I Volunteer to Bury Tanzania’s Covid Dead in my Side Yard

Today I was talking to Rhodah about covid, and I looked at some nations in Africa. You won’t believe it.

Our hard-left press admits African nations have done somewhat better than other countries, but they are lying by underemphasis. Sub-Saharan Africa, apart from gay-friendly South Africa and two smaller nations, has had protection which is clearly miraculous. It is nothing short of astonishing.

Zambia has Florida’s population, and Zambia has no epidemic now. It never had much of one.

Malawi has about the same population, and they have never averaged more than 1000 cases per day on a 7-day basis. They currently have no epidemic.

Tanzania has THREE TIMES the population of Florida. Total known cases since the pandemic started: 1367. That is not a typo. Their 7-day average topped out at 73. Total known deaths: 50.

The president of Tanzania attracted leftist ridicule by downplaying coronavirus, and he died of old age and heart problems. Leftists claimed he had covid.

Where was he supposed to catch it, in a country where the known sick never amounted to more than one in a million people?

He declared three days of prayer and said it would end coronavirus. Tanzania prayed, and coronavirus ended. Leftist response: ridicule.

Other African nations had official days of prayer. America, not so much.

Zimbabwe has 15 million people and a total of around 4700 dead. There is no more epidemic there.

Botswana has not done well. It has 2.4 million people and a total of about 2400 dead, which is much higher than neighboring countries on a per-100000 basis. Botswana has had legal homosexual marriage since 2019. The right to pretend to change gender is in the constitution.

Mozambique has about 1.5 times the population of Florida, and coronavirus has barely touched it. The epidemic is over, and the maximal 7-day average was under 2,000. Total deaths number under 2,000. Mozambique has decriminalized homosexuality, but it does not recognize homosexual relationships of any kind.

Namibia is in pretty much the same boat as Botswana. Homosexuality is not criminalized there, and homosexual relationships are tolerated even if they are not granted legal recognition.

Angola has done extremely well. It does not recognize same-sex relationships, but it also does not criminalize homosexuality.

Uganda is a haven from covid, and it is very hard on homosexuality. The same goes for Kenya. The Democratic Republic of the Congo has been largely spared, and it does not recognize homosexual relationships or provide special protection from discrimination.

Which country has had the worst epidemic? The rich, advanced, masked, locked-down, socially distanced United States, far and away. Which country does more than any other to promote homosexuality internally and abroad, using coercion freely? The United States. We routinely coerce poor countries to go along in order to get needed aid.

Brazil got wiped out by coronavirus, and it is considered a model country by deviant activists. China released coronavirus on the world, but things have gone astoundingly well there. Wisconsin has had 9 times as many cases as China, which has about 250 times Wisconsin’s population. China discourages sexual aberrations. It also persecutes Christians and commits all sorts of atrocities, but somehow, things have gone well in China. Maybe it’s because America is being judged, and China is our biggest enemy.

India is staggering under its coronavirus burden. In 2019, India took steps to give legal recognition to people who think they have changed gender.

Russia has done fairly badly, but much better than the USA. Russia also gives recognition to so-called transgender people. Russia does not recognize same-sex marriage. Russia has a long history of persecuting Jews, and it doesn’t have a great relationship with Israel. Russia forces missionaries to accept state-designed training.

It’s surprising how strong the correlations are. It’s true that some Muslim countries have been hit hard, and they are not known for pro-sexual-confusion laws. On the other hand, they are trying to kill off the Jews, and they imprison, torture, and murder Christians. Also, in some Muslim countries, homosexual relationships, including those involving young children, are unofficially sanctioned.

Does all this mean coronavirus is a reward for legitimizing sexual perversion? I doubt it’s as simple as that. Sodom and Gomorrah were destroyed largely because of sexual sin, but God also hated their cruelty, dishonesty and selfishness. It looks like perversion may be the major factor in determining how a country fares during the pandemic, but I doubt other sins help.

We should be hearing about the African miracle every single day on the news. Researchers should be swarming Africa, trying to figure out why huge populations were essentially unaffected. The Africans who are enjoying special safety aren’t making much use of masks, social distancing, lockdowns, and vaccines, yet our benighted experts insist–screech–that these discredited measures are our only hope. No. We need whatever Africa has. We need to find out what it is, and we need to apply it here.

Westerners are literally beating each other up, firing each other, fining each other, and ostracizing each other because some people won’t adopt measures that clearly do not work well. Meanwhile, we are ignoring hundreds of millions of people who are doing nearly nothing to stop covid, yet who are safe from infection anyway.

How is that good science?

I’m smiling as I type this. I can’t help it. I feel like I’m watching two groups of toddlers fighting over some nonsensical question. Both groups think they’re right, and both are way off, so they’re not accomplishing anything except alienation and bruises.

“The plague is caused by evil smells.” “No, the Jews are poisoning the wells!” “Evil smells!” “Jews!” “EVIL SMELLS!” “JEWS!” “EVIL SMELLS, YOU MORONS! DON’T YOU BELIEVE THE SCIENCE??”

Colin Powell is dead. He had coronavirus. He was vaccinated. That’s really something. It was only a couple of months ago that doctors in interviews were telling us severe symptoms were impossible for vaccinated people. They were so confident, they were telling us it simply could not happen. I’m sure that if they were pressed, they would have admitted they expected a few incredibly rare exceptions, but they sometimes used words like “impossible” or their equivalents because they believed so strongly in the shots. Doctors don’t like to use absolutes because of lawyers, but they did it.

They’re lying about it now on the web, because people have the temerity to criticize our weak vaccines in the aftermath of the death of one of the left’s patron saints. They’re saying doctors never said the vaccines could be counted on to prevent death, but they did.

Here is this week’s official assessment of the shots’ capabilities, as I have seen it presented by the establishment: the shots work very well to protect people who don’t need them. In other words, they are saying they don’t work on the fat, the sick, and the old, so they don’t help the vast majority of people who actually need special protection. The implication seems to be that they do a great job for the young, the thin, and the healthy, who rarely get very sick with or without shots.

If you’re not in a high-risk group, and you get a shot and don’t get very sick, how do we know the shot did anything? You’re getting what was already the most likely result.

Incidentally, it’s a bit sickening to see how everyone is praising Powell. Leftists used to excoriate him because he delivered the UN “smoking gun” speech that motivated the world to turn against Saddam Hussein. Leftists lied, saying Powell lied, even though he was relaying information that came from George Tenet, a Democrat holdover of questionable competence.

Later in his career, the uninspiring and classless Powell turned on the people who made him a success, stabbing George Bush in the back and abandoning the GOP. He admitted he cast a racist vote for Obama, simply because Obama was black. These moves made the alleged smoking-gun liar a huge hero to leftists, and so he remains. What are a few hundred thousand alleged war crimes among friends?

George Bush, whatever his failings may be, is a Boston Brahmin raised to be an aristocrat, so he has been very gracious about Powell’s death. He’s not complaining about the way Powell betrayed him and climbed up his back. Not everyone is taking the high road, though. Al Jazeera now features remarks from people who are rejoicing over Powell’s exit, calling him a liar who brought war.

Let’s get back to the problems with the vaccines. Now 43% of the new dead in the UK are vaccinated, and that does not include survivors who got very sick. Their numbers have to be much greater. Other countries are surely having similar results. The shots just aren’t that good.

The shot I got is said to be 67% effective. What does that even mean? Journalists are generally unintelligent and poorly educated, so when they write about THE SCIENCE in ways that make no sense, they don’t even realize it.

Maybe it means that if I walk into a typical cloud of viruses, I will be able to resist 67% of the ones I am likely to encounter during that exposure, but the rest will be strains I can’t fight. Maybe it means there is a 1/3 chance I will get sick every time I’m exposed, regardless of the strain. Maybe it means they only expect me to be exposed to one strain at a time, and they think the chance that I will be exposed to one I can’t defeat is 1/3.

I don’t know what it means, and neither do journalists. I know 67% is a sorry figure for a vaccine I’m depending on to prevent death or a bilateral lung transplant. It’s okay to say it’s a sorry figure. It’s important to say it. It’s not blasphemy. The truth is a good thing, except when you tell your wife she looks fat.

