down to the skirts of his garments;

As the dew of Hermon, and as the dew that descended upon the mountains of Zion: for there the Lord commanded the blessing, even life for evermore.

This is not about the two-state solution. It’s about the one-state solution. People can only live in peace when all are ruled by the Holy Spirit. He tells everyone exactly the same thing. He never, ever makes his people disagree. After all, he’s the one who says a house divided against itself can’t stand, and he also said David’s house would last forever.

“Anointing,” the application of ointment, refers to pouring oil over a person as he is installed in an office and given authority. Oil runs DOWN. Authority runs downward from God (a single, undivided, unconflicted source) onto us. Authority can only exist when God commands us; without commands, authority means nothing. Psalm 133 says God’s commandments pour down over his children, from heaven, and that when we obey, we are in harmony, because we are all answering to the same commander.

Jesus calls himself the Prince of Peace. He really is. If we were listening to the Holy Sprit, we would be in alignment with each other, and we would have peace.

Right now we are having terrible racial discord in the US. Blacks and Latins are being pitted against white people. Minority churches have a real problem. They push Marxism and identity politics, and they reject the unity of the Holy Spirit. Most white churches reject the Holy Spirit altogether. If we listened to the Holy Spirit, we wouldn’t be hearing about BLM, La Raza, or the tiny groups of unsuccessful, resentful whites who agitate against minorities.

The answer to Israel’s problems is already available, but it’s going to stay on the shelf, because not enough people want it.

Here’s another thing that surprised me about the testimonies: many of the Jews who spoke said they originally believed ridiculous things about Jesus and the New Testament. For example, many thought Jesus was a Catholic god who had nothing to do with Yahweh. They also thought the New Testament was a Catholic book written by Catholic anti-Semites. Some thought it was a sort of instruction manual for “getting” Jews.

They were amazed to see that the entire New Testament was about Jews and Israel. They were shocked to learn that the disciples and apostles were Jews. Many were surprised to learn that Jesus was Jewish. How can anyone not know that Jesus was Jewish? His name was Yehoshua. I mean, come on. But I’m telling you what they say.

The church was originally Jewish. How can people not know that? The Jewish religious establishment sent people to find and murder early believers, hoping to stamp out the church. They couldn’t do that to gentiles. The Romans would have exterminated them. In the beginning, the conflict between the Jewish establishment and Christianity had nothing to do with gentiles. It was an intramural squabble between Jews who believed in Yahweh. Christianity didn’t become a gentile religion until after it spread among Jews, and the people who first spread it in Israel and abroad were Jewish. Any Jew who complains about Christianity is complaining about something his people started.

They also said they were shocked when they read Isaiah 53, because it seemed to them that Jesus was the only person it could apply to. It’s clearly about the Messiah, but it says he will be rejected and despised, not that he will be an honored king who leads Israel to victory. It says, “He was cut off from the land of the living.” That means the Messiah was killed.

They also talked about the emptiness of a religion that emphasizes rules and study, without the presence of God. Several of them talk about how strange it was to see Christians worship. The Christians they saw weren’t just talking about God or learning rules. They were talking to him directly and enjoying his presence.

I can relate to that, because most churches, especially the older ones like the Catholics and Episcopalians, run services in which smug, effeminate old men stand up front and lecture and perform rites, while the people in the pews grit their teeth and wait for it to be over. I hate church worse than just about anything, but for the presence of God.

We’re supposed to know God personally. The Bible calls his people “children.” What kind of father would let a child live 70 or 100 years without visiting? Come on. Think. Would you do that? You couldn’t. You would hate yourself. You would find it unbearable. You would be ostracized and reviled, even by atheists. Does that mean you’re a better parent than God? Is God a deadbeat dad? I don’t think so!

The Old Testament confirms that we are supposed to know God personally. Look at the Psalms. The writers pant and thirst for God. They beg him to show them his face. They say believers abide IN him. Intimacy, intimacy, intimacy; not rules and aloofness.

What does aloofness in a human parent mean? It means abandonment. It’s abuse, under the laws of every state. You can lose your children by refusing to spend time with them. Courts will literally remove them from your home and give them to other people. Refusing to spend time or be intimate with a spouse has always been considered grounds for divorce; it’s tantamount to adultery. Yet God is guilty of this? Come on. Wake up.

I remember Rich Wilkerson at Trinity Church in Miami, arguing with me, trying to tell me we don’t have to feel anything in our relationships with God. But then this is the same man who asked for an offering at a funeral.

I wonder if he knows what people said about him after that. I doubt it. He surrounds himself with sycophants who see him as a sort of milk cow that has to be managed and babied because it will one day give them money and success. They always smile and tell him what he wants to hear. They said plenty behind his back, however. I heard it!

It’s kind of neat when Jews accept Jesus, because they understand things we don’t. The New Testament is a Jewish book, and knowledge of Jewish culture and history are helpful in understanding it.

Remember Planet of the Apes? Taylor was walking around an archaeological site with the chimps Cornelius and Zira, and he was able to identify and explain artifacts the apes couldn’t understand. He had lived in the world of the people whose home became the site, so he recognized and understood things the apes had dug up. Messianic Jews are like that. Sometimes they understand things about Christianity which we have gotten wrong. For example, they know that baptism is really ritual immersion, which comes from Judaism. Sprinkling water on a baby’s head is not baptism.

I highly recommend the One for Israel channel. It will restore your hope. You will remember that God is still plucking people out of the flames, no matter how powerful Satan is getting.

The Silence of the Squirrels

Wednesday, February 14th, 2018

Kill Pests Without Alerting Hillary Voters

I have decided to get me an air rifle.

My current squirrel weapons are a shotgun and two rimfires. The .22 is not suitable for a scope, and the long travel of the bullets limits the shots I can take. The .17 HMR is a joy in every way, but even those tiny rounds are of no use for any angle between zero and maybe 60 degrees from horizontal, unless a big tree trunk is behind the squirrel. I don’t think a 17-grain bullet fired in a woody area is very likely to damage anything or hurt anyone, but you never know. The shotgun is much safer than the rimfires, but I could still send pellets raining down on people. Not dangerous, but not a good way to greet the neighbors.

Air rifles are really complicated. They come in various types. At the lowest level, you can get a Crosman 760 pump BB gun, which is neither accurate nor powerful, although you should be able to hit squirrels within 50 feet. After that, you move up to expensive guns with rifled barrels. I wrote about this already.

I decided to get a Diana 54, also known as an Air King or an RWS 54. I don’t know why it has so many names. It’s a powerful gun that should kill anything I want to kill, within 50 yards.

The Air King has a weird barrel that slides to kill recoil, and unfortunately, this transmits recoil to the scope, if you have one. It will kill a scope if you aren’t careful to buy a model that can handle the shock. It looks like I’ll have to get a rifle scope, and that means $200-$300. Sounds insane, but that’s how it is.

Before I do that, I want to get a peep sight. I don’t like regular iron sights. I had a BB gun (don’t laugh) with a peep sight when I was a kid, and it was much more accurate than open sights, at the tiny distances over which BB guns work. A peep sight, also known as an aperture sight, requires you to look through a little hole, and…well, go look it up on Youtube. It’s hard to explain. Anyway, I like them, and I suspect a peep sight will be nearly as good as a scope, on a weapon that won’t shoot well past 75 yards.

If you’re wondering, there is a scope which is highly recommended for this gun. It’s the Vortex Optics Diamondback 4-12×40 AO Dead-Hold BDC Reticle, 1 Inch Tube (DBK-412B). A professional air rifle guy (seriously) named Hector Medina uses it with the Air King.

Surely I can get by with a 12-power scope. When it comes to squirrels, 4 is plenty.

The Air King is really expensive. I figured it was worth it. It should last a long time, and I will never have to upgrade. Living on a small farm, I have a legitimate need for a good air rifle. There are a lot of things here that will need killing, and I don’t want to have to buy a new gun every two years.

The pellets it fires weigh 18 grains, and they probably move at something like 800 fps. That will kill a squirrel as dead as Compuserve, and if it leaves my property, it will be much less dangerous than a rimfire round. I will still have to use common sense, but I won’t have to worry about shooting a car window out half a mile away.

The .17 HMR moves at well over 2000 fps, and a .22’s speed is something like 1300 fps. A .22 slug weighs around 40 grains, depending on which one you use.

The Air King should be much, much quieter than a rifle, so if it turns out I have self-righteous yankee neighbors who have stupid ideas about hunting, I will be able to shoot close to the property lines without them knowing about it.

I got a very good deal on the gun. I don’t know why. The price was too low to resist. I considered getting an RWS 34 in order to save money, but the price difference was not that great.

My squirrel call arrived yesterday. I can’t wait to see if it works. It makes the sound of a squirrel in trouble. Apparently, squirrels are like women, in that they love to see each other suffer. When you make a noise like a squirrel being torn up by a hawk, the other squirrels pop out to watch.

Can’t recall whether I mentioned this before, so I will say it: it looks like I have bears. I keep finding something that looks like cow manure, but it’s way too fresh to be from a cow. The last steer moved out of here in August. I looked at poop-ID sites, and it appears that the poo comes from bears.

Florida has lots of bears now, and they need to be hunted, but hippies and yankees keep protesting. They killed the 2016-2018 hunts. I don’t know why anyone listens to them. Bear attacks are surprisingly common here, and besides, bears are good to eat.

I had this idea that a bear wouldn’t cross a fence, but I am clearly wrong.

The bear and the air rifle are not related in any way. I am not likely to get a chance to shoot a bear here, and an air rifle would not be very useful for that task.

There is something disconcerting about having to use an air rifle in a rural area. In backward countries with limited firearm rights, air rifles are very popular. People think nothing of spending huge sums on them, and they’re very proud of them. I have rifles suitable for killing people 750 yards away, plus very nice semiautos with big magazines, and here I am, lowering myself to purchase a second-world weapon. I might as well start watching soccer and eating toad in the hole!

Due to my dad’s condition, I can’t go farther north than Marion County. At least I don’t think so. He needs a relatively warm place geared toward old people, and boy, is this it. But I keep thinking it would be neat to look for a place in Tennessee after he’s gone. A couple of hundred acres would be nice. The more woods, the better.

Georgia is way too liberal, and it keeps getting worse. Black people there will vote for anyone who tells them what they like to hear. South Carolina seems similar. North Carolina is too much like Eastern Kentucky, and it’s filling up with Miami Cubans. An undesirable culture is being augmented with a worse one. Maybe Tennessee is better.

The South is funny. There are many areas full of unsuccessful people who are trashy and can’t get it together, but there are also areas where people are more responsible and mature. If you look around, you can find places where the good parts of southern culture aren’t tainted by the bad.

I love the South, but we don’t have the most capable, smoothest-running culture in America. We are too emotional. I seriously believe people are more together in the center of the country. They seem to be less in touch with God, however.

This morning during prayer, I took a look at my cell phone. I took a notion to look up a Miami friend on Facebook. I looked at this person’s friends list, and I saw familiar faces from law school. I felt a little nauseated. I never want to see these people again. I’m so glad I have nothing to do with them. They didn’t treat me badly. They just live in a different world, and that world disgusts me. It’s a world with no future, full of cocky, grasping people who have no idea the iceberg underneath them is melting.

Supposedly, many people who have been in prison become obsessive about not going back, to the point where death seems preferable. That’s how I feel about Miami. Never, never, never, NEVER.

I don’t understand people who want to live in or near big cities. I usually have to drive 15-20 minutes to get to a decent restaurant, and I feel like I’m not far enough out. I don’t want to go to cocktail parties or meet “important” people; I want to stay out of the circle of butt-kissers and compromisers. I don’t want to drive a foreign car built by a company that made vehicles for the Nazis. I would rather hide in a tent than go to benefits and society events.

I will write about the Air King after I shoot it. Hope it works out. I plan to go out today and see how the squirrels like the squirrel call. Heh heh.

Fit to be Fried

Friday, February 9th, 2018

Rodent Genocide Continues

I nailed another squirrel today, right in my yard.

