The King of Not Getting the Message

What on Earth is going on with Michael Avenatti?

Sometimes a nasty, rotten, cruel, dishonest person gets what he seems to deserve, and it seems so harsh, you can’t help feeling sorry for him. On the other hand, sometimes such a person’s high-handed, remorseless response to justice makes you forget about pity. You get so caught up, marveling at the spectacle, that you don’t think much about his suffering.

Avenatti is a marvel. Watching his post-conviction antics reminds me how strangely impressive a sociopath can be. Some people can perform feats of egotism, ingratitude, and blatant dishonesty that are just as impressive as the athletic feats of Jim Thorpe or the musical feats of Wolfgang Mozart.

I guess I should say I don’t know whether he’s a sociopath. Who knows? Maybe one day he’ll decide to amuse himself in prison, suing random people who have commented on his escapades. In my OPINION, he COULD be a sociopath. That’s better.

Avenatti was convicted of extortion because he threatened to expose misdeeds (alleged, alleged, go away lawyers) committed by the Nike corporation. At his sentencing, he did exactly what you would expect a contrite man with a guilty conscience…or a smart sociopath…to do. He cried and blamed himself. He said he would never practice law again, apparently thinking this would make people feel sorry for him instead of causing them to gasp with relief. Sociopaths tend to be tone-deaf when it comes to empathy, and it would make sense for one to try to get pity by claiming a forced job change was a punishment somehow on a par with prison time.

Anyway, at his sentencing, he groveled hard. Then last year, he was interviewed, and he was a different person. Angry, defensive Avenatti was back! Politico says he told them this: “Of course I made mistakes — you don’t end up in this situation without making mistakes. Whether those mistakes should put me where I am now is a different story.”

This sounds a lot different from what he told the judge at his sentencing. He told the judge his children should be ashamed of him because, “then their moral compass is where it should be.”

When he spoke to Politico, he was mad about the way he had been treated by the justice system. He pushed the argument that he was tried and convicted because he was an enemy of Donald Trump. He thought he got singled out. He was angry his partner in the Nike affair, Mark Geragos, wasn’t charged with anything. He claimed he went to a particularly nasty prison because Trump hated him. I think a contrite person would say, “I committed a pretty obvious tort, which is also a felony, while employed as an officer of the court. I would not be an ex-lawyer and convicted felon had I not chosen to do this.”

Complaining about his pain, he said:

If I start thinking about the relationships I had that I no longer have, the opportunities I had that I no longer have, the freedom I had that I no longer have, the wealth and things I used to have that I no longer have, the notoriety and the adoration I used to have that I no longer have — I mean, it’ll destroy me. I have to push it out of my mind, because it’s been such a gargantuan fall.

Sometimes, when you try to deceive, you make the truth more obvious. Look at all the things he wishes he still had. They’re all Avenatti-centered. The things that hurt most, apparently, are the superficial losses. Opportunities. Money. Admiration!

What kind of person grieves over losing the admiration of the public? What kind of person takes great pleasure in that? It’s the essence of narcissism. It’s impossible to be a person of quality and be highly motivated by the admiration of the public.

A good person cares about fairness. A good person cares about minimizing the unnecessary suffering of other creatures. A good person cares about remedying his own corruption. And where are his daughters in his list of regrets? What about the harm he did them?

God has said, “Pride goeth before destruction, and an haughty spirit before a fall.” If Avenatti weren’t extremely shallow and arrogant, losing the approval of millions of nameless people wouldn’t mean much to him. The fall wouldn’t be gargantuan, because he wouldn’t have lifted himself up that high.

Now he’s up against Stormy Daniels, the disgusting, unattractive woman the president slept with. He is accused of stealing hundreds of thousands of dollars from her, and he has cross-examined her.

He was given public defenders, which says something about his financial state, but he fired them. Ordinarily, it’s a very bad idea to represent yourself. It’s almost certainly a bad idea when you’re such a poor attorney you can’t tell when you’re committing extortion. On the other hand, public defenders are not known for their skills. I don’t know whether he will do a better job than they would have. Anyway, he is examining witnesses in court.

I read a little bit of their in-court exchange, and it’s pretty off-putting. There is no one to root for here. He seems to be focusing on her reputation instead of the law, trying to make her look sleazy, crazy, and dishonest. He got her to say she believed her doll could play the piano and that a “dark entity” made her boyfriend choke her and break her collarbone. He exposed her involvement in the occult. He also asked her if it was true that she had said watching him work was like seeing Michelangelo paint the Sistine Chapel. Her response: “Yes, that’s what you told me to say.”

Wow. These are people I would not want to know. It is distressing that President Trump would go for someone like that. She’s not even good-looking. He can’t even give that as an excuse. Sofia Vergara, I would understand. A young Cindy Crawford. Halle Berry. Someone a wealthy man with bad habits could not resist physically. I can see how that could happen. But Stormy Daniels couldn’t win a beauty contest in a holding cell.

Maybe she looked a lot better in 2006 when she and Trump are said to have gotten together. Women of her sort age fast.

What kind of person tells another person to say watching him work is like watching Michelangelo? I believe he told her to do it, because it’s such a stupid, offensive, ludicrous, self-worshiping thing to say. I can’t believe it would naturally occur to any client to say something like that. It sounds like the product of drug abuse or mental illness.

What is “watching him work,” anyway? Clients don’t watch lawyers work. They don’t sit in our offices, clapping every time we do a mouse click or type a word! How would a client know whether a lawyer was doing a good job? I guess she could watch him in court, but he never tried a case for her.

It’s gross, reading about two base people clawing at each other. I don’t want to be part of the same species they belong to. If I met intelligent aliens, and the only two other people they knew of were Michael Avenatti and Stormy Daniels, I would be embarrassed to speak to them.

I don’t know this guy, but my guess is that he is just about completely evil. I think he is incapable of remorse and couldn’t make himself feel it if he did his best. I think there are parts of his character that are simply missing. I don’t think prison will do anything for him but make him more resentful.

He reminds me of Satan, who betrayed the most innocent, loving, altruistic, patient, generous being there is and then, when he was accused, reacted as though God had wronged him. Truly evil people project. To sociopaths, just punishment looks like an unprovoked attack. It looks like the kind of thing they do.

When my sister was young, my dad gave up on corporal punishment. He found that it made her angry. She resented it. She thought he was just a bigger person picking on her because he was stronger. He decided to try a different approach. She acted up, and he told her that if she didn’t behave, he would be mad at her. She said, “Well, I’ll be mad at YOU.”

I think Avenatti is the same kind of person. He can’t imagine what it’s like to have a conscience or to care about anyone but himself, and I, bad as I am, can’t imagine what it’s like to be like him.

I think he has no chance at all of beating the Daniels case. He must be portraying her as a repulsive whore in hopes the finder of fact, having concluded he stole from her, will be glad he hurt her. Just guessing.

I think he’ll practice law again, in under 15 years. I know a felon who robbed clients, went to prison in Kentucky, and got his license back later. It can be done. I think Avenatti will be on the street by 2030, and then he’ll start campaigning to be reinstated wherever the bar association is most lenient.

Avenatti’s story is scary. It reminds me that it is possible to be beyond redemption, and unlike Avenatti, I know hell is real. If punishment has no effect on you, hell is probably in your future.

I have prayed for him before, and I will pray for him and Daniels tonight. I think I’ll throw Michael Cohen in for good measure.

Whatever my problems are, they could be a lot worse. I could be a man who can’t be helped.

Hip Pains and Chills

Wouldn’t you know it? I trusted the political and medical establishment, and I paid the price. I got a booster yesterday, and last night I had chills.

Both my original vaccination and my booster came from J&J. After the first shot, I seemed to feel a little tired for a few days, but the sensation was so slight, I wasn’t sure it had anything to do with side effects. I didn’t have any other symptoms, such as chills. Last night, my nose ran briefly, and then my butt started to hurt. I used nasal spray so I would be able to sleep, and I figured that would fix everything.

I had to get up and go to my garage for something. It was cold out there. For some reason, we get a type of cold weather here that seems to get into the bones even if you’re indoors. I can’t explain it. When it’s both cold and wet, I sense the cold even in the house. We are having that kind of weather now. When I got back from the garage, I felt cold. I shivered a few times, and I realized I was having chills.

I took a hit of ivermectin, put wool socks on, got in bed, turned the electric blanket up all the way, and roasted myself all night like a yam.

I took the ivermectin because I thought I might have coronavirus, not shot side effects. There is no reason why you can’t get sick the same day you get the shot.

I started having weird thoughts. The shot uses adenoviruses to make the body produce antibodies to the covid spike protein, so I assume that means it actually gives people adenovirus infections. What if taking ivermectin, which may have antiviral effects, fights the infection and makes the shot less effective?

Like I always say, I don’t know if ivermectin does anything for me or not. My symptoms used to collapse after I took it, but that could be coincidence, and I don’t know whether I had covid or other things. But I couldn’t help wondering if it might work against the booster.

I wondered why I was having a reaction I didn’t have the first time around. Is my body getting annoyed with the shots for some reason? Is it losing its ability to cope? Will I be dead before I have to make my next American Express payment?

The web says the J&J booster is exactly the same as the vaccine, so my issues aren’t caused by a higher dose.

When I got up today, my butt still hurt a little, and my nose still felt a little funny, but that was about it. I guess my hip joints will return to normal today.

I had a hard time getting my body warm. It surprised me that I had to use the blanket’s top setting. If my wife had been with me, I think she would have had to make some kind of arrangement to get away from the heat. I wasn’t sweating at all, so I had no reason to turn the heat down to a reasonable level. I considered throwing a couple more blankets on the bed, but I didn’t really want to walk across that cold 75-degree room and lose all the heat I had stored up under the covers.

The experience brought back memories. When I was a kid, it seemed like I had tonsillitis once a week, so I had many fevers. They gave me lots of shots. I doubt the shots did anything but hurt, because there was never any reason to think the infections were bacterial. I remember getting 6 million units of penicillin once. The syringe looked like a basketball pump.

Back then, doctors liked to give people giant doses of antibiotics whether they made sense or not. I don’t know why they did that. Maybe they made a lot of money on the shots.

Doctors do things like that. The doctor who gave me 6 million units used to tell his Medicaid patients their Medicaid would be canceled if they didn’t come in once a month, and he added his own pharmacy to his practice, creating an obvious conflict of interest.

My mother got so used to my fevers, she once went out to dinner with my dad when I was up over 103. I don’t think that was a good idea, but it happened. As I recall, I had a bottle of alcohol to rub on myself if needed.

I wandered the empty house in a daze, wearing nothing but a pair of gym shorts. I was nearly delusional. It was somewhat pleasant, like being on drugs.

Last night I thought about that, and I remembered something I had forgotten. Fevers and chills can be enjoyable. When you have chills, it feels great bundling up and baking yourself until you warm up. When you have a fever, you enter a dreamy, somewhat crazy state that makes it very easy to sleep.

I used to behave very oddly when I had childhood fevers. One one occasion, my mother put me in the car in my pajamas and housecoat to take me to the pediatrician. I was really gone. I obsessed on the fact that I might get another one of those shots. I was a great big 12-year-old kid, and I started crying about it. I was not a cryer, but on that day, I couldn’t help myself. I could not face that shot. And of course, I got it.

So how am I now? I almost have a headache, my nose is not quite right, my appetite is not good, and I’m still waiting for the hip pains to disappear completely. Oddly, I have lots of energy, as usual.

Is the shot doing me any good? No idea. The web says J&J immunity begins to develop after 12 days. Or 14. Or 29. As always, I would like to thank THE SCIENCE for all its help. Another great job of pinning down the facts.

Here’s a question. If coronavirus can run its course in as few as 5 days, which must indicate the development of immunity, why would a shot take 29 days to generate helpful antibodies? Does that make sense to anyone?

No, it doesn’t make sense, and THE SCIENCE doesn’t have the answer. These are my assumptions, anyway, based on two years of science’s abject, indisputable failures. When it comes to coronavirus, THE SCIENCE is a D student, but people still brag that they trust it. This is like bragging that your car’s GPS has a 2002 map update installed.

I don’t trust THE SCIENCE. I rely on it because there is no alternative and because I want to get on airplanes without a hassle. I hope the shot will prevent me from dying if I get sick, but its health benefits are not nearly as certain as its social benefits.

My real source of protection is God, but unfortunately, they won’t let you on a plane just because you pray.

Fully Vaccinated, AGAIN

Yesterday I wrote a long piece in which I listed 13 coronavirus lies and errors, plus one human rights atrocity, all of which were perpetrated by the establishment. This morning I took it down. I felt like the world didn’t need another angry blog post.

I hear phrases which I believe are from God, and two days ago, I heard one that surprised me: “This is a world of love.”

The world is full of true hate now. People who used to find each other merely annoying are now completely ready to put each other in camps and exterminate each other. So how can this be a world of love? I think I know the answer.

It has become very obvious to me that God’s children and Satan’s children experience the world differently. I often say we share the same planet but live in different universes. The children of darkness are losing their minds over politics and coronavirus, and so are many nominal Christians. Meanwhile, people who are close to God are much happier. Many are experiencing the best years of their lives. The years 2020 and 2021 were wonderful for me, and it looks like 2022 will be even better.

There is always symmetry in the supernatural. God and Satan. Jesus and the Antichrist. Magic, which is evil, and the supernatural tools of Christians, which are good. It makes sense that Satan’s children, which means all the people who are not involved with Jesus, would start experiencing hell on Earth while God’s children would start doing better than ever.

The day before the phrase came to me, I woke up and felt love flowing through me to God. This is something for which I have been praying for years. When Jesus visited me, his love bombarded me as though I were standing next to a heat lamp, and I believe I’m supposed to radiate love, too. Sometimes it flows, and sometimes it doesn’t. I’m not Jesus. When I feel it flowing, I try to hold onto it and make it last. I stayed in bed for a couple of hours.

The Revelation says a spirit of murder will be released on Earth during the apocalypse, and it’s already here. It has been at work for several years. If that is true, then surely God will counter it by pouring love through people who can carry it.

So it should be a time of love for Christians who keep praying for correction and deliverance. Meanwhile, it’s a time of hate for people like Howard Stern, who is so afraid of death he says people who won’t accept vaccination should go home and die. It’s a time of hate for a lot of leftist celebrities, as well as leftist Tweeters who make fun of unvaccinated people who get sick and pass away.

The apocalypse is a centrifuge. It separates darkness from light.

I think what I heard came from God. I get tired of being provoked. Many times, I have removed my own remarks from the web. I would like to become a constructive force.

Speaking of vaccines, I got a booster today. We are inundated with disinformation and misinformation, so sometimes it is not possible to make intelligent decisions about coronavirus. I made the smartest decision I could.

I hate the lies the establishment has told us about strategies for fighting the disease. I am also very critical of the vaccines. They are not good at all. They do a very poor job of preventing infection. They do nothing at all to prevent infected people from spreading coronavirus, although somehow, many Americans have gotten the baseless impression that they do. They don’t do a good job of preventing deaths among high-risk people. On top of that, credible research suggests mRNA shots damage DNA. There are a couple of worthwhile benefits to shots, though.

First, they make it considerably less likely that certain people will have severe symptoms. This seems to be true, although one wonders what they will tell us tomorrow. Some people get vaccinated and boosted and die anyway, but it looks like shots save some lives. Now that I have a wife, I feel obligated to try to live. Not that I was excited about the prospect of dying with a tube down my throat. As I have often said, give me a meteor strike to the head any day. Second, boosters shut the covid police up and make life easier for those who comply. It’s less of a hassle to get on a plane or cross a border, for example.

Third, I guess, if you’re up on your shots, people are less likely to celebrate when you die. That’s a depressing truth. The link I just posted goes to a story about Meat Loaf’s new detractors.

A lot of leftists are making fun of Meat Loaf because they think he died unvaccinated. They’re saying, “Now we know what he wouldn’t do for love.” They’re putting variations of this unclever remark next to their real names on Twitter, which shows you how much progress the spirit of murder has made. Imagine being proud of being cruel to the family of a person who just died. Isn’t that what made leftists hate the Westboro Baptist Church?

I got the shot mainly for love. Interesting parallel. Meat Loaf may have gotten it, too. The buzzards and hyenas tearing at his body don’t know; they’re just assuming he didn’t because he was against mandates. He was old, overweight, and severely asthmatic, so he may have been in the huge group of people shots and boosters do not help at all. Maybe he took two or three shots and still died. I don’t think leftists like hearing about it, but that happens a lot. They like to think they can protect themselves, but they’re fooling themselves. Some people can reduce the risk by taking shots. For others, nothing works.

