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Tribulations of a Second-Class Immigrant

Thursday, March 7th, 2024

Illegal Aliens Always Come First

The Italian Embassy in Zambia’s capital is pretty bad. Europe discriminates against honorable African tourist-visa applicants while, bizarrely, allowing itself to be overrun by undesirable African illegal immigrants who stay and commit crimes. Italy is totally on board with the mindless discrimination.

It’s a little weird when an African drug dealer or terrorist can travel to Italy without permission and be welcomed, while respectable people are barred. This is exactly what happens, however.

Back when my wife lived in Zambia, we wanted to visit Europe, and the lady in charge of visas told her she could not apply for a tourist visa until she had bought, not merely chosen, a flight to Italy. She also told her she would be granted a visa if she did this.

We bought tickets and submitted an application. Nothing happened. Long after the usual amount of time required for a decision had passed, she went to the embassy. The lady didn’t even meet with her. She yelled at her through a doorway and told her she was rejected. She was very rude, and she denied that she had ever promised us a visa.

We lost hundreds of dollars on my wife’s ticket, which had to be cashed in. United Airlines gave me a credit for mine. I still have not used it. It’s time to use it or lose it, because the deadline is three weeks off.

Now we have to choose: do we go to Mexico and get my wife some dental care, or do we go to Greece or Switzerland, where we would actually enjoy ourselves?

Mexico is a hot destination for Americans who need pricey dental work. My friend Mike has been there several times. There is an extraordinary clinic staffed with American-trained dentists, and they charge so much less that American dentists, you can pay for a trip and still come out far ahead.

It’s not a run-down place with prostitutes lingering outside the front door. Patients rave about it. It’s a seamless, professional operation. Having investigated it, I would rather have my teeth fixed there than here in Florida. I don’t have any real dental problems, so I’ll keep going to my local dentist, but if I did, I’d be on a plane.

I don’t want to go to Mexico. I think it’s a destination that appeals to the shallow. Most visitors go to beaches. I have never understood why beaches appeal to people. You fry in the sun, doing absolutely nothing, bored out of your skull. You can fish if you want. Afterward, you go to bars and get drunk on Corona and tequila, one of the lowest forms of alcoholic beverage. You’re constantly in danger of being robbed or worse. The police are just organized criminals, and government officials are pretty much the same thing. The cultural scene is awful. You can go see a couple of pyramids where they used to tear people’s hearts out, and that’s about it.

Contrast this with Paris. Paris has the Louvre, the Beaubourg, fantastic food, spectacular European weather, Versailles, the Eiffel Tower, what’s left of Notre Dame after restorers burned it down, walks by the Seine, Montmartre…I could spend all day writing about it. Sure, there are ghettos full of vicious Muslim thugs who are extremely dangerous and beyond the control of the police, but you don’t have to go to those places.

That’s just Paris. All over the world, there are other great destinations that beat Mexico to death.

Mexico is only appealing because it’s cheap. No one ever said, “I have more money than I know what to do with, and instead of Florence, I’m going to Mexico this year.”

Mexico is not a place I have ever wanted to visit, but my wife has a missing tooth. We can get that replaced for $1500 in Mexico. It would cost at least twice that here, and we wouldn’t even be able to say we saw a pyramid.

Why am I mentioning Paris and Greece as places to go? Because European nations make it very hard for green card holders to get visas. They seriously expect them to apply in person. Here are lists of countries and the places where they expect you to apply:

Austria – VFS Houston, Miami, DC
Czechia – DC
Denmark – VFS DC
Finland – DC
Germany – VFS Miami
Italy – VFS Miami
Luxembourg – DC
Netherlands – VFS Miami
Norway – VFS DC
Poland – DC
Sweden – VFS DC

Belgium – Atlanta
England – VFS Atlanta
France – VFS Atlanta
Greece – Tampa
Switzerland – Atlanta

VFS is a company that processes visas.

I broke this into two lists because there is zero possibility we will ever apply at the locations in the first list.

I would not go to Miami again unless Yeshua himself told me to meet him there. I literally–not figuratively–feel a little sick just thinking about it. I don’t like driving to Orlando and Tampa because when I do, I keep seeing signs showing I’m getting closer to el infierno pequeño.

Forget it, Germany, Italy, and the Netherlands.

Washington D.C. is not even worth talking about. I’m not going to take a $1500 trip just to find out if the Europeans there are as bigoted as the ones in Africa.

Atlanta is doable. It’s about a 6-hour drive. The countries that operate out of Atlanta are good destinations, although Belgium is only good because if you’re in Belgium, it’s a short train ride to somewhere else.

Greece makes more sense than any other country, because Tampa is not far away, and once you’re in Greece, you can go anywhere you like in the Schengen area.

England is probably a good destination. Great history. For me, the appeal is weak because the British have changed. Seems like every third word out of their mouths is something filthy, and the problem extends to educated people. Americans used to admire their manners. The way things are now, forget that. I’m afraid that if we go over there, we will be subjected to a constant torrent of sex-related and scatological slang.

I rarely hear profanity from human beings (not screens) where I am. Generally, I hear it when I drop something or injure myself.

When I was a kibbutz volunteer, I arrived shortly after the departure of a bunch of British kids. Relations between kibbutzniks and volunteers were very bad. I don’t know what the problem was, but the British kids had shaved their heads to remind the Jews of the death camps, and one of them attacked the old man who managed the volunteers, beating him over the head with a soccer cleat. That memory makes me less inclined to visit England. Guy Ritchie movies don’t help.

We’ve been to Ireland, which is a lot like England. The cities were dumpy and something of a downer. The food was bad. Even the Irish food was bad. The people were great, except for the scary gypsies who lurked on O’Connell Street and attacked tourists. I have this feeling that England will be similar, except that the people in the cities will probably be less nice.

My take on Ireland, as I have said before, is that it looks like a nice place to live, but I wouldn’t want to visit.

If you live in Ireland, you can cook for yourself. Tourists are not so blessed.

I think the best thing to do is to forget Mexico and see what Greece will do for us. The food is great there. The history is unexcelled. The people were very nice when I visited. And we could leave after a few days and go to countries that won’t let us visit directly.

I’ll contact Greeks and see if they will do the right thing instead of putting on a virtue-signaling show and then turning us down without actually reviewing our application.

Fully Furnished

Wednesday, February 21st, 2024

You Will Dwell in a Land of Walmarts and Chick-fil-A’s

Life here continues to amaze.

My wife and I have been painting the inside of our house. Today we did some other things. We ordered bedroom furniture and had a fantastic Italian meal at a local restaurant run and staffed by Mexicans.

As we were walking into the furniture store to place our order, I told my wife furniture stores would look a whole lot different if there were no women. Mattresses, recliners and maybe some breakfast tables. That’s all we need.

We went with Amish furniture. This is a type of furniture which is popular these days. It looks very good without actually being made of quality wood. They use alder, a second-tier wood, and put wonderful finishes on it. Are the builders really Amish? Well, they clearly use a lot of power tools, so no.

I mean, they could be Amish. They could be like the Orthodox Jews who spend most of their time trying to figure out how to disobey God. “You can’t turn the heat on on the Sabbath!” “Okay, we’ll hire gentiles to do it!” “We can’t carry stuff on the Sabbath outside our homes!” “Okay, we’ll put a tiny wire around our area and pretend it’s an enclosure, which we’ll pretend is a home!”

Oh, boy. Why can’t they figure out a way to justify bacon?

Maybe the Amish have figured out how to run power tools while pretending they’re not running power tools.

Anyway, we are getting Amish furniture. Good wood is too expensive. I’m not blowing $10,000 on a bedroom.

We looked for used stuff, but there are some problems with that. My wife insists on a king size bed, and they were not popular back when ordinary people owned real furniture. Also, when things turn up, they tend to be huge and ostentatious. Like Oskar Schindler’s stolen bed in the movie.

It’s sad, because you can get quality used furniture for much less than you would pay for new “Amish” furniture.

I don’t know why we can’t get good wood. Russia and China are giant reservoirs of hardwoods. I think. Maybe it’s just Russia.

Our bed will be made of dozens of tiny alder planks glued up into panels. The big trees are gone.

Without getting into TMI material, I will say we need a big bed because a certain person thrashes around all night and throws elbows.

We need a couple of couches. Looks like we’ll be paying at least $5K for those. I want reclining couches. I’ve thought it over. We will never have a hoity-toity Architectural Digest home because I refuse to be afraid of my own furnishings. I refuse to have furniture I’m afraid to sit on all day, with or without pizza and beverages. And we expect to have kids. I’m not stupid enough to put a kid on a $7000 couch.

Reclining couches are not all that chic, and they will clash with the traditional style of the house. Tough. We’re getting them.

I found out most reclining chairs and couches are built to fail in 5 years. The industry couch-stuffing standard is something called 1.8-pound foam. If you want a couch to last, you need 2.5-pound foam. We can pay $2500 for couches the manufacturer fully expects to be junk in 2029, or we can pay considerably more for couches that will make it to 2034.

If you buy a La-Z-Boy reclining couch, you have two options. The reasonably-priced one La-Z-Boy knows will collapse in a hurry, or the one that costs $500 more and lasts twice as long. La-Z-Boy isn’t very honest about it, but they do let people know they can “upgrade” their couches.

Their policy is a problem, because retailers other than La-Z-Boy appear to be unwilling to add the optional padding. Other retailers sell La-Z-Boy cheaper than La-Z-Boy, so if you want the padding, you probably have to go to a La-Z-Boy showroom and pay full retail, on top of shelling out for the foam they should give you by default.

Is La-Z-Boy a good brand? Not really, but there really aren’t many good brands. Companies that were great 5 years ago now sell Chinese junk. Oddly, there is now a Chinese company that sells excellent recliners. It’s called Hydeline. American companies ruined their reputations by selling Chinese garbage, and the Chinese themselves fixed the problem. Really nice.

Hooker. Bradington Young. Go ahead and tell me about the great company that made your recliner, thinking I don’t know about it. I’ve looked them all up. The wonderful chair you bought in 2015 is probably not available now. Best you can do is a copy full of flimsy foam.

I don’t really like Hydeline couches. They don’t look great, and they don’t come in fabric. I may give up and go with La-Z-Boy.

Fabric is actually better than leather. It costs less. It breathes. It’s more comfortable. It’s less likely to be destroyed by spills.

In the far past, leather was for peasants and fabric was for patricians. If you bought an expensive limousine, the driver sat on leather, out in the weather, and you sat inside on fabric. Look it up. Things have changed, and modern people have no idea they’re paying extra for servant trappings.

I’d like to have a leather chair and two fabric couches. Maybe we’ll find what we want.

I love our mattress. It’s a Novaform I got at Costco for my dad. When he died, I cleaned it to surgical standards, and now we use it. I want another foam mattress. They are fantastic. I would never have another pre-2000-technology mattress.

Foam mattresses don’t need box springs. I’m not actually sure why any mattress needs one, but anyway, I want a mattress that sits right on a wooden platform. Foam gives perfect support. It’s cool, which is nice in Florida. It comes with a cover you can take off and submerge in cleaning solution if something bad happens. And it’s cheap.

My mattress cost $500, and it’s still not too far from that. It has a 20-year warranty. I want one as much like it as possible.

At one time, I somehow ended up sleeping on a conventional Sealy mattress my mother had paid over $2000 for. I threw it out. It was like a concrete sidewalk. Never again. If I can get something better for about $500, and it will last 20 years, I’m all over it. If it doesn’t work out, and I can’t return it, I can buy a different $500 mattress the following year and not worry about it.

I like a nice mushy mattress. I don’t know how people sleep on hard ones. What I really like is a somewhat firm mattress with a layer of mushy stuff on top.

Today we went to Sam’s Club to look at their signature foam mattress. I figured we could lie on one so my wife could put it up against her princess genes to prevent her from finding problems with it after purchase. No such luck. Sam’s Club sells mattresses they won’t let you try. But they guarantee them. They must have a huge markup, like conventional mattresses. If they’re willing to pay you to take a nearly-new mattress to the dump and pay you for it, instead of letting you try it in the store, they can’t have paid more than 50 bucks for it.

We left without a mattress. We also went to TJ Maxx so my wife could look at 4,000 pairs of cheap shoes.

So that’s what we did today.

We drove home in the twilight on I-75. It was beautiful out. The temperature was 68 degrees. The sky was kind of a dark lavender above, with darker purple near the horizon. The trailers on the big trucks seemed to shine like silver tea services. The taillights gleamed like backlit rubies. Very odd. I commented on this to my wife, and she agreed.

I told her I had the feeling this area was like a farm where God raised people like livestock. Everything was provided for us. Life was easy. Lots of stores. Not much traffic. Enough good restaurants for a reasonable person. Great people.

She agreed. We are very sheltered.

We talked about our marriage. People told us things would get worse when we were together day after day, but the opposite happened. We had a little friction on a couple of our trips, but here, things go smoother and smoother with the passage of time. We enjoy each other more. We’re not just mates. We’re buddies.

We went home, and I looked at X and saw lunatics making death threats toward conservatives. I saw men trying to breastfeed. It was like spying on a planet where a virus had made everyone insane. I felt like Gulliver checking out the Yahoos.

People are hopeless and angry now. Their lives are falling apart. They’re waiting for civil war. Some look forward to it. They go home and watch violent movies and listen to ghetto whores singing about their vaginas. They go to work and get pushed around by perverts who insist they lie about their genders or get written up.

It’s different with us.

