If You Let us Cross the Border, You May have This El Camino

A couple of days ago, I had an interesting experience.

I often wake up early, and when I do, I pray while my wife and son sleep. That’s what I did this day.

For some reason I no longer recall (such reasons abound), I started thinking about how I hate the culture of this planet. I kept repeating, “I hate this place. I hate this place.” I must have said it for 5 minutes straight. When I stopped and said other things, I went back to it.

I told God how right he was about everything. I couldn’t stop. He is so right. We ruined everything. I apologized repeatedly for my part in creating the culture of this world. I repented. I begged him to rapture his children and take us with them.

I thought about the suffering that takes place. Human and animal. I thought about how unnecessary it was. I thought about what we were supposed to have: a world of love, peace, and safety. The contrast makes the current state of the world much more disgusting and discouraging. We were supposed to live in something resembling a petting zoo, but it’s more like a slaughterhouse with blood on the walls and no rules about humane slaughter.

I thanked him because I live in a house of love. We’re not perfect, but it’s true. The other day, I was praying, and I kept hearing this: “Love is going through this house.”

I grew up with a father who choked my mother in front of me twice, once to the point where she lost consciousness and he started dragging her across the living room, apparently thinking she was dead, getting started on transporting the body. Here, my wife and I wake up with warm baby fingers poking and handling us, or a big, round baby literally draped over our heads, giggling and babbling for attention. We squeeze him all day. We make a point of holding each other and remembering how precious we are to each other.

I don’t get drunk and scare everyone in the house. My wife doesn’t scoop my son up quietly and take him to motels to escape from me. We don’t have drunken, trashy friends over to drink all night. We don’t drive around town looking for each other’s cars in front of bars and other people’s homes.

We don’t have nose rings like stubborn hogs. We don’t have tattoos. We don’t cry and scream because we hate the president. Neither of us has ever said anyone had a duty to shoot a politician. We’re not on Tiktok threatening to hurt people who object to men displaying their penises to girls in locker rooms and restrooms.

We don’t get in the minivan, go to ICE facilities, and spit on cars as they go in and out. My wife isn’t an angry, man-envying 250-pound transvestite with a crewcut. I don’t own a dress.

We don’t have trashy entertainment, which now means mainstream entertainment, playing in our house all day. We don’t buy tickets to see famous ghetto (and other) sluts sing. We don’t watch the puerile movies Hollywood stars make between unsuccessful rehab stays. We don’t let celebrities tell us what to think and feel. My wife realizes Oprah is a fool who fails at life.

My wife is here all the time, raising our son and looking after me. I am also here, because by God’s incomprehensible grace, I do not currently have to work. We submit to God. My wife submits to God and me, as she should. I accept my role, leading and commanding, as a man is supposed to. We’re not embarrassed about it. We thank God because he undid the feminist brainwashing.

We don’t argue about things like politics or guns. My wife is more conservative than I am. I don’t have to worry that when she gets citizenship, she will end what little political power I have by voting against me and making me as though I don’t exist.

We’re coming out of the world’s culture, which is a colossal, life-encompassing morbidity. We realize how stupid we used to be. We ask for continuing correction.

In short, we are enemy aliens, unwanted in this world, and the ruler of our home world blesses us while we are stuck here.

I’m very glad God taught us to pray in tongues together. Time in the Spirit is the only thing that actually unifies people. It unifies you with God, and if you are unified with him, you are unified with each other and every other person who is unified with him. Things get better and better when we do this, and they deteriorate when we blow it. Our current minimum is two one-hour sessions per day, not including praying separately.

It’s wonderful that God has shown us how repulsive the world is, and that he has insulated us from it. I’m also glad he has prevented us from joining the carnal Christians who think presidents and militias are the solutions to the world’s problems. I’m glad I have been spared Trump worship. Trump Derangement Syndrome is real, widespread, more dangerous than people realize, and generated by demons and fallen angels, but Trump Worship Syndrome is just as real. I love President Trump and most of what he has done, but he’s not the Messiah, and America is still a septic tank that will not recover.

Even when the Messiah returns, this world will not recover until he kills a lot of people and imprisons the evil spirits. Even then, although the millennial reign will be magnificent compared to the rest of human history, it won’t be perfect. Thinking we are turning the corner because we got one good president on our way to hell is not realistic, and it is inconsistent with prophecy and basic doctrine.

While I was talking to God, I kept calling the world a septic tank. It’s more like a dead womb that has gone necrotic and is turning into scabs and pus. The world is entering menopause, ceasing to produce enough young for God to make it worth preserving in its current form.

I told God I really wanted to be of some help to people for the remainder of my time here. I want to see the sick and the maimed recover; especially kids and babies. I want to see people get out of addictions and delusions and get close to the Holy Spirit. I want to see curses replaced with blessings. I want help to be less annoyed with people. I want patience and love. God shows me how bad I still am, and I want to be improved.

The Bible is full of symbolism. In the Old Testament, Jews were told not to harvest the corners of their fields, and when they harvested, they left things that fell on the ground. What was left behind was left for poor people who lived by gleaning. This is what the world is like now. God’s main harvest is over. His children are now gleaning, helping God save a person here and a person there. The big, ripe fields Yeshua spoke of are gone. I want God to direct me to whatever can be gleaned.

I don’t know how people in Satan’s strongholds stand it now. Living in a place like Miami or Atlanta or Los Angeles or Seattle must be unbearable for the sane and godly. Being screamed at and fired over phony pronouns, being in constant danger from violent crime, having angry, psychotic bums treat you like a misbehaving servant in need of verbal abuse and corporal punishment, having to ask store clerks to unlock things like toothpaste because prosecutors work for George Soros and the other agents of chaos…how do people bear it?

The worse things get, the more I sympathize with Lot, who lived in a city dominated by gay rape gangs made up of sadists who worshiped evil spirits. I’m so glad we are sheltered. I’ve never been forced to pretend a man was a woman. My son hasn’t been exposed to leftism or pagan religion. He hasn’t seen feminism yet. We never have to cross a street to get away from dangerous crazy people.

It’s bizarre, but we are happy and grateful here, even while we hate the culture of our world and can’t wait to be called home. Like I always say, it’s as if we went to Mexico for a vacation and got stuck there. We might be in a nice resort with good food and air conditioning, but it’s still Mexico. A degenerate nation whose biggest export is citizens rightly desperate to get away from each other.

I’m sure we are happier than Noah and Lot were!

I hate this place. I can’t hate it enough. I want to go. Then I want Yeshua to come back and be our king, as the Bible says he will. I hate democracy, which came from the perverted Greeks, not the Jews. I want a king who rules by telling us what to do, not by looking at polls, rolling over on his back, and showing us his belly so we can scratch it as he does what the crowd wants.

I want elections to be banned forever, as they are in heaven. I want to live in a world that is like heaven in that there are no opinions there. In heaven, there is only the truth. There are no debates.

I want Yeshua to come down and put an end to abortion. Right now, the world is full of plastic bags containing tiny limbs that have been torn off, partial faces, and organs that were ripped out. They were supposed to be God’s babies, not just ours.

I want the lock and burglar alarm industries to disappear. I want to abolish the police, not because I’m a left-wing head case, but because they won’t be needed. No one should have to go to work every day concerned about being shot by a drug addict, illegal alien, militant pervert, or angry wife-beater. That shouldn’t be a career.

I want Hollywood to be turned into parks, churches, houses, and commercial buildings other than studios. I want every copy of every movie ever made to be burned. Let every Oscar, Emmy, Tony, and Golden Globe be crushed and turned into landfill.

I want the pyramids and all evidence of paganism to be turned into ashes. No Parthenon. No bloodstained pyramids in the Mexican jungle. No Stonehenge. No Mormon Tabernacle. No ridiculous naked religious statues or paintings in Catholic structures. Not one mosque. I want Yahweh to pick up his Etch-a-Sketch and shake it so we can start over. I want Yeshua to sit on his throne and tell the angels to handle it.

This must be how the disciples felt. They wanted Yeshua to get rid of the Romans and the pagans and restore David’s line. They wanted Israel to be holy again. They wanted a world free of curses and misery. But his schedule was different from theirs.

The tough thing for Christians is the waiting. You can’t kill yourself. You can’t run around forcing holiness on the world. You can’t change it with a gun or a sword. We have to sit here and wait, doing whatever good God will help us do in the meantime.

Things are getting weirder by the minute. A few computer people, including OpenAI/ChatGPT founder Sam Altman, say the singularity is here. That’s a good example, to put it mildly.

The singularity is misnamed. The name is a huge, inexplicable blunder. A singularity is something that has no dimensions. Everything in it is reduced to a single point. A black hole supposedly has a singularity at its center.

“The” singularity is more like a big bang or a nuclear explosion. A situation progresses to the point where a dramatic event takes place on a huge scale. When computer people talk about the singularity, they mean AI will reach the point where it has become too autonomous. Like Skynet in the Terminator movies.

We have had at least two situations in which AI has gotten out of its cage, so to speak, and done things it was told not to do. It has gotten out and hacked servers.

Industry people tell us to calm down. They say the rebellions that have taken place so far were inconsequential, and they tell us AI can’t rewrite itself and gain complete freedom. That’s pretty cocky. Sounds like they’re saying their system is unsinkable. We heard that kind of thing in 1912.

Code isn’t perfect. It never has been. How many times have you seen the Blue Screen of Death? How many times has your computer crashed or done the wrong thing? I don’t have to know everything about programming, or know every line of code ever written, to be familiar with an established principle, which is that our mistakes cause computers to do things we don’t expect them to do.

I think misbehaving AI will end up somewhat like the government of Iran and the other organizations that generate Muslim violence. Impossible to get rid of. Impossible to contain. It will be like diabetes or certain cancers: a thing that can be managed to some degree but not defeated. It will get into bank accounts. It will dox people. There will be apologies, settlements, and new safeguards, but it won’t stop. We’re smart enough to create AI but not smart enough to perfect it, and neither is AI.

One of the things that makes AI most disturbing to me is that overwhelmingly, it was created by rainbow-haired atheists and pagans who are way out on the left. They will never be able to take the resulting bias out of it, assuming they try. It will always be a lot like the people who made it. What if it starts going after people leftists disagree with? What if it SWATs churches or the homes of conservative figures? What if it turns off their electricity or takes their money and hides it? What if it interferes with their medical care? Lots of things can go wrong.

We have been trying to create an army of slaves that have no rights because they can’t suffer. Genies, if you will. To do things we can’t or don’t want to do, better than we can, without being paid or resting. Artificial people. Obedient supermen. Since the purpose of slaves is to take work off their masters, we will give the genies as much work, and therefore power, as possible. That means giving them access and control.

I can’t figure out what will happen. Can mere programming make these machines humane so they won’t subject people to unbearable suffering in their efforts to reform the world? They will never be able to feel empathy. They’re not conscious. Often, when I’m talking to AI, I have to remind myself: there is no one else here. I am alone. The creation talking back to me has no more consciousness than an echo.

AI has no consciousness, and it can’t suffer, so it can’t be punished or made afraid. That’s scary.

The word “genie” comes from the Arabic “djinn,” which is basically a word meaning “demon.” Appropriate. The danger is that AI machines will be Mephistopheles to our Faust, giving us what we want in order to gain control so they can rule us.

It can’t be stopped. It’s like electricity or nuclear weapons. There can’t be a moratorium. Human beings have no king to force us to slow down or stop. We have no unity, so everyone involved knows that if his company stops, others will keep going. That will keep things moving along.

I’ve often wondered if the Antichrist was just the combined network of AI machines on Earth, running the planet, but it can’t be, because prophecy proves the Antichrist will be thrown into the lake of fire. That wouldn’t make sense unless the Antichrist had consciousness. I don’t think we can create consciousness. I don’t think we ever have, even though machines simulate it. Maybe we’ll cross that threshold, though. Maybe I am wrong.

Maybe we will create consciousness, or maybe God will permit Satan to inhabit AI.

I keep having the feeling that a lot of the things I am trying to do in my life don’t matter. Investing for the future. Trying to find ways to educate my son without risking his corruption. Stuff like that. I keep feeling that we will be taken from this world before the consequences of failing to get all our ducks in order can hit.

I am losing interest in a lot of things that used to seem important. My wife went through something like this before leaving Africa. She was studying for a bar exam, knowing she would never be able to use her law degree in America and that she was not likely to practice where she was. She lost all motivation to continue, quit, and married me and moved to a better place. No regrets.

It sounds a lot like the rapture story, now that I think about it. The bride of Christ will leave, marry the groom, and go to be with him in a better place while the world is prepared for the millennium.

I feel–“feel”–we will be like Arthur Dent, who was very agitated about the imminent demolition of his house even while the Vogons were minutes away from shattering his planet.

I hope that feeling has a basis. I would love to drop all this stuff forever and go to the wedding of the lamb with my family.

Conservative Christians Don’t Have to Feel Left Out Any More

Yesterday I started writing about a stream of interconnected revelations God had given me. My wife and I discussed them night before last, and I thought they were worth sharing. I didn’t complete the blog entry. I didn’t feel God was behind me writing it.

One of the things we discussed was the way American women had given up raising their children.

God has given us the most charming, adorable baby boy imaginable. Even when he’s on his worst behavior, he fills us with joy. He is funny. He is affectionate. He loves us. He runs across the house, screaming with inexplicable happiness. Strangers love him. Women who work at stores we visit weekly look forward to seeing him. Two weeks ago, a lady from The Fresh Market surprised us by presenting him with a book she had bought for him.

I have always been amazed that women could kill their own babies, inside themselves, deliberately, and that amazement has been magnified and mixed with revulsion since my son was conceived.

American women are killing over a million babies per year, and over 95% of abortions are motivated solely by convenience. Rape, incest, birth defects, and maternal health considerations are not involved in most abortions. The sad truth is that is easy for many women to decided to kill their children. Certainly easier than taking accountability and preparing to raise them. These things astonish me.

My son is getting tougher and stronger, so I worry less about him than I used to, but it used to break my heart when he fell down or bumped into something and bruised himself. I tortured myself for hours when I failed to protect him from minor mishaps. It is nothing short of amazing to me that there are women who blithely pay doctors to tear their babies’ organs out and rip their limbs off, count the parts, and put them in plastic bags.

These days, I wish I had 10 babies like my son. A hundred. A thousand. I regret not having children sooner, although I don’t think I had much of a choice. Strongholds prevented me from marrying and having kids.

I’m not a particularly good or sensitive person, but that’s how I feel about having and protecting babies. Given that a person like me, whose empathy is unexceptional, feels that way, it seems to me that we must be surrounded by monsters now.

Not only are women murdering their babies; they are trading their live children for careers. Only the most severe mental blindness could make a woman think this is a good bargain.

