“I’m Sorry, Dave. I Can’t Let You Get Groceries”

A reader left a comment that got me thinking. Are cars today better or worse than they were in the 1970’s?

Cars are safer now. Can’t argue about that. The also have more gadgets, like USB ports for music, DVD players, devices to heat and cool seats, recordable seat positions, and so on.

Cars are also faster now. Teslas are not even worth discussing in terms of comparison, because they’re faster than many professional drag cars. They also have high top speeds. You can buy a gas SUV that will take you to 185 mph now, just like Joe Walsh’s Maserati.

Cars go around corners better now. No doubt about it. My run-of-the-mill SUV, which appeared on the market about 13 years ago, corners far better than the Z28 I drove in high school, or that year’s Corvette.

Many parts in modern cars last a lot longer than the corresponding parts in old cars. Some things are much easier to maintain.

Now for the bad things.

The paint on modern cars is eco-garbage. It WILL peel off after about 7 years in the Florida sun, even if you wax it, wash it, treat it with every conceivable maintenance chemical, and cover it with kisses every night. It can’t be repaired. You can either paint your car, at enormous expense, or live with it. At the very least, you have to paint a panel, and the painter will not match the paint correctly.

Paint used to be permanent. Now it’s a consumable, like a spark plug or tire. If your car gets a lot of sun, you can expect to spend thousands of dollars before you’re ready to sell the car. The cost is about like replacing an engine.

The paint on old cars had no clear coat, so it could not separate into two layers. It lasted as long as the cars. If it got damaged, you could repair the area of the damage. If it got dull, you could buff it back up to a high polish. It’s cheaper and much less dangerous to apply. The new stuff causes life-threatening chronic asthma that never goes away.

New cars are impossible for owners to repair, apart from the basics, and many mechanics lack the mental horsepower to get up to speed on them. When they are able to figure them out, the repairs can be incredibly expensive because of the complexity and the way cars are jammed full of parts intended solely to improve mileage and emissions. A repair that might require an hour in a ’67 Impala might require pulling the engine in a 2023 car.

Modern cars are cramped inside. People love to say modern cars are actually roomier, but it’s not true. You can literally jump into the backseat of a 1970 sedan. Try that in my Ford Explorer, and you’ll end up in the emergency room. People used to have sex in their cars. Not possible now. When I was a kid, I used to lie across the rear windows of my parents’ cars, in what was called the parcel shelf. That shelf doesn’t exist now.

Modern cars ride very badly. Young people have been convinced that European cars were always better, which is not true, and that one thing that made them better was their superior handling. Now we make cars that handle better than they need to, and the price is a harsh ride with lots and lots of noise.

We stick low-profile rapper tires on cars moms use to take their kids to school. Those tires can’t absorb bumps, and when they hit large bumps, they can fail to protect the rims, which can be permanently destroyed.

Do you need a car with fantastic handling? No, you really don’t. Not unless you want a sports car. A 1970 Sedan Deville will go right around any curve in America if you’re anywhere close to the speed limit. Isn’t that how you drive 98% of the time? When you’re going to get groceries on a curvy road with a speed limit of 45, you’re not going to try to fly around curves at 65.

I owned a sports car, and I can tell you this: the time I spent putting it to the test amounted to less than 1% of the time I was in it, but the time I spent dealing with the ride and noise amounted to 100%.

A good ride and low noise are much more valuable for most people than European-inspired handling.

We forget that Europeans built cars and roads the way they did because they were unsuccessful, not because they were smart. They built narrow, winding roads, and their cars were light because they could not afford a lot of steel or gas. If they could have built Cadillacs and nice, wide roads, they would have.

America used to have extreme economic superiority, back before we started losing God’s favor by promoting sexual sin and every other type of evil. Now rich Asians buy our farmland because we can’t match their bids.

Here’s an interesting question: do modern cars get better mileage? The answer is: sometimes.

You can get a subsidized Prius and barely ever visit a gas station. On the other hand, my normal family car probably gets 15 mpg. I haven’t checked, because I have no incentive. I have to buy gas, and I have to drive, so there is no point in measuring my mileage. It would be like measuring the price of water.

I accelerate normally, which means not like an old lady, which is what you have to do in order to get the published figure of 20 mpg combined. No one gets car company’s published figures. They’re a joke.

My gorgeous 1970 Buick Electra 225 convertible had a 455 in it. That’s 7.46 liters, or more than twice the volume of my present engine. It was rated at 370 horsepower and 510 foot-pounds of torque. You can have a somewhat slow car with 370 horses, but if the torque figure is 510, it’s another story.

That car got 17.5 miles per highway gallon, at 70 mph. I checked it.

My boring Ford has about a thousand economy-related advancements in it, but it’s still pretty close to a 1970 455 in a glorious barge that made women swoon.

In terms of pleasure, the Buick and the Ford are in different universes. I felt like a celebrity every time I drove the Buick. I loved driving with the top down, especially on clear nights. Every time I approached it as I walked back to it in a parking lot, my spirit lit up.

When I approach the Ford, I think, “There’s a nice practical car. Thank God I don’t have more problems with it.”

I miss that Buick every single day of my life. It still hurts me that I lost it.

If somebody out there made a car like a Sedan Deville today, with the same nice ride, the comfort, and the giant trunk, combined with air bags, crumple zones, and ABS, I would be sorely tempted to get one. I think there would be waiting lists to the moon and back.

I’m thinking I may get rid of the Explorer and get a Toyota 4runner. This is a truck-based SUV, whereas the Explorer is half car and half truck. A real truck has body-on-frame construction, which is superior. You can work on a 4runner, because there is room around the engine.

The 4runner is more like an old car because it is an old car. It debuted in 1984. Through its generations, Toyota has been extremely slow to make changes. As a result, it is one of the most trouble-free cars in existence. Nearly everything that could have gone bad went bad years ago, and Toyota fixed it. Toyota has an obsessive model-improvement program even Honda can’t match. It approaches mental illness.

People put the 4runner down, saying it’s like driving a truck. I have a truck, and I love driving it, except for parking. The 4runner has high-profile tires, so surely it can’t have that driving-on-the-rims feeling nearly all ordinary cars have. It’s about the same size as an Explorer, so parking would not be harder. The Explorer is wider than other cars, and width is the main thing that makes parking difficult. The 4runner is 2″ narrower.

The Explorer is 191″ long, and a 4runner is 198″ long. My old Camaro, a small car for the time, was 198″ long.

People say the 4runner has a truck-like interior. “Bonus,” I say. I don’t know why that would be a disadvantage. Maybe it bothers men who wear women’s underwear and have a hard time opening jars. My truck has a truck-like interior, and it’s great. More comfortable than the Ford.

To get back to my theme, cars all look like suppositories now. They look like mints that have been sucked on for a while. Parallel evolution dictated by socialist nuts has made them all look alike.

Modern cars spy on you. Not all, but some. And they are starting to incorporate gadgetry that allows them to be shut down by other people, remotely. Cars record private data about their owners, and manufacturers sell it without permission. In the near future, if the left gets its way, the government and the manufacturers (and random criminals, possibly including rapists and wife-beaters) will be able to shut your car’s engine off from a distance.

Old cars don’t have that problem. We’re talking about a fundamental threat to liberty. If there is a schism between the states, who will the carmakers side with? Not conservatives. Not Christians. People in red areas will have to pay hackers to hack-proof the vehicles they paid for.

I would say cars are fundamentally worse now, but the safety upgrades are huge blessings. There is no reason those upgrades could not be incorporated in a car that’s actually a pleasure to drive and work on.

Questionable car expert James May says he doesn’t like old cars. He loves to rattle on about all the ways in which modern cars are better. Thing is, he’s rich, and most of the cars he has driven were handed to him, in perfect condition, by manufacturers who worked on them beforehand to make sure they were as good as they could be. He got to abandon nearly all of them before anything bad could happen.

It’s very different when you have to drive a car for 10 years, you have to pay for every repair, and the manufacturer sees you as an orange to be run through the juicing machine and discarded.

If James May had to pay $4000 for a water pump or $12,000 for new paint, he wouldn’t care. That’s like you buying a new shoelace. If one of his cars has a problem, he makes a call, someone comes around to get the car, someone brings it back fixed, and an inconsequential charge appears on his American Express Plutonium Card. He never has to touch a wrench or his savings. And what are the odds any of his cars have expired warranties?

Also, he drives on horrible, shoulderless British roads originally designed by the Romans for carts pulled by pigs. A real American car would occupy two lanes.

May is a leftist, so he can’t possibly fear having his car controlled by the establishment. He is the establishment. He doesn’t realize he’s a fascist. If our government starts bricking the cars of people who don’t believe in global warming or reject bizarre “pronouns,” he’ll probably be thrilled. I’ll bet he would have supported bricking for people who didn’t wear face diapers.

Many young people have no idea what riding in a real luxury car is like. They will never know what they missed. My dad had a 1985 Town Car, which was one of the last true luxury cars made. It was like riding around in an expensive hotel room. I loved it. No kid raised on Accords and Camrys will ever know that feeling. They’ll never know how it feels to be riding in the backseat of a car and turn around to face the person beside them. Do that in an Explorer, and you’ll tear an ACL. Your head will face one way, and your feet another.

I admit, the smaller cars of the past were worse than today’s small cars. They were just as cramped, and they had none of the advantages of modern cars. I would rather have my Explorer than a like-new 1970 Camaro or Cutlass. Economy cars like Mavericks and Vegas were actually insulting to buyers. Economy cars were almost always ugly.

I think the carmakers made them repulsive to shame buyers into buying more-expensive vehicles. I doubt anyone ever drove home from a showroom in a Vega, full of a sensation of triumph.

Maybe immigrants from poor countries.

The pleasure of driving a nice, big, powerful American car with high sidewalls and no emissions control. One more thing I got to experience that today’s kids can only dream about.

You are Smarter Than all of Ford’s Engineers

All sorts of nagging problems seem to be getting solved here. God’s grace in action.

My car has been annoying me. It’s a Ford Explorer. These cars have some really stupid–I mean seriously stupid–engineering.

1. They put a foam rubber cover on the engine. It has a very high R-value, so it’s like putting several inches of attic insulation on the motor. The general rule throughout the automobile age has been that you want your car to run hot enough to do its thing well, but no hotter. You don’t want to roast everything under your hood, like your expensive battery and all the weak modern plastic parts that eventually crumble after a lot of heat cycles. You don’t want to have to strain your cooling system to get rid of heat that would happily leave on its own if permitted. My car was designed so a rubber blanket would keep it hot while a complicated cooling system tried to get rid of the same heat. I have placed the engine cover where it can keep the garage floor warm.

2. They put the water pump–a cheap part that fails often because Ford makes junk on purpose–inside the engine. That sounds like something out of Dilbert, but it’s completely true. In about 1985, the water pump on my gorgeous 1970 Buick deuce-and-a-quarter convertible died, and with almost no mechanical skills, I replaced it by myself in an afternoon. The cost was probably around $30. The cost of replacing a Ford Explorer water pump can be as high as $4500 if you’re stupid enough to go to a dealer, and even private mechanics sometimes charge half that much.

Explorer engine pumps fail very, very often. So do their gaskets. The design is amazing. There are two gaskets, one inside the other. When your inner gasket fails, coolant goes out of the car through a hole between the gaskets. You’re supposed to see this even though it happens under the car. When the outer gasket fails, coolant goes into your oil pan.

Hey, I’m no engineer, but let me spitball here a minute. My car has about 8,000,000 sensors, most of which were a bad idea to install. Why not have a coolant level sensor instead of using ME as a sensor?

Why not use three gaskets? Why not 4? If you’re determined to go stupid, go big. Maybe a lot of Explorer engines with three bad gaskets and one good one would still be running.

You read the stuff about the oil pan right. Ford designed its water pumps to shoot coolant into the oil pans of running engines. Guess what you have to buy when that happens? Starts with an “E.” For “Edsel.”

My car is probably worth $18000. Cost of a new “E”? Call it $8000 if you’re really lucky. Then you have the same kind of engine that committed suicide once already.

3. The car has shutters on the radiator. What can you say about a feature that dumb? At highway speeds, they close. That means you also paid for a shutter motor and a bunch of electronics and programming. When they close, the drag coefficient of the car drops by about 0.01%, and you gain half a mile per gallon. Look it up. I’m not lying. This is Ford’s way of trying to cope with ridiculous mileage mandates which, ultimately, come from allowing women to vote. Don’t get me started. Although I already am.

What happens if the shutters close at the wrong time, which they obviously will, because there are trillions of Explorers, and that’s how probability works? The radiator won’t get air. Personally, I would rather lose the half-mile per gallon, since this car gets bad mileage anyway, and not bake everything in my engine compartment.

My car has been sending me false overheating signals. This is disturbing, because when it happens, all you can think is, “IF I DON’T PULL OVER IN THE NEXT MINUTE, IT WILL COST ME TEN THOUSAND DOLLARS.”

Lots of bad things can happen when a car overheats. You can lose an engine. You can get hidden damage that causes you to lose the engine later, long after you congratulated yourself on dodging a bullet.

The car started beeping on a very hot day while I was in a Burger King drive-through. I went in and ate, and when I came out maybe 15 minutes later, the car was miraculously cool. That’s not long enough for a car to cool down.

I started out of the parking lot, and the temperature gauge shot up. Too fast to make sense. I got out of the lot, and it dropped within maybe 15 seconds.

I checked the coolant level, it was low. I topped it off. The car behaved for a while. Then it beeped again while the wife and I were running errands.

I started Googling. I interrogated people on a forum. I thought I might be looking at a second thermostat replacement, and I considered using a cooler thermostat than the super-hot job Ford installed.

The coolant level dropped again, after one day, so I bought some fluorescent dye and a UV flashlight. If there was a leak, I would be able to find it under the hood.

I added dye. I drove around. I saw a lot of coolant spillage lighting up under the hood. It occurred to me that I might have spilled dye myself, so I hosed everything off, topped off the coolant, and ran errands on a blistering-hot day.

Nothing happened. The coolant level stayed high. I saw no leaks.

I can’t figure it out, but it looks like I don’t have a problem after all. Maybe the people who replaced the first thermostat left the coolant low, and over time, it got so low it messed with the temperature sensor. Maybe the coolant level dropped after I added the first dose because it was being sucked into the system.

I don’t know. I do know I was planning to take the car to a shop tomorrow, and now that’s off. I bought a third thermostat and some coolant and distilled water, so I plan to flush the system. I’m hoping the car doesn’t really have a problem.

I was actually starting to look at Toyota Highlanders on the web. The Highlander is supposed to be a better car. Every car has weak points, and the Highlander is no exception, but not every car has a water pump inside the engine. A water pump which is known to go bad frequently. Along with a timing chain which has a predicted service life of 100,000 miles.

A modern car should go 300,000 miles without major problems if maintained well, so what kind of fool makes a car with a 100,000-mile timing chain that costs thousands to replace?