I went out at around 7:15 this morning. Yesterday, it was gloomy at that time. Today the sun was fairly bright. I think I should have been there before sunup. Anyway, I only saw one squirrel on my tour of the property, and it lost me.

I decided to try something a website suggested. I sat as still as possible for half an hour, hoping the squirrels would emerge from hiding. Absolutely nothing happened. There goes that idea.

On the way back to the house, I had a funny notion. I got out my phone and played squirrel noises on Youtube. No dice, but it was amusing.

When I got near the house, I heard a squirrel screaming at me. It was really giving me the business. There is something creepy about shooting animals 50 yards from home, but this thing was provoking me, and I had no bodies in my trash bag. I saw it about 10 feet up on a live oak. I walked around it to get an angle that would keep stray pellets away from the neighbors, and I blasted it from maybe 60 feet.

Taking a clue from a reader (and the same website that told me to sit still) I didn’t pick up the squirrel. I walked around, and sure enough, I heard another squirrel screaming from a nearby tree. That one refused to come out, so I picked up the dead one and headed for the house. I am getting blase about touching dead animals. As I was walking, I heard other squirrels yelling in the front yard. I wondered if the sight of their buddy hanging by her tail got them agitated.

I tried to locate the new noisemakers, but the only one I saw was across the fence on another property, so I went back in the house and cleaned the new squirrel.

I noticed a few things. I used #6 shot in the 16 gauge, and it didn’t mess the meat up much at all. I found a few pellets, but no major damage. Also, this squirrel really did not want to give up her fur coat. It was like it was glued on. I have to go watch some squirrel butchering videos.

I was less grossed out this time, although this squirrel smelled worse than the other one. I felt like shampooing it with dishwashing liquid, but I restrained myself. I skinned and halved it, and I put it in brine. Today I plan to fry 2 squirrels and make biscuits. We’ll see if they’re any good.

I think I should add baking soda to the brine from now on. It kills gaminess.

Sitting still does not impress the local squirrels. I think bait and getting up early will change things. I may get a bag of corn and start dumping it in the woods.

The shotgun is wonderful. I love the .17 HMR, but the results are not as good. It tears squirrels up, and it’s hard to get a good safe angle for shooting.

Should I feel bad about killing yard squirrels? In a word, no way Jose. It seems opportunistic and sort of mean, but the truth is, these are the squirrels I want to get rid of. They are not pets. I want to grow berries and things in my yard, and I don’t want squirrel vandalism in the buildings. If I leave the yard squirrels alone, I am responsible for whatever misery they cause in the future.

The squirrels out in the woods are not the ones I have to worry about. In truth, I should be killing the ones near the house first. The people who sold us the house put a bird feeder in out front, and it has a skirt on it for the purpose of keeping squirrels out. That tells you how intelligent people feel about squirrels in their yards.

Squirrels are cute and all that, but so are mice. Some rats are cute. They still have to go. Killing them takes some getting used to, but I have an obligation to do it. It’s the correct thing to do.

I plan to go out again tomorrow (every day I can, until the season ends on March 4), and I hope to dispatch more than one squirrel. I think I can do it, if I get up early.

What will I do when squirrel season ends? All is not lost. First of all, it’s legal to shoot nuisance animals all year on your own property, so if I have some berries and tomatoes growing in the yard, I will have every right to sit on the back porch and kill squirrels. I won’t be able to go out in the woods and shoot, but that just means I get to rest and keep a cooler beside me.

Second thing: squirrels aren’t the only targets.

As I mentioned, an animal dug up one of my blackberry plants and left a giant turd in its place. If my research is right, that animal was a coyote. Either that or someone collecting for Greenpeace. Guess what the restrictions on killing coyotes are? Basically, you’re not allowed to use nuclear weapons. That’s about it. You can kill them all day, every day, with no bag limit. You can use any weapon you like. Kill the puppies, too. Make interesting hats from the hides. Do as you please.

I am reading up on coyote hunting, and it should be doable. We will see.

A coyote serves no purpose here. They are not native. They cause all sorts of suffering. They tear up calves and kids, and they kill dogs.

There are also wild pigs in Florida. Again, no restrictions. Big ones. Little ones. Mommy pigs. Daddy pigs. They are all legal targets. I have not seen any pigs here, but I am told I will eventually run into them.

Coons are nuisance animals under the law, so you can kill them all year. Nothing is worse than a stinking coon. They throw garbage all over. They poop. They kill chickens. They spread rabies. I made the mistake of saving a little coon in the past, and I have even driven them to the Everglades and released them alive. No more. Like the comedian Robin Harris said in his routine about the death penalty, “Gotta go, gotta GO.”

Nuisance animals are bad news. They are extremely annoying. Anyone who kills them is doing the world a big favor. Relocating a nuisance animal just makes it someone else’s problem.

Coons are edible. Not sure I want to try that, but it could happen. My grandmother ate them. Coyotes, being related to dogs, probably taste good, but I am not hungry enough to try one.

Here’s a nice thing about killing nuisance animals: you don’t have to clean them. It’s perfectly okay to leave them for the buzzards. Coyote pelts and coon tails might be fun to take, but the carcasses can rot or go on the burn pile.

I pickled my squirrel tails in salt water. Why not? You never know when a squirrel tail will come in handy.

I have a very, very strong sense that God wants me to get good at hunting. Fine with me. Shooting targets is fun, but if you never take game or varmints, you never use guns for their proper purpose. Guns were not invented for shooting targets. Their purpose is to kill. A man should know how to kill pests and bring meat home, and it doesn’t hurt to have lethal skills that can be used against entitlement-minded looters who might want to visit rural Christians and conservatives if the economy tanks.

Times are good right now. We can’t predict the future. Your typical urban victimhood junkie knows nothing about firearms, except how to use them on weaker people at point-blank range. They would fare poorly against hunters. You should see the things people on Youtube are doing with night vision and scopes. I’ll post a video that will give you new respect for your rural friends.

Cleaning game may never become fun. I have a super-strong sense of smell, and dead animals are pretty fragrant. I washed thoroughly after cleaning today’s squirrel, and I cleaned the kitchen well. I still smell the squirrel on me. Luckily I haven’t showered yet. Soap and shampoo will kill the aroma.

I like hunting. A lot. Wish I had started sooner. I hope the squirrels fry up nice.

I have to go get this smell off me.

Satanic Verses

Tuesday, February 6th, 2018

This Land Isn’t Your Land, Especially if You’re Mexican

In prayer this morning, I felt nausea again. I started thinking about Woody Guthrie. I believe God was directing my attention back to him. When I think about the indifference I used to feel with regard to Guthrie, I feel like someone gave me poison. All my life, people tried to make be think Guthrie was a sweet guy who wrote upbeat songs. In reality, he was dark and angry, and he was an enemy of God. I can’t believe schoolteachers made me sing his ridiculous anti-God anthem. Schools were already insane when I was a kid. Worse than I have realized.

Guthrie was an atheist, and he was against Christianity. There are apologists who claim otherwise, but that’s just part of the left’s sick effort to lay claim to the church in order to destroy it.

Here’s something Guthrie wrote: “Love is the only God that I’ll ever believe in.” Sounds nice, right? The Bible says God is love. But it also says he is a God of justice. Furthermore, it says he is a humanoid being who sits on a throne in heaven, and it says he gets angry and kills people, sometimes by the millions. God is love, but not everything that feels like love is God.

When you say, “Love is the only God that I’ll ever believe in,” you are expressly denying the God of the Bible, because he is more than that.

Here are the words that follow the quote above:

The books of the holy bible never say but one time just exactly what God is [not true], and in those three little words it pours out a hundred million college educations and says, God Is Love.

And that is the only real definite answer to ten thousand wild queries and questions that I my own self tossed at my bible. That is the only really sensible, easy, honest, warm, plain, quick and clear answer I found – when I was ready to throw so-called fearful cowardly thieving poisoning religion out my trash door, it was those three words that made not only religion, but also several other sorts of superstitious fears and hatreds in me meet one very quick death.

Pretty clear.

Guthrie claimed he thought about Jesus all the time. That probably is not true, and if it were true, it would not make him a Christian.

Leftists love to try to own Christ. They say he was a homosexual, even though he supported the Jewish law, which describes homosexuality as an abomination. They say he was a socialist, in spite of the commandment against coveting. They say Christianity is only about being nice to people, in spite of the overwhelmingly negative nature of Jesus’s remarks about humanity. Meanwhile, they deny the existence of Satan and hell. They deny the existence of heaven. They seem to think Jesus was a deluded sissy who ran around teaching pacifism and mindless approval. They think he was wrong about God, but right about being nice. The left’s Jesus is a straw messiah. You can’t get redeeming blood out of straw.

If Jesus was wrong about God, why should we listen to him about being nice? A wrong Jesus would have no more authority than Stuart Smalley. He wouldn’t be an authority figure. He would be ridiculous, like Rod McKuen or Leo Buscaglia.

I learned something else about Guthrie: his twisted song about America contained verses we don’t teach our kids. Look:

As I went walking I saw a sign there
And on the sign it said “No Trespassing.”
But on the other side it didn’t say nothing,
That side was made for you and me.

In the shadow of the steeple I saw my people,
By the relief office I seen my people;
As they stood there hungry, I stood there asking
Is this land made for you and me?

Guthrie was a communist, and that explains the first stanza above. Attacks on property rights were very important to union organizers trying to force their way onto company properties in order to recruit. Laws were made, to force property owners to let them in.

The second verse is another of his attacks on Christianity. “If God is so wonderful, why is there suffering?” Never mind our utter failure to cooperate with God.

In the early 20th century, God gave man a huge gift. He poured his Holy Spirit out on a bunch of believers in a church on Azusa Street in Los Angeles. They began speaking in tongues. They got a taste of the power of the early church. What happened afterward? America rejected the gift. The Azusa Street miracle produced a wave of Holy Spirit evangelism which gave rise to the charismatic movement, but what percentage of American Christians listened? Very small. Even today, the message of the Holy Spirit is generally rejected, and the churches that accept it are mainly concerned with money. They are run by greedy idiots, and the people in the pews are greedy, too. The movement never became what it should have.

The Azusa Street Revival occurred between 1906 and 1915. It petered out. Then we had a pretty rough century. We had 2 world wars, a depression, 2 failed wars in Asia, and the spiritual cancer of the 1960’s. The 1960’s were Satan’s revival, and unlike Azusa Street, this revival succeeded. It’s 2018, and we still live in the culture of the 1960’s.

P.J. O’Rourke said something interesting. He visited a university decades after the Sixties, and he he saw kids who still dressed and acted like Sixties students. He understood how strange that was. It would have been like going to a university in the Fifties and seeing kids wearing raccoon coats and listening to Jelly Roll Morton. It shows what the Sixties did to us. They never ended.

The last century was rough, but it wasn’t because we didn’t have socialism or because we believed God would help us. It was because we hated God and rejected him. We hate him now more than ever.

Here’s another song Guthrie and his kind used to sing. The name is “Long-Haired Preachers” or “The Preacher and the Slave.” It will make you sick, if you have any kind of feeling for God:

Long-haired preachers come out every night
Try to tell you what’s wrong and what’s right
But when asked how ’bout something to eat
They will answer with voices so sweet


You will eat, bye and bye
In that glorious land above the sky
Work and Pray, live on hay
You’ll get pie in the sky when you die

And the starvation army they play
And they sing and they clap and they pray
Till they get all your coin on the drum
Then they tell you when you are on the bum

If you fight hard for children and wife
Try to get something good in this life
You’re a sinner and bad man, they tell
When you die you will sure go to hell

Workingmen of all countries unite
Side by side we for freedom will fight
When the world and its wealth we have gained
To the grafters we’ll sing this refrain

Last Chorus:

You will eat, bye and bye
When you’ve learned how to cook and to fry
Chop some wood, ’twill do you good
And you’ll eat in the sweet bye and bye

That’s more like it. That’s more honest. You can teach kids that “This Land is Your Land” is a good song, because the limited version they learn omits the anti-God business, but the song above lays it all right out there: “Give up God, and you will prosper.”