Powell had some sort of cancer, and he was being treated. Nonetheless, his doctors say coronavirus complications killed him. Does that mean he had mild symptoms, but he was so weak, they proved fatal? Does it mean he had severe symptoms and the cancer was irrelevant? We don’t know. If you get the sniffles and then die in a train wreck, they say your death was covid-related. It means nearly nothing.

This is a day of conflict for leftists. On the one hand, they really want to say Powell died from coronavirus, because virtually no real celebrities have died, and it’s one of the mysteries of the pandemic. It makes it look like the pandemic is a lie. It has been almost two years, and the biggest dead celebrities we have apart from Powell are Charlie Pride, Roy Horn, and Herman Cain. On the other, they don’t want to say a vaccinated person died, even though it happens every day.

Leftists want to say a major figure died for the same reason they tried to tell us heterosexual men and women who slept with them died from AIDS, which has never been true. It has always been a plague for homosexual men, the women they fool, and a few transfusion recipients and junkies. Leftists needed ordinary people to see AIDS as a threat to them, even though it wasn’t, in order to generate fear and funding. Leftists need the public to see coronavirus as something that kills people they know, so they can persuade people to obey and take the recommended measures.

AIDS is primarily a disease of homosexual men because their actions rip up anuses, and viruses like open wounds. It’s virtually impossible to get it from a woman because vaginas, which were designed for sex, don’t injure penises. On the other hand, penises sometimes injure vaginas, so sick homosexual men can infect women, although it’s less common than anal transmission. You can look that up on medical websites. It didn’t come from QAnon.

It’s weird how coronavirus has spared the famous. It is inexplicable. Many famous people are poor and can’t isolate themselves or get special care, but somehow, celebrities aren’t dying very often. Real celebrities, I mean, not people who starred in one episode of Columbo. Even former child stars who live in transient hotels aren’t dying.

Leftists are conflicted all the time because they dislike the truth. They don’t say, “What’s the truth? Let’s find out and tell it.” They say, “What can we say to make the world hate God and capitalism and love Karl Marx and homosexuality more?” It’s usually easy to determine the truth and pass it on. Deciding which lie you want to tell and predicting all the potential responses you will get from the many divided, combative factions of leftism are way harder.

Back during the smug days, doctors didn’t say, “Death from coronavirus is impossible for vaccinated people unless they’re old or unhealthy.” They left that last part out. Now they’re saying they never said the vaccines would definitely prevent death, yet leftists are all over Twitter reviling people…for saying vaccines won’t definitely prevent death.

In Massachusetts, which should be typical, almost a third of the breakthrough deaths had no underlying conditions. Hmm. Is it okay to say that? Do you feel triggered?

Our laws used to say you could say anything that was true, without putting other people in physical danger, violating a court order, defrauding others, advocating the overthrow of the government, or revealing state secrets, with no fear of punishment. Now our nation is full of true idiots who think triggeration, by itself, is proof a criminal act has transpired.

I got vaccinated. I think there is a very good chance it will keep me from getting very sick. I know there is a somewhat smaller, but still very big, chance it won’t help at all, and that it may not prevent me from getting sick or dying. This is what the truth looks like. If it scares you, it may be because you haven’t seen the truth in a long time. You may no longer be accustomed to it.

Pestilence is caused by sin, not eating bats. The only way to get a pestilence to die prematurely is to pray and repent, openly. I think coronavirus will continue to frustrate modern medicine until God says we’ve had enough. I also think the press and the world’s governments will ignore Africa’s obvious miracle until the end of time.

Your Christmas is in a Container in Long Beach

I don’t want to depend on preachers, but I like seeing good ones at work, and they are few these days. T.B. Joshua is dead, hateful, intolerant lovers of sexual abomination got him removed from Youtube, and his church has been torn apart by selfish disciples. I still watch Mark Hemans, but he doesn’t seem to have any useful information about the times we live in. I watch an obscure Christian in Scotland, too.

Today I’m watching a man who calls himself Wiseman Daniel. He worked under T.B. Joshua, doing the same things Joshua did. He left and started his own church. Unlike some other people who started out at the Synagogue Church of all Nations, Daniel left on good terms, and I haven’t been able to find any stories about scandal or corruption.

I think Joshua is the one who put the title “Wiseman” on Daniel. He had more than one person at SCOAN who held that office.

I enjoy watching him. He goes up to people and tells them the secrets of their lives, and he helps them get out from under curses. This is what Jesus did. What percentage of preachers are doing it? I have never seen a preacher or other Christian at any of my churches do it.

I haven’t seen him ask for money or pimp the money gospel.

If you work miracles that help people, and if you free them from demons and curses, they are going to give you money or at least try. You don’t have to beg.

Today I learned a bit more about the shortages in America. China is now officially the biggest exporter of goods on Earth. One country, controlled by savages who are planning to go to war with us soon. That’s who has the most control over the flow of needed goods into our country. How about that?

About 40% of the cargo ships that enter the US go through Long Beach and Los Angeles. There are no viable substitute ports. California is a God-hating state controlled by delusional lovers of socialism and sodomy, and its officials can choke the rest of us off at will. Even if the Chinese behave, we still have to hope our enemies in California are merciful.

California has insane rules on the unloading of ships. They favor unions, and they won’t let independent truckers in. Biden is paying truckers to stay home and eat potato chips, and this makes things even worse. America’s waters are full of goods we need, but we can’t touch them. They’re like presents mommy put on top of the refrigerator until Christmas.

One of the worst ways to be cursed is to have what you need and be unable to use it. You can see this in the Bible. It refers to men who have wives only other men sleep with, for example. It’s God’s punishment for depriving him of our faithfulness. Here we are, able to choose God and live in fidelity with him, but we deprive him while we fornicate with evil spirits and the government.

America has oil, food, and all sorts of natural resources. We have a huge labor pool. We even have merchandise, a few miles offshore. We just can’t get decent access to any of these blessings. We cursed God and deprived him, so he returned the favor.

Here’s something God told me: the way God treats us is a reflection on us, not him.

You can read the Bible yourself and see that the above sentence is correct. It’s a principle expressed over and over in the Bible, in different ways.

We are not victims. We caused all our own problems. We are still causing them. We are provoking worse punishments, so the future will be more unpleasant than the present.

Biden says the shortages are good. He says they prove we’re prosperous. He says we are buying things up because we have money. Not true, and of course, he knows it. Affluence isn’t pushing gas to $4 per gallon. It’s not causing Chinese factories and coal mines to close. It’s not trapping cargo ships at anchorage or drying up supplies of things like beans and rice. It didn’t kill the wind that provided England with electricity.

Biden is a prodigious, unhesitant, and unrepentant liar, and he is probably lying because he doesn’t want to offend union bosses or the California politicians they own. Also, conventional wisdom says Americans will vote against an incumbent if they think our economy is bad, and Biden is aware of this.

In Zambia, they say, “America has no president.” That’s close to true.

The shortages haven’t hit very hard yet. What will Biden say when we’re back in July of 2020? “It’s great that people can’t buy eggs. Eggs are bad for you. Meat causes global warming. It’s high time we started eating less.”

It will be hard for leftists to put a positive spin on running out of fruits and vegetables. They practically worship them. They are, after all, the children of Cain.

I think America is a sinking ship, and it’s no fun being on a sinking ship, even if you know you’ll be rescued. You know you’ll have to watch most of your companions drown. I’ll take it, though. Jesus said we would always have the poor with us. We will also have the damned with us. Their numbers can be reduced, but they will always be in the majority. I’m glad I have an assurance I can be saved.

I believe Jesus is the white horseman of the apocalypse, and that horseman carries a bow, which is a weapon that can only be used against one person at a time. The white horseman can’t shoot a nation. He can only choose individuals.

In the Old Testament, God talked about nations a lot. This nation will prosper. That nation will starve. He even allowed a few Jewish priests to atone for the sins of all of Israel and Judea. The New Testament is different. It’s about individuals. Jesus said he would pit fathers against sons, for example. He will take one or two people out of a family and leave the rest to die in their rebellion and pride. He still works that way. One person in a house will be raptured. The rest, who fought with that person and thought him a fool, will wake up in the tribulation and start begging to die.