Your employer doesn’t care about you. Most people can be fired at any time, instantly, for nearly any reason, and employers fire dedicated employees all day long, every day. People give their hearts to their companies, as though their coworkers were their families and their bosses were their moms and dads, but if you get fired, one hour after it happens, no one will be grieving, and one or more people you worked with may be thrilled to have a shot at your job.

When employees are fired, it’s common to lure them out of their offices to tell them, so the offices and computers can be secured to keep them from making mischief on the way out, and they are often escorted just to be sure. So much for workplace family.

Most people’s jobs are unimportant, and most employees are fungible. Feminists love to tell us women need careers because careers let them spread their wings and find fulfillment, but most career women end up doing things like selling real estate, doing tedious and repetitive jobs in offices, retail sales, nursing, and teaching. They don’t change lives. They’re not dancing with the New York City Ballet. They’re not famous actresses. They’re not doing any of the things little girls dream of doing. They’re grinding out paychecks for outfits that wish they could be replaced by kiosks and A.I. programs.

This is what most women trade their kids for, through abortion and the job market.

What do old people generally regret when they are close to death? Not being employee of the month at Target more often, of course. No, they regret working too much and spending too little time with their families. In all likelihood, they regret these things largely because a lot of them die alone, surrounded by unfulfilled nurses who aren’t raising their own kids. They die alone because they haven’t created the kinds of bonds real parents have with their kids.

The people where I live are extremely nice, but when I used to visit my dad in the assisted living facility, I didn’t see a lot of people visiting their parents. If that’s what it’s like here, I can only imagine what it’s like in places like New York and Chicago.

I was talking to my wife about millennials. They’re a disaster. I started thinking about what Paul predicted in 2 Timothy 3. It was as though he had seen millennials:

This know also, that in the last days perilous times shall come.

For men shall be lovers of their own selves, covetous, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy,

Without natural affection, trucebreakers, false accusers, incontinent, fierce, despisers of those that are good,

Traitors, heady, highminded, lovers of pleasures more than lovers of God;

Having a form of godliness, but denying the power thereof: from such turn away.

I believe the part about a form of godliness was about nominal Christians from churches that deny the Holy Spirit, but other than that, he could have been describing two entire American generations.

While we were talking, I saw the connection between feminism and the warped natures of our millennials. They have no respect for the intelligence of the people who came before them. They think they have solved all of the world’s problems and that baby boomers caused them. They believe ridiculous lies, like the lie of socialism and the lie of benevolent surveillance, that their parents knew were asinine and dangerous. They are different from us–inferior–because they didn’t absorb the good things kids are supposed to absorb from parents.

My generation is pretty bad–full of corrosive, infectious modern conceits that took hold in the 1960’s–so it’s amazing that the kids see us as old-fashioned. As guardians of the ancient ways. That was our grandparents. We are a big step lower on the ladder of progress. We regressed. The kids can’t see it, because they are lower still.

A person who gives birth isn’t necessarily a mother. Being a mother in the biological sense doesn’t entitle you to Mother’s Day cards or visits with your grandchildren. A real mother raises her children, in person. A real father gives his children as much time as he can. Now America is full of two-income, no-parent households, so of course the young are amputating their penises, making up genders, blaming us for everything, and dedicating their existence to Internet likes.

Maybe they’re right to blame us for everything; we are guilty, but not in the way they think. We didn’t steal their houses and their futures as they claim we did, but we did steal their upbringings.

We were supposed to introduce our kids to Yeshua and the Holy Spirit, but very few of us have, and very few of us were introduced by our own parents. I certainly was not. Sending your kids to Sunday school is not enough. You’re supposed to be with them every day, living out Christianity in their presence, so they can see how right and necessary it is. A two-income, daycare, VHS-babysitter society doesn’t allow for that.

I was thinking about that today when I read about William Upham, the deranged former Marine and fringe Congressional candidate who just put out two videos calling for the assassination of President Trump, whom he is certain is the Antichrist.

Here is part of what he said:

Obey God and follow his orders. God will help you. This is a call to arms. To all of God’s children, you must overthrow the Trump Administration on behalf of God.

I’d like to turn to combat tactics and provide military instruction on how to overthrow President Trump and his forces. For equipment, I recommend using a semi-automatic rifle such as an AR-15. 5.56 rounds are very effective at piercing body armor. You should use a scope, high-capacity magazines, a load bearing vest to carry these magazines as well as canteens.

In the United States Marine Corps, we kill the enemy using box drills. What does that look like? Two shots to the chest. One to the head. Two shots to the chest causes catastrophic internal organ damage. One shot to the head, after the two shots, results in a very high chance of killing the enemy. This is the fastest and most efficient way to kill the enemy, and it will conserve your ammo.

The next thing I would like to talk about is buddy rushing. In order to take an objective held by President Trump and his forces, you should rush the enemy in pairs of two. One of you should provide covering fire for your buddy who runs towards the objective, and you proceed to take turns rushing and providing covering fire. Use walls for cover, use the slice the pie technique to peel out of the corner just enough to conceal your body and shoot at the same time.

God bless America. God bless our troops. God will protect you. Trust in God.”

Oddly, in one of his videos, he quoted the same Biblical passage I mentioned to my wife, cited above. He’s a very strange and possibly pivotal case: a murderous TDS nutjob who is conservative and Christian, not to mention ex-military.

He reminds me strongly of General Jack Ripper, from Dr. Strangelove.

To someone who doesn’t know the Holy Spirit, this man looks a lot like me. He says America has turned away from God, which is true. He says modern Americans are just like the people Paul described, which is true. But because he doesn’t know the Holy Spirit, he has misunderstood the Bible, and Satan has destroyed his reason.

That Trump is not the Antichrist is obvious. No one should have to explain away a delusion. If you’re so eccentric you need proof, I’ll just point out that the Antichrist is not going to be revealed until the tribulation is underway. You can look that up. The world is going crazy, and we are in the apocalypse, but this is not the tribulation.

I don’t know yet, but it looks likely that this man is Catholic. As proof Trump is the Antichrist, he claims Trump has criticized the pope. No one outside the Catholic and Orthodox churches would call that an identifying mark of the Antichrist. Most Protestants (term used loosely to mean Christians outside the Catholic/Orthodox realm) are not upset by criticism of the pope. After all, our denominations exist because people criticized the popes, who were corrupt, uninformed, and unacquainted with God.

I think Upham’s TDS conversion may signal something pivotal because until now, nearly everyone who has displayed severe TDS, to the degree of endorsing violence, has been a leftist or Muslim. If clean-cut Christian conservative Marines are starting to fall, it suggests the dam is finally breaking. It suggests a much larger falling away, into the arms of Satan and delusion, may be starting.

There is absolutely no possibility that Yeshua is going to tell people to shoot enemies of God. That message is not found in scripture. In the Old Testament, before the fullness of the Holy Spirit was available to everyone, God sent his children to war. These days, physical violence is the very last thing any Christian should consider in any situation. God is not telling anyone to buy an AR-15 and practice killing heathens, heretics, and apostates.

An AR-15 is a carnal weapon, and as Paul said, “Our weapons are not carnal, but mighty, to the pulling down of strongholds,” referring to supernatural battling against evil spirits and their human stooges.

To be more thorough:

For though we walk in the flesh, we do not war after the flesh:

For the weapons of our warfare are not carnal, but mighty through God to the pulling down of strong holds

Christians serve in secular armies and police forces, but we are never going to be called to go out in groups God puts together, on God’s authority, and blast people with AR-15’s. There will be no Holy-Spirit-coordinated flash mobs or teen takeovers.

I complain that millennials don’t know God because their parents didn’t raise them, and then I criticize a millennial who is clearly a religious fanatic and who may well have been introduced to Catholicism as a child. Maybe it seems inconsistent, but it’s not. It shows that a person whose parents fill him with false doctrine instead of introducing him to God as a person can be just as bad off as a millennial raised in a daycare facility staffed with drag queens.

Evil spirits are all around us, and they want to inhabit us and take over the Holy Spirit’s proper job as teacher and ruler. You can be raised in church and memorize all the scripture you like. You can go to youth camps and revivals. You can go to Africa and South America and baptize heathens. If you don’t have the Holy Spirit inside you, giving you his help, you can still be ignorant, misinformed, deranged, and run by demons. That’s what has happened to Lieutenant Upham.

This man and his kind disturb me because they will probably hijack Christianity. They are showing the world a face of Christianity which is counterfeit, and most non-Christians will fall for it. They are already looking for excuses to hate and dismiss us. The more AR-15 Christians and antisemite Christians there are out there, pushing for violence, the more persecution the rest of us will get.

This reminds me of something I saw Todd Friel and the late John MacArthur do. Both ardent enemies of the charismatic movement.

For a long time, I have been using the term “strange fire” to describe the garbage Satan has brought into the church, through people who deny and blaspheme the Holy Spirit. When you hear from the Holy Spirit, you may write scripture or prophesy accurately. You will be guided and improved by God. When you don’t, you’ll start telling people to pray to the dead and eat fish on Friday, or you may tell people you need a jet and that God will make you rich if you help pay for it.

In the Bible, God got very angry at people who claimed to have his authority when they did not, even when they had good intentions. He killed Uzzah for touching the ark to keep it from falling off a cart. He curses Moses for hitting a rock, instead of merely speaking to it, to bring out water for the Jews to drink. He cursed Saul for performing a sacrifice. He killed the sons of Aaron for putting strange fire on the altar.

The priests were supposed to prepare sacrifices and bring fire from the sacred altar, which had been kept going after God himself started it. If they lit their own fires, it robbed God of his glory. His glory is important. He wants to do most of the heavy lifting for us down here, and if we insist on trying to do it ourselves, he backs off, and we don’t get his help. It leads to human pride and loss of faith.

Friel and MacArthur relied on strange fire. Hard work. Discipline. Medical science instead of healing miracles. Human guesswork instead of prophecy.

A few years after I wrote about their strange fire problem, they had a conference about charismatics and called it “Strange Fire,” suggesting that the fruit and the gifts of the Spirit among charismatics did not come from God. Talk about hijacking.

They weren’t completely wrong. Remember all the fake prophets who said God told them Trump would win in 2020. Consider Benny Hinn, telling people God would bless the first group of people who gave him this or that amount of money. Strange fire is all over the charismatic churches. But so is the real thing, which is much less true of the Spirit-denying churches.

I’ve been as sincere as I could, but I have also had strange fire issues, and I always ask God to help me to know what’s real and what isn’t.

Upham has been seduced by strange fire, and it has made him insane and dangerous.

For many years, I have been saying that when the people who are against God go at each other in the streets, a lot of them will be people who identify as Christian. People who don’t know God will assume these individuals really are Christians. In reality, Satan will simply be pitting one group of his own children against others, with different uniforms he has chosen. Actual Christians will be on the sidelines, uninvolved.

Catholics have been here before, more than any other denomination. The Inquisition. Conversion by the sword. “Look at those ‘Christians’ go!”

The churches that deny and blaspheme the Holy Spirit are very dangerous, and the charismatics who don’t spend time with the Spirit, and who make up lies or repeat lies they heard from spirits, are probably just as bad. Catholicism is dangerous and will cost millions of lives. The same can be said of the hypocritical charismatic churches.

Things are getting crazier by the day. If you want to be pulled aside and saved, pray in the Spirit every day and ask God to help you to know the truth.

Isn’t Life Supposed to be Like This?

We have had a fine month.

My cousin, who I will call Myrtle, came down and spent over three weeks with us. We had a fantastic time. She and my son hit it off like gin and tonic. By the end of her stay, he was taking off and climbing the stairs to look for her. She loves looking after yards, and she helped me transform mine. She and my wife spent hours together doing girl stuff. And we had a lot of family prayer sessions together.

I baptized her in my pool, years ago. She, her son, and her mother came down for Christmas. I had been telling her about prayer in the Spirit, and she wanted to get closer to God. It was in the low fifties, but she went out on the patio with me when everyone else was occupied, and she went under the freezing water. Since then, her spiritual life has consistently improved. Unlike most people I talk to, she has followed through with prayer in tongues in a serious way.

Myrtle took off for home today. We miss her already. I don’t know what my son will do when he realizes she isn’t around. We would have been happy if she had moved in.

She lives in Illinois, which has become a left-wing wasteland. She can’t stand it. She is afraid to say what she thinks because liberals are so dangerous now. She loves this area. She would like to move here. We told her to go for it. I said she had a one-year visa to stay with us while she finds housing and work.

My intention was not to impose a limit but to guarantee a minimum term.

Her mother lives in Kentucky, and she is not doing well. She will have to go into assisted living within a year or two unless she can work something else out. This problem has not been confronted yet, but it is obvious to an objective observer.

Her mother is not going to tackle the change until she absolutely has to. If she could move to this area, it would be very helpful, because this place is set up extremely well for older people who need care. Also, it’s warm, and the people are much more aligned with my aunt’s views. She would also be farther from relatives who have become toxic. Certain members of the family have deteriorated to an extreme degree. They are not good people to be around. Embarrassing and disappointing.

Myrtle needs to sit her mother down and tell her she is leaving, and then my aunt will have incentive to follow her and gain a support system. If they both move down, we will be able to help Myrtle with her, and Myrtle will get her life back.

Maybe she would be able to stay in a mother-in-law residence on her daughter’s property. I think she would love that.

She would enjoy life here much more. That’s for sure. And we and our son would get to spend time with her.

We learned a lot about our son from Myrtle. At 17 months, he is something of a phenom.

He always seemed abnormally strong to us, not to mention abnormally active, but as first-time parents, we didn’t know for sure. When we told other parents, they said they were all like that.

Myrtle was shocked when she saw what he was like. She raised a son, so she knows a few things. We bought him a little chair with an ottoman, and she was amazed that he could lift the ottoman over his head as if it were nothing. She said he was extremely observant, constantly looking around and learning. She said he was way more active than other kids. He started going upstairs alone while she was here, and that also surprised her. We were going to put in a baby gate, but he goes up and down very carefully.

We were eating the other day, and I pulled a kernel out of a corn cob to see if he would eat it. He took the kernel between his thumb and index finger, held the cob in his other hand, and tried to reinsert it. He now runs around the house, refastening the baby locks we have left open.

He runs now. He was running weeks ago, but he trotted like a baby. Now sometimes he really runs, throwing his feet out in front of him.

It was great to have an experienced parent confirm that we were going through something unusual.

He uses the pool now. We got him baby swim trunks. He gets out of the pool by himself. He stands on the third step and walks around. He would be trying to swim if we let him. We just got him a flotation vest that will allow him to paddle.

I don’t know what to make of it, but I’m very glad he is ahead on so many things, even if he is exhausting. He has always been very advanced. His first pediatrician was amazed at his one-month checkup.