Prayer in tongues is what makes the difference. The more you do it, the more you will be aligned with God and others who pray in tongues. I wake up at night and hear my wife praying and singing in the master closet. I wake up in the morning and pray in tongues silently while she sleeps next to me. It works. God has graciously given us the ability to make ourselves do it.

I believe God moves people away from Yahoos as they draw closer to him. I believe he pushes people into lower circumstances as they move away. I think prisons are full of people who are far from God. They are moving toward hell, and prisons are about as close to hell as you can get while you’re alive.

I think God moves Spirit-filled, cooperative people to places like the county where I live. Maybe there is a nicer county we’ll be moved to if we keep cooperating. Eventually, we will be raptured to an even better place, or we will die and go to heaven. That’s how it looks to me.

I don’t believe people who are really close to God and highly informed live in defeat. The Bible says such people are blessed and victorious. How can you be victorious if you live in defeat?

I hear singing right now.

I’m not claiming we’re good people. There are no good people. We are rewarded for listening and cooperating, not for perfection.

Time to have a beer and see what the wife is up to. I hope God sees fit to keep us separated from the insanity.

The Meat of the Matter

Thursday, February 8th, 2024

Seems Like no One Knows the Truth About Anything

I was praying with my wife yesterday morning, and I got off on the topic of the concealment of the truth. When I pray, I don’t just ask for stuff. I make statements. I was asking God to tell us what to do about something, which means I was asking to know the truth, and I started talking about the way the world now swims in lies.

One of the biggest areas of deception and concealment is that of coronavirus. We don’t know much of the truth at all.

1. Do the vaccines work? At first, people like Joe Biden and Rachel Maddow told us they were 100% effective. Then we heard figures like 90%. Then we heard that every person on Earth could expect to get infected, vaccinated or not. When the vaccines started looking bad, they told us that while they might not prevent infection, they would absolutely, definitely prevent every recipient from getting very sick and dying, and then they told us countless vaccinated people had died or at least become terribly ill.

2. Do the masks work? No; not at all. That’s what they said at first. Then they said they worked very well. Now they say this: no; not at all. Nearly.

3. Do vaccines hurt people? No; not at all. Almost never, they said. Then young people started dropping dead in such numbers it significantly affected official excess death figures. They said this had nothing to do with coronavirus vaccines. It had to be related to all those other giant health crises that occurred right after the end of 2019. A lot of journalists and officials still deny that vaccines do harm, but simultaneously, the CDC says this:

[E]vidence from multiple vaccine safety monitoring systems in the United States and around the globe supports a causal association between mRNA COVID-19 vaccines (i.e., Moderna or Pfizer-BioNTech) and myocarditis and pericarditis.

Oooooooookay.

The other day, I read that a vaccinated baby’s risk of heart problems from covid vaccination is about 2.2%. The risk of symptomatic coronavirus infection is almost too low to measure. It is essentially zero. But people gave their babies shots anyway.

A rate of 2.2% is not small. It’s astronomical. Imagine this: you see a table covered with hundred-dollar bills on a city street, and a sign over it says, “Over one in fifty people who take a hundred-dollar bill will get myocarditis.” Would you take the money? Would you drive if getting in your car carried a 2.2% chance of myocarditis?

People can be really stupid about probability. We tend to think a low risk is the same thing as complete safety.

How many babies have had mRNA shots? Let’s say it’s a million, which is not unreasonable and could be low. That’s 22,000 babies with heart problems.

How many babies have had serious problems with coronavirus? Virtually none. And doctors knew coronavirus was not a serious threat to babies before they shot a bunch of them full of experimental vaccines which HAVE given many of then heart problems.

Pretending the 22,000 figure is correct, did we kill or seriously harm 22,000 babies in order to save a couple of dozen freak babies who somehow managed to get severe covid?

Right now, leftists are busy trying to put out the sudden-death fire, and maybe they will succeed, because they distort and control information, just like their spiritual siblings in North Korea and China. When stories come out, they say dumb things like, “Anecdotal! Anecdotal!” Our knowledge of the plagues that ravaged Europe is mostly anecdotal. No one took statistics or set diagnostic standards. Was the plague imaginary?

Today, we have excess-death statistics compiled by scientists, and leftists are still saying evidence for vaccine-induced sudden deaths is anecdotal.

How do you make it NOT anecdotal? How do you prove myocarditis and pericarditis are NOT caused by covid? Is that even possible? Does the body of a 14-year-old killed by vaccine myocarditis look different from the body of one whose cardiac arrest was caused by some other problem? Journalists and people in the medical/pharmaceutical/government complex should tell us instead of presenting us with their self-serving conclusions.

What if 10 million people died from heart inflammation next month? Would they keep telling us not to connect the dots?

How do we know the risk to babies is 2.2%? That’s a hell of a question. Aren’t most cases undiagnosed? It’s pretty obvious that vaccine heart damage sometimes has no symptoms until victims drop dead. If it always came with symptoms, the deaths wouldn’t happen on basketball courts. They’d happen in hospitals, where victims would go after feeling ill.

There is no way we’re detecting all of them. What if the rate is 10%, and 2.2% represents the number we have proven to exist? I haven’t seen anyone address this, possibly because journalists are generally too stupid to deal with math and science.

Disease cases are like cockroaches. If you see one, there may be lots of others you can’t see.

When I brought up the concealment of the truth in prayer, I wasn’t thinking mainly about coronavirus. I was thinking about low-carb diets. I was asking God to tell us whether we should try them.

My wife got here two months ago, and we have been exploring American food opportunities pretty thoroughly. She is concerned about her weight, and I am not all that happy about mine. Somehow, I came across a video of Jordan Peterson telling the world he only ate beef.

I had no idea there was an all-meat diet. It sounds like a leftist caricature of the Atkins diet.

When I was a kid, a bunch of lobbyists created what we called the Food Pyramid. It told us what to eat. We were to eat a lot of the stuff on the bottom level, and progressively less as the levels got smaller.

Nobody told us food industry lobbyists shaped the pyramid, but it’s true. One would think doctors would have had a say, but our government listened to people who grew grain. As a result, with no evidence whatsoever, people in authority started telling us to pump ourselves up with grain, like beef cattle. And doctors went along with it, which is very weird.

They also told us to go easy on meat. I have no idea why, since meat also had lobbyists. I guess the grain lobbyists spent more money.

Doc Atkins popped up and told the world this was all wrong, and he was right. He said we needed to limit carbs and eat all the meat, eggs, and cheese we wanted.

He was called a quack, and the medical establishment reviled him. Darn those lobbyists.

He told us excess carbohydrates made us insulin resistant, so we craved carbs and stored fat. Other doctors hooted like contemptuous baboons.

Now, mainstream doctors tell us about the dangers of insulin resistance. But they still push carb-heavy diets. They love vegetarianism, a bizarre and unnatural practice that didn’t exist until relatively recently in man’s history.

Doctors still tell us fat is bad, even though the science that condemned it has been debunked or at least stripped of most of its luster.

Doctors literally told us how to get fat and die sooner, but they claimed they were really telling us how to get slim and healthy. Now we’re supposed to believe them when they can’t agree on their stories.

Jordan Peterson says he eats only beef. Not “meat.” Beef. That’s how far-out he is. He says he has gone from 212 pounds to 165. He says his eye floaters and gum problems vanished. He says his lifelong depression went away. He builds muscle easily. He says he sleeps better and thinks more clearly now.

Is it true? I think so. He looks like an obsessive runner, even though he isn’t. His skin looks great. His mind is sharp. He has no reason to lie. No one is paying him.

I listened to him, and I looked around the web. I started thinking my wife and I ought to go zero-carb for a few days to detox from all the pizza and cookies and bread we’ve been eating. I don’t think we should go carnivore, because even if it works, I am not willing to make the sacrifice.

When I was in law school, I went a very long time eating almost no carbs. I lost something like 25 pounds, eating as much as I wanted. I was strong. I maxed out most of the machines where I worked out. People said I would have no endurance, but I used to ride an exercise bike for 45 minutes with my heart rate at 168. I know low-carbing works for me, but I’m not going all the way. Sometimes I have to have a pizza.

Today I got up and ate 6 fried eggs with 6 slices of bacon and 3 slices of American cheese. I feel very, very good. I don’t know why, but when I skip carbs, I always feel peaceful.

I think I’ll go two more days, and then we may start eating meat and non-starchy vegetables 6 days per week, with a break on Saturday to keep us from going insane.

The annoying thing is that people are so dishonest and agenda-driven, I can’t get good information about low-carb diets. And oddly, the lines seem to be drawn between leftists, who reject God, and people who accept him. You don’t really see many left-wing low-carbers. In fact, it’s much more common to see leftists who are enraged by low-carbing. That’s bizarre, but it’s true.

There seems to be a connection between hatred of God and love of vegetarianism. Hitler was a vegetarian. A lot of really annoying godless Hollywood performers are vegetarians. PETA nuts hate Christianity, and look at their diets.

Abel pleased God. He raised and slaughtered sheep. He presented God with the blood of innocent creatures whose throats he had cut, and God was happy with him. Cain raised plants, and he had the gall to present God with produce. When God corrected him, instead of taking the hint, he murdered Abel, and he was cursed for it.

God has always been a proponent of killing animals and meat eating. He had Abraham cut animals up for the covenant of the pieces. He let Abraham cook a goat for him, and he ate it. He had Elijah set out a dead steer for him, and he sent fire to devour it. He forced the Jews to eat meat once a year on Passover. Vegetarianism was a sin to the Jews. He established a sacrificial system that essentially turned the temple into a barbecue factory.

If you could go back in time to the temple, the first thing you would notice would be the delicious smell of meat being roasted. It was there all the time, because sacrifices took place every day. A lot of sacrifices. Birds. Goats. Sheep. Cattle. The Bible says God loves the sweet smell of burning meat.

Jesus ate meat. He told his disciples to eat his flesh and drink his blood. He was called the lamb of God.

God told Peter to kill unclean animals and eat.

It’s pretty clear that God has no interest in veganism. God eats meat, and so should we.

I wish we lived in a world where people told the truth, so I could get good dietary advice everyone agrees on, but that is not possible. Human beings are too crooked. You can’t believe anything they say.

I don’t believe the people who say you should never eat plants, and I definitely don’t believe the creepy, self-righteous zealots who get angry at people who eat meat. I will continue eating meat, and I doubt I’ll ever go carnivore.

Pizza on Earth

Tuesday, February 6th, 2024

Maybe You Should Move

Sometimes I think about the people I went to high school with, and I wonder how different their lifestyles are from mine. A lot of them are surgeons and other types of doctors. Some are lawyers. Some are professional heirs, like the kids who inherited the Lennar fortune and the Mexican guy whose father was a real estate tycoon.

One blew his brains out at 25, after getting his MD. Another died while diving drunk. Another wandered off from a climbing team, fell into a crevasse in the Himalayas, and was left there. One former friend jumped off a bridge in San Diego because he was upset about his own homosexuality.

I’m sure many are driving leased foreign cars they turn in every year or two. They live in high-priced homes in Miami or around other big cities. They must have a lot of expensive jewelry. The women must have bags that cost four figures. I’m sure most of them hate Donald Trump and have low opinions of people who live in rural areas and vote for people who support Israel and the church.

A lot of them vacation in places like Vail, New York, and Paris. Surely.

I went to the best prep school in Florida, and our student body was around 50% Jewish. People don’t like to hear it, but Jews really are smarter than the rest of us. It was normal for about 10% of a graduating class to be Merit Scholars. A lot of people, like me, went off to Ivy League schools. People who ended up at places like the University of Miami were pitied.

I ended up getting two degrees from UM, so I slid into the loser demographic.

I live on a farm. I do nothing. I wear T-shirts and Carhartt pants every single day. I wear wool socks even in summer. I wear hiking shoes or work boots all the time.

I have a Ford and a Dodge Cummins. I shoot high-powered rifles in my backyard. I think DeSantis is the greatest governor who ever lived. I smoke ribs and brew beer. I have a very smart wife with two degrees who does all my housekeeping. She has no career. The thought of getting a job disturbs her. She loves her situation.

We go to restaurants like Sonny’s BBQ and an incredible Italian place run by Mexicans. They put it in a Pizza Hut that went out of business. You can tell it used to be a chain restaurant.

My wife buys clothes at Walmart and on Amazon. I wonder how many of my classmates would would wear Walmart clothes. One of these days we’ll go to Orlando and hit some of the nicer stores, but we have not done it yet.

She wears dresses. I think she is the only wife in America who wears dresses. When we go out, she looks like royalty compared to the other girls. American women have given up. When we walk around in the grocery store, it looks like the lady who inherited it has shown up to check up on her employees.

Single ladies, if you want to impress men, wear dresses. And I don’t mean short cocktail dresses that make you look like escorts.

I know not all of my classmates are successful, but many are, and they are generally leftists. One ran Planned Parenthood in Miami. I think most would find my lifestyle ridiculous.

Meanwhile, the wife and I are having a wonderful time, and we don’t worry about the kinds of things they worry about. Marital problems that come from marrying without God’s help, for shallow reasons. Debt from trying to impress other people. Job stress. Stress from dealing with coarse, selfish, malicious blue-city types. Boys who want to be castrated. Girls who have themselves skinned in order to make ridiculous fake penises.

We love the area we live in. I love it more than my wife, because I have lived in blue cities, and I know they are hellholes of damnation and rage.

The people here could not be nicer. I have been here almost 7 glorious years, and they still surprise me.