When this song is sung, you’re supposed to chant, “That’s a lie,” between verses, until you get to the last 2 verses, which celebrate carnal effort. At the end of those verses, you shout, “That’s no lie!”

So faith in God is a lie, to leftists. Nothing new there.

How can anyone hate the Salvation Army? It’s an organization that has helped save countless people, not just from damnation, but from things like alcoholism, drug addiction, prostitution, and poverty.

It’s the craziest thing. God has increased the numbers of his children by sending preachers around, and he has used hymns to get his point across. In Guthrie’s time, Satan used preachers, too, and they used music. They went to migrant camps and preached atheism, covetousness, violence, and the victim mentality the left is famous for. Never say Satan doesn’t have preachers.

The Azusa Street Revival failed, but Guthrie’s God-hating socialist revival worked. We never learned how to be blessed by God. We learned how to carry signs and take things from other people.

I feel like I understand the world better than ever, and it’s not pleasant. I see why God is exasperated. Nothing he does for us works. We rejected him in Adam’s time. We rejected the laws of Moses. We rejected Jesus and the Holy Spirit. When Jesus comes down personally, to reign in the Messianic Age, we will reject him again, even without curses and problems to complain about. It does not matter what God does. We will always reject him. No wonder he’s going to destroy the world. Everyone, even God, reaches a point where he says, “Enough.”

You can’t talk to victimhood junkies about God. You have to get close to God in order to see how right he is, and they hate him so much, they won’t accept the milk, let alone the meat. They won’t hear him. They won’t give him a try. They want to have all of their problems fixed, right now, without any type of repentance or accountability. Giving them blessings would be like giving a fortune to a 2-year-old. It would just make things worse.

I wonder what it will look like, when people reject Jesus during the Messianic Age. It’s hard to believe anyone could be that stupid, but we know it will happen. It’s hard to believe Adam and Eve rejected God, or that the Jews rejected him after seeing the pillar of fire and cloud. It’s hard to believe when another person misses the obvious, but we’re doing it right now, and we think we’re the smartest people who ever lived.

There are reasons for failure and suffering. It’s not random. It’s not caused by rich people who hoard an imaginary cache of golden eggs. Kill the rich, pass out their money, and what do you get? Poor people who have one great Saturday night and then return immediately to poverty. Poverty isn’t just a lack of wealth. It’s a lack of the inner qualities that draw wealth. Money doesn’t give you those qualities. Trash with cash is still trash.

America is disgusting. We are ungrateful and spoiled. We bite the hand that feeds us all day, every day. Eventually we will be presented with bills.

Lukewarmness is poisoning us. We think we please God while we keep one foot in the Sixties. That’s not possible.

I feel queasy because of what God is teaching me, but I appreciate it. Medicine doesn’t have to taste good. I am very disturbed by what I see around me and inside me, but thank God I’m able to see it.

The Left Hates God

Sunday, February 4th, 2018

Wealth Disparity Just a Pretext

Today I looked at an old movie during breakfast. Last night, I came across Bound for Glory while taking the birds out for amusement, and I watched for a while. Today I watched some more of it.

Bound for Glory is about Woody Guthrie, the communist musician who wrote the song This Land is Your Land, putting the words to the melody to an existing hymn. It starred David Carradine, the guy from Kill Bill and Kung Fu. He was a childhood hero of mine. I didn’t realize Kung Fu and eastern mysticism were BS. He died naked, while abusing himself, hanging by a belt in a hotel closet. Not the way an old man should go. No dignity.

Don’t get my started on Kung Fu. When I was a kid, I broke my arm imitating Carradine’s wandering idiot. A Phys. Ed. teacher told me to jump off a high beam made from an old telephone pole, and to hit the ground rolling. I jumped headfirst because I had seen David Carradine’s stuntman do it. Thank God my neck wasn’t broken.

I thought the movie would be interesting because it would tell me things about the Depression, but it left me a little nauseated.

I don’t know how true the movie is. It was based on Guthrie’s autobiography of the same name, but the movie’s “facts” don’t look much like the facts on Wikipedia’s page. Some of it is true. Guthrie was a union agitator and a communist. He didn’t join the Communist Party formally, but he did what he could to advance its twisted agenda.

The version of Guthrie presented in the movie was supposed to be flattering, but I found him disgusting. Carradine’s Guthrie is a smirking, smug, arrogant, selfish jerk who cheats on his wife without even thinking about it. He condescends to everyone around him. Very off-putting.

The movie promotes unions and leftism, and as I should have expected, it attacks Christianity. Movie Guthrie’s agitator pal Ozark Bule goes to migrant camps and sings a revolting song about pie in the sky when you die. The idea is that preachers tell you you’re going to get good things in heaven, which is a “dirty lie,” and that you should stand up and demand good things here on earth.

There is a scene in the movie in which Guthrie ask a preacher for an odd job so he can eat. The preacher gives him a speech about having no work to give him and not wanting to make things worse by giving him charity, and he gives Guthrie nothing. The message: “God isn’t going to do anything for you, and people who believe in him are your enemies.” Don’t think about the huge body of charity work Christians have done over the centuries. That’s irrelevant.

I found out that Guthrie wrote This Land is Your Land as a rebuttal…get ready…for God Bless America, which was getting heavy radio play at the time. Can you believe that? What a peek into the hidden heart of leftism. How can anyone find God Bless America offensive? Look at the lyrics. It acknowledges that God has blessed America, and it asks him to guide her. Only a leftist could find outrage in that. It doesn’t promote capitalism. It doesn’t attack unions. It is astounding that anyone would find it provocative.

This Land is Your Land doesn’t mention God once. It merely suggests that everyone in America owns all of America. In other words, if you don’t have everything you want, it’s because some rich person is hoarding it, and you have the right to take it.

When I say the movie was nauseating, I am not exaggerating. I feel physical nausea. The “heroic” leftists in the movie are sleazy people with dirty, defiled lives. They have no interest at all in God, except to fight the notion that he exists. They think all their problems can be solved be battling in the flesh. They think people who have more than they do are morally inferior parasites.

I’ve known successful people, and I’ve known poor people. The poor are morally inferior to the rich. In most cases, this is why they’re poor. They commit most violent crime and property crime. They have worse problems with pride. Many poor people are so intoxicated with self-love, they give themselves names, like comic book superheroes. I know two guys who call themselves Cheno Lyfe and Dunamis. I don’t think Dunamis is a proud guy, but he got caught in the name trend, which came from pride. We all know of pride-crazed poor people who became rich and held onto their bizarre handles or invented new ones: Jay-Z. Eminem. J-Lo. Dr. Dre. Snoop Dogg.

Success doesn’t make you a good person, but on the whole, successful people are better than poor people. Who would you rather live among?

The sick leftist notion that poverty equals holiness and wealth equals depravity is poisonous. It put the bodies of countless nice people in ditches in Cambodia. It built Castro’s torture chambers. It built the gulags. It killed 100 million people during the last century.

There’s a gag-inducing scene in the movie which could probably be used as a litmus test to distinguish good people from bad. Guthrie chases a woman in order to have sex with her. She’s a volunteer who fed him at a soup kitchen. When he finally gets into her house, he sees that she’s rich. After he has had his way, he scolds her for her money and asks if it embarrasses her. During the same conversation, with his smirk bright as ever, he tells her he has a wife and kids, and that he has to leave her because he has started to care. No shame. Just a big grin. Then he walks out.

If you can watch that scene and admire the character Carradine is playing, you’re probably going to hell, because you are completely unfamiliar with love, and you are blind to cruelty.

I wonder: how bright is the line between God’s children and the future residents of hell? More than ever, I feel like we only have 2 classes and 2 races. Once class/race is those who choose God, and the other is those who despise him. Leftism is associated strongly with the latter group.

The movie reminds me of something they used to do in communist countries. You have a teacher ask a room full of kids to pray to God for food. Then when they get nothing, you tell them to pray to Mao/Stalin/Castro/Barack Obama/whoever for food. Then you wheel in a cart full of pastries and pass them out. Leftists want us to think violence and agitation get our needs filled, and they want us to hate God for failing to cater to our whims.

In East Germany, there used to be posters that read, “Without God and without sun, we will get our harvest done.” The average American does not understand how deeply leftism is entwined with hatred of God. Socialism was invented to turn the government into a messiah, in order to replace the Lord.

When I was at Columbia University (before Obama was admitted belatedly as a transfer student), I used to hang around with Woody Guthrie’s heirs. I was not interested in their politics. I did not realize you had to swing that way to really be part of the gang. We used to play instruments and sing in our dorm rooms. They were social justice warriors. Now, of course, 98% of them are bank presidents and lawyers and so on. Not one that I know of went on to become a bona fide, to-the-bone agitator.

One of the agitators was named Dave. He had a beat-up Gibson J45. At the time, I did not know this was the signature guitar of leftist troubadors. He was one of the people who used to come to my dorm room and play and sing. When I left Columbia for one of the last times, I caught a cab, and Dave was at the wheel. On the way to LaGuardia, he told me how he was hoping to go to Nicaragua and work for the bloodthirsty Sandinistas. I looked him up today. He’s a partner in a New York law firm. Still sings. I wonder if he thinks he’s a real Guthrie heir.

I didn’t understand that he and my other music buddies were part of the other class. I wish I had. I would not have messed with them. I wouldn’t have gone to Columbia in the first place. A person of my race has no business there. I was ignorant, though. I didn’t know the world was divided, or that there was no way to cross the gulf.

Dave was a nice enough guy, and I had fun with the others, but these were relationships without futures.

Satan tries to convince us that people are all more or less the same. Not true. There are two groups, and everyone belongs to one or the other. If you hang out with the other group, you will suffer eventually. I did. You can be nice to them. You can do business with them. You can’t become part of their family, though.

You can’t join the other race, but you can let them drag you to hell, where, in addition to being damned, you will be a misfit.

Interesting stuff. There was no one to teach me these things when I was young.

I am not a Woody Guthrie fan. I literally find him disgusting now. I don’t mind being rejected by the grey people; the people with dark lives. Life around them is depressing and anxious. There is no real love among them.


Today after I wrote this entry, a strange feeling came over me. I felt like I was saying goodbye to the children of darkness.

I feel like a sliding door has come down between me and people who won’t listen to God. They’re on the other side, continuing to scrap over cheap trinkets, and I have a feeling I would describe as resignment. It’s not going to work out between us, and I might as well let them go.

As the Bible says in many places, God sets his people apart from the world. We are not called to have 5,000 Facebook friends. If you can go anywhere and be accepted, you’re not close to God. A child of darkness is welcome in a much wider variety of social circles. A person like that can go nearly anywhere and adapt. Fewer things are forbidden to them. If you’re close to God, you have to be careful not to get too close to the wrong people. It’s like working at a hospice and making friends with every patient you work with. The friendships have no future.

It’s almost as though people who are against God aren’t real. No matter how solid they look now, in a few years, they will vanish forever.

I know many people I will never see again. People I know are in hell. I could give you names. Some are relatives. I know a lot of people who are virtually certain to go there. It’s funny; we laugh and joke with our non-saved friends here on earth. We don’t feel afraid for them. We don’t think much about their terrible destinies.

Christian friendships are different. Christian friendships will last forever. We will know each other and enjoy each other’s love and faithfulness a billion years from now.

If you’re a Christian, and you want to do it right, you have to stop trying to fit in. Strangely, though, we have a lot of prominent clergymen telling us to be friends with everyone. We have hip young pastors telling us to try to be cool. Love is their excuse, but the truth is that they’re greedy. The more their congregations conform to the world, the more people go to their “churches,” and the more money comes in the door.

If you look like the worldly, you talk like the worldly, you think like the worldly, and you vote like the worldly, you are a person of the world, not the church.