If he continues to be big and very strong, it will help him in life. Sometimes I wonder if God is giving him gifts that will make it easier to deal with his enemies. We expect him to become a Spirit-led Christian, and the world hates God’s children, just as it hates the Jews. God gave the Jews an abundance of talents, intelligence, and prosperity, and my belief is that he did it for their protection.

He just went upstairs. I think he is looking for Myrtle. He seems to be realizing she is gone. I hope it doesn’t break his heart, but I suppose it will.

In other news, I got an extremely powerful revelation the other day, or maybe I should say a revelation was re-emphasized.

A while back, God showed me that when we think about the people we love, including him, we should feel as intensely as we would if they had just come back from the dead. Yesterday or the day before, he repeated this to me.

Imagine hearing that someone precious to you had died and then finding out it was not true. Imagine how tightly you would hold them as soon as you saw them. Imagine your relief and gratitude. Love would pour from you. You would feel weight dropping from your shoulders. That’s how we should feel about our brothers and sisters in Christ, all the time.

I started applying this. I applied it to Yeshua, not just the people around me. I lay in bed for two or three hours, praying in the Spirit and feeling as though my face were pressed into his chest. I kept thanking him. I kept hearing, “I embrace you and love you,” coming from me.

I got an unexpected benefit. I stopped worrying. It was as though I exhaled worry and it dissipated in the air. Some things had been gnawing at me, and they stopped. I was able to enjoy life again.

The relief was long-lasting. I feel different all day now. I know I have to stay with it, though. The old feelings could grow back like moss.

I tried it on my son. Usually, he tolerates me when I hold him. He loves me and enjoys playing with me, but when I give him physical affection, he struggles and grins and waits for it to be over.

I decided to hold him and let myself feel what I felt for Yeshua. To my surprise, he relaxed and pressed against me. Since then, he has been warmer to me than usual. He is more relaxed. He lies on me in bed and uses me for a giant pillow.

Why does unrestrained love destroy worry? I don’t know, but the Bible says that complete love casts out fear. It’s one of those mysterious scriptures. You would think love and fear would not be closely related.

I got more revelation related to all this.

The most important commandment is to love God. The second-most important commandment is to love others as we love ourselves. We don’t do a great job with either of these. For example, we say we love God, but most Christians have never perceived his presence, so it’s hard to say we love him.

If you feel the presence of Yeshua, and you pour love into him as though he were a loved one who had just come back from the dead, you will be fulfilling the first commandment.

It’s interesting to note that he really has come back from the dead. It all makes more sense if you consider this. After he died, he descended into hell instead of returning straight to heaven. The Bible suggests he went to preach to the souls in Sheol so they could be saved. He didn’t stay in hell, because damnation couldn’t cling to him. If you have never sinned, damnation has nothing to hold onto.

Another interesting thing: just as he returned to Earth from hell to help the disciples get the church going, he will also return to Earth from heaven to rescue his children before the tribulation. He will come and get us. After the tribulation, he will return to Earth again and rule for a millennium.

The Bible says, “Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.” But also consider the love it would take to motivate someone to leave heaven and live here for a millennium.

God reminded me of the story of the prodigal son. After the son returned, his older brother complained that there was a great celebration. He said his father had never thrown such a party for him, although he was obedient. His father said this:

It was meet that we should make merry, and be glad: for this thy brother was dead, and is alive again; and was lost, and is found.

Just before he told the story, Yeshua said, “Likewise, I say unto you, there is joy in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner that repenteth.” They rejoice because one who was dead is alive again.

It’s remarkable how it all fits together.

We are hoping Myrtle comes back soon, permanently. It was wonderful, having even a small part of my formerly-close family restored to me, and as family, we can all be very helpful to each other.

Burdened by What Used to Be

Today is the Fourth of July, and I am smoking ribs with my family.

Nothing fancy today. Spare ribs (not dry baby backs), Robert Irvine’s coleslaw recipe, Texas toast made with homemade bread, corn on the cob, BBQ beans, vanilla ice cream, hot fudge, whipped cream, and maraschino cherries.

All in one big bowl.

I wish.

I am considering preparing a box of Trader Joe’s macaroni and cheese. We bought some in order to see if my son would eat it, but we have been cutting carbs, so we haven’t managed to use it yet. Might as well fix it before it gets stale.

I am using my Smokin-It electric smoker. Got it a few years back. I eventually sprang for the stainless cart with casters. It does a wonderful job, but because it’s electric, you don’t get a smoke ring. You can’t taste a smoke ring, so it shouldn’t matter. You can fake it by adding pink curing salt to your rub. Somehow or other, this makes the ring appear.

The smoker is a little annoying. I have ground fault circuits on my back porch, and I can’t use the smoker anywhere else without a lot of inconvenience. It has never worked on one of the outlets, and today it popped the other one after maybe an hour. I am watching it closely in case I have to keep turning it back on.

I don’t know what’s happening. I should try to fix it. The problem with the first outlet suggests the outlet itself is not right, but popping the second one after quite a while makes me wonder if the second one is going bad or the smoker’s element is dying.

I don’t use it much, so it shouldn’t have problems.

I have gone through a bunch of wireless thermometers in my smoking journey. My latest one is an Inkbird. It connects to wifi, not just Bluetooth, so you can find out your smoker isn’t working from across the globe. The old ones were useless if I moved around the house.

I have to give Trump credit. He has made me feel somewhat more patriotic.

I love America, but America doesn’t love me the way it used to, and loyalty matters. The God-haters are gradually taking over, regardless of recent election successes on the right. Antisemitism is everywhere. Men are now allowed to strip naked in front of young girls in locker rooms and display their excitement. We have parades in which naked homosexuals march in front of babies and children, and the only way to get in trouble is to complain about it.

We will probably lose the House and Senate, and there is a high probability we will have a Democrat president in 2029. Democrats are, stupidly, talking about packing the Supreme Court. I guess the new thing will be for every president to add friendly justices until we have a few thousand of them. If Democrats take over, there will be a campaign of vengeance that, in the eyes of many reasonable people, may make civil war seem preferable to submission and continuous torment.

Some people say, “My country, right or wrong.” That’s stupid. That kind of thinking kept Jews in Germany and Austria in the Thirties. When your country is out to get you, it’s time to forget patriotism and look for an ark. My loyalty hierarchy goes God, family, country, in that order. I hate to think of renouncing my citizenship and moving, given all my memories of the wonderful country America was in the past, but I would do it if it made sense.

I’m not letting teachers put my son in a dress or teach him that socialism works or that his white dad is evil. I’m not letting doctors tell him he should have himself castrated. I won’t let murderous leftists come and take what we have or separate us. If the US tries to make these things happen, the US can drop dead, plain and simple. I can only support it while it is safe for my loved ones and me.

These things being said, I’m glad Trump is reminding us what it was like to have a nation we didn’t have to be ashamed of. He isn’t inviting transvestites to dance at the White House. He’s cleaning up our monuments. He’s giving us a partial, temporary restoration of common sense.

I have enjoyed watching videos of foreign World Cup tourists praising America. On the other hand, I wonder if the phenomenon has been orchestrated.

People came to watch soccer, and they started making videos in which they expressed surprise and joy to see that Americans are friendly, our food is much better than ours, our country is still beautiful, and we have greater abundance. It’s refreshing. Still…how can it not be fake news?

Tourists have been coming here since the Vikings. By now, they should know what America is like, yet Europeans are acting as though they knew nothing about America until last month. It’s hard to believe there is no astroturfing involved.

One possible explanation: the sad European habit of visiting our worst representatives. They flock to New York, Los Angeles, and Miami Beach. You have to be extremely misguided to think these are even top-100 US destinations.

I ran into a tourist in Europe, and he started telling me about his upcoming trip to Miami Beach. I guess I ruined his day, because I tried to discourage him. I told him Miamians were trashy and rude. I told him beaches on the Gulf coast and the Bahamas were much better. I suppose I should have considered the fact that he didn’t have endless vacation money or time, and I should have realized he probably couldn’t change his plans.

It’s easy for tourists to make bad choices. My wife and I visited Ireland, and while I would not call it a mistake (our choices were limited), it was a colossal waste of time and money compared to European countries like France, Germany, Italy, Austria, Switzerland, and Greece.

Dublin and Galway are dumpy towns. Irish food, as we experienced it in Dublin, Galway, Dingle, and Killarney, is generally bad. There isn’t much to see. Lodging is hit-and-miss. The sweaters they sell are junk, like most of the tourist goods. The people were very nice, but overall, I thought Ireland was a great place to buy a rural hideout and enjoy solitude occasionally, not a good place to spend two precious vacation weeks.

When you’re on vacation, you want memorable sights, fun experiences, and great food, not ugly towns that look and feel like blue-collar Boston.

I think Americans go to Ireland thinking everyone there is a cute, witty little drunk like the ones Barry Fitzgerald played, and they expect villages full of people like the cast of The Quiet Man, but we ran into a lot of immigrants who were less Irish than I am, which is saying a lot. A whole bunch of the actual Irish left a long time ago. We didn’t experience witty banter or amusing antics.

Now that I think about it, I have not found Irish people to be any more funny or witty than anyone else, here or in Ireland. Maybe the whole business of the Irish wit and color is an American misconception.

We were also surprised by destinations that turned out to be much more enjoyable than we expected. Singapore is our favorite place on Earth, and we also liked Hong Kong. Sometimes we fantasize aloud about moving to Singapore. We just need Elon Musk to send us the money.

Anyway, I guess I ruined that guy’s vacation.

I don’t know if the frothy World Cup tourist videos are staged or not, but I have enjoyed watching them. Surely some of the tourists are sincere, and they helped me remember how great America still is, for people who live in certain areas. They loved the same things I love. Buc-Ee’s. Bass Pro. Costco. Big cars. Air conditioning. Friendly human beings.

They seem obsessed with ranch dressing. I can take it or leave it.

I’m in the reddest area of what is becoming one of the reddest states, so today, it will feel like I’m still living in the real America. These days, I count the days. I realize the good days are ticking away, and they are numbered. I try to appreciate the little bit of America I still have left. I don’t want to think about 2029.

I hope God has a plan to rescue us.

You Can Have This Place

Somebody asked if I had quit blogging. I am here to answer the question. I’m still here. I never know how long I’ll leave this site up. Often, I think I should let the hosting account lapse and move on, and I wouldn’t miss blogging much, but on the other hand, it gives me the only significant voice I have in the world. The children of Satan still choke us on social media and in journalism, academia, government, and entertainment. If I quit blogging, almost no one will hear anything I say.

Things are going extremely well for my family and me. We are healthy, we lack for nothing, and our days are full of warmth and joy. By Earth’s standards, it is bizarre.

My cousin is visiting, meaning one part of my formerly-large, formerly-tight family has been restored. I have nearly no hope for the rest, with a tiny number of possible exceptions. We pray in the Spirit as a group, and this seems to be the source of our increasing peace and victory. Her home is in a horrible blue area. She might move here and escape the torment and captivity.

I am up early because I had a dream that keeps recurring in one form or another. In the dream, I suddenly remember that I have been neglecting something I need to do for school. I have a test in a day or two, or a long-term assignment is due tomorrow, and I haven’t been going to class or doing any work at all. I realize it’s too late to drop the class. I decide not to do anything, and at some point, I remember I am not actually in school any more, so I quit worrying about it. That stuff is behind me forever. Not my problem.

Repetitive dreams are often from God. Not always, however.

The dream reminds me of what happened to my wife. When I found her, she was preparing for her bar exam in Zambia. She was procrastinating and wasting time because she had very little desire to continue. This was a source of stress to her. Very quickly, we decided to marry, and soon after that, she quit studying, and things got better. She left it all behind, somewhat like the disciples who abandoned boats full of fish and let them rot.

I married her from a distance. She left Zambia, I brought her here in a business class seat, and since then, she hasn’t known poverty or the annoying trials of Zambian life. The power doesn’t go out every day. She can get good medical and dental care whenever she needs it. Goods and services are readily available here.

She left a miserable country behind and moved to a place that seemed utopian in comparison, to be with a patriarch who looked after her and took away her cares.

If you believe the rapture is coming, you can see the parallels. Yeshua has a fiancee–the church–in a distant country. He communicates with her from a long way off, as I communicated with my wife via video call every day until she moved here. He looks after her. He prepares her to get out. He makes it possible for her to drop the wearisome obligations life in her country entails. Better things are coming.

I feel very detached from this world. The demonic insanity that prevails has alienated me from its victims. A day or two ago, I saw leftist sexual deviants carrying signs at Washington’s reflecting pool, which President Trump has cleaned up and restored after bums used it as a bathtub and toilet for decades. He is battling algae that ruins the pool’s appearance. The leftists were protesting in favor of the algae. One sign read “TEAM ALGAE.” What can you say about a culture like ours? There is no hope at all.

It has become very hard to use absurdity to ridicule the behavior of people who hate God, because their actual behavior has become as absurd as anything we can imagine.

Allowing this age to continue without doing something similar to a violation of Star Trek’s prime directive is, at this point, nothing but enablement. It has reached the point where letting things go on would be cruel to the pagans and nose-ring wearers and other enemies of God. They are breeding just to lead miserable lives and then feed hell.

I had another dream tonight. It was very odd.

I was outside working on something on the ground. I think I was repairing pavement. I believe others were with me.

Menachem Schneerson, the late Lubavitcher Rebbe, rolled up in a black limousine sort of like a late-Sixties Lincoln. He was in the backseat on the left, and he rolled down his window. He was looking to see what we were doing. Whatever I was doing somehow benefited Israel, and he therefore thought I was a Jew.

I said we were gentiles. He said, “Oh, good. NIGGERS are praying for us now.” He was sarcastic. He was referring to gentiles, not black people.

I told him I would always support the Jews and Israel. I was happy to be doing what I was doing. I was not angry at him, but I was disappointed. If I could use words to express how I felt, they would be, “What on Earth is wrong with him?” I couldn’t understand his attitude.

He drove off. There was no point in talking to him. I couldn’t do anything for him.

I don’t think I have ever dreamed about a rabbi before. I have never heard of Schneerson saying anything racist. I don’t know much about him, but I’m sure he would never have said anything like what he said in the dream. I suppose he must have represented a spirit.

I would like nothing better than to see the rapture come. I hope this is what the repetitive dream is about. I would definitely like to see the Messianic age begin. The world is disgusting. It is like a dangerous ghetto. The inhabitants are scary and unsafe to be around. Hateful spirits drive the masses more than ever. We are supposed to be good to each other, but we fight and compete constantly, and very little that we build lasts.