This is a county full of tradesmen and farmers. There are not a lot of educated people here. You wouldn’t want to go to the barber shop and toss off a reference to T.S. Eliot. There are a lot of tattoos. People drink bad beer. I don’t care. They’re fantastic. It’s a privilege to live among them.

I used to think people were like this in Eastern Kentucky, where my parents were born. They’re not. Not all Southerners are the same. In Eastern Kentucky, people are selfish. Stingy. They don’t tip. They are racist. They are very angry. They treat adultery as though it were a competitive sport. They shoot each other over nothing. They neglect and degrade their kids. They drink like crazy. They love drugs. They have very short tempers. They love ignorance. Childish people.

They’re nice on the surface, but the nice layer is very thin and fragile.

Of course, I’m generalizing. I’m not God. I can’t tell you what every person there is like, and if I could, you wouldn’t be able to absorb it. Human beings are limited. We have to generalize, and it’s a good thing. It works.

I had to go to Kentucky for my dad’s funeral, and my second cousin, who is a very nice, proper lady, told me she had told her kids to get out. She said there was nothing for them there.

My aunt says I’m ashamed of my people. Well, I’m definitely ashamed of her, if that counts. I have good reason. I’m ashamed of her son, too. He has done disgraceful things.

She boosts Eastern Kentucky like it was Wakanda. She’s like a black ghetto matriarch who insists her people are brilliant, virtuous victims whose problems are caused by predatory outsiders. No; sorry. They’re trashy. They bring it all on themselves. A lifestyle of drunkenness, adultery, divorce, invertebrate-level parenting, racism, willful ignorance, and persecution of people who better themselves is always going to lead to poverty.

Eastern Kentucky’s poverty is right and normal. It’s what’s supposed to happen to people who act the way they do. Everything is going as it should, under the circumstances.

Leftists up there love to say people like Carnegie came in and stole the coal, keeping the area poor. No; the people who owned it were ignorant and weak, and that was their own fault. If they had been better people, they would have kept the coal and the profits.

Look at Texas and oil. BAM. What’s their answer to that?

Texas is full of rich people whose ancestors were poor landowners. Kentucky is full of coal truck drivers whose ancestors sold their coal to people who went to school.

I guess it’s silly to talk about coal as though it were still important. Democrats killed it, and people in Eastern Kentucky voted for them because they love government handouts more than prosperity. I don’t know what coal truck drivers do for a living now. Maybe they’re all growing dope. They’re definitely not going to work in all those profitable businesses Eastern Kentuckians never built.

You could make a pretty long list of oil billionaires from Texas. Forbes says there are 45. Here’s a complete list of all the Eastern Kentucky coal billionaires who ever lived:

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BAM.

I was flim-flammed when I was a kid. I thought Kentucky was paradise, and I thought the people were better than Miami people, who are unbearable. It’s actually a wash, or maybe I’d give the edge to Miami.

I feel like apologizing to God for being fooled.

Anyway, I started writing today to tell about a restaurant I discovered recently. I’ve known about it for a long time, and I got takeout once a few years ago, but I never went inside until a few days back. They didn’t accept credit cards when I moved here, so I formed a habit of driving past. They changed their policy, so now I’m not discouraged from going in.

It’s a pizza place. Plain old red-and-white Italian food. Spaghetti, ziti, and lasagna.

I went in with my buddy Mike, and I was very impressed.

It’s probably the cleanest restaurant I’ve ever seen. I was not able to see a speck of debris anywhere. It looked like it had been gone over by a professional crew the day before. Restaurants here tend to have dirty floors and greasy menus, but this one was like an operating room. I marveled at it, and that is not an exaggeration.

The staff was very nice, and they were sharp. They got things done.

The food was okay. That’s all I can say about it. They need to get better cheese, and they should look into Stanislaus tomato products. But it’s okay. It’s reasonably good, and it’s close and cheap.

They had blinds on all the windows, and they were all pulled down. I couldn’t see out. I felt like I was in a spaceship on the way to heaven.

I’ve eaten there twice in the last week.

The last time we visited, Mike and I spent a lot of time talking about God, and while we were talking, I heard a waitress talking behind him. She was standing in the aisle with her hand on a customer’s shoulder. He was telling her something. A testimony. Something good had happened. I didn’t hear what.

She started saying, “Thank you, JESUS. Thank you, JESUS.” Everyone in the place heard it. She didn’t seem to think about that at all. No one looked up. No dirty looks. It was business as usual.

Wonderful. No wonder the restaurant is in such good order. They acknowledge God.

Not everyone here is like that, and there are a lot of dirty, disappointing restaurants, but there are lots of very serious Christians here. They even play Christian music over the speakers in chain stores and restaurants.

God has been so good to my wife and me. It is confusing.

The presence of God and Christians is something you can’t appreciate or miss until you have experienced it. You have to live in a place like this and a place like New York before you understand how much better Christian areas are. God was right. All the things he told us in the Bible were right. His ways work, and the filthy leftist ways that predominate in America are like AIDS and syphilis, rotting people as they stand.

Never doubt it. Never let them gaslight you. Never take advice from losers.

Experiences like this make me hate this world even more. In my prayers, I beg God to bring the rapture soon. Imagine living in a place where everyone agrees about everything. Everyone is bathed in love, continuously. In heaven, you won’t need guns, locks, passwords, cops, antivirus programs, medicines, surgeries…it won’t be like the earth, where trillions of creatures are out to get you every second of your life. On Earth during the millennium, there will still be some evil, but it will be a place of rest and peace and love.

Smoke ‘Em if You Got ‘Em

Saturday, February 3rd, 2024

Tough Saturday

Slow day today.

My old friend Mike is visiting. We have been providing him with a Florida base while he starts a new business and decides where he will finally live. He sold his home in New Hampshire in 2022.

My wife is starting a long fast. She thinks she will go 21 days. But there is a loophole. She only fasts until 6 p.m.

Mike likes ribs. She likes ribs. I have some ribs I need to get rid of while they still have some flavor. They are in the smoker right now. One rack of baby backs and one rack of real ribs.

I have avoided baby backs for years. They’re small. They seem dry and tough to me. They’re expensive. Spare ribs are big, juicy, delicious, tender, and cheap. I have never been able to see the appeal of baby backs. My feeling is that it’s a gimmick that appeals to women, who always seem to get suckered in by wrong food. Women eat filets instead of rib eyes. That’s all I need to say about that.

It’s small. It’s cute. It’s more expensive. It has less fat. It must be better! This is the kind of logic that drove my mother to pay $18 for one bar of soap in the 1980’s. So today, $100.

I saw baby backs on sale, so I grabbed two racks and froze them. I smoked a rack a while ago. They were okay, and that’s the nicest thing I can say.

I rejoined Sam’s Club a while ago, and they have good prices on never-frozen spare ribs, so I now have even less reason to buy baby backs.

Offering fresh spare ribs to Southerners at good prices is like setting corn out for deer. It’s not fair.

I asked some people what to do with baby backs. Some guy who swears they’re wonderful said to cook them until you’re between 192° and 194°. Go by temperature, not time.

I’m trying it, but it seems ridiculous. If one part of a rack of ribs is at 192°, another part could be at 185°. I’m using a probe thermometer anyway.

Truthfully, I think I should just smoke them until the wood is gone, wrap them in foil, and bake at 200° until edible.

My electric smoker doesn’t produce smoke rings in meat. I am trying to cheat by adding a tiny amount of pink curing salt to my rub, but you can’t taste a smoke ring, so it doesn’t matter.

I’m not making anything exciting to go with the ribs. Robert Irvine’s cole slaw recipe, with small changes. I think he uses too much sugar, and I am too lazy to go out and buy white wine vinegar. We’ll be having roasted Sam’s Club corn. I wrapped it in foil with salt and butter, and I’ll roast at 425°.

My wife might persuade me to make bread for Texas toast. She really hates American factory bread.

I finished making a new stout. I call it Steppe Brother imperial stout, but I may change the name. There are so many breweries now, the good, easy names are all taken. I considered “Moose and Squirrel.” Taken. I’m now thinking “Fearless Leader.” Crazy Ivan is taken. Tsar Bomba is taken. There is no point in even discussing Black Russian. Maybe I’ll call it KGB Boot Polish.

I took my dry stout recipe and increased everything but the water, and I used Kveik Lutra yeast. I took a sample from the fermenter yesterday, and it’s wonderful. Like a dark chocolate milkshake with some vodka hidden in it. I may increase the bitterness a little bit next time.

Most beers get all of their bitterness from hops, but dark beers get part of their bitterness from burned grain. If I make a change, I’ll have to decide which ingredient to increase.

I wonder if dark beers were invented by people who were low on hops.

Some guy on a forum is arguing with me, claiming dark beers don’t rely on roasted grain for bitterness. That’s silly. Burned grain is bitter, like roasted coffee. If you go to sites about brewing grain, you will see that they say dark grains impart bitterness.

Now I’m wondering if the sharp flavors from roasted barley are acidic, not bitter. Anyway, they balance sweetness.

You’re all caught up on the news from the Heavily Armed Gated North Florida Compound. I can only imagine your excitement.

Ribs for my Rib

Sunday, January 7th, 2024

I Got my Baby’s Back

This is an exciting day. My wife and I are smoking for the first time.

Florida has a favorite barbecue joint: Sonny’s. It’s a chain that dates back to 1968, when a guy presumably named Sonny opened a place for the college crowd. Sonny’s became popular partly because of its cheap all-you-can-eat ribs, now, under Biden, $27 all-you-can-eat ribs. The thrill of stuffing yourself for very little cash is gone, but the food is still good. It’s not the best barbecue there is, even locally, but it’s very good, and it’s dependable. They use oak and low temperatures to make real barbecue, and the sides are nice. The chain has spread to some other states.

My childhood buddy Mike adores Sonny’s. He would eat there twice a day if he could. When he’s in town, Sonny’s is always a priority. I picked up him at the airport in Charlotte once, and we had to drive directly to a Sonny’s.

One of the many great things about the wife is that she loves meat. Early on, I asked her what her favorite food was, and she said, “Meat.” It wasn’t necessary to be more specific.

When she got here, we started visiting restaurants so she would get the feel of the US. When we hit Sonny’s, she nearly lost her mind. I believe we have visited Sonny’s more than once a week since she got here.

Sometimes when I ask her where she would like to eat, I say, “Where, other than Sonny’s, do you want to go?” If I didn’t, we would never go anywhere else.

We also visited the Artman Country Smokehouse, a family-owned place which is somewhat better than Sonny’s, for a little more money. She loves it, too. Their banana pudding is wonderful. Sonny’s used to have good banana pudding, but they ruined it.

I have a magnificent electric smoker. It’s a Smokin-It 2. I haven’t used it in a long time. I knew we had to fire it up. We can’t keep spending $50 on meals we can make better for $20.

Today we have baby backs going. I’m not a big baby back fan, because they’re small and not as juicy as real ribs, but they were on sale for 50% off, so I decided to take one for the team. I put my own rub on them, and the smoker is going at around 225°. We’re using hickory. I think it’s underrated. I really like oak, and I have an endless supply, but it’s convenient to reach for a bag of hickory chips at the store.

We’re making barbecue beans, macaroni and cheese, and Texas toast made with homemade bread. Should be very nice.

No banana pudding. I could make creme brulee, but I think I won’t mention it. I don’t want to give my wife ideas. It’s way easier than banana pudding, and it’s about as good.

I learned something interesting today. Crud builds up on the undersides of smoker vents.

Smokers have to have air passing through them, obviously. My smoker has one air vent in the bottom. It’s just a 3/8″ hole. It gets clogged up with crud that sits on top of it, and this changes the character of the smoke. It’s bad. I’m used to cleaning the inside of the smoker to open the vent up.

Today while I was cleaning, I found that crud also accumulates under the smoker. There was a knob of old crud down there, blocking the vent. I cleaned it off, and now my smoke is beautiful. Thin, like it should be.

Maybe this information will be helpful to other people.

I’ve never made baby backs before. Hoping for the best. At least we’re saving money.

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The food came out fine, except for the ribs. They were tender enough and juicy enough, but they were no match for spare ribs. I’ve always thought baby backs were a ripoff for suckers, and now, having sucked, I am convinced I was right.

I can’t say these ribs were bad. The problem is that they were not great. Spare ribs would have been great.

There was very little meat on each rib. There was nearly no fat, so less juice. I don’t get it.

I paid $9.60 for a full rack, which is half the normal price. For that I got under two pounds of meat that wasn’t all that great. Spare ribs often sell for around two bucks per pound, and you never have to make excuses for spare ribs.

I’m all done with baby backs, unless I still have some in the freezer. I’m going back to spare ribs and butts.

Sometimes it’s true: I’m right and the whole world really is wrong.

Justification for the Existence of Philadelphia

Saturday, December 30th, 2023

The Master Sandwich

We had a disaster on Christmas Day. My wife refused to eat prime rib.

It wasn’t really prime, but still.

About 10 days before Christmas, I bought a rib roast on sale, and I covered it with salt, butter, and fresh garlic. I let it sit in the fridge to age. Then I roasted it. It was perfect. I baked it at 550° until the outside had a crust, and then I dropped the heat to 215° and brought the internal temperature up to 110°. It was pink from end to end with a thin, tasty crust on the outside.

FDA guidelines give some ridiculous figure like 135° for a medium-rare roast. I think this happened because the Soviets injected all FDA officials with estrogen while they slept. Something is definitely wrong, because at that temperature, a roast is done medium-well.