The red horseman is murder and war. One person can’t have a war, but two nations can. The black horseman is famine. One person can’t have a famine, but a nation can. The green horseman is pestilence. One person can’t have a plague, but a nation can.

The white horseman is a man of conquest, according to the Bible. Conquest is the capture of people or land that belongs to another leader. Satan is the god of this world, according to Jesus. People are born belonging to Satan. Every person who is saved is an object of conquest.

War isn’t always conquest. There have been wars in which neither side wanted to rule the other.

I expect rapturees to be like the folks who were recently airlifted out of Afghanistan. A few will leave this mess behind, and the rest, who rightfully belong here under Satan’s power, will remain on Earth.

The people who were taken from South Vietnam and Afghanistan were traitors, like Christians. They turned on the dominant factions in their countries and helped outsiders. Satan is the ruler of Earth, and real Christians are all guilty of treason. When Jesus takes us away, it will be to give us political asylum.

The vax and passport protests are hitting very unexpected places now. The Netherlands and Austria are involved. They’re protesting in Israel and Long Island; not exactly Trump territory. A city in Germany has banned unvaccinated people from grocery stores. Sound familiar?

And he causeth all, both small and great, rich and poor, free and bond, to receive a mark in their right hand, or in their foreheads:

And that no man might buy or sell, save he that had the mark, or the name of the beast, or the number of his name.

What is it that is telling people who don’t know God to resist mandates and passports? It’s not reason. It has to be supernatural.

I seriously believe the vax passports are going to evolve into the mark of the beast. Watching eager, broken-spirited people scan their passports into brand-new machines outside of ordinary office buildings is chilling. Soylent Green is here. Today. Suddenly. And this is just the sharp end of the nail. This is the trailer. The movie will be like Hollywood’s most sensational dreams of upheaval and despair.

I wonder when the shortages will become real to an America that doesn’t want to listen. People dismiss the news because they can still buy things. They treat the news as though it were coming from Alex Jones. It’s not, though. It’s the MSM. Even Biden has acknowledged that the problem exists.

Will God turn things around before Christmas and hold the black horseman back? If he did, it would just convince skeptics normal life was about to resume.

Worldly people are convinced global warming is real, in spite of overwhelming evidence that it’s either trivial or nonexistent, yet they expect shortages, hate, and disease to go away all by themselves in the near future, for no good reason.

I wish God would get it over with. It’s like squeezing a big, painful pimple that won’t burst. I would like to see an end to the tension and delusion. I don’t want to wish the tribulation on anyone, but most people are already doomed to experience it, and millions will presumably be saved once they feel its sting. I’m not wishing damnation on people.

I want out of this place. I want my wife out. I don’t want to have kids during this age. I don’t want to ever see a child of ours wearing a mask.

Hoorah for Australian Manhood

G’day.

I’m just reading about Australia. It’s really something. Australia has brutal lockdown, masking, social distancing, and vaccination policies that remind one of Australia’s BFF China, and while most Australians are docile, tamed subjects who go along with whatever the government says, thousands are protesting and being abused by the police.

An old lady in Melbourne is now famous because two male cops shoved her to the ground and fired a copious stream of pepper fluid into her face while she was on her back, helpless. Here in America, we have plenty of dangerous “protestors” who actually deserve treatment like this, but this is an old lady who was unarmed.

A cop also attacked a male protestor from behind while he was standing around talking to other officers. The victim was wearing headphones, so maybe he didn’t hear his brave attacker coming. He was slammed to the floor so his face struck hard enough to knock him out, and when he lost consciousness, he urinated all over the floor and bled abundantly.

The cops he was talking with were not very helpful when his assailant was approaching. Wonder why not.

Fortunately the brave police assailant had the presence of mind to handcuff the unconscious criminal before he received medical treatment.

Australian news outlets are putting out stories in which they seem to be gloating about the success the police have had in preventing protests. I could understand gloating about preventing Antifa-style nonsense, but government-worshiping Australians seem happy to see expression itself blocked. They seem to be a lot like Canadians, who have no problem with the RCMP arresting preachers and political pundits. The big difference is that Canadians proudly admit they’re whipped, while Australians pretend to be rugged individualists.

I am not in Australia, and I have not witnessed a protest in person, but based on videos and stories I’ve seen, it seems fair to say the protests in Australia really are protests, whereas most of the events we call protests in the US have actually been leftist riots motivated by wealth envy and anti-white animus. There has been a little protestor violence in Australia, along with some property damage, but they’re not burning neighborhoods or throwing Molotov cocktails at the police. They’re not carrying guns, because they don’t have them. They opened wide and let the government pull out their teeth.

The police working the protests are pretty violent. You can find a lot of footage of them tackling unarmed people whose only offense is running away. Groups of cops slam them onto pavement and grind them into it while they cuff them. It looks more like punishment than reasonable force.

The impression one gets is that many of the Australian police are motivated by sadism, not a desire to bring order. This is not an unusual thing with the police.

This morning, I had a revelation while I was thinking about something other than riots and protests. I was thinking about controlling people and sadism, and I realized you can never have such people without sadism. There aren’t many good words to describe control freaks. The best one I know is “bully.” That’s really what they are. A bully doesn’t just want to cause pain. He wants submission. He wants you to obey physically, and he will also insist you pretend you agree with him.

Forcing people to pretend to agree is one of the practices which is making the gender-confusion wars so unbearable. LGBetc. bullies can’t be content with peaceful coexistence. They have to bully you into lying, calling them what they falsely claim to be.

My dad was a bully, and one of the things that kept his violent sessions with my mother going until morning was his insistence that she say she agreed with him when she did not. He was not very violent with me, but he liked to try to force me to say things I didn’t think were true. Dealing with sexual-confusion abusers is like being abused by a spouse or husband, except the government and many employers take the abusers’ side and may fire or fine you for standing up for yourself.

The social giants are manned by bullies masquerading as tormented ethicists.

This morning I realized there are no controlling people who aren’t sadists. Bullies have the ungrounded feeling that other people have a duty to obey them, and when people resist, the primary thing that infuriates bullies is the disobedience, not the actions employed in resistance. If you resist a crooked cop by punching him in the belly, it’s not the punch that makes him shatter your orbital with a baton. It’s the temerity; the thought that you have the right to say no to him. It’s insulting.

This is why cops so often react violently to harmless words. You can get yourself arrested or beaten for calling a cop a dirty name, which is legal, or for saying something like, “I have a right to film you.” To an abuser, the manner of disobedience isn’t that important. The disobedience itself is infuriating.

My sister is a terrible bully. She always has to have someone defenseless to torment and humiliate in front of other people. We used to squabble, and eventually, I learned I didn’t have to hurt her or say anything cruel to torture her. I just had to say things she didn’t want to hear. I could fill her with rage by repeating, “You are not a victim,” or, “You cause all your own problems.” I shouldn’t have done that, even though I was just speaking the truth in calm tones. I didn’t say it primarily to inform her. I did it to make her suffer, and that was wrong. I let her provoke me.

To make a well-adjusted person angry, try to tell them what to do. To infuriate a bully, tell them they can’t tell you what to do.

Sadism is a big problem with cops, just as it is with abusive spouses, teachers, and bosses. Many people express sadism when they’re given authority. This is why so many cops beat their wives and kids as well as suspects and bystanders. Many people are drawn to the job by a desire to push other people around, so they are already sadists when they sign up, and the badge allows them to blossom.

Given my new understanding of the connection between controlling and sadism, I think it must be true that public officials all over the world are becoming more sadistic. Their overweening efforts to control coronavirus aren’t just driven by reason. They’re driven by a desire to hurt and humiliate–to break–people who resist. Their newly enhanced authority is going to their heads. This must be why HHS Secretary Becerra, an attorney with no scientific competence, called people who are against vaccination “flat-earthers,” which is a term of cruelty and contempt, not science.