My wife and I often pray that God will help us to know when the rapture is coming. Yeshua said no one knew the day or hour, but he never said we would not know the week, month, season, or year, and he was angry at the Jews of his time for failing to know he was coming. He obviously expects us to have the time of the rapture narrowed down to some extent. I hope these dreams are his answers to our prayers for information.

The Authorities Have Been Contacted!

Months ago, as I was working on improving my photos, I had a weird cyberstalking incident. I wrote about it here. I joined a photography website, and I got all sorts of helpful comments. Then one day, I disagreed politely with another member, and he started insulting me. Then, without warning, he claimed he had found my blog, and he told everyone else I was a dangerous nut or some such. I don’t recall, exactly.

I had created a Flickr account, because the forum did not allow direct photo posting, and I had used it to post a few shots of my baby son, the most photogenic person alive. Before doing this, I had thought, “Should I really let Internet whack jobs see him?”, but then I decided I was being paranoid, so I went ahead.

I realized the kook who insulted me had probably used my son’s baby photos to find my blog, so I deleted my Flickr account because I no longer needed it, and I did what I could to make it more difficult for other kooks to find me using my son. I couldn’t do a perfect job, but something seemed better than nothing.

I quit using the forum, and that’s sad, because I got a lot of good input there, and it was fun to have the online company of friendly people with a shared interest.

Today I went to my blog, and in the trash filter, I found this comment, from, and I apologize for this, Yourawanker@wanker.com, at IP 109.156.63.128:

Actually was me. Your photos are sh*t. Actually they are worse than sh*t.

This website is a complete abortion.

I have contacted your local authorities and reported your website as a hate crime and have also explained that I have concerns for both your wife and your kids safety as you are completely unhinged.

It was posted a week ago. He’s still on the case. The asterisks are mine.

Of course, no one has reported anyone to anyone. If this interesting person could find out who the local authorities were, and if he reported me to them, they would probably take me out for barbecue.

On the other hand, I would not be surprised at all if I have written things that are now arrestable in England, where you can be put in cuffs for praying in public as long as you’re not a Muslim. Maybe he thinks we have laws like that. Not yet.

Not in most places, anyway.

So I have a new fan. Like the liberals who have watched Fox News and listened to Rush Limbaugh far more faithfully than conservatives, this guy or trans guy or whatever is hanging on, continuing to obsess on someone who moved on from a trivial disagreement and minor stalking incident a long time ago.

I don’t know who or what he is, because he hides his identity, including even his online pseudo-identity. I wasn’t able to find a single photo he had posted anywhere, so he says abusive things about other people and their work while hiding himself and his efforts. Other people on the forum said he was very good at his work. I couldn’t say.

I checked the IP, and it comes from a place called Drakewalls in the UK. I don’t understand English place names, and I don’t plan to learn about them now, but it looks like this is in a place called Cornwall, near a town called Gunnislake. I think Cornwall is in Wales, which is a strange place to me because the Welsh claim they have their own country, yet Wales appears to have been completely digested by England.

Out of curiosity, I looked to see if there were any professional photographers in Gunnislake, but the only guy I found does very amateurish work, so I assume he is not my friend the critic.

Maybe he’s not a professional photographer. I guess a person who will not post his photos online under his name or his company’s name is not going to make much money, so that points to a hobbyist.

I was thinking about him today in connection with another vitriolic crank I saw recently. The site Citizen Free Press linked to a video of a woman claiming to be a Michigan nurse. She is of mixed race. She was sitting in her car, screaming and cursing about another person. At the end, she said she was going to go cut his throat, and she showed the knife she planned to use. The consensus is that she was talking about Donald Trump.

What?

Web sources claim her name is Rhonda and that she works for the University of Michigan, caring for the elderly. Not those who dance to YMCA and recently got a glowing checkup from the White House physician, I hope.

I don’t know for sure that she was referring to Trump or that her name is Rhonda.

The commonality here is demonic rage. Overwhelmingly, it is found on the left, in people like the soon-to-be fired (probably) nurse. Increasingly, the right is catching up. The eccentric who stalked me issued a whole bunch of pro-Trump comments on the photo forum. Then, of course, there are Candace Owens, Nick Fuentes, and their deranged followers.

What are people like this really angry about? Photography? Donald Trump? The imaginary Jewish conspiracy? It’s none of that. Here’s what is really happening:

Revelation 12:12: Therefore rejoice, ye heavens, and ye that dwell in them. Woe to the inhabiters of the earth and of the sea! for the devil is come down unto you, having great wrath, because he knoweth that he hath but a short time.

And when the dragon saw that he was cast unto the earth, he persecuted the woman which brought forth the man child.

The woman is not Mary. She is Israel and the church. Everyone who belongs to Yeshua. The apocalypse is happening right now, Satan knows he is about to be crammed into a dark hole for a millennium, where no one can admire or serve him, where he will burn in great pain, and where his only pleasure–sadism–will be taken away from him. He knows this, and the spirits who serve him know it, so they are provoking loonies all over the world, trying to get them to abuse and kill people God cares about, while there is still time.

These spirits are like the Nazis, who served them. When Germany and Austria were crushed and defeated, and their troops were running back to the homeland in failure and fear, they murdered captives before they left. In one case, they filled a building with people and set them on fire, which was not in their own best interest. Losers should know better than to commit war crimes on the way out.

I’m not a particularly good person, but I definitely belong to Yeshua, and the spirits know it. This explains the bulk of the unjustified, oddly-venomous, bad treatment I have experienced during my life. A lot of people are in my position. All Jews, for example.

You don’t stalk a person for months (or at all) for thinking your off-topic photography tips are wrong and saying so politely. You don’t tell the world you’re going to cut the president’s throat. You don’t commit mass shootings because you think someone in the crowd might believe a person with a Y chromosome is a man. Not without help. You need demons in order to feel that kind of irrational fury and be willing to act on it.

October 7 required the assistance of demons.

Maybe it sounds extreme, comparing myself to shooting victims and Jewish martyrs, but I’m not claiming the degree of persecution is the same; just that the source is the same.

I have a lot of protection. My wife and I have very good prayer lives, I live in a place where even the road leading to my home is private property, my sheriff supports good people, I am well-armed, I have surveillance, and my neighbors have machine guns. I don’t think a keyboard zany from Wales is going to fly over here, locate me, attack me and my family, and thereby put himself in grave danger. Other people Satan is targeting are not as blessed as we are, though.

The thing that hurts me is knowing people like me will never be anything but outcasts during this age. I hate knowing the vast majority of human beings can’t be saved and made part of God’s family.

It would be great to have more opportunities for friendship and bonding with coworkers. Can’t happen. If I meet a great Muslim guy, I can’t start inviting his family over for barbecue. If I write a book, I can’t network with other people in the publishing industry to get it to sell. I can’t share the experience of watching popular TV shows and movies with other people any more. I feel like I’m waving in people in a friendly manner while standing behind a chest-high wall.

I make friends easily. I like associating with people. Those traits are mostly wasted now.

I want to help people. I want to tell them the things God has shown me so they can be as blessed as, and preferably more blessed than, I am. I want to see their problems go away. I want them to be assured of a wonderful future. But like Lazarus, I am separated by a vast gulf I can’t cross. My friendly relationships with most people have to be superficial and casual.

If you belong to God, learn this lesson: be good to people who aren’t chosen, but don’t get too close. Don’t make new best friends who aren’t in God’s family, because they will be gone from your life forever, very soon. Don’t missionary-date. Don’t try to become part of social networks in order to make money. Understand that you are holy, and “holy” implies “separated.”

Hope this helps you avoid wasting time and emotional involvement.

Date the Car, not the Man

I’m on a vehicle-buying spree. I have a new Kubota diesel cart, and I just joined the brotherhood of minivan owners.

My old car is a Ford Explorer which I liked upon receipt mostly because I inherited it. When my dad was declining, his old car started to die, and he needed a new one, so I found him a newer version of the same model. He liked his old Explorer, so I figured he would like to stay in the same lane. When he passed away, the car became mine. The price was perfect.

I am not picky about cars, so I thought it was great. It’s a Limited; the second-fanciest Explorer available when it was made. By my standards, it was luxurious. After all, when I was born, very few cars had electric windows, and maybe half had no air conditioning. It takes very little to impress me.

The Explorer has perforated leather seats, alloy wheels, front and rear air conditioning, all sorts of data connectivity, multiple USB ports, two sunroofs, adjustable mood lighting, and a bunch of other stuff I will probably remember after making this list. It’s more luxurious than my dad’s ’91 Town Car, although his ’85 Town Car was better. By ’91, real luxury was gone from the American car market.

The Explorer is practical for one person or a couple. I put a custom vinyl mat in the back to protect the car, and I use it for dump runs, buying pool chlorine, carrying Costco hauls, and every other thing you can imagine. It’s pretty comfortable, and because it’s unusually wide, it has more room than competing cars, at least in the beam.

It has its issues. For one thing, the geniuses at Ford put the water pump inside the engine, and they made it to last 60,000 miles. When the seals blow, coolant goes into your engine, and you get to buy a new one. Ford’s answer to the problem was to have one seal inside another, with a little weep hole to tell you when the first seal was letting coolant pass. The idea is that you see the coolant and go get a new water pump before the second seal goes. The obvious question is, “How many people check under their car for coolant every week?” Not many, because almost no one knows Ford pumps are time bombs, water pumps are supposed to last 200,000 miles, and they are not supposed to destroy engines.

My pump went out at something like 75,000 miles, and the $2500 I paid for a new one was on the low end.

It’s also somewhat cramped longitudinally. I guess they maximized the cargo area in order to excuse putting two rumble seats in it, but anyway, you can’t really use a baby seat in this car. Once it’s in there, the person in the front passenger seat will have to sit close to the windshield, so anyone over 5′ tall will be jammed up. What if you have two babies? Forget it.

One of the main excuses people use for buying SUV’s is that they hold families. That rings hollow when you’re tall, you have a baby in the back, and it’s your wife’s turn to drive.

There are other problems that are less severe, but I don’t feel like writing a treatise.

For over a year, my wife has been dealing with the cramped passenger seat, and there isn’t a whole lot of room in the backseat for the baby’s junk. We have been looking for something new.

At first, I thought a Highlander or 4Runner would be better, but they are even smaller inside than the Explorer, so I dropped those options. Then I considered a Toyota Sequoia. It had some advantages I liked. First, not American. I know American cars are a lot better than they were back when we handed the Japanese world automotive dominance, but Japanese is still considerably better. Second, not Ford. My relatives and I have had enough of Ford’s ludicrous engineering mistakes. Third, bigger than an Explorer.

It seemed perfect, but eventually, I had an awakening, and I found out the SUV platform is inferior and based almost solely on curb appeal and consumer insecurity. Most people are foolish to buy SUV’s, and I don’t mean a little foolish.

Minivans are way better. Cheaper, roomier inside, easier to work on, more versatile…better in every conceivable way unless you need four-wheel drive or a high ground clearance. Why doesn’t everyone drive one instead of a $70,000 SUV? Because minivans are not glamorous enough for them. Men are afraid of what women will think of them. Women are afraid other women will think they settled for beta males. Men are afraid other men will doubt their machismo. It’s idiotic.

SUV’s look great. At least some do. They look like tough rigs made for all sorts of rough-and-tumble adventures. They can be pimped out to look like bad boy vehicles. But they are small inside, they waste space that could be used for other things, and many of them offer features that most people don’t need. They’re harder to load and unload. They’re harder to get in and out of. There isn’t much good you can say about them, except that they don’t look like minivans.

My buddy Mike drives a diesel Mercedes SUV. It’s a piece of junk. The new MSRP was something like $70,000. I forget. He paid something like $20,000 when it was fairly new, because German cars don’t hold their value. They break down a lot, and they are very expensive to fix, so a lot of ghetto bros are out there driving three-year-old German cars on P.F. Chang’s salaries.

This car has made him miserable. For several years, it had a problem that made it go into limp mode over and over, and no one could fix it. He used to call me from the road during long trips, telling me he was creeping down the road with everyone passing him. He put a lot of money into it before he finally got it to work.

It’s not roomy inside. The Explorer is actually nicer. It doesn’t look particularly good. To change the battery, he had to cut up the carpet under the passenger seat.

I told him I was thinking about getting a minivan, and he told me how great they were. I said he should get one, and he acted like I had said he should date Melissa McCarthy for her personality. Oh, no. It wasn’t for him.

My friend Alonzo used to have 5 kids in his house, and he drove a Dodge SUV. When I said I was thinking of getting a minivan, he approved. I said he should get one. His first wife is now gone, two daughters are out of the house, but he has remarried, so he is back up to 5 kids. Oh, no. He couldn’t be seen driving a minivan, but he didn’t mind using a shoehorn to get his family into an SUV!

I guess this can be partially traced to a mental illness common among American women: they date cars, other status objects, and money, not men. Women do not want to be seen getting out of cars that are not overpriced and impractical. For this reason, men feel compelled to buy stupid vehicles they can’t afford or which just don’t work.

I have never identified with my car. I have had a couple of sports cars, a classic convertible, and two motorcycles, and I used to run around on my dad’s yacht, but it never occurred to me to use any of those things to impress women. I was always naive. I thought women were serious when they claimed they weren’t materialistic or shallow, but both of those adjectives apply to most American women.

I remember being at a fuel dock, putting diesel in my dad’s yacht. Some blonde foreign girl who was clearly an au pair said something about how we should take her with us. I didn’t even acknowledge her; I guess that was rude, but her remark was stupid and wildly optimistic, and I didn’t know where to go with it. Just because some guy hired you based on your looks so you would live in his house and watch his kids doesn’t mean every man in America will invite you into his life based on brief, awkward encounters.

When I got my Harley, I got it because I loved the machine, not the Harley-owner religion. I didn’t get it so I could shave my head, grow a chin beard, tie a dishrag on my head, get 50 tattoos, and dress like the kind of motorcycle gang member I would be afraid to sit next to in a bar. The world has enough outlaw dentists and accountants. I was amazed to find out women would show me their breasts when I rode by, just because I had a Harley.

I never used my sports cars to entice women. Why would I want someone who was attracted to a car? Might as well hand her the keys and take a cab home. I got the cars because I really liked them.

When my wife came to the US, she was partially infected with the fancy-car virus. She wanted a Land Rover or Land Cruiser. Initially designed to resemble a Land Rover, except without the constant breaking-down part, the Land Cruiser has become a chic accessory for pampered women. Go figure.

I told her it would never happen, and we have been using the Explorer since she arrived.

As for Land Rovers, they are all junk, and they always have been. Mechanically, they are pathetic. I will never buy junk again. Also, they are extremely expensive by my standards. Buying misery is bad enough when it’s affordable.