I think 115° is probably better than 110°, though, so I plan to adjust in the future.

My wife thought the meat was rotten, so she only ate two bites. After that, she committed the sin of picking a lot of the bread-crumb crust off the top of the potatoes au gratin.

She’s still here, though.

I ended up with a lot of roast beef, so I started thinking about cheesesteaks.

I have never been to Pat’s, Geno’s, or Jim’s. I’ve been to DiConstanza’s, near Wilmington, and I’ve also been to a place on the south side of Philadelphia, where a guy I’m pretty sure was Danny DeVito worked the flattop. They both made great cheesesteaks, and I judge all others by their work.

I had a friend who lived in Delaware when I was in college. He was a Far Eastern Studies major. Sometimes we went to Chinatown together. He used to buy a steak sauce called Wan-Ja-Shan, which I can’t find now. I would say it looked like A1 but tasted a lot like soy sauce.

Let’s be honest. The Chinese only have two sauces: soy and pepper oil. All their other sauces are just variations. Dumpling sauce? Soy sauce with vinegar. Chili paste? Pepper oil with ground peppers. That’s how it goes. I guess things would be different if, thousands of years ago, they had had Americans to steal ideas from.

Okay, supposedly, ketchup has its roots in China. I grudgingly admit that.

I liked my cheesesteaks with onions, peppers, hot sauce, Wan-Ja-Shan, and a little ketchup. I don’t really care what Philadelphians might think. Look how they vote. Look at their city. My friend used to say Philadelphia was just like New York, only without any of the good parts.

I have missed good cheesesteaks. For some reason, no one outside of Pennsylvania seems to be able to make them, even though they’re very simple.

I’ve dabbled with cheesesteak creations. The best cheesesteak I ever had was a cheesesteak calzone. My invention. You shove the filling into pizza dough and bake it. You would not believe how good it is.

This week, I started watching videos about cheesesteaks to see if there was anything I didn’t know.

I saw some character from a popular place, pretending to teach people how to make cheesesteaks. He said some things so crazy, I found it hard to take him seriously. He said to cook the meat slowly in order to make it juicy. That’s bizarre, because it works the other way around. When you fry meat, you use a lot of heat to get it cooked before it dries up.

He also recommended Cheez Whiz. I hadn’t had this interesting product for many years, so I was willing to give him credit for knowing something I didn’t. Cheez Whiz is very popular in Philadelphia.

I got myself some Cheez Whiz, and last night, I made a cheesesteak. It wasn’t too good. Fluid kept running out of the lower end. It had a funky taste that reminded me of the smell of a boxing glove at an un-air-conditioned public gym. I actually know that smell.

Disappointing.

Today I tried over, and things went great. The sandwich was magnificent. It would have been better in calzone form, but it was really nice.

INGREDIENTS

roast beef, sliced very thinly, with the gristle and most fat removed
1 white or yellow onion, diced
pickled jalapeno slices, medium-hot or hotter
pickled sweet cherry peppers, sliced with the seeds discarded
American cheese
salt
soy sauce
French bread

SAUCE INGREDIENTS

4 parts ketchup
1 part Huy Fong chili garlic sauce (not sriracha)

It’s very simple. Nuke the fat from the beef and pour the resulting grease in a skillet. Fry the onions in it as much as you like. You can brown them a little or turn them completely brown. Throw the meat and peppers in. Salt everything and fry it on the highest heat that will work.

When the meat is getting nicely browned, throw the cheese in and mix it up in the meat.

You don’t want real French bread here. You want the soft, mushy stuff they used to call “French bread” back in the Seventies. Get a sub-sized piece and slice it open lengthwise. Open it wide and plop it on top of the frying meat mixture. Leave it for at least a minute so the bread gets steamed a little.

Put the meat stuff into the bread and apply a lot of the sauce. Then drizzle it with hoisin sauce. This is how you get a flavor like Wan-Ja-Shan. Squirt some hoisin on your plate for dipping.

That’s it. I really enjoyed it.

A Youtuber named Guga says media noche rolls are great for cheesesteaks. I don’t have any of those, however.

This sandwich was very juicy, but it didn’t pour mystery liquid all over my plate. Because I used American instead of Cheez Whiz, I didn’t have to contend with that, “We must have forgotten to wash the whites before we left for Rio” smell.

You could put fried mushrooms in it, or maybe Durkee onions.

It’s pretty degenerate, but at least you’re not eating Cheez Whiz. I threw that stuff out.

Ham but no Green Eggs

Sunday, December 24th, 2023

Hope everyone is having a great Christmas Eve.

The wife and I have pretty much given up any pretense of healthy eating until day after tomorrow. Last night, I made her my own dish, champagne chicken, with fettuccine covered with basil cream sauce. I also made a pile of garlic rolls. She loved going to Italian restaurants when we were traveling, and she said this beat them all. She said it was like a 5-star restaurant.

Today I’m fixing a Honey-Faked ham. I like Honey-Baked ham, but I can’t see spending $13 per pound for something I can make for about $2.75, better. I have a recipe I made up, and it works great. Right now I have a Smithfield spiral ham, bought on sale, resting on a broiling pan. They come pretty wet, so I’m letting the liquid drip out of it before applying the crust and using the blowtorch.

We may make cookies. I am also considering making bourbon balls, a Kentucky favorite. They’re just chocolates full of bourbon-flavored goo. They’re generally pretty bad, but I have an idea for fixing them. I plan to make Kentucky cream candy, flavor it with bourbon, and use it for the filling.

It’s hard to describe cream candy, so I won’t try, except to say it’s like soft, butter-flavored chalk made from sugar.

For around 10 days, I’ve had a rib roast sitting in the fridge covered with salt, butter, and garlic. Tomorrow, it comes out. I’ll serve it with potatoes au gratin and Caesar salad, made with real dressing based on a Serious Eats recipe. It turns out Kenji Lopez-Alt isn’t totally useless. I’ll follow up with creme brulee. I came up with a very easy recipe that doesn’t require a water bath. You just bake at 205°.

We plan to watch the Charlie Brown Christmas special today. We have to buy it at Walmart. Apple bought the Peanuts specials three years ago, and they refuse to stream the Christmas show on anything but their ridiculous platform. They keep it off network TV.

I like the show because it’s one of the few Christmas specials that mention Yeshua. It’s not about snowmen animated by witchcraft or deer that pull an imaginary fat guy around on a sleigh. It’s not about feeling good about yourself on your alternative drag Christmas. It’s not about imaginary critters that eat roast beast.

It’s funny how many of the best-known specials were created by Jews. You can’t really expect good things to happen when you turn Yeshua’s birthday over to people who think he was a magician who went to hell and then founded the Nazi Party.

I wouldn’t try to write a Passover or Ramadan special.

Dr. Seuss was Jewish. I love his work, and I enjoyed the Grinch cartoon, but there was no Grinch in the gospels unless Herod and the high priests count.

Things keep getting better here. People told me we were still on our honeymoon because we had spent so little time together. They said we would learn what marriage was really like once my wife got here. In reality, we get along even better now. That’s a relief.

We may be the most boring couple on Earth. We get up, pray, eat cookies for breakfast, goof off, buy groceries, eat again, pray, and sleep. It seems to suit both of us well.

I wondered if a young woman would be bored in the country, far from malls and so on, but she loves it here.

God really looked out for us.

I have to go buy cheese for the potatoes, so I will sign off. I leave you with the ham recipe. There is still time.

INGREDIENTS

1. Honey glue

1/2 cup orange blossom or other light-colored honey
2 tbsp. prepared yellow mustard
1 tbsp. butter

2. Sugary crust

1 cup caramelized sugar
1 cup dark brown sugar
1/2 tsp. salt
1 tbsp. cloves
1 tsp. nutmeg
1/4 tsp. allspice

Flop the ham face-down on a plate. Let it sit in the fridge for a while to see how much water comes out. You don’t want it too wet.

Apply the glue and then pack on the crust. Set it with a torch if you want. Refrigerate.

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In case anyone else wants to try Kentucky cream candy, I’ll post a recipe, but I only have my own version, which I made with real maple syrup instead of sugar. I invented this myself, and it is well worth the cost of real syrup. Believe me.

If you want to eat this tomorrow, you need to make it today so it has time to turn into real cream candy.

If you don’t do it carefully, you may end up with hard candy, which is still a win. When cream candy is made correctly, it sort of disappears in your mouth. It’s different.

INGREDIENTS

1-1/2 cups maple syrup (not fake maple)
1/2 cup heavy cream
1/4 tsp. salt
1/2 tsp. vanilla

Dump the syrup and salt in a deep saucepan. It will bubble up, so you don’t want a shallow pan. Heat until it boils gently. Add the cream slowly. You don’t have to stir it.

You can add the vanilla at the start, or if you’re afraid boiling will hurt it, you can drizzle it on the candy right before you pull it. Pulling will work it into the candy.

Boil the mixture until it hits 260°. When you start getting close to the final temperature, get a pan ready to chill the candy. Put several teaspoons in the pan, concave side down. Fill the pan with ice and water, a little deeper than the height of the spoons. Butter a smaller pan.

When the candy is ready, put the small pan in the big pan and pour the candy into it. When the candy is cold enough to remove with your hands, remove it and form it into a long rod. Stretch the rod, fold it, and stretch it again. You want to do this for about 5 minutes. The candy will develop a satiny look.

Stretch the candy until it’s thin enough to make pieces of a convenient size. Cut it into small pieces with shears. Set it aside until it “creams,” meaning until it turns soft and chalky. This may take a whole day.

Don’t try to cut the candy with a knife or cleaver.

You should be able to use any flavoring you like. You could buy menthol crystals and make peppermint candy. You would need to use table sugar instead of syrup. A cup of sugar is about equivalent to 3/4 cup syrup.

Gimme Shelter

Saturday, December 16th, 2023

Threefold Cord in Action

Even if you know leftism is just a collection of Satanic brainwashing myths, it makes an impact when you see your beliefs proven right. This is normal when things God tells you are demonstrated right in front of you.

Leftism is rebellion against divine authority. That includes every form of leftism, including feminism.

Christians are supposed to be baptized with the Holy Spirit and communicate with him throughout the day, submitting to him and listening to him. A man is supposed to be the anointed authority over his household, backed up by the authority of God. A wife is supposed to submit to both God and her husband.

A man and his wife are supposed to have different jobs. A man has the primary obligation to guide, provide, and protect. It’s a position of self-sacrifice. He provides a stable environment in which the wife and kids can thrive in safety. A woman is obligated to look after the house, and she is supposed to handle the bulk of childcare. The childen are supposed to submit to both parents as well as God. The dog submits to everyone. Satan and his fatherless imps are somewhere below the dog and the rats and roaches.

Before my wife got here, I had to do everything. Manage the business. Bring in the money. Look after bills and taxes. Look after the buildings and grounds. Shop. Cook. Clean. I had to buy a back scratcher.

Leftists hate it when you say this, but it’s true: men are not that great at homemaking. Our standards are completely different. Even if we are clean and orderly, the homes of unaccompanied men lack the peaceful, warm atmosphere of homes ordered by women.

I was reasonably clean, but I had a plastic folding table from Home Depot in my kitchen. I had plastic chairs around it. I had an ammunition press and a large cache of cartridges in the dining room, along with two benches and a lot of tools.

The garage was chaotic. I sprayed it with pesticide, I kept the garbage from backing up, and once in a while, I opened the doors and ran the leaf blower. That was good enough for me.

There was a lot of junk on the kitchen table, because I ate in the living room. Left to their own devices, men will eat in three places: the couch, the patio, and standing over the kitchen sink.

Walking in my master closet was very difficult because I had left a lot of guns and other junk in there.

I was tired of cooking, not because cooking was a lot of work, but because I also had to clean and shop. Sometimes I made good food, but often, I made things that were simple, that I could choke down in order to prolong survival. It saved me work.

I had $20 white sheets from IKEA. I got hooked on them while caring for my dad. Cheap and easy to bleach. On top of the sheets, I used either a quilt I found among my sister’s abandoned belongings when she moved to rehab, or a cheap Chinese electric blanket.

Things were good. Men are not like women, so I was okay with my standards. Things are better now, however.

My wife nearly freaked out when she got here, saying she could not be happy unless things were in order.

All junk was removed from the master suite. We went through things I had been ignoring, and we threw out stuff I should have dumped long ago. I was relieved to have the motivation and help. We laundered the pillows. We made several shopping trips for real bedding.

My wife emptied and cleaned my dresser and end tables, and she put things back in, in ways that made somewhat more sense. She vacuumed. She dusted. She organized the closet. There is so much room in there now, you could have home church in the closet. She goes in there to pray for long periods.

We emptied the kitchen cupboards and pantry. My wife cleaned, we threw stuff out, and things went back in. We got a rack that hangs on the pantry door, and we filled it with things like condiments and cookies. We like it so much, we have a second one on the way for the other door. The pantry seems three times as big now.

My friend Mike stayed here last year, and he left a household’s worth of junk and food-related things. We threw out a lot of expired Mike items.

She organized my laundry room, where I keep my paranoia shelves full of nonperishable food. They seemed full when she arrived. Now they seem empty. Simply moving stuff around made a big difference.

She attacked the garage. Mike had left a huge box of seasonings, oil, condiments, and other food items in there. Unbeknownst to me, he had left a box of starch and a box of confectioner’s sugar open, which explained why I had a roach problem in a garage where the garbage was always sealed up and dumped regularly. The box containing all the food items was full of roach poop and irate live roaches. I had to blast it with Raid and leave it alone for hours before I could put it in the car to take it to the dump. Roaches will colonize a car if you let them.