So much of our activity here is wasted. All sinful activity is wasted. Then there are our other pursuits, which, although not forbidden, serve to render us useless. We get caught up in chasing goals that mean absolutely nothing to God. We’re so proud when we succeed! We want to be noticed. We like reminding ourselves. We collect ridiculous trophies and medals. We put plaques on our walls, celebrating our vain accomplishments. Salesman of the Month. Who’s Who in America. WBC Lightweight Champion. Whatever. We die, and then it’s all garbage. If we’re rich, we may try to be keep our names in people’s mouths. We may have our widows put our names on the fronts of hospitals and dormitories. As if such things help or matter to dead people.

There are parks and museums named after people who went to hell before they were built. They were in hell, thinking about anything but parks and museums, while people they left behind got things rolling and gave speeches and cut ribbons. How weird is that? You can be in hell, crying and screaming, while your smiling widow cuts a ribbon in front of a library with your name on it.

“Wherever he is, he must be smiling.” We ought to stop saying that.

This life looks stranger and stranger to me all the time.

Gifts and Bombs

Thursday, February 1st, 2018

The Dubious Value of Verbal Aptitude

Last night I looked at Amazon Prime to find something to watch while I had the birds out of their cages. I saw that they offered a documentary on the atomic bomb. I’m a sucker for books and videos about the bomb, going back to The Making of the Atomic Bomb by Richard Rhodes, so I had to watch.

As I expected, I found it entertaining. I haven’t seen all of it yet. I hoped to see some mention of Richard Feynman, a great physicist who worked on the bomb in his youth, but he has not appeared yet.

A friend of mine bought me a new copy of Richard Feynman’s first book, Surely You Must be Joking, Mr. Feynman, as a Christmas present, and I have been reading it over the last few weeks.

I first bought the book years ago, when I was a physics student. I bought a lot of physics-related nonfiction. When I dropped out of grad school and moved back to Miami, I put my books in boxes, and later, I found that ants had eaten a lot of them. At some point after that, Feynman got publicity from some source or other, and his book became popular.

It’s always a bummer when other people catch onto something you like. Everyone thinks you jumped on the bandwagon, and you end up having very unsatisfying conversations with real bandwagon jumpers who lack any sort of real understanding. It reminds me of my experiences with brewing. I was a beer freak even when I was in high school, and then at some point other people got into quality beers and homebrewing, and suddenly the world was full of hipsters who were instant beer experts.

I’ll tell you something funny. No matter how popular good beer becomes, there won’t be many people who can tell Miller Lite from Dogfish Head. That’s just the way humanity is.

I loved Feynman’s books. I won’t lie; I didn’t understand the third one I bought. It was about quantum electrodynamics. I didn’t have the patience to work my way through it. But the first two were great. They were autobiographies. He wrote about his experiences as a smart kid, as well as his time working with great men of science.

I learned something interesting from the bomb documentary. The thing I learned was of great historical importance, but I had never heard about it before. My best guess: liberal journalists and academics suppressed it. It concerned the United States and atomic policy, and it cast the United States in a very favorable light, so it’s the kind of thing hippies would naturally find infuriating and worthy of concealment.

The United States, on its own, tried to get rid of nuclear weapons and prevent the arms race.

For a short time, before the expected and unpreventable betrayal by leftists put the bomb in the hands of evil communist regimes, the US had a monopoly on nuclear weapons. We proposed destroying them and working to create a global ban on new production, combined with verification. The Soviets were working on their own bombs, and they refused to cooperate until we destroyed our weapons. Of course, the demand was ridiculous. We knew they were working on the bomb, and we didn’t know how far along they were. We knew we didn’t know how far along they were. It would have been idiotic to disarm and hope they didn’t have bombs waiting to be deployed.

The Soviet empire was, as Reagan put it, evil, and there is no way to justify the canard that westerners were just as bad. Even the disenfranchised in countries like the US had it much better than ordinary Soviet citizens, who were prisoners and slaves in their own nations. The Soviets were warlike and aggressive, and their policy was to expand by means of force. Unchecked, this would have resulted in a world system in which all human beings were humiliated prisoners and slaves. Taking a chance of making the USSR a nuclear monopoly would have been criminal.

I’m old, and I’m not especially ignorant, yet until last night, I was unaware that the US had tried to prevent the arms race. Thank you, crooked disseminators of information.

Today during breakfast I decided to Google and see if there were any documentaries about Feynman, and I came across a very interesting site. It’s called Cosmolearning. I know very little about it, but the “About” page says, “Collecting the top educational videos on the web, generously offered by hundreds of universities, educators, and professionals, we share their passion for teaching by providing a platform for world-class education free of charge.”

They had several videos on Feynman. Now I have some good stuff to look forward to.

Feynman’s autobiographical books are good reading not just because he writes about science, but because he writes interesting tales about a remarkable person with an engaging personality. He writes about his feelings, not just his accomplishments. A lot of his stories are funny. Some are moving.

One deceptive thing about the books is that Feynman undersells his intelligence. He was not just brilliant. He was extraordinary among brilliant people. But he describes himself as a guy who was dazzled and intimidated by the bright people he worked with.

Feynman writes about working on the bomb as a young man, as though he hadn’t graduated from college. He mentions overseeing high school boys at Los Alamos, as though he were some kind of low-level babysitter. I looked it up, and I found out that he had received his Ph.D. in 1942, at about the age of 24, before starting to work on the bomb.

So much for the babysitter narrative.

Feynman scored 125 on an IQ test, and that’s not impressive, but he also blew the tops out of very difficult math exams. His aptitude for math and physics was freakish, regardless of his self-deprecation.

It has been suggested that Feynman’s surprisingly low IQ was due to the nature of the test he took. After all, IQ is a test score, not a definitive quantization of intelligence. A very smart person can, legitimately, have a low IQ. You just have to measure the right things.

Most physicists are not good at verbal tasks. I know that from working with them. The great physicist Murray Gell-Mann said more or less the same thing in one of his books; he remarked that he was unusual because his gifts were balanced. It may be that Feynman’s test measured verbal ability more than mathematical aptitude. My guess is that a score of 125 on such a test would be unusually high for a physicist. I wouldn’t be surprised to find that other brilliant STEM thinkers had disappointing IQ scores.

Anyway, the notion that Feynman was anything less than astounding is untenable.

This got me thinking about smart people, so I Googled John von Neumann. If you don’t know who he is, it suffices to say that he appears to be the smartest person, among people of note, of the last century. He intimidated people like Edward Teller the way Edward Teller would intimidate you or me.

The power of von Neumann’s mind was incomprehensible. He made gigantic contributions in a number of fields in which most solid workers have no hope of making any type of memorable impact.

I have to say that I was depressed a little by looking into these things. God gave me some pretty good gifts, and I didn’t do anything with them. Earthly achievements aren’t very important in the Christian scheme, since everyone in heaven is a greater genius than 10 von Neumanns, but doing nothing with your gifts is not something that makes you feel good.

I always wonder what would have happened, had I been raised in a healthy family, by people who knew how to help their kids win. These days, I goad my friends to avoid the minefields I walked into. I tell them they need to get their kids started on music, math, and languages EARLY, EARLY, EARLY. Once you hit maybe 16, everything gets harder to learn, and your future success becomes limited. Earthly gifts aren’t everything, but being strong is usually better than being weak.

This week I realized something funny: extreme verbal aptitude has very little value. If you have a ton of STEM aptitude, you can use it to get a fine career that will feed you for life, and you may be able to make an extraordinarily large amount of money and look after yourself and others. A STEM person with an IQ of, say, 180 will find a lot of open doors. But what if you have an extreme verbal aptitude? There’s nothing you can do with it. No one will pay you to do crossword puzzles. It will help you as a lawyer, but let’s be honest; a lawyer with an IQ of 145 (common) will be able to do absolutely everything the law demands, very, very well. We have probably had good Supreme Court justices who were not that smart.

God gave me a very high verbal IQ, and now I know how unmarketable it is!

I do very well in STEM pursuits, but I got a late, late start. I was 30. I went from algebra dropout to grad student in a top physics program in 4 years, but I got burned out and quit (also, I suspect my memory was fading and making it harder), and I very much doubt I was ever going to come up with anything useful. I would have ended up doing experimental physics somewhere, shooting lasers through cold gases or something, and taking endless measurements to be interpreted by people who were smarter than I.

Maybe there is something useful about extreme verbal aptitude, and I just haven’t figured it out yet. Or maybe it’s just a gift to keep me entertained. I would not wish it for a son or daughter. A nice solid 650 verbal SAT and an 800 math SAT would get a kid much farther in life.

It seems to me that smart STEM people give us things that are useful, whereas verbal freaks do nothing but misunderstand and spread misunderstanding. They write books and essays full of godless opinion and conjecture, dragging the rest of us along in their wakes. The academics who are constantly hacking away at Christians are mostly verbal people.

I think of Justice Brennan, the famous liberal sage. He was wrong all the time, and his views were poisonous, but he was so smart, he convinced people (probably including himself) he was right. What a wasted life.

Now I’m more depressed than ever!

I may not be inventing great things or advancing physics, but thank God, I haven’t ended up like Sartre or Noam Chomsky or any of the other umpteen million verbal people who spent their days filling other people’s minds with sewage.

I think STEM gifts are better than verbal gifts, but on the whole, freak aptitudes are not that wonderful. The most important thing in life is a relationship with the Holy Spirit. After that, you want a nice, solid above-average brain, and more than that, good habits. The world is full of contented, successful people who serve God and couldn’t equal Feynman’s 125 on their very best days.

Incidentally, Feynman was an atheist. I enjoy his books, and I admire his mind, but in all likelihood, he is in agony right now, defeated forever. Terrible. I will never meet him.

Von Neumann is a different story. When he learned he was seriously ill, he sought God. He was a Jew by birth. I guess he was not religious prior to his illness, because he didn’t look for a rabbi to help him. He became a Catholic, and even on his deathbed, he was very afraid. I hope he made it.

How about all these huge Jewish brains? Where do they come from? What is God’s purpose for them? Feynman, von Neumann, Einstein, Bohr (half Jewish), Oppenheimer, Norbert Wiener…some almost incredible, others merely amazing. You could sit and list them all day. It almost makes you wonder what life would be without them. Would we have nuclear technology yet?

Gentiles do okay. Tesla, Gauss, Leibniz, Newton, Dirac, Fermi, and so on. But we SHOULD do okay. The vast majority of human beings are Gentiles. Something like 99.8%.


I often wonder why God bothers giving us gifts at all, when the real answer is to connect to the Holy Spirit and get him to take care of you. But I suppose gifts are useful to keep you alive until you find the Holy Spirit. You have to use whatever crude weapons you have.

Whatever my potential was, I missed the bus, so now I get my thrills playing with farm machinery and machine tools. C’est la vie. At least I can function as a walking cautionary tale and help other people.

I’m going to look for more stuff on the Cosmo Learning site. Maybe I can still jam a few more things into the worn-out container which is what’s left of my mind.

Thanks for Your Help

Wednesday, January 31st, 2018

Comments are Appreciated

I want to write a quick post to thank people who have written grateful or positive comments regarding the things I’ve written about God. I tend to think of myself as a sort of invisible person. I don’t see myself as someone other people think about or miss. I don’t have the feeling that I’m important to other people or that I have any influence. That’s just my nature. No matter how many times I get a word of thanks or support, I am always a little surprised when it happens.

The encouragement is very helpful.

I thought I was writing for a few dozen people, but when I looked at correct versions of my site’s statistics, I learned I was getting between 1,000 and 2,000 unique visits per day. That was a little sobering, because it meant I was in danger of affecting a significant number of people. I realized I needed to be careful.

I don’t know why I get so few comments these days. I think the scarcity of comments helped give me a false notion of the size of my audience. I don’t care if people choose not to comment, though. If you don’t feel like it, don’t do it. It’s your business.

I don’t try to build an audience. I am not planning to try to make money here. I am not interested in running a busy forum, either.

I hope that whatever influence I have will become more and more positive. I have a lot to make up for!