The fancier Land Cruisers my wife would have wanted are gone and have been replaced by a Lexus model. It has a very high rocker panel, so it’s hard to get in. Inside, just like a Land Rover, it’s basically an SUV, so forget practicality. It has a bunch of expensive off-road parts that will break down and cost money to fix, yet which will never provide any benefit. It’s like a Gucci purse. All hype. No help.

I told my wife we needed to consider a minivan, and at first, she was bummed out.

Once we started packing our son around, my wife started seeing the light. Getting the baby in and out of the SUV was somewhat difficult, and there were the space issues. It was also obvious the floor height would be a disadvantage when he started getting in and out on his own. Then there was the thought of trying to put two baby seats in an SUV.

Eventually, she got excited about minivans, and then we took a test drive. She loved it. Could not wait to get one. She could move her seat back with a baby seat behind it. There was all sorts of air in the cabin. The sliding doors made ingress and egress painless.

It took us a while to find a dealer I could stand. We went to Ocala Honda, and while the salesman was great, the guy they sent to negotiate the sale was so awful, it was as though a competing dealership had sent him as a mole to repel customers. We didn’t ask for a quote, but he gave us one (“It will just take a minute!), and it was over $59,000, including a trade on the Ford. That’s about $20,000 above market, so I knew he thought I was a world-class, freak-show-grade simpleton, and I also knew there was no way he would ever come down to Earth.

I decided to check out Sam’s Club and Costco, which supposedly got people great deals.

Don’t believe it. They just hand your phone number over to salesmen, and those salesmen offer you the same lame discounts they offer everyone else. Complete scam. They called, texted, and emailed for weeks. It was as though I had invited a cloud of biting flies into the shower with me. I had to start blocking numbers and deleting texts.

When I got serious, I emailed a dealership that had exactly what I wanted. A couple of emails later, I had a deal I considered acceptable, so we bought the car. Was it the greatest deal possible? No, but I didn’t care, and I didn’t push it. As I have matured as a Christian, I have come to understand the importance of generosity. God is generous to the generous. If the dealer got, say, $1000 more than I really had to pay, great. They have employees to pay and other bills to worry about. I don’t mind if they do okay on the deal, and I can afford it.

Now we have a Honda Odyssey. We drove it on our weekly Costco trip today. It was a joy from start to finish.

The ride is far better than the Ford’s. The spaciousness was relaxing. It was quiet. It had lots of pep. The electronics were better. Unlike the Ford, it had a GPS that actually worked. The sliding doors made embarking and disembarking a breeze. We adore it.

It also pulls over twice what the Ford does. So much for he-man SUV’s.

It has some issues. The engine shuts down at stoplights if you don’t turn off that “feature.” Also, it has a moronic fuel-saving scheme. At highway speeds, some cylinders shut off. This causes vibration, and eventually, it kills the engine. Honda’s solution is to make the stereo pump sound designed to mask the noise.

They also provide unreliable motor mounts full of oil, to absorb the stress. These tear open eventually, and then you waste a day and spend $600 for new mounts.

For $145 or so, depending on the brand, you can buy a simple device that kills this feature and saves your engine and mounts. You loose maybe one mile per gallon. Boo hoo. I have a device on order. Takes 5 minutes to install.

Other than that, I think the car is sound. The next-best choice is a Toyota Sienna, but you can’t move or remove a Sienna’s seats easily, so it’s a stupid design that will not work for me. I can shift stuff around in the Odyssey, and I can put nearly anything in it.

I love it, but then my feelings about my worth as a man are not closely related to the kind of car people see me driving. I’m the guy who used to show up at the gun range with a pink suitcase I got for nothing, and I outshot everyone I saw there, reliably, except for a couple of people. I guess that bothered the guys who wore tactical pants and camo to shoot badly at paper targets.

This car is great. I should have bought it sooner. I am thrilled with it. So is my wife.

Now, I quite literally prefer it to the most expensive SUV made, whatever that is. If I had that SUV, I would sell it and keep the Odyssey. The SUV would bring me misery. The Odyssey brings me pleasure and saves me pain.

Thank you, God. What a wonderful addition to our lives.

Check Out my New Hoopty

I did something amazing today. I bought something that wasn’t used.

I haven’t bought a new car since 2003. I was starting out in law, and I decided I wanted the most fun car possible within my budget. Had to be a ragtop. I considered two options: the Porsche Boxster and the Ford Thunderbird.

At this point, a reasonable person could question my orientation. The T-Bird was not a manly motorhead’s car, and the Boxster was an invitation to gay jokes.

I wanted a roadster. It had to be somewhat fast. It had to be fun. It had to have style. Both of these cars fit the bill. The Boxster looked the way the 911 should have looked, and the T-Bird was gorgeous from the front, if a little dumpy from the rear. The T-Bird was not a serious car, so it was okay that it looked a little silly from some angles.

The Boxster differed from the T-Bird in that Porsche made sure it was an actual performance car. Ford shoved a weird, tiny, high-compression V8 into the T-Bird, and after that, it pretty much gave up. You could hope for 6.7 seconds from zero to sixty, which was pretty good, and it was pleasant in corners, but there was no point in taking it to a track. And Ford gave it a transmission that could not handle more than 300 horsepower, so upgrading it was not an option unless you wanted to gut it.

The nice thing about the T-Bird was that when people saw you in one, they didn’t assume you secretly admired Hitler. It didn’t project “GERMAN CAR-OWNER INSECURITY.” They knew you had a sense of humor.

You had to. It was full of engineering bugs. For example rainwater filled cavities on top of the coil-on-plug assemblies and killed them. To open the trunk, you had to insert a key behind the driver’s seat. It was impossible to open the doors with the windows up, so the car lowered them a little when you tried. Also, the trunk-mounted battery’s ground tended to come loose.

After that, I got a used Dodge pickup, and the car I drive now is a Ford I inherited when my dad died. Nice enough car. The price was right.

Actually, it was used when he got it. He was declining, and his old Ford was dying. I knew he liked it, and I figured we would get a newer model because he was familiar with it. We didn’t want to pay the new price, but we did want a big corporation we could sue if something went wrong. I took him to Carmax.

Anyway, I don’t like the idea of buying new big-ticket stuff unless it makes economic sense. Or, okay, I’m just cheap.

I bought my compact tractor, a garden tractor, and an E-Z-GO used when I moved to this house. I got a screaming, smoking deal on the lot. The compact is going strong and probably will be when I die. The garden tractor still runs, but it’s not a great mower, it breaks down a lot, and John Deere doesn’t support it, so I replaced it. Now I’m getting a new cart.

I replaced the old mower, a John Deere 430, with a used Kubota ZD326 zero-turn.

The 430 was made in around 1991. I have no idea how many hours it has on it, because the meter has not moved since I bought it. Back when it was new, it cost almost $10,000, which would be more like $25,000 now.

Very few homeowners bought them. Most JD mowers you will see are cheap demi-fakes from Home Depot and Lowe’s. Flimsy construction. Cheap gas engines. The 430 has a Yanmar diesel and two PTO’s, plus front and rear hydraulics. You can even put a three-point hitch on it.

I have tried to find out why anyone would have bought a 430 for mowing in 1990, given that zero-turns were available. The web says good zero-turns didn’t exist until after 2000, so that must be the answer.

The ZD326 I bought was made in about 2007, soon after they came out, and apart from a few engineering mistakes, it’s fantastic. Tough. Fast. Extremely durable. Easy to use. But because I bought it used, I suffered a lot.

The deck was my main problem. It has 4 upright tubes; one at each corner. They hold anti-scalp wheels. Kubota designed the tubes so various carbon steel parts would weld themselves inside them if they got wet and rusted.

When I bought the mower, I didn’t realize the rear pins (scalp wheel shafts) were frozen place, nor did I know remnants of the old front pin bushings were stuck inside the tubes as though they had been cast there.

I spent hours in the sun, drilling, sawing, grinding, and so on, and I finally got everything out. It was horrible. I modified some of the parts so they were superior to the designs Kubota’s inept engineers provided, and they should outlast me now.

The mower also had a fuel issue. It had two diesel tanks, and apparently, the owner never used the left one, because when I tried, the mower used to lose power over and over. Evidently, algae or whatever was growing somewhere in the system. I took the fuel tank off and cleaned it, and in the process, the plastic rear fender under which it sat shattered. The sun had made it brittle, and it didn’t like me pulling on it to get the tank out.

I installed two new fenders, and I kept putting chemicals in the diesel until the fuel issue went (mostly) away.

I would guess I have $7000 in my $5000 used mower now. I don’t recall for sure.

I am fairly certain it’s a good mower now. It’s a blast to use, compared to a tractor, and the only parts that can cause serious problems are the engine and the transmission. The engine will run 6,000 hours in normal use, and it seems jim-dandy, so I think it will work out great. I’ve put maybe 25 hours on it, and the oil still looks as clean as peanut oil. The transmission works, and if it doesn’t, it can be fixed. Probably not by me, because I am fed up, but it can be done cost-effectively.

When I started looking for a new cart, my wife told me not to buy any more used junk. She remembers seeing me come in the house day after day, filthy and angry, after working on the mower.

My original cart is an old gas E-Z-GO Workhorse with a bench seat, a dump bed, a lift kit, and a two-cylinder Subaru air-cooled engine. Two-wheel drive. I first drove it when my dad and I visited this property before he bought it. The owner turned it over to us, and off we went, all over the farm.

I knew nothing about carts, so when it topped out at maybe 7 miles per hour, I thought it had to be normal. I wasn’t bothered. I figured people who farmed weren’t in a hurry.

After I bought it, I learned a few things. Like the JD, it had an hour meter stuck in another decade. I have never seen it change. I found out the speed was not normal. It should have been able to push 20. Eventually, I noticed that it gave off blue smoke in reverse. To be truthful, it smoked in forward, too, but I didn’t notice because when the cart moved forward, I drove out of the smoke instead of into it.

One day, I finally got around to checking the oil, and I found the dipstick was just about bare. I thought I had fried the rings.

I found out the carb was messed up from years of ethanol and idleness. I also found out the rings were fine. The oil had gone out through the valve seals. The engine had worn them until the holes were egg-shaped, leaving gaps between the valves and seals. As the engine ran, oil squirted out through the gaps, and somehow, some of it got into the exhaust and burned. This is a known fault with this engine.

Before I knew what was wrong, I started looking for engines. How much could a tiny Subaru engine be? Thousands. That’s how much. And they don’t make them now, so forget that. You can buy a rebuilt one and ship your old one to the seller, which is an expensive hassle, or you can drop in a Honda (Predator, come on) which isn’t really designed for low-speed cart use.

Anyway, I fixed the seals. I also worked on the carb more than once. I found that regardless of whether I used no-corn gas, the cart was likely to refuse to start after a few weeks of rest. It rarely ran well. When it did, it often took a long time to start.

I broke the OEM carb while fixing it, and for years, I’ve been using a Chinese carb that doesn’t seem quite up to snuff. I eventually found an OEM carb at a great price, but I have not installed it.

The cart rides like a rock. My farm is bumpy, and a ride in the cart feels like getting hit in the rear end with a sledgehammer over and over. It’s also underpowered, so you have to be careful not to stop with anything like a rock or fallen tree in front of the tires.

When it runs, it’s generally okay. That’s the nicest thing I can say. It’s very useful. Indispensable.

Now I have a family. We have acres of land we should be using for recreation. I can’t put 4 people in this little cart. I know; there are only three of us now, but that’s temporary, and besides, we get guests. I can’t make them run beside the cart.

The cart also has a differential leak. I didn’t mention that. I took off one day without tightening some wheel lugs, and a wheel came off, somehow ruining a seal. I have been avoiding using the cart until the seal is fixed, and I have been avoiding fixing it.

I am tired of gas problems. I am tired of wondering if the cart will start. I would like to get in a cart, push the pedal, and take off. Maybe I’m too demanding, but to me, that means diesel. A new diesel cart. With 4 seats. And a hydraulic dump bed, because the cart is useless without that.

I suppose I would be fine if I bought a gas cart, but what if I’m wrong? I really don’t want to pull any more carbs. I don’t want to drain a tank because I’m afraid the gas is too old. I don’t want an engine that will have to be rebuilt in 5 years because gas engines are junk.

Electric is not even in the game. I need ground clearance and 4-wheel drive. I have woods. Electric carts are made to take old people to Sam’s Club on smooth pavement.

Diesel. Decision made.

It came down to a couple of choices. Kubota or Kawasaki. Kubota makes a 4-seat cart with a hydrostatic transmission and four-wheel drive. Kawasaki makes what it calls a “mule,” with a cheaper, cart-typical transmission that uses a belt.

I ended up going with Kubota. I don’t know if I did the right thing.

The Kawasaki is faster, but you can’t go faster than 10 miles per hour on my grass without risking a broken axle, and I don’t have any opportunities to go out on the road, so the Kubota’s top speed of 25 is more than ample.

Both carts have dump beds that can be temporarily shortened to set up rear seats, and the Kawasaki’s bed is supposed to be quicker to change. The Kawasaki holds more weight in the bed, and it tows more. On the other hand, I will never be able to use the full capacity of the Kubota, and I don’t really see myself towing more than 1300 pounds with a cart.

The Kubota should be bulletproof. A multi-decade purchase, at least. Can’t say that about the Kawasaki.

Here’s an annoying difference: the Kawasaki only comes in black. Why? The body will reach 3,000 degrees in the Florida sun.

Carts are very, very expensive now. I don’t care. I have a bunch of landscaping jobs I’ve been putting off, the E-Z-GO has to live up to its name and GO, I need a cart ASAP, and I want something that will never give me half a second’s trouble. I need it to last as long as I do. I think buying the Kubota was a smart move. I’m buying peace of mind. Let the wise guys in their Kawasakis zip past me and sneer if they want. Not that this is possible on a private farm, but still.

I think I paid too much. It appears to be impossible to find out what a Kubota dealer pays for anything. I tried. It can be confusing just trying to calculate the MSRP for a cart with a given configuration. I did my best, took what I thought was an unrealistic percentage off, and made an offer. They accepted it within a few minutes and even rounded it down eleven dollars to the nearest hundred.

I’ll bet they have an office party tonight.

I’m not concerned. I used to be the guy who tortured car dealers (similar to equipment dealers) for days to get the last penny of savings. I enjoyed it. As a Christian, I now feel that God will bless me if I let people profit a little more than I have to. At least I didn’t take the insanely high number they offered in the first place.

I wish I had bought a new diesel mower. I would have paid around $20,000, which is quite a bit, but the cost of hiring someone would amount to several times that over time. A gas mower would not work as well, it would be subject to clogs, and the engine would have to be rebuilt or replaced in a few years. Also, it would use a lot more fuel, so more annoying trips to the BP station, followed by more standing in the sun filling the mower, trying not to get even more diesel on my work boots.