I sent Mike photos, and he said he wanted to save some things. Mike is a man, too. Everything went to the landfill.

Mike had left a couple of hundred pounds of random items in the room where I keep the piano. My wife moved it all into a smallish space in the garage.

I sold Mike my Moto Guzzi motorcycle a long time ago, in order to get it out of the garage. This plan backfired, because he left it where it was. Inspired by my wife, I put it outside under a tarp. We now have so much room, we can bring the pickup inside.

Mike keeps saying he’s going to fly down and haul his things off. I don’t know how long I can protect them from my wife.

My bathrooms were pretty clean, but now the cabinets are ordered. I redid the sink P traps, so now we are safe from leaks. My wife bought post-poop spray for use after people drop a deuce.

We plan meals together. We shop together. Generally, I cook. When I cook, I get to go sit down afterward. My wife cleans up the kitchen. That’s totally new. I can’t get used to it.

While I sit and she cleans, I can almost hear shrill, high-pitched voices with New York accents, telling me women aren’t supposed to do that.

Yesterday, she cooked a neat African meal. It was the first time she cooked an entire meal here. It was really good. I didn’t know she could cook. I got up to do the dishes afterward, and she sent me to the living room and cleaned the kitchen herself.

When I work on things like the tractors and the grounds, I don’t have to think about things I’ll have to do in the house later. I don’t concern myself with vacuuming or cleaning toilets. It’s all done for me.

I’m having problems with my old gate opener, so I have to keep opening it up and working on it. I have a kitchen cart I’m building, and there is still some welding and painting to do. While I work on things like that, my wife is in the house, imposing order.

I haven’t done a load of laundry in weeks. Clean clothing magically appears in the dresser. If I spill something on my shirt, my wife insists I give it to her and go get a fresh one.

I showed my wife how I clean toilets when she got here. Since then, I haven’t cleaned a single one. They’re always shiny and fresh-smelling, like only the angels used them. I’m not positive, but I think she keeps leaving the seats up. I’m afraid to ask. What kind of woman does that in feminist-ruined America?

We got on the living room. We looked at a zillion couches and chairs. We bought a really nice vintage rocker at a consignment store, which we visit frequently. I learned about Howard Restor-A-Finish, a product that works wonders on used furniture. I picked out a traditional wool rug like the ones my grandparents had, and we’ll get one after the turn of the year.

I’ve been on Ebay, buying traditional kitchen stuff. I got some old copper Jell-O molds for the walls. I bought some Griswold cast iron trivets to replace my mother’s trivets, which were looted and lost. I may pick up a few more century-old cast iron items.

We bought a bunch of picture frames, and we are putting family photos on the walls and coffee table. We have dedicated a hallway wall to future photos of friends and relations.

When my grandparents died, my relations took things that were ostentatious or valuable. I got my grandmother’s kerosene lamps. They’re worth around $30 each, but I remember seeing them on the mantel in her basement. We took them out and cleaned them up, and now they’re on our mantel, along with a couple of clay whiskey jugs I inherited. I’m considering putting an old butter churn on the hearth.

We go to the flea market and look for other vintage junk. Not something a man does when he lives alone, unless he has hopes of attracting another man.

I bought some vintage postcards of scenes I remember from Kentucky. I got a frame for them, and we’ll put it on a wall somewhere. I have a 1950 stamped postcard from the post office at the kibbutz where I worked. It commemorates the opening of the post office. We’ll frame that, too.

Furniture stores have sales in January and February. We plan to take advantage. We couldn’t find an old bedroom set we liked, so we chose one, and we will buy it next year.

Men create quarters. Women create homes. I would never have done any of these things had I not gotten married.

The difference is tremendous. The house seems bigger. It’s more peaceful. It’s a good place for prayer. I’m much more on top of business obligations, because now I have more time as well as a person who depends on me.

My wife doesn’t have to think about food, clothing, housing, protection, car problems, anything related to tools, or medical care. I don’t have to occupy myself with wife duties. It’s tremendous. It’s traditional. It’s correct. It works.

Of course it works. It was God’s idea.

Meanwhile, the US is full of 35+ career women–feminists–who live with cats, worry about their eggs, and put out because they think it’s the way to find husbands. They learned this from feminist leaders…who didn’t marry.

They’re miserable. They have no one to look after them. They have no one to look after. They have to compete with girls who are younger and therefore much more attractive. They think about buying ideal semen from tall, high-IQ, handsome strangers they will never meet and who are probably mostly transients and fast food workers. Women who bought the lie try to buy sperm from the kind of men who won’t marry them. They know most of their kind will die single.

Single men are better off than single women. Harsh fact of life. My life was very good before I met my wife. She was poor. She lived in a hovel with two other women. She had no reason to think kids were on the way any time soon, and she had no way to provide for them. I was sitting in a big house on a farm, enjoying my hobbies and my relationship with God, lacking for nothing except someone to pray with and make sacrifices for.

Our relationship is unusual in that she was in another country, but American single women are also worse off than single men. They are not as capable of looking after themselves as men. No one ever says, “It must be tough, being a man, living alone.”

They crave kids most men don’t crave. They have biological clocks, but it’s possible for a 100-year-old man to have kids.

My great-grandfather had 11 kids by his second wife, my great-grandmother. She was 15 when he married her, and he was already old. He and her father arranged his second marriage without consulting her. He married her on her 15th birthday, and they were married when he died at the age of 78.

He was about 55 when my grandfather was born. He ended up with 21 children. He was about 70 when his last child was born. Women can’t do that.

My great-grandmother was probably saved from additional children by menopause, not any deterioration on her husband’s part. Meanwhile, American women in their twenties are freezing eggs.

We pray together at least twice every day. We share testimony and revelation. We discuss the Bible. We help motivate each other.

This is a good system, but because I was raised in Satan’s world of sick relationships, somehow there is a part of me that feels I have to defend it. Like the part of me that used to feel like I was walking into porn theaters when I walked into gun ranges.

God’s system is right. It works. It’s for everyone.

I feel as though I am working harder than expected to make this home feel homey, and I think this is because the world is washed up. It’s a hard, cold place now, full of perversion and outright insanity. A traditional home is insulation from, and a counterbalance to, the filth of the persecuting, trans-worshiping, phone-addicted world, and it’s a reminder that we will eventually live in a world filled with God’s light and warmth.

I’m writing this not long after Jill Biden put out a stomach-twisting video of the left’s vision of a proper Christmas. You must have seen it by now. Christmas is supposed to be a sort of second Thanksgiving, in which we celebrate the gifts of Yeshua and the Holy Spirit. It’s about the love of families. We celebrate these things in our homes, where we try to rekindle our warmth and love for each other. A home is never so much a home as it is on Christmas.

Ms. Biden’s video is a sickening parade of sexual oddities in bizarre costumes, with fake grins of the sort you would expect to see on kids high on molly, prancing among creepy decorations as though recreating the kind of thing an unsaved person might see while descending into hell after a Christmas Day overdose.

It’s terrible when the left tries to destroy Christmas, but it’s even more nauseating when they try to take it over. The Biden video has nothing in it to remind us of Yeshua. It’s full of dancers who are about as charming as horror movie clowns. Their insincere grins are supposed to be cheery, but they come off as threatening, like the grins of demons awaiting the arrival of the dead.

It reminded me of something I hadn’t thought about for years: the distaste homosexuals feel for Christmas.

Young people may not remember it, but we used to hear a lot about the misery homosexuals endured over Christmas. Other people were celebrating with their husbands, wives, kids, and other relations. Homosexuals had nobody and no relationship with the God they knew detested their behavior. Christmas was a yearly reminder that a lifestyle of alcohol, drugs, selfishness, sex with feces-smeared anuses instead of vaginas, and too many sexual partners to remember was vastly inferior to normal heterosexual life.

I don’t know if it’s true, because self-pitying mythology was common, but they used to say many homosexuals committed suicide over Christmas, recognizing the emptiness of depravity and not knowing any way to be delivered.

The church has done an extremely poor job of delivering people from sexual perversion and compulsive fornication, but to be fair, not many people are interested in deliverance.

There is no way homosexual families will ever be “right.” It’s a hopeless quest, like putting a wig on Bruce Jenner, giving him a girl’s name, slicing his penis off, and expecting normal men to ask him out. It’s terrible when people give up everything to chase toxic mirages.

Jenner has actually complained that men don’t want him. It is astonishing that he didn’t expect that. You can put icing and candles on a cow pie and tell people it’s a birthday cake, but no one in his right mind will want to eat it.

There is a HUGE difference between a woman and a castrated man full of wrong hormones. Huge. Ask any man. The flesh feels different. The mannerisms are feminine, not effeminate. The mind is different. The skin has a different scent. Women don’t make noise when they walk. And women don’t have big man hands built for swinging swords and axes.

I think Biden’s video is motivated in hostility toward the “haves,” like all of leftism. Other people have decorations with crosses. They read the Bible to their kids. They look at manger displays. They hold hands and thank Yeshua, knowing he has prepared a perfect future for them. Leftists are out in the cold, so they try to make Christmas about nonexistent elves, a maladjusted fat man obsessed with other people’s kids, reindeer, trees, drunkenness, fornication, and gifts bought on credit, which assure a miserable New Year full of bills and interest.

I see Biden’s video as an act of aggression. It’s an effort to replace Yeshua and Christians with sexually ambiguous weirdos in costumes straight out of a child’s nightmares. Maybe it’s a deliberate effort to mock Christmas and Christianity. “It’s our White House now, and THIS is your White House Christmas.”

And the choreography and music are horrible.

All in all, I think a Christmas tree lighting ceremony ruined by perverts and angry Muslims is easier to watch.

How could “Dr. Jill” look at this video and not realize it was a belly-churning abomination?

“Dr. Jill.” The doctor of education. Like Bill Cosby.

I’m a doctor, too. I’m a doctor of law, like every lawyer under a certain age. I don’t go around making people call me “Dr. Steve.” Ridiculous. If you want people to call you a doctor, get a real doctorate. Become a physician or a mathematician. Learning how to teach kids to clap erasers isn’t the same as mastering neurosurgery or real analysis.

Shaquille O’Neal has a doctorate, and he insists the world is flat. He says he has seen it through airplane windows.

Dr. Shaq.

Great guy. An inspiration in many ways. Not a real doctor.

We need to stop questioning God’s guidelines. The person who created them is God, after all. He knows what works. His ways work. There are millions of normal families all over the world who do things God’s way, and they get results. They’re not buying sperm and cutting themselves.

I am extremely grateful for the change in my life. I wanted this even when I was a kid. I wanted it even after hormones kicked in, and other boys were only thinking about nailing up as many pelts as possible. I knew it was right, even though I was a terrible Christian.

I pity the people who won’t listen. It doesn’t matter how hard and long you suck on a poisoned pacifier. You will never get any milk.

Passport Gramps

Sunday, November 26th, 2023

Deserve’s Got Nothing to do With it

I am now 8 days into my experience as a passport bro whose wife has finally made it to the States.

“Passport bro” has a very loose definition. Fundamentally, it means any American man who passed up American women and married a foreigner, for any reason or combination of reasons. It’s a pejorative term, like “cradle-robber” (also me) and “gold digger.”

If you really want to make American women who don’t know anything about you furious, marry a woman who is younger or foreign. Many American women won’t care at all. The rest will hate you and your wife, as though you were personally responsible for the unfulfilled, much-deserved lives they and their awful friends, sisters, and mothers live.

Total strangers have said my wife was too young and pretty for me. WHOO HOO! I certainly hope so.

One lady who disapproves of us had a great husband she abused and abandoned, and she ended up bitter and alone. As an elderly, lonely leftist who will die single, she still feels qualified to offer marriage advice.

Come to think of it, a lot of female celebrities who tell young women what decisions to make are alone, miserable, whorish, addicted to drugs, and in some cases, mentally ill. “Don’t get married.” “Have kids out of wedlock.” “Make your sons wear dresses.” “Name your kids things like ‘Bronx’ and ‘Maddox.'”

Why do so many people take advice from individuals whose lives are dumpster fires?

Here’s something interesting: men don’t care at all about women marrying outside their countries. We don’t care about elderly women marrying younger, better-looking men, either, not that it happens much outside of Hollywood. We don’t care. We don’t think about it. Why the difference?

Women, on the other hand, get angry when they hear younger, prettier women they don’t know married old men they also don’t know and may not even want.

If any crabby single women I could never have married are reading, it was never a choice between you and someone prettier and younger. The choice was 1. someone I wanted or 2. being alone. If I were willing to marry someone who repelled me in order to avoid being alone, I’d have grandchildren by now.

A Jamaican girl I knew told me about rent-a-dreads. These are gigolos who roam the beaches of Jamaica. Single white women fly to Jamaica to find them, and they pay them for sex. I thought the story was funny, but I didn’t call the women predators or perverts, which is what many rejected women call passport bros.

I didn’t resent Jamaican man-whores for snapping up all the miserable middle-aged white women I didn’t want. Men generally don’t think that way. Black American men tend to be possessive of black women as a whole, but the rest of us are different.

Women are extremely hostile toward each other. That’s the problem. They are incredibly competitive for men and everything else. They have a zero-sum attitude. “What helps you hurts me.” This is why they can’t stand each other. It’s one of the weirdest aspects of human nature.