I don’t trust the mRNA shots, so I got another J&J shot. I believe it is likely to provide some protection in the unlikely event I get Delta, which is very rare now. I believe it may possibly provide some protection if I get Omicron, which is everywhere. I know there is a blood clot risk from the shot itself, but it’s very low, and I already beat it once.

The one thing I’m sure the booster will do for me is this: it will make traveling to Ireland less of a hassle. Ireland does not require vaccines now, but if you’re vaccinated, you can go there without taking a PCR test. These tests give false positives, and they can also be inconvenient. It’s best to travel between Wednesday and Friday, because you may have trouble getting a PCR on a weekend. If you take your test on a Monday or Tuesday, things will go more smoothly.

It is unlikely that I would have a problem getting a test result early in the week, but I might.

Why would I need a test if I’ve already had the shot? Because by Ireland’s standards, I was unvaccinated until this afternoon. To be exempt from testing, you have to have had your last vaccine shot or booster within 270 days of travel. My vaccination was a long time ago.

Rhodah and I are hoping to meet in Ireland soon, so now we have one less thing to worry about. Assuming I don’t die from blood clots. THE SCIENCE says the risk disappears after 28 days. Hope that’s true.

We chose Ireland because the rest of Europe is convinced I want to move my wife from inexpensive Zambia to an expensive country, permanently. They think she will never leave. I’m not sure who they think will pay her bills if she moves to France or Switzerland. Not me! If I was going to move her, I would put her in Turkey or the Dominican Republic. I wouldn’t send her to a place where breakfast costs $20.

Rhodah went to the Irish Embassy in Lusaka, and they were extremely kind to her. She met the ambassador. They said they would get her in. Ireland is a slam dunk, and tourists give it raves, so Ireland it is.

Now we just have to motivate ourselves. We have gotten very complacent. We talk on video chat all day, and our lives are easy.

I wonder what, if any, side effects I’m going to have. Last time, I seemed to feel a little tired after the shot. I don’t remember any other problems. I was almost unable to feel today’s shot, but my arm started hurting afterward, which is weird. By the time I got in the car, it was over. I walked right out after the shot. No waiting period. Remember when they used to make us wait, to see if we would faint or something? Not any more. No one cares. We’re over it, I guess. I didn’t even get the information sheet my consent form said I had received. I checked the box that said I had received and read it, and they didn’t bother giving it to me, because no one cares any more.

I wasn’t excited about getting a booster, because I believe it’s extremely likely they will start using mandatory boosters to control us eventually. I don’t want to get in the habit so I’m afraid, after too many authoritarian strings are attached, to stop taking the shots. I prayed about it, though, and I felt God was telling me to go ahead. The mark of the beast may involve vaccinations, but it’s not here yet.

Now if I get sick and die, I’m going to start a Twitter account while I’m expiring, and I’m going to needle celebrities who said I was going to be safe.

Okay, I won’t do that. But it’s a funny idea.

Folly is Set in Great Dignity, and the Rich Sit in Low Place

Today I offered a friend of mine some advice on getting rid of mice, and she did not want to hear it. She let me know I was not to bring the subject up any more.

Why did she respond this way? Because the thought of killing mice bothers her. That got me thinking about the way the authority structure works in God’s kingdom, so I thought I might write a blog post that could be helpful to other people.

Of course, we are supposed to kill mice, as well as other creatures. It’s one of the less-pleasant obligations of life. God is 100% behind killing other living things under certain circumstances. In fact, the ancient Jews were obligated to kill all sorts of animals every day. Veganism was not an option; it would have been an extremely sinful lifestyle under the Jewish law. Cain was cursed because he tried to sacrifice plants instead of killing animals. God has always required blood as payment for sin.

Jews were also obligated to kill certain types of people, although that’s a different subject. The law doesn’t say, “I suggest thou kill witches.” It says, “Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live.” God required the Hebrews to take cities and kill everyone in them, including babies.

The Jews suffer and die to this day because their king refused to slaughter every last Amalekite. He was nice, though. He was nonconfrontational. You have to give him that.

The King James Bible says, “Thou shalt not kill,” but in Hebrew, it prohibits murder, not killing. Murder is illegal killing, and not all killing is murder.

God put us in a world where we have to do harsh things sometimes. He did this so we would understand what it’s like to do harsh things. Our sins made it necessary for him to permit great suffering in the world, and they make it necessary for him to put people in hell, so we need to know how it feels to do harm when we do not want to.

To get back to animals, our grocery stores are full of their body parts, we wear their skins, we ride them, and we test drugs and other products on them. No sane person ever runs to the altar and begs forgiveness for eating a Slim Jim, not that I’m positive they contain meat, but you see what I mean. If it’s okay to eat a steak, it’s okay to step on a live mouse, which I have done.

A century or so ago, nearly no one had qualms about squishing bugs, trapping rats, or shooting pest animals. As people moved into cities and forgot what life was really all about, many human beings developed unhealthy concerns about the welfare of animals, to the point where, in their minds, animals became more important than people.

It’s sick and evil to set animals above people, and it leads to some crazy behavior, such as animal hoarding. It can drive people to deprive others of the consideration God expects them to give, in order to spend their time helping animals.

I know a lady who keeps unwanted animals in a barn, at the expense of a person who would much prefer not to support them. Knowing a tropical storm was coming, she chose to cut dangerous trees around the barn, but she left trees in place beside the home where her grandchildren lived. The barn was unscathed, but the home was destroyed by an enormous tree and had to be replaced. There is no way to justify that kind of perversity and self-righteousness. The animals should be sold, given away, or killed. It’s that simple. Given the chance, I would shoot them all in the head if it was the only way to spare the kids another episode of homelessness.

Here where I live, the Humane Society has a thrift store, and the Salvation Army has one right next to it. I went to donate things, and I found that the Humane Society’s store was huge and stocked with expensive items. The Salvation Army’s store was small and poorly stocked. That’s disgusting and wrong. It made me angry. God will judge the people who drove past a Christian organization that helps addicts and the homeless in order to donate money to help stray animals, most of which should be gassed humanely and cheaply.

There is a hierarchy in the universe. God is on top. Human beings who belong to him come next. Animals and demons are below us. If animals have too much priority in your life, you are also subordinate to demons and Satan.

I often tell a story about my sister and a dog I used to have. This dog was very submissive to almost everyone. He had no respect for my sister, however. She hated authority, especially when males were involved. She hated masculinity itself. She liked palling around with homosexual men. They were little nonthreatening men who were easily commanded, so they made her happy.

She could not submit to our parents and grandparents. She was extremely disrespectful to all of them, even when she was sponging off them and could be turned out into the street at their whims. Which happened more than once.

She had a habit of obtaining small dogs and spoiling them. She made them unbearable to other people. She didn’t housetrain them; they did their business wherever they happened to be, including on beds and couches. She bought them rib eye steak from Whole Foods. When she entered a room, the dogs got what they wanted, and everyone else in the room had to submit and suffer or deal with my sister’s tantrums and torrents of abuse. The dogs ruined floors and carpets.

The dogs had authority over her. She loved evil, she served Satan, so the authority structure was inverted in her life. Satan was at the top, then came demons, then came her dogs, then came her flesh, and then came the people she and her dogs made miserable.

My father, my mother, and I killed some of her dogs and turned one loose. I took one to be euthanized, and so did my mother. She took two, actually. She claimed a mean, untrained poodle got sick and didn’t make it, but in reality, he got an injection and blessed us all by expiring. One of her dogs bared its teeth at my dad at the front door of the house, so he stepped aside and invited it to leave, which it did.

My dog treated me with deference, but he considered himself dominant over my sister.

One day he entered a room where my sister was sitting. He climbed on the couch next to her. He put his feet up against her. He shoved her onto the floor. Then he stretched out in comfort. That’s what he thought of her. He knew she was a loser. He saw something people could not.

If you’re always looking after animals and putting their needs first, you have made yourself subordinate to them. If you’re subordinate to them, you also lack authority over your flesh and demons. You will be subordinate to evil people who don’t know God. You will always be pushed around.

When I see a spider or roach, I kill it. I don’t run for a paper so I can scoop it up, gently deposit it outside in a sunny spot, and pat myself on the back. The other day, I trapped a female coon in my yard. Coons kill livestock and pets, and they spread rabies. I stuck a pistol through the bars of the trap and shot it in the head, and then when it stopped jerking, I threw it over the fence to rot. I shoot squirrels, which damage my property, and throw them into the woods. I poison all sorts of bugs.

I have used glue traps for mice. Sometimes the mice were still alive when I got to them, so I stepped on them to kill them in a hurry. I didn’t like the suffering glue involved, but I thought glue traps were the best type, so I used them. I found that plastic snap traps were better. I use peanut butter to glue smelly anticoagulant rat bait to the traps. When I find a dead mouse, I flush him down the toilet, remove his dried blood from the floor, clean the trap, and start over.

Animals don’t push me around. I’m like Redd Foxx, who said he would run over Bambi if he got in his way. I am better than an animal. I am more important. I love animals, but I also know my place in the universe, and I want to keep it. I don’t want to offend God by discounting my importance and disregarding his right to establish hierarchy.

Under the right circumstances, I won’t hesitate to kill a pest animal that has legal protection. I don’t care how sacred it is to tree-huggers. Good luck catching me out here. Some laws are stupid.

I used to be on the bottom in life. Unpleasant people used to push me around. I had to work with them. I dated them. I tolerated things no one should tolerate. I couldn’t get free. It was humiliating.

When I started putting God first and praying in tongues every day, I started to get promotion. The Bible predicts this. It says promotion comes from God.

When I was away from God, I was putting God at the bottom, whether I realized it or not. When I put God at the bottom, I put Satan at the top. You worship God or Satan. There is no third choice. You may think you worship another God, or that you worship nothing, but if God is not your god, you are a worshiper of Satan.

Because I put God at the bottom, he was not there to lift me above Satan, demons, lower creatures, and rotten people. I was not part of God’s organization, so when I asked him for help, it was as if I worked for Apple and called Bill Gates for help. He was not interested. When you choose your god, you choose the one you go to for help.

Over the years, I have been exalted a step at a time. The people who used to make me miserable are gone. I don’t have a single one left in my life. I never hear from my sister, for example, and I will never tolerate involvement with her again. I would let her live in a refrigerator box before I would be involved with her and subject myself or my wife to abuse. I live in a Christian area. I don’t have to work for a godless boss. I don’t have to walk past gay parades and BLM terrorists to get groceries. I don’t have to wear a mask or hide in my house. I don’t have problem neighbors. I have no creditors.

If you’re giving animals inordinate consideration and honor, your life is in grave disorder. This is especially true if you set them above your spouse or children. It’s a terrible sin to make a person suffer so an animal can do better than it should. If you teach your kids to coddle roaches and mice, you also teach them people, many of whom are sons and daughters of God, are not as important as vermin. You teach your kids they, themselves, are not important or obligated to respect God’s hierarchy.

Mice and rats carry things like Lyme disease, hantavirus, leptospirosis, plague, salmonellosis, and rabies. Some people hoard dogs and cats. Well, they carry lots of diseases, including coronavirus (which rodents also carry). There are people who suffer from the delusion that spiders are our friends, so they never kill them. Nearly any kind of spider will bite, and they cause huge, pus-filled boils even if they’re not poisonous. Happened to me twice.

It may be unpleasant, doing your duty and putting animals beneath human beings, but it’s still your duty. Animals were not created in God’s image. Exalting an animal above a person is an insult to God. God isn’t going to pat you on the back in heaven and congratulate you on leaving your fortune to a cat shelter; he will be very displeased if you do something like that. For $350, you can move a starving Jew to Israel, permanently. You can give money to World Relief and send African girls and boys to school or buy them Bibles or vaccines. In view of facts like these, it will be hard to explain your cat resort in the throne room.

It’s extremely important to recognize and correct an authority inversion in your life. Authority inversions show that you are disrespecting God and that you live a life of abasement and defeat.

If you are on the bottom in life, something is wrong, and it’s not okay with God if you tolerate it. You are supposed to be on top. I’m not saying everyone is supposed to be rich and in charge of other people. I’m saying you shouldn’t be pushed around every day. Horrible people should not run your life. You should be able to cast out demons without much difficulty. Your prayers should get answers. You should receive healings. You should be serving God, and he should be exalting you.

What if you were in the army, and you were a major, and you decided to let privates tell you what to do because you wanted to be popular or you just were not a confrontational person? What would happen if a general showed up and saw you doing their laundry and cleaning their latrines? Would he be understanding? He would relieve you and have you charged with dereliction of duty. Someone else would get your job. When you’re appointed to a position of command, you are required to lead and make tough decisions. It’s not optional. We have to kill mice and rats. We have to put human beings above animals. We have to rule over demons. We don’t get to decide what we will and will not do.

This information can be very helpful to people who can’t figure out why they’re losers. If you can’t win, put God first. Get baptized with the Holy Spirit. Confess, confess, confess. Repent. Pray as much as you can. Ask for correction and treat it like the treasure it is. Become a warrior who defeats demons. Help other people. God will exalt you sooner or later. He won’t leave you on the bottom if you put him on top.

I was a loser, so I know what I’m talking about. Now I win, win, win. God gave me a wife who is a winner, too. She made mistakes, her life went badly, and she got back on the path. We do spiritual warfare together every day. We get revelation. She has visions which turn out to be true. I have dreams that guide me. We are one because we submit to the Holy Spirit as well as we can.

We don’t have to suffer in miserable workplaces where we are taught to fall on our faces before sexual perverts and entitlement junkies. We don’t live among hostile people who vex us with their trashy ways. God did all this for us. We used to lose, and we deserved it, but now we win, together, under God.

My wife is a real treasure. She has exceeded my hopes in every way. I’m so glad I didn’t marry a neurotic American woman with a bridezilla complex and misandry issues; they are very common. I’ve known lots of women, and I can honestly say the thought of being chained to any of them is repugnant now that I know what a real wife looks like. I thought some had potential, but now I know they were snares.

The productive marriages I am familiar with can be counted on the fingers of one hand, but I have seen dozens of scary marriages.

My wife and I are a team, together with God. He is helping us to improve, every day. We don’t have power struggles. I don’t have to worry about her having a fit because I didn’t recycle something or because I couldn’t care less about my carbon footprint. I don’t have to apologize for voting for Trump; she is with me all the way on that. She doesn’t scold and try to correct me like a typical American woman. She doesn’t have gay friends or bitter female friends I have to humor and accommodate. I have no mother-in-law trying to suck the joy out of my life.

Rhodah isn’t a dead weight or an adversary in my walk with God. Whenever I share a revelation with her, she chimes in and completes it with revelation of her own. She maintains her relationship with God because she wants to; I am not the driving force.

When I was a loser, I was not fit for a daughter of God, so I kept running into women who were losing, too. When I put God on top, he changed me so I would be an asset, not a liability. After that, he had an incentive to help me marry well, and look what happened.

I know she reads my blog. Good! She needs to know these things so she will be encouraged. We are one, permanently. Doesn’t matter if praising her bothers other people. She is my flesh, and they never will be. No other person will ever have the special position she has in my life. In comparison, even my best friend is an outsider. I will side with her against anyone but God.

I’ll give you an example of how authority works. A kitten showed up in my wife’s house. It seemed very nice. My wife took pity on it and gave it some food. It decided it loved my wife, because cats love everyone who feeds them. It would dart into the house when she opened the door, so she had to throw it out. It rubbed against her ankles. Did she decide she had to be the cat’s mother? No. She said, “I don’t want a cat.” Period.

She started giving the food through someone else so the cat would not associate it with her. I told her to make sure she didn’t touch the food, so the food would not smell like her.

We were concerned about the cat’s future, and it was also getting on our nerves, so we prayed for it. A couple of days later, the security guard where she lives took it home to his family. Problem solved. The cat didn’t make my wife a slave, because my wife is better than a cat, but the cat still got what it needed. It is no longer our headache.

There was nothing we could do for it in the natural. You can’t bring a cat from Africa to the US, and she didn’t want the cat anyway. Things worked out great.

One nice thing about Africa is that they know the difference between an animal and a person. Dog sweaters and boots will never be big sellers there.

When you put God on top, he puts other creatures beneath you. He defends you from manipulation.

I hope this material helps people. If you feel beaten down, and you can’t understand why you can’t get away from people who ruin life, you need to put God first so he can put you first. Don’t believe the garbage about God giving people “grace” to live contentedly as punching bags. That’s not what the word “grace” means. If you live a life of defeat, it’s because you LACK God’s grace. “Grace” means supernatural help, and God has repeatedly promised his children they will be the head and not the tail.