Fear is Your Friend

Tuesday, January 30th, 2018

Contempt for God is a Major Problem

I am having a good week. I’ve been asking God to help me spend more time in his presence, especially praying in tongues, and he has been coming through.

It may sound strange, but after all I’ve been through, I still have difficulty motivating myself to pray enough. You would think it would be automatic by now, but it seems like something always comes up to distract me when I try to start the day’s second session. For example, it may suddenly seem very important for me to look something up on the Internet. First thing you know, an hour has passed, and I no longer have time to do what I should.

I know spirits work to distract and discourage us. I would do the same thing, if I were headed for the lake of fire. I would do anything to delay it.

Youtube has turned out to be very helpful. If you like, you can turn Youtube into a source of frivolous viral entertainment. You can watch all sorts of garbage. It doesn’t have to be that way, though. There are all sorts of helpful Christian videos on the site, and once you start looking at them, Youtube seems completely different. I’ve been looking at a lot of videos by people who say they’ve seen hell.

I’m not as interested in learning about heaven. The desire to go to heaven can’t motivate you like fear of hell.

Yesterday I came across a remarkable video. A young man said he had had a number of dreams of hell. The thing that struck me about it was that he reminded me so much of myself. He said things I say. He emphasized things I emphasize.

He discouraged people from getting caught up in church. Church buffs would have fits watching that. We think church is the answer to everything. Sit in church once a week, and you go to heaven. The man in the video said he saw pastors in hell. Their problem was that they taught people to serve them, not God.

Boy, can I relate to that. I belonged to two churches that turned pastors into cult leaders.

I belonged to Trinity Church in Miami. It was just an apparatus designed to make the Wilkerson family rich and famous. They sucked up to anyone they thought might have money, power, or the ability to put them in front of cameras. They made the armorbearers treat Luther Campbell and Kim Kardashian like VIP’s. They demonized anyone who talked about the church’s problems. This is how things work in megachurches and would-be megachurches like Trinity. The stoning of prophets didn’t stop or even slow down with the crucifixion.

After that, I belonged to New Dawn Ministries, also in Miami. The pastors were treated to repeated “Pastor Appreciation Days,” and they were never held accountable for anything. We sent them to spas and hotels while the church was failing financially. The head pastor got up and lectured us once, because we had not given his family enough money on his birthday.

The church is gone. All the rosy “prophecies” about its success have been exposed as fantasy. The pastor is awaiting trial on very serious charges. What’s happening to all the people who idolized him? They have suffered a lot of damage, and much of it is his fault.

Churches are very dangerous. Each one of us is supposed to be taught directly by God, and a preacher’s real purpose is to connect us, not to get us to pay for thrones and jets.

When a pastor is a church’s only source of information, he becomes a choke point. Everything has to pass through him. All Satan has to do is take down one fool, and the rest of the crowd follows. When every person knows the Lord and hears from him every day, that’s not possible.

If Mormons and Muslims knew the Holy Spirit, Mormonism and Islam would not exist. These cults were started by individuals, not God. God doesn’t want a Pope or a Twelfth Imam. He wants all of his children to have knowledge and authority. A church that depends on one man is like a dog that balances on one sore foot.

When you try to help by pointing out the problems, they call you rebellious and self-righteous. They say, “Look what we do for the poor. Look at our charities.” Al Capone did the same thing. He used soup kitchens to excuse his crimes. Who cares what you do for the poor, if you steal and send people to hell?

I see a theme in many videos. They cover a topic most preachers ignore: the problem of Christians going to hell. The witnesses mention a problem which boils down to one issue: people don’t repent of their sins. Some don’t repent at all, so their salvation is fake to begin with. Others repent and then let it go. They go back to sinning, and instead of repenting, they mumble, “God please forgive me,” every time they do what they please. Then they end up in hell, claiming they don’t belong there.

Salvation is by faith, not acts, and you will probably sin from time to time after you’re saved, but you’re not allowed to keep sin in your life, deliberately. This is why Christians are so upset by gays who pretend to be saved. You can be gay and be saved if you repent. You can’t be saved if you continue in your lifestyle and insist God is all for it.

I find these videos disturbing. I’ve sinned casually many times since becoming a Christian. I wonder how many people I know are in hell or headed that way, in spite of their religion.

Most people go to hell, but I wonder…what’s the ratio? Is it 51%? Is it 75%? What if it’s 98%? Things may be much worse than we think.

I have to ask myself: why take a chance? Why try to find out how much I can sin and still enter heaven? It’s not good to sin, ever, even if you’re forgiven.

I’m beginning to think I need to do more to isolate myself from bad influences. I don’t watch much TV, apart from old movies and non-trashy reality TV (Forged in Fire, etc.). Maybe I need to keep cutting back, and I definitely need to reduce the amount of news I read, because it stirs up worry and anger. God is looking after me. I don’t really need to know about every problem that faces society. I don’t need to read Internet comments. It’s like watching demons bicker.

Preachers tell us that when the Bible talks about the fear of the Lord, it’s really talking about “loving reverence” or something. The words translated as “fear” mean “fear,” however. Why are we afraid to say that? Read the Bible and see how people behaved in God’s presence. Often, they fell on their faces in terror, not reverence or joy.

Good kids are afraid of their parents, even though they know they are loved. Law-abiding citizens are afraid of the justice system. There is nothing wrong with being afraid of God. We need it, and we don’t have it. If we could see the loved ones and acquaintances who are thrashing and screaming in fire right now, we would probably look at God differently.

I am still screwing up a lot, and I have to be more serious. God has shown me that the more time I spend in prayer, the fewer problems I will have. I hope he gives me the time and ability to improve my performance.

Take a look at the video I’m writing about. See if it strikes a nerve.

I have Lost my Taste for Mud Pies

Monday, January 29th, 2018

Grammy Nausea

Today I wrote a long piece about the Grammy show, which I did not watch. I was disturbed to hear that celebrities were reading from the anti-Trump gossip book which is making the rounds. I was especially disturbed to hear that they put Hillary Clinton on the show, reading from the book. Talk about not being able to let go. Donald Trump is the president. Hillary will never hold that office. If you’re going to live in denial, at least pick someone credible.

Some people say society is becoming polarized. I think that’s too kind. Society is being centrifuged, very forcefully. People who side with God and people who want no part of him are being divided into easily disginguished groups. The divide is sharper than ever, and the deluded folks on the wrong side (the left) are even sillier and less rational than we expected them to become.

I wrote about the sad way celebrities try to extend this life. They get what they want on earth, so they go in for botox, plastic surgery, weird diets, hair dye, girdles, and God knows what else, pretending to be young as long as possible. Then one day the lights go out, and they find themselves in a place where there is no such thing as celebrity. They go from rich and pampered to ordinary, poor, powerless, tormented, and humiliated.

A Christian tires of this life. He looks forward to the end of it. He looks forward to living in a world of fairness and peace.

I wrote about all this, and then I deleted what I had written, because I realized I was jumping on these people as though I had never been one of them. In my youth, I did my best to increase my pride. I tried to succeed as a worldly, selfish person. The thing that stopped me wasn’t principle. God himself stood in the way, and if he hadn’t, I, too, could be in the situation the Grammy crowd is in. I would not know God. I would be alone in the world. I would know despair again. I would once again live in defeat.

People who are against God have no authority. They are wheeled around by demons and fallen angels, from fake triumph to fake triumph, thinking they ran 90-yard touchdowns by themselves. The same spirits that pamper and promote them have the power to cast them down into pits of filth, and when the puppets outlive their usefulness, that often happens. Look at Robin Williams, Elvis Presley, Michael Jackson, Kurt Cobain, Whitney Houston, Amy Winehouse, Harvey Weinstein, Kevin Spacey, Corey Haim, Tom Sizemore…how much space do I have? Such spirits would be wheeling me around right now, had God not stopped me.

Later on in the day I saw a former pro wrestler on video. When he was working, he had huge, bulging muscles all over him. In the video, he looked worse than I do. He was about 6 feet tall, and I would guess he weighed 175. Part of that was a gut. His arms were soft and spindly. His neck was scrawny. His voice had lost its boom. He died after the video was made. He took steroids and other drugs for years, so I assume that’s what killed him.

He made me think of the oddly costumed, hopelessly immature celebrities on the show, reading from their toxic book as though it were the Bible. People who are granted extraordinary success without God are pumped up with pride. They look much bigger than they are. Eventually, that pride will be released, like air from balloons.

There are a lot of ways to give up your youth for fame. Pro wrestling is high on the list. These guys have no common sense at all. They tear their bodies up learning to do fake wrestling. Then if they’re lucky, they get called up by Vince McMahon or someone similar. Then they spend their careers getting concussions, back injuries, and knee injuries. After that, the industry spits them out on the other side of fame. No one cares about them. Often, the money is gone. They have no skills. And while they’re in the business, they live empty, seedy lives. They use drugs. They fornicate like crazy. They get in real fights. They have terrible problems with their families. The business is like a machine with hopeful kids riding into one end and broken old men and women falling out of the other.

It is amazing how we human beings fall for the same shiny baits, over and over. I’ve often thought fish were stupid for biting plastic lures, but a lure can only take your life. It can’t put you in hell or come between you and God. We bite at things that are much more dangerous, and we know what we’re doing when we make our choices! We hate God’s ways. We don’t want to see him until 5 minutes from the end, so we can beg him for mercy in hopes of getting the same rewards he gives to people who turn to him when they’re 7 years old.

It’s very discouraging, looking at the undignified, underdeveloped dupes who lead our culture. I suppose I think too much about the world as a whole. Most people will go to hell no matter what, and it has always been this way. I have to start focusing on the world within a world. There is a certain segment of society which will respond and survive, and I have to remember that they are out there.

God’s work is salvage. It’s like trash-picking at the dump, complete with the smell and the flies. God passes by most of what he sees. Occasionally, he comes across someone he can work with, and that person is plucked out. He doesn’t quit just because the world is a landfill. One day the landfill will be cleaned out and restored, and he will be left with a shiny harvest that made it all worth it.

I’m glad I don’t watch award shows. I’m glad I don’t know what James Corden or Cardi B looks like. Watching that nonsense would be like sitting in a lifeboat, watching people fight over the best deck chairs on the Titanic.

For me, the rapture can’t come fast enough. I want people to have time to repent, but at the same time, I’m disgusted by the world, and I want to see the foolishness end forever. If you’re attached to this life, you are not seeing things clearly. This planet is a disaster. We are rapidly approaching the point where the return on God’s investment will no longer justify the aggravation we create for him, and then the end will come.

When I think of Christians trying to live in peace and victory in this world, I think of Jesus, sleeping in the boat while the storm raged. He didn’t pretend there was no storm, which is what we do when we pretend the earth is basically a nice place. He relied on supernatural help to keep him calm and confident.

I still remember my dream of the rapture. I fully believed I was on my way. I started rising off the floor, and although I was scared, I was very eager to get it over with. I was happy to see this mess move toward a close. I’m scared of pain and injury, but death itself is something I look forward to.

Think how nice heaven will be. No hateful demonstrations. No nasty Internet comments. No women with tattoos. No perverts. No disagreement of any kind. No BLM. No GLAAD. No abortion clinics. No Grammys. If a bus for heaven pulled up outside, I would be on it in a heartbeat. I am not willing to take stem cells from unborn babies to prolong my tour of duty here. I do not want to have my head frozen; if anything, I want to rot so I can’t be put back together. Don’t put me on a breathing machine. Don’t give me a secondhand heart. Just prop me up in bed with some ice cream and wait for the Lord to punch my ticket.

I hope I can be of some benefit to other people while I’m here. That’s about all I care about, as far as earthly accomplishments. I’m not going to write a bestselling novel or find a cure for cancer. I just want to do what I have been left here to do and move ON.

The Oscars are coming up in March. I think I watched them once when I was in high school. Not planning to sit through them this year. If I want to hear how people feel about Donald Trump, I’ll…well, I won’t want to. I’m sure it will be a great show, but to me, it would be like watching dirty babies give each other mud pies.