I’ve noticed that many women get upset when other women do well in any area of life. Women use this trait to torment each other.

I know a single woman who got upset when I mentioned Valentine’s Day and also when I spoke of a male friend who had a new romance. She let me know I was not to speak of these things. That was wild. If she had developed a wonderful relationship and gotten married, my friend and I would have been very happy about it.

Another person’s success isn’t your failure. If another person’s prayers are answered, yours may be answered, too.

I have an aunt who used to give my single sister endless, glowing updates on her grandchildren, all of whom are prodigies and superheroes, much like her son, who had to settle for one of the world’s worst law schools and went on to do mindless work as a low-level prosecutor who refers methheads to rehab all day. My understanding is that he is so lazy, he refused to do anything about the leaking roof on the house she gave him, so she had to have it replaced. Supposedly, she is willing the house to his kids instead of him because she thinks he won’t take care of it. He’s not the guy she held him out to be.

I never thought much about my aunt’s stories, but my sister told me she was telling them because she wanted to make the rest of us miserable. Women understand women. In my sister’s case, it seems to have worked.

When my aunt used to tell me whoppers about her grandchildren, all I thought was, “Wow, this is boring.”

Well, that’s not all I thought. I also thought, “How can she not know I don’t believe this stuff?”

Everyone in her family was the light of the world. Her son was a philosopher and the new Leibniz (a name he would have to look up). Her daughter was going to be Miss Kentucky. Her son-in-law could pick musical instruments up and play them without lessons. Her grandsons had x-ray vision, at least one could fly, and their fingerpainting had attracted the attention of the National Gallery and Livermore labs.

If I had to guess, these kids aren’t extremely bright. They’re probably smart; somewhere in the pleasant intelligence band most lawyers come from. I don’t know them, but I am qualified to guess because I know my aunt.

She told me her son had been admitted by the University of Michigan Law School (top 10), and then I found out it was WESTERN Michigan, AKA the Cooley Law School, generally held to be the single worst law school in the US. No exaggeration. It’s famous. Instead of the top 10, he was admitted to #199 out of 199.

If you can fog a mirror, you’re in. Michael Cohen is a Cooley grad.

If there had ever been any evidence these kids were brilliant or even just Mensa material, I would have heard about it. Early and often. She worked very hard to turn dubious anecdotes into proof of transcendent genius, so if an actual test score had popped up, it would be on a billboard.

She bragged about her daughter’s second husband, the anaesthesiologist. Turns out he’s really a NURSE. She took a respected profession that looks very good to most people and made it look like an utter failure the family was trying to hide. Thanks to my aunt, I never think of him as a accomplished nurse anaesthetist, which is how I would see him had she told the truth. I think of him as a guy who couldn’t get into medical school.

For years, I thought he was a doctor. My aunt used that word.

He’s probably a fantastic person, but his unpaid publicist is not doing him any favors.

She told me her daughter and the doctor lived in a historic mansion among millionaires. One day I was thinking about all the BS I had heard, so I got curious and looked them up. They have a very nice but ordinary house worth considerably less than a million. No NBA star will ever want it; I’ll put it that way. It would seem like a wonderful house to me, except I was expecting Mar-a-Lago.

Her second husband’s granddaughter managed to make it to the first round of one of those talent-search shows several years ago. My aunt got to sit in the audience, so her sans-microphone face was on TV for less than the length of a bull ride. She got to meet Jim Stafford or Shabba Doo or whoever it was that hosted the show. I, a person who hadn’t watched network TV regularly in maybe 15 years, got to hear about that. You would think the entire family had performed a Super Bowl halftime show. My best guess: the girl went back to singing in small bars, like 99% of professional pop musicians.

Let’s see. Just now, I managed to remember enough of her name to find her on Google. Her Instagram fan page has 45 followers. I think you get that many spam followers just for signing up. Last update: two years before coronavirus. So she quit. Well, that’s smart. A lot of stubborn people of modest gifts spend their autumn years playing in roadhouses. Maybe she went to college. And studied nursing. Another doctor in the making.

To get back on topic, men like women. Women like men. Men like men. Women can’t get along with women. This is why lesbians have the shortest, rockiest relationships of any group. It must be hard being a lesbian, because women want long relationships and security more than men, and lesbians fight like crazy and break up over and over.

I guess when there are two people in a relationship, and both give the cold shoulder at once, which is what many women do, it turns into a death spiral. A man will go to an angry woman and try to start a conversation. A woman will sulk behind a locked door until the sun dies.

I had an eccentric history teacher named Morgan Kelly, and he lied all the time, but he told us one thing that was true. He said the Chinese character for “woman” could mean different things. Used once, it meant “woman.” Used twice, it meant “quarrel.” Too funny. The web says modern Chinese people have stopped using the quarrel symbol, which shows the truth hit home in some quarters.

Many women lose their minds when men they used to be involved with date or get married, or even when they just go on with life and enjoy it.

I am enjoying life. I’m not doing it to torment anyone, though.

I say that as a joke, but it wouldn’t be funny if there weren’t some ugly truths behind it. There are people who live to brag, not to make themselves feel good, but to depress and humiliate others. If Americans were anything like the people they pretend to be on Facebook, we could legitimately be said to be the master race.

Now that I think about it, I guess I have hurt some people very badly with my few small successes in life. When something good happens to me, I never think, “This will really break so-and-so’s heart!” But some hearts must have been broken. It wouldn’t necessarily take much. It used to break my middle-aged sister’s heart when I rode in the front seat of the car instead of the back. Made her furious.

Envy is pretty bad. It’s Satan’s sin. “I will be like the most high.” He hates God for being above him. He hates us for being born later, being smaller, weaker, less beautiful, and less intelligent, and being promoted above him while he waits to roast and squeal in the lake of fire. People who are envious wish others ill and try to harm them when those they envy are blameless. Envy is the heart of leftism.

Life as a passport bro is good so far. It’s not like there are any big surprises. Before my wife arrived, we had spent around 6 weeks together abroad, and we had a practice of doing video chat twice a day.

If there is anything disappointing about our new arrangement, it’s that it feels like we have been living here together for decades. You would think we would both be ecstatic because we were finally together in our house, but it was more like a couple who had been married for 20 years came home after separate vacations.

Some changes are requiring mental adjustments. I can’t do everything I used to do. For example, I have been informed I get out of the car too fast. My routine is park, neutral, shut down, open door, jump out. I would guess this takes under two seconds. Now it’s neutral, shut down, stare at wife until makeup is done.

I am also not permitted to wear T-shirts with holes in them. I did not see that coming. And I have to keep an eye on the trash to see which treasured items the wife has thrown out. She threw out the boxes for some cameras and accessories, and I had to rescue them. She threw out my saddle soap!

I’m becoming my grandfather. My grandmother took some of his clothes and put them on a scarecrow, and he drove to the field and took them back down.

My wife threw out some jeans that had bleach spots on them. Who does that?

My beloved queen-sized mattress is on the way out. It’s from Costco. It’s perfect for me. It’s a joy. Back in my fornication days, I never had problems sharing a queen-sized mattress. Now, I am told it’s way too small. Yeah; trying staying on your side. How about that? That’s what I’ll tell her. One of these days.

I fixed a beautiful stuffed turkey on Thursday, and she refused to eat the stuffing. Some kind of mental block I don’t comprehend. I had not been aware that stuffing phobias existed.

You would think affluent people would be more likely to have food phobias because they would be sheltered, but it seems the opposite is true. I’ve noticed that people who grew up poor are more likely to have hangups about food. I dated a girl who could not eat anything resembling a sausage, and she also refused to go near Chinese food.

My master bath was very clean before my wife got here, except the shower needed a good application of scum remover in some areas. She’s in there now anyway, sterilizing the whole room.

On the up side, I don’t do dishes or laundry any more. PASSPORT BRO FOR LIFE!

Also, she is willing to get a recliner couch. That’s every man’s dream. I think they’re a little tacky, but when you sit on one, you forget about all that. I don’t think I would be able to make myself buy one if I lived here alone, because I would think, “God gave you this nice house, and you put a recliner couch in the living room.” But if she’s for it, I think I can forgive myself.

We went to three furniture stores yesterday, primarily to look for a kitchen table that isn’t available at Home Depot. I would guess we saw 200 recliners. I was shocked. I have a couple of recliners already. I got my dad a cheap Chinese lift recliner when he was dealing with dementia, and I got a big Barcalounger for the upstairs rec room. I looked around my area before going online, but all I saw was a disappointing La-Z-Boy store. I didn’t check the regular furniture stores. That’s when I found out how popular recliners are here.

We laugh all the time. We are getting a lot of prayer in. She gets along with Marvin. Things are going to be okay. The rest of my life may be very trying for envious people.

Everybody Must get Stuffed

Thursday, November 23rd, 2023

Blessed

My wife and I are waiting for our first Thanksgiving turkey to come out of the oven.

I bone and stuff my turkeys. These days, the nannies of the world frown on stuffing the way they started frowning on non-neutered dogs in about 1980. For centuries, people stuffed birds and baked them, and all was good. Then we started hearing about salmonella and so on.

There are sites that say stuffed turkey is unsafe. Not really true, but making things worse, some also say stuffed turkey doesn’t taste as good. They say stuffing has to reach 165° in order to be safe, and they claim that by the time the stuffing is that hot, the turkey is dry.

Ridiculous.

I’m not sure why so many Thanksgiving turkeys come out dry, but my informed guess is that it’s because most people can’t cook.

When I shop for turkeys, I buy whatever the store has. Frozen, fresh, cheap, expensive, organic, chemically-enhanced…whatever. It doesn’t matter. They always come out perfect, so why look for a particular product?

If your turkey is dry, you probably cooked it at too high a temperature. It’s no wonder people do this. The Internet is full of sites mentioning figures like 350° and 425°. I would expect problems, too, if I were crazy enough to cook birds at temperatures like that.

I cook turkeys at 200° to 250°, depending on how I feel. Low and slow cooking doesn’t dry out the meat, and it makes it more tender. I take the bones out, season the meat, sew the bird up so it can hold stuffing, cram the stuffing in, sew it up, season the outside, plop it in a pan on a rack, cover it with foil, and put it in the oven.

When the stuffing gets up around 155°, I remove the foil and turn the heat up to brown the skin.

It works. It’s not brain surgery. Although it kind of is turkey surgery.

I use dental floss and an upholstery needle to do the sewing.

I’m no microbiologist, but I’m pretty sure a turkey’s important bacteria will die at 165° regardless of how long it took the turkey to get that hot. Maybe slow cooking encourages them to breed more energetically during roasting, but if they all die at 165°, what difference does it make?

I slow-cook all sorts of stuff. Barbecue that isn’t slow-cooked is disgusting. It’s like rubber. Barbecue was invented to make cheap, tough meat soft and tasty. The FDA lets restaurants do it. If it’s safe to eat a pork butt that took 12 hours to cook at 225°, it seems to me I should be able to eat a turkey that cooks for 4 hours at about the same temperature.

Anyway, no one has died so far, and a good stuffed turkey is worth a certain amount of gastrointestinal distress. And you have to die of something. Sooner or later.

Listen. They have antibiotics now.

Suddenly things that didn’t cause problems are considered dangerous. Shut up and let me eat my paint chips in peace.

I made pecan pie and sweet potato pie, as I wrote yesterday. I think next time I may add some pumpkin to the sweet potato pie, to get the best of both worlds. I hope I did okay.

I made green beans with homemade salt pork. I cured it and smoked it myself. I simmered the beans nearly to death and then put them in the fridge. They’re always better the next day.

I made cranberry relish. I used to think I used pretty much the same recipe as everyone else, but Googling suggests I do not. I chop the berries up with oranges and pecans, and then I pour in cherry Jell-O and sugar. I also add Grand Marnier. I don’t cook the berries.

It has worked well so far, but I think it’s pretty hard to mess up cranberry relish.

I still have to make mashed potatoes and yams. After that, I am done.

We will be drinking Korbel brut. When I was in college, I considered this my cheap champagne for nights when I was not feeling picky, but it seems like it’s way better now, so I don’t see much point in buying French. I like it better than Cordon Rouge for sure.

The only concern now is whether my wife likes American Thanksgiving food. Even if I make it well, there is no guarantee it will suit her.

I hope everyone is having a wonderful Thanksgiving, and that they have as much to thank God for as I have.

Let us Give Thanks for our Gender-Appropriate Chromosomes

Wednesday, November 22nd, 2023

Finally, Thanksgiving at Home

We are getting ready for our second Thanksgiving together. Last year, we ate at Lawry’s in Singapore, and it was expensive and not very good. Is this because Singaporeans can’t cook American food, or is it because Lawry’s is a bad chain? I don’t know, but I am suspicious of Lawry’s. They serve steamed peas as a side dish, which makes you wonder if they have read a competing menu since 1938.

They served lumpy creme brulee. It’s not a hard dish to make correctly.

I made a pecan pie, and I have a sweet potato pie in the oven. Why not pumpkin pie, like my mother and grandmother? The simple fact is that pumpkin pie is not as good. It’s exactly the same thing, made with a vegetable that isn’t as tasty.

I don’t really understand why pumpkin pie exists. Think of all the better pies. Apple. Key lime. Cherry. Peach. Blueberry. Coconut cream. Cheesecake is a type of pie. It’s a pie people eat out of a sense of obligation. No one orders pumpkin pie in October.

I would guess that most people who have never had sweet potato pie would think it was pumpkin pie upon trying it. They would think somebody had finally made a good pumpkin pie.