A Highlander timing chain is very expensive to replace, but on the other hand, Toyota says there is no recommended interval, so that means they don’t expect it to fail at 100,000 miles. I don’t know what Ford says. I don’t feel like checking. I do know that people all over the web say it’s a maintenance part, like a spark plug or air filter, as contrasted with a lifetime part, like a rear differential.

A maintenance part. Deep inside your engine. It’s like doing a tonsillectomy through your butt.

I think I got my Makita cordless chainsaw fixed.

The saw was running dry. It has an oil tank like a gas saw, and it has the same sort of pump, sending oil to the bar and chain through a hole in the saw body.

I was afraid the $22 oil pump had failed.I took the bar off and cleaned a lot of crud out, hoping crud was blocking the oil. Better than waiting for a pump.

I ran the saw with the bar off to see if the pump worked, and oil dripped out of the saw body, as expected. It seemed like less oil than a gas saw would drip, but that is supposedly normal. I closed the saw up and used it to move an oak I felled by the driveway.

Today I looked at the saw and noticed that the bar was blue around the edges, which some people say is a sign the saw ran hot and toasted the steel. Others say bars are blue from the factory because they harden the edges where the chains run. I don’t know what the truth is.

I opened the saw up again and saw something amazing.

When cleaning saw oil passages up in the past, I have thought mainly about the saw bodies. Wood dust jams into the little slots the oil comes out of, so you knock it out with something and go on. Exactly what I did the first time I checked the Makita.

What I did not know was that fine dust and bar oil could harden and turn into something like wood filler or just plain concrete.

On the bar itself, I found little accumulations of hardened dust shaped just like the oil slot. When the saw was closed up, these accumulations pressed into the slot and sealed it up like a gasket.

I had to scrape the bar itself. It took a while. That stuff was hard.

I learned something. When you run a saw, before you do anything, floor it with the bar pointed at something. If oil doesn’t spray onto whatever you’re aiming at, fix the saw, because the chain is dry. You can have oil dripping from the bottom of a saw without getting any on the chain.

I have 5 saws on the premises right now. I have had so many saw problems, my former biggest saw has an old bar that has been run so little, it’s practically new. Another saw is actually new. The rest needed to be sharpened. I knocked that off.

I generally use files, but I decided to try Pferd sharpeners because they file not just the teeth, but the depth gauges, which are the pointy things between teeth. Gauges tell your teeth how deep to cut, and if you keep filing the teeth and not the gauges, you end up cutting with the gauges alone, and that’s not very fast.

Pferd sharpeners are almost exactly the same as Stihl sharpeners, but when I got mine, they cost way less.

Sharpening your saw is very important. A dull chain can make a 70-cc saw cut like a 30-cc saw, and if you don’t know it’s dull, you may think a bigger saw is the answer. You may spend money needlessly. Also, a dull saw can make a saw overheat, destroying the piston, cylinder, and maybe some other stuff. A small saw with a sharp chain is better than a big saw with the kind of chain most people use.

Speaking of things that are better than a big saw, I have a phenomenal tip for you, born of experience. Buy a cordless pole saw, not a chainsaw. You probably don’t even need a chainsaw. They’re only appropriate for firewood and thick trees. No one says this, but it’s 100% true, and it should be considered canon by now.

With a 10″ pole saw, you can cut trees 12″ thick. Not gracefully, but safely and effectively. You don’t need a 16″ chainsaw, the homeowner’s preferred size, unless you’re cutting bigger stuff.

With a chainsaw, you have to stand right next to what you’re cutting, and believe me, you will make mistakes when you try to guess which way things will go when you cut them. The farther away you are, the safer you are. With a pole saw, you can be 6 feet or more away from your stupid mistakes.

Most chainsaw tree-whacking injuries occur within a couple of steps of the cut, and if you have a pole saw, you’re already two steps away when you need to run. This is a very, very big deal no one talks about.

If you have a pole saw, you can cut things higher than your shoulders. “I’m already doing that.” Yes, I know. You’re an idiot. You never raise a chainsaw above your shoulders. What do chainsaws do when operators have problems? They fall. They don’t levitate and fly away. The lower a saw is when you use it, the better off you are, because less of you is where it may fall.

When you cut your leg off with a chainsaw, why does it happen? It happens because the saw was higher than your leg when you had your problem, and because a chainsaw is so short, you were able to keep your finger on the trigger while the bar was cutting you.

If you drop a pole saw, it’s pretty unlikely the bar will come near you on the way down. Cutting your leg with a pole saw is virtually impossible.

You’re supposed to wear safety chaps when you use a chainsaw. They really work, and no one uses them. They’re hot, and they look kind of gay. If you’re using a tool that can’t cut your leg, the fact that you refuse to wear chaps won’t be a problem.

Even safety experts have no issues with operating pole saws overhead. It’s what they’re for. You can even use one from a ladder. You never, ever use a chainsaw from a ladder.

A pole saw will always turn off when you let go of the handle, and you have to let go of the handle in order to get near the bar. It’s brilliant.

You also get less sawdust on you when you use a pole saw because it’s not ejecting things directly at you from one foot away.

If you go cordless, you will never need ear protection. That’s a huge bonus. Earmuffs cause painful headaches, they’re hot, they may eventually smell, and they’re disgusting because they’re filthy. And they don’t really protect your hearing well. With a big saw, you also need plugs.

Unless you’re cutting things over 12″ thick regularly, or you’re cutting firewood, you don’t need a chainsaw, even though they’re cool and you want one. You should get a 10″ Kobalt battery pole saw from Lowe’s for less than the price of a homeowner-grade Husky 16″ gas saw that plugs up with ethanol gas at least once a year. Get an extra battery. Do it, and you will almost never need to reach for a chainsaw.

It’s so much safer, it’s in a different safety universe. It’s cheaper. It works better. It’s easier on your back. It can do lots of things a chainsaw can’t do. It can do nearly anything a chainsaw can do.

You won’t even have to adjust the chain. The saw does it for you.

You want it.

I have a tree crew coming this week to do major cutting and moving so I will never need hurricane insurance again. They need places to dump wood for burning, and they need to be able to get to the back of my shop, where some of the worst trees are.

I had two big piles of trash wood waiting to be burned, so yesterday, I called for a permit. They told me I could not have one. They said dispersion was too low. What?

I found out this meant there was not enough wind to disperse the smoke, and they were worried that soy people might get a widdle cough.

They said I could take a $50 course and become a second-level burn pile guru, and then they would give me permits when other people could not get them. I checked online. No courses were available. NICE.

Help me understand why being a burning expert should entitle you to burn more wood than other people. It produces the same amount of smoke. It must be a gimmick to direct money to the government or some contractors who bought the government some escorts.

Look how smart old people are. A young person would still be wondering.

Being old means you know how the world really works. This is one of the best parts of being old. And one of the worst.

I called today before 7 a.m., thinking they were more likely to be nice to me if I showed I was serious. They told me it was too early, so I called again at 7. I got a different person. Not the masculine-sounding lady who had been so terse and authoritative in the past and probably wears plaid shirts. Yes, I’m insinuating something. Just a guess.

The lady I got could not have been nicer. Same weather, but I got my burn permit anyway.

Now I have two smoldering circles of ash, and I won’t have to sacrifice pasture needlessly for extra piles.

I took the tractor out and moved all sorts of junk from behind the shop. My bush hog. Two rolls of fence wire. A bunch of treated lumber. A hay bale spike. A subsoiler. My debris fork. My tractor bucket. A harrow. Now there’s lots of acreage back there so they can get their machines in.

I was afraid I would need my truck because of the car’s problems, and it has refused to turn over. I finally decided to address it. I am charging the batteries up, and I checked the wiring. Yes, the horrible squirrels have nibbled a bit, but not enough to prevent the truck from running.

I think I have a ground issue, so I’m going to clean and grease every ground that looks relevant, and I’m hoping to get the truck going by Wednesday.

I also decided to check out a problem I had been dreading dealing with. My truck’s 4WD shift has been swinging freely as though it were not connected to anything. I got under the truck, and guess what? It’s not connected to anything.

Remember what I said about stupid engineering? Dodge makes these trucks so the transfer linkages fall out with no warning. A linkage is a funny-looking rod, and it has two weak bushings at the ends. The bushings WILL fail even if you don’t use the transfer case, and when they do, the linkage goes away without telling you, perhaps hitting the car behind you as it tinkles and bounces down the interstate.

I have parts ordered. I’m thinking of finding a way to make sure the linkage can’t fall out again. Dodge’s engineers couldn’t do it, but I can, because IT’S REALLY SIMPLE.

Dodge wants something like $60 for the parts, but the Chinese sell basically the same thing for $15. They’re all over Amazon because THEY FALL OUT ALL THE TIME AND DODGE CAN’T FIGURE OUT HOW TO STOP IT.

I looked up my Harley’s value, and I plan to put it on Craigslist so I can get the truck indoors away from squirrels. The title is around here somewhere, and as soon as I find it, goodbye, Softail.

I also found myself and my wife better car insurance. By going from GEICO to State Farm, we can cut over 50% from our bill and get nearly the same coverage. Insurance rates are insane. One company wants x. Another company wants 0.5x. Another company wants 3x. A 4th company will not insure anyone in Florida, for no clear reason. Rates bear no relationship to reality that I can perceive. I guess we’ll switch tomorrow.

Things are coming together. With God’s help, the car won’t blow up, the tree job will go smoothly, the truck will roar again, and my chainsaws will again be useful as well as ornamental.

You Can’t Stand Bad Company Forever

When I pray these days, I often complain to God about having to live in this world. I don’t blame him for anything. I just want someone to vent to. I keep telling him, “I hate this place.” I keep telling him he has been right about everything. The state of the world proves it over and over.

My life is excellent. I have health, prosperity, a wonderful wife, and a home pretty far from most of the vicious, demonized, leftist and Muslim nuts who are sincerely looking forward to a chance to kill every person like my wife and me. I enjoy life a great deal. I’m extremely grateful, because I know my blessings are extreme. But I will never feel at home here while demons rule the world. I always say it’s like I went to a Mexican resort for a luxury vacation and was not allowed to go home.

The Bible says Lot was in a similar situation. It says:

[B]ut he rescued Lot, a righteous man who was distressed by the debauchery of those unprincipled people; for the wicked deeds which that righteous man saw and heard, as he lived among them, tormented his righteous heart day after day.

I am not calling myself righteous, but I have some awareness of right and wrong. Enough to make the spectacle of the modern West revolting to me, every day. Enough to make me understand how much worse it will get.

Living on this earth is like living on a somewhat clean platform in the middle of a tank full of feces, urine, pus, menstrual fluid, dead bodies, rotten fish, and every kind of filth imaginable. The platform may be a big blessing, but you’re still in a bad place.

The other day I realized I should not say that I hate this place. The place is not the problem. A place can’t be good or bad. It’s the people.

I hated Miami because the people were rude and trashy. I could not wait to get out. What if the people were nice?

Miami has a magnificent bay and barrier islands. It has quick access to Gulf Stream fish. In a couple of hours, you can take a boat to the Bahamas. There is never any snow or ice. It’s sunny, and the sun improves people’s moods. It’s easy to grow fruit and ormamental plants there. Put the right people there, and it would be very nice.

What if you took all the Swiss and put them in Dade County, Florida, and you moved everyone in Dade to Switzerland?

Miami would be wonderful. People would get along. The economy would be fantastic. Crime would be almost nonexistent. The educational system would be tops. Switzerland, on the other hand, would be mostly ghetto, and everyone there would hate each other, because they hated each other where they came from. Crime would explode. The murder rate would skyrocket. Tourism would plummet.

God showed me this: I should not complain about a place. I should complain about the power and presence of the wicked. Where the wicked are few and weak, things are good. Where they are many and dominant, you end up with something like Somalia or San Francisco. Places where decent people are unhappy and persecuted, and the filthy are rewarded and promoted.

We hear a lot about genocide these days. From liars. Liars keep making the insane claim that Israel’s actions of self-defense are genocide.

Unlike Gazans, Israel and the Jews are truly threatened with genocide, and genocide is the openly-stated aim of their Muslim enemies. It’s not a conspiracy theory. It’s clearly true. The interesting thing is that genocide really is in the works from our side, but it will come from God, not his children or the Jews. God himself is going to clear the majority of those who hate Yeshua off the planet. He won’t send us out with ridiculous AR-15’s with skulls engraved on the magazine wells. He’ll do it personally, with the help of angels. He’ll also let the wicked kill each other off. He’ll even let animals kill them. That’s in the Revelation.

Eventually, God is going to decide he and his children have had enough of the presence and power of the wicked, and he will get rid of them and put the cleansed world back in our hands.

Genocide against the wicked is inevitable, because the mere presence of evil people and spirits is unsustainable for everyone else. It can’t be tolerated forever. Similarly, those who are against us are not looking for coexistence. They want us gone. Dead. Not just dead, but erased from history. Many religious Jews pronounce this curse on Yeshua: “May his name and memory be blotted out forever.” That came from Satan. Satan wants it for Yeshua and all those who are important to him. This is why Holocaust-deniers, and those who claim ancient Israel was not Jewish, exist.

It’s the people and the spirits. They ruin the world. When they’re gone, the world will be like a big petting zoo. Even animals will get along. Finally, the dream of leftists will be actualized: a vegetarian world. But they will be elsewhere.

I know what it is to have unbearable people removed from my life. My sister is the biggest example. It’s not enough to have peace with her. Having to interact with her is intolerable. The constant flow of lies, slanders, and emasculation can’t be tolerated. I can’t coexist with someone who pits everyone against me and tells lies to people who like me. She can’t be permitted to have a conversation with my wife. It would be like putting my wife on the phone with Hannibal Lecter.

My sister can’t be near me. I can’t have dealings with her. I’ve had enough. Having her in another state and not communicating with her are enormous blessings. She will probably die before I do, and I will not go to her funeral. She makes every interaction a source of persecution to me.

The children of Satan, on a large scale, are the same way. The worse and more numerous they get, the more they need to be gotten rid of. I understand why hell was created. There is no other solution.

Hell is full of beings who are against God, and even there, seeing where being hateful put them, they are still vile and sadistic. They could be trying to unite and make the best of it, but the fallen spirits torture dead human beings around the clock, for no constructive purpose. They literally make hell worse.

If there is a nice thing about hell, it’s this: there is no way for the dead to get here from there. The people who are there now will never, ever bother any of us again.

I keep praying for God to set his children aside in places where they are concentrated and dominant. I ask him to drive out the wicked and give their land and wealth to his children in these places. I ask him to keep the plagues of this time off these places. I say that if curses have to come, they should fall on places where he has been rejected openly, like New York City and Japan.

I want us to have some peace and comfort in places where we are improved and blessed while waiting to be extracted. Let the children of Satan torment each other, far away, if they have to be hateful. They can’t be saved, but maybe they can be kept away from us.

Has Anyone Seen my 56 Million?

The other day, I was confused about some things somewhat-conservative actor Tom Selleck said, and I wrote about it. He lives on a 63-acre avocado farm in California, and at the age of 79, after a very successful acting career (for a conservative), he says he may have to sell his farm in order to finance a pleasant old age.