Proud people may read this and think, “Just you wait. You are lucky, so you don’t understand. Wait till it happens to you.”

It already did happen to me. Defeat was my lifestyle. God showed me the way out. You can have relief, but if you prefer to hold onto unprofitable ideas, you certainly may.

Doctors Reluctantly Admit What Bright Children Knew a Year Ago

Meant to publish this earlier in the week.

As a man with a spousal visa application pending, I am always interested in coronavirus news. Today there are some interesting stories.

First of all, I guessed wrong when I said Omicron should be pretty much over with by January 15. I based that guess on what happened in South Africa, but the US and other countries are taking longer to recover. It’s now looking more like the first week of February.

Okay, I still did very well for a layman who bases his predictions on a few skimmed news articles. About 10 days ago, “experts” were still making it sound like the world had ended.

It also looks like people all over the world are going into Florida mode. Even the timid, self-emasculated government slaves known as Australians are being allowed to socialize more normally. Some of them are, anyway. Kansas City has abandoned its unrealistic contact-tracing program. Israeli doctors are admitting we are not seeing a “pandemic of the unvaccinated,” saying the difference in the infection rate between vaccinated and unvaccinated people is miniscule. They’re also expressing surprise that vaccines didn’t end the pandemic. Some places are abandoning vaccine passports.

How surprised should we be?

The pandemic can’t go away through vaccination unless we have great vaccines or cures and nearly everyone uses them, forever. A couple of years ago, I thought our vaccines could work, but that was before I knew something everyone ought to know by now: dogs, cats, rodents, deer, hippopotamuses, and, presumably, all sorts of other animals are infected. People who don’t think clearly are asking whether they can transmit the disease to humans. If interspecies transmission isn’t possible, how did deer get it? Of course it’s possible.

If every person on Earth were magically cleared of the virus this minute, the pandemic would come back soon, because animals would give it to us. We can’t vaccinate all the deer. We’re not going to vaccinate all the dogs. It’s not just an epidemic; it’s a panzootic.

We were able to get rid of smallpox because we didn’t have to worry about vaccinating the entire mammal population of the world, and because the vaccine was good. Now we have a bunch of crummy vaccines and at least billions of carriers we can’t cure or prevent from spreading the disease. On top of that, there is no reliable cure.

A CDC page says this: “cats, dogs, bank voles, ferrets, fruit bats, hamsters, mink, pigs, rabbits, racoon [sic] dogs, tree shrews, and white-tailed deer can be infected with the virus.” Hamsters are being euthanized because they are susceptible, so that means rats and mice are carrying it, too. Have I seen proof? No, but come on.

In late 2020, CNN made the patently stupid remark that infection was rare in animals, as though it were meaningful. They should have known that if some animals had it, others were going to get it. Maybe animal infections were rare back then, because the pandemic was young, or maybe there hadn’t been enough testing to reveal the full extent of the problem, but here’s the remarkable fact CNN overlooked: contagious disease case numbers grow over time.

I am not at all reluctant to suggest that CNN’s people didn’t understand this, even though it’s the single most obvious fact about contagious diseases. It’s what “contagious” means. Journalists are incredibly dumb about science. They are just not bright. It’s terribly unfortunate that we rely on a body of unintelligent people to give us information about anything.

Scientists are defending their vaccines, pointing to other shots that have low efficacy rates. Flu shots, for example, often miss the mark. Supposedly, this means our covid vaccines are okay. Their defensive arguments are clearly wrong. The smallpox vaccine has a no-infect rate of 95%. The polio vaccine is 99% effective. Indisputably, there are such things as good vaccines. Covid vaccines have a no-infect rate not far from zero, which, by any reasonable scientific standard, is not high. The best you can reasonably hope for after being vaccinated and boosted is that when you get sick, you won’t have severe symptoms, and they can’t even guarantee that. They used to tell us severe cases were impossible for the once-vaccinated, and a couple of months down the road, they sang a totally different tune.

Right now, there are only two intelligent reasons to get vaccinated. 1. To shut people up so you can get on with your life, and 2. to provide a significant but not huge increase in your chances of avoiding severe symptoms such as death. With Omicron’s dramatically decreased severity, reason 2 is getting weaker by the second. Unless you’re a cast member on My 600-Pound Life, Omicron is not likely to do you in.

A 40% efficacy rate for a flu shot is not terrible, because the flu is only rarely a serious disease, it almost never amounts to a national or global crisis, and we get a new flu (or flus) every year, so if one year’s vaccines aren’t great, there is always next year. An ineffective coronavirus vaccine armory is much worse. Coronavirus isn’t going away at the end of every year, and unlike the flu, coronavirus has disrupted civilization.

Unless the virus decides to keep getting less dangerous until the end of the world, the only answer to our problem is a really good vaccine or cure. We will continue to be exposed to covid forever, so as long as new Delta-like variants remain possible, we need something that reliably prevents severe symptoms.

All the vaccines stink. Drink that in. They stink. It’s probably a good idea to take a non-mRNA shot if you’re fat, sick, or old, but don’t expect the moon. If you squeak by with a really bad week of fever, aches, and other problems, you are doing as well as you can reasonably hope to.

If you take an mRNA shot, you have to worry about the DNA damage credible researchers say mRNA shots do, so you could be replacing a minor problem with a major one. I might conceivably take a Johnson & Johnson, Astrazeneca, or Novavax booster, but I have no interest in something that prevents my cells from repairing mutations.

The medical establishment is amazing. They try to ram antioxidants down our throats because they prevent mutations. They tell us to stay out of the sun because UV rays cause mutations. They tell us smoking causes mutations. Then researchers say mRNA shots prevent cells from repairing mutations…and everyone is quiet. If the risk isn’t real, shouldn’t they at least have told us that? They haven’t.

But we should trust them, because science. Right? Wrong. The medical establishment is politicized. Along with the press and the government, it hides things from us. It’s no wonder there are so many insane conspiracy theories about coronavirus. How many times do officially-endorsed lies and omissions have to be revealed before people start turning to alternative sources?

In Europe and other parts of the world, anti-vaccination riots have been going on for months, and not even Fox News covers them. The people at Fox pretend to be MSM outsiders, but it’s a very thin facade. Fox made its employees submit to vaccinations and tests. If riots can take place in high-profile places in Europe and we have to go to Youtube to find out about it, it proves we can’t trust the establishment. Like we needed more evidence.

Since beginning to write this piece, I have learned that Fox has just “discovered” the foreign riots. Congratulations, Fox, and welcome to last year.

We have no way of knowing whether the mRNA shots are safe, because no one in a position of power will even confront the question.

How many times have establishment claims about these shots been proven badly wrong? Many. In view of that, how can we trust the establishment now?

The establishment is run by people who don’t believe in God and have a phobia of death and a love of authoritarianism and elitism. They are genuinely scared of covid. They can’t be trusted to tell us the truth. They couldn’t make themselves do it if they wanted to. Fear leads to rationalization. It causes people to convince themselves the truth is wrong.

The establishment makes up narratives and feeds them to us, we occasionally see through them, we look for other sources, and then we start believing nutcases who say they’re injecting us with cameras or sterilizing us or God knows what else.

Solomon said, “A good name is better than precious ointment,” and the establishment’s name is no longer good at all. It’s not even good enough for government work. Credibility is something that should only be sacrificed with great reluctance, because sooner or later, you will want to use it in a very critical situation. The establishment didn’t take this into consideration.

Our anti-coronavirus measures are not working, and, as everyone with common sense predicted, fatigue has set in. People are saying, “A few deaths are okay as long as I don’t have to wear a filthy mask and recycle my own stale breath for 10 hours a day.” They want to send their kids back to school. They want to socialize, which is essential to mental health. They are remembering something they had forgotten before the pandemic started: liberty is worth the sacrifice of a certain number of lives.

You can’t make relatively free people hide in their houses and wear ineffective masks forever. They got us to comply by assuring us it was all temporary, but since they started saying that, children have been born and learned to walk and talk. Increasingly, people are not buying it.

A normal social life is not a luxury; it’s a necessity. Anyone who thinks otherwise is an ignoramus. Isolation ruins our mental and physical health. It’s remarkable that we hear so little about this. The leftists who control education and government whine about things like how much room pigs and zoo animals have to move around, but they think human beings can hole up in their homes with no ill effects.

How could anyone have been stupid enough to think zero covid was possible? How do people like that get degrees in medicine and positions in government? We should have isolated fat, sick, and old people who were willing to be isolated, and we should have been much less demanding regarding the vast majority of us.

Now people are so tired of the nonsense, even if a good approach pops up, many of us won’t want to hear about it.

The most remarkable thing about our situation after two years of coronavirus is that there has been no revival. It used to be that people were smart enough to know epidemics were caused by sin and backsliding. Not any more. America has gotten much more vociferous and fanatical in its promotion of sexual perversion, idolatry, pride, and other things that bring calamity on us. God has no reason to relent and help us out.

Because we have dug in our heels, I think Omicron will be a pause, not a finale. Either a worse variant will follow it, or some other apocalyptic evil will hit us. I hope the break will last long enough for my wife and I to get together permanently. I would be shocked if the world’s descent into chaos actually stopped.

By the way, I had an interesting revelation the other day. For some time, I’ve believed coronavirus was partly a punishment for perversion. I saw the parallel between the modern world and Sodom. Now I feel I know more about that.

Homosexuals love to claim Sodom was not punished for perversion. They cite a Biblical passage that says Sodom’s sin was selfishness. Of course, the Bible does say Sodom was punished for perversion, but why would it also mention selfishness?

England used to be America. England was the world’s big superpower, and they spread the gospel. As England’s power and wealth increased, men became drunk with ambition and greed. They were taken away from their families by their ambitions. They forgot God, too.

When men aren’t around to raise their sons properly, sexual perversion flourishes. This is why homosexual antics are such big problems at boarding schools. British men were selfish and greedy, and now British males are effeminate. It’s pretty easy to tell a typical gay American from a straight one, but most educated Englishmen seem gay regardless of their orientation.

Think about it. Pick a British or near-British celebrity at random. Piers Morgan: effeminate. Hugh Grant: effeminate. Jeremy Clarkson: effeminate. James May, Richard Hammond, Peter O’Toole, Oliver Reed, Hugh Laurie, Rex Harrison, James Mason, Colin Firth, Christopher Lee, Claude Rains, Richard Burton, Laurence Olivier, Cary Grant, Ian McKellen, Patrick Stewart, John Cleese, Eric Idle, Roger Moore, Timothy Dalton…you could make a list a yard long. The exceptions are often men who came from the lower classes, where success was presumably less of a problem.

It looks like focusing on money and power neutralizes the effectiveness of fathers, and that’s how perversion creeps in. It makes sense, because homosexuality and other perversions are commonly associated with prosperity. It’s remarkable how many high-profile people have homosexual or otherwise unusual children. Will Smith, who may hold the world record for selfishness and ambition, has two. Stephanie Seymour produced two. Dick Cheney has one. Jackie Chan, Cher, Jamie Lee Curtis, Magic Johnson, Dwyane Wade, Sally Field, Annette Bening, Barba Streisand (no surprise), Marie Osmond, Charlize Theron, Angelina Jolie, Brad Pitt, R. Kelly…again, the list is long.

The British abandoned God for Mammon, they became effeminate, and then they lost the wealth and power for which they had traded God. It’s very interesting. It explains what’s happening to America. Men pattern themselves after their fathers, and when Dad isn’t around, Mom becomes the father.

I still see America continuing to sink. Christians are obsessed with money and “living their best lives,” so they are not helpful to people who are looking for answers. They don’t heal people. They don’t work miracles. They don’t prophesy. We complain a lot about how nonbelievers are ruining the world, but as a friend of mine says, fish rots from the head. We were supposed to lead and show our love, but we’re not doing it, and we are reaping the harvest.

I hope we get a real remedy for coronavirus, but it won’t fix the rot that brought us here.

If You Hold Me Responsible for my Views, You are Ageist

What a wonderful day. Governor Ron DeSantis has banned discomfort for white people.

It must be true, because a Yahoo News headline says it is.

I am white. I try to downplay it, because it’s so embarrassing, but it’s true. Of course, I am not happy with myself. I am ashamed about not being ashamed of being white. It torments me day and night. For some reason, I just can’t seem to get down on myself over my complexion, my inability to dunk a basketball, or my secret love of golf pants. The resultant self-loathing probably costs me several minutes of sleep every year.

That’s all over with now, because White Governor Ron is going to make it impossible for me to feel bad about anything, ever again.

Oh, wait. It’s not Governor Ron. Sorry about the mistake. I guess I got the idea he was handling this because YAHOO PUT HIS PHOTO AT THE TOP OF THE STORY.

There is a bill in the Florida State Senate, proposed by a legislator named Manny Diaz, whom I have concluded, based on my remarkable investigative skills, is not Ron DeSantis. Here is what the bill says:

An individual, by virtue of his or her race or sex, does not bear responsibility for actions committed in the past by other members of the same race or sex. An individual should not be made to feel discomfort, guilt, anguish, or any other form of psychological distress on account of his or her race.

Wait…is this supposed to help white people? Because it kind of sounds like the things civil rights activists used to say in the Sixties. Back then, they told us everyone deserved a fair chance regardless of his race.

This could be a first draft. Maybe it will eventually be corrected to say things like “An individual CAUCASIAN, by virtue of his or her race or sex…”

The story says DeSantis is “pushing” the bill. Forget all those state senators. Blaming them would be like blaming keyboard keys (all black) for things I write. When Governor Ron wants a bill passed, he just sticks out his arm and does one of those Emperor Palpatine telekinesis things.

The bill will supposedly apply to state-sponsored education. It’s not clear, because the article is not written well. The person who wrote it was almost certainly educated by leftists, so we must make allowances.

I hope it applies to everything, because I just want to feel good all the time.

Is it wrong to laugh about stories like this? It must be, because I am doing it, and I am white. Everything white people do is wrong, including agreeing with little brown people, because we do it incorrectly, appropriating their cultures and somehow being motivated by the desire to turn their home countries into rubber plantations.

On the subject of subjects that make people really uncomfortable, my friend Mike has a new 25%-black granddaughter, and so far, she looks pink. I sent my wife a photo, and we laughed and laughed. The baby is very cute, so don’t get the wrong idea. It’s just that her parents are leftists, and, well, we can’t help thinking they will be disappointed if their daughter ends up looking so white she attracts CRT-style criticism and condemnation instead of sympathy and handouts.

It kind of makes you wonder what “black” means. If you’re over 75% white, and you were raised by a white dad and a 50%+ white mother, and your mother was raised by a white couple, and most people think you’re white, you’re not exactly Shaka Zulu.

It makes me think about my grandfather, who was a Cherokee Indian. He had dark skin, straight black hair, and a total inability to handle alcohol. He had to abstain completely in order to control himself. Does this make me an Indian? Granted, he was my father’s stepdad, so I’m not really related to him, but I read that the chief of the Cherokee nation was 1/32 Indian, so it seems like I should qualify. I’m 31/32 as Cherokee as my chief is. Where is my government money? I’m going to the drugstore to buy a deck of cards. My new casino opens at 5 p.m.

It wouldn’t be funny if people were hard on her for being white, but it would be extremely funny if her parents were frustrated because they had a difficult time getting her preferential treatment. This would be doubly true if my own future children, the spawn of two anti-CRT conservatives, were simultaneously pampered by the anti-white establishment. They will be darker than Mike’s granddaughter.

Rhodah wants to have kids, so we talked about these issues. I said we would have to home-school them, because otherwise they would be indoctrinated with CRT. Then I reversed course, realizing I had it all wrong. I said we definitely needed to send them to public school, because if they teach them CRT, they’ll basically be kissing their butts and doing them favors all day. Our kids would be part of the new ruling oppressor class. What could be better than that? I want my half-African kids to be ruling oppressors with all sorts of race-based privilege. Then they can buy me things.

Go, CRT! Get my kids as much preferential treatment as possible! I’m old, and I’ll be dead soon. No one cares about my future. Not even me. Just help my wife and kids.

I said we could forget about paying college tuition, because it’s so easy for black kids to get scholarships. Rhodah said we should prepare the kids for interviews by putting them out in the sun. They will want to be nice and dark.

As for me, I would simply hide. After all, I wouldn’t be the one applying. I could skip all their college events and then show up at graduation. Possibly in blackface, but that all depends on how willing I am to risk being outed and killed.

I would be well into the senility danger zone by then, so maybe I could take chances other people couldn’t. “Don’t mind him. He thinks it’s 1986, and he wants us to take him home so he can watch Gimme a Break.” If they pushed me, I could start calling everyone “Mary” and asking if the pancakes were done.