I wonder how weird things will get before the end. I really do. Look how weird they are now, and we’re still here.

I’m so glad God didn’t give me what I wanted. Peaking in this life is catastrophic.

The Hands of God

Tuesday, January 23rd, 2018

Good Fathers Don’t Abandon Children

I have been a little reluctant to blog something that has been happening to me. Sometimes you think God is doing something for you, but he’s not. Then you tell people about it, and you find out you were wrong, and you have to retract it. I did not want that to happen.

Supposedly, a number of people “healed” by Benny Hinn later turned out to be mistaken. Is that because they were never healed, or is it because they were healed and then lost it? Search me.

Some Christians think any story that glorifies God is a good story, so preachers go around telling a lot of lies they’ve heard from other preachers. They don’t check. For example, as I think I’ve mentioned before, there is the tale of the 2 Moravian slaves.

Two white men from Moravia, wherever that is, found out about the slave trade in the Caribbean, so they wanted to evangelize the slaves. The only way to do it was to sell themselves as slaves, to be taken to the people they wanted to help. They stood on the dock, with the Vistavision cameras rolling and the Warner Brothers orchestra playing in the background, as they waved goodbye to their families, knowing they would never see them again. But it was okay, because they were going to be miserable slaves for Jesus. And the rest of us should feel really bad and do extremely unpleasant things in order to please God. Who promised that his yoke was easy and his burden was light (SHHH!).

Of course, it’s a lie. It was not possible for white men to become slaves in the Caribbean. And think about this: who would sell them? You can’t have a slave without an owner. If you sell yourself, aren’t you, based on your ownership status, a free man?

Anyway, it didn’t happen. Look it up. Two Moravian guys went to the Caribbean to preach, and both went home soon afterward. Yawn. How is this even a story? How many people take trips so they can preach? A whole lot.

Telling people ridiculous fables of superhuman devotion and suffering is a bad idea. It makes people think they’re not good enough to become Christians, which is an absurd notion, since a Christian, by definition, is a bad person who takes credit for the righteousness of Jesus. It makes Christianity sound painful and miserable, when in reality, the Christian life is more pleasant than the heathen life. It also makes people think Christianity is a lie. If a preacher will tell one lie, surely he’ll tell another, right? It’s like telling your kids Santa is real and then yanking the rug out from under them when they’re 7. “If Santa isn’t real, then what about Jesus?”

I won’t “help” God with myths and lies. For that reason, I don’t like to give a testimony unless I’m pretty sure it’s solid.

Here is the testimony.

I used to play stringed instruments. I went back to it a few years back. Several joints on my left hand swelled up and looked grotesque, and they hurt. I quit. I tried again. I quit. I tried again. I quit.

I was starting to play again before I moved away from the stinkhole known as Miami, but I got busy with other things, and I let it go.

Here in Marion County, I decided to get back on it. I have a nice big room where I can practice. I picked up the banjo again (sorry), and then I got back to the guitar. I play a dreadnought with medium-gauge strings and a hard pick. Not easy on the hands. Eventually, I decided to brave the mandolin, which is the least ergonomic instrument there is, unless you count playing the drums with your face.

The mandolin stresses the joints like crazy, because the fingerboard is cramped.

I took action in the supernatural. I spoke defeat to the joint issue and the spirits behind it. I commanded myself to be healed.

That was a month or more ago, and my fingers are fine. Sometimes I think they’re going to swell up and hurt, but they don’t. A healing can be hard to accept. Sometimes we’re afraid to have faith.

I have never had problems with my joints, except for a slight stiffness in my knees, which God healed during church services, and the finger thing, and some pain in my hands. I bounce around like a high school kid. I jump onto my truck. I jog up stairs. My hands were the only areas of concern. I had the guitar issue plus some other joint pains.

The other pains are leaving along with the guitar problems. I realized it this morning. I can do things that used to make my hands hurt. That’s very nice. Our hands are our main interface with the world. Lose your hands, and you become isolated from objects you need to manipulate.

I’m not going to promise you my hands will remain well. Just telling you what happened.

I can’t listen to teachers who have no testimony. Like the Pope. If you haven’t had a miracle, you’re doing Christianity wrong. You can have miracles and be a bad Christian, but you can’t be a good Christian without experiencing miracles. Why? Because God is not stingy with the children he loves, and because this world is a battlefield. God isn’t going to sit back and let us be annihilated without providing for us. He will let you lose if you’re ignorant, but if you have knowledge, you will receive help.

It’s funny; people dismiss the miraculous, saying we’re not supposed to follow signs. That’s not very smart. We are not supposed to follow signs, but signs always follow us. Jesus said they would, and he is not a liar. If you’re not seeing signs, you should be concerned. God is doing everything right, so you must be the problem.

If someone appears to work a miracle, and you assume he knows all about God because of it, you’re making a big mistake. Look at the millions of people Benny Hinn has messed up. On the other hand, if you blindly swallow everything you hear from a person who has never experienced a miracle, what are you thinking? If the cord is plugged in, the motor will run. That’s a fact. If the motor never runs, it’s not plugged in.

Testimony is better than teaching. Teaching is like gossip. It’s second-hand. Every person who repeats a rumor may distort it. The Bible praises witnesses more than teachers. A teacher tells what he heard. It’s hearsay. A witness tells you what he saw.

There is a reason the words “witness” and “testimony” appear in the Bible over and over.

The Bible doesn’t say we overcome by listening to teaching. It says we overcome by the blood of the Lamb and the word of our testimony. Teaching is sometimes better than nothing, but it’s way overrated, and it’s very, very dangerous.

Here is what James said about teaching:

Not many of you should become teachers, my brothers, since you know that we will be judged more severely. For we all stumble in many ways; if someone does not stumble in what he says, he is a mature man who can bridle his whole body. If we put a bit into a horse’s mouth to make it obey us, we control its whole body as well. And think of a ship — although it is huge and is driven by strong winds, yet the pilot can steer it wherever he wants with just a small rudder. So too the tongue is a tiny part of the body, yet it boasts great things. See how a little fire sets a whole forest ablaze!

Our job isn’t to become sages who walk on air and make people kiss our feet as we pass. It’s to introduce others to the Holy Spirit, so he can teach them. Look what John said:

As for you, the Messianic anointing you received from the Father remains in you, so that you have no need for anyone to teach you. On the contrary, as his Messianic anointing continues to teach you about all things, and is true, not a counterfeit, so, just as he taught you, remain united with him.

And now, children, remain united with him; so that when he appears, we may have confidence and not shrink back from him in shame at his coming.

Authority comes from time spent in the presence of God, not time spent in the presence of a rabbi, a preacher, or the greatest apostle.

Guess I’m digressing.

Anyway, my hands feel great.

One-Hit Wonder Woman

Monday, January 22nd, 2018

Best Part: Feminist Heroine Named “Gal”

I am stuck here for a few minutes, so I will write some more. I will review the movie Wonder Woman.

My friend Mike came to visit, and he likes watching movies, so we rented a few things. Very shallow stuff. Jack Reacher, for example. You don’t want to watch Ingmar Bergman after a day of shooting and BBQ (or ever). Wonder Woman, a movie which got hysterical stellar reviews, made the list.

I was curious to see what the fuss was about. I still am.

When this movie came out, people acted like it was the greatest film ever made. They raved. They acted like they had never seen a female superhero in a movie before. They acted like the idea of a female superhero was a sudden blast of genius, like the invention of the nuclear reactor or even the couch-sized Snuggie. I wondered what I was missing. Maybe that’s why they call her Wonder Woman. Everyone wonders why the reviews are so great.

Here is what I saw: a thick-headed, uninformed, well-meaning exhibitionist “goddess” who belongs to an advanced civilization that has never invented the wheel or electricity and has somehow failed to conclude that people are bad.

What if I make a crazy suggestion? For the first time today, I mean? What if I suggest the media establishment has a sick anti-male, pro-woman bias, and their obsession with promoting their agenda is what’s driving the crazy reviews?

No. I won’t hear of it.

If you read a spoiler after this point, it’s on you.

An American spy serving the British (????) crashes a stolen German biplane near a giant, invisible island full of Amazons. It’s probably 1918. He has just escaped from a German fortress, in a hilly area which doesn’t appear to be anywhere close to water. He has not been gone long enough for the tiny gas tank in his biplane to be empty. Maybe 15 minutes? The Germans are right behind him, having caught up in…a battleship.

I’m not kidding. Watch it yourself. The plane probably does 50 knots, and it had a head start, but a big, wobbly battleship not only chased it successfully, but gained ground on it, implying the ship is actually faster.


That must be some headwind.

The Amazons apparently have some kind of code which says they have to kill every man who shows up. Kind of like the Jenners. I’m not sure. Anyway, Wonder Genius does exactly what you would expect. She violates the Prime Anti-Toxic-Masculinity Directive, enraging Queen Allred the Gorgon, and saves the spy. A bunch of Germans chase them onto the beach, and there is a fight. Germans with rifles v. Amazons with arrows, spears, and little outfits that show their underwear every single time they move. Totally realistic battle dress.

Why do the Amazons fight with primitive weapons? Well, I’m not saying it’s because engineers invent weapons and women are bad at math. Whatever the answer is, I’m not saying that.

Predictably, the Amazons win, even though some get shot. What happens to the German ship? No idea. I guess the captain got bored and decided to go home. Because that would totally make sense.

My charitable guess: I was in the bathroom when the Amazons sunk the ship with their estrogen cannon.

Wonder Woman, who lives on an island full of full-time warriors, is very surprised to learn that human beings fight…wars. She will not have it. She won’t! She concludes that Aries (Mars, in other words) must be mesmerizing human beings to make them mean. Because living on an island completely populated by women, she has never seen anger, pettiness, unforgiveness, or spite.

Oh, no. That would not happen.

I guess someone must own the copyright to Mars, because it would have been a much better name. How many Americans know Aries is also the “god” of war? Probably four.

They must have given up negotiations with the Mars bar people, to rent the name. Think of the tie-ins they could have come up with. Fried Mars bars at movie concession stands. Bruno Mars singing the theme song.

The Amazons have a sword called “the god-killer.” I don’t remember much about it, but I think they had it made so they could kill Aries. Which they haven’t bothered to do. In order to make sure it was put to good use, they locked it in a tower and made a law saying no one could touch it. You think Wonder Badger cares about that? Wonder Badger don’t care. She wants the sword, she takes it.

She gets in a boat with Steve the Spy and sails to England, practically forcing him to sleep with her (actual sleep) along the way. He has to promise to take her to the front, where she can kill Mars and put a permanent end to all this nasty masculine war and make everyone read GOOP every day.


They find a mean German general she thinks is Mars. She kills him, and the war goes on. Being extremely stupid, she is surprised.

He wasn’t Aries. His super powers came from snorting a primitive form of crystal meth. If he had lived, he would have moved his headquarters into a trailer and spent the rest of his days contesting restraining orders. He would have been the first Prussian officer to go into battle wearing a mullet. He would have missed key operations because his 1992 Trans Am full of squirrels was up on blocks.

Later on, it turns out an English lord is really Aries. Sure. She fights him. He disintegrates her sword. It turns out she, not the sword, is the god-killer. Merit scholar that he is, he tells her this.

She wins, after she does the deed with Steve the Spy. Steve blows himself up in a plane full of poison gas bombs. He has to, in order to rid the world of the gas. Personally, I would have flown it down the road aways, gotten out, and blown it up from a safe distance. Then he could have blamed the dog, if you get my drift. But Steve has his reasons. I’m sure.

That’s it. That’s the whole movie. I may have made some mistakes, but I don’t care.

I have some complaints.

1. The main character is dumber than a sack of unusually dumb rocks.

Maybe that’s my only complaint.

No, wait.

2. The male co-protagonist or whatever kills himself for no reason whatsoever.

3. Wonder Woman kills no end of German men, as if they were cockroaches, but when she has a chance to crush the lady who makes the poison gas that killed her BF and a whole village full of charming, illiterate peasants, she gets all holy and refuses.