Thomas Magnum, the eighties pinup man, is 79. About as old as Biden. Can you believe it? He’s not in the same boat, though. Biden looks like his father or even grandfather. I wonder how old Higgins is. I’ll check. The actor who played him would be 91 today. Zeus and Apollo have been dead since no later than 1995.

I looked up his taxes, and I found out he pays about a thousand dollars per acre per year, which is bad, but not shocking. My dad’s home near Miami had a tax bill not far from half that high one year, and it’s a merely somewhat above average home on half an acre. Thank God that place is gone. What a horrible area. Living in that miserable place is bad enough, but then they force you to pay an amount equal to a living wage in exchange for the privilege of suffering. I can’t understand the people who bought that house.

I wondered how Selleck could be worried about his finances given the money he has made, the value of his property (about $12 million), and the fact that he will almost certainly die within 15 years. His kids are grown. Even a reverse mortgage should keep him up in fine style, and surely he has assets other than his home.

Well, someone in Hollywood got mad at Selleck and criticized him for complaining. This person says he was paid $56 million over the last 14 years for his work on a CBS series. Maybe I’m easily impressed, but that seems like a lot of money to me.

Unless he has a drug addiction or a gambling problem, he should have been able to pocket over $20 million, even in California, even after paying his agent. That’s just the last 14 years. Doesn’t include Magnum, P.I., his movies, or his ad work.

I don’t know, man. I’m starting to wonder about this guy.

Maybe he doesn’t realize he will be dead by 2040. He has already exceeded the average American life expectancy, and he is about 7″ above average height. Tall people don’t live as long as short people. If he can support himself for 15 years, he’s okay.

I remember telling my dad he needed to get professional help with his weight, and he would always say his grandfather lived to be 100. That was true, but his grandfather didn’t drink and weighed about 140 pounds. My dad started to lose it noticeably at about 82, and he died in assisted living when he was not far into his 88th year, at the age of 87. His older sister had the same grandfather, and she died at 84. She was huge.

My mother’s father didn’t think realistically about age, either. He rented a farm to a 68-year-old man with the provision that the man could stay as long as he lived. When he was questioned about this, he said, “That old man can’t live long.” My grandfather was 72.

I think I’m pretty realistic about being old. When I think about taking up a new pastime, I think, “I’ll be dead before I get anywhere with it.” I have thought about planting trees here, but barring the rapture, they will still be small and useless when I die. When I work in the yard and I get tired, I go in the house, leaving branches and leaves and whatever on the ground if I have to. I’m not going to die for yard work. Heat exhaustion is something old people can’t play with.

When I put heavy things on high shelves, I wonder if I’ll be strong enough to take them down if I ever need them. I take that into account.

Regarding Selleck, maybe he has spent a lot of money enjoying life. Maybe he has put millions in trust for his two grown kids, where he and his wife can’t get it. I certainly hope he has arranged for his kids to be rich without work. That’s what you’re supposed to do. You’re not supposed to stuff yourself like a turkey and then die poor.

If every generation in a family has to start with nothing, it’s a stupid family. Inheritance is supposed to help people not to have to have the same problems their ancestors did.

We don’t force new generations to come up with their own languages, writing, and science. We don’t burn all the books every 20 years. We treasure and protect these things and do our best to pass them on. No one ever says, proudly, “No one gave me electrical engineering and medicine. I figured it out for myself!” But fools love to say, “I’m a self-made man!” Like it’s great that their parents and ancestors were also fools.

Money is no different from other good things. It should be passed along, and so should the ability to make and handle money.

Inheritance is one of the big differences between advanced cultures and backward cultures that amounted to nothing. Africans and American Indians didn’t preserve knowledge through writing. They didn’t build things that lasted so their descendants could use them. They didn’t amass wealth and pass it on. They managed to go millennia without developing technology. As a result, they ended up living like cave men while people in other places had running water and calculus. They died from diseases that can be prevented by wearing shoes and boiling water. When advanced people showed up where they were, they were running around just about naked, and they didn’t have things like chairs. They were worse than children.

The wealthy people who didn’t have to work to get wealth make up a tiny percentage of Americans. That’s disgraceful. The grandchildren of most wealthy people have to build their own wealth, and many of them have nothing. If your grandchildren end up worse off than you, what was the purpose of making yourself rich? Was it just to make your own life better?

Americans are hypocrites. They really hate heirs, but nearly all of them want their children to be heirs. We love making fun of wealthy people who have problems, but we all want to be wealthy.

Wealth is good. It is completely good. It has no bad qualities. Christians have given it a bad name, and that’s ridiculous. Saying wealth is bad is like saying health is bad. Good looks are bad. Nice weather is bad. It’s idiotic. God himself says wealth is good. In the Bible, he promises it to people who please him. Would he reward people he likes with a curse? Of course not. Wealth is only a curse when you make it a curse. Your nature is the problem.

Giving heirs things is very good. Spoiling them is not. Two different things. Wealth can’t spoil anyone. We all know or know of rich heirs who are not spoiled, and prisons and poor ghettos are full of the most spoiled people in America.

I certainly hope the Sellecks have set their kids up.

What if he gave most of his earnings to charity, and he hasn’t said anything? That would be better than wasting it on yachting vacations, Hermes, and Balenciaga.

Looking around, I see the web says Selleck has had other homes. In 2016, he was featured in Architectural Digest, a magazine devoted to showcasing homes owned by extremely self-indulgent people with sick fringe values. The article says he had an 1800-square-foot apartment in Los Angeles, and he covered the walls with expensive paneling. He and his wife brought in very, very expensive professionals to fix the place up. They spared no expense.

They will never get that money back. Most of it is not an investment. Spending tons of money decorating a house generally will not pay off. The furniture will be removed, and the kind of people who buy fancy homes will want to remove a lot of what was done and replace it.

I fixed up a house and sold it, and it was a terrible idea. If I had sold it as-is, I would be a lot better off today. I sold another one with problems, and it was a much smarter decision. House flippers only make good money when they get good renovation work, cheap. Most of us aren’t in their shoes. Contractors generally treat their clients badly, costing them huge sums of money and wasting valuable months. If you want to live in a torn-up house and be your own general contractor, it’s different, but Tom Selleck wouldn’t do that.

In the article, he speaks lovingly of a table in the apartment, saying it used to be used for slaughtering pigs. If your grandfather made a table, I can understand why you would love it, but the pig story sounds exactly like what a designer would say in order to get you to make a sucker purchase.

“In this very chair, Vin Diesel read the script for Fast & Furious 6.”

Selleck lived in Hawaii for a long time. That’s expensive. Everything except pineapples and sand has to be brought in on boats or planes. I don’t know how many homes he had there, but one is pretty nice. The address is 4161 Akulikuli Terrace, in Honolulu. You can see a video of it below.

Does he still have the L.A. place? If so, he is paying the state serious money.

Even if, by some unforeseen fluke, I become extremely wealthy, I will never have a home in Architectural Digest, nor will I ever pay a decorator. I made a decision. I decided my home would be usable. We expect to have kids. We will have guests. I have a parrot. We can’t have really, really nice things, and I don’t want them anyway. Things have to serve me. I can’t stand serving things. If I can’t sit on a couch without taking a shower first, I don’t want it.

We will have pretty good furniture. We will make a pretty good effort to make the downstairs look pretty good. Upstairs, I have a fairly cheap couch and a recliner no woman would own, and only one of the beds has a headboard.

I have a Ford and a Dodge. Both were bought used. The newest one is 9 years old. I may replace the Ford with a Toyota because the Ford I have has a reputation for turning into a money pit after a certain number of miles, but if I buy a Toyota, it will be at least a year old.

I think we will continue to live very well by global standards, even without Selleck’s earning potential, and I don’t think we will have to move. If you have a nice house, good food, good medical care, and somewhat nice stuff, you are rich as far as I’m concerned.

It looks like Tom Selleck has spending problems, not money problems.

My grandfather may have been worth what Selleck is now, in terms of buying power, and he lived in a nice, comfortable house that was kept up perfectly. He drove Buicks from his car dealership, bought at cost. He wore his pickup trucks out. He got his clothes from department stores in Lexington, Kentucky. He didn’t have a wine cellar or a tennis court. I would guess he never flew first class in his life.

He didn’t worry that he might have to move out of his house. When his television went out, my grandmother told the people at the store to bring another one, dismissing their concerns about her ability to pay, saying, “We’ve got enough money to burn a wet mule.”

He was generous with other people. He helped his children when they didn’t deserve it or show him gratitude. He didn’t spend his money on decorators so he wouldn’t feel bad when shallow rich people showed up for expensive parties he never threw. He left some money and land behind when he died, and so did his wife.

I think he handled his money very well. He was probably the only person in Eastern Kentucky who subscribed to The Value Line, and read and understood it, in the 1950’s.

My dad bought a lot of real estate, and he did some investing. He could not match my grandfather, but he wasn’t like some of his partners, who had to spend every dime they got before they got it. He never talked about having to move out of his house, and he eventually became very concerned about making sure what he had went to me smoothly. He could have had a new Mercedes every year, but he chose to fund his future, and that of his descendants, instead.

Any couple that can’t find a way to live well until they die, on what must amount to at least $30 million, is doing something wrong. With that kind of wealth, you can take two very expensive vacations per year, wear excellent clothing, drive very nice cars, and live on an avocado farm. You should be able to get excellent help when you become feeble. I’m sure of it. Maybe you can’t have three or four mansions, and you might have to shop at normal malls sometimes, but lots of movie stars shop at malls that don’t have Neiman-Marcus or Bulgari.

Selleck will be dead by 2040. His wife will be dead by 2055, tops. They’ll both be fine if they show even below-average restraint.

Ostentation is sinful. Spending to be accepted by trashy rich people is wrong. It stirs up resentment among people who have less. It makes you think you’re better than you are. It lands you among empty, disgusting people. It sucks money away from better causes. You can have an incredibly cushy life without making a spectacle of yourself and spending in order to obey your insecurity.

Ostentation is partly aggression. It’s a way of insulting others. The Bible says that if you mock the poor, you insult God himself.

I just happened to run into an article about Antonio Brown, who was apparently an NFL player. The article says his career earnings were about $80 million. Wikipedia says he signed contracts amounting to well over $100 million, and that doesn’t include earnings off the field. Now his net worth is negative, and his earning potential is not much better.

He’s not a smart guy, so he can’t run out and get another high-paying job. Football was all he could do, at least for more than $20 an hour. It’s a horrific story. Imagine making $80 million in about 12 years, losing all of it, and then having to think about how long it would take to make that much money with your other abilities. In his case, it’s about 2000 years. That is the actual figure.

He’s a friend of Kanye West. West has a very shaky sports agency firm called Donda Sports, and Brown is the nominal president. Brown appears to be nearly illiterate, though, so it’s not clear whether he can actually perform any duties. Maybe West will pay him a lot anyway. But if he does, Brown will lose it. It won’t help.

I understand the desire to spend money on fun things, and I have certainly wasted money, but you have to have some sense of proportion. If your net worth is two million dollars, and the Lamborghini you want costs $1.5 million, it doesn’t mean you can afford it.

I can waste money, but I don’t understand insane spending.

Give me a billion dollars, and I’ll get my pickup truck fixed up really well, I’ll move to a nice rural property in Tennessee, and I’ll probably get some better heavy equipment, used. A bigger tractor and an excavator. I’ll have trouble-free appliances. If I travel long distances, I’ll definitely go business class, because long flights in coach are very unpleasant. I’ll get survival supplies and a generator. Nice stuff for the wife, but not too nice. Can’t think of much else.

Prime steaks more often. I would do that. Beef is a luxury in Biden’s world. I would probably get a lawn service. I would want an air-conditioned workshop for sure. That’s like $45,000. I’d quit buying all forms of insurance not required by law.

I really like the shoes and shorts I wear. I like Hanes T-shirts for about $3 each. I could see getting a good horsehide jacket not designed for motorcycling.

No boats. Been there. No planes. No vacation homes. Absolutely no club memberships. No jewelry for me. Jewelry on men is effeminate. No servants except maybe a maid to come in weekly. No ridiculous assistants to stand between me and commoners. No bodyguards. No entourage. No public giving of any kind. It’s ostentation.

I’ll tell you what. A comfortable home in Tennessee, all my bills paid, good food, good vehicles, zero concerns when buying things like tires and refrigerators…what else could you want?

Then I could invite Architectural Digest in to photograph my synthetic area rug from Lowe’s and the good downstairs recliner.

I’m not great with money, but I don’t see myself auctioning off private planes and gold chains to pay my creditors. I should be able to avoid getting a real job. I hope so. If I ever have to sell this farm, it will most likely be because I am too old to maintain it personally.

I hope I continue to improve, increasing my income and net worth while having the privilege of giving effectively to people who need help.

The Real “Big Tent”

Yesterday I got some more revelation. It was not pleasant.

We’re always pushing for God to do something about the world. Open people’s eyes. Change their hearts. Give them ears to hear. Show them how good he is.

He’s already doing all those things. He’s God. He’s not lazy. He’s not incompetent. He knows what to do. Whatever he’s doing, it’s the best possible thing. It always has been.

We are the problem. The people who will not listen and the slum spirits that are already permanently lost and headed for the flames.

I was thinking about how evangelism had slowed down. The results these days are tiny compared to other centuries. It’s like we’re scraping cake batter out of a bowl after pouring the bulk out into a pan. Not much is happening.

Christians deny this with bad evidence. They say the church is growing in this country or that country. They’ll say they saw some guy hosting a big altar call somewhere. That’s denial. You can’t compare things like that to what used to happen.

Paul wandered around on foot before cameras and microphones and the printing press and reached about half of the Mediterranean coast. The charismatic revival reached hundreds of millions. We don’t see anything like that these days. It’s just a trickle. No new countries are opening up, and the ones that used to know God are attacking Christians for criticizing filthy, disgusting male perverts who want to dress up in women’s underwear and teach children in schools.

I was talking to God about how nearly everyone had rejected me when I told them things he had showed me. At Trinity Church in Miami, “Pastor” Rich Wilkerson held secret meetings about me to find out what I was up to and whether I was leading people away from his horrible church. At New Dawn Ministries, pedophile rapist “Pastor” Albert Santiago and his wife told people they were not allowed to associate with me or be my friends. My crime was that I exposed the prosperity gospel, which keeps people poor and keeps them from getting to know God.

I have had some squabbles with unbelievers, but at least 95% of my problems have come from Christians. Pastors and volunteers.

Some people have said I was too blunt, so it was my fault. It was never my fault. When people don’t want to hear the truth, it doesn’t matter how you present it, and when they love the truth, they will love harsh correction. Who was more blunt than Yeshua? Unlike him, I never stood in front of exalted religious leaders and told them they were sons of hell.

Was it his fault so many prominent Jewish priests and scribes went to hell?