It’s wonderful, if you think about it. Right when it’s becoming fashionable to persecute me, blame me for your problems, and take my wealth, I’m about to generate a family that will belong to the new privileged class. In a way, the old white guy is still winning.

If you’re a leftist, and you’re reading this, it must burn. That’s just tough. No matter how much you hate me, you will have to love my wife and kids.

In truth, I think it would be unwise to send our kids to college unless they want to do things involving math and science. I mean, assuming we have to pay for it. For most people, College is the worst waste of money imaginable. You take incredibly stupid classes like Medieval French Poetry and English Lit., which you could just as easily learn on your own for nearly nothing, and you pay up to $90,000 per year. Think about that for a minute. Let’s say you take 10 courses per year, so $9,000 per course. So if you send your kid to Harvard, and he takes “Tacos, Tamales, and Tequila: Eating and Drinking in Ancient Mexico” (actual Harvard course), you and your retirement nest egg will shell out $200 per class session.

When I say liberal arts classes are incredibly stupid, I don’t mean the subjects are stupid, although many are. I mean it’s stupid to pay outrageous sums to learn these subjects.

A couple of years back, I felt bad about cheating in order to avoid failing a college course, so I bought all the books for the course and read them. It was torture. If you’ve read Homer and Sappho, you will understand. Nonetheless, it was very easy apart from the pain of the kidney-stone-rivaling boredom, and I’m confident I got just as much out of it as the people in my class who actually did the reading when they were young. I probably spent $250 for the books, and that’s a lot, but it’s better than going to Harvard and paying $200 per lecture for two semesters ($18000).

Actually, at Columbia, it would only run $12000 this year. Even Billy Mays would be shocked by a bargain like that.

Let’s be real. Unless you’re a 90th-percentile student in terms of sincerity and motivation, you’re not going to do the reading in literature classes. You’re going to pay thousands of dollars to be tested on your comprehension of Cliff’s Notes. Almost no one actually wants to read Don Quixote or Ulysses. You’re going to waste your parents’ money, do as little work as possible, and get a B unless you’re at either extreme on the grade curve. When you’re out in the world as a graduate, you will never look at the books you were forced to pretend to read, and they will only enrich your life to the extent that they make it easier to understand pretentious cultural references and answer Jeopardy questions.

What if, instead of paying $400,000 for my kids to learn how to be well-read waiters and cab drivers, I gave each one a subscription to IBD and The Value Line, handed over $400,000, and helped them to invest it? Three and three-quarters years later (college doesn’t really take 4 years), they would probably have net worths of $500,000 each, and we would probably have found clever, legal ways to put some of it in IRA’s. Where would their friends be? In those awful cubicles that trap most college graduates, grinding out sums little better than minimum wage, proving to the world how fungible they were. They would be commodities; my kids would be franchises.

What if they used the money to start businesses? They would probably be even better off, as long as they did it right. I could hook them up with wealthy mentors from SCORE who would advise them for nothing. Maybe they could get investors and avoid risking their own (my) capital. It worked for Arianna Huffington, who turned a balloon farm with zero profits into a fortune.

Now I’m thinking about Ulysses. I really tried to read it. I did it after college. I actually liked literature, and I figured there had to be something to the book. For 300 agonizing pages, I kept slogging, thinking the value of the novel would soon become apparent. It never did. It was unbearable and worthless. Even worse than Virginia Woolf’s The Lighthouse, which I read during my cheating penance.

Harvard has a course dedicated to Ulysses! I just checked! Imagine spending $9,000 to find out James Joyce was a horrible writer with nothing to say! Thanks, Mom and Dad! You’re going to die in blue Walmart vests, but it was all worth it!

I don’t get Joyce and Woolf. Are they supposed to be the Jackson Pollocks of literature? Was it innovative to write novels that had no plots, themes, memorable characters, wit, or messages? There is a “million monkeys at typewriters” joke in there somewhere. There should be a Million Monkeys book award.

When I was at Columbia, I took a creative writing course. Two semesters. What a waste of time and my dad’s money. The instructor was a guy named Michael Stephens. Nice guy. He had worked on a ship, so he had written a novella called Shipping Out. I actually bought it. Today, if you search for it, you will find almost no references to it. Those who can, do, and so on and so forth. When you take a STEM course at a good school, your instructor will probably be a top practitioner in his field. When you take a liberal arts course, you get people who got tired of working at The Olive Garden.

I’m not saying Mr. Stephens worked at The Olive Garden, but he wasn’t Herman Wouk.

The class was pleasant. We sat at a big table in the journalism building, which was cleverly named “Journalism”, and we were allowed to drink in class, so I would bring six-packs and share. The assignments were easy. Did they improve my writing? Of course not. We sat around and listened to Mr. Stephens talk about dharmas. The punchline of the dharma story is, “Take good care of my dharma,” in case you’re wondering. That will get you an A at your temple. It’s brilliant. Trust me; don’t try to understand why. Good American Hindus and Buddhists don’t figure things out. They just “get it.” Do what everyone else does. Pretend you got it.

No one is actually enlightened. The point is to smile a lot, say utterly meaningless things as though they were extremely important, and act like you’re high on something.

Apparently, if you want your own dharma, whatever it is, the key is to not care what other people think. That’s kind of strange, since leftists love Hinduism yet also hate people who don’t care what other people think. If it doesn’t bother you that they’re offended, you are worse than Hitler.

Maybe Trump has a huge dharma.

We also talked about the angry Irish-looking student and his girlfriend Mara Hennessy. I still remember that name. I am spelling it by sound. I didn’t have occasion to read it. Sounds like a Cognac heiress. She was very sweet and had a boxer’s nose. You don’t get one of those from happy relationships. I don’t know how she got hers, but I have suspicions. I missed one or two classes, and one night I returned and heard everyone talking about Mara and her boyfriend. Something about domestic violence and a threat toward Mr. Stephens involving a bat, and they would not be returning to class. That was interesting and sad, but not worth what my dad paid for it.

Wow. I just Googled. Her last name is Hennessey, and she married Buster Poindexter, AKA David Johansen. He’s the near-celebrity who played the weird-looking cab driver in the movie Scrooged. He has never been much of a national figure, but when I was in college, he was a big deal in New Jersey. That, in spite of being born on Staten Island. I remember seeing him on The Uncle Floyd Show. Or maybe I just thought I saw him. I drank a lot in college.

I realize you have no idea who Uncle Floyd Vivino is, and there is no valid reason to waste your time by telling you.

I will call the Irish-looking guy George, because I think that was his name. George wore a black wool overcoat, which was the standard outer garment of the Columbia tortured artist. If you didn’t like black, you could wear grey herringbone. If you really wanted to impress chicks with your torturedness, you also wore a keffiyeh around your neck, as though you actually cared about Palestinians. Columbia was heavily self-hating Jewish, so maybe the keffiyehs were intended to show the world how much Jewish kids disagreed with the productive capitalist podiatrists and orthodontists and landlords who paid their bills.

I always thought it was funny that you had to dress like all the other nonconformists if you wanted your nonconformity to be taken seriously. This was literally true.

Of course, virtually all of the tortured artists became various types of corporate drones, unless they became academics so they had cradle-to-grave security while continuing the rebel charade.

One of my friends practically worshiped a campus rebel named Elpidio. He was of Mexican descent. I don’t want to call an American a Mexican. Elpidio was all about the revolution and sticking it to the man. I remember when he came to our place to help us prepare guacamole for a party. He and I made it. He told me it wasn’t going to be a “sibli guac.” I am guessing at the spelling of the word “sibli,” which he said meant something like “sellout” or “bourgeois.” It was a Chicano revolutionary word. We didn’t have latinxs yet. Just Chicanos. We were going to have an authentic guerrilla guac worthy of Cesar Chavez, I guess. Worthy of being strained through Frida Kahlo’s moustache. I didn’t really know what he was talking about.

He ended up at Harvard Law.

The next time I heard of him, he was a corporate lawyer, representing McDonald’s against little people, some of them probably brown, whom McDonald’s didn’t want to pay. McDonald’s had one of those promotions where you, I don’t know, scratch something off a cup, maybe, and you get money. Greedy old Ronald wanted to make sure no one who was ineligible got any money, so they went after employees, their relatives, their friends…and Elpidio the tiger of the barrio was there to protect those precious capitalist gains. I thought that was hilarious. My friend thought Elpidio was an inspiration and a genius. I wonder if he ever read the McDonald’s story. Can’t recall whether I discussed it with him.

The herd leftists were really funny. They protested and posed, and then they went into academia or the business world to get financial security. They became exactly what they claimed they hated, and, remarkably, they continued to pretend to be rebels. Does this mean they changed? Of course not. It means they were never rebels; just liars who loved attention.

Where am I? Pretty far from where I started. I don’t really believe a new state law will prevent white people from being uncomfortable, but it’s amusing to read about it. I do think my children will be extremely privileged unless people connect them to me. I think it is unlikely that we’ll pay full tuition if they go to college. This is based on personal observation of the experiences of black students I have known well.

I think my kids should go into business and forget college. The true purpose of college is to ensure financial prosperity, and it does a poor job of that. In the process, it teaches people to hate God, love poisonous socialism, fornicate, experiment with perversion, and take drugs.

I hope Jesus returns before such decisions have to be made. I am ready to go. Today. Tomorrow. Yesterday. My main plan for the future is to intercede for others and try to help people know God. I’m not interested in establishing a dynasty in a gangrenous world.

If You Did These Things, You Might Just be a Sociopath

Last night, I heard a new story about the most consistently disappointing person I’ve ever known.

This individual threw her life away on drugs, spent her fortune, lost her professional license, got convicted of a felony because she didn’t feel like completing a diversion program, lost her house and possessions, ended up in a homeless shelter, and was taken in by a kindly aunt. Once she was in her aunt’s home, she took over a guest room, made her aunt pay for her food, stained the carpet and furniture, and caused roaches to move in. She told her aunt she couldn’t be evicted because of coronavirus.

Here is the new story: when she was finally thrown out, the aunt found chewing gum stuck to the underside of her dinner table. Several big blobs. And her guest has very few teeth.

Human depravity is a marvel.

Before things turned completely sour, the aunt’s daughter offered to give this person a 2008 vehicle in very good shape. The offer was declined. She said she wanted a BMW.

Sit and let that soak in.

Hell doesn’t exist solely to punish. It also exists to bless the righteous by keeping the depraved out of their sight. When you’re in hell, the people in heaven can’t see you or hear you. They don’t get updates on you. They don’t visit. They never ask God to help you. They don’t think they owe you anything. They don’t remember you existed. You can’t put on a black outfit and a mask and go to heaven to riot for what you think are your rights.

This has to be one of the best things about heaven.

God told me it’s more important to get the wrong people out of your life than it is to bring the right people in. If you have 5 friends and one enemy whose presence is a stench in your nostrils, you’re better off cutting the enemy off than looking for a 6th friend.

I think hell is very important. I believe God will not annihilate a spirit, and this is consistent with the Bible. That means every evil being ever created still lives. Based on my observations of humanity, I also believe every spirit grows more powerful given sufficient time and opportunity. I think the pain of hell and the lake of fire isn’t just punishment; I think it prevents spirits from getting stronger and causing more problems. All they can focus on is their agony. People who claim they’ve visited hell and the lake of fire say the spirits in these places are close together in distance but completely alone when it comes to interaction. That makes sense to me, because it prevents them from unifying against God.

I am sure there are many people in hell who have never repented. I’m sure there are people there who still think they’re right and that God has mistreated them. I think that even if God somehow found a way to give them the opportunity to be saved, they would stand in the flames, curse him, and turn him down. I have been on Earth for several decades observing human nature, and my opinion is based on what I have seen.

It’s pleasant to think God has a plan for cleaning out hell and fixing the spirits who are confined there, but I have no reason to think that will happen, and there is a ton of evidence that it won’t.

It’s important to understand depravity and to admit it exists. Otherwise, you will always see God as cruel and unfair for building the lake of fire.

I have learned that most people do not believe in depravity. We love to say people are basically good. That’s completely wrong. The very best of us may be good by human standards, but by God’s standards, all human beings are filthy and evil. We all deserve hell, and many of us are so vile we should be killed on sight. As I write this, babies and children are being raped, tortured, and murdered by people who are not merely able to tolerate it but extremely aroused sexually. Slaves are being beaten. Doctors are tearing the unborn apart and thinking about the money they’re making. In order to stand this life, we develop the habit of avoiding thinking about the evil around us and inside us, but it’s always there.

Pride tells us we’re not so bad. No wonder homosexuals call their movement “pride.” We can’t see God sitting on the throne, so we have no idea what good looks like. We therefore decide we must be good.

When you know someone who is extremely depraved, the only people who will believe your stories about that person are other people who know the depraved. Everyone else who hears what you say will think you’re a self-righteous bastard. Sometimes people who don’t believe you will take up a depraved person’s cause and give them things like housing and money. Trying to do what the bastard should have done. Then what happens a little later? They call and express their amazement at the depravity. Either they’re mad at you because you didn’t warn them, although you did, or they want to apologize over and over for not believing you.

The death penalty exists for a reason. Life without parole exists for a reason. Solitary confinement exists for a reason.

They say a conservative is a liberal who got mugged. That principle is at work in our dealings with the depraved. There are some lessons the proud can’t learn except from experience. If you won’t trust an honest person who tries to warn you, and you think you know better and that you’re morally superior, bad things will happen to you.

There is always symmetry in the supernatural. There are many beings who harm us simply by existing and being seen and heard by us. It’s easy to hurt other people simply by being perceived in some way. Think about women who dress like sluts. They tempt and corrupt men just by showing up. Think about pop musicians who put filth in our minds every time we hear them. Consider perverts who perform public displays of affection in front of children. Consider people who wear T-shirts with obscene slogans on them. It’s very easy to harm people simply by being seen or heard, and people who do that kind of harm also hurt us when they interact with us. To protect yourself from some people, it’s not enough to try to coexist peacefully. You have to be in a place where they can’t go.

On the other hand, by symmetry, there is one being who benefits us every time we see him, hear him, read his words, pray to him, or think about him. God’s presence is joy, love, peace, faith, and healing. Unless he has given up on you, which happens all the time, to be near him is to be blessed, even when he criticizes or chastises you. God is completely beneficial. By symmetry, he is the counterpart of depravity. He helps us to become like him so we are beneficial, too. Children are supposed to take after their father, and he is literally the father of Holy-Spirit-filled Christians.

I don’t regret discarding people. I have never discarded anyone who wasn’t a minus. I never wish I had any of them back. I am glad they’re gone. I thank God for their absence a lot, and I ask him to keep them away until they change. Some, I just want gone, period, because I know they won’t change. I quit praying for them.

Maybe some of them will be redeemed eventually, but most will be separated from me eternally, so why maintain destructive relationships that will end when I die?

It’s fascinating, the way the universe works. It’s remarkable that no one teaches us these things. I have never seen the ideas I am explaining anywhere. This knowledge could save many millions of people a lot of unnecessary suffering, but it’s just not out there for them to see.

Preachers generally do not hear from the Holy Spirit. To get God’s guidance, you have to pray in tongues a lot, and you have to like being corrected. You can’t be proud. You can’t defend yourself. They don’t hear from God, so they make up crazy doctrine, and they feed it to people and tell them it’s true. People believe it, because they don’t pray in tongues either. Then they stop looking for the truth, which is much better.

Everyone is supposed to hear from God, every day. It’s not just for guys with strange, gigantic hats and self-glorifying robes. It’s not just for people who have TV cameras pointed at them. God knows who you are, and he has been waiting for an opportunity to teach you, but if you are convinced that some old monk in a creepy robe or some grinning jackass with a church the size of a basketball stadium has all the answers, you will never get what God has prepared for you.

Other people can’t teach you everything anyway. There is just too much revelation. You need God to explain it.

I wish somebody would give me a free 2008 car. I’d be all over that like a duck on a June bug.

EUREKA

Aside from the day I “met” my wife (online) or the day we married–no, wait–aside from the day I accepted salvation, the day I received the baptism with the Holy Spirit, AND the days I “met” and married my wife (bases covered now), today is the most triumphant day of my life. I stuck it to the greenies by modifying my old-fashioned eco-hostile washing machine to make the inlet valve easier to clean, and I made the best thin pizza I have ever had.

I got myself a Maytag Commercial washer from Lowe’s last year. It would have been better to get a sister model from another vendor, because the Lowe’s job has a shorter warranty, but I needed a washer fast, and Lowe’s was ready. I got the washer because my old clothes-fermenting Samsung washer was making new noises.