I don’t have my own sweet potato pie recipe, so I found the Libby’s pumpkin pie recipe, substituted yams 1:1, I added a couple of things. I put in a tiny bit of nutmeg, some vanilla, and a tablespoon of butter. Butter should be in everything.

Is it wrong to drink the leftover batter? I’m not saying I would do that. But would it be wrong?

Definitely not saying I just did it.

I use the pecan recipe from the Karo bottle, but I add bourbon. Makes a big difference.

I should make my own pie crusts, but I don’t. Not for obligatory pies.

I think the recipe is too hot. It calls for 375°. At this temperature, your crust will burn. When I saw my crust getting dark, I threw a sheet of foil over it. It stuck in one place, but the pie is okay.

Next time, I plan to watch the pie to see how it’s doing, and I’ll drop the temperature to 300° when the crust starts to scare me. There are really only two things you have to do when you make pies of the custard family: brown the crust and firm up the batter. You can firm up the batter at 200° if it makes you happy. There is nothing magical about 375°. You can make fantastic creme brulee at 205° with no water bath. I think bakers use water baths because they’re in a hurry.

Later, I will be fixing green beans with salt pork. They always taste better the second day. I’ll also put some cranberry relish and cornbread dressing together.

Tomorrow, I have to get up and bone the turkey. Then I’ll cram it full of dressing, throw it in the oven, and hope for the best.

I’ll be using a lot of dry white wine in the food. What a difference it makes. But when I suggest it to people, they wrinkle their noses. People want exactly what their mothers made, no matter how bad it is. My friend Mike eats canned cranberry sauce. Sometimes I miss my mom’s spaghetti, which had chili powder in it.

Thanksgiving will seem strange. For the first time, I’ll be celebrating in an environment containing only Spirit-led Christians who can appreciate the purpose of the holiday.

I don’t know if my wife will get the full benefit of the experience, because she has never had traditional American Thanksgiving food. For all I know, she won’t like any of it. But we’ll be together, thanking God, and we won’t be eating restaurant food that is, objectively, substandard.

She is tearing the house up. The sudden cleanliness and order are intimidating.

It will take time to get used to having someone do things for me, without being resentful or keeping score on me. It feels odd, especially in a world of man-hating feminists who are miserable because they bought into one of history’s great lies. I’m no feminist, but I have nagging feelings: “Shouldn’t I clean that up? Is it really okay to just sit here?” I dismiss them.

My wife didn’t have thoughts like that while I was fixing the sinks. Feminism is a one-edged sword. Men are brainwashed to do what wives used to do, but women are not expected to fix sinks, kill spiders, open their own jars, or shoot burglars.

I have never seen a marriage that was in proper order. I’ve seen whiny, unsatisfied women. I’ve seen self-centered men who were like middle-aged frat boys. I’ve seen Christians repeat Satanic marriage doctrine, speaking of men as though we were somehow defective and in need of a redesign. I’ve seen women who pretended to be glad they were able to live their dreams, working in fungible, modestly-paid positions in Dilbertian cubicles with their forgotten liberal arts degrees. I never saw one who turned out to be Amelia Earhart or Wonder Woman, the way feminists say they will.

“Thank you, Betty Friedan, because I get to sit in a cubicle, living out scenes from Office Space every day! Thank God an unvetted Mexican with a 6th-grade education is raising my kids while I shuffle folders and look for ways to torpedo all the other women at my job! Thank God I aborted the burdensome children I conceived while trying unsuccessfully to convince men to marry me. I’m so glad I will never see them grow up!” No woman who is honest has ever felt like saying that.

I’ve known all sorts of women who saw 30 coming and realized they had blown it. You can see a lot of women like that on Youtube. Search for videos about women “hitting the wall.” They enter the workplace at 22 or 25, and before they get beyond entry-level, they’re 30, and their fertility is tanking precipitously. And they are competing with women the better part of a decade younger.

Men like youth. It’s the best cosmetic. There is no substitute. And the way women put out these days, men don’t have much incentive to marry their old girlfriends. They milk the cow until the wall looms up, and then they bail out and trade up.

Since leaving college, I have probably Googled girls I knew fewer than 5 times, and I don’t mean women I wished I had dated or married, because there weren’t any like that. I just wondered if such women could possibly be married. I found them easy to find. Generally, they still had their maiden names.

I went to Columbia University, where 2020 arrived in about 1975. The women were horrible. Perpetually enraged. Landmines that blew up and spewed sexist hate when men got too close. Now I can Google them and find out how they have done, alone, with no kids, in jobs where their legacies mean about as much as the legacy I leave when I check out of a Hampton Inn.

Sometimes I wonder if any college girl* from the Northeast has ever married (a man**) and had children***.

We have a shot at a normal marriage.

No human being can make a marriage work, so I am doing what I can to turn everything over to God. There is no possibility either of us could make it work on our own.

* XX or “actual” woman
** XY or “actual” man
*** not cats

Domesticity and Savagery

Tuesday, November 21st, 2023

Plus the End of Candace Owens

In case anyone is wondering how my life is going now that my wife is a resident of the United States, I am here to let you know. Exactly what you would expect is happening. She is in the process of throwing out everything I hold dear.

Slight exaggeration.

Today, she pulled all the drawers out of my awful dresser, and she has been using a HEPA-filter vacuum to suck the dust out of the dresser itself. The contents of the dresser are all over the room. Hope there was nothing incriminating in there.

We went to a ritzy restaurant as soon as we got away from the airport. Of course, I am referring to White Castle. I thought she might be too tired after around 40 hours of traveling, but she insisted. Sadly, it turned out she didn’t like it as much Shake Shack, so we failed to knock off our bag of 10 cheese sliders.

I did my part.

A friend of mine needed a place to stop on a trip to Miami with his kids. His grandmother raised him, and he was on the way to her funeral. They met my wife on the way back. I made pizza both times.

The kids cleaned up my downstairs. I have no idea why they enjoy doing that, but I don’t exactly discourage it.

My wife is finally caught up on sleep, and this is why she is going over the house. I am trying to look involved. I changed the P-traps under two sinks. They were leaking. The character who installed them used something that looked like a combination of plumber’s putty and pipe dope. Here’s what you’re supposed to apply: nothing. I put a little Teflon grease on the threads, though.

I believe he used a pipe wrench to tighten the joints. They’re supposed to be hand-tight. They were torn up, and I had to exert myself to get them off.

I also took one of the horrible Chinese casters off Marvin’s cage and checked the threads. I have 4 much-better casters on the way. If we’re going to fix up the house, we have to fix Marv’s house as well.

We have Thanksgiving supplies laid in, and I am making cornbread for dressing. I’m making a lot of bacon because I need 3/4 of a cup of grease.

She has been tearing strips of bacon in tiny bits and eating them one at a time. Why do women do that? I told her she knew she was going to eat the whole strip, so she should quit fooling herself. She said, “You’re so vicious.” Then she ate more.

Our plan is to fix the bedroom, living room, and kitchen before anything else. My adored queen size mattress may be exiled to a guest room.

We’ll have to hit Orlando soon, because that’s where the real stores are. I hope the spending tsunami starts to abate by New Year’s.

I have been reading the news. It looks like Candace Owens has decided to murder her own career. Is it admirable, because she’s saying what she thinks is true, regardless of the cost, or is it just ridiculous, because she hasn’t spent two minutes verifying the things she says before buying herself a one-way ticket back to nowhere?

She seems to think Israel is an apartheid state, and she made an ambiguous remark about genocide which seemed to be intended to justify criticisms of Israel.

She said something nutty. She said Jerusalem’s Arab Quarter was the place where Arabs were “allowed to live.” Really insane. As a whole lot of other commentators have remarked since she made her claim, Arabs can live wherever they want in Israel. They hold Knesset seats They serve in the IDF.

The Arab Quarter is pretty small. It holds a small percentage of Israel’s Arabs. This is not classified information. How could an otherwise-bright woman fail to check this out before tying an anvil to her leg and diving into the Ann Coulter abyss?

By “Ann Coulter abyss,” I mean the hole where smart pundits go when they go off the rails publicly.

Owens appears to think the Arab-Jewish conflict is a spat between two peoples, each of which has major legitimate grievances. She seems to think Israeli’s Jews are foreign oppressors who showed up one day and decided to throw Israel’s bona fide historical occupants out, and she doesn’t seem to have any idea how differently Jews and Arabs in the Middle East have treated each other.

Every adult in the US should read a recent article about the rapes that have occurred since October 7. Muslims have raped girls, women, and old ladies repeatedly in more than one orifice. They have broken pelvises. While one victim was being gang-raped, a Muslim sliced her breast off and took it around for others to play with. One Israeli was raped standing up, and while the Muslim was still inside her, he shot her through the skull.

You can go online and see at least one Jewish captive with huge blood stains on the back of her pants and between her legs.

Close your eyes and try as hard as you can to picture Jews doing this.

Yes, Jews have killed civilians. While trying as hard as possible not to. On the other hand, they haven’t deliberately set fire to living babies. I doubt you will be able to find any stories about Jews cutting babies out of women and beheading them while their umbilical cords still tied them to their mothers, but at least one Muslim did that during the terrorist raid.

Antisemitic Muslims are not like Jews. They have equalled the barbarism of the Nazis and the imperialist Japanese.

I keep calling them “Muslims,” not “Hamas,” because their religion is what caused all this. Islam is a religion of murder, torture, rape, slavery, theft, and pillage. It encourages its adherents to do the kinds of things we have seen them do this year.

If Hamas itself were the big problem, we wouldn’t have a slew of other Muslim terrorist groups, and Hamas would not win elections in Gaza by overwhelming margins.

Islam got its start as a protection racket. It’s a shame people don’t know this. Look it up. Mohammed’s new religion was going nowhere, but one day he decided to tell Muslims they were free to raid the towns of infidels and do pretty much what they just did in Israel. People converted not because God opened their eyes and confirmed Mohammed’s ravings, but because they were terrified of their terrorist neighbors, and also because they wanted to be able to do to others what Muslims had done to them.

On October 7, many Muslims celebrated their religion’s origins.

I have never hopped on the Candace Owens bandwagon. I’m relieved I can say that. I saw her saying things I thought were immature and obnoxious, and after that, I didn’t really care whether she was right on the issues. I saw her as a person I did’t want to endorse wholeheartedly. I liked some things she said, but that was as far as it went.

I don’t see politicians or self-anointed pundits as our saviors. It is often enjoyable to see them put leftists in their places, but conservatism per se is not what the world needs. It needs the unity that comes from the Holy Spirit. Conservatism isn’t the answer to our problems. Holy-Spirit-led Christianity is the answer to our problems, and conservatism is just an essential and natural by-product.

Here is one thing I like about watching Candace Owens out herself: it shows how blind intelligent people can be. Conservatives keep telling themselves that if they out-argue and out-meme the facially idiotic left, eventually enough people will come to their senses to bring us victory in the voting booth. It’s not true. If brains and logic mattered that much, nearly all Jews would believe Yeshua was the Messiah and God.

People are subject to supernatural blindness. Only the Holy Spirit can enable you to know the truth. If you’re not full of the Holy Spirit, you’re full of other spirits, and they deceive. They may give you part of the truth, plus some toxic adulterants, but overall, you will be blind.

Candace Owens doesn’t know the Holy Spirit, so in spite of her intelligence and general knowledge, she believes things so stupid a 5-year-old can debunk them in two minutes.

We are swimming in a sea of demonic deception, and only a tiny number of us are hearing the truth from the Holy Spirit.

Ben Shapiro and David Horowitz are done with Candace Owens. They think she’s ridiculous. She is, but so are they. They can’t figure out who their Messiah is. Who is more blind?

Maybe she got her ideas from other black people. No one is willing to talk about the huge problem of black antisemitism. Who knows what Owens heard from her parents and grandparents when she was young? She used to be a leftist. Maybe she hasn’t rejected all the mythology and libel.

The deception is going to get worse, and it will be everywhere. People need to understand this. You can argue and meme all you want. You might as well try to describe sunshine to a rock.

Order Status Update

Friday, November 17th, 2023

“Your Package has Been Shipped”

My wife is somewhere over Africa, telling stewardesses they’re too slow with her champagne. I expect to be having burgers and fries with her some time tomorrow.

Things are going quite well here. One of my best friends was raised by his grandmother, and she just passed away, so he and his kids had to spend the night here on the way to her funeral. His kids seem to be from another planet. They’re polite. They don’t break things. I have to keep telling them to talk LOUDER. Also, they cleaned my house.

I don’t know why they do this, but it happens every time they show up. I would be happy even if they came alone and left Dad at home.

I was dreading cleaning up the man-filth in preparation for trying to fool my wife about how neat I am before she takes over. Now I don’t have to do it.

We had a fantastic day yesterday. We hit Sonny’s BBQ and filled up on ribs. Every restaurant has off days, normal days, and on days. Sonny’s had an on day. The ribs were perfect. For dinner, I made two Sicilian pizzas. One cheese and one pepperoni.

I spent a lot of time talking to my friend’s only son. He has a tough life. Three sisters still in the house.

He started telling me how he loved my computer. I know little about it. I decided I wanted to make Youtube videos, so I found a guy online, telling people which parts to buy to build a suitable PC for a reasonable price. I bought the parts and built the PC. That’s all I know.

Evidently, it’s a gaming PC. I did not know this. Gaming and editing video require similar capabilities.

He knew all about the motherboard and graphics card.