We’ve all heard of the famous Stanford Prison Experiment in which volunteers were required to assume the roles of prisoners and guards. Even though it wasn’t real, some of the guards started abusing the prisoners. The experiment revealed something about human nature. Makes sense. That was its purpose. Some people have an inclination toward sadism, and power exposes it and encourages them to act on it.

Psychologists like to say the experiment is discredited, but no one has been allowed to replicate it and see if the conclusions are sound.

Politicians are controlling by nature. It’s unusual to want to be a politician if you don’t crave control over other people. It’s likely, then, that politicians are more prone to exhibit sadism than the rest of us, when conditions are right.

This is something to think about as the apocalypse and the coronavirus problem progress.

Australia has the population of Florida plus Oregon. Around 25 million. It’s a big, empty place. The current 7-day coronavirus new-case average in Australia is about 2300 per day. It’s going up, fast. Prior to this wave, the biggest peak was around 500 daily cases, and that peak was short-lived.

Zambia has 20 million people, a 2.2% vax rate, no remaining lockdowns, and very poor standards of masking and social distancing. Coronavirus is GONE in Zambia. The 7-day average is 23, and the wave that just ended peaked at about 2500, which is not bad for a maximum. Florida’s rate has been several times that high. I’ll bet Australia gets into Florida territory soon, if only because God hates hubris.

Two big differences between Zambia and Australia are that Zambia has not become a police state and Zambia doesn’t have a coronavirus epidemic. The only people you will see face-down in the street in Zambia are drunk. It makes me nervous to say it, because I don’t want to live in Africa, but I can see why it’s not unusual for white people to move to Zambia and become citizens. It must be wonderful to live in a Christian country instead of the USA, which is ground zero for the world’s anal-misadventure pandemic.

Zambian politicians have very limited motivation to become sadistic, because they have no epidemic to put them under pressure. That’s a tremendous blessing, but since Zambia’s government has called for prayer and repentance to end coronavirus, it shouldn’t surprise anyone that the disease has gone away there. Australians are like the British and most blue-state and urban Americans. They generally hate real Christianity, so they’re not getting Zambian results. Zambia is full of people of faith who experience things like miracles and prophecy.

I saw a sad and ludicrous article by a pro-government Australian. She said the protests were no big deal. As evidence, she said no protest had attracted more than a few thousand people. A few THOUSAND! Excuse me, but how many American riots have drawn that kind of crowd? When a thousand people show up to protest the government, it’s a major event.

I see pro-fascism apologists saying Australians are amused to see Americans talking about Australia’s troubles. They say we’re making things up in order to use them to prop up our Trumpian assertions about our own inner turmoil. They say Australians have been living blissfully, enjoying life while trapped in their homes or unable to travel more than 2 miles away or unable to visit neighboring states without government permits. Yes, I’m sure it’s been fun. Everywhere else in the world, people are miserable, and there is a huge global conversation about the suffering people have endured, but in a country with some of the most extreme and cowardly restrictions, everyone is enjoying confinement and wishing it had come sooner.

I saw something really crazy yesterday, and I wrote about it. Protests in Switzerland. New videos are still going up, so I watched. I have to say that coronavirus has managed to expose the one thing the Swiss are not good at: rioting.

They dress normally. By Swiss standards. They don’t wear hoods. Nothing is on fire. No one throws anything. I guess you don’t throw projectiles when there’s a good chance you’ll hit a large commercial building you own, debt-free.

Maybe my perception of the Swiss is off. I can imagine them rioting for MORE government control, but not less. After all, they have the most unbearable speed limits in Europe, even though their roads are potentially among the most fun to drive on. Switzerland is like hell for sports car owners. Only a people that loves being told what to do could live in a place like that.

“We demand earlier curfews! I was out past 8 p.m. last night! This is not right!” “My lawn is 12 centimeters high! The government must force me to end the scandal, or I shall go to bed without brushing my teeth!”

When people protest in Japan and Singapore, we’ll know the end is upon us.

I just took another hit of ivermectin, and I feel very good today. I think I’ll eat a big bowl of nuclear chili and then try to kill squirrels in my yard. I won’t wear a mask, and the police won’t come and grind my face into the lawn for being outdoors without permission. Maybe I’ll come back later and criticize homosexuality some more, while pouring out more material that surely qualifies as coronavirus misinformation. The last hours of America’s time of prosperity and liberty seem to be ticking away, but freedom feels good this afternoon.

Faith is the Enemy of Mother State

What planet did I wake up on today? I hope it’s Jesusworld, a planet secretly colonized by far-right Christians after they saw Der Spiegel’s famous bigoted, Hitler-worthy, persecution-inducing cartoon in 2004.

No, I guess it’s not. People on this world still hate each other.

Guess what’s happening now? The Swiss are rioting! The Swiss! The strongest, most disciplined, least disorderly people in Europe! What’s next? Rioting characters at Disney World? You can see why I wonder what planet I’m on.

Many of the Swiss don’t like vaccine passes.

Was I wrong to get vaccinated? I prayed about it and felt like I had the go-ahead, but a lot of people really hate the vaccines, and they’re not all idiots. It’s all over the planet, not that you would know from looking at American news outlets. Italy, Slovenia, France…real Trump strongholds. Not.

As I said in another post, I subscribed to a low-commentary Youtube channel called Ruptly, and suddenly, I started seeing videos of riots around the globe. Even Fox News isn’t airing this stuff. Conservatives are squelching it in America! Why is that? What’s the explanation?

One of the virtues of the Internet is that it allows us to find out what’s happening all over the world instead of confining ourselves to narrow views provided by media outlets in our own areas. One of the failings of the Internet is that it steers us away from websites outside our own countries, so we fail to take advantage of our ability to look outside our borders.

Google knows where you are, and for some reason, it pushes nearby websites into your results and puts far-off sites way down in the listings. If you want to know what’s really out there, you need to dig.

There are sites called Liveleak and Dailymotion that have provided glimpses at hard-to-find news. Dailymotion seems to have dried up, but you can still find things on Liveleak. Back when Iraq was on fire, you could go and see terrorists being blown apart by .50 BMG rounds, and you could also see our own soldiers dying. The MSM didn’t publish such things.

To watch American news videos, you would think everyone except a few Trump nuts was in love with the vaccines and with restrictive, draconian “passports.” Not true at all.

Ruptly is supposedly controlled by the Russians, but it’s posting real news stories that clearly need attention, with less bias than the MSM.

So what’s the explanation for the vaccine fears? It can’t be rational. When trying to explain trends in human behavior, you should always consider rational explanations last.

Do people think the shots are the mark of the beast? No. Not generally. Let’s face it; Christianity is nearly dead in Europe. The Swiss aren’t going to go out and riot for Jesus. Do people think the shots are dangerous? Could be, because that belief does not have a rational basis. The evidence suggests they’re somewhat helpful and very safe. Maybe they are dangerous, but science hasn’t said so yet.

My best guess is that Satan is setting us up for the mark, and many people, even though they don’t hear from God, are receiving supernatural information that makes the shots troubling to them. The shots are not the mark, but they are definitely being used to train people to accept the mark when it comes, just as our useless masks and lockdowns were used. Maybe people know something is wrong, but because they’re not fully in tune with God, they don’t know what it is, so they make up explanations.

Are the passports the mark? Not yet, but it wouldn’t surprise me if they were eventually standardized around the world and turned into the mark.

People who don’t know God are terrified of coronavirus and death. As noncitizens of Jesusland, they are enraged when they see anyone defying any rule which is alleged to make them safer. It may be safe to say that they hate freedom activists more than Christians and Jews right now, which is saying a lot.

Based on their vicious remarks and actions, I don’t think it’s an exaggeration to say that people who are suffering from covidphobia will be willing to impoverish, injure, imprison, and kill individuals who refuse to give up their freedom. Many of them are already saying things that rival the threats and sick aspirations of the Nazis, Communists, and jihadis.

Last night, I watched a Youtube video I made about my dad’s conversion and death. I don’t know why I felt compelled to watch. It had a powerful effect on me, because I had forgotten a lot of the things I mentioned in the video. My dad’s conversion was miraculous, and his death was peaceful. When I got to him, he looked like a wax figure, he was cold, and I could see his bones through his skin. As I prayed with him, he got warm, his skin turned pink, his breathing became quiet instead of rattling, and he relaxed. We listened to Derek Prince, and when my dad died, it was so subtle, I had to call someone to confirm it.