The people who used to own this house weren’t cheap, so they got very expensive laundry machines. Unfortunately, they bought them after Uncle Sam (more like Aunt Sam or maybe Uncle Rupaul) ruined washers with stupid environmentalist rules. Newer washers use too little water, and they never dry out, so they make clothing stink with mildew. There is no remedy for this. If you’ve ever stood next to someone and assumed he smelled like mildew because he was a filthy person, you were almost certainly wrong. Everyone who uses a greenie machine smells like mildew on warm days.

My Samsung started making noise, and I leapt for joy, because I was awaiting the day when I would have an excuse to junk it. I didn’t even consider having it repaired. I had already done my research. Speed Queen used to make good washers, but they stopped. Maytag was the best option.

The Maytag will do a load of clothes in 27 minutes instead of the 90 minutes the Samsung needed, and it only has minimal electronics, so I don’t have to worry about trying to buy a discontinued computer in the future. It uses tons of water, and it dries out between uses. It’s the best.

Problem: the inlet screens were not removable.

Washers typically have hot and cold water inlets in the back, and these inlets are almost always fitted with internal plastic screens you can pull out and clean. This keeps rocks out of your clothing. I can’t believe tiny rocks will damage clothes, and I doubt they hurt washers, since washing machine instructions never say, “Don’t put muddy clothes in machine.” The screens are there, however, so you have to live with them.

My water has a lot of rocks in it, so every few months, the washer starts making scary sounds. Then it quits. The first time this happened, I thought it was broken. No. It was just whining.

I saw that the inlet screens were full of crud, so I tried to pull one out. It would not budge. I couldn’t get it out with pliers. Turning it didn’t help. It wasn’t screwed in. It was a permanent fixture.

Things like this remind me that every engineering class has a bottom 5%.

To clean the screens, I had to pull the washer out into the room, remove the hoses, and use things like an old toothbrush. Unacceptable.

I didn’t want to butcher the original valve. Some day I may need warranty service, and I don’t want the lonely Maytag guy to look at my modified valve, tell me I’ve been a bad boy, and refuse to work on the machine. I decided it was worth it to buy a whole new valve assembly. I forget what it cost. Probably around $60.

I also bought some removable screens made for other washers. You can find them on Amazon. I got 4 for about $7.

I took the new valve and ripped the screens out of it. I shoved new ones in. They fit perfectly. I was ready. I stored the valve assembly in the laundry room and waited for the day when the washer started whining again. Today is that day.

In order to get the old valve out, I had to take the control panel off the machine. That was impossible, because it was held on with special Torx screws that require bits with cavities in the ends. Tamper-proof screws, because, as everyone knows, repairing your own belongings is TAMPERING. I gave up and called Maytag.

Are you high? Do you really think I don’t have a huge supply of tamper-proof bits? Did you seriously fall for that? I got the bits out, took the washer apart, slapped the new valve in there so it looked OEM, stored the old valve, and washed my clothes.

The next time the rocks build up, I can remove a hose, pull a screen out, rinse it in the sink, reverse the procedure, and go back to making pizza or whatever. If the washer develops any other problems during the warranty period, I’ll put the old valve back in before the repair guy arrives.

Is it wrong to play warranty tricks on Maytag? Sometimes. If I had a CNC shop, and I decided to make my own souped-up washer transmission, and it ruined the machine, it would be wrong to put the old transmission back in and pretend it had always been in there. Inlet screens are different. The screens I put in do the same job the old ones did, only better. It will be impossible for them to harm the machine. It would be unfair for Maytag to use inlet screens as an excuse to cheat me out of warranty work.

Corporations play that game sometimes. Some won’t touch a product that has been opened by a consumer. That’s just plain evil, so I don’t feel bound to cooperate.

I only have a three-year warranty, and I probably won’t get to use it, so I don’t think my subterfuge will ever come into play in a repair situation. I still think the money I spent on the new valve was well worth it. A non-warranty repair on a major part could cost a great deal. Also, inlet valves go bad often, and now I have a replacement valve ready to go.

As for pizza, today I had the best thin pizza ever, from any source, anywhere. I am done searching. I’m sure I will continue tinkering, but the recipe I used is recorded and stored, and unless a miracle happens and I manage to improve it, I will use it until I die.

The best thing about it is that it didn’t take a day or more to prepare. People claim you have to let dough ferment for over a day, preferably in a refrigerator. I did that a few days back, and today’s pizza, which rose over about 4 hours, was better. The texture and flavor were magnificent. It puffed up nicely. It had big bubbles, which I like. It browned beautifully. I literally start to drift into a dream state when I close my eyes and remember how it tasted.

I used the last recipe I posted here. I made the dough with cold water to slow down the rise, and I proofed it at 75° on my kitchen counter, on a pan, under a glass bowl to reduce evaporation. It took around 4 hours, not 24. I suppose it could be 2% better if Gordon Ramsay moved in and worked on it for a month, but I have never eaten its equal.

For cheese, I used about 3 ounces of Boar’s Head low-moisture, whole milk mozzarella from the Publix deli, sliced, combined with Sargento thin-sliced provolone. I put the provolone on top because it doesn’t burn easily. Anyone can find these cheeses or their equivalents. No Internet orders or road trips needed.

Walmart sells LMWM mozzarella in blocks for $3.68 per pound. I plan to try it. Boar’s Head costs $10 per pound, which is impossible to justify based on the manufacturer’s cost. If other companies can sell it for less than half that price, Boar’s Head has to be overpriced.

I plan to get a piece of steel for pizza. People say steel is better than a pizza stone. A good pizza steel only costs $139 on the web, so why not?

You believed that? You really thought I would pay that? I’m going to my metal dealer. I’ll bet I can get a 15″ square of 3/8″ plate for under $25.

I don’t know what kind of tool-illiterate leggings-wearing morphodite would pay $140 for a piece of steel plate, but he isn’t me.

It must seem silly for a grown man to get so excited about pizza, but I have been trying to get to this point for decades. I summited the Sicilian pizza mountain 12 years ago, but I was never completely certain my thin pizza was perfect until today. It was good. No restaurant I knew could touch it. But it wasn’t my dream New-York-style pie.

This must be how Edison felt when he stumbled on tungsten.

The only thing left for me to perfect is fried chicken. I have no other food Everests to conquer. There are innumerable things I don’t know how to cook, but then I don’t want to cook them. I know how to make everything I want.

Except chicken.

Pizza is unbelievably difficult. An ideal pizza you picture in your mind is an extremely elusive target. When you make recipe changes you are sure will work, they will often move you further away from your goal. It’s maddening. The really annoying thing about it is that once you get your recipe dialed in, making it over and over is simple. The execution is a joke. The search for the recipe is what crushes your soul.

I ate an entire 12″ pizza earlier, and I want to make another one right now, even though I’m not hungry. I want to relive my victory. I’m not going to do it, but I want to.

I bought two pounds of cheese today. I may have to chain myself to something.

Greetings, Fellow Racist Pigs

As part of my program of submitting to wokational traing and becoming as woke-tified as humanly possible, I am here to deliver my daily whiteness confession. I just caught myself whistling “Jingle Bells” in the kitchen.

As you surely must know, if you were educated according to Wokandan guidelines, “Jingle Bells” is a racist anthem, and anyone who sings it or plays it or whistles it in his kitchen full of WHITE cabinets is a vile racist of the lowest order.

Being a racist, I had no idea “Jingle Bells” was problematic until a day or two ago, when I read that a school board somewhere had banned it from schools, right before issuing a bulleting declaring that it had not, in fact, been banned. It had merely been removed from consideration for being sung in schools, which is totally not a ban.

It seems like a ban to me, but then I am a racist, so my opinion is white and therefore invalid.

The explanation seems to be that “Jingle Bells” was performed by minstrels during the 19th century. Also, it contains references to snow, and, well, do I even have to explain?

I know my caucasian contributions don’t mean anything, but I have to wonder if we’ve gone far enough. Minstrels used musical instruments. Shouldn’t we ban those? Especially instruments like the banjo, which are mostly white. We should also ban the clarinet, because it’s black, and white musicians force it to do their will. The black clarinet makes all the noise, and the white man gets all the money.

Minstrels often wore hats and gloves, so those must be white supremacist symbols. Maybe we should abandon clothing entirely. After all, guess who used to pick cotton?

I told my African wife about “Jingle Bells,” and she thought the whole thing was asinine, but then she’s a sellout race traitor who married the problem of whiteness.

I feel bad about typing the phrase “Jingle Bells.” It’s incredibly offensive and packed with triggeration. Maybe we should come up with something less inappropriate. How about “Jinga Bells”? Totally different. Or we could just say “The JB-Song.”

It’s getting really hard to parody wokism. No matter what implausible excess you conjure up, you will usually find it has already been outdone by reality. Life has become an Ionesco play.

In other apocalypse-related news, I just learned that a bill has been PASSED (not merely proposed) that will require new cars to contain remotely-accessible kill switches. Also, cars will have to be able to “monitor” our performance to determine whether we are “impaired.”

This is beautiful. Saw it coming. So did everyone else who wasn’t in a coma. I think it’s fantastic, because it means our totalitarian near-future, and by extension, the apocalypse and man’s need to repent and get to know God, are being rubbed in our noses. We need that.

They already know where we go, using government cameras, private security cameras, cell phone records, computerized tolls, license tag scanners, and those obvious roadside sensors they have never explained to us. Now they will be able to keep us from going.

Let’s see. There are states with voter registration systems that work off driver’s licenses. All cars have to be registered, too, so they know who owns which cars. If you’re not a Democrat, the Deep State will be able to limit or end your driving privileges by pushing buttons a long way off. Won’t that be nice?

What if conservatives want to have a rally in a known location? Sorry. Might have to walk while Antifa and BLM drive. What if civil war comes, and the leftist side has the power to turn the opposition into pedestrians?

What if you really need to run from the government? That’s not crazy talk. The government is going full-throttle Nurse Ratched. If prophecy pans out the way it looks like it will, imprisonments and beheadings will be real possibilities for dissidents before long. If you want to save yourself, you’ll be limited to rollerblades.

What if the Deep State just plain thinks you drive too much? So much carbon! What if they decide you get a thousand miles per month, and you hit the thousand mark a week early? What a great concept. Rationing liberty.

Don’t worry about hackers, though. Our government knows how to keep them out of sensitive systems. It’s not like they’ve ever gotten into networks belonging to government agencies, OVER AND OVER.

So if you have a crazy ex-husband who’s into murder-suicide, don’t worry. He will never be able to pay a pimply non-binary to shut your engine down while you’re trying to beat him to a police station.

The kill switches will never go off accidentally, either. Computers never crash or malfunction. You’ll never get stuck in your truck 40 miles from the nearest city in below-zero weather.

We can now look forward to a future in which we have to beg and comply in order to use our vehicles. If coronavirus persists and gets worse, it will be a perfect storm. No stores or restaurants for you without a vaccine passport. No driving, either.

This stuff is all going to happen. You need to accept it and stop hoping Trump’s AR-15 army will save America. The new Nuremberg era started years ago.

We have already been crippled on social media. Governors and mayors have assumed powers no one ever thought they had 5 years ago. Corporations are turning against us. White people have almost disappeared from TV commercials. Churches have been shut down.

You may think things aren’t that bad right now. Well, they weren’t that bad for Jews when the Nazis began taking their rights away incrementally. Things got worse for the Jews, and they will get worse here for anyone who seems to be associated with Bible-believing Christianity. And the Jews. They never escape notice.

When things really hit the fan, you may have no car, no credit cards, a frozen bank account, no cell service, no electricity or water, and a face that has been fed into the Antichrist’s nifty nationwide or global facial-recognition database.

It’s disgusting how tech-minded, God-dismissing people want to turn us into a big colonial organism with a digital nervous system that connects all the parts. It’s amazing they have so much faith in the collective. Governments are stupid and cruel. History shows us that. It should be obvious that we need distancing from each other and the coercion forced intimacy brings. We need government with inefficiency and blind spots. We need to be able to get away with things sometimes.

Tech people tend to be sort of autistic about the way social groups act. They lack empathy. They are ignorant of the lessons history has taught us about authoritarianism. They are not aware that government is inherently evil and has to be restrained.

They will learn, the same way all proud, ignorant people learn. From their own self-destruction. Their colonial organism will favor them at first, because they’ll design favor into it, but it will turn on them. No one can count on the approval of an authoritarian collective for life. Ask Leon Trotsky.

You can’t remain one of the cool kids forever.

I don’t want to be closer to humanity. I don’t want other people’s reeking, putrid values or their stupid, peer-pressure-based, wrong opinions. I will never be part of the “family.” If your global family is bound together by wires and satellites, I reject it. I don’t care what you ate today; I don’t want to see it on Facebook. I don’t want to know what airheads like Chrissy Teigen, George Takei, and Greta Thunberg think of my ethos.

The walls of the fishbowls we live in are getting thinner every day, so my advice is to prepare to abandon ship. You’re not going to come to a peaceful equilibrium with the children of Satan. Equilibrium has never interested their father.

Full Refund if You’re not Satisfied

My wife and I finally made a move that should have been obvious. I posted a video offering people free prayer.

The pandemic has had people glued in place. There is less face-to-face interaction than there used to be. Travel is also hard. My wife is not here, we can only get together a few times per year, and I don’t see other people often. The other day it occurred to me that we could still do something for the kingdom of heaven. By posting the video, I made it possible for us to be helpful even when we’re apart and unable to be with others.

The basic pitch is this: tell us what you want us to pray about, and we will do it. Obviously, we will not pray for stupid things. We will not pray your ex-wife gets eaten by a shark. We will not pray God helps you beat the casinos. But we are available to people who have problems like addiction, poverty, mental illness, diseases, and so on. The catch is that we will also pray for them to become Holy-Spirit-filled Christians.

Having put the video up, I had a surprising thought. I realized I had never seen another channel offering prayer.

I know of one guy–Mark Hemans–who holds Zoom meetings and posts the video on Youtube. I don’t know of anyone who does what we’re doing.

I’ve seen tons of Christians trying to sell books. I’ve seen them beg for money for their weird projects. I’ve seen people like Kat Kerr and Johnny Enlow, delivering ludicrous fake prophecies in order to avoid honest work. I’ve seen people who were very concerned about the apocalypse and who wanted to share their revelations and dreams. Of course, I’ve seen the TBN crowd, slandering the Holy Spirit by pretending God rewards the poor for sending them their mortgage payments and electricity money. I just haven’t seen financially disinterested Christians offering to pray.

There must be some out there. I should look for them. It’s so obvious; shouldn’t everyone be doing it?

I made it clear we will not accept money or anything else from people. We have no plans to start living off the gospel.

Prior to posting the video, I had felt stagnant. We interceded for people, but we found ourselves praying for the same individuals over and over, and most of them didn’t seem to benefit. I believe people’s problems always stem from their relationships with God, and most people don’t want to change. They want healing, money, and so on, but they don’t want to give themselves to God, admit fault, or turn over new leaves. Their attitudes limit their results.

My hope is that by using Youtube, we will encounter new people who are better prospects.

At least we’ll be doing something other than thinking about ourselves and our plans. That will be nice.

We are still working on travel plans. I believe Omicron will be nearly gone from most of the world by February 1. If it weren’t for that, I’d be in a hurry. It seems like a bad idea to travel until the peak has passed. I’m not afraid of Omicron, because it’s about like a cold, but who wants a cold? Rhodah and I went to Egypt and Turkey, and I got sick both times. That’s plenty.

I expect coronavirus to become a minor issue before spring. Whether that will last, I can’t guess. Maybe a really serious and highly contagious variant will emerge later in the year, and Omicron won’t give us much resistance to it. I think we are very likely to have several months of relief in 2022, either way.

Of course, I am concerned because travel will become unpleasant if restrictions drop and people storm the airports. In Egypt and Turkey, we didn’t have to deal with crowds. We got to fly on planes that weren’t very full. What if we get approved to go to Switzerland or some other dream destination just as jets start filling to the ceiling?

Rhodah had a dream last night. She was at our house, and she was hanging laundry out to dry. A man she was in a toxic relationship parked his car outside the gate and started questioning her about our marriage. He was not happy about it. She told him she really loved me, and she also told him to get lost.

We feel he represents the supernatural influence of spirits that work in Zambia. They don’t want her to leave. On the one hand, Zambia is a Christian nation, unlike the United States, but on the other, there is a great deal of witchcraft there, and cursing other people is a very popular pastime. I doubt the spirits that killed Rhodah’s parents and kept her single are happy about her departure.