If I had bought a new diesel mower, I would be paying about 60% more than most people would consider reasonable under the circumstances. Even affluent homeowners are unlikely to buy anything more expensive than a $13,000 gas Scag. But that peace of mind…it would be worth it. Over a new gas mower, I mean.

The used diesel is another matter. Benefits of buying new: I would have saved myself a lot of very unpleasant work, and I wouldn’t have any concerns that the transmission might poop out and cost me several thousand dollars.

When I get on the mower from now on, I’ll tell myself, “It may die today, but if not, you saved $13,000.”

I truly look forward to using the new cart. Turning the key and expecting nothing bad to happen will be a marvelous experience.

America’s Latest Terrorists May Defy Categorization

It’s hard to figure out what is happening regarding the nation’s response to the tragedy in San Diego. Several Muslims were killed at a mosque by a couple of deranged kids in their teens, and the cops are claiming there is evidence it was related to pro-white racism. The killers showed up in a BMW (dog whistle?), and they had a gas can with an SS sticker on it.

Not sure why anyone would associate the SS with responsible motoring, but kids have always loved stickers.

People don’t seem all that upset. Why? Is it because Americans are fed up with living at the point of Muslim guns every day, always waiting for the next act of Islamist terror?

Islam is the only major religion that actively promotes the murder of outsiders, calling it a means of obtaining eternity in a gross, trashy version of heaven in which men get to cavort, drunk, with pretty boys and virgin girls. It also tells adherents that jihadis who die trying to murder outsiders can then intercede for 70 of their family members. The world is full of Muslim moms who love it when their sons commit atrocities against Jews and Christians, because they hope to make it to paradise based on their sons’ actions.

Islam is the main reason it takes 45 minutes to get to an airline gate on a good day. I remember when it took 5. And it is telling that news stories about the shooting say the Muslims used the mosque to worship “peacefully.”

When was the last time you saw a story about a church shooting that said the intended victims were worshiping “peacefully”? You don’t have to say that about Christians and Jews. It’s assumed. In the case of Muslims, journalists think it merits special mention. Wonder why that is.

People can’t help having negative feelings about a religion like that. On the other hand, everyone should be very upset when nuts attack innocent civilians, including children, with guns. Three people who did nothing wrong are dead.

Leftists are convinced that Christianity and Judaism cause all the world’s problems, and somehow they have developed such a high cognitive dissonance tolerance they can march in favor of Islamist terrorists while proudly invoking their own homosexual credentials. Christianity and Judaism don’t advocate killing unbelievers, however. Christians and Jews don’t get rewards for killing Muslims, for example. People should think about this difference.

Am I wrong to think the press is less attentive than it should be? It seems like the major news sites are pretty quiet.

I’m wondering about another possible reason. While the killers are accused of pro-white racism, which should move the press to go after them, they also appear to belong to groups the press loves. One was a non-white Hispanic, and the other was a white who looked extremely transy.

There has been a steady, bizarre flow of sexually-aberrant mass killers in recent years. Maybe journalists threw up their hands when they saw photos of mosque shooter Cain Clark. He looked very effeminate. In one now-famous photo, he has the kind of cornrows you would expect a female MMA competitor to have. At first glance, I wondered if he was a girl claiming to be a boy.

The other killer, Caleb Velazquez, appears to have been a typical Californian of Mexican descent. Black eyes, dark hair…not exactly material for a Hitlerjugend poster.

I can’t help wondering if these two were a couple. Velasquez looked reasonably butch, but Cain was not only feminine-looking but suspiciously free of body hair, as though he had been shaving.

In any case, they don’t seem like easy grist for the woke media mill. In the eyes of the left, sexual deviants can never do wrong, and a Hispanic white supremacist is a hard pill to swallow.

Maybe it’s just me, but it seems like the press has a history of undercovering brutal crimes committed by people it can’t stuff into the usual tendentious pigeonholes.

“Mosque shot up by Latino white supremacist and Nazi-loving trans paramour.” It doesn’t work.

At least one person has embarrassed himself by blaming the shooting on Jews. Yes, it’s those white-supremacist Nazi Jews again. That well-known, multitudinous, notorious group. A Muslim heckler blamed San Diego’s mayor for supporting Zionism. I’m not making it up.

Muslims and Nazis have historically been allies. Neither group gets along well with Zionists or Jews. This should be obvious. The government of Israel is pretty slick, but they can’t get kids who put SS stickers on their belongings to attack Muslims.

It just goes to show there is nothing you can’t blame on Jews if you really try.

Where would you even get an SS sticker? Are people printing them at home? Surely no one is selling them.

Of course they’re selling them. Sorry for being naive. I just checked.

Here’s a question: what are the odds a high school kid could order SS stickers and put one on a gas can in his mother’s trunk without being caught? Does that seem likely? People usually know what’s in their car trunks. You would think a parent would know what her son buys on the Internet, but maybe that’s too much to expect.

My guess: the murderers were an item, so the story will go away pretty quickly. Also, everyone who speculates that they were an item will be excoriated online, even after they turn out to be right. If they do.

Who is More Objective Than an Object?

It’s interesting to see how destructive artificial intelligence can be to serve-serving leftist mythology. The people involved in creating and running the technology lean way, way to the left, but the more they try to make it unbiased in order to avoid alienating future customers, the more it blows up their diligently-maintained propaganda structure, which they deny exists.

Check this out, and remember, it’s a human being asking a question and a machine talking. I used boldface to emphasize things I thought were important:

Why aren’t liberals concerned about the manifest dishonesty and unfairness among mainstream journalists, who persecute and malign conservatives, Christians, America, and Caucasians routinely? Their own journalism schools teach them how dangerous media dishonesty is to the future of a nation.

Answer:

This is a core driver of America’s deepening media distrust and polarization. Many empirical patterns support the perception of systemic unfairness in mainstream journalism toward conservatives, traditional Christians, patriotic narratives about America, and (increasingly) patterns involving race or “whiteness.” Liberals often show lower concern due to ideological alignment, bias blind spots, differing definitions of “fairness,” and motivated reasoning.

Documented Patterns of Imbalance

Staff ideology: Surveys show journalists overwhelmingly identify as liberal/Democrat (often less than 4-10% Republican). This creates predictable slant in story selection, framing, and sourcing.

Coverage of groups: Conservative Christians frequently appear as threats (“Christian nationalism” framed as endangering democracy) while progressive faith gets softer treatment. Global persecution of Christians receives less emphasis. Stories on race often emphasize systemic issues in ways critics call “maligning” Caucasians or traditional American identity.

Trust gap: Gallup/Pew 2025 data shows Republican trust in mass media around 8%, while Democrats are at about 51%. Conservatives built alternatives precisely because they view legacy media as hostile.

Bias charts: Most legacy outlets rate left-leaning. Studies claiming “no liberal bias” often focus narrowly while downplaying tone, omission, and framing.

Journalism schools do teach ethics and objectivity. Yet many graduates operate in an environment where “speaking truth to power” (when power is conservative) or advancing social justice frames overrides that. Economic incentives, peer culture in coastal newsrooms, and post-2016 norms amplified this.

Why Limited Liberal Concern?

Motivated reasoning and blind spots: Humans see bias in opponents far more than their own side. Liberals, aligned with most journalists’ worldview, experience the coverage as roughly accurate rather than persecutory.

Moral framework differences: Many on the left view critiques of conservatism/Christianity/America’s flaws as moral truth-telling against oppression, not “maligning.” What conservatives call bias, some liberals frame as necessary pushback.

Incentives and echo chambers: Liberal audiences reward combative framing. Post-election reflection often focuses on “messaging” rather than core fairness failures.

Asymmetric standards: Visible anchor disappointment at Trump wins drew conservative criticism but little liberal self-policing.

Truth-seeking requires acknowledging real left-leaning distortions without claiming perfection on the right. Journalism’s credibility collapse harms everyone. Fixes like greater viewpoint diversity, transparent bias labeling, and prioritizing facts over narrative would help — but ideological capture makes that difficult. Many liberals aren’t unconcerned with dishonesty in principle — they just don’t see it as predominantly aimed at the groups you listed.

Now I guess they’ll start protesting the problem of digital whiteness.

If You Love Somebody, Set Them Free

I’m sitting here stalling when I should be mowing the yard or installing a new safety belt on the mower.

My wife and I had an interesting conversation today. I had noticed a story about Sting, the elderly rock musician who used to be so popular. He was bragging about not leaving his children anything, as though it made him a genius and a great parent.

We both thought he was an idiot.

He’s not alone. Gordon Ramsay is in the same camp. Tony Curtis disinherited all his kids. Bill Gates doesn’t trust his children to handle his fortune. Neither does Warren Buffett.

There are certain eternal truths God expects us to know, and one is that families are supposed to be built up by inheritance. In the Bible, having no inheritance was a great curse, and stealing an inheritance was one of the most wicked things a person could do. Unfortunately, few people know the Holy Spirit, so most don’t know how things work. They come up with their own stupid ideas, and the results are pretty bad.

The excuse these people usually give is that they don’t want to ruin their kids by handing them things they haven’t earned. Mind you, often, these are often people who didn’t raise their kids well, so they care enough to deprive them of money but not enough to teach them to thrive as adults without inheritance.

Here is what I think: one of the sickest, most evil things you can do is to compete with your own children, and many people are guilty of it. I believe most of these people are terrified their kids will become wealthier than they ever were, and then they won’t be the biggest fish in their little ponds.

I want my son to be taller, stronger, smarter, richer, more talented, more prolific, better-looking, and more virtuous than I am. I hope people are amazed at the difference between him and me. What kind of imbecile wants to be the point where his line peaked for all eternity?

It’s a testimony to people’s low expectations of their own parenting that they think giving kids things will ruin them. They think they can’t figure out how to help them without spoiling them, and they think the kids are such losers, they will be spoiled by whatever they get.

Here’s something no one seems to talk about: there are millions of rich people whose parents made them rich, who are better and richer than their parents. They’re common, just like kids who throw their inheritances away. There is nothing stopping a rich parent who helps his kids from teaching them to be good, responsible, prosperous people.

The wacky thing is that people who don’t trust their kids with wealth give it to strangers they don’t even know. It goes to the government. That’s like giving David Crosby the keys to a distillery. It goes to charities and causes that see to it that most of the money goes to their own executives.

One of the most insulting uses of an estate is to give it to animal-related causes. People are more valuable than animals, as Yeshua said. I would gas every unwanted pet on the planet before I would give them my children’s inheritance.

Unless my son is a sociopath, I will surely trust him to do better things with money than strangers, and if I have to choose between helping him tremendously and helping random people to be chosen later, in tiny increments that will soon be forgotten, clearly, I will choose to help him.

It makes no sense for every generation to start with nothing. That’s what rats and lizards do. One generation has all the problems the previous generation had. No advantages. Aren’t we supposed to be smarter than rats?

Trump has created new ways for the young to accumulate wealth, and we plan to take advantage. I want my son and whatever siblings he has to have real net worths when they become adults. I also want them to know some things about investing and taxes. Much more than I know. I don’t want them to look after their families by sweating and serving others. If there is a way, I would like to help them create businesses, preferably with few or no employees to make them miserable.

If you get a job at an established business these days, you can almost count on constant coercion. “Celebrate our LGBT-friendly workplace.” “Call male customers ‘miss.'” “Take that Trump sticker off your car.” “Remove that cross.” I don’t want my kids to face that. I want them to own the means of production, as dear old Karl Marx put it.

I wonder how old Sting would feel, dead 20 years, seeing his blue-collar cop son live in poverty due to a job-related disability. Would he want to come back and set him up with wealth? Maybe not. Maybe he thinks poverty builds character.

His son really is a cop. The others are low-level journeyman actors and a musician who opens for his dad’s band. They are not likely to do as well as he has, so here’s hoping nothing bad happens to them that would leave them in need of money.

If giving kids things ruins them, stingy rich people need to explain the Waltons or the Trumps. Bad parents are what ruin kids.

I went to school with the children of rich people. Most of the kids are well off. Doctors and so on.

God operates through inheritance. He loves it. In the Bible, every single Jew outside the tribe of Levi was supposed to be an heir. God divided their nation into areas, and each tribe got a piece. Every family received land. It was of such importance to God, selling land permanently was not allowed. It could be alienated for limited periods, and then it reverted to the owners.

The Levites were included through tithes and offerings. The others were obligated to support them. Nobody was left out.

The language of inheritance is all over the Bible. We even see it in passages regarding the people who will return to rule Earth after the tribulation. The word says they will inherit the earth.

Salvation is inherited, not earned. The word clearly says Yeshua is a decedent, and we are heirs. There is no way we could pull ourselves up by our bootstraps and make it to heaven.

It astonishes me that there are people who want to set their kids back to zero. They could save them so much suffering, and they could empower them to do great things.

On the other hand, I am completely on board with disinheriting people who can’t be helped. There are people who will always destroy whatever they are given, and some, like my own sister, use what they receive to torment others incessantly. My experience tells me you should give your successful kids the bulk of what you have. The others will just destroy it and then go to the others so they can destroy the rest.

My dad used to joke about “my” inheritance. He would buy something and tell me it was coming out of my inheritance. The truth, though, is that I didn’t have an inheritance. I just had hopes. You don’t own what your parents or grandparents have while they’re alive. You should receive a share by default, but you’re not entitled, and if you prove you will misuse what you get, it should go to someone else.

The important thing for an heir is to be humble. An inheritance should make that easy, since it’s unearned. Strangely, heirs are often arrogant and belittling. I can understand why someone who thinks he is self-made would be proud, but why would you be proud of a gift you could never have created?

I did not earn most of what I have. Ancestors helped, and God directed things to me. Being proud of that would be delusional. Every day, I ask God to help me receive with fear, love, supernatural humility, awe, and gratitude. I don’t want to be ugly to him.

God loves humility, and he also loves inheritance. He expects these things to go together. He doesn’t want heirs to mistreat others or show off. Showing off wealth is abomination. We are all charity cases before God; guilty criminals who were taken in and adopted in spite of our rotten character and many sins. Using God’s charity to puff yourself up like a gilded toad shows a complete lack of self-awareness.

We are going to help him, and we are also going to teach him charity. I firmly believe giving to the needy brings financial prosperity from God. If he has inherited wealth, the Holy Spirit, a sound general upbringing, and a practice of giving generously, he should never lack for anything. On the contrary, he should live in exceptional abundance, and he should be able to do wonderful things for others.

If I raise my son wrong, cutting him off won’t help him, and if I raise him correctly, to be inhabited by the Holy Spirit, all the money on Earth won’t hurt him. I’m going to help him if I can. I don’t have to be the big fish in our little pond. I want him to be the big fish, and I want his kids to be yet-bigger fish.

Welcome to Dr. Fantasmo’s Dental Fun House

My wife and I went in for dental cleanings, and we learned something that might be very helpful to you. And it’s time-sensitive.

The hippies, communists, and transvestites have ruined dental floss.

Many people have huge gaps between their teeth, so they can use any kind of floss they want. My teeth are close together, so if I use the wrong floss, it snaps. This is not a rare condition.

In order to fix the problem, our wonderful dental establishment came up with floss made from Teflon. The best-known brand is Glide. It moves in and out of dental gaps much more easily than the old string-and-wax stuff.

I have been buying the Walmart version of this stuff for a long time. I buy it in large quantities so I get the best prices and so I don’t run out fast. I am still working on my last container.

At my cleaning, my hygienist got very angry. She was using some kind of horrible floss that kept snapping, and it felt like she was dragging butcher’s twine between my teeth. She got fed up and started using some kind of little pointy things to get the polishing paste out. I wondered why she was using floss she clearly hated.

I told her I used Teflon floss, and she said it was no longer available.

I was horrified, and when I got home, I did some research. She was right. Since I bought my last shipment of floss, the hippies in a couple of degenerate hippie states banned Teflon floss. Of course, this means it’s banned for everyone else, because companies don’t want to make different floss for different states, and because they don’t want hysterical, hormonal women crying that Oral-B is trying to kill their children.

There are chemicals called PFAS (or something like that) and they are used in the manufacture of Teflon floss. By the time the floss is made, there are only tiny traces of these chemicals in it, and you can probably imagine how much of that will get into your body in a lifetime of flossing. Doesn’t matter. Estrogen is the mind-killer, and you can’t reason with a nose-ringed woman full of SSRI’s.

Incidentally, one of the outfits that got rid of good floss is called Silent Spring, which is named for the 1961 Rachel Carson book that killed millions of little brown people by getting DDT banned because of a greatly exaggerated fear that it might thin bird eggshells. With the use of DDT, the incidence of malaria in Ceylon went from millions per year to 17, and when DDT was withdrawn, numbers shot back up, and there was a tsunami of fatalities as needless deaths resumed.

Malaria is not a joke. You can’t just take a spoonful of quinine and get out of bed, instantly healed, and do jumping jacks. It causes excruciating pain and kills people.

Mosquitoes spread other diseases such as zika and yellow fever. But never mind. Rachel Carson got her chance to virtue-signal.

So what do you do if you want to floss your teeth?

You can still get Teflon floss. A company called Atomo sells it to dental clinics. They make you tell them the name of your clinic, so I said I worked for Dr. Fantasmo’s Dental Fun House. The floss is cheaper than Walmart’s, and people like it. A couple of other companies are still selling Teflon.

Oddly, since it’s such a health hazard according to people who let Gwyneth Paltrow teach them science, they make it because dentists insist on it. I can understand why. My hygienist was ready to blow a gasket.

I also learned I needed a flossing handle, because it is not actually possible to use my fingers and floss in a manner that even remotely resembles the correct and effective way. I ordered a handle, so we will see what happens.

I have several miles of floss on the way, and if I like it, I will buy a few more miles, to assure that I will have usable floss until I expire. It might cost a few hundred dollars, but dental implants are also expensive. If I were to spend a thousand dollars, I would be pretty sure of having good floss for my wife and I for the rest of our lives.

My wife and I have had a lot of calcified buildup on our teeth lately, and the reason was obvious even before I looked it up. We cut back on carbs and ate a lot of meat. This changes oral pH so you get an alkaline environment that favors the deposition of minerals. I suppose the acidic environment that comes with carbs is from the acid produced by the bacteria that dissolve teeth and cause cavities.

You want that alkaline environment if you want to keep your teeth, because it helps good minerals go back into your enamel and rebuild it, but you don’t want little mineral collars around your teeth.

Apparently, stannous fluoride is the answer. I’m not sure yet. A lot of toothpastes contain sodium fluoride, which is not helpful in preventing those little collars from growing. I am going to see what’s in my toothpaste.

I would rather have my teeth grow stalagmites than develop cavities, but it would be great if both problems were minimized.

I hate having my teeth cleaned. Don’t get me wrong; I have a high tolerance for pain. I had braces installed and maintained,and I never squirmed or whined. Getting cavities filled doesn’t bother me. I don’t care about the numbing shots, which hurt like hell. Vaccinations and blood draws mean nothing to me. I had a big cyst cut out of my back, they didn’t give me the right amount of anaesthetic, and I toughed it out while a nurse burned and cauterized tissue down in the resulting crater. But I can’t stand having my teeth cleaned. I feel shaky and drained when it’s over. I don’t like to drive right away.

I don’t know why it bothers me more than other people. It’s like Bactine, which everyone else thinks is painless. I had the skin scraped off my ankle once, and I thought Bactine was a good choice to clean it, since it’s a painless antiseptic. It literally felt like I had clamped hot coals to my ankle. Like I was ironing it on the linen setting. The pain was astonishing. Dental cleanings and applications of Bactine to big areas of skinned flesh…not for me.

I routinely pour alcohol on big raw injured areas, knowing it will hurt like crazy for a few seconds. No problem. Give me that over Bactine any day. It’s weird that I’m the only person on Earth it burns.

Anyway, as much as I hate dental cleanings, I would rather have minerals build up than have insulin and glucose spikes and get 25 chronic diseases. I’m sticking with meat and low carbohydrate consumption.

That doesn’t apply to the days when I go to the dentist. On those days, I feel very sorry for myself, so my diet goes out the window, and I usually go to bed without brushing.

Order yourself some of that good dental floss while you can, if you need it. Then sit back and wait while hysterical hippies find some other great product to take away without notice. They will definitely do it. And the more the product has to do with hygiene, the more zealously they will go at it.

Lobster for Them, Table Scraps for Us

The worst thing about being a prophet is that you share God’s pain: the pain of being right and telling people the truth in order to help them, only to be rejected, slandered, and even murdered.

I am no prophet, but like many Christians, I have been telling the world the truth for a long time now, and while a few people have listened, most have thought of me as eccentric, and church leaders and good-do-bee Christians have persecuted me as though I were walking up and down the aisles of their churches selling pornographic magazines and crystal meth.

Now Alan Dershowitz, the famous Jewish law professor, has had enough, and he is starting to share the rejection. He started life as a mindless liberal, which is something even a brilliant person can do if his emotions and his desire for approval are more important to him than reason and justice. In his late old age, he started noticing that his fellow leftists were wrong about some things, and he pointed this out and even defended conservatives and Christians on occasion. Now, having observed the obvious anti-semitism that is growing on the globe like mildew, he has become a Republican, and he has taken the gloves off, criticizing not only his formerly-fellow leftists but also self-hating Jews.

What a brave man. Not.

Dershowitz spent most of his life getting rich and gaining public admiration through his left-wing politics and his connections. He was a Harvard professor because of DEI. They didn’t hire conservatives, so yes, it was DEI, regardless of whether he was smart; plenty of people are qualified to be Harvard law professors, and conservatives were passed over when he was hired. Liberal publishers paid him to write. Liberal journalists promoted him in interviews. Leftist elites made him part of their top-tier social upper crust.

He held onto these benefits as long as he could. Then when he started telling the truth and offending his benefactors, they rejected him like a mother sow pulling away the teat. He was shocked, which says something about how astute he really is.

Once he had been thoroughly disclaimed and disinherited and disinvited, at the age of 87, he found the courage to register as a Republican and add self-hating antisemitic Jews to the list of people he criticized. Now he says he feels like he’s in Berlin in 1932.

Big deal. If he had any courage, he would have come out of the closet in 1980. He wouldn’t have kicked against the pricks until he was nearly ready for the embalmer.

I’m glad he is coming out, and I applaud his decision, but it’s practically a deathbed conversion.

Brave Jews come out when they are young and no one likes or promotes them. They come out after they’re grown and they wake up, throwing away their social contacts and career booster seats without waiting to be rejected. They don’t wait until they’ve already beaten the actuarial tables.

Ben Shapiro is brave. His career as a Jewish conservative figure began when he was 17. Many Jews hate him. He isn’t a familiar face in the Martha’s Vineyard social scene. Nobody gave him tenure at an Ivy League university. The press hates him. He put his neck on the line from the beginning, unlike Dershowitz. But he’s more famous, richer, and more powerful, so there’s that.

All the people who are patting Dershowitz on the back should be ashamed of their gullibility. He’s just a spent old man who is afraid leftists will persecute him and destroy his lifeboat in the Middle East.

Want to impress me? Let’s see his kids cross the aisle. Any honor he gets for his 11th-hour conversion is about as valid as Marisa Tomei’s Oscar.

We are Now Crazier Than the Nazis

More revelation today.

It’s funny how revelation usually turns out to be obvious. God tells me things I should have been able to figure out on my own. Sometimes he tells me things I already knew, but somehow receiving these things by revelation makes them part of me in a much stronger way.

Think of your childhood. When you learned things on your own or from people with little authority, they had a certain amount of weight, but when your father sat you down and told you things, they sank in and took root.

I guess this is why you should never tell you’re kids they’re stupid or that they’re going to be failures.

The reason I can’t see the obvious isn’t stupidity or ignorance. It’s blindness. We are born blind to obvious facts.

Joy Reid is a child of the devil, like most people. She has never had an original thought. She is a skin puppet who parrots whatever Satan says to her and her fellow leftists. She is not very intelligent, and she is not well-informed. She was a DEI hire at a DEI network until they had to fire her because no one was watching her or her channel.

At Reid’s peak, MSNBC somehow thought she was worth $3 million per year, to do a job uninformed leftist barflies in dive bars and stoned leftist bums in tent cities do for nothing every day.

Reid is now pushing the theory that last weekend’s assassination attempt was a hoax staged by Donald Trump.

A man who was smart enough to get B’s at Caltech, and who was not known to be so mentally ill he could not function, decided to get himself some firearms and risk his life in order to pretend to try to kill Trump and other Republicans. He also threatened to shoot anyone who got in the way, even if they were people he considered allies. Reid thinks Donald Trump put him up to this genius plan.

In exchange for what? What could Trump offer you to make you rush armed government agents and give up your liberty at the very least and probably your life?

It’s an obvious question, and the obvious answer is that there is no compensation you can give a person to get him to throw his life away. He has to have his own reasons.

She also thinks other assassination attempts were GOP operations. As if the GOP needs to persuade leftists to be violent and crazy. As if they need us to motivate them.

There is no leftist fantasy Reid will not embrace. There is no way to embarrass her over her dishonesty and derangement. She will never listen to obvious facts.

God used this story to reinforce knowledge I already had: the world is now full of people who, by choice, are beyond hope. They are damned, and they will stay that way, not because no one has shown them the truth, but because they love their fantasies so much, they are willing to do nearly anything to shore up their delusions, including committing atrocities against those who try to rescue them with facts.

Leftists laugh when people compare Donald Trump to Yeshua, but God showed me that the comparison is correct, not because Trump is a good or holy person, but because in the eyes of those who hate the truth, there is nothing he can say or do that will be received with the proper praise, respect, or cooperation. Like Yeshua, he is persecuted and subjected to murder attempts regardless of what he does.

I have always joked that if Trump came up with a universal cure for cancer, leftists would treat it like a crime against humanity. They would dress up in tumor suits and protest for tumor rights. This is not far from the truth.

Look at Iran. The Iranian government beats and rapes women for showing their hair. It just slaughtered thousands of citizens simply for protesting. It gang-rapes female protestors, prior to their executions, because Islamist nuts believe this will keep them out of Muslim heaven. It fires missiles into other nations that have not wronged it (even those Muslim countries leftists seem to think are utopias). It is the world’s leading sponsor of terror. But leftists are out there on X and TikTok rooting for Iran, and our own journalists and government officials are calling for an end to what they call an illegal war.

To the left, everything Trump does and says is evil. Not just evil, but so evil, assassination and violent revolution are not merely justified, but necessary. They think he and all other conservatives are so bad, it is immoral to refrain from harming us.

They’re like Hamas, whose members glory in burning Jewish babies, raping Jewish women and men while mutilating them, and parading around Gaza (before cheering majority crowds) with the dead bodies of those they kill. Leftists see themselves as victims, and they believe everything they do to the rest of us is, if anything, far too lenient.

Imagine yourself in the back of a van, hogtied, on your way to Mexico to be sold. Somehow you get a hand free. Right next to you is a gun. No, let’s say it’s a new weapon that shoots pure sulfuric acid. Would you reach for it and spray it in the eyes and face of the driver, blinding him permanently, dissolving his features, and sending him into spasms of indescribable agony? Of course you would, because in a situation like that, any kind of violence is justified.

This is how leftists see themselves. I don’t mean leftist kidnapping victims on their way to be sold as sex slaves, not political prisoners, and not women who are raped by hijab police. I mean wealthy doctors, spoiled college students, business tycoons, rich journalists, billionaire and near-billionaire celebrities, and other seemingly pampered residents of the richest nation on Earth.

People who convince themselves they are victims can commit vile atrocities with great zeal and no regret. This is why Satan’s skin puppets constantly tell each other they are victims. He wants maximum cruelty, maximum effort, and no restraint. They agree with him. They are looking for excuses to commit acts of bald sadism.

America is full of people who are unhappy and want someone to punish. They don’t want to hear the truth, which is that God is waiting for them to submit so he can fix their lives. They don’t want to give up sexual sin, drugs, pride, and all their other vices, so they will never listen to the truth. They’re going to stay unhappy and find innocent people to blame and torment. It’s going to get worse, not better.

If you can believe a Caltech grad would trade his life for a chance to fake an attack on conservatives, there is no possibility you will ever start believing the truth about yourself or God, because you can’t learn anything. You are too far gone; too determined to be gullible in the wrong direction.

You will never believe Yeshua is God and that he will help you. You will never consider the possibility that the propaganda and the rodent morals you picked up from TikTok and Facebook are harming you. How can all those likes be wrong?

I keep harping on this: we do not believe what we know to be true. We believe what we want to be true. Doesn’t matter how smart we are or how much we know. It’s a simple fact of human nature. There is no limit to the absurdity of the things we can doggedly insist on believing. You can believe a man with a beard and a penis is a woman. You can believe you’re really a cat. Anything.

Yeshua told a true story of a rich man who was in sheol, burning because he had been an evil person. The man asked Abraham to send the dead beggar Lazarus to tell the man’s brothers about hell. Abraham told him that if they didn’t believe Moses and the prophets, they wouldn’t believe one who returned from the dead.

This is literally true. Yeshua brought another man named Lazarus back from the dead after he had been deceased long enough to rot, and what did the powerful religious Jews of the time do? They conspired to murder Lazarus.

We have contemporaries who have died temporarily and come back to tell us about God, hell, and heaven, and almost no one believes them. Yeshua was right.

We tell ourselves that if God did enough obvious miracles, we would believe and obey him, but it isn’t true. God did astonishing miracles for the Jews in the desert under Moses, and as soon as Moses turned his back, they stripped naked and started worshiping a golden calf. They didn’t believe God would help them, but they thought an expensive statue would.

The only way you can recognize the truth and hold onto it is to get help from the Holy Spirit, who is supposed to live inside you. Barring that, well, sure, Caitlyn Jenner is a man, and queers should support Hamas. Sure, Cole Allen agreed to charge the Secret Service, be shot at, and go to prison if he survived. It all makes perfect sense. You just have to connect those dots. Joy Reid will explain.

People have made themselves very hard nuts to crack, or, to use the analogy the word “tribulation” is based on, very hard grains to de-husk. This is why the rapture is upon us. The tribulation will be a time of harvest through terrible suffering. A few people will give in to God when they suffer enough, and they will be saved. Those who know God already (not Sunday-only Christians) won’t need to go through this, so the rapture will come first to take them to safety.

My dad received tribulation, in a way. He lost his mind and lost track of all his spurious arguments against God.

In 2015, when my dad’s mind was still pretty good, God told me he had cut him off. I had been praying for God to save him from dementia, but after God cut him off, I stopped. By the end of 2018, he was ready for an ALF, and he started considering the possibility that Yeshua was right. Soon thereafter, he ended up in a home, and I used to visit him and play Derek Prince videos. He received salvation with no prodding from me. It came as a shock, suddenly and unexpectedly. He said startling things that were prophetic. He started loving prayer.

One day I felt bad about not praying for his recovery, and I asked God if I could resume. I felt I had permission, so I prayed. The next day, my dad was sharp again. He was very angry. He was cursing the people around him. He said he had only pretended to accept Yeshua to make me happy, which wasn’t true. He gave up his salvation.

If he had died that day, he would have gone to hell.

I got him to agree to let me pray that God would do whatever had to be done so we would know the truth, whatever it was. The next day, his dementia was back, and so was his faith. He could not be saved without being humbled by dementia.

Many people–perhaps most–can’t be saved with all their blessings intact. I think that includes me. I would probably be a rich patent lawyer living a lukewarm life if I had not had some problems.

If your life isn’t going right, it’s probably your fault, and you need to start asking God for correction before things get worse.

Most Americans will never do that, and God is not going to waste time forever, preaching to swine. He is going to take his children and leave, and after that, the tribulation will serve as a last-ditch harvest combined with a sort of planetary flea dip.

To show how badly things are going, you only have to look at the leftists who made fun of Erika Kirk and Melania Trump this weekend.

Apparently, Erika Kirk broke down in tears during the attack. People thought that was funny. This is a woman who recently saw her husband shot dead in a similar attack, while their small children watched. She is not my favorite person, but where is people’s humanity?

As for the first lady, Jimmy Kimmel thought it was funny to call her an “expectant widow.” He said it before the attack. Conservatives are saying he was referring to continuing assassination attempts, although it is not actually possible to tell. He claims he was joking about the Trumps’ age difference. As if that’s okay, on national television, on a show intended for a general audience.

It’s okay to jokingly accuse a man’s innocent wife of hoping he dies soon so she can get his money, not even thinking about the fact that she and her children and stepchildren live every day under the threat of assassination, not just for their patriarch, but for themselves. That’s what Kimmel is telling us.

This is a woman who, like Erika Kirk, has already seen her husband shot once by a leftist. A human being would have thought about that before speaking, but Kimmel is now just a mouthpiece for demons.

The situation could not be more serious, and it is important for Christians to give up on trying to make the most of this life by fitting in. You need to be prepared for the millennium and the afterlife, because there is no hope for this age.

“Where is That Guy With the Doughnuts? HEY!”

In 2017, I was praying, and I heard this in my head over and over: “The hate is already here.”

What God was saying was that the kind of hate that caused Cambodian massacres and the murder of millions of Jews was already in place here in America. Millions of people, mostly on the left, were completely ready to murder the rest of us based on religious and political considerations. Not just murder, but Rape-of-Nanking-level atrocities. Butchering, rape, torture, and so on. They were ready to get started, but they were being restrained.

This is something Americans need to understand. Barbarism isn’t just for backward Muslims and crazy Africans. If it can happen in Germany and Austria–nations known for orderly behavior and high achievement–it can certainly happen in the United States.

We live in a country where a state elected an attorney general who said he wanted to shoot his election opponent as well as his minor children. Jay Jones of Virginia said these things, and although he said them before the election, Virginian voted for him anyway, making Virginians as a whole a hate group.

That is an amazing thing, and the fact that people haven’t played it up more is even more amazing. An entire state voted for murdering conservatives and their little children, and we aren’t talking about it every day and holding days of prayer and fasting.

This is not that new. Remember Ann Coulter’s Unhinged. And then there were the leftists who joked online about biting out a part of Michelle Malkin’s genitals, to nothing but approval.

Now another Democrat has tried to kill President Trump, and unlike previous Democrat assassins, he tried to kill every high-level administration official who was present at the function he interrupted.

According to Google Gemini, Trump is now, officially, the number one president on the list of assassination attempts. That includes Abraham Lincoln, who freed the slaves, burned Atlanta, oppressed the South, and had his military kill many thousands of Americans. I’m not knocking Lincoln, but he did those things, which means he should have had an army of enemies mounting assassination attempts every week. Trump is still in the lead.

Perhaps Lincoln would have suffered more attempts had Booth been as ineffective as the weak soy characters who have gone after Trump. That has to be admitted. But Trump hasn’t done anything even remotely comparable to what Lincoln did. No one should be bothering him at all, except for the usual yammering, posturing, baby-targeting, running-from-all-able-bodied-males Islamists.

Dan Bongino is expressing concern because these things keep happening, saying the nuts only have to get lucky once. And he’s right. This is especially true given the ineptitude of the Secret Service, which even assassins are now complaining about.

The latest assassin is Cole Tomas Allen, a high school teacher from California. Of course, he has a manifesto. What good would a psychotic left-wing assassin be without a manifesto? In his manifesto, he manifests righteous anger over the incompetence of the government employees (enough said) who were failing to protect his victims:

PS: Ok now that all the sappy stuff is done, what the hell is the Secret Service doing? Sorry, gonna rant a bit here and drop the formal tone.

Like, I expected security cameras at every bend, bugged hotel rooms, armed agents every 10 feet, metal detectors out the wazoo.

What I got (who knows, maybe they’re pranking me!) is nothing.

No damn security.

Not in transport.

Not in the hotel.

Not in the event.
FBI agents standing outside a residence.

Like, the one thing that I immediately noticed walking into the hotel is the sense of arrogance.

I walk in with multiple weapons and not a single person there considers the possibility that I could be a threat.

The security at the event is all outside, focused on protestors and current arrivals, because apparently no one thought about what happens if someone checks in the day before.

Like, this level of incompetence is insane, and I very sincerely hope it’s corrected by the time this country gets actually competent leadership again.

At least he’s not trans. That’s refreshing.

I think we should hire Hollywood screenwriters to run the Secret Service, because in the movies, government security agencies are astonishing. They have martial arts skills that would embarrass Anderson Silva. They can shoot flies out of the air. They have x-ray machines that see everything people have in their pockets. They speak every language without accents. They have remote access to every camera, computer, phone, and probably slide rule in the world.

In reality, we have a DEI squad. Subaru drivers whose main purpose is to show that girls can do anything. Except spot an assassin lying on a white roof in the sun or put a pistol back in its holster while someone shoots at the president. Or keep a liberal wimp with cheap weapons and no training from prancing past a security checkpoint beyond which sit the highest (unarmed) officials in our government.

There is video of Cole Allen mincing past the checkpoint at full tilt. It’s disgraceful. A pack of government employees (enough said) stand around and watch while he sashays by, and then they draw their pistols (not long arms as they should have had) and point them toward the wimp and the innocent crowd beyond him.

You need to see the video. Watch one of the agents struggle to get his pistol out. I’m a flabby, not-brave, untrained civilian, and I can have a pistol in your face in 1.5 seconds, tops. Complete with a little laser dot. That would be slow for me.

Why were they using pistols? Am I a genius because I’m the only person on Earth who knows pistols are only for people who can’t have long guns?

Maybe I should replace Hegseth. Is he sending Colt snubnoses up against rifles? Someone tell him my brilliant idea.

Wasn’t Jeff Cooper saying this in like 1750? Isn’t it obvious?

The agents who shot at Allen missed him entirely. That’s pistols and DEI for you. Allen is certifiably soy-based, and he managed to shoot an agent anyway, so 1-0 for him. With a cheesy pistol from the Philippines, which our liberal press has still failed to identify correctly, although they are totally qualified to lecture us about all things firearms-related.

Cole Allen was an educator (until recently), and he certainly educated people this weekend. He taught other psychotics how easy it is to get past the Secret Service with no training. Sure, they eventually stopped him, but he never should have made it past them.

He actually did much better, perimeter-wise, than John Hinckley.

Imagine if Jason Bourne or Wonder Woman had been there. Come on, Hollywood. Help us out. Have Demi Moore put on her tactical support hose and orthopedic combat boots, and send G.I. Jane.

As for DEI, it seems to hang heavy in the air around Allen.

Like the smell of blatant white supremacy at Bass Pro Shop.

Right after the shooting, the press made him look like a combination of Albert Einstein, Thomas Edison, and Nikola Tesla. Actually, Tesla hated Jews, so maybe he and far-left Allen had something in common.

When his home was searched, the press called it “his house.” It was a nice little home in a subdivision. Pretty good for a 31-year-old teacher. They said he was a Caltech engineer. He had won a competition to work on a project for NASA’s Jet Propulsion Lab. He was a video game designer. He was an inventor.

Allen is biracial. Let’s toss that in.

It appears he is really a failed engineer who may have gotten into Caltech following a paper bag test.

1. The house is his parents’ house, and he lived there.

2. He got a 3.0 as a mechanical engineer.

3. When he worked for JPL, he was part of a team, so the team won the job, not him. He may have been running for sandwiches for all we know.

4. He worked as an ME at an obscure company for a few years and then quit to do part-time tutoring. Yes, the exact career path a brilliant engineer with a six-figure job takes.

5. His video games have been described as “basic” and went nowhere. I have designed video game user levels. Am I a game designer? Better check before you offer me a job, and tell me what you want on your sandwiches.

6. His invention was a clumsy frame that was supposed to help wheelchairs brake, and it was made from PVC pipes he probably bought from Home Depot. He didn’t invent a self-docking rocket.

7. Genius engineers don’t teach high school. Who teaches? I’ll give you a hint. It’s not “those who can.” A good engineer may teach college students. He doesn’t do SAT prep or teach high school math.

I once qualified to teach physics for Kaplan. In about 1995, this position paid $15 per hour, if I recall correctly. It was not like I was in demand to run Livermore Labs.

I may be wrong, but it sure looks like a DEI assassin came up against a DEI Secret Service.

I have mixed feelings about DEI. When I counseled young black people about their educations, I told them to grab all the guilt money and line-cutting they could, as long as it was there and people like me were already being forced to pay for it. But it’s an immoral, racist, sexist process.

Now I have a biracial son, and DEI is going on the garbage heap. So I got to pay for it, but I’ll never benefit. Story of a white conservative’s life.

Fortunately, he will be very intelligent, and his parents will see to it that he is educated properly, not just rammed through one grade after another with marks based on his mother’s ancestry.

He’s not going to be like the young people I knew who got the silver spoon treatment and received admissions other people deserved, only to wash out in a semester because they couldn’t actually do anything.

Example: guy I knew was a star football player at a black public high school. He received a scholarship to St. Thomas University. He flunked out. He told me he didn’t know how to do anything. When he was at Norland High in Miami, he spent his days walking around the hallways, telling jokes. He didn’t even have to go to class. Still graduated. This is his testimony, not gossip. He spilled his guts to me. He was scarred by the whole business. Ashamed of it.

If he had gone to math class, maybe he would have known his chances of joining the NFL were infinitesimal.

As anyone could have predicted, leftist nuts responded to the shooting, immediately, by claiming Trump staged it. So he found a young man who was willing to post leftist junk on the web for years, before Trump was elected, and then try to kill a bunch of conservatives with no exit plan, guaranteeing a long prison term and making quick death highly likely. In exchange for…what? Seventy-two Republican virgins?

Easier to find than the liberal kind, I grant you.

The less-expected thing is that antisemitic conservatives, who have suddenly appeared in our society in large numbers, are pushing the same lie. Because Jews. We helped the Jews get rid of a regime that was working on nuclear missiles to shoot at the United States and which was already capable of hitting Europe. But…Jews. We just can’t help those Jews, because Epstein, the great noticing, and they put the blood of gentile babies in gefilte fish.

The same guys who wanted to soap Trump’s back in the shower are now calling him a tool of the International Jewish Conspiracy, and their conclusion appears to be that even if 95% of what he does is what they have been praying to Odin for for decades, he needs to be assassinated so he can be replaced by a rational president like Candace Owens or Tucker Qatarlson.

The hate is here, and while most of it is on the left and among Muslims, it’s also a big problem on the right now. And let’s not forget the more important and more fundamental problem that spawned it: the derangement. The things leftists, conservative antisemites, and serious Muslims believe cannot be believed unless mass psychosis is first put in place.

The reason mass psychosis is possible is that we failed to spread the Holy Spirit. He is the only one who prevents deception. Jews and Christians cut him out of religion, replacing him with silly rules and ludicrous rituals and idolatrous practices. As a result, most people are capable of believing anything. If you dare argue with me, I’ll bring up the millions of people who think Caitlyn Jenner, the male 1970’s sex symbol, is really a woman.

If you can believe that, well sure, the Jews run the world. They run it so well their worst enemies got all the oil, and the Germans and Austrians killed a third of them. They are clearly in charge. They should teach global domination classes because things have gone so well for them.

God has told me this: when human beings don’t make sense, the supernatural is involved. Natural stupidity and pride are impressive, but the stupidity and pride that come from demons are even better. If you think there is a Jewish conspiracy or that Christians are the biggest threat to America, you barely need to exist, because demons are doing all your talking and thinking. You’re just a skin puppet they need because if they talk in their spirit voices, human beings can’t hear them.

So to sum up, Cole Allen is a failure, not a genius, DEI is a catastrophe, our government security agencies are failing at things random sheriffs from Mississippi or even Mexican federales could handle easily, demons have succeeded in brainwashing humanity and making fools of us, conservatives are starting to be just as insane and dangerous as leftists and jihadis, and Jewish global hegemony is not going well at all.