It turned out he had a lot of tech interests. I told him about Arduino and Adafruit. I told him about soldering stations and so on. Maybe the next time I’ll see him, he’ll bring a homemade communications satellite.

Very smart kid.

He’s also conservative, which is not something you see a lot in junior high kids. We talked politics, and I told him stuff I had learned about God.

These kids are so quiet, I never know what’s happening in their lives, so it was a real revelation, conversing with him.

Things are going well for me, but America is not merely circling the drain; it already has one leg in it. This week, many Americans are on the web claiming Osama bin Laden, the mass-murdering idiot behind the deaths of over 3,000 innocent occupants of the World Trade Center (including Muslims), was right.

I’ll post more about that later.

I should hear from the little woman after 5 p.m today, and the next window of opportunity will come tomorrow morning. After that, Orlando in the afternoon.

I am not ready to shift into real married life. I have spent about two months with my wife, but we were always on vacation in exotic places. I have become very good at phone marriage and sending money. Having someone here all the time will be different.

The phone, immigration matters, and trip arrangements have been our chief activities for a long time. When she’s here, we can forget all that. So what will we do?

Fixing up the house and my wife’s wardrobe will kill a little time. After that, we will have to deal with freedom.

It’s a good problem to have. Some people have to get up every day and spend 10 hours trying to sell Bud Light.

I’ll continue the post during the next flight so I can express my thoughts about the bin Laden letter.

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My wife had to make a connection in a country that gives Hamas billions, and even though I know that country has no idea who I am or where my wife is, I feel more at ease completing this post now that she is somewhere else.

Bin Laden wrote a ridiculous letter to America, and people are urging others to read it, claiming it proves he was actually a good guy and we were the problem.

Some highlights:

The creation of Israel is a crime which must be erased. Each and every person whose hands have become polluted in the contribution towards this crime must pay its price, and pay for it heavily.

Right away, you can see that this letter is a scary, revealing litmus test. If you agree with bin Laden after reading the above citation, you are a Jew-hater. It’s possible for a person who does not hate Jews to believe Israel has done bad or unwise things from time to time, but if you want to erase the Jewish nation, which is legitimate, and abuse everyone involved in supporting it, you hate Jews.

[Y]ou have not yet tired of repeating your fabricated lies that the Jews have a historical right to Palestine, as it was promised to them in the Torah.

Well, we have the Torah, and it does promise all the land in “Palestine” (a non-historical nation) to the Jews. We have copies that predate the birth of the pedophile rapist Mohammed, who was born in the 500’s. Muslims don’t have a “real Torah” to show us. They do have the groundless ravings that form their own scripture. The same scriptures that mandate the killing of Jews and Christians, not just in Mohammed’s time, but forever.

Muslims believe in all of the Prophets, including Abraham, Moses, Jesus and Muhammad

Yeshua received worship and said he was the Messiah, so obviously, Muslims don’t “believe in” him. The Old Testament clearly says the Messiah is God, not just an anointed servant, so when Yeshua said he was the Messiah, he was claiming to be God. If you don’t believe this, you don’t “believe in” Yeshua.

When the Muslims conquered Palestine and drove out the Romans, Palestine and Jerusalem returned to Islam, the religion of all the Prophets peace be upon them.

How did Jerusalem “return” to Islam when it had never been a Muslim city? The Muslims invaded Jerusalem in the same century in which the thief and murderer Mohammed made Islam up. Mohammed’s efforts to create Islam are said to have started in 610, and Jerusalem was invaded and taken over by Muslim imperialists and slavers in 638.

You have supported the Jews in their idea that Jerusalem is their eternal capital, and agreed to move your embassy there. With your help and under your protection, the Israelis are planning to destroy the Al-Aqsa mosque

The Jews held Jerusalem for thousands of years, including times when they lived under occupation. Islam’s claim is based on a dream someone supposedly had about an unnamed mosque in an unnamed location. And Israelis are not planning to destroy the mosque. It will be wonderful when Yeshua finally destroys this den of idolatry, but the Israelis are content to leave it alone.

Thus the American people have chosen, consented to, and affirmed their support for the Israeli oppression of the Palestinians, the occupation and usurpation of their land, and its continuous killing, torture, punishment and expulsion of the Palestinians.

Torture is actually a Muslim thing, just like chopping hands off without anaesthetic, which they do every week. Israelis don’t torture as policy, and soldiers who do it on their own are removed from their posts and sometimes imprisoned, but when Hamas attacked civilians in Israel this year, they printed a torture manual and sent it with their cowardly murderers. As for killing, that’s normal when people are making war on you and rejecting peace offers.

And whoever has killed our civilians, then we have the right to kill theirs.

I think he means, “”whoever has killed our civilians reluctantly and unintentionally, while making a great effort to spare them, at a high cost in lives to their own military, often while we have used our civilians as human shields, then we have the right to kill theirs deliberately, in huge numbers, using means banned by all recognized standards of civilized warfare, and we also get to torture and rape them.”

The American Government and press still refuses to answer the question: Why did they attack us in New York and Washington?

Actually, those questions have been answered about a billion times. We attacked in New York because they tried to blow the World Trade Center up by detonating a huge bomb in the parking garage, hoping to murder as many innocent, defenseless civilians as possible, in conformity with their official policy.

Bin Laden said Al Qaeda was calling victim nations to Islam. Funny how dumb Americans, virtually all of them leftists, are excited about the religion which will execute them SOONER than conservatives.

We call you to be a people of manners, principles, honor, and purity; to reject the immoral acts of fornication, homosexuality, intoxicants, gambling’s, and trading with interest.

Evidently, people of honor set fire to living babies, and they cut babies out of pregnant women and behead them, without even cutting umbilical cords. That’s Al Qaeda honor. In Gaza, they throw homosexuals off tall buildings, so “Queers for Palestine” must be a base-jumping club.

[T]he Jews have taken control of your economy, through which they have then taken control of your media, and now control all aspects of your life making you their servants and achieving their aims at your expense; precisely what Benjamin Franklin warned you against.

I have no idea what Ben Franklin said. I know my life is not controlled by Jews. Even the Jew I worship permits me to do what I want.

Anyone who thinks there is a big Jewish conspiracy should round up a hundred Jews and try to get them to agree on ONE THING. It’s impossible. If there were a Jewish conspiracy, we would see some sign of it in, hello, the government of Israel, which is constantly plagued by disunity.

The Jewish conspiracy is certainly doing a great job of making the media side with Israel; every day, I see articles blaming Israel for the deaths of civilians Hamas uses as human shields. It’s like the entire press industry has turned into Al Jazeera.

If this is what a Jew-dominated press looks like, what would it look like if Jews backed off? “MATZOH PRICES DROP DUE TO INCREASED AVAILABILITY OF PALESTINIAN BLOOD.”

You are a nation that permits the production, trading and usage of intoxicants. You also permit drugs, and only forbid the trade of them, even though your nation is the largest consumer of them.

So leftists support a guy who wants to ban drugs and alcohol. Try and imagine a world in which leftists could not get these things. The Betty Ford Clinic would have to set up FEMA tents. The entertainment industry would cease to exist.

You have continued to sink down this abyss from level to level until incest has spread amongst you, in the face of which neither your sense of honour nor your laws object.

That’s a little weird, given the common Muslim practice of marrying first cousins. Bin Laden married his cousin. Incest hasn’t been spreading in America, but give it time. Post-gay-marriage-revolution, some here have noted that there is no biological reason to prevent gay marriages between relatives, and then there are incestuous couples in which at least one partner is sterile. Leftists will be the first to march for the changes, so how can any leftist support a Muslim extremist? They think Mike Johnson is dangerous because he believes the Bible.

You are a nation that practices the trade of sex in all its forms, directly and indirectly.

So leftists, who gave us the term “sex worker” to replace the accurate term “whore,” support a guy who is against making money from sex.

Go ahead and boast to the nations of man, that you brought them AIDS as a Satanic American Invention.

AIDS came from Africa, and when did leftists suddenly become okay with linking AIDS to sin? I mean, it’s correct, but leftists lose their minds when you dispute the idea that people who got this venereal disease aren’t heroes.

People who did their best to get AIDS got a quilt, but nobody got a trophy for syphilis. Where is the syphilis quilt?

You who dropped a nuclear bomb on Japan, even though Japan was ready to negotiate an end to the war.

Japan was ready to cause the greatest bloodbath the world had ever known, and it was already off to a great start with little projects like the Rape of Nanking and the Bataan Death March. They taught women and kids to fight invaders with pointed sticks. They were ready to resist down to the last person. When the government decided to surrender, the military tried to stage a coup in order to keep the war going. It took TWO bombs to end the war because Japan kept fighting after one city was reduced to radioactive ruins.

We all know how easy it is to get ignorant leftists to believe fake history, though. They still think white people invented slavery, and they won’t admit most black slaves were bought from black traders. This information has been concealed from them in things called “books.” It’s no wonder they think the Japanese were the good guys.

The freedom and democracy that you call to is for yourselves and for white race only

We had a black president, we have numerous black billionaires, and Muslims still enslave blacks, but okay. Leftists don’t read, and they discard obvious facts, so no problem.

Regarding nuclear weapons:

Anyone else who you suspect might be manufacturing or keeping these kinds of weapons, you call them criminals and you take military action against them.

Wow. Wonder why that is. We let you get your hands on two passenger planes, and look what you did. You shouldn’t be allowed to have matches. But leftists who stare at Tiktok all day and think Kim Kardashian should be president believe you.

Tiktokers are claiming we need to read this letter, and they say, “It’s only two pages long.” It’s more like 15 pages long. Who is paying them?

The sudden adoption of hell-resident bin Laden’s beliefs should disturb Americans who aren’t crazy. My fear is that antisemitism has suddenly become fashionable. I think it will be like gay marriage: almost universally opposed one day but coercively, overwhelmingly, oppressively supported the next. I don’t think Jews have years time left to prepare. I think months are all they can hope for, and months aren’t enough. Christians–real ones–will be targeted for genocide next.

The letter is exposing a lot of de facto Nazis of whom we would otherwise be aware.

This is a good time to bring the wife to the armed, fenced Northern Florida compound. I’ll give her a lasered pistol to carry. We’ll get her going with an AK-47 of her very own. I already told her it was hers. We’ll get her a carry permit so she can carry in other states. We’ll pray like crazy and dedicate ourselves to the one who keeps us safe. Maybe we’ll get some dry food. The tiny pawn shop where I pick up guns is selling bagged meals, three for 10 dollars.

I visited the other day, and I have mixed emotions about it. On the positive side, the place was busy handing guns over to people who had had them shipped in, so people here appear to be taking a productive attitude, and that’s reflective of the culture here.

I saw a nice old lady talking about gun classes and various aspects of gun ownership. She was very enthusiastic and seemed to know a lot. The kind of person you would expect to be preparing for Thanksgiving dinner with her grandchildren right now. A guy who worked in the store had a $10,000 M249S on the counter. An old guy from California came and picked up a piece, proving some people have the good sense to leave the state. I was only there about 35 minutes, and I guess 5 guns were picked up.

On the down side, they were selling those dried meals. A sign of well-founded pessimism. Guns can help you prevent disaster. When you’re eating freeze-dried food, disaster has already come.

Another shop I’ve used has a Ma Deuce in the showroom. Probably still ready to rock, full auto. They’re that kind of people. It’s an impressive weapon for a civilian to have. It will lay down a wall of lead, one round will tear a limb off, it’s unusually good for shooting through vehicles, and you can scope it and hit terrorists a very long way off. They splatter. Horrific.

It will be hard imposing sharia law in that shop.

God, not firearms, is my protection, but I don’t see any reason to invite problems through lack of ordinary preparedness. I mean, I own an umbrella. I don’t stand outside in the rain and pray the drops miss me.

The plane is on the way. Before the sun sets tomorrow, my wife and I will be at White Castle.

Looks Like I’ll Have to Share the Stuffing This Year

Tuesday, November 14th, 2023

Mail-Order Bride Shipping Arrangements Made

Thanks, everyone who prayed for my wife to get her visa. They gave it to her this afternoon in Lusaka.

It’s an annoying story. They promised a response within 5 business days and then made us wait two weeks. It’s actually worse than that, because they didn’t do anything at all that we are aware of until she showed up yesterday at the embassy to find out what was going on.

I think they would have let our application go for weeks had she not visited the embassy. I believe we would still be waiting, and I also think she could have gotten the visa last week if she had gone earlier to shake them up.

She had a dream this morning. She was at her grandmother’s house, and a tall Arab dressed in white traditional clothes showed up and bombed the place. Somehow she knew he belonged to her church and attended regularly.

He had arrived on a private plane, and he left on one. He had authority behind him. He was rich.

It sounds bad, but her relatives on her dad’s side curse her and each other all the time. It’s a popular pastime in Zambia. When something good happens to someone in your family, you kill a chicken or whatever and curse them.

The immigration system is weird, as anyone who has seen luxury hotels full of illegals could tell you. I had to pay a new immigration fee today in order to get the green card processed. They should give you a green card when you get your visa, but they make you pay separately.

Looking for flights is annoying. We want her to go business class this one time in her life (until I croak). For $7000, I can get a somewhat better selection. For $5000 or less, I get a research project.

Orbitz offers a bunch of acceptable flights, but when you select one, it disappears or increases in price by a sizeable factor.

Skyscanner is supposedly one of the best flight sites now. We have also used Kayak a lot.

I found an acceptable flight, so we are all set.

Guess it’s time to shop for a turkey.