She thinks things must be going well with her green card application. She thinks spirits know it’s about to be approved, so they are attacking in order to sow doubt.

If Rhodah gets her visa soon, we can forget about traveling three or four times a year. Our next non-American destination should be our last for quite some time.

The earliest we can expect a green card is the beginning of next month. If that doesn’t happen, it could be as late as June. Either way, I don’t think we’ll need to travel again more than twice.

Of course, Rhodah wants to travel after we’re together. Last year was pretty exciting for her. I don’t know if she has prepared for the possibility that our globetrotting ways might change soon.

A Youtuber I follow posts videos featuring prophecies. Sometimes he talks about other things. He just spoke about a woman he knows. She’s a big prayer warrior. He says her life doesn’t go well. She has suffered a lot.

He says God manifested himself to her recently and asked her whether she wanted to stay here and complete the job she was called to do or leave. She said she couldn’t answer the question. Her heart started fluttering as though she were having an attack. She felt peace come over her, and she fell asleep.

She believes God knew she was about to have a heart attack, so he came to her. It’s not clear, but it seems she thinks he got her through it.

She says her impression is that her future work involves a time of tremendous suffering for the world. She mentioned something from Revelation 6. In that book, when the sixth seal opens, people call on rocks and mountains to fall on them and hide them from the anger of Jesus.

This got me thinking. I believe in a pre-tribulation rapture. All the evidence seems to point to it. Noah’s family was lifted off the earth before the flood. Lot’s family was saved from Sodom before it was destroyed. The Hebrews walked out of the Red Sea before it closed up on the Egyptians. Jesus told the church of Philadelphia it would be spared the hour of temptation that would come upon the entire world, and he was clearly speaking about the future.

If the rapture comes before the tribulation, why would this lady foresee working for God during a worldwide catastrophe predicted in Revelation 6? Shouldn’t she be gone by then?

When I read the Revelation, it appears there are two parts to the final set of miseries that will hit the earth. The first part takes place after the sixth seal is opened. The Bible says people will be terrified, but it doesn’t say there will be global destruction and death.

After the sixth seal is opened, God will seal 144,000 sons of Israel in their foreheads so they will not be harmed. Then a huge number of people appear before God in white robes. They must be in heaven, because they are assembled around his throne. I don’t see any indication the 144,000 will be in heaven at this time.

The people in the great assembly before God are said to have come out of great tribulation, but is it THE tribulation? Every Christian who is serious experiences persecution on Earth. Perhaps these people are the raptured. Perhaps they have been persecuted, but they haven’t experienced the tribulation which destroys the world. After all, the ruin of the world doesn’t take place until the seventh seal is opened.

I’m inclined to think there will be great fear on Earth before the tribulation. This may be what the lady who had the visitation foresaw.

Or maybe she could be wrong about the whole thing.

When I listened to the video, I didn’t understand why someone who was described as close to God would suffer so much on Earth. I have found that if I pray in tongues enough and try to be honest with God, things go pretty smoothly. I have challenges, but they don’t overcome me. Shouldn’t things that work for me work for others?

Of course, maybe she’s not praying in tongues.

The Bible is full of promises of peace and victory, so it’s hard for me to believe a Christian who is doing things well can have a difficult life. Paul suffered a lot, but then he was also a proud and angry man. Maybe he caused himself unnecessary problems. He went to Jerusalem after a prophet warned him he would be imprisoned if he did, uttering what seemed like a proud remark about his dedication to God. He also appealed to the Romans to save him when he got in trouble instead of going to God.

Paul was not perfect.

I have noticed that people who claim to have spoken with Jesus face to face don’t always get their problems solved, and they don’t come away with all the answers. It seems that Jesus doesn’t automatically make up for the gaps in your knowledge just because he visits you or you visit heaven. Teaching people is the job of the Holy Spirit, and we are supposed to access his knowledge through things like prayer in tongues and prophecy.

A pilot named Dale Black says he died in a plane crash and visited heaven. He has a ministry now. He talks with great confidence about many things, but I wonder if he really knows all that much.

He made a lot of money during his career, after the crash, and then, according to him, he sold a business worth $11 million and went into full-time ministry. A little while back, he posted a video asking people to give him $200,000 for a down payment on a piece of land for an off-the-grid Christian pre-tribulation compound.

I had questions.

If he amassed that much wealth, how could he find himself unable to make a down payment on a piece of land? Why would he borrow? The Bible says the borrower is the servant of the lender. It says the righteous will lend and not borrow. Okay, maybe God told him to spend his money on ministry and charity, so maybe the money is gone, but since when does God tell people to beg or borrow? The word says, “Yet have I not seen the righteous forsaken nor his seed begging bread.” If God is really behind this project, I would expect him to provide enough to buy the land outright.

Why would this man go live in the wilderness? I live on a farm, and I want to stay in the country so leftist mobs don’t find me a convenient prey, but I’m not planning to build an apocalypse bunker a hundred miles from humanity and stock it with dried food. I don’t expect to remain on Earth long enough to make that kind of investment necessary, and if I ran off to the woods and hid, how would I be useful to the people God put me here to reach? Carnal millionaires are building weird shelters in remote areas, as rats and gophers would do if they could prepare for disasters. It’s selfish, holing up with a few Christians and hiding food from everyone else while the world disintegrates. It doesn’t sound like something God would tell Christians to do.

The Bible says, “He who loves his life will lose it.” We are not supposed to hold onto this life too hard.

His resurrection story seems convincing to me, but I don’t think he received all the answers. Maybe I’m wrong.

If God spoke to the lady with the heart problem, it doesn’t necessarily mean he corrected all her errors.

Jesus visited me twice, but I can’t stand on those experiences and tell people I should be pope. What I learned was extremely important, but I learned very little. Most of what I know was imparted to me much later, after I was given a strong habit of prayer in tongues.

There are people who say they’ve died and returned, who say they have important instructions from Jesus, yet they don’t mention prayer in tongues, which is incredibly important. I know for a fact that it is essential, but these people do not, and they say they spoke to Jesus. I don’t think he told them everything. Mankind has a responsibility to educate itself, and Jesus will let us remain ignorant even if he visits us.

I’ve seen testimonies from people who were injured badly, lost consciousness, and spoke to Jesus. Some say he told them they would eventually heal, without saying he healed them with miraculous speed. Some of them went through very long periods of healing that didn’t bring total restoration.

That doesn’t make sense to me. If Jesus came to your hospital room in the flesh, he would heal you extremely quickly. There is no doubt of that. He never gave anyone a partial or slow healing in the Bible. I think the people who took a long time to heal, or who didn’t heal completely, must not have had enough faith and knowledge to get it done, or maybe they had things of which they needed to repent. I assume they didn’t make up their encounters.

There is a real tendency for people who have had encounters with God to think they know everything. It’s just not true. They may also try to convince others what happened to them is the best outcome possible when it is not.

It’s very important to learn. John made it clear we are to learn from the Holy Spirit. The Bible is very useful, but translations are never unambiguous, any more than the original Hebrew, Aramaic, and Greek were. Anyone can read diligently and still be wrong. You have to pray in tongues and ask for revelation and wisdom.

If you know what you should do to get knowledge, and you don’t do it, God will probably let you flounder in ignorance until you die.

Rhodah and I prayed for the man who makes the videos, as well as the lady he talked about. I hope things get better and better for them.

Therapy Puppies Will not be Provided

Before I begin today’s blog post, I would like to say some things:

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Also:

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Furthermore:

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To quote Fearless Leader, end of message. On to the post.

Well, shame on me. I was overconfident when I said coronavirus had already peaked in Florida. I was also wrong to say New York State had about 86,000 new daily cases without noting that the health people had done what they always do: they skipped reporting one day and then combined two days’ results for the next day, giving an inflated figure. Finally, I believe I was mistaken to say Omicron had peaked in Zambia. They are still getting around 10% of Florida’s numbers, and while it does look like Florida has peaked, it’s not completely clear.

What was I right about? I was right to say New York State was doing much worse than Florida. It still is. I was also right to say the press was ignoring New York while pretending Florida was a crisis zone. So my premises were completely correct, but I got ahead of myself regarding Florida, and I think what I said about Zambia was factually wrong. I still expect Zambia to turn around fast.

I was right about Omicron going away in South Africa, and I still expect Omicron to go away soon here. South Africa’s spike lasted almost exactly one month. Florida is about two weeks into Omicron. The daily histogram, viewed over a two-week period, appears to show a peak that occurred about two days ago, causing today’s 7-day average to jump. That average can go up the day after a spike peaks. If we get lower figures today and tomorrow, it will suggest the peak hit yesterday and the day before. I think the figure on January 15 will be very close to the low figure we saw on December 15.

New York State’s spike didn’t start with Omicron. It was already moving into a new Delta wave that appears to have missed Florida. The 30-day histogram suggests Omicron piled on top of Delta as of about December 15, so if that’s true, Omicron should go away in the middle of January, but because Delta is still a big deal in New York State, New York may still be in trouble then.

Delta has longer spikes, so I think New York’s figures will remain higher than Florida’s for several weeks.

Let’s see who knows more. Me, a layman who makes wild guesses, or the doctors and scientists who have gotten so many things wrong already.

I was just asking myself this: are they really as stupid as they seem? Can it be that mediocrity is that big a problem among medical people?

This occurred to me: maybe the problem isn’t that they’re stupid. All sorts of brilliant people go into medicine. Maybe the ones that aren’t useless (under 10% in any profession) are trying their best to tell us the truth, but the others are choking them for political reasons and monetary gain. Maybe doctors all over the country are huddling in fear, knowing the truth yet afraid to say it because they’ll lose hospital privileges and referrals.

I know someone who works for a state university. This person can’t say things like, “I don’t think masks work very well” at work. To do so would be to invite termination. My acquaintance isn’t even in the medical field, so it must be worse at that university’s hospitals and laboratories.

Youtube is taking extraordinary measures to keep the truth hidden. Even though I have long predicted this kind of thing, even I was surprised when I saw how bad it had gotten.

Day before yesterday, a ministry I like posted a video saying Christians only had a year to get it together. The ministry’s leader said countries were in the process of passing vaccine laws that would make travel and emigration impossible for people who refused to take shots. I didn’t understand why this was so upsetting to him. No one should be forced to take untested medicines, but the truth appears to be that the viral vector shots are very safe. The mRNA shots have been shown to damage DNA and affect the body’s ability to repair it, but if you can take a viral vector shot and only face a fleeing blood clot risk that only affects 5 or 6 people per million, you shouldn’t be that scared of vaccines. Unless you know something the rest of us don’t.

I wanted to know what he knew, so I posted a comment, including the stuff about the vaccines. The comment vanished. Later, I posted it again. It vanished in a few minutes.

I thought the minister had gone off the rails. I thought he was murdering dissent. Preachers often get that way.

Eventually, I wondered if Youtube was the criminal. I posted a third comment, and the minister said he hadn’t seen the other two.

I finally reposted my comment, using spellings like “DEE ENN AY,” “NJEKSHUN,” and “BLUD KLOTZ.” It stayed up.

Youtube is automatically deleting information which is not only true and important but previously published by MSM sources. What I wrote was factually true, it wasn’t obscene, it wasn’t hateful, it didn’t criticize perverts, and it didn’t encourage violence or the wearing of red hats. It still got erased, and Youtube gave me no notice or warning.

If Youtube is doing this to me, who knows what hospitals, the AMA, universities, and the press are doing to doctors and scientists who want us to hear the truth? A lot of them are getting their messages through, but are those messages neutered to get past the truth-killers? Also, are the communications that get through shadowbanned or otherwise throttled, in order to reduce their reach while giving the false appearance of fairness?

We will probably never know. The truth-killers control the news and write history.

In order to get my comment to work, I went to a different video I had no interest in and kept posting and editing the comment until it survived. I also put up a comment using an anti-homosexual slur to see what would happen. That time, a window popped up, asking me if my comment violated community standards. Whose community? Never mind that question. Anyway, at least Youtube crawled out from under its rock and revealed what it was doing. I deleted the comment after it served its diagnostic purpose.

Try criticizing homosexuality or BLM in a Youtube comment, and see what happens. You won’t like it.

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It’s really annoying when people say phrases like “Chinese virus,” “CCP flu,” and “Shanghai shivers” are racist. They’re obviously not. Identifying a disease with its geographical origin is not racist, nor is identifying the political party which lied about it and turned it loose on the world without warning us.

The Taiwanese, who are Chinese if not Chinese nationals, say “Wuhan pneumonia.” It is beyond dispute that the virus came from China, and saying so in a lighthearted way, or attaching the initialism “CCP” to it in order to properly allocate blame for the CCP’s near-genocidal coverup, is morally right.

Here’s something leftists don’t get: you don’t actually get to decide what is racist or what other people can say. No one put you in charge of other people. Midget, Indian, illegal alien, looting, riot, whore, pro-life, snowflake, pervert, Eskimo.

Lefto-nuts claim coronavirus slang terms cause idiots to beat up Asians. That’s ridiculous. If people are beating up Asians over the Chinese virus, it’s partly because they’ve seen 5 million news stories saying it came from China, but mostly because they’re idiots.

A lot of people were beating up Asians before coronavirus. They still beat them up for reasons unrelated to the pandemic. Many American blacks are extremely racist, and they commit most anti-Asian attacks. If they mention coronavirus while attacking, it probably doesn’t mean much. Violent, racist criminals will cite whatever excuse they have on hand.

By the way, don’t be deceived. “Attack” doesn’t mean speech. Saying “Chinese virus” is neither a hate crime nor an attack. Leftists claim white people are behind most anti-Asian attacks, and that isn’t even nearly true. They broaden the label “attack” to include nearly everything. A real attack involves physical violence.

In San Francisco, which has a huge Chinatown (Racist term?), a 2008 study determined that 85% of all reported violent attacks (on anyone) were black-on-Asian. That’s not white supremacy or Asian racism at work. Asians were systematically targeted by black people. Nothing could be more racist. At the time, the term “Chinese virus” had not been coined.

Anti-Asian crime is generally rooted in envy. Asians have a long history of moving into blighted minority neighborhoods, opening businesses, and becoming successful where the inhabitants and their ancestors have consistently failed. Many people in these neighborhoods think this is somehow unfair, probably because leftists have been teaching them inequality of outcome proves they are victims of racism, not their own bad behavior. Attacks flow from the victimhood mentality.

Black racists also attack a lot of Arabs and Indians in similar positions, and they are hell on Orthodox Jews. “Shanghai shivers” isn’t the problem. There is zero evidence that slang terms for coronavirus motivate attacks. No criminal has ever said, “I loved Chinese people until I heard somebody say ‘Wuhan flu,’ and then something inside me snapped.”

I’ve been white all my life, and I would know if white people hated Asians. I have only known one white person who seemed to dislike Asians. An uncle of mine doesn’t seem to like Koreans. He thinks they’re mean. I think he may have encountered some angry Korean students in his profession. White Americans generally admire Asians, and my impression is that they like them somewhat better than whites.

Far-Eastern Asians are a little smarter than we are. In America, they commit less crime (not including tax evasion), and they make good money and pay taxes instead of living off them. No one is afraid to walk in an Asian neighborhood at night, except, ironically, Asians. They are afraid of other groups, for good reason. They are probably better Americans, on the whole, than caucasians. What’s not to like?

The CCP is different. It’s important to hold the CCP accountable for the pandemic. It’s not happening, but it should be. Reminding the world the CCP let the virus escape without warning the rest of us could help us prepare for other world-changing CCP crimes which are underway or in the pipeline.

Chinese virus, Chinese virus, Chinese virus. Read it here while you still can.

Unless Xi’s moronic crackdown on capitalism, and by extension, success cripples the whole country, China will continue to ascend. America’s dominance seems certain to vanish soon. God isn’t going to continue favoring a country that abandons him and tries to compel better nations to promote homosexuality, which God absolutely hates.

I think the CCP will go after Taiwan soon. Why should they be afraid? They beat us in Korea and Vietnam, after all. No one likes to say that, but it’s true. We won’t lose because our military is weak. We will lose because we give up.

We will only put up token resistance before accepting humiliation and making up excuses. See if I’m wrong. They’ll probably get the South China Sea, too. Chinese businessmen will continue to lie to us, poison us, and steal our intellectual property with Xi’s help, and we’ll keep buying and buying and buying because America is cursed with submission.

Beijing will probably become the new Rome or London, with a global empire that goes unchallenged for decades or until the beast rises. Who knows? Maybe he’ll be Chinese.