I was ready for him to go, and I got to tell him all the things that needed to be said. We had perfect closure.

My friend Mike was running a hospice in the Boston area, and my friend Freddly had been a certified nursing assistant for years. They had been involved with many deaths, and Freddly had witnessed something like 200 in the Miami area. They both told me almost no one dies like my dad. They die terrified. They often die screaming. Freddly said she had only seen two peaceful deaths!

The people they were talking about died outside the borders of Jesusland. That’s the only explanation. They weren’t believers. Freddly saw a lot of Jews die, and the rest of the patients were almost certainly Cubans. Cubans tend to be nominal Catholics who dabble in voodoo. They have nearly no interest in Christianity. They are a tiny presence in real churches, and they love corruption and money. Massachusetts is a Christianity desert. It makes sense that people in these areas would die badly. People who have witnessed deaths in India say it goes the same way.

My mother died peacefully in Miami, but she was a Christian. I haven’t had the misfortune of witnessing a fitful death yet.

The Jesusland cartoon is a reminder that there are two realities here on Earth. It was intended to be an insult, but it is based in truth. The Earth I live on is not like the Earth people like Jim Carrey and Howard Stern live on. The Spirit of Holiness is with me every day, and I am not afraid of death because I look forward to heaven. I am not surprised by miracles. I expect them and receive them. I am not afraid of innocence and openness, and I am glad to be shedding cynicism and anger.

I don’t care if every vaccine shot disappears tomorrow and Satan sends us a new plague that can dig through concrete. I don’t care whether other people wear masks or get shots. I’m old. Even if I live to be 150, I’m going to die relatively soon, given that I expect eternal life in heaven. I accept it. I hope to go to a better place, where everyone loves each other and disease can’t exist. I’m not sitting at Starbucks popping antacid pills, double-masking, smoking prescription weed to calm my nerves, and wishing people who love freedom dead.

While I’m infuriating people by refusing to panic about coronavirus, I might as well admit I took ivermectin again yesterday. Something started happening in my nose, so I took a dose. I woke up today feeling fantastic and breathing freely. It was wonderful. I was full of my usual energy, which I believe is the joy of God.

Was it the ivermectin? Wish I had the answer.

Maybe I’ll continue for another 3 days.

I love having my strength and enthusiasm back. Even while I was sick, I felt about as good as I did when I was young, but over the last couple of years, I’ve felt much, much better than I did as a young man, so feeling the way I did in my twenties was not something to be happy about.

I have doxycycline, which is another drug which has supposedly been found to have antiviral properties. Should I take it? If I go to a doctor, they will give me nothing. I can’t say that wouldn’t be a good strategy, though. Maybe it’s the best plan. I’m about as sick as someone who has short episodes of mild hay fever.

If the apocalypse is here, something has to happen to make mindless obedience to the government even more automatic than it is now. Coronavirus has to produce a nasty mutation, a new disease has to show up, something has to destroy crops…we’re not under enough pressure now to make people take the mark. Whatever happens has to increase hatred between people who submit out of fear and people who defy out of love of freedom. Disease looks like the best bet. It works very well. It destroys the public’s access to the truth. It promotes ruthlessness and selfishness. It produces a remarkable synergy of factors that lead to control and submission, and it generates white-hot rage among the fearful who don’t know Christ. There is nothing they will not do to the rest of us if they think it might keep them alive.

Experiencing Horseness

I am manspreading as I write this.

This morning, I felt it was important to come back with more inconclusive, ignorance-based, homophobic, anecdotal evidence concerning my favorite horse medication: ivermectin.

About 24 days ago, in Turkey, I got what gastroenterologists refer to as “the squirts.” I also had nausea. This lasted a few hours. I developed a sore throat and sinusitis, and while the throat problem didn’t last long, the sinusitis is still with me. I also had a couple of days during which my joints hurt every time they took an impact. For quite a while, I had to remove big collections of large, hard objects from my nostrils several times daily, and after that, things tapered off to a mildly runny nose and a general reduction in energy.

Some days are better than others. For about two weeks, I’ve barely been sick at all, but I miss my energy. Usually my energy is at 120%, and it has been more like 90% most days.

Last night, I felt pretty good, but late in the evening, I started having to blow my nose, and I felt like I was on the downward slope again. The thing that really annoyed me was that I could barely taste dinner. It was as though I had been sucking on galvanized nails for a week, and I was trying to taste the food through the zinc.

I had not been sucking on galvanized nails, by the way. I want to stress that. I did take some zinc, but I washed it down as quickly as I could. Don’t suck on nails. I don’t know if anyone is recommending it, but I am against it.

I reached for the ivermectin.

I hadn’t had a big dose in days. I hadn’t felt very bad, and I didn’t know if it was a bright idea to far exceed the usual therapeutic dosing schedule for a patient without hooves. I had decided to let things run their course, but last night I was a little fed up.

I took an amount of horse paste which contained something approximating 12 milligrams of the backward, white supremacist remedy. I swooned briefly, and while I was out, I saw Nathan Bedford Forrest hovering over me, riding Mr. Ed. He said, “You will recover, boy. You still have much work to do, marginalizing disadvantaged peoples and misgendering Hollywood’s anointed. Now give Ed here a squirt of that miracle juice. He’s feeling puny.”

While he was talking, an apparition resembling Jamie Foxx rode in on a horse made by Boston Dynamics and started beating him with a unisex purse. Then the Dukes of Hazzard rolled up in the still-beflagged General Lee, wearing Viking helmets. Nancy Pelosi ran into the scene, carrying St. Fauci like the smirking devil baby in The Passion of the Christ, and well, after that, everything is a blur.

When I came to, lying on the king-size MAGA Afghan I crocheted last fall from wool sheared from genetically modified sheep which were eventually eaten by Steve Bannon, I knew everything was going to be fine.

It’s possible everything I just wrote is untrue, even though I’m not a journalist or famous government doctor.

Anyway, when I got up today, I felt great, but I was curious about something. I had to find out. I went and grabbed a piece of a chocolate bar I had left in the fridge. I could taste it! I ate the rest of it.

I had to be sure. It was for science.

My energy is like 105%, and I feel very good. This is the third time I have had a quick, decisive improvement after taking this discredited, highly toxic, racist, snowflake-triggering, cisgender drug, which has not been proven to not contain xenomorph DNA.

Does it mean it did anything? Of course, I do not know. But for the rest of my life, I am going to take ivermectin whenever I have a viral problem. It might be doing something, and like I always say, the placebo effect is better than no effect at all.

Maybe I have coronavirus, and my negative tests are wrong. Maybe the tests are right and the drug is still making me feel better. Web sources claim ivermectin’s antiviral activity is not limited to coronavirus, so for all I know, it’s helping me with something else. Whatever I have, I am eager to be free of the niggling symptoms that hang on like discredited leftist canards about George Bush. Who didn’t lie about weapons of mass destruction.

The great thing about coronavirus is that it’s like global warming. No one knows the truth, but everyone feels entitled to hate and plot to kill people who disagree with their special, unsupported view of things.

I’m in a great position, because everyone gets to hate me. I say vaccines aren’t the mark of the beast and don’t contain microchips, and I say they seem to work, so conservatives can hate me. I say masks don’t work, the vaccines could be dangerous, and ivermectin seems to help, and I keep pointing out that coronavirus is hitting full-compliance areas hard while near-zero-compliance Zambia is essentially coronavirus-free, so leftists can hate me.

I was capitalizing “Mark of the Beast” yesterday, because there is only one mark, but the Bible doesn’t capitalize it, so I quit today. Maybe I’ll start doing it again. I don’t know.

Hate me, hate me, hate me. Treat yourself. Don’t be left out. You can’t make me feel bad, and if you get within 500 yards of my house, I can kill you and all your friends without walking outside or using up even 1% of my hoarded ammunition, so you can’t scare me. Enjoy looking down on me and wishing me dead. After blogging as a conservative for 19 years and being driven out of two churches, I am used to it.