4. The teleporting German battleship…where did it go? Maybe it sailed to Burbank and became the Love Boat. No, Der Liebe Boat. Stubing is a German name.

5. The jokes are bad. Or were they jokes? Maybe there were no jokes.

6. The 2 biggest female characters can’t do a foreign accent. Asterisk: they are both actual foreigners.

7. The plot makes no sense. Aries is dead, and we keep having wars, as far as I know. What was the point?

8. The Amazons spread their legs at the camera over and over. It’s like the director was standing behind the camera, yelling, “SPREAD! SPREAD!” People seem to think this movie was about proving women are strong and useful and not to be objectified sexually. Am I the only one who sees the inconsistency? It’s like watching Marie Curie lecture in a G-string and pasties with propellers on them. One red and one white. Like the Polish flag.

The movie is not clever or original. In fact, it’s very stupid and trite. It’s not moving, unless you’re a 9-year-old girl or a gay man who wants to be every woman who wears shiny things and gets attention. It doesn’t do anything new. No frontiers have been expanded. It’s not Brokeback Mountain for women. Why are people so in love with it?

From a Christian standpoint, I’m not thrilled with it. The notion that women are morally superior to men and ought to be in charge is a Satanic notion that goes back to Eden. If you think women are morally superior, you must not know many women.

I don’t like the implication that pantheism is correct, either. Would DC even dream of creating a Christian superhero who blasts people with God’s power? I don’t think so. I don’t think anything affirming God’s authority has been put into this type of movie since the Lost Ark melted Belloq’s face. So why the endorsement of pantheism? And what about the “god-killer”? A woman with supernatural powers, created to kill a masculine “god.” Not a wholesome idea.

It’s a very dumb movie. And no one seems to realize it! That makes me nervous. When people believe the absurd, the supernatural is generally at work. I wonder if this movie has some kind of dark purpose, apart from wasting people’s time and promoting lust.

Right now, people are swooning over Gal Gadot, the star of the movie. Some feminists are urging her to change her name to “Womyn Gadot,” but that’s beside the point. My prediction: this is where her career will peak. She’s Sacha Baron Cohen, and Borat just went to cable. She looks great, but she’s a very weak actress. She will be Wonder Woman for the rest of her life, after a few unsuccessful efforts to branch out. Buy a nice pen and get ready to make a living signing autographs at comic conventions. We saved James Doohan’s seat for you. Mind the Otis Spunkmeyer muffin crumbs.

This movie makes me feel like I’ve been manipulated. “You HAVE to love this movie.” No, I don’t. It’s bad. Compared to this, Jack Reacher was Prince Hamlet of Denmark.

It’s like when people tell you you have to love the Beatles. Okay, sure. “She Loves You Yeah Yeah Yeah” has just as much artistic merit as “Gimme Shelter” and “Paint it Black.” “Maxwell’s Silver Hammer” makes Hoagie Carmichael cry in his grave. No question about it. That’s why so many artists have covered it. Stop talking to me now.

I guess my clothes are finally ready to come out of the dryer. I’m done.

The Tough Sledding is Over

Monday, January 22nd, 2018

Real Snipers Use Card Tables

I’m still excited about the results I got with the .17 HMR rifle the other day. I am now shooting 1 MOA or maybe 1.05 MOA, but anyway, close to 1 MOA. This is something I didn’t expect to happen so easily. Now that I know I am capable of shooting rifles pretty well, it’s time to think about plans for longer ranges and bigger calibers.

First thing…I believe I need to measure off 150 and 200 yards for the .17 HMR, and I need to get out my larger targets. The rifle I’m using is capable of shooting well at those ranges, provide I only shoot on calm days. I need to make the most of it. If what people are telling me is right, I should be able to go considerably farther. This gun shoots very cheap ammo, and it’s easy on the shoulder, so I need to get as much mileage as I can from it.

After that, I need to think about different calibers. I also need to learn about compensating for wind.

I have a .308, which I originally bought with the intention of turning it into a .260 Remington. In order to do that, I need a .260 barrel. DPMS, the lazy company that made the gun, quit making .260 barrels. That means spending more on a an aftermarket barrel. I never got around to buying one.

I still have a huge amount of cheap .308 ammo. I feel like I should try to shoot some of it before giving up on .308. Or maybe I shouldn’t. I should be able to sell it.

People say my ammunition (Radway Green) is not that accurate. It’s hard to get the truth on the Internet, because a guy who gets lucky and puts 2 shots through 1 hole will say it shoots 0 MOA, and then idiots will believe it and drive themselves crazy trying to equal his performance. Other guys will shoot 3 MOA and say that’s all the ammunition will do, but it will be because they don’t want to admit they can’t shoot. So you have to do the shooting for yourself in order to learn anything.

I have improved my technique, and I have learned about the evil effects of wind, so I should be able to evaluate the ammo for myself. I have to get that done.

Someone recommended shooting .223. He said it was cheaper than new .17, and it would be very accurate. I don’t have a .223 rifle or reloading dies, though. I don’t want an AR15. I don’t like them for self-defense, and they’re not as good as bolt guns for distance. That means I would need a .223 bolt gun and a scope. That would cost $600. The ammunition would run nearly 30 cents per round, if my math is right. That’s 1.5 times as expensive as .17 HMR, so I think the person who said .223 is cheap was wrong.

Anyway, it’s a low-recoil round which shoots well and is useful for killing fairly large things.

Another possibility: give up on .260 (which Remington has abandoned) and go for nearly identical 6.5mm Creedmoor. This might be the best move. It’s super-accurate, and you can hunt with it. Not just pigs and coyotes, but deer. I can’t recall why I wanted .260 instead of Creedmoor, but my understanding is that Creedmoor (someone will complain that I don’t always type 6.5mm) is very popular, and that means I will be able to find brass, dies, whatever, very easily.

I suppose I should be able to go up to 400 yards on this property without endangering anyone, if I do it right.

Right now, I shoot in the general direction of a road. Should I worry? Not unless I should also worry when I drive a 3-ton vehicle on that road, with nothing but lane stripes between me and cars full of innocent kids. It’s better to be hit by a rifle round than crushed by a pickup truck traveling at a relative speed of 130 mph. That’s how I see it, anyway. There is no way to be completely safe. There are people in every direction, just as there are people all around when you hunt on public land. The key is not to be a moron. I think I can manage that.

It’s legal, so nobody can do anything to prevent me from shooting.

I read an interesting article about modern rifles. Some guys took several random rifles right out of the box and started shooting, and every rifle shot under 1 MOA. The conclusion? Modern rifles are pretty good. You don’t have to spend your life savings to get accuracy. They all shot under 1 MOA for 5 initial shots, and they were all close to 1 MOA after 10 shots with no rest. Hot barrels. Cheap ammo. Makes you think twice about buying a great old gun built back in the good old days. New is better.

The sad thing about modern firearm accuracy is that it makes these rifles really good at killing…excuses. If the ammo isn’t total garbage, and the gun is new…it’s you, baby. Own it.

They fired from a sled, which is a vise that holds guns. A sled allows virtually no error, apart from the error of the gun and ammunition. I’ve seen people use these at the range. I don’t like them. I see how a sled would be useful for zeroing a gun before shooting it for yourself, but I have a feeling a lot of the guys I saw were sled addicts. I don’t think they shot on their own.

I was shooting near Miami, surrounded by people who were generally Cuban, and Latin men tend to be insecure about anything related to masculinity. Miami is a town where there are a lot of guys who drive blacked-out cars and trucks. There are a lot of guys (especially cops) on steroids. Lots of chest-puffing. Lots of domestic violence. You know what I mean. It would not surprise me to see shooters there rely on sleds all the time.

My own experience proves that a relatively unskilled shooter resting his gun on a folding table from Lowe’s can zero a gun pretty darned well. I can get down close to the gun’s limit of accuracy, at least at 100 yards. I don’t know if a sled would be worth the aggravation for me, barring an unexpected invitation to compete in the Olympics.

I feel like I should shoot the .308 a little, see what happens, and then look into 6.5mm Creedmoor. I have prayed about the decisions, and this seems right.

Over the next year, I should be able to develop the skill to shoot well at 400 yards, and that should be enough to make me happy. I have no use for this skill, but I want it anyway.

The Second Amendment is really something. When I Google for gun info, I get astounding information. There are zillions of guys out there, doing great things with guns. It’s not like living in England, where you only get to see rifles at the movies. Here in the US, you don’t have to be a cop or a soldier to be extremely, extremely dangerous. When things really get bad here, the devil’s people are going to have their work cut out for them. There are states where every county is full of folks who will be able to hide behind trees and drop the Beast’s jackbooted thugs like prairie dogs. They won’t be able to subdue us by going door to door with Glocks. They’ll need gunships, infrared cameras, and daisy cutters. And a lot of the people who know how to use those things will defect to our side, because snowflakes generally avoid military and police service.

God bless America. Out of all the world’s countries, this is the one where the thought of fighting guerrillas should make you wet your jammies the most. Getting your way in the end will be so painful, you will wish you had stayed home and surrendered.

If it weren’t for highly skilled private individuals, the cops and the military would have firearms technology and training straight out of 1920 (or maybe 1520). Liberals want private citizens to be separated from weapons technology, but we’re the people who create it and understand it best. Even the hydrogen bomb was created by civilians. A good sophist would say weapons don’t cause many problems until the cops and the military get ahold of them. The damage the rest of us do is very minor, in comparison.

I don’t see myself every getting involved in fighting the Beast’s minions. I think armed insurrection is carnal, and I am not brave, at least when it comes to having parts blown off or roasted. I think I would rather let them kill me so I could be free of this earth. But I can’t speak for the 20 or 30 million other guys out there who disagree with me.

Related: here is a link to an article challenging people who claim to shoot sub-MOA. The author says you need to produce 25 consecutive shots to qualify, which is more or less consistent with what I’ve been saying, although more rigorous.

I felt good about 5 adjoining shots (which were clearly not flukes), but I think you really need a 25-shot 1-MOA hole, perhaps with a few flyers, to prove you shoot sub-MOA. I wouldn’t expect anyone to stay inside a 1-inch circle 100% of the time, because things happen, but if you’re a sub-MOA guy, 90% is not too much to ask.

No News is Very Good News

Wednesday, January 17th, 2018

Rapture Yourself and Get Peace

This morning something disturbing happened. I was reading the news on the Internet, and I got so disgusted I decided to get rid of the bookmarks on my phone’s browser. I had been used to looking at Fox, CNN, and Drudge every morning, but it got to be too much.

Yesterday, the world learned that Donald Trump is in extraordinary health, just as he had claimed in the past. He proved it beyond all doubt, with an extensive medical exam. He even asked for a completely unnecessary dementia test, which he aced. He ordered his doctor to be as open about the results as possible, unlike Obama, who hid the fact that he continued smoking cigarettes in the White House. How did America respond? I’m sure a lot of people didn’t care, but as for the rest, half were happy about it, and the other half were so disappointed and angry, they lost their minds.

I looked at the comments on a Fox story about Trump. They were horrible. Leftists said all sorts of filthy things, and they made up facts. The doctor was wrong. The doctor was lying. The results were actually very bad, if you just looked at them the right way. And of course, offended conservatives said vile things in return.

Even worse, established leftist pundits were doing their best to “debunk” the exam results. CNN has a TV doctor named Sanjay Gupta, and he and Fox reject Alisyn Camerota appeared in a video under a remarkable headline that looked something like “Trump has Heart Disease.” They found one (and only one) heart test that had an unfavorable result, and they also pounced on the fact that Trump is on the fat side. This is what they harped on. Never mind the fact that they were discussing a 71-year-old man who only took two prescriptions for his health, ate whatever he wanted, never exercised, and had a strong heart and a blood pressure of 122/74.