It’s wrong to hate Chinese people for being Chinese, but it’s very good to hate the CCP, and it’s also good to criticize mainland Chinese morals, because they cause a lot of suffering. For example, in mainland China right now, people are cutting dogs up alive and throwing them in boiling water. Look it up. Don’t believe me until you look it up. Also, mainland Chinese are extremely dishonest in business.

The First Amendment has lost a tremendous portion of its power, thanks to the tech kids and people who vote for socialists who give them other people’s property. On top of that, demonic delusion is everywhere, so even when the truth is known, people prefer bizarre theories with no foundation in reality. It’s no coincidence that Q Anon and the flat Earth crazies arose just as the apocalypse began.

One of the great benefits of praying in tongues is that if you do it a lot, the Holy Spirit will lead you out of delusion. As the word says:

The steps of a good man are ordered by the Lord: and he delighteth in his way.

Though he fall, he shall not be utterly cast down: for the Lord upholdeth him with his hand.

If you listen to the Holy Spirit, you may draw some bad conclusions, but you will soon recover and know the truth. You’re not going to get the truth from the press, preachers, or the people around you, so you might as well start listening to the source.

When Leftists do the Math

I can’t resist posting this.

Florida has been catching hell ever since covid arrived in the US. Our wonderful governor refused to panic and turn us into prisoners. We ended up with a high infection number. It’s about like New York State’s. New York’s governor, the notorious ejectee Andrew Cuomo, who had a habit of fondling women without consent, put many thousands of infected people in old folks’ homes, causing a tremendous number of unnecessary deaths.

Florida’s population is bigger than New York’s, partly because New Yorkers move here to die. It’s not like Florida is a tiny state with a gigantic covid toll.

Cuomo got in trouble for molesting women, which is a very bad thing, but the leftist press didn’t care when his pandemic mistake caused the deaths of thousands of people who would otherwise have survived. That mistake was many orders of magnitude worse. Florida’s Governor DeSantis, on the other hand, has been continually slandered, excoriated, and belittled for a coronavirus outcome which is pretty similar to Cuomo’s and which did a much better job of preserving our liberty.

Now we have the Omicron variant, and it’s hitting New York State hard. You would think journalists would shut up about DeSantis, right? You’d expect them to say something about New York and other states which have very serious coronavirus problems.

No, you wouldn’t. They are paid liars now. Objectivity no longer exists. They are still hammering DeSantis, and to look at the news, you would barely know Cuomo existed.

Problem: Omicron is way worse in New York. It has already peaked in Florida. You can look at the graph for yourself. It will probably keep declining. The latest daily number is around 30,000, and the 7-day average is about 16,500. New York State’s latest daily number is about 87,000 (not a typo), and their average is about 36,000. New York State hasn’t peaked yet, either. It will probably get worse for at least a couple more days.

New-York-based journalists had a bigger problem with a one-man handemic than the pandemic.

I can’t be sure, because I only took around 8 semesters of calculus, but I believe 36,000 is bigger than 16,500. I’m not saying I’m smart enough to read news off a teleprompter or get a liberal arts degree, ride on my dad’s coattails, and run for governor, but I feel confident my conclusion is correct.

It literally makes no difference what DeSantis says or does or what happens in Florida. It could be raining money here, and leftists would still be crucifying him over useless mask rules and claiming falsely that he’s against vaccines. What purpose is there in looking at the news? Just imagine what leftists wish it were, and whatever you conjure up will be close what’s actually being published.

I always like to talk about Africa and Zambia when I write about coronavirus. Zambia’s omicron wave is drying up as quickly as it came, and it never compared to what happened in any large American state. South Africa, which used to be considered Omicron’s epicenter, is nearing the end of its wave almost as quickly as it got to the peak.

Omicron is infecting people on an unprecedented scale, and it’s still not producing many deaths. It’s milder than the other variants. It’s probably a huge blessing. It may “vaccinate” us against future strains. Saying this to leftists is like saying “ni” to fictional knights who crave shrubberies. It infuriates them.

Leftists are never happy. They think happiness is collusion in a nonexistent global white supremacist sexist conspiracy. They were utterly miserable all through 2020, they were only slightly less depressed and enraged this year, and now that coronavirus seems to be going away, they can’t stand that, either. If coronavirus goes away, they lose one of their big talking points, which is that everyone still needs to lock down and wear a face diaper.

I think the pandemic is ending. I think it will eventually start up again due to a new mutation, or we’ll get something even worse, but I believe omicron will put a giant dent in the rationales for masks, lockdowns, and shots.

As the numbers decline and the public gets more angry about continued infringements of its essential freedoms, leftists will start appearing on TV, trying to minimize the recovery and looking for ways to continue oppressive pandemic measures. They’ll keep pushing governments to pay people to stay home, because people who get government checks vote for socialism and the persecution of individuals who refuse to pretend homosexuality and gender confusion are normal and healthy.

If covid bounces back with a stronger variant, leftists will experience a rare sensation: joy. They’ll say they were proven right, just like they say a hot week in St. Louis proves the oceans are going to rise and swallow us.

In their hearts, leftists are conflicted. They hate life even more than usual during the pandemic, but they also love the power it has given them. It let them turn people into welfare-addicted loafers. It let them tell people what to do and where they could go. It gave them an opportunity to protest vaccinations and say vaccines were deadly, until Trump, the man who pushed vaccines into existence, left office. Then it gave them an opportunity to oppress the evil, stupid Trumpers who criticized vaccines, which were clearly safe and necessary.

Leftists have been more unhappy than anyone during the pandemic, and that unhappiness, I think, has made them happier than at any time in recent history.

I had a great 2020. I did what I pleased and rarely had to wear a mask. I had a great 2021; I got married and traveled with my beautiful wife. I have been happy, so I guess things haven’t been going very well for me by leftist standards.

I think the last time I wore a mask was in October. I had to fly. I see a few people in my local stores wearing them, but they’re outliers. Probably snowbirds.

I believe 2022 will be a great year for me, too. My only big problems are coronavirus and immigration. Coronavirus appears to be self-limiting through mutation, and the State Department will eventually let my wife in. It would feel weird to get a break from coronavirus. Even a few months of restored communal sanity would seem strange.

Every day without a mask or a gene-damaging mRNA shot is a victory. I don’t know how people in blue states can stand their lives. What must it be like to wear a sweaty, smelly, glasses-fogging mask 8 or 10 hours per day? What is it like to roll up your sleeve and take an untested shot you don’t want, because you’ll get fired if you don’t? I can’t relate, any more than I can relate to having to walk the streets of Baltimore or DC without being allowed to carry a pistol or a knife, or having to cower in San Francisco as organized gangs of violent morons loot stores I depend on.

They say global warming will make the oceans rise until huge areas of low-lying land disappear and everyone has to move to points of high ground. That has already happened to Christians and conservatives. The rights of human beings have disappeared below the water, and God has moved people like me to little oases that protrude from beneath the waves. I can go to the store with a loaded gun in my pocket and a sheath knife displayed openly. If I wanted to, I could celebrate my Southern heritage with a Confederate flag windshield sticker. I can use any pronouns I like. I hunt in my yard. When I feel like it, I take a high-powered rifle out back and shoot 5/8″ 5-shot groups at 100 yards, and my neighbors couldn’t care less.

I don’t have to recycle. I could put old car batteries in the dumpsters at the local collection center if I felt like it, and no one would care. I can give off all the carbon I want. I get a free permit every time I burn a couple of tons of dead trees in my yard, but if I didn’t, nothing would happen.

No one has taken over a local neighborhood and put angry lesbians with rifles in charge of security. No businesses have been burned. No gangs have surrounded me at restaurants and tried to force me to give black power salutes.

If I got in my car, I could drive into the swollen sea and visit the poor people who live on the bottom. I could go to Atlanta or Miami and get a taste of how the cursed are spending the apocalypse. I don’t plan to go to cities any more than I have to. If I didn’t have to travel to see my wife, I would have no desire to enter any major city ever again. Like Robert Redford said in Jeremiah Johnson, I’ve been to a town.

If God gives you favor during these accursed times, you live in an upper-class universe. You have Christian privilege. He separates you from the angry, depressed, carnal hordes and puts you down in a place of safety. People who reject God are living under self-imposed supernatural apartheid.

Anyway, here’s to Omicron. Hope it lives up to its potential.

The Holy Spirit is Our Only Protection From Temptation

The leftist press is going after Perry Stone, but they can’t be faulted for it. They have a case.

Perry Stone was one of my favorite preachers. He has a remarkable gift for understanding the Bible. He exposes and explains things like no one else. He points out startling connections between the Old Testament and the New Testament.

He has a show called Manna-Fest. I used to watch every week, and I also became a partner. He had a site where you could sign up for recurring donations, and partners received material other people did not.

He used to say he would not ask for money. He had faith God would provide it, and for many years, that worked just fine. He had a problem with Trinity Broadcasting, which was one of the networks that featured his show. He wanted to give things away, but Trinity had a policy: people who appeared on their broadcasts weren’t allowed to advertise products that didn’t cost people anything. That’s Trinity for you. Wrong, and not at all ashamed of it.

I enjoyed his work, but I started to notice problems. For one thing, he was angry and argumentative. Sometimes he was very hostile to nonbelievers. He also got into it with Christians who didn’t agree with him. He seemed proud, and pride is the worst weakness.

I believe many of the things he passed on to viewers came straight from God, but he also said things that were silly. It seemed that he sometimes kept talking when God was silent. I remember him telling a crowd the word “embarrass” came from the words “bare” and “ass,” which is ridiculous. I call this “going outside your anointing.” God gave him the ability to do certain things, and Stone apparently got the idea that he could do other things just as well.

I learned he was very good at explaining the Bible, but he wasn’t that great with practical help. He gave weak advice about the actual business of being a Christian. I think some of the things he taught about cleaning up our lives and our families were just his guesses.

I canceled my membership years ago.

Stone had another weakness. He palled around with prosperity preachers. One day I saw a video of him with Steve Munsey. This man runs a huge megachurch in Indiana. He is a pig. He pretends to be some kind of expert, billing himself as a doctor. He makes up lies about Jewish holidays in order to get money. For example, he tells people the ancient Jews made big monetary donations on Passover in exchange for seven blessings.

I’ve written about Munsey before. I’m repeating things so this blog entry will stand on its own feet.

Munsey is the mentor of Rich Wilkerson Sr., the pastor of Miami’s Trinity Church. I attended and volunteered there for several years. Trinity abuses and cheats volunteers, employees, and members. For example, I have been told they deduct tithes from their employees’ checks, and they also force employees to work unpaid hours as volunteers, which is illegal.

I learned how wrong Munsey was, and then I learned Wilkerson knew he was wrong and taught his garbage anyway. I used to criticize Munsey and the other prosperity preachers on social media, and Wilkerson came to consider me a big threat to his church. When I left, he called friends of mine in for secret meetings about me, and of course, they told me.

Munsey pulled in many millions of dollars every year, but he let his house and his church go into foreclosure. He paid himself and his wife extravagantly. He had a plane. He had his own zoo. The bankruptcy judge was highly critical of Munsey, to say the least.

Perry Stone was not a true prosperity preacher. He didn’t tell people God would pay them for giving him offerings, as Munsey did. Unfortunately, he praised Munsey as a man of God and was proud to appear with him. He helped Munsey take people’s savings.

Eventually, Stone went the megachurch route. He built a big compound. First thing you know, he no longer trusted God to pay the bills. The man who used to brag that he never borrowed money suddenly began asking viewers to donate.

In the years that followed, women came forward and accused Stone of misbehaving, and he admitted his guilt. He didn’t say he touched or groped anyone, but he admitted he had said things he should not have. His board told him he had to quit preaching for 8 months.

Now Stone is doing what famous Christian crooks do. He is turning off comments on his Youtube videos. Some are still open to comments, but some are not. Kenneth Copeland and Paula White do the same thing. Roaches are afraid of the light. They’re not doing it because there is some godly purpose. They do it to prevent people from exposing them.

On Christmas Day, Stone’s hometown paper, The Chattanooga Times Free Press, published an article labeled “Women in Perry Stone’s ministry allege sexual misconduct, say FBI is investigating televangelist.” Yahoo News picked it up. That’s remarkable. Stone is fairly obscure compared to people like T.D. Jakes and Joel Osteen. Most Americans don’t know who he is. Still, Yahoo’s people decided to republish the article, which can’t be seen on the Chattanooga paper’s site without a membership. Obviously, Yahoo wants to discredit Christians, and that has to be the primary motivation for carrying the story, but how much can we complain if it’s largely true?

Here are some disturbing allegations (as yet unproven) from the story:

1. Stone approached ministry workers (some in their early twenties) and told them his wife didn’t satisfy him sexually. He said he had a dream suggesting something bad was going to happen to his wife, and he claimed God had told him to be with other women.

2. Stone showed women he was sexually aroused.

3. Stone groped women.

There are other accusations, but these seem to be the worst. Stone’s organization claims some accusations have been refuted, but they admit some are true.

At a recent event, a woman in the crowd stood up and called Stone a “nasty perv” and said women had left the ministry because he “kept touching them.”

Stone’s quoted response is, “Ma’am, I’ll have you arrested, and I’ll bring a lawsuit against you for making statements like that.” After that, he supposedly said, “You’ve talked to people who told 16 lies on my wife and I! That’s who you’ve been talking to.”

Stone also relied on the Cuomo defense. Here is a quotation:

I am not a perfect man. People have taken me hugging and kissing them on the cheek wrong. I quit that. I’m Italian. My whole family holds hands, rubs backs. I didn’t know you can look at somebody and say, “Hey, how you doing?” and they can take it wrong.

He then allegedly said God had told him the people who had accused him would have to answer for it when they died. The Bible, on the other hand, says sins will be forgiven.

The story says 9 women “employed by or connected with” Stone’s ministry have provided letters listing disturbing accusations.

Stone posted a Facebook video saying he had a dream about seven ugly fish with big mouths. They were trying to keep fishermen, representing pastors, from catching other fish which represented young people searching for Christ. He said that in the dream, he killed one fish by hitting it in the head with a pole.

He claims the woman who stood up and called him out is one of the seven fish, and he says one of them is marked by God for a “significant loss.”

It’s very bad.

Obviously, he committed sexual sins with or against women in his ministry. That is undeniable, no matter what the actual sins were.

He may also have told women God wanted him to commit adultery. That would be taking God’s name in vain for a very evil cause. It would be a very great sin for a preacher to commit.

He appears to be focusing more on criticizing the people who are talking about his failures than on confession and repentance. A long time ago, God gave me this: “The concealment of a sin is worse than the sin itself.” Deceiving people about his misdeeds is very bad, and if he is blaming individuals who are telling the truth, it’s far, far worse. Jesus was killed for telling the truth, as were many prophets.

I don’t know if the fish dream is legitimate or not, but it has a bad smell to it. God isn’t the only one who gives people dreams. Threatening people with God’s judgment when they speak the truth for good reason is dangerous. I doubt God had anything to do with the dream.

Stone should never have threatened to have his heckler arrested, unless she did more than talk. If yelling in church is a crime, it’s hard to guess what crime it might be. It sounds like Stone is so proud, he becomes enraged when people say anything negative to him. It reminds me of the way Jesus was slapped for talking to the high priest who was in the process of trying to murder him.

I am pretty familiar with Stone, and he is an emotional person. It wouldn’t surprise me if he reacted from anger and defensiveness instead of listening calmly and responding rationally. It’s what I would expect from him. I have never known him to dig too deeply into criticism of himself or people he is affiliated with.

Here is my guess: Stone’s pride caused him to sink into self-deceit and weakened his relationship with God. It allowed him to fall into adultery or at least something close to it, and then it helped him justify going after his truthful critics instead of confronting his character problems.

I think Steve Munsey is like a tapeworm that infects lost preachers, and Stone opened himself up so Munsey could invade. I believe Stone’s ego made him want a big, impressive compound like the huge churches his Mammon-worshiping friends had, so he left God’s provision behind and started manipulating human beings to get money.

Remember Abraham. God told him he would have a son by Sarah, but he got tired of waiting, so he impregnated a servant. That servant’s descendants should never have existed. They plague Israel’s children until this day. God was going to make good on his promise, but Abraham and Sarah took things into their own hands and relied on the power of the flesh. This is what Stone appears to have done. Maybe God would have given him a big compound eventually without manipulation, or maybe God wanted something else for him, but Stone couldn’t wait for God to show him.

Oddly, Stone just put up an excellent video. It was about a spirit that was seen hovering over a church. It built sexual attraction between men and women in the pews. He said this represented a problem that was intended to destroy the body of Christ in the last days. He also provided a remedy. He said the answer was to pray in tongues a great deal to overcome the spirit’s power.

If Stone is so messed up right now, why was the video so useful? Because Stone’s dad saw the spirit and provided the information. It happened years ago. His dad died a long time back. Stone himself merely relayed the information to the world. Ironically, Stone himself didn’t take the advice. It was obviously for him as well as the rest of us.

I don’t think Stone will recover. Has any preacher ever escaped the clutches of self-admiration or a craving for approval from the public? I can’t think of any. Pride is the worst iniquity, because it shelters all the others so they can continue to fester and grow. If you don’t have too much pride, you can recover from anything.

Many preachers glow with pride. Their egos are so immense, they defy understanding. They quiver with rage when anyone questions them, as though they were generals and the rest of us were privates. God’s kingdom doesn’t work that way. There are only two levels: God’s and ours. If you’re a son, you’re a son, not a grandson or the slave of a son. If you listen to the Holy Spirit, you have the authority to argue with anyone who gets off the track.

It’s very sad to see Stone falling like this. I have prayed for his recovery, and I posted my analysis on one of his Youtubes. Maybe he’ll come around. Thank God I was shown his weaknesses before things got this far.

In Heaven as it Was on Earth

I hope everyone had a great Christmas.

I am physically separated from my wife, but we spent a long time together using video chat. I have great friends, so we had presents to open and people to message and chat with. Even though we were both technically alone, we had a holiday of love and warmth, and we were encouraged by the knowledge that we would probably get together for good soon.

On Christmas Day, I had a wonderful revelation about Christmas.

I realize December 25 probably isn’t the date of Jesus’ birth, and I have heard all the overthought arguments against celebrating Christmas. Some of them aren’t true. For example, it isn’t true that we got Christmas from the pagan holiday Saturnalia. I don’t think Christmas trees honor the devil. There are plenty of real problems with our modern traditions without making up new ones.

Christmas is imperfect, but it’s still very important. We need to acknowledge Jesus as a nation and as families. The fact that most people think Christmas is about elves and going into debt doesn’t mean you and I can’t do it right.

When I was a kid, my life was miserable. My dad was a wife-beater who drank too much. My mother was a defeated pessimist who failed to introduce her kids to God. My sister was a jealous, sadistic sociopath who resented my existence. Our house was a depressing place of fear and dreary expectations. Nonetheless, I loved Christmas, because we used to visit my mother’s parents in Kentucky. They were wealthy, they had a big house, they always decorated, I got to see my aunts, uncles, and cousins, and I was their favorite grandchild. Kentucky was a place of escape for me. The impression it made in my heart was overly idealistic. It wasn’t hard for Kentucky to look like heaven after what I went through in Florida.

We always had lots of presents and two big dinners. We got to play with great toys. Sometimes there was snow, so we could ride a sled.

It was very comforting to feel I belonged to a loving family. Every branch of the family was somewhat dysfunctional, but at Christmastime, we all came together to form a much more pleasant-looking whole.

On Christmas Day, I started thinking about the passage where the Bible says that through the Holy Spirit, we cry out, “Abba, Father!”, to God. “Abba” is a Hebrew word, and it’s an affectionate term meaning “father.”

Sometimes preachers talk about it, saying it means “daddy.” Personally, I never called my dad that. It always seemed childish to me. It was okay for girls, but “mommy” and “daddy” sounded awful coming from boys. I called my parents “Mom” and “Dad.”

I could never call God “Daddy,” because it would be insincere and make me feel uncomfortable, but I can call him “Dad.” There is no one else here to answer to that now.

I decided to make a special effort to use “Dad” in my prayers. The Bible says Spirit-led Christians are literally the children of God, so we shouldn’t be reluctant to call him what he is.

I had tried this in the past with limited results, but doing it on Christmas day, I felt a real connection. I got a stronger revelation of who I am; what my identity is and what my rights and privileges are. It gave me a sensation of belonging.

It made me think of those Christmases in Kentucky. We gathered at the home of a wealthy, powerful male figure, and we enjoyed his generosity and the warm oasis he provided for us. I can’t speak for everyone else, but I felt that special connection only family members feel. If you’ve ever felt you could show up at your grandparents’ house or an uncle’s house uninvited and unannounced, use your own key to get in, raid the fridge, make long-distance calls from the phone, and move into the guest room, you know what I mean. I felt we were more than separate individuals. We were woven together so none of us had to face the world with only our own strength.

People who say they have seen heaven tell us there are countless radiant beings around the throne of God, inside walls and gates of pearls and precious stones, looking at their father and praising and thanking him with love pouring from everyone, in every direction.

This Christmas, in my heart, I realized what we experienced in Kentucky was a picture of what residents of heaven enjoy every day. It made me feel warm and safe. I was in my big house all by myself, my grandparents were dead, my aunts and cousins generally were no longer interested in relationships with me, my wife was nearly 8,000 miles away, but I had the same basic feeling I used to get in my grandparent’s family room as the kids tore wrapping paper off presents.

Now that I think about it, my house, more than any of my aunts’ or male cousin’s houses, is like my grandfather’s house. I have no kids, but I have brothers and sisters my father in heaven gave me, and I have two godchildren and a bunch of other kids who care about me. They are always welcome to visit. They are safe here, to relax and enjoy each other’s company.

When I was young, I had the feeling I was my grandfather’s son. My dad had this feeling, too, but he would never have said it. He knew his bad behavior had made it impossible for me to look up to him the way I looked up to my grandfather, and when he got older, he developed the habit of saying “your father” when he really meant my mom’s dad.

In my heart, I felt my dad was a problem, not an asset. He was just someone I had to manage and humor in order to avoid problems. My grandfather was different. I was proud to be his grandson. Everywhere we went, people gathered around us to talk to him. Men wanted his counsel and his help. Women wished they were married to him. With my dad, it was different. When I walked around our neighborhood, I knew everyone there had seen police cars outside our house, and maybe they had seen him half-dressed, taunting the police because they knew he couldn’t be arrested for public drunkenness or disturbing the peace as long as he didn’t leave his doorway. I knew the other dads bought their wives and children more things than my dad bought for us, and no one was afraid when those men entered a room. My dad was not very violent with me, but because of the way he had treated my mother in front of me, I couldn’t help being scared of him.

My dad became a loving, doting, Christian father during the last years of his life, but things were different when I was young.

My grandfather didn’t have any boys. He had 4 girls, and he made considerable effort to get the same things from them he would have gotten from sons. He tried to interest two of them in the outdoors, which didn’t work. He sent my mother to law school, where she promptly selected a fiance, got married, and quit. His first male grandchild was older than I was, but my mother was his favorite daughter, so the first male didn’t get the bond I got. I was the one. The next male that arrived was a terror the adults fantasized about slapping, so among the first 4 children, I looked pretty good, and my position was safe.

Now that I’m an adult, I feel I am more of an heir to my grandfather than the others. I didn’t inherit any more wealth than they did, but my place among the people close to me is more like his.

My life is largely shaped by my experiences with him. The pleasure I got from being with him shaped my desires. Like him, I love the country. I live on a farm. He had cattle; I have cattle, although the ones on my farm belong to a tenant. I have tractors because he used to set me on the fender of a Massey-Ferguson and let me ride while he raked and mowed. He used to put me in the driver’s seat and let me drive while he shouted instructions. I love guns because he and I shot and hunted together, and like him, I have a gun room in my house.

I think of myself as someone who turned out barren, but I am more of a patriarch than my 4 male cousins, all of whom had kids. Like my grandfather, I participate in other people’s upkeep. He let my divorced aunt live on one of his farms rent-free for years. He bought cars for his daughter. He paid my sister’s high school tuition even though my dad was wealthy. He gave my mother money to invest. One of his sons-in-law was a hateful, black-hearted drunk who was very hard to like, but my grandfather invested a lot of money trying to keep his car dealership open. He gave his grandchildren calves and paid them the proceeds when they were auctioned. When I was a kid, sometimes he would slip me a fifty when no one was looking. He loved doing things like that. He never expected me to do anything for him.

When I got married, it never occurred to me that my wife should work. I would have been ashamed to let her do that. She doesn’t pay for anything. Yesterday, a cousin who still talks to me said that was remarkable. I was surprised. I had always assumed people would look down on me if I let Rhodah look after herself in Zambia.

When I call her every day, I love hearing her tell me she has spent her day relaxing. That’s exactly what I want to hear. She should shop, cook nice food, read the Bible, pray, minister to others, drive around to see people, and watch good teaching. She should enjoy the home she lives in by herself. The less work she does, the better I like it. I don’t think my male cousins have that attitude. Two are divorced, and I believe the wives of the other two work. The cousin who was surprised I supported my wife is divorced, and her husband abandoned her son. I have another female cousin who seems to have done better. Her first husband was man of good intentions, and I hear complimentary things about the man she married after he died.

Sometimes when I ask my wife what she has been doing all day, she grins and says, “Sitting!” I always tell her I hope she didn’t overexert herself.

I think it’s okay to say I do things for my wife. Jesus cautioned us against telling others about our charitable deeds, but supporting your wife isn’t alms. It’s the fulfillment of an obligation. Bragging about doing things for your wife is like bragging that you brush your teeth. No one should be impressed.

When my mother and father got married, my grandfather bought them a new DeSoto. It was extremely ugly. It was grey with an orange roof. He paid to have the paint improved. He put a red roof on it! At least he tried. Of course, he paid for the wedding, including my dad’s clothes. He rarely drank, but he had a few drinks at the wedding, and before my parents drove off, he took all the money in his pockets, which would have been a lot, and he made them take it for their honeymoon.

That’s the kind of person I want to be.

Maybe God gave me my grandfather and made me a little like him so I would understand what it felt like to be the patriarch. To be a patriarch is to be like God. It’s a very good thing to provide abundance, safety, and shelter. It’s good to overcome the selfishness of my youth so it can’t disgrace me in my old age.

When we are together in heaven, it won’t be like being in church. When I used to go to church, I liked the people around me, but the bonds weren’t that strong. Many of them were hypocrites who didn’t really belong to God’s family. Most of them didn’t know me. When I stood among them during services, it was not much different from standing among total strangers. In heaven, we will feel a family bond like the one I felt in my grandparents’ house as we stuffed ourselves and opened presents. It will be a family reunion, very literally.

Sometimes I have been concerned, and occasionally resentful, about the demands people have made on me. It has annoyed me to hear new requests from people who weren’t making much effort to fix their lives. I believe that feeling is evil, and I try not to cling to that mindset. I always tell Rhodah it’s much better to be the one who gives than the one who takes, because if people are coming to you for help, it means you have, and they don’t. You are more blessed than they are. Rhodah feels the same way.

I can see why leftists, who hate the principles of God’s kingdom, hate Christmas and work so hard to erase it from the public’s culture. Their father is Satan, and Satan doesn’t want us to know we can be a family. He doesn’t want us to love patriarchy, because God is a father, and men who worship God correctly are patriarchs. He doesn’t want us to see the parallel between Christmas togetherness and the unity and love we will one day feel, assembled around the throne Satan will never again see.

Satan’s children want us to be a family, too; the fear-driven, self-centered, ruthless children of the global government and the Internet. He wants to hide the breast and give us a pacifier dipped in poison.

If my revelation from God helps you, then let it be my Christmas present to you. You have 364 days to prepare to receive the benefit.

Fictional Sleigh Delivers Unfortunate Present

Earlier today, I wrote a lot of material about Biden’s dementia being “discovered” suddenly by CNN’s Jeff Zeleny, but I decided not to publish it. A video took the wind out of my sails. Biden and his wife made the mistake of taking Christmas phone calls on camera. They were pretending to track Santa’s sleigh. One caller said, “Let’s go, Brandon!” Biden said, “Let’s go Brandon. I agree.”

He had no idea what was going on.

If you watch the video, you will also see Jill Biden coaching her husband. Even Jimmy Carter didn’t need that.

I saw the humor in the story, but I also saw the cruelty. The caller was picking on an elderly person with a mental handicap, in front of that person’s wife, on national TV. And Biden is the president of the United States, so his error was sobering. Our enemies around the world saw it. It was an ugly moment. It’s humiliating for America.

It was like the moment in The Caine Mutiny where Captain Queeg fell apart on the witness stand.

I love seeing liars proven wrong, and the leftists who have been pretending Biden was fine need to have their noses rubbed in what they did to our country, but I’m not thrilled to see America disintegrate.

The memes are going to be numerous and ruthless, and the left won’t be able to mount much of a defense. If Biden has forgotten what “Let’s go, Brandon” means, something is very wrong. If he never knew, then it proves people are handling and sheltering him like a prize beagle in a dog show. If he were of sound mind and truly in charge, he would know exactly what it meant. There is no way he would have let himself be filmed saying it.

In other news, my wild guesses about coronavirus seem to be panning out. Today I saw a doctor telling people the South African epidemic was collapsing. New studies are coming out confirming the obvious fact that Omicron is mild, so it looks like we have a mild variant replacing the old variant, and the mild variant takes a very short time to run its course in new host groups.

If these things are true, Omicron should be nearly gone in 20 days, and it should provide some degree of resistance to coronavirus in the future. It may be, as I hoped, nature’s vaccine. I think this will happen.

Could 2022 be the year smart people short Pfizer? Could Australians conceivably be released from house arrest?

Incidentally, let me reiterate: I have zero sympathy for Australians who voted to give up their rights. They need to suffer more, not less. Suffering may wake them up. I feel bad for the sane Australians who fought authoritarianism in vain.

I still think the macho posing of male Australians is ridiculous. They can’t have guns, they can’t have knives, they can’t carry any type of object as a defensive weapon, they can’t defend their families, and they cheer the people who are putting healthy Australians in an internment camp.

That Americans ever bought into the Australian independent he-man myth is proof we know very little about other countries. If Elizabeth Warren really wants to be president, she should move to Australia, but I think her work there would be redundant. For that matter, she might be considered too conservative.

Australia’s policies seem ridiculous to me. Coronavirus is a permanent feature of Australian life. Vaccines can’t end it, and neither will lockdowns or herd immunity. They can only minimize it by utterly ruining the quality of their lives, just as I could maximize my safety in the bathroom by hiring an attendant to strap me to the toilet. Doesn’t seem worth it to me. They’re trading liberty for safety, and they’re doing that in a very stupid way. They should be focusing on insulating the fat, old, and sick instead of tormenting everyone.

One great thing about coronavirus is that it has exposed the hypocrisy of many people who lied about loving freedom. Most people care very little about freedom as long as they get a room, a bed, a TV, and a full refrigerator.

I am hoping God sent Omicron to give the world a break. It wouldn’t mean the apocalypse wasn’t upon us, any more than a break in labor pains means a woman isn’t pregnant, but it could make it easier to prepare for whatever comes next.

I still think coronavirus is largely about sexual sin. The other day I was in my car with an audio Bible playing, as always, and I heard this passage from Leviticus:

Thou shalt not lie with mankind, as with womankind: it is abomination.

Defile not ye yourselves in any of these things: for in all these the nations are defiled which I cast out before you:

And the land is defiled: therefore I do visit the iniquity thereof upon it, and the land itself vomiteth out her inhabitants.

This appears after a long list of forbidden perversions. Oddly, it doesn’t mention plain old fornication. It’s about things like incest.

Lying and/or deluded homosexual activists like to claim the sodomy prohibition was only about pagan temple prostitutes, but that’s wrong. It’s found a big list of sexual aberrations unconnected with worship and idolatry.

It shows that God gave Israel to the Jews at least partly because of the sexual perversion of the gentiles. He really hates perversion. He took favor, which includes things like prosperity, health, and dominance, away from perverts and gave it to the Jews to drive them out. Today, it looks like he has taken favor from the homosexuality-proselytism epicenters of America and Europe. Meanwhile, Christian Africa is doing well. Cases went up sharply in Zambia after Omicron hit, but virtually no one is dying, and their rates are still many times lower than those of Florida and New York State.

I feel like writing about Christmas. I’ll be on my own this year, but on the other hand, this will be my first Christmas as a married man, so I don’t care. I’ll have my wonderful wife on Whatsapp, and some friends have sent presents. That’s plenty for me.

I realize Jesus probably wasn’t born in late December, but Christmas, properly observed, is still a wonderful holiday. I lived a filthy life, and an innocent man chose to take my punishment. It’s good to be reminded that I am like an ex-con in a halfway house, receiving every good thing I have as charity, not as payment for a job well done.

Hope everyone who reads this draws closer to God today and tomorrow. We are headed for a time when it will be increasingly obvious that human beings can’t relieve their own suffering, so you need to be intimate with the only one who can set you apart.