Of course, you should not hate me, and I am not planning to shoot anyone. I’m just joking because ivermectin and hot chocolate have left me feeling euphoric. Let’s say 110%.

Continuing in my usual end-time-ivermectin-warming-denier-Bible-clinger mansplaining mode, let me discuss the apocalypse.

Last night, I saw Perry Stone talking about the seven seals of the Revelation. In case you haven’t memorized the Bible, a scroll will appear in heaven, and it will have seven seals on it. Jesus will open the seals one at a time, and every time a seal is opened, an apocalyptic stage will begin.

Each of the first four seals releases a horseman of the apocalypse. The first horse is white, with a crown, and he goes out “to conquer.” Then we get a red horse, a black horse, and a greenish horse, and they represent murder, lack, and death by disease and animal attacks and so on. I may have the order wrong.

I think the white horseman is Jesus. First of all, the horse is white, and everyone who claims to have seen God says God is bathed in white light, to such an extent that his hair looks whiter than bleached wool. Also, the white horseman is the only one with a crown, and he is sent out to conquer, which would appear to duplicate the purpose of the red horseman if his intentions were evil. The red horseman brings war, which is how conquest is done. It seems to me that it makes no sense to have two evil horsemen who do the same thing.

Later in the Revelation, Jesus appears again as a rider on a white horse, wearing a crown.

Stone has a couple of objections to my beliefs.

First, he thinks the tribulation has to be in full swing when the horsemen show up. I disagree. If you look at the seals, you will see that things don’t get really bad until number 6 is opened. In fact, 7 is the killer. My impression is that the problems of seals one through 4 can begin before the actual tribulation occurs. They represent stages of the apocalypse, but the apocalypse is not the tribulation. The tribulation is part of the apocalypse. The apocalypse is the entire set of end-time events, from the time the world becomes permanently changed until the end of the millennium.

The word “tribulation” refers to very bad times during which people will feel like bits of grain being crushed between a steel spike on a tribulum and a stone floor. We don’t see those things happening in the present, and we also don’t see them in the Revelation while the first 4 seals are being opened. The tribulation is called the day of God’s wrath, and it isn’t until seal 6 is removed that the Revelation says the day of his wrath has arrived.

It seems pretty clear that the TRIBULATION starts when seal 6 is opened, long after the APOCALYPSE has started.

Second objection: the white horseman wears a crown or crowns in Revelation 6 and Revelation 19, but the Greek is different. Later on, John uses the word “diadema,” which means the sort of crown a king wears. In Revelation 6, he uses the world “stefanos,” which can mean a leafed thing a triumphant athlete would wear. It’s not always a crown of royalty.

Problem for Stone: in Revelation 14, Jesus appears wearing a golden stefanos. That pretty much obliterates Stone’s objection. It’s surprising he hasn’t noticed, because he spends his whole life buried in his library.

Jesus doesn’t always wear the same crown, as the Romans who crucified him could tell you.

The first white horseman carries a bow, which would be consistent with the mission of Jesus. The other three deal with the masses. War, famine, and disease hit nations, not individuals. A bow can only strike one person at a time, just as the Holy Spirit does. Jesus chooses individuals out of families and nations. He doesn’t sweep entire countries into the fold.

Of course, I could be wrong, but Stone is definitely wrong about the crown and the beginning of the tribulation.

Stone believes in a pre-tribulation rapture, and so do I. His belief probably biases him against believing the horsemen have been released, because he thinks their release indicates the start of the tribulation. If they have been released, in Stone’s mind, the tribulation has started. We are still here, so if the horsemen are here, how can there be a pre-tribulation rapture? If, however, the tribulation starts with seal 6, then the horsemen can cause trouble before the rapture without wrecking the pre-tribulation theory.

Stone also says the first white horseman can’t be Jesus because Jesus is in heaven during the tribulation, and the horseman is on Earth. That’s a very weird belief. Jesus has visited me twice, and I have been on Earth all my life. I’m not alone. He visits people all the time. He visited my wife. He visited my last pastor’s father. In fact, in the gospels, he promised he would visit each of us. Also, the Bible says he is the one who baptizes with the Holy Spirit, and people are baptized with the Holy Spirit on Earth.

Stone thinks people are too upset about the disasters and problems we are seeing. He says there have been disasters before. But were they like the ones we have now?

1. Were they global? Generally, no. For example, the Black Death never reached the Americas. The smallpox epidemics that wiped out American Indians didn’t hurt the Old World.

2. Did they combine hatred, lack, and disease? No. The Spanish flu didn’t make us want to kill each other. The Black Death brought revival and incredible prosperity; look it up. It made tens of millions financially prosperous for the first time. The present day combines disease, lack, and irrational division and hatred on a global scale. When has that happened before? And we are seeing worldwide shortages that are extremely serious and completely unrelated to coronavirus.

3. Did they come at a time when the world’s last great Christian nation had turned away from Jesus, decisively, leaving no remaining haven for God’s persecuted children? No.

4. Did they come right after the sudden restoration of the nation of Israel? No.

5. Did they come during times when complete surveillance and the destruction of free will were right around the corner due to improvements in technology? No.

There has never been a time like the present. Comparing it to eras even as recent as 20 years ago is silly.

There have only been two previous pandemics. I mean real pandemics. No one talks about that. The first was the plague pandemic of 1855, which gets an asterisk because it did not amount to much in many places, and the second was the Spanish flu.

Syphilis and AIDS have been called pandemics, but are they? Syphilis and AIDS don’t affect that many people, and they are hard to catch. Statistics show that if it weren’t for anal sex between homosexual men, AIDS would have nearly disappeared by now. If I were the only person on Earth who did not have AIDS, I would still almost certainly escape infection until I died from some other cause.

You could call the common cold a pandemic if you were really determined. It’s global, all the time. But it’s not serious. You could call herpes or papillomavirus pandemics, but they haven’t put us in masks or caused us to close borders. Maybe we should call our yearly flu outbreaks pandemics, but we take them in stride, and they are not considered disasters.

A real pandemic reaches every continent and causes very serious problems. A pandemic that leaves a hemisphere untouched is a contradiction in terms.

Stone is wrong when he tells us things aren’t that bad now. We are facing extraordinary, unprecedented problems, and we don’t have a reasonable expectation that currently known responses will end them. We have no idea when or if we will be able to fix things.

The troubles of the apocalypse are supernatural in origin, and one of the symptoms of supernatural opposition is an epidemic of stupid decisions. When spirits get to work on people who don’t commune with the Spirit of Holiness every day, those people, who may be otherwise competent, do very stupid things that make their lives worse.

We’ve made a lot of stupid decisions with regard to coronavirus and many other things. We treated the entire population as though it were at risk instead of focusing on the old, the fat, and the sick, as we should have. We destroyed the American work ethic through systematic handouts that caused labor shortages. We elected a senile buffoon who helped create an artificial energy crisis while we were sitting on oceans of oil. A good percentage of us decided panty-wearing men with fetishes were women, and we became firmly convinced that the human anus is a sexual organ. We chose to promote sexual perversion and even to force it on Christian nations at a time when God was clearly not pleased with us.

People are not naturally as stupid as we now seem. We need help to be this stupid. It comes from spirits that talk to us day and night. We should have a constant connection to the Spirit of Holiness, but he’s unfashionable, so substitute deities take his place and convince us to destroy ourselves so Satan doesn’t have to exert himself.

We’re all like teenagers. When your teenager eats a Tide pod or lets a friend with an IQ of 85 give her a genital piercing with a dirty needle, it’s always because she was listening to an idiot instead of her father. The Spirit of Holiness is supposed to instruct us all day. Instead, we listen to morons via Facebook, Tiktok, CNN, and the entertainment industry. We have chosen to be fatherless. Fathers are extremely important. Moreso than mothers. Kids without mothers are much less likely than fatherless kids to be poor or end up in prison.

The other day, I found two dead mice in my traps. I thought about the work of killing and disposing of them, and I thought, “Boy, it would be great if I could get them to kill each other.” If mice were people, I could do it easily. Satan has done it. Mice aren’t as susceptible to disinformation and delusion as we are.