They should have been asking what kind of miracle they were witnessing (and why their own gene pools couldn’t compare). Instead, they were gleefully looking at the results, like pagan priests poking around in bird guts, celebrating any sign that Trump might die soon.

How crazy can people get?

My dad is in very good shape, apart from dementia, and he takes eight prescribed medications per day. Eight. Used to be nine. And he’s not allowed to touch alcohol. If he quit taking blood pressure pills, his systolic pressure would probably be near 200. That’s what “good health” looks like in an elderly American. Trump is on a completely different level.

Hillary Clinton has been obese for a long time. She wears pants to hide the fat (and possibly edema) around her ankles. During the campaign, she had to be loaded into a special van after a collapse. Like a sack of flour. Her legs stopped working, and they held her up by her arms. She has some kind of foot injury that won’t heal. She wears a special boot. Her husband kept McDonald’s in business when he was in office, and he ate and smoked himself into a multiple bypass operation. We don’t hear about these things much. But give Trump an astonishing physical exam indicating freakish good health, and leftists take the day off from whatever real reporting they may still be doing, to look for a speck of morbid light at the end of the tunnel. “Maybe if we look real hard, we will find hope that President Trump will die in office.”

I saw material related to the Trump physical, and while I read, I saw a lot of other things that gave me pains in my heart. I was reading this excrement during a break in prayer. Prior to the break, I had felt pretty good. I had felt the presence of the Holy Spirit, and I was expecting good things to happen. After reading the news, I felt like I had swallowed a pint of gasoline.

I took Fox, CNN, Drudge, and Yahoo out of my browser. I am done. I may become ignorant, but at least my insides won’t be twisting like worms in a jar of lemon juice.

In 2016, I experienced a wonderful event I call “the Little Rapture.” I got fed up and deleted my Facebook and Twitter accounts. I upset some people, but I didn’t care at all. I felt great, knowing I wasn’t going to be treading water in a sea of ignorance and carnality. People could get by without me. They weren’t listening to me anyway.

The churches I went to between 2008 and 2016 were ghetto churches. That means I know a lot of people with ghetto ideas corrupting their lives. They don’t accept responsibility for their problems. They feel like victims. Many of them really have it in for white people and Republicans. They are EXTREMELY proud and very unteachable. As Shakespeare himself noted in Twelfth Night, the poor are much more arrogant than successful people.

They have bad ideas about morality. Many of the girls and women post photos of themselves in their underwear or tiny bathing suits. Some go farther, posing naked or topless and covering up only what they have to. Pregnant wives often post photos of themselves in their underwear, with their bellies hanging out. They hire photographers to help them. You’ll see a prominent guy from church, kneeling on the beach with his older kids and his partially disrobed pregnant wife. Pastors and ushers and whatever will “like” the photos and gush over them. What? Seriously? What Bible do you read?

Many of the people I know love socialism. They want open borders. They are not loyal to the United States. They think of themselves as Puerto Ricans or Haitians or Hondurans (or whatever) first. When elections come, they get very militant about supporting candidates that love abortion, hate God, and hate Israel. You can’t tell them a damned thing. They complain about our godless country, and at the same time, they break their backs supporting the people who keep it that way. They’re responsible for gay marriage and the persecution of Christians, but they think they please Jesus by supporting forced handouts to poor people who don’t feel like working. They’re hard on minority friends and relatives who come around and see the light. They seem to think minorities own all their members, like slaves.

I’m not exaggerating at all. The proud hypocrisy of the American poor is a stronghold like no other.

I got tired of it. Eventually, you realize you’re hanging out with people who are never going to make it, and they wear you down and make you angry, which leads to self-righteousness and a lifestyle of persistent wrath. You have to make the healthy choice. God told me to bail out, and it was wonderful.

I’m glad I wasn’t around for the kneeling business. Colin Kaepernick is a spoiled fool who hates his own country. His own words prove it. But people who stand a better chance of being aborted by their own mothers or killed by their non-white neighbors than by the cops think he’s Jesus II, and you almost never see them complaining about the sick culture that puts them in danger to begin with.

Every culture has problems. The problems of the healthier culture in which I am now immersed are bad enough. I don’t need to look for something worse to waste my time. No one is going to fix our ghettos, any more than they are going to fix the white ghettos of Eastern Kentucky and West Virginia. Put me among people who have some chance of being reached, any day. I abandoned my own people, and I am certainly willing to abandon other people who are just like them.

My native culture is inferior, and I happily admit it. Eastern Kentucky isn’t poor because successful yankees took all the coal and didn’t give anything back. It’s poor because the people are foolish. Put people from, say, Iowa there, and the poverty will disappear forever. Want to fix Haiti? Move the people to their own resort in Montana and turn the Japanese loose in Haiti. Successful people succeed everywhere they go. Failures fail regardless of what you do for them.

The Rapture will be God, saying, “I am fed up. You are done abusing my patience and my children. You can’t learn from love and kindness, so we are leaving, and you can learn–maybe–from unspeakable pain.” It will be God, giving the stubborn their own way. It’s bad to abandon people before the appointed time, but when God blows the whistle, you need to GO. Very often, giving up on people is not merely okay, but mandatory. It happened over and over in the Bible.

When God got me off social media, it was a rapture. I was surrounded by people who thought they knew it all and could not listen. I was attacked for telling the truth. It was tiresome and unproductive. It was like watering plastic plants. Leaving brought me relief.

I love not being on Facebook. I don’t miss the discouraging social media posts of the doggedly misguided. I love being far from Miami; I wish such places did not exist. If I can sustain a practice of avoiding reading the news, I will love that, too. I don’t know how it will work. Maybe I’ll be allowed to read little bits here and there. I hope I will get as little exposure as possible. My reading the news doesn’t help the world, and I’m not sure it’s necessary to my own welfare.

We will find out.

I don’t think the blessings of getting away from Miami and backward people are wasted on me. I am grateful from one end to the other, all the time. I have absolutely nothing negative to say about the move, in spite of the considerable suffering I went through after I left. I wish the move had happened earlier. I hate Miami. I wish I had never been there; not for one second. I miss nothing, nothing, nothing, NOTHING. I wish my remaining connections were gone and had never existed. No pillar of salt here, believe me. When God decides to promote me out of Ocala to an even better place, I will hit the ground running. Thank you, God, thank you, God. Please continue what you’re doing.

In other news, I am wondering about a theological question: can you lose your salvation? We all know the answer is yes, for those who blaspheme the Holy Spirit. The Bible says that. But what about people who accept salvation and then turn away from God and continue in sin? In other words, what about 95% of the people who attend (and pastor) Trinity Church in Miami? Trinity is a rotten church. It’s a washing machine. Sin all week, come in on Sunday, get yourself scrubbed, pretend you care about God, feel justified, and get back out there to sin some more. Or sin right there at church. Kids used to have sex there, in the stairwells.

For a long time, I’ve believed that it was hard to lose salvation. When you’re saved, God forgives your sins, and if you think about it, turning away from God is a sin, so why wouldn’t it be covered? Every Christian continues to sin at least a little. Will God put you in hell for an occasional slip that you fail to acknowledge? Will he put you in hell for common “harmless” sins like gluttony and gossip? If he won’t punish a fat Christian with hell, why would he punish one who fornicates or takes drugs?

Can eating a large pizza all by yourself put you in hell?

Arguments for permanent salvation seem to make sense, but there are a lot of testimonies out there from Christians who say they died temporarily or had visions and learned they were headed for damnation. Some say they woke up in hell.

A lady named Mary K. Baxter wrote a book about her alleged visits to hell, and she said she saw a lot of Christians there. One damned woman fell away because she murdered her husband and the lady he had an affair with. She killed them and then killed herself. Before that, the murderer had been a hard core Christian, and even in hell, she supported Christianity while she burned. Baxter also says she saw a preacher who was confined to a coffin, and that demons marched around the coffin shoving spears through holes, into his heart. He had stolen from the church and taught bad doctrine.

Rich Wilkerson knowingly teaches false prosperity doctrine at Trinity Church in order to make money. He has been informed that the Steven Munsey prosperity fables he teaches are lies. If you can go to hell for persistently stealing from Christians, what will happen to him, especially given that 95% of his audience is dirt poor?

Baxter’s stories about hell, taken in their entirety, seem very credible, but what about the theology? What if weak preachers are sending millions of people into hell?

Also, what is the standard? If I’m doing okay, but then I see a woman walking down the street with a revealing top, and I turn around to look, and a meteor hits me, do I go to hell? Can one quick sin do you in? Does a sin have to be habitual in order to get your ticket canceled? Do you have to be unrepentant?

Many people say Christians can’t visit hell and come back. They say a Bible verse proves it. It is appointed to man once to die, and then the judgment. Okay, but Elijah never died. Some disagree about Enoch, but it certainly appears that he never died. Jesus raised dead people. So did Paul. It looks like there is no 100%-airtight rule saying you have to die or that you can’t return. Maybe Elijah and Enoch will return and then be killed (possibly to be the two witnesses of the Revelation), and that would support the rule that all have to die, but what about the dead who have been raised? They died twice.

Before Jesus showed up, John taught repentance. That was his big thing. It’s clearly important. And through Peter, God killed Ananias and Sapphira (believers) for lying. Would God kill someone in anger and then welcome that person into heaven?

In the Revelation, we are told people will be killed by unbelievers for refusing to renounce God, just as they were killed by Jews in Jesus’ time and are killed by Muslims today. Why? Why would Satan bother forcing Christians to recant? Why not just kill them immediately and get them off the playing field? By keeping them around while he coerces them, he will allow them to continue to work against him, as Stephen worked against him when he was stoned by unbelieving Jews. Can it be that a Christian who recants becomes his property and goes to hell? If so, the “once saved, always saved” doctrine is wrong.

Permanent salvation is an attractive notion. All of us know dead backsliders. Is your mom in hell right now? Your child? Your husband? Can you stand to consider it? No one wants to consider such things. That reluctance, all by itself, shapes our ideas about damnation.

I remember the movie Awakenings. People who were paralyzed by Parkinson’s disease were under consideration. They sat or lay in nursing homes for decades, unable to speak or move. A scientist proclaimed they were not conscious. When asked how he knew that, he said, “because the alternative is unthinkable.” Not logical, but completely typical of the way we come to conclusions.

We make a lot of theological decisions based on our desires, not the truth. We say God doesn’t work miracles, because the alternative is to admit we are bad Christians who can’t get miracles. We say homosexuality is okay, simply because we are tired of fighting about it (especially with our rebellious wives and girlfriends). We love religious tolerance–a concept abhorrent to Jesus–because without it, we have to have backbones and stand up for something.

We are always looking for ways to make hell seem less terrifying, and we don’t care if the truth itself has to be consigned to the flames.

One thing is pretty obvious: regardless of the rules, we should live as if we could lose our salvation at any moment. Many people choose to believe in permanent salvation because they love to sin and don’t want to stop. I know how that is, because I lived that way. “I’ll do this real quick and then ask for forgiveness.” If that works, aren’t we mocking God? The Bible says God is not mocked.

We shouldn’t be wondering if it’s necessary to stay repentant. The fact that we fight about it shows that we want to sin. We should be afraid to sin, even if we don’t expect consequences, and we should be very fast to repent. If you’re doing things right, which is not that hard, the whole discussion should be unimportant to you, at least as it impacts you.

How big a percentage of humanity goes to hell to burn forever? It’s a serious question; the most serious question I can imagine. What if our churches are pumping unsuspecting newcomers into the caverns of hell all day, every day?

We can’t do much about it, even if we know the truth and teach it. That’s a hard fact. Even if you do everything perfectly, most people won’t listen to you. Look how they treated Jesus. Look how they treat the Holy Spirit and God’s ministers right now. Knowing the answer, firmly, would not change the fact that most people go to hell. It would still be a very inconvenient truth. But it would help a substantial number, in absolute terms, avoid damnation.

I am trying to get understanding from God, so I will know the answer to the salvation question. In any case, I am more determined than before to behave myself. I shouldn’t have to worry about damnation in order to behave, but there it is.