While I was talking to God, I started finding myself imagining what it’s like for him. I imagined myself above the world, looking down on a filthy cloth suspended over it, between me and the earth at a considerable height. Imagine a dark brown cloth stained with blood, feces, urine, menstrual fluid, and every other disgusting thing. It completely blocked people’s view of the heavens. It was a thin, hollow ball that surrounded the planet.

Somewhere under the cloth were the people of the world, and my daily task was to try to talk to them through the cloth, which they had put up by choosing Satan over me.

I realized this was a picture of the fig leaves and the veil in the temple.

When Eve, a witch, feminist, and drug user, gave Adam, the first male feminist and beta, a drug to expand his consciousness, they both became aware of sin, and what was the first thing they did? They covered themselves up. They did not have cloth, so they used leaves which they picked, doing work with their hands. They knew it was not safe to present evil to God.

To rigid people, it may sound wrong to call the forbidden fruit a drug, but that’s what it was. Most popular recreational and ritual drugs come from plants. Tobacco, marijuana, heroin, cocaine, LSD, psilocybin, and mescaline are examples. There are lesser-known drugs that are literally fruit. Coffee comes from a fruit. Eve’s fruit altered minds.

Adam and Eve were supposed to fall on the ground, remain exposed, and beg forgiveness. Instead, they tried to hide their shame from the one who sees everything, and then when he came to them, they lied to him. They made excuses and denied fault.

Excuses are lies. God told me that.

God gave them animal skins to replace the leaves, because there is no remission of sin without the shedding of blood.

Think of the temple’s veil.

The holy of holies was the place where God’s presence was concentrated. The ark was a seat where he could sit, between two cherubs. The same cherubs that walked with him when he visited Abraham. They destroyed Sodom and Gomorrah. The same cherubs that appeared at his tomb when he was resurrected after being murdered by religious Jews and their pagan masters and accomplices.

The temple had several areas. The outer court was open to everyone, even gentiles, except for menstruating women. The inner court was for Jews only. There were areas that were only for priests. The holy of holies was a small area behind a huge woven veil, and only the high priest could go there, once a year, to atone for the sins of the Jews on Yom Kippur.

The veil was no ordinary cloth. It was as thick as the width of a human hand, or about 4 inches. It always had dried blood on it because of the sacrifices. It would have been pretty dirty. It smelled. When Yeshua died, it was torn in half, from the top to the bottom. No human being could have done that. It would take internal combustion or hydraulics. Horses, at least.

The veil separated that which was holiest from that which was less holy or profane.

It served the same purpose as the leaves and the animal skins. People on one side of the veil were safe. If they went to the other side without preparation, they would be killed by divine fire.

When the veil was torn, it was a picture of a hymen being pierced. The man of the house was entering the body of the wife, symbolically. The high priests who had entered the holy of holies for generations were showing what Yeshua would do, as the only real high priest, as he was murdered. Only his blood could purify the temple.

The temple represented the Jews themselves. The proper and intended bride of the Messiah. Most of them rejected him, and gentiles took their places.

We use clothing to hide things. It’s disgusting to talk about, but we all know it. Every one of us has a crotch that produces things no one wants to see or smell. Clothing hides these things, absorbs them, and keeps them off of things like furniture.

Clothing makes us look better than we would naked. Most of us look fitter, stronger, and more beautiful with clothes on. This is even more true when we get old. No one stays beautiful. Nobody wants to see Jane Fonda’s body now.

The cloth I saw was like the veil and like clothing. It was a fabric woven of threads of denial. Excuses. Pride.

We deny our sins. We call them good deeds. We attack and slander God, saying the things he wants from us are actually evil. This is the person who told the Jews to execute sodomizers and witches. How can he be good? He wants to kill our cute, snarky wedding planners and hairdressers. He wants to kill nice ladies who read our palms and do our astrological charts.

Many of us, when we become Christians, twist Christianity to accommodate our preexisting, evil natures. This is where the prosperity gospel comes from. We want money. We don’t want to repent. We want to believe we get salvation that can’t ever be lost, just for one altar call.

We’re supposed to appear naked, figuratively, before God, but instead we hold onto our soiled underwear and hold it between him and ourselves like a shield. It deflects all that troublesome correction.

In Zechariah, the prophet saw Yeshua standing before the throne of Yahweh, clothed in a filthy robe. It is described as filthy, as with excrement. Not stains from spilled soup. The Bible says our own righteousness is like used menstrual rags.

Our God himself appeared in a robe caked with our feces. Yahweh forgave him, because he had never sinned, and he commanded the spirits to bring Yeshua fresh clothes.

The Bible itself confirms that sin is like a garment stiff with feces.

I am very frustrated because Christians reject the best things God shows me. Well, that just means I get a small taste of what God puts up with. He’s up there on the other side of the feces and menstrual fluid barrier, watching people march to destruction with their hands over their ears.

It’s normal. I should not have the feeling that something unusual is happening. This is how human beings have always been, and they will never be any different. Even during the millennium, when there are no evil spirits on the earth and Yeshua is here in the flesh, people will continue to sin and think they’re better than God.

This shows what pride looks like to God. A stiff garment reeking of urine, feces, dried blood, menstrual fluid, mucus, semen, sweat, sebum, pus, and every other disgusting thing. Things that come from the flesh itself. This is what homosexual activists are waving in God’s face every day. Their flag. The more colors they add, the more it looks brown. No wonder.

Preachers preach as though rejection of God proved there were something wrong with the church. That’s not quite right. It’s true that bad preaching drives people off unnecessarily, but Yeshua himself came down and preached perfectly, and he was still rejected by nearly all Jews who heard him.

The closer you get to God, the smaller your circle gets. That’s why the holy of holies was smaller than the inner court, and the inner court was smaller than the outer court.

Pride is the very worst iniquity, because it protects all the others. It’s better to be a humble rapist than a proud homosexual priest who feeds the poor. The rapist can change and be forgiven. The priest will die guilty and burn.

God told me pride was a fence we put around our sins, to protect them.

I hope this is informative to anyone who can accept it. Maybe understanding your world will help you be less disturbed by it and by the fact that it won’t be long before you are separated from most people you know and they are sent to burn. You can’t help them.

Stop Being a Fruit and Buy Man Tools Before It’s Too Late

Cutting up fallen trees is maybe 95% of my tree work. On this property, they fell themselves due to rot, so I don’t have to do it. And I’m afraid to fell them, because a lot of them are rotten and could drop logs on me if disturbed.

Nonetheless, I decided to fell a water oak today.

When this house was built, someone who didn’t know what he or she was doing allowed several oaks to remain right beside the driveway. I mean RIGHT beside it. Within two feet or even one foot.

This was stupid. Pavement and tree roots don’t get along, and oaks grow silly horizontal branches from their trunks whenever they feel like it. On a tree close to a road, these branches block cars. Pushing a tree over is the safest and cheapest way to get rid of it, but if you push over a tree next to a road or sidewalk, the roots may lift the pavement or concrete. The trunk acts like a prybar. This means you have to cut the trees the hard, slow, unsafe way.

It’s also a pain to make it up a curved driveway with oaks up against it. Your guests are likely to ding their cars.

Today I was mowing, and I decided to try to cut the tree, even though the top was rotten and could conceivably drop wood on me.

The tree was about 12″ thick at knee level, and I would say it was 50 feet tall. It was in a place where it couldn’t hit anything expensive when it fell, except for me. I looked at it carefully, and it seemed to be leaning slightly over the driveway.

I got out my 18″ Makita cordless saw, because it’s strong and handy, and I made a homeowner-grade notch on the side to which I thought the tree would fall. Then I started the back cut.

The saw got pinched. How? If a tree is leaning away from a back cut, the cut should get bigger, if anything, as the cut progresses.

I had to pound a wedge in to get the saw out. Then I got a 10″ EGO cordless pole saw and continued working, thinking a few feet of pole length would make me less likely to be crushed.

The tree started to move, and I fled like Biden from an unscripted interview, only the soles of my footwear actually left the ground. It fell exactly where I thought it would. So why did the saw get pinched?

The wood was very wet, and wet wood likes to swell. I don’t know if that explains it.

Getting rid of the tree was real work, but it wasn’t unpleasant. A tractor, a great brush fork, a timberjack, gloves, and some good saws made everything go smoothly. I am old, but I can get rid of a pretty big oak in about two hours.

The stump was a problem. When I used the Makita to cut it close to the ground, it didn’t want to finish. I fired up the new Husqvanra 562XP with its 24″ bar, and it slid right through the stump. That saw is perfect for this property. It has enough grunt to make a 24″ bar work, and it’s not too heavy.

Where I cut the stump close to the ground, it was around 20″ across.

I poured pure Roundup concentrate on it, like I did some other stumps. Is it legal? Don’t really care. Come arrest me. If I had any used motor oil, I would have used that, too. “Here’s one for my homies at Exxon Mobil. Deepwater Horizon style, y’all.”

This is all fun, but I will probably still have to pay to get some things moved. I have big trees too close to the shop and house, and I can’t make them all fall where I want with the tools and skills I have. Tomorrow a guy is coming to give me an estimate.

I’ll miss the shade very badly, but you would have to be an idiot to keep trees like these. The guy who built the house was not thinking. Maybe his wife put her foot down, thinking trees were more important than shelter and their life savings. I want the problem trees gone before the hurricane season really gets going. If my buildings are safe, I will be at peace all season long instead of hoping trees fall the right way.

So how much money have I saved this weekend? Based on previous estimates from arborists with unrealistic conceptions of my unwillingness to handle my own problems, I would say at least $2500.

That is offset by the grand or so I spent on a new saw and some parts for other machines. Maybe I should have made my old Echo function instead of springing for a second big saw, but based on my horrible experiences with shops and trying to do my own repairs, I think I did the right thing. From now on, I will ALWAYS have one big saw ready to cut. I will never again have to wait three months and put up with downed trees while shop nincompoops keep my only big saw.

I’m not counting the other stuff I’ve done for myself when I figure what I’ve saved. I had to go to a neighboring property to cut trees rooted on my side of the fence, and that had to save me another $2500. I must have done $15,000 worth of work since I’ve lived here, not including this year.

Arborists charge too much. If you’re an uneducated tradesman, and you can’t make a very good living charging $500 for an hour’s work, you are incompetent. If you insist on getting over twice that much, go ahead and lose your business and find a job shoveling manure. I was willing to work with you. I’m not your sugar daddy.

An arborist here should be able to gross three grand a day without pushing it or overcharging. He should be able to keep half of that. That’s $7500 per week, assuming he doesn’t have a subordinate who can use his equipment to handle Saturday jobs and bring in another $750.

Keep $2000 to live on, and invest the rest in your business. Get a second lift truck. Find a guy to run a second crew. There’s another $6500 per week.

Am I wrong? I doubt it. I think an arborist who charged reasonable prices would be booked up solid, all the time. The volume would pay off much better than sitting idle while trying to talk people into giving you their IRA’s for quick, easy jobs.

Quick nickels make people richer than slow dollars. Sam Walmart died a billionaire because he got that.

If they mess with me tomorrow, I am completely capable of renting a cherry picker and removing most of the problem trees. It’s not that hard if you take things slowly and minimize the risk. The smaller the pieces you cut, the safer you are. It’s hard to hurt yourself if you’re willing to spend hours cutting three feet at a time.

I should rent one anyway, just to get over the intimidation.

Moving the pieces is easy. It’s a joke. It’s safe. The fork I created for my tractor is nothing short of amazing. It does nearly everything a grapple will do, much, much better. The other things a grapple will do, I generally don’t need, or I can easily work around them.

I was told I could get this place cleaned up by a crew for $4500. If that’s true, consider the check signed. If not, I’ll be renting, doing most of the work by myself, and then paying a much lower figure for the rest. The $4500 figure I heard was unreasonable, but not so high I would refuse to pay it in order to avoid a huge hassle. Let’s see what happens.

I have 4 new wedges coming tomorrow, because I cut up and/or lost the ones I already had. One vanished into thin air while I was cutting a leaning tree. The parts I ordered for hot-rodding the Echo will arrive tomorrow, too. I finally got a decent helmet with a mesh mask and ear covers.

I need to start killing more small trees before they cause problems. Letting small trees grow in bad places is like encouraging small amounts of immigration from Muslim countries. Decades later, you will pay a large price.

It’s Working

Here’s to traditional marriage. I think my wife will agree.

Today I decided to make a big step on making this property my own. Sometimes I’m intimidated because I can’t help thinking the original owners knew what they were doing when they made bad landscaping decisions. I am getting over that. Today I killed a magnolia and two bottlebrush trees.

It seems like I fix just about everything these days. My tractor’s poorly-situated steering cylinder started gushing oil, so I took it out, modified the frame (drilled and painted a big hole) to make it easier to remove next time, and took it to a hydraulic place for a rebuild. I would have rebuilt it myself, but there were problems identifying the parts. Now I have the numbers, because they were on the receipt.

I managed to bust the engine’s front cover while putting the cylinder back in, necessitating an expensive visit to the dealer, but at least I know how to deal with the cylinder in the future. And I painted up the new cover I bought, so it looks a lot better than the old one.

The house’s original owner had some horrible brush tines that were held on with chains and chunks of wood. I cut them in pieces and turned them into a quick-attach fork which is a thousand times as good. Welding, cutting, painting. Got it all done without help. No one else has a fork like this one. It’s fantastic.

I put a Pat’s quick attach set on my 3-point hitch, and it made it easy to switch attachments. Totally superior to the heavy, overpriced adaptors other people still, for unknown reasons, buy. I stuck a ballast box on the hitch, so now I have a compact ballast and a great brush fork to work together.

Today I went out and ripped my bottlebrush trees out because they were sick and planted two feet from my workshop. You never plant anything two feet from a building. Not even shrubs. The trees threatened to beat up the eaves during storms, and if they had been big trees, their roots would have threatened the foundation. They were in the way. Planting them was a bad choice. I pulled one out pretty easily with a chain and strap. The other one took more work, but now it’s on the burn pile. I plan to replace them with this: dirt. Or maybe two small shrubs with roots at least three feet out.

The magnolia was maybe 15 feet from the workshop and 10 feet from a water oak. It had to go. It had no future. It could have fallen on the shop. Every tree that poses a falling hazard is on the way out.

I am terrible at felling trees because I rarely have to do it. To gain practice, I tried to lean the magnolia away from the shop. When it started to move, I ran away like Sir Robin facing the Mad Chicken of Bristol, and the tree decided to stop falling. I decided brute force was the answer, as it so often is, so I chained it to the tractor and pulled it over.

I cut it in pieces and got rid of it, and now the cattle are snacking on magnolia leaves. I put glyphosate concentrate on the stumps.

When I came back in the house for breaks and to shower, my wife stared at me. I think she was starting to appreciate what I do around here. I was soaked in sweat. I had a mashed fingernail from a farm jack. I had a stick in my hair.

I had done maybe $1000 worth of work in around 3 hours. I base that on absurd quotes I’ve received for tree work. It was definitely work, but I enjoyed it. I have good tools, and my skills are adequate.

When I started taking off my work clothes, I was going to put them in the laundry room, but she told me to leave them where they were and let her know when I wanted food.