If mice were like people, right now, male mice would be ignoring females and raping each other all day, female mice would be eating their young and feeling empowered because of it, and herds of mice would be assembling in armies and tearing each other to pieces for no good reason. It would be wonderful, apart from the raping.

I could copy Tiktok. Instead of the Tide pod challenge, I’d dare the mice to take the mouse trap challenge, the rat poison challenge, and the slap-the-cat challenge.

I think the four horsemen are loose. Come back and correct me in three months if coronavirus is gone and the world has regained its sanity.

I think my use of the term “regained” is generous.

Plus: How Zambia Ended the Coronavirus Epidemic Ahead of the USA by Doing Nothing

I am a big fan of Perry Stone, the evangelist, but I have learned that he has limitations. He’s great when it comes to putting together the hidden order of the Bible. He sees connections God doesn’t seem to show anyone else. He also promotes Christianity as the supernatural experience it is, complete with miracles and prophecy. On the other hand, he hangs around with money preachers, and he has sunk so low in that regard, he has made repeat appearances with Steve Munsey, a disgraced fraud who teaches lies in order to make himself rich so he can live out his covetous white trash fantasies.

Stone also got in trouble for his behavior with female employees, and that seems to indicate that his relationship with God has hit some bumps. He always talks about the long hours he works. That must be the problem. You have to spend long hours in prayer in order to stay on course. You can’t serve two masters well.

Stone just put up an interesting video. He says he woke up and heard the words, “Their table shall become a snare to them,” referring to Biden and his cronies. Then he quoted Psalm 69, which you should read now. It’s a Messianic psalm, about the Jews who rejected Yeshua. It’s about the cruelty of the crucifixion. It also shows how the enemies of God would go on to persecute God’s children. Stone thinks it’s about David, but that’s not the fundamental meaning.

A person like Biden can’t have colleagues or associates. Just cronies. He’s a career crony, himself.

Stone thinks the word he heard was about Biden underlings who were plotting against us. That sounds likely.

I don’t always pay attention to alleged supernatural utterances, but Stone said something that makes me think this one was genuine. He said it happened when he was neither asleep nor awake.

I have found that visions and audible voices tend to come when I’m waking up or falling asleep. Somehow, the supernatural world is more perceptible at such times. It may be that even demon worshipers have noticed it. The famous witch doctor, Carlos Castaneda, said something that has stuck with me: “The twilight is the crack between the worlds.” I have wondered whether he was referring to the kind of phenomena I have experienced.

I just read that the relationship between Luke Skywalker and Yoda the hairless feral cat, AKA the Grinch’s baby, was inspired by Castaneda’s works. I quit watching anything related to Star Wars because of the occult content, and now I see I was right to do it, although the bad writing would also have been a good reason.

Who is “they,” in reference to the voice Stone heard? Biden and his cronies? Does it include the American people, who are 100% responsible for every evil the Biden regime does? Maybe it’s just people in America who don’t belong to God.

Stone says a table can represent a place where people eat, or it can be a place where people meet to do business. I don’t recall any references in the Bible where a table was a meeting place, like King Arthur’s Round Table or the Algonquin Round Table, or Fonzie’s table at Arnold’s Restaurant. Maybe I’ve missed some things.

Psalm 23 says, “Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies,” clearly referring to a place where a person is fed. Another psalm says the children of the blessed will be like olive plants round about his table, and that has to mean a dining table.

It seems to me that the most likely meaning of Stone’s manifestation is that Biden and his pals will go to a table to butcher and eat God’s sheep through predatory legislation and executive action, and it will backfire on them. Whether or not this is what the words meant, they are definitely meeting to plot against us and consume us.

In the Bible, snares often trap the people who set them. The Bible says the wicked are caught in the pit they dig. A psalmist asks God to cause the wicked to fall into their own nets while he escapes. The crucifixion was intended to destroy Jesus, but it saved billions of people, dethroned and humiliated Satan, and cemented Jesus’ position as the ruler of heaven and Earth.

Psalm 9 says this: “The heathen (“goyim,” or “non-Jewish nations”) are sunk down in the pit that they made: in the net which they hid is their own foot taken.” Christians are not Jews, but in the current age, real Christians share in their persecution.

Here’s an important question: who did Perry Stone hear? God? An angel sent by God? A demon trying to mislead him and his followers?

I heard a demon a year or two ago. I was sleeping fitfully because of stress, and as I woke up, I heard a snotty female voice say, “See you again soon.” A few days ago, my wife woke up and heard, “October 26th.” We don’t know who that was. A few days ago, she heard a male voice complaining about the continued availability of videos from T.B. Joshua, an evangelist who died in June. The voice asked why videos from a “f___ing dead guy” were still being watched. It was obviously not the voice of God. Rhodah believes she heard an evil spirit yelling at other evil spirits.

Joshua was removed from Youtube because a group of sexual deviants was offended by a video in which he cast out demons of sexual perversion. Not long after, he died suddenly.

My wife wonders whether October 26th is the date of the rapture. Anything is possible. The date was concealed in the time of Jesus, and for all we know, it may not be revealed until the event is underway, but there is no scripture that says God can’t disclose it earlier.

On the other hand, what if Satan wants my wife and me to think October 26th is the big day, so we run around making fools of ourselves, claiming we know the date and laying the groundwork for people to mock God and Christians?

What if it’s about something else? Maybe Satan wants to harm me or Rhodah on the 26th.

Satan can’t predict the future. He has no idea what’s going to happen on October 26th. He isn’t omniscient. He probably gets much of his news from the Internet, like everyone else. That wouldn’t prevent him from making things up, though. If it weren’t for lies, he would have precious little to say.

I still have a little sinusitis, and food tastes odd. What if I have coronavirus, and Satan wants us to think I’m going to die on October 26th?

He is the false god of a burning septic tank which stinks partly because of his presence. He is always sending bogus messages upstairs because hate is all he has.

According to the Bible, Satan will be “canceled.” He has done a great job, removing conservatives and Christians from the public eye and ear, and the same thing will be done to him. He’s just doing what God is going to do to him shortly. After 7 years of tribulation, God will flick him into the pit as you and I might flick a cockroach off a toilet seat and into the bowl, and Satan will be deplatformed for a whole millennium. Assuming President Trump is saved, this may well be the sweetest revenge a human being has ever had. There will be a short war at the end of the millennium, and after that, Satan will burn forever, far away, unseen and unheard.

I am not a big fan of suffering, but death does not scare me at all. It means I get to drop this failing sack of meat for good, along with my reading glasses. It means I get to swim in a sea of love forever, surrounded by people who believe exactly what I do and who think I’m great. Life in the supernatural realm should be a reward, not a punishment. For me, I mean, if I manage not to blow it. For Satan, it’s humiliation and failure, to be followed by agony and obscurity.

If I were going to die from COVID-19, I would want to have a sudden heart attack or stroke, not days or weeks of gasping for breath. I’m not placing an order, you understand. But even an unpleasant illness would be temporary and eventually forgotten, and life in heaven will be eternal.

We don’t know what “October 26th” was supposed to mean, though, and even if it were a threat, it would have come from someone who can’t deliver.

If I had to guess, I would say the message Stone heard came from God, and it means the people who voted against Trump and want to see conservatives, Christians, men, and Caucasians tormented and disempowered will end up suffering the fate they intended for God’s elect. Isn’t that how leftism always works? People who serve the devil try to stick it to the man, and they end up sticking it to themselves. When Lenin and Stalin had their great successes in 1917, I doubt either of them said, “This will lead to a glorious future of poverty, famine, embarrassment, subordination to the West, and terror for all!” That’s exactly what happened, however.

If the czar and his family hadn’t been murdered by leftists, Russia would have evolved quickly, and it would probably have ended up about like England or Canada, only much richer. That would have been wonderful compared to the horror of the successes of socialism. Maybe a strong Russia would have intimidated Hitler and prevented World War Two. Instead, a weak, evil Russia allied itself with Germany and invaded Poland, and in the following years, the bodies of Russians killed by Russia’s former ally piled up.

