United States of Antichrist

I believe I will follow up on yesterday’s topics.

First, my crazy experiences on Christian Mingle. Yesterday, I complained about receiving dozens of messages from scammers who are almost surely male and located in foreign countries. They usually send messages from new accounts with no photos and computer-generated names. Today when I checked, I had nearly 30 of these messages waiting. I also had a couple from accounts that had names but no photos. These will also turn out to be scammers.

Nothing has changed, except that last night, Christian Mingle tried to match me with a sodomite. I want to be flexible, but come on.

Can you believe a Christian dating site pairs up homosexuals? What planet did I wake up on today? And they apparently let pervert predators go after heterosexual men. If I turn down women because they’re too homely, what chance does a man have?

One of the disturbing things about homosexuals is that they want normal men. Talk about not getting the message.

It occurred to me that my location might be drawing scammers. If criminals think you live in Florida, they will swarm to you like flies to poop. I may change my location to another state for a few days just to check my theory.

Right now, I’m messaging a person who claims to be a 29-year-old computer scientist from New York City. You saw that age correctly. “She” has a real account. I’ll tell you what probably happened. She had a simple password, and someone figured it out, or someone sent her a link to a site where she stupidly filled her password in, and now her account belongs to a Nigerian.

She says she went to NYU, so just for fun, I asked her which pizzeria in the NYU area was her favorite. I think the question fried her limited-response circuitry. I don’t expect an answer.

I got a message from a Texas account featuring a beautiful photo. She asked how I was doing. I said I was doing fine, except that I was trying not to think about “the Biden thing.” Her response: “Well i had a busy day with this Biden of a thing too.”

I’m guessing Chinese here. There is a certain way Chinese people who speak bad English put sentences together.

She reminds me of the guy in Gran Torino, when he tried to sound like an American.

She sent me another message in the middle of the night. Okay…isn’t that a good clue that you’re on the other side of the world?

I’m talking to another lady who claims to be from Central Florida. This one could conceivably be a real woman. She’s angry with me already, so that’s a clue that she’s a woman. I see no future in her. I am only messaging to find out if she’s real.

I just changed my location to Tennessee. Let’s see if the scammers go away.

Things don’t look good at all. That’s life.

As for “this Biden of a thing,” I got a wonderful revelation yesterday and last night. It may not sound very nice, but here it is: I’m all done with America. We chose the Antichrist, it’s very clear that this country is finished, and there is no purpose in praying for it. That huge weight is gone.

I don’t have to get involved in politics. I don’t have to think about possible pressure from people who want me to take up arms in the future. Not my circus, not my monkeys. Let the carnal people have at it.

A few days back, I got a strange phrase from God while I was praying: “You are joining the flock.” I thought it just meant I was getting closer to God, but it seems to be connected with yesterday’s revelation. I think you can’t have your heart bound up in politics and patriotism and still belong to God.

If I’m detaching from America, what nation do I belong to? Obviously, the nation, or family, of God. I’m through praying for God to do this or that for America, because America wants to go to hell, and it’s going to get what it asked for. Instead, I’ll pray for God’s children.

The Bible makes it clear that most people are not God’s children. We love to say they are, on T-shirts and greeting cards, but the Bible says they are not. It also says God’s children are those people who are Spirit-led.

Things have gone great for me during America’s rapid approach to the tribulation. I’m not poor, I am free from jerks and users, I’m not a slave to crooked preachers, my health is good, and I live in a nice area. Most Americans live in an unpleasant and deteriorating reality, but I live in a much nicer reality. Surely God’s other children either have the same things or can get them if they know what to do. I’ll pray for them instead of sending up hopeless prayers for the boneheads.

I expect to be distanced from stubborn people I know and care about. Nothing new there, except that in the past, the people who pushed me away were a lot farther from God.

As you get closer to God, you will find that the people who reject you are closer to God than the ones who rejected you in the past. It’s like you’re going from the outer court to the inner court to the holy of holies.

For a long time, I’ve told people a big part of Christianity is letting others go. Christians are poisoned by the idea that you should never give up on someone, even while worshiping a God who gave up on the world once, gave up on the Hebrews under Moses, and will give up on the world a second time. You have to let boneheads go, unless you want to spend your whole life playing their bonehead games. If you choose to hold on when God tells you to let go, the problems they cause you are your fault.

Hell is for boneheads. Tail-chasing is for boneheads. Shared unnecessary drama is for boneheads. I care more about living in God’s reality than I do about holding onto people who don’t listen.

The whole concept is fascinating. If you read the Bible with clear eyes, you see that many, many people have been abandoned for good reason. It’s part of our way of life. When people refuse to go forward, you eventually have to keep going and let them die in the desert. There’s nothing you can do for them, but if you stay with them, they can harm you badly.

It’s funny how I’ve misunderstood Bible verses. Remember these? “A thousand shall fall at thy side and ten thousand at thy right hand, but it shall not come nigh thee. Only with thine eyes shalt thou behold and see the reward of the wicked.” They sound wonderful at first, don’t they? Protection always sounds good. It seems like these verses are nothing but blessings, but they’re also curses. They’re like the curse of childbirth pain. In order for something very good to happen, there has to be great suffering. You’ll be protected, but many others will be stricken down around you, and you’ll have to watch!

Noah had to listen to his screaming friends tearing their fingernails out on the hull of the ark.

I feel a lot better today. I don’t think it will bother me much to take my Trump hat and shirt to the dump. Biden’s carnal antics won’t disturb me as much as they did yesterday. He’s functioning on a very low plane, as always. No real power there.

I hope my changed outlook will soften the pain when I have to watch America turn into Venezuela. I’m glad I’m not still clinging to false hope.