I showered, drew myself a Yard Boss Lager, put on my new glasses, sat in my new recliner, and relaxed.

My wife doesn’t know how to weld, cut metal, paint, fix chainsaws, cut trees, take a tractor apart, or operate tractor hydraulics. She can’t cut a tree. She has no idea who to call for a burn permit. She doesn’t know what one is. These things are not her problems. On the other hand, I don’t do laundry any more. I don’t wash dishes. I open drawers, and my ironed clothes are there. I open cupboards and see clean dishes.

It’s a pretty good system. God knew what he was doing when he designed it.

I got up yesterday, prayed, ate, dealt with a business lease for a rental property, fixed a cabinet door my wife had leaned on…I did all sorts of stuff. I can handle things that would leave metrosexual modern husbands in tears. I can drive a manual transmission. I can shoot, and it doesn’t bother me to kill cute animals that cause problems. I can make ammunition. I own taps and dies.

In return, my wife looks after wife stuff. She doesn’t compete with me and try to find an edge every day. She leaves the toilet seat up.

Satan has turned modern marriage into an endless competition. A series of selfish negotiations. It was never supposed to be like that. We were supposed to know and love our roles.

When you drive a car, the engine doesn’t decide it wants to be an air conditioner. The battery doesn’t decide it wants to be a transmission. The parts of a family should work together the same way.

Interestingly, in news related to old guys with rural properties, I have read that Tom Selleck is afraid he will have to sell his farm.

Tom Selleck must surely have a lot of money. He was in a very successful TV series 40 years ago, and he made a number of okay movies. He did a bunch of Hallmark movies. He has been in a CBS series for the last 14 years.

He lives on an avocado farm in Ventura County, California. Reports about the size of the farm vary, but it’s around 60 acres. He says he may have to sell if his series is cancelled, in order to have a good lifestyle until he dies.

How can that be true?

I looked it up. You can find the address on the web. He pays about $65,000 per year in property taxes. He may live another 15 years, so let’s say $1.5 million yet to pay, with numerical increases for inflation. Shouldn’t he be able to pay that?

His home is an avocado farm. Aren’t avocados expensive? Shouldn’t there be at least six figures of net income from that?

I decided to find out what John Travolta pays in my county. It’s about $27,000 per year. He has a smaller property, but on the other hand, the improvements are nuts. An incredible mansion that connects to a system of runways. He has carports with jets in them, at his house! One jet is a commercial airliner QANTAS used to own.

Travolta pays no state income tax, unless he has property in other states. He pays no county or city income tax. His property tax, during the same period during which Selleck will pay $1.5 million plus increases, will be about $400,000 with increases.

He can have all the guns he wants. He can keep an AK-47 in his car. If he shoots a criminal, our sheriff, Billy Woods, will probably take him to Dairy Queen.

He doesn’t have rolling blackouts. The power is always on.

I wonder what Tom Selleck is paying California, his county, and his municipality. And why is he there? He’s supposed to be conservative. My guess is that his wife won’t let him move. Or maybe he’s a RINO.

He could be in Tennessee or Florida right now. Or Idaho. Or Wyoming.

Zillow says his property is worth about $12 million, and Zillow is usually pretty accurate. Zillow thinks Travolta’s house is worth $3.5 million, which is very modest considering his wealth. The acreage is about a third of Selleck’s, which is still pretty good for a non-agricultural property.

If you don’t need runways, I guarantee you, you can get 60 acres here for what Travolta’s house is worth. With an agricultural exemption, your taxes will be around $16,000 per year.

You can have horses, cattle, goats, sheep, ostriches, emus, donkeys, or just about anything else you want. What you can’t have is California.

Selleck should not have a mortgage right now. Unless something is wrong, his home is paid for. He should be able to sell his ranch, pocket maybe $9,000,000 after capital gains, move to a better state, buy a better farm, and have well over $5,000,000 in additional retirement funds. He should have something saved up from his work. He should have the maximum Social Security benefit.

Maybe he just spends too much. When you’re 79, and you’re worried about your future, you ought to be able to rein in your spending and survive on a net worth of over $12 million. Even if all he has is a reverse mortgage, he should be able to fly business class to nice places every year and eat anything he wants.

If he moves in next door, I’ll be happy to help him and his wife find the best local barbecue.

Dignity has its Price, and now we Have a Firm Quote

Candace Owens is smart. Candace Owens is fairly pretty. Candace Owens is thin. Candace Owens isn’t ghetto. She dresses and speaks like a lady.

And she’s conservative.

Kind of looks like these are the only things Ben Shapiro thought about when he took the Candace Owens bait and gave her a job.

Now she has turned out to be an enthusiastic consumer and repeater of absurd antisemitic libels. She has used the word “apartheid” to describe Israel. A nation that has Muslim MK’s and IDF generals. A nation that begged Muslims to stay in 1948.

It’s so stupid, I feel stupid “debunking” it. Is it “debunking” when you tell your three-year-old cartoons aren’t real?

I never accepted Candace Owens. I admit, I thought Ann Coulter was great until I learned more about her, but I was not dumb enough to fall for the Owens show.

The main thing I didn’t like was her secular approach. She has made uninformed, half-baked forays into the promotion of Christianity, but she’s a political person, and her answers to the world’s problems are political. The fundamental problems are supernatural, and so are the answers. She doesn’t know that yet and may never know it. Purely political solutions don’t work.

No solutions work, in the short term. The world is going to descend into chaos before things get better. Yeshua will have to come back to fix the world.

I was also put off by her obsession with angry argument. Gotcha, gotcha, gotcha. Sweet burn. Shutdown. That stuff is childish and doesn’t help anyone. I’ve done plenty of it myself. It was a mistake. She hasn’t learned that.

It’s also important not to get excited by recent converts. By that I mean converts to conservatism. Owens talks about her leftist past, which didn’t end all that long ago. People who were recently leftists tend to be unreliable conservatives, either because they’re lying to get money, or because they haven’t finished the process.

It’s interesting. If you’re black, you can get affirmative action as a conservative political commentator, by criticizing a philosophy that includes affirmative action.

Now we have some pretty hard evidence that Owens is a bit off. She has joined Minnect, an extremely peculiar company that sells phone time with minor celebrities. Other famous Minnecters: Sammy the Bull Gravano, Michael Franzese, and Chazz Palmintieri. It looks like they scoop up non-leftist people who are at least moderately famous but need money anyway.

If you use Minnect, you can talk to Candace Owens and get her advice or just shoot the breeze. Advice on what? Her resume seems to be full of puffery. CEO of this company no one has heard of. Founder of that media organization no one watches. A person who has really made a dent in this world will generally have a resume that makes it obvious. Founded Tesla, the Boring Company, and Starlink. Invented the automotive assembly line. Runs Berkshire Hathaway.

The impression I get is that her lifestyle is on one level, and her current income is on another, so she is willing to risk her reputation to bring in revenue.

How much revenue?

If Internet reports, including purported screenshots, are correct, she originally wanted at least $75,000 per chat. That would have bought you 15 minutes; the minimum. I’ll bet if I try, I can get 15 free minutes with Elon Musk in 60 days.

The reports say she started at $5,000 per minute and dropped to $1500. Now, you can talk to a mid-level political hustler in her mid-thirties for 15 minutes for only $22,500.

You can add time during the call. Oh, boy. Isn’t that how a peep show works? The girl takes off a few things and holds her hands over what you really want to see, and when the blind starts coming down, you know you have to pay up if you want what you came for. “I’ll tell you everything you want to know about my dust-up with Ben, but…oh, no! Your 15 minutes are almost up!”

I doubt it works that way, but I think it’s a certainty that at least some Minnect personalities have made a conscious decision to make calls last longer.

Back during the $5,000 period, her Minnect page supposedly said she had already had 7 chats. So she made $525,000 before anyone even knew what Minnect was.

No. That did not happen. Not unless her husband called 7 times and got refunded. No one on Earth is that stupid and rich. Taylor Swift? Beyonce? Okay; there are thousands of people who would pay that much to talk to them. Candace Owens? Only if she knows some unbelievably wealthy conservative donors who don’t like Jews.

It’s the tip jar principle. You work for tips, but people don’t like to tip people who do what you do. The answer is to take about $30 of your own money and put it in your tip jar. Then other people may feel more comfortable about tipping, because they think others have already done it. I don’t think Owens had a single paid call, and I don’t think any money was spent, but I do think the fake call count was created to fool potential customers.

If she were charging $500 per call, she would probably do okay for a couple of months. She would be busy. As it is, she just looks crazy, and that is not something she needs right now, because the apartheid stuff has already pushed her into the “possible crazy” category of minor celebrities.

It does not look respectable. It looks desperate, which it surely is. It looks tone-deaf. Whatever her brand is, it will be cheapened severely.

What can Candace Owens tell you that justifies paying her money? She’s not an attorney. She’s not a financial advisor. She’s not a therapist. She could give hair, makeup, and diet tips, because she clearly has those areas of her life under control.

I don’t get it.

Franzese is interesting. He’s a former mafioso who was imprisoned for years over an extremely profitable tax-skimming scheme. He may be the only intelligent person who has ever been in the mafia.

Like the fraternity system, the mafia is affirmative action for mediocre white people. It takes people with laborer abilities and puts them in mansions.

He says he’s a Christian now, and he has a popular Youtube channel, but he rarely mentions Christianity. He talks about his life in the disgraceful sewer of organized crime, and he seems proud of it. I have never heard him talk about the Holy Spirit or give people spiritual advice, and I’ve seen a bunch of his videos.

If you’re a serious Christian, and you’re in the public eye, you will talk about God a lot, because he will be the most exciting, interesting thing in your life.

I don’t know how legitimate Franzese’s conversion is, but his Minnect goals seem a lot less delusional. He expects $25 per minute. That should get him some traffic. That’s $375 for 15 minutes, which is a lot, but it’s not implausible.

He’s also more interesting than Owens. What are you going to ask her? I can’t think of anything. Franzese is different. You could try to get him to open up about Jimmy Hoffa or any of a number of famous unsolved crimes. You could ask him what John Gotti was like.

Maybe if you call on the right day, someone will whack Franzese on camera.

I wouldn’t spend $10 to talk to him, because I think bothering celebrities, even minor ones, is weird and creepy. I barely call people I know. I’ve asked for one autograph in my life, and my mother made me do it. I’m sure other people will call him.

Where does Owens go from here? She should have studied up on Israel before making baseless remarks, because now The Daily Wire is gone, and it’s not like she’s popular in the realm of media types who give people jobs. If she were, she would not be on Minnect.

If she had done a little research before speaking, she would have realized the things she has said about Israel were lies. I don’t think she would have spread lies on purpose.

If anyone is interested, I don’t have much wisdom to confer, either, and I’m obscure, but I’ll be happy to give 15 minutes of phone time to anyone who will Paypal me $50,000 in advance. That’s a huge discount from Candace Owens’s rate, and I promise not to say anything antisemitic.

Child Expected to Answer Question Three Supreme Court Justices Can’t Handle: LGBTQΦ(x,t)

Before I stop writing today, here is another video about perversion.

Here is a three-year-old video of a woman who looks exactly like Rachel Maddow. She has two big, sturdy boyfriends or husbands or something, and they are raising a child without giving it (her, I think) any clues as to whether it’s a boy or girl.

The lady says the kid’s gender is something she (I will commit) “will have to figure out and then tell us.”

So this child has Schrodinger’s gender. There is no gender until the child observes it, and then it becomes definite.

Or not. This poor kid will probably cross the line many times throughout her sad life.

The Strangest of Bedfellows

Here’s a video of the song that won the Eurovision contest in 1965.

It may be hard to believe people took this seriously. As you can see, there were no bearded men in women’s underwear on the stage. No shaved male butts. No one simulated sodomy. There was no transvestite content of any kind, nor were there any transparent costumes, men wearing only jockstraps, or ladies wearing items intended to make them look as though they had male genitalia.

What was wrong with these people?

In 2024, Eurovision was more appropriate for our more-enlightened era. Witches. People with perversions too varied, novel, and obscure for me to understand and describe. People insisting on being called “they.”

The contest also featured calls to remove an inherently offensive competitor: the nation of Israel. This nation offends by existing. The judges don’t have the power to annihilate nations, yet, but they could, at least, have spared the contest’s fragile contestants and viewers the sight of a modestly-dressed Israeli Jew standing before decent people–meaning those with piercings, clad in cutting-edge opposite-sex brothel attire that would have shocked Weimar–singing a song that wasn’t even about sexual depravity.

To be more serious, I don’t want to post disgusting photos of the contestants here, but you can see a whole bunch of them on The Daily Mail’s site, itself known for content approaching soft pornography.

LINK.

This year’s winner is a person who calls itself Nemo. It is from Switzerland, and it claims to be non-binary. It appears to be a man, like the majority of truly attention-crazed perverts.

Here is something interesting: many Muslim countries have pulled out of Eurovision, clearly because of the homosexual and fetish content. After all, Muslims are the ones who still execute homosexuals.

Just kidding. They pulled out because Israel was allowed to compete. Some pulled out. Some never joined. In 1977, Tunisia decided not to join because Tunisians didn’t want to “broadcast Israeli content.” They didn’t want to offend Allah by acknowledging Israel’s intolerable, unbearable existence.

That was back when most people in the West hadn’t started opening up about hating Jews for no reason. It’s hard to remember how it felt to live in that world.

Muslim participation now is found chiefly outside the venue, where Muslim and other antisemitic patrons of the arts protest in favor of genocide. Maybe Eurovision should be a quiz show instead of a song contest. They could have contestants try to answer the Jewish Question.

“‘Who is Adolph Eichmann?’, Alex.”

What an amazing synergy. People who murder homosexuals in the streets with their government’s full approval, and homosexuals who post Tiktok videos threatening to kill people who don’t want them to show their genitals to little girls in locker rooms. What would happen to either group if the other were given absolute power?

Satan has won. We have to absorb it. Obviously, he can never win a war, but he has won the battle. He now possesses the world. The next phase will be a supernatural retreat involving the withdrawal of God’s children. After that, God will release demons and fallen angels on the world with almost no restraint, and the people who wanted to be rid of us will crave death. Then, like MacArthur, Yeshua will return, and he will kill so many people, the Bible compares them to grapes being stamped. It says his robe will be wet with their blood.

God’s harvest, the “fullness of the gentiles,” is pretty much complete. So is Satan’s harvest; the future and eternal occupants of the lake of fire. There is just a little harvesting left to be done, and the tribulum is the tool for the job.

The first Eurovision contest of the tribulation may be something to see. Maybe the terror and suffering will not have reached their peak when it airs, and the perverts and God-haters will finally get to put on the kind of show they wanted to give us from the start. Maybe they’ll combine ritual abomination sex with executions.

Am I reaching anyone when I say these things? Few people, if any. Nearly all of humanity is afflicted with supernatural numbness. People should be horrified by spectacles that would have made their grandparents vomit, but they see them as fun and new.

The world is a sore full of pus, and it’s time for the lancet. Christians are accomplishing nearly nothing now. God’s enemies, on the other hand, are sweeping the world suddenly, like Sherman’s troops destroying Atlanta. They are experiencing success they could not have dreamed of even 25 years ago.

Cops walking in the aftermath of an antisemitic mob crime (any illegal takeover is a mob crime) in Texas found something really interesting. They found propaganda, and one of the statements in the propaganda was this: “We will not be satisfied with co-existence.”

What have I been saying? Now I have corroboration. The story of the world is a story of genocide. There are two races: God’s children, and everyone else. Satan wants to get rid of God’s children, and God wants to get rid of Satan’s. Each wants to remove even the memory of the other’s children from the world.

This is why many blind Jews who can’t see their Messiah call Yeshua “Yeshu,” which is code for, “May his name and memory be blotted out.” Not all Jews who use this slur know what it means, but some do. They are repeating a curse reflecting the desire of their father, Satan. Similarly, gentiles who are children of Satan want to remove all Jews and Spirit-led Christians from the world.

All peoples have problems, but the Jews are unusual in that their problems are existential. Most persecuted peoples are threatened with marginalization and poverty and so on, but the Jews have been threatened repeatedly with annihilation. That’s not normal. Oddly, Jews themselves tried to annihilate Messianic Jews while Christianity was in its infancy. Paul was originally in the genocide business, at the behest of the religious establishment in Jerusalem.

Appeasers, both Jewish and gentile, need to understand that there can be no appeasement. Handing over land won’t work. Being nice to perverts won’t work. The final goal of the children of Satan isn’t land or wealth or any of that. It’s the absence of Jews and real Christians from the earth.

People look at the crazies rioting on campuses, and they think, “Kids. It’s always something with them. This will blow over.”

No, this is different. They want to kill us, and they are eager to get started. They will not shrink from it. They don’t have normal empathy. They are sadists. Hurting others brings them pleasure and makes them feel virtuous. It raises their social status, just as it raises the social status of Palestinian terrorists who share photos and videos of people they have raped and murdered.

All the stuff I’ve talked about is coming true, and it will only increase. People need to spend hours in prayer every day, getting God’s revelation and preparing to go.

This is the End, my Friend

Ever heard of Eurovision? I heard of it through Monty Python. A sketch featured a quiz show, and one of the participants, Mao Tse Tung, answered a question about the Eurovision Song Contest.

I assumed Eurovision was a TV network. Then I thought it was the name of a contest. Now I see that it really is a network. In Europe, I suppose.

Right now, the Eurovision Song Contest is taking place in Malmo, Sweden. Entrants from a bunch of countries sing songs, and somebody decides which one is best.

Israel and Australia are competitors this year. So is Iceland. Not sure why it’s called the “Euro” vision contest. Maybe the network is popular in those countries. There must be a lot of people in Israel who are really tired of trying to learn Hebrew.

Speaking of Israel, throngs of demonized people are ruining the contest by waving Palestinian flags and presumably calling for death to this and that country. They booed Israel’s contestant off the stage after about 15 seconds.

A British commentator says perverts are also roaming about outside, calling attention to their genitals in the name of love, inclusion, decency, and in all likelihood, holiness. And maybe the prophet, who can’t enjoy it because he’s in hell.

Speaking of LGBTetc. matters, I saw a really funny African interview the other day. A homosexual was being interviewed, and in a question about the all-inclusive term “LGBT,” the host said, “Where is the H?”

I thought that was brilliant.

The Israeli contestant has to be escorted by dozens of police vehicles, because she is in country largely controlled by hostile, pro-terror Muslims. Sweden.

What would happen to her if the police weren’t there? Go watch the video of Shani Louk. And don’t forget: the people who shot the video and exposed it to the world were the people who stripped, killed, and surely raped her. They were, and are, proud of it.

Queers for Palestine is there. I have a new name for the organization. “Queers for Murdering Lots of Queers.”

They stand up for those who fight genocide by raping Jewish women while mutilating them, and who support Islam by throwing screaming, crying, suspected, untried homosexuals off tall buildings. While proudly filming it.

They are supporting the people who will eventually slaughter them all over Europe while fighting their “real” enemies: Jews who overwhelmingly support perversion and every other leftist mistake.

The Swedes, if you can still call them that, are making some effort to tone down the anarchy, but overall, they are accepting defeat and bending the knee. Sweden was lost a long time ago.

The Jews lost their battle when they rejected Yeshua, and now the gentiles are finished. It’s not a close call. Europe is gone. The Muslim countries are insane. The blue states are never going to recover. India, Japan, Burma, and a bunch of other countries have firmly rejected God. Evangelizing them will not work. It has had its chance. The communist countries that haven’t reformed died inside during the last century. Even where I live, in what may be the most Christian county in America, there are tons of homosexuals. The horse business attracts them like flies. Lots of women with short hair and men who love dressing manes.

Here in the US, senile, lying, unintelligent Joe Biden, whom we elected without coercion, just said people are dying in Gaza because Israel targets population centers with bombs. This is like saying Israel’s problems are caused by eating too much pork. It’s the opposite of true. It’s one of the most antisemitic things I have ever heard from anyone, and he said it on national television. It’s fundamentally the same as the blood libel, but the scale is thousands of times greater.

The ship is taking on water. The pumps are too small, and crazy passengers keep shutting them off. The stern is under water. When is Yeshua going to come lift people off the bow?

It’s so strange, being sane and living in a world where the majority is psychotic. Most people believe whatever the people around them say is true. That’s how they determine what truth is. The real truth has never changed. God knows the truth, and he shows it to his people. We sit in wonder as the mental cases around us insist that men are women and schoolchildren are cats. They throw healthy breasts, the contents of penises they have hollowed out like bagels, and testicles into waste bags, and they call it health care. They keep screaming that self-defense by actual genocide victims is genocide.

The terrible truth is that God hates a lot of people now. People say God loves everyone and hates no one, but the Bible says he hates some of us. He hates the lawless. He hates habitual liars. He really hates slanderers. Satan slanders him all day.

One of the words translated to describe God’s hate has been used to describe people who are unloved. Does God really love everyone? No. The Bible says he will cast the Antichrist and the false prophet into the lake of fire alive. He’s not going to do that out of love for them. They are almost certainly alive now. They are human beings, and he hates them.

The Bible says God is love, but he is also fury and permanent condemnation. The flames of hell and the lake of fire don’t come from Satan. God provides them, around the clock. What God is to you depends on what you are to God.

A gigantic segment of the human population is beyond hope now because they love lies and slander. The idea that lying is a bad idea never enters their excuse-hardened minds. They can’t be saved because they can’t admit fault. An admission of fault is truth.

God hates a lot of us, not just our sins, and he is also aware that many of us can’t be saved, so he has no motivation to keep trying. People who hate him also hate his children, and the longer he keeps helping the wicked through forbearance, the more they hurt us. No father likes seeing his children tormented and killed.

The Jews were taught to leave the corners of their orchards unpicked and to leave fallen grain on the ground. The purpose was to feed the poor. The world is like a farm that has already seen the harvest. Back when billions were willing to listen, harvesting people was easy and fast. Now it’s slow and difficult and produces poor results. God isn’t going to keep investing in it.

I can’t wait to live in a place where things are normal. Every day, people, spirits, and other creatures try to rob me and kill me. I have a list of passwords a mile long because of this. I have locks and alarms. I have guns. I have insurance. I’ve taken vaccines and antibiotics. I use pesticides and mouse traps. I shot a coon in the head. I’ve killed lots of squirrels.

Think how different life would be in a place where people were in agreement about everything and the creatures around us weren’t always trying to murder us.

Imagine knowing you will never have another awkward encounter with an angry man in women’s clothing. Parents, imagine not having to think about countering the filth your kids are taught in schools. Jews…well, do I have to even tell you? Hitler got a third of you, and he had a lot of help from people he conquered. Imagine not being a prey species.

This has to end.

God Hates Displays of Wealth

It’s impossible to trust the government (shocking) when it comes to reports about the prosperity of the American people. For example, it’s possible to have a low official unemployment number when an unusually large number of people are unemployed.

A few years ago, I came up with the Baldor Bench Grinder Index. You go to Ebay and search for used Baldor bench grinders.

When times are hard, people sell their tools. Back during the Clinton forced-minority loan housing crisis, I got a barely-used 19″ Shop Fox band saw for way less than it ordinarily cost. I got a Powermatic 66 table saw with a big extension, Biesemeyer fence, and a punch of pricey blades for $500. Both tools came from cabinetry shops.

When things improve, you don’t see a lot of used Baldor bench grinders on Ebay.

Yesterday, I drove by an auction site. They sell trucks and heavy equipment. I visited a couple of years ago, and the lot was full of junk no intelligent person would buy. Yesterday, there was a lot more stuff. I saw two very nice-looking track loaders (similar to skid steers) right out front.

Today I checked the Baldor Bench Grinder Index. There are a lot of grinders on the market. Maybe 60% more than there were a couple of years ago.

Is the index reliable? I don’t know. The business of selling things online has changed. Craigslist punched Ebay in the gut, and Facebook Marketplace is stomping Craigslist. Seems to me that even if the grinder index had a somewhat low number, it would mean things were not going well. The other sites are taking sales away from Ebay.

Today I saw Charlie Kirk say that 4 years ago, a person needed an income of $59000 to buy a house, and now it’s $106000, meaning you might be excluded even if you have a high-paying profession, such as working at Burger King for $25 per hour.

He said big companies are swallowing up houses and renting them out, driving the purchase prices up. He said lowering interest rates makes things worse by making it easier for corporations to buy homes, decreasing the supply and jacking up prices. I don’t know if that makes any sense, because it also makes it easier for the rest of us to buy homes. Anyway, a lot of young people think they will never own homes.

The difficulty of buying homes and food under Biden, which is indisputable, is a phenomenon we used to call “poverty.” If you had a hard time buying things, we said you were “poor.” Affluence is becoming less common, and poverty is on the rise.

Americans are becoming poor. That’s the short version.

When I was a kid, I heard the term “rich Americans” all the time. When my family visited Europe, the people seemed poor and also short and spindly. Now Americans are descending the ladder of wealth, in terms of net worth. We passed Switzerland, which is number one, per capita. Our GDP per capita is far below Ireland’s, if you can believe it.

I think we are hiding the pain through denial and credit. I sometimes go to fast food joints, where I can expect to pay $13-$25 for a low-quality meal, and I often see a lot of cars in front of them. My county is not wealthy, and I know the people who keep spending on fast food generally can’t afford it. They must be pumping up their credit card balances because they can’t make themselves accept the lower standard of living their incomes now support.

I checked, and credit card debt is now at an all-time high. Adjusted for inflation, the only higher figure was reached in 2008, and we all remember what that was like. Deflation. Prime beef for $7 per pound, because no one could afford it. Shuttered businesses.

I am terrified of debt, so I stay away from it. If I die tomorrow, some credit card companies get a few grand, and that’s it. I don’t know how people can stand lying in bed at night thinking about debt mountains that will kill their estates and leave their heirs with nothing.

On rare occasions, my wife thinks I’m cheap because I won’t pay for something I think is ridiculous, like a Vuitton purse. She always comes to her senses later. She has visited 6 countries with me over 4 years. I don’t expect her to get a job. I try to supply her with more than she needs. She knows this. She has moments when she loses perspective, but she snaps out of it fast.

Lately, God has been teaching me about the evils of ostentation. I believe it’s sinful. I think it turns God against people.

Since purses have already been mentioned, I’ll use them to illustrate the point. A good, durable, classic purse that will last 20 years starts at maybe $300. A $500 purse can be a very good investment. A $2000 purse with little Vuitton symbols all over it is different. It won’t last any longer, and the only thing the extra $1500 gets you is the ability to impress shallow people and hurt the feelings of the poor, who are already humiliated enough.

When I buy boots, I don’t buy $65 Chinese disposables from Rural King. They will hurt my feet, let water in, and fail in less than a year. On the other hand, I don’t spend $1500 on custom-made boots from Oregon. I don’t need them, and I don’t get a good return on the investment. I’ll spend $140-$250 to get something that will last years and do a great job. Very often, $250 boots sell for over a hundred dollars less on Amazon. I have boots I bought over 20 years ago.

Often, buying good, expensive things ends up costing less than buying cheap things. I understand that. And trying to save money has caused me a huge amount of unnecessary pain. But you will never see me in a $500 Gucci baseball cap unless someone puts it on my corpse.

A friend of mine has a diesel Mercedes SUV. I thought he got it because he liked diesels, but now I think he drives it partly for status.

The car has been a nightmare to own. I hate it. It had a persistent limp mode problem for maybe two years. To replace the battery, you have to cut the carpeting or remove the passenger seat. It has cheaply-made engine parts that fail routinely, and they are very expensive to buy. Working on it is pure hell.

I have a Ford and a Dodge. I think they’re both fantastic. Reliable, comfortable, and common, so everyone knows how to fix them, and parts are everywhere. I never asked myself whether my wife would be impressed when she saw it. She was supposed to be impressed with me and the way I treated her, not a machine. But a big percentage of American women–this is incomprehensible to me–are put off by great men in ordinary cars. Incredibly, there are millions of women in American who will have sex with you just because you have a high-end car. That’s worse than being a whore. A whore gets paid.

My friend has an Iphone, which he hates. I asked him why he got it. He said he got it because women like them. I can’t figure out how it feels to think that way. If women started saying they were insanely excited by men in a certain $3 shirt from Tractor Supply, I wouldn’t buy one.

My wife likes Land Rovers. She will never have one if I have to pay for it. They’re unreliable. They cost a fortune. The insurance is high. They only exist to impress people who don’t matter.

My car is now 9 years old. It has fewer than 75,000 miles on it. It has no rust. The interior is good. I may drive it until I die. It has antilock brakes, a bunch of airbags, climate control, and comfortable seats. It was made before spy technology made it possible for the government to shut cars down and helped insurance companies find out how people drove.

What else do I need?

I’m building up her jewelry collection. A woman has to have jewelry. I get her tasteful pieces that look great, but I will never jeopardize our future by buying a ruby the size of a lima bean. Apart from the cost, over-the-top jewelry makes women look shallow. A lot of it makes them look ghetto.

God has given us extraordinary blessings. We have a nice house in a secluded area far from the Satanic lefist and Islamist mobs. Away from the constant parade of murderous, entitled sexual perverts. We have enough wealth. We have good food and clothing. We don’t have to go to work and bend the knee to a system designed to crush Christians.

He didn’t give us these things because we were good people who deserved it. He let himself be tortured to death so he could show his love by giving us all this in spite of the fact that we are failures. If we show off and make other people feel bad, and if we want them to admire us for receiving charity in return for our histories of vileness, then we are provoking God to take it all away and give us what we deserve.

There are tens of millions of Americans out there spending money they have not earned, along with crippling interest, in order to make other people (sincere Kardashian fans and influence-worshipers) think they’re bigger deals than they are. These are the same people who go on Facebook and post photos of their cars and dream vacations. They are the same people who post glowing remarks about their perfect families while they are having screaming fights in front of their kids or losing children to homosexuality and drugs.

I don’t understand the social media liars. Everyone who knows them knows about their failures, and they talk.

I used to go to church with a deacon named Manny. He called himself an architect, and he called his business and architecture and engineering firm. He has never been to college. He’s committing crimes by pretending to be a licensed professional. If he ever tries to design anything, he could get someone killed.

His wife used to post family photos and say how wonderful their lives were. Meanwhile, she texted a friend of mine and said her life was a living hell and she had to get away from Manny.

My wife knows a model from Zambia. She lives in the USA. She posts photos of her expensive things, like $30,000 purses. This is a common thing in Africa, as it is among ghetto people here. Bragging is considered acceptable, and people who do it also make fun of the poor people who comment.

My wife says she just found out this woman is a whore. Are the purses real? Well, she lied about herself, so she’ll lie about a purse. What about the cars? Anyone can stand next to someone else’s car in a picture. Ghetto people do it all the time. Same people who get a hundred singles and one hundred-dollar bill, put the big bill on the top, and fan the whole stack out in pictures so it looks like they have $10,000.

I don’t think it’s evil to drive a nice mid-priced car through a slum. It’s not evil to have a big house as long as it’s not a nouveau-riche status symbol tarted up with things like a helipad. I think it’s fine to go on vacation and use a good camera to take pictures in a poor country. But God surely hates showing off, which is gratuitous. You have to watch it.

I hope that if we really are looking at a permanently lowered American standard of living, God spares his children and helps us to be generous and quiet. With all the other spirits, nations, and people out there trying to destroy our prosperity, the last thing we need is to join them.

I’m going to make a special effort to toe the line and get my wife to do the same.

When the Desire Cometh, it is a Tree of Life

I had an extraordinary experience today. A very good one.

I have lots of trees. They fall down a lot. I have to keep saws in order to deal with them.

When I first got here, a hurricane passed by at a distance, and even though we were not hit, we got winds high enough to knock over lots of large trees. This was about 23 days after my arrival. The previous owners left the property in great shape, and I only got to enjoy it for three weeks before Satan blew his nose all over it.

I had no saw, and after the storm, getting a saw was impossible. Not only were local stores cleaned out; because people had gotten used to Internet shopping, online retailers all over the US were cleaned out. One state did that. It’s a good lesson to remember.

One day not long after the storm, I had a near-miraculous experience. I was stubbornly Googling to find saws, and I found a Jonsered (red Husqvarna) 16″ 40cc saw advertised on Tractor Supply’s site, and it was at a store only 20 or so miles off. I bought it, thinking there was no way I would actually get it. I thought it had to be a website error, or maybe an employee would hide the saw and sell it to a friend or relative. Incredibly, when I went to the store the next day, the saw was there.

I managed to find a 20″ 60cc Echo CS590 online at Acme Tools, and I pounced. Once it arrived, I had two fairly good amateur-grade saws to get me through the job of fixing the property.

I didn’t know much about small engines. I didn’t know:

1. Modern gas is garbage, and that goes quadruple for ethanol gas. If you let ethanol gas sit in a small engine for even two months, you may clog your carburetor so badly it has to be disassembled and cleaned.

2. Sta-bil gas treatment, which is what most people use, is also garbage. It forms a thin protective layer atop gas in your tank, but if your tank ever moves, the layer breaks, and the protection stops until it forms again. Not knowing this, I used Sta-bil.

3. The most important thing to think of when you buy a small engine is the quality of the local repair apparatus. If you don’t have a good repair shop nearby to fix your gold-plated Stihl, you are much better off buying and scrapping three Poulans in a row.

I clogged up both my saws. More accurately, Democrats clogged them up, because they’re the idiots who force the ethanol scam on us, and they’re probably somehow responsible for the fact that even ethanol-free gas is not as stable as it used to be. I have no evidence to back that up, but I’ll bet it’s true, because the whole thing has that Democrat smell about it.

I fiddled with various solutions to the problem. I bought cheap Chinese replacement carburetors to get around cleaning the factory carbs. This sometimes worked well. I kept having problems, though, and around 16 months after I bought the saws, I took the Echo to authorized repair centers, and while they did manage to get it going, they took about three months. When I started using it, screws fell out of the case because they had not been tightened enough, and that cost me more time while I waited for new ones to arrive.

The saws have continued to have issues, and I am part of the problem. I let them sit more than I should have. The more problems I had, the more discouraged I was, so the less I tried to use them, and then I let them sit longer.

I bought an 18″ Makita cordless saw to fill in the gap. I have to say it’s wonderful. It has incredible torque, and it always, always, always runs. With 4 batteries, you can do the kind of job that would take you about two hours with a gas saw, as well or better than a gas saw. After that, you’re stuck with a dead saw, but that’s not so bad, because maybe 95% of cutting jobs involve less than two hours of work.

I’m not saying the saw will run for two hours on 4 batteries. It won’t. I’m saying it will do a job you can do in two hours with a gas saw. Most of the time, when you’re doing a job with a chainsaw, the saw isn’t running. You’re driving wedges or moving around or doing other things.

I have some trees that need work right now. Two oaks are hanging out over a neighboring property, and I have to get together with the people over there and move them. I haven’t been able to get either of my gas saws to work right. The Jonsered surges while idling, making the chain move and making the saw dangerous, and the Echo can’t be started no matter how many tricks I try. I got all sorts of expert advice which does no good.

I have really suffered with these saws. I’ve had jobs pile up on me. I have wrestled with these saws over and over in my shop, exhausting myself and getting filthy, never knowing when the next adjustment or change in procedure might make them work. It’s very unpleasant, walking out to the shop for the fifth time, after four failures to get results, not knowing whether this day will be any better.

I was willing to spend money. I was willing to work on the saws myself. It didn’t matter. I could not get anywhere. I felt that any American with a good net worth should be able to get a saw fixed easily and quickly, but it was an obstacle I could find no way around.

Every time I thought about the problem, I felt frustration. I felt hopeless. I marveled at the difficulty, and even though I was willing to pay for help, I marveled at the cost.

Mechanics now charge about a hundred bucks an hour, which is obscene, but they’re no better than they were when they charged 10 dollars. If you keep taking a $300 saw in, it can turn into a $900 saw before long. What if you buy a $900 saw to begin with, and it has fewer problems, so you save hundreds on mechanics? It starts to make sense after a few years of suffering.

I used to say I would never buy an expensive saw, but over the last week, I have had a change of heart. Getting my Echo saw repaired seemed impossible in this county, and I as getting nowhere fixing it myself. I didn’t want to take it back to the people who held it hostage in the past. I started to think it might be better to get a more powerful new saw, which I needed anyway, and treat it right from the outset. I could buy a brand with a good local repair shop and put my Echo problems behind me.

I tried to get advice on the web. I got some great advice and some stupid advice. People told me this Echo model is a dream saw which always starts reliably. Go Google it and see if you believe that. There are multiple videos of people who have struggled with this saw; they publish their solutions. Other people I communicated with offered solutions I already knew about, which did not work. Others, more helpfully, recommended certain saws to me.

I learned some stuff which may possibly be true.

There are two types of chainsaw: professional (logger and arborist) and bad (homeowner and farmer). An average homeowner can get years of satisfying use from a bad saw, but pros do not like them. They’re less durable, and they tend to be heavier for their size. Drop one from a tree, and you may have to scrap it. They have other shortcomings too.

There are three good brands of chainsaw in America, or maybe I should say manufacturers, since a manufacturer can have more than one brand. The manufacturers are Stihl, Husqvarna, and Shindaiwa (parent of Echo). Stihl and Husqvarna make the best pro saws. Shindaiwa/Echo makes some pro saws, and it also makes the CS590, which has pro guts in a homeowner-saw body. If you shop, you can get a CS590 for around $400. Add over $300 to that for a comparable Stihl or Husky with all-pro construction.

The CS590 is probably a fantastic bargain for people who use saws frequently, know how to prevent them from clogging, and have good repair shops close to them. For me, it was an orange plastic torture device most of the time. I did a lot of things wrong when I got my saw, making it worse, and I had no help.

Yesterday, I finally decided I should get a pro saw and then keep looking for places that could fix the Echo and the Jonsered. A new Echo place had opened up, so maybe there was hope for that saw. I would work it out so I had two big saws, at least one of which would most likely run on any given day.

Based on advice, I decided I wanted a saw with modern electronics in it to make it run better. Husqvarna and Stihl have saws that adjust themselves to deal with things like temperature and humidity. Pros tell me they work better than old-fashioned saws. Husqvarna’s system is called Autotune, and Stihl’s is called M-tronic.

There is a Stihl/Husqvarna dealer 5 minutes from me. I thought that would be a great choice. I would pick a model on the web, go in, ask them how quicky they did mechanical service, and get a price. If they made me happy, I would buy a saw.

I figured I wanted a Husqvarna 562XP or a Stihl MS362 C-M. Big enough to move a 25″ chain, which is exactly what I need.

I went to the nearby place. They were very nice, and they assured me they could turn small repair and maintenance problems around in a week or so, barring the need for hard-to-find parts.

On the other hand…

1. There were three guys there, and none of them knew much about chainsaws. They were not very familiar with the Stihl line. I had to Google and confirm stuff they said. One of them said I needed to visit when the “two-stroke guy” was there.

2. I’m pretty sure they represented a non-M-tronic MS362 as an M-tronic saw. I don’t think they knew it.

3. I asked what they could do regarding price, and they said “nothing.” Stihl sets the price, and you pay it. Over $900.

4. I mentioned Echo, and they said they wouldn’t let an Echo product come through the door. So much for getting my old saw worked on.

5. They’re a Husqvarna dealer, but they don’t sell Husqvarna saws.

In the parking lot, I looked up the next-nearest Husqvarna dealer, and I drove over. Same kind of place. Tractors, saws, zero-turns, and so on. There was one guy there, in a dirty shirt. Young. He worked on machinery, himself. He was the owner.

1. He knew everything about Husqvarna saws as well as Echos. He used to work in an Echo shop. I asked him all sorts of stuff about the 562XP on the wall, and he knew all about it. He knew all the known issues. He knew the best way to cope with the ethanol crisis. He told me stuff no one else had, and I have researched for years.

2. He said he could fix Echo products. No problem. He also does Jonsered, of course. He had a Husvarna 435 there, which is just like my ailing Jonsered. He can fix my bogging Echo trimmer.

3. I asked about the price, and he gave me a 15% discount which wasn’t officially supposed to kick in until later in the month. I asked about the warranty, and he said Husqvarna would add three years if I bought their gas.

4. He told me about the yearly stuff the new saw would need and about what it would cost.

When he told me about the discount, I was sold. He said I only needed to spend $28 on the gas, so I jumped on it. He registered me with Husqvarna. He took the saw, filled it, and checked it out.

I was looking at around $970 for the Stihl without M-tronic. I got the Husky, Autotune, the gas, and a 5-year warranty for about $840, and I finally had a place to get things repaired.

I’m going to bring my sick tools in and get them fixed. Then I’ll have three gas saws and one cordless, so it’s not likely I’ll end up with no saws that work.

When I left the store, I felt like I was high on heroin. The stress left my body completely. The misery of dealing with this saw with no help for 7 years was over. I can deal with the two trees I have to help move this week, and I can expect to have working saws from now on. I can get yard tools fixed.

I’m not doing the sensation justice. A stronghold was broken. It was a very big deal to me. I felt ecstatic. Euphoric. Peace enveloped me. I thought I could feel my blood pressure dropping.

This story shows how to sell saws, both for your own store and for the one your competitors run. The guys at the first saw did as much to sell me this Husqvarna as the guy who got the money. They tried, but I don’t think they’re all that good at sales. They seem like nice people, but the other guy completely outclassed them, like Tyson Fury boxing Kevin Hart.

I may be able to deduct this expense because I rent out my pasture. Sure hope so. I plan to start running every small engine I have, every Thursday, from now on. Once everything is working, I’m going to keep it going without a lot of down time.

That’s the end of my tale of struggle and frustration. Even now, I deflate, breathe out, and sink into my recliner when I think about how relieved I am.

It’s going to be amazing to see everything on the property working.

The Messiah is Trustworthy; the Nations are Not

So now the United States is cutting off ammunition shipments to Israel.

How big a deal is this in relation to prophecy?

All the nations of the world will turn against Jerusalem, which means Israel. This is not my guess. It’s a fact. It’s as true as saying World War Two or the Great Depression happened. When God says something will happen, it’s done, regardless of how things look at the time.

God told us what would happen through the prophet Zechariah, during the 6th century BC.

When have all or even most of the nations of the world been against Israel? Never. Israel ceased to be a nation in 70 BC, and before that, it wasn’t possible for all the nations of the world to have much interaction with Israel. Many had no way of knowing it had ever existed.

The land we now call Israel was deeded over in 1948, and the nations of the world–the United Nations–were behind it. Until this month, at least, there has never been a time when it could truthfully be said that all the nations were against Israel. There were always some powerful allies. In recent decades, America has been number one.

Turning against Jerusalem would have been much less significant during the previous century, because foreigners refused to admit Jerusalem was Israel’s capital. Now Donald Trump has changed all that. America acknowledges Jerusalem’s proper status, so it’s much more clear that opposing Jerusalem is the same thing as opposing Israel as a whole.

It should also be noted that the term “Israel” doesn’t just refer to a place in the Middle East. It’s the proper name for the Jewish people, who are descendants of a man named Israel. The universe and God are patriarchal, and nations use to be named after their fathers.

America used to back Israel fairly consistently, but now a fearful, senile, dishonest, unintelligent, narcissistic old man in our White House is cutting off help to Israel because he knows Democrats can’t hold the presidency unless tens of millions of antisemites vote for their candidate a second time.

Their party has long been the main refuge of openly antisemitic groups and individuals. Most American Muslims are antisemitic, even if a much smaller number favors terrorism. Something like half of American blacks are antisemitic. Hispanics also have a high rate of antisemitism. Anyone who wants to pop up and say my claims are baseless can check The Washington Post, which agrees with me about blacks and Hispanics.

Conservatives are not protesting Israel. This is a generalization, but it’s based on solid facts, just like, “If you have a problem figuring out whether you’re for me or Trump, then you ain’t black.”

Virtually none of the antisemitic protestors and rioters ruling universities right now are conservative. American conservative Christians are the main reason our government is as good to Israel as it is. There are antisemitic Republicans, but their numbers and impact are inconsequential.

Jews also vote leftist, but how much do they matter? Jews make up about 2.4% of American voters. Blacks make up around 13%. Muslims make up about 1.1%. Hispanics make up about 19.1%. So around a third of American voters belong to groups that supply most of our antisemites, while Jews make up about 1/40.

Biden may be senile, but he probably understands simple fractions. If you want to prop up your tottering regime, it’s better to offend Jews than antisemites.

Biden is risking driving Jews off in order to hold onto his traditional base of antisemites. He has no choice, if he wants to be reelected.

This is yet another weird, unforeseen consequence of living in a time of razor-thin election margins. They pop up all the time in this age of perfect storms. Sinister synergy is all around us. With regard to elections themselves, they drive candidates to do evil things they would not have bothered with in the past.

He may also be aware that many Jews are self-hating and Jews figure prominently in the antisemitism movement. George Soros is helping fund it. Soros was born in Europe, where he collaborated with Nazis as a teen in order to stay alive. You would think a person who had been compelled to harm his own people and pretend to support Nazis would be enraged with antisemites for the rest of his life.

For a decent person, a situation like that would have been nearly unbearable, and it would have left deep wounds. Somehow Soros went through it and ended up supporting the people who libel Israel as an apartheid, genocidal state for striking back at existential threats from apartheid, genocidal states.

Biden must be aware that many Jews in America are on the side of the terrorists. Maybe that makes him and his handlers more willing to cut Israel loose. He will lose a lot of Jewish votes, but many Jews will be pleased with him and stick with him.

His campaign has done a mathematical analysis. Count on it.

What’s the bottom line? Is Biden’s latest move an indication that Zechariah 14 has started to blossom in earnest, or is it just another labor pain that will go away?

Last year the UN passed a ridiculous, unfair, unwise resolution calling for a ceasefire in the Gaza war. In this context, “ceasefire” means the UN wanted Israel to stop defending itself and give its enemies a little time to regroup and reinforce before unilaterally breaking their word, as Islamists nearly always do. Only 8 nations apart from Israel and the US opposed the resolution, and 6 of them are little powerless countries.

Hamas, not Israel, was solely responsible for the “civilian” casualties among Gazans, and every leader on Earth knew it. A ceasefire would cost Israeli lives by helping Hamas regain strength, and they knew that, too. Israel still ended up with only 9 nations out of 193 on its side.

That’s not a good sign.

Hamas can surrender and stop the bloodshed, for which it bears all responsibility, at any time. Israel, on the other hand, needs to keep Hamas on the ropes so it can go in and utterly eradicate Hamas’s ability to do terrorism. These facts are obvious, but the world still sided against Israel.

Imagine a vote like this in June of 1945, with millions of Allied soldiers preparing to be killed, tortured, and imprisoned in Japan. It could never have happened. Spirits deceive the world about Israel because Satan hates Jews. Israel is special.

What we are seeing is a lot like the problem Israel had with the Amalekites. The Jews were commanded to exterminate every single one, including babies, but they disobeyed, and as a result, the descendants of the Amalekites continued to abuse Israel and are believed to continue to this day. Israel needs to blow up every single Gaza tunnel, confiscate every weapon bigger than a toothpick, and occupy Gaza while installing surveillance cameras and microphones on every block. The UN should occupy Gaza, but it won’t.

If Israel doesn’t do a thorough job, it will have to do the same job again very soon.

I think Zechariah’s words, and the words of Yeshua in the Revelation, are for this time. Israel will probably be overrun within a couple of years, and the rapture will come soon to save God’s children–servants of Yeshua who know the Holy Spirit–from the world. Yeshua said he would save loving Christians from the tribulation, which he calls “the hour of temptation.,” by lifting them off the earth.

Temptation is becoming too strong to be safely endured. We are provoked to anger constantly, along with lust, pride, greed, and the other faults that cause people to be lost. It’s becoming too dangerous for us here, and it’s unpleasant to be vexed, like Lot, by the disgusting behavior of mainstream people.

Even if the situation in Israel blows over for a few years, we will still have emerging generations of sick, twisted haters of Yeshua and Israel. Israel’s friends will die off like World War Two veterans until very few are left. When there are too few of us left to do anything, only God himself will back Israel.

Zechariah said that when Israel fell, the women would be raped and people would go into captivity. Hamas has already shown us that Islamists favor these tactics, so it’s obvious they will be used again all over the country when Israel is defeated. The attack on October 7 was a small-scale model, and we can look at it to predict the future.

Jews all over the world should be unified now, and they should be thinking as though they lived in Germany and Austria in 1930. They are way too undisturbed. They should not be playing around with leftist posing that becomes popular in times of luxury and safety. It’s time to go with what works, but they won’t do it.

Jews are not safe here. NOW. They should be reacting instead of screeching about the imaginary threat of Trump while paying their kids to protest and endanger Israel at colleges run by buffoons.

I can’t wait for this age to end. Americans are going to become more and more disgusting, and the walls of filth will continue to close in on the sane and the aware. It’s going to be like sharing a house with a pack of unhousetrained dogs.

Just not in the Way the Punks Want

I was reading the Bible and praying this morning, and I feel like I got a better understanding of how the Western world in 2024 resembles the disgusting cities of Sodom and Gomorrah in Genesis.

Yeshua visited Abraham, along with two other “men.” All three appeared as human beings. Abraham prepared meat for them, and they ate it, which is a good lesson for anyone who thinks God is a vegetarian opposed to all forms of killing. God himself ate veal with Abraham and two powerful cherubs, which are presumably the same cherubs depicted on the ark of the covenant.

Yeshua told Abraham he was going to look at Sodom and Gomorrah to see if the things he had been told were true. Realizing Yeshua intended to destroy these cities, and surely aware of the sexual perversion and cruelty that were going on, Abraham negotiated and got God to agree he would not destroy them if he found 10 righteous men there.

The cherubs went to Sodom, intending to stay in the street all night. Knowing what the San Franciscans and Hamasexuals of the time would do if they could, a horrified Lot begged them to stay in his home. Angels are said to be very beautiful, so they would have been irresistible to the homosexual rapists of Sodom.

The angels agreed, and Lot made them a feast. He served unleavened bread, showing that there wasn’t much time to prepare. This is a parallel to the story of the Passover, another instance of God saving his people by separating them from the incorrigibly wicked.

The homosexual rapists went to Lot’s house like a BLM mob and demanded that the angels be sent out to be raped. They expressly stated their intentions. Lot offered his two virgin daughters instead and begged the perverts to leave the angels alone. The homosexual rapists in the mob decided to treat Lot worse than the angels, and they tried to pull him outside. They showed no interest in normal sex, if rape can be called normal, with the females.

But for the angels, Lot would have been stripped naked and sodomized to death in front of his own house, with his household looking on.

The angels struck the homosexuals blind and told Lot to gather his family and let the angels take them out of the city.

Lot had at least 4 daughters. No sons were mentioned. He had at least two married daughters. Their husbands thought Lot was joking when he tried to get them to leave, so they were under some kind of supernatural spell. Lot left with his wife and two virgin daughters.

Lot’s wife disobeyed God and her husband and looked back during the trip, so she died and was turned into salt. She was destroyed by female rebellion.

It looks like God was willing to spare Sodom for one righteous person, Lot, instead of holding out for 10. Lot’s daughters got him drunk later and committed incest with him, so they probably were not considered righteous.

It may be that there were other righteous people in the group. Lot was wealthy, so he had servants, and his servants would have had families. Judaism and Christianity are patriarchal, and the Old Testament is full of figures who led big households and had servants. If there were other righteous people in the group, they are not mentioned. It is common for the Bible to mention patriarchs without mentioning all the people who lived and traveled with them.

Homosexuals like to say Sodom was not destroyed because of their perversion, but this is not true. The Bible says the sin of Sodom was selfishness, but in Jude, it also says Sodom was destroyed for sexual sin. Also, the New Testament says homosexual acts between men are worthy of death. See Romans. There were plenty of reasons to destroy Sodom.

The main conclusion is that evil societies have earned the death sentence, but God spares them total annihilation because righteous people live in them along with the wicked. This is why God hasn’t destroyed the world a second time yet.

Another conclusion is that God will rain destruction and agony on evil societies right away, once the people who belong to him are clear.

We now live in a world where sexual sin, including some of the most disgusting varieties, is endorsed by many huge nations. We generally haven’t committed to bestiality, incest, and child rape, but these things are getting more common, and “activists” are pushing to normalize them.

The nice thing about this deliverance story, which is a warning about the tribulation, is that it shows that destruction is not for everyone. You can avoid it if you are close to God. The tribulation can’t come while God’s children are still here.

I also read about “dignities.” Jude says God has it in for people who revile them.

Speaking of backward Christians like the prosperity preachers and homosexual clergy, Jude said:

Even as Sodom and Gomorrha, and the cities about them in like manner, giving themselves over to fornication, and going after strange flesh, are set forth for an example, suffering the vengeance of eternal fire.

Likewise also these filthy dreamers defile the flesh, despise dominion, and speak evil of dignities.

So what is a “dignity”? The Greek word is doxa, which is vague. It can mean something like glory or a glorious individual. A person imbued with God’s glory.

Some people say it refers to Satan and other fallen spirits, because Jude says:

Yet Michael the archangel, when contending with the devil he disputed about the body of Moses, durst not bring against him a railing accusation, but said, The Lord rebuke thee.

Some people say you can’t rebuke a foul spirit or speak evil of them. If that’s true, then you have to wonder why the Bible calls them impure and unclean. It also says we will cast them out, and it says we will tread on them.

To me, it appears that Jude was saying that if Michael was careful even when addressing the lowest of the low, human beings could cause themselves terrible trouble by speaking evil of people who speak for God.

Yeshua, John the Baptist, and the authors of the New Testament said terrible things about corrupt Jewish religious leaders, who were appointed by the Romans for money. They called them vipers and sons of hell, for example. They called them fools, comparing them to the retarded and the insane. They also used disparaging terms to describe sinners and people who didn’t listen. Clearly, then, “dignities” does not refer to all religious leaders or all people.

Based on my knowledge of the whole Bible, I believe Jude was criticizing punks in general. God hates punks. Christians love to say God loves everyone, but the Bible says otherwise. For example, it says he hates all workers of iniquity, and since he poured burning sulfur on the cities of the plain, it certainly looks like he hated the people who remained there after Lot left. I don’t think he loved them. Why would you pour burning sulfur on people you love?

In 2 Kings 2:23-24, God mutilated a bunch of children whose only known crime was making fun of Elisha, his anointed prophet. God, not Satan, brought two bears out to tear them open. In Deuteronomy 21, God told the Jews they could have worthless, rebellious children who ignored their parents executed by stoning, which really hurts and rips people’s heads open. God commanded the Jews to honor their parents, even though he did not say they had to love them, and the penalty was to live under curses, including premature death.

Punks have grandiose self-images which contrast starkly with their merits. They have no respect for people and spirits who are better than they are. They have no empathy. They take pleasure in sadism. They honor the vile, including spirits that hate God. They love to destroy. They persecute and steal from people who build. They can’t build anything for themselves. They reject the wisdom and commands of God and their betters. They love lying, and they punish and kill those who tell them the truth. They accuse better people of things they haven’t done, while denying their own egregious sins. They project their own evil onto people who are better than they are.

It sounds like God has it in for exactly the kind of people who are destroying and taking over America right now. We are inundated with punks who can’t receive correction. To make things worse, they pour out false correction.

God describes some people as worthless.

In the story of Naboth, Jezebel hires two worthless men to testify falsely against him. They said he had cursed God and King Ahab. Why did she do this? Ahab wanted Naboth’s vineyard, which Naboth had built, and Naboth did not want to sell. You can see how Jezebel resembles today’s leftist punks. Someone else built something and owned it, and she wanted it, so she made a lying accusation, destroyed the builder, and took what he built. Ahab got reparations.

The Bible uses the phrase “sons of Belial” to describe the false witnesses. Belial is a worthless spirit. His name means “worthless.” In the Bible, to be called the son of someone is to be said to be like him.

In the Old Testament, God calls the sons of Eli worthless. In Judges 19, God refers to the members of a Jewish homosexual rape mob in Gibeah as worthless, and later on, their tribe is wiped out.

“Belial” refers to Satan, who is, himself, worthless.

The Bible also uses the word “unprofitable” to describe worthless people. No matter what you do for them, they don’t change and become assets to the kingdom of God. In other words, they do not listen.

I have often said that God told me, “Hell is not full of ‘bad people.’ It’s full of people who don’t listen.” Hell is full of priests, rabbis, and popes who didn’t listen, but there are former rapists and murderers in heaven.

The children defiling our cities by testifying falsely against Jews, whites, men, Christians, conservatives, America, people who have assets, and everything and everyone else they can slander are children of Belial. They are making themselves worthless. The adults in government, the press, and the arts who support them are making themselves worthless. The world is filling up with worthless people who torment people who have humility and want to obey Yeshua.

The world is becoming unprofitable. God showed me that this is what precedes and motivates the rapture and the tribulation. God looks down, sees that traditional evangelism no longer produces a sufficient profit, notices that his people are being abused terribly without a good return on the investment, and pulls his children out. Then his fury pours out almost as it did on Sodom, except that he softens the blow enough to let some people live and change their minds.

Think of a grain of wheat. Most of it is worthless as food. The part that keeps you alive, and which has life in it, is in the interior. The husk is dead. This is why God compares worthless people to chaff. In tribulation, a tribulum crushes the husks of grain and removes them from the useful part, and then the husks are blown away and burned.

The kids in the tent camps are committing the sin Jude spoke of. They are reviling dignities. Their elders, Yahweh, people of good character, Christians, anyone who is anointed…everyone whose counsel can save them from hell.

Satan’s leftist and Islamist dupes now have cursed lives because they have done what the kids who made fun of Elisha did. In the supernatural realm, spirits are coming out to do the work of the bears. They won’t maul them, but they will do worse things. They will bring them things like poverty, addiction, criminal convictions, perversion, diseases, and the shortening of their lives, and the Islamists and kids who don’t repent will burn in the lake of fire forever.

Ironically, the people they abused will get reparations, and the world will be free, which is reminiscent of the slanderous chant about the river, the sea, and Palestine.

The Bible says Lot was vexed and oppressed in Sodom. Does that sound familiar? The chant kids and their allies vex decent people all day, every day. They get us fired from jobs. They ruin our businesses. They put their hands on us. They take over our schools. They dox and terrorize us. They demonize us. Because they have made themselves worthless by shutting their ears and praising themselves, there is nothing we can do to change them, so we sit at a distance and watch and wait for the end.

Of course they complain of genocide. They’re right in a way they don’t understand. God is going to commit genocide against them.

Israel is not genocidal, and the Jews didn’t steal land. The Jews begged the Arabs to stay in 1948, and other Arabs forced them to leave and to turn to actual genocide, which continues to this day. But God really is genocidal. He has done it before, and he will do it again. The punks falsely accuse their betters of genocide, and they deny the obvious antisemitic genocide they are calling for, and God himself will eventually do what they accuse Israel of doing. The punks will not be here for long.

It may sound strange to call God genocidal, but it’s obvious and undeniable. Read about the flood. Read about Sodom. Read Exodus. Read the Revelation. It shouldn’t be controversial.

We are not going to cleanse the world by buying rifles and ammunition. Cleansing the world is not our job, and we can’t do it anyway. God himself will do it. God told Yeshua to sit at his right hand while he made Yeshua’s enemies his footstool. He never told Yeshua to stand on his front porch and shoot people.