No one seems to know Russia invaded Poland with Germany. Remarkable. I get tired of hearing people claim Russia deserves more credit than the USA for ending the war in Europe. What if the USSR hadn’t helped Hitler start the war?

Satan lives in a basement, not to mention abasement, and the Romanovs were massacred in a basement. I wonder if that was a message.

If God gave Perry Stone a message, is it really news? It shouldn’t be. Christians who aren’t completely ignorant know leftism is of the devil, and they know Biden is a punishment inflicted on a nation that deserves him. They know God rewards the enemies of his children.

I guess it’s not a big story.

Final, unrelated note: Zambia’s coronavirus epidemic is OVER. It’s done. Almost no one is coming down with coronavirus, and this is AFTER enduring the spike every other country has seen. The current vaccination rate is 2.2%, and Zambians do a terrible job of masking and social distancing.

Zambia’s constitution says Zambia is a Christian nation, and homosexual acts are barred by law there. Meanwhile, the USA is putting up pro-sodomy flags at its embassies and coercing African nations to sin and insult God in exchange for aid.

While all this is happening, high-vax, leftist-controlled places like Minnesota, Hawaii, Massachusetts, and Israel are still getting hit hard.

Tell me again about THE SCIENCE.

The Apocalypse is Best Viewed from a Comfy Couch

Shortages, hatred, and pestilence. You should never forget those three words. If the end is really near, these will be the predominant factors that affect our daily lives.

There is a new shortage, and like a surprising number of other shortages, it’s not directly related to coronavirus. China is short of energy.

The Chinese Communist Party is purely evil, and none of its leaders are men. They’re more like pigs in man suits. They have no guts and no souls, and they are completely devoid of normal human empathy. They are half-men. They’re obsessed with economic dominance, the expansion of China’s territory, controlling the behavior of other countries, and saving face.

It’s amazing that entire countries in the East are crippled by institutionalized insecurity; the drive to save face may well be the main reason the West has consistently humbled the East throughout history. It makes nations weak and silly.

There were inquiries into the origins of COVID-19, and in 2020, Australia arrived at an official position, which was that more investigation was needed. China is Australia’s biggest trading partner, and China, which doesn’t have to comply with pesky pollution standards that cripple the USA, has been a big buyer of Australian coal. In a fit of stupidity, the CCP decided to punish Australia with a coal ban. The CCP doesn’t want anyone investigating the gain-of-function research that clearly took place in Wuhan, contrary to St. Fauci’s lies.

Australia folded, right? Not exactly. India bought the coal, and now China has power blackouts. Factories are closed, and there are concerns about providing heat to homes this winter. China has coal mines, but a summer of flooding has cut their production.

Australian journalists are openly ridiculing China on TV, like this is the greatest thing they’ve ever seen.

If factories close in China, it becomes hard for America to buy stuff. We decided to slice out our own hamstrings, kill our own factories, put Americans out of work, and make China the world’s leading manufacturer, and it’s working. When you go into Wal-Mart, half of what you see came from China. When China can’t manufacture, shelves go bare in America. Australia’s joy is our pain, sort of like when they exported Susan Powter to America.

Wind farms in England aren’t working because, amazingly, it turns out wind isn’t a reliable source of energy. Who could have seen that coming? I just assumed the wind blew hard every day, everywhere. So while China is scrambling to fill its needs, the UK is also desperate. Over here, Obama killed our coal industry, and Biden is killing the oil industry, so gas prices and prices for furnace oil are going nuts. Here’s the cherry on top: climate scientists expect a very cold winter.

The apocalypse is a perfect storm composed of smaller perfect storms. Coronavirus explains some of our problems, but other factors are piling on.

It looks like air travel is going to be screwed up for a while. Biden decided it would be a good idea to force all airline pilots to accept vaccination, and it didn’t go over well. Have you read about Southwest Airlines? They’re canceling flight after flight. They can’t get pilots to fly, and they’re lying about it, pretending other things are impeding them.

I read about one lady who got 6 cancellations in a row. Imagine that. They cancel your flight. You wait for the flight they provide as a substitute. They cancel that. You wait again. Think how tired, dirty, and broke you would be after six cancellations.

Airports are set up for short waits, not overnight stays. They generally don’t provide beds or showers, they don’t do laundry, the food is bad and overpriced, and there is no privacy. The furniture is made uncomfortable in order to keep people from sleeping on it, and sleeping on the floor can get you in trouble. It’s like a punishment designed to make POW’s talk.

And you have to wear an uncomfortable, ineffective mask the whole time.

When I think of shortages, I think of shortages of things, not services, but I guess I didn’t see the whole picture.

Add in our government’s suicidal insistence on paying people not to work, and you see that it’s remarkable anyone is able to buy anything.

Even though I’m sitting in a room full of ammunition and I own a MAGA hat, I don’t understand the resistance to vaccination. What a strange story.

First, leftists resisted. All sorts of pundits and celebrities–leftists–said they would never trust the vaccines because Trump was the primary force in their creation. Trump busted his butt getting us vaccines in 2020, it was one of his many huge triumphs, and pinch-faced leftists wanted him to fail. They said the vaccines were not safe. Then conservatives started saying the vaccines were the Mark of the Beast or that they contained microchips. Somehow, resistance to vaccination, which the left used to own, is now considered to be a conservative phenomenon. This perception feeds into the hysterical hatred of Christians, whites, and conservatives.

If you don’t know what’s happening in the world, you would think the previous paragraph summed everything up, but that’s not even close to true. Vaccination resistance is a worldwide craze. They’re rioting in Europe and Australia. Blacks in Africa are saying the shots were created to make black men sterile. If that’s what they think, I wonder why they’re not lining up to get them.

I resisted the mRNA shots because I felt there were supernatural risks in messing with my DNA, and I was skeptical of claims these shots wouldn’t affect it. Then the conventional vaccine from Johnson & Johnson came out, and I took it early, figuring it probably wasn’t any worse than the vaccines I had taken for measles, mumps, rubella, polio, smallpox, tetanus, the flu, diphtheria, and whooping cough.

I like to consider myself a fairly ardent flat-earthing bitter clinger, but I must say, there are millions of people all over the world–right-wing, leftist, and apolitical–who are putting me in the shade. I feel eclipsed. Even I am starting to wonder what’s wrong with the never-vaxxers.

I have subscribed to a Youtube channel called Ruptly. It seems to be the white buffalo everyone is looking for: a news channel without bias. They post a lot of videos without much commentary. They’ve published a lot of videos of people in foreign countries fighting with the police over masks, lockdowns, and vaccines. If it weren’t for Ruptly, I wouldn’t know what was happening.

I guess they’re all Trump supporters!

What will Biden do as things get worse? My guess: more sedative checks. That’s my new name for them. Most people call them stimulus checks, but they’re not stimulating anyone. They’re sedating them so they sit at home. Biden will send out checks because he has no spine and knows he has to dance and kiss our ears if he wants us to reelect him. As a career hack, he cares about nothing but himself and his sorry, unsalvageable legacy, so he will do anything to avoid being a one-termer. I doubt he has confronted the high likelihood that dementia will put an end to his two-term plan.

I expect Biden to continue doing whatever can be done to make the shortages worse. He is hopelessly inept, and he is in the grip of spirits that know exactly how to exacerbate lack. I think they will continue working through other world leaders as well.

Americans and others will probably start bartering, trading things they don’t need. Then the supply of things to barter will drop off as bartered items wear out and have to be discarded. Then America will start looking a lot like Egypt, India, and other places where people have to make do with old junk.

One More Appalling Threshold

I’m still not over gay Superman.

Ever since I heard about DC’s new Superman’s status as the sort of superhero who lets other men use his tortured orifices for sexual pleasure, I have been texting people, groaning aloud, and complaining to Marvin. How can you respect a superhero who has to have another man get off his back before saving you?

In remarkably timely related news, it looks like archaologists have found Sodom. I don’t mean Christian archaeologists with high school educations. I mean secular archaeologists who rely on traditional scientific methods.

In southern Jordan, to the northeast of the Dead Sea, there is a tel. A tel is a mound where a settlement used to be. The tel is named Tall el Hammam. Scientists have been working it over for a long time. They now say they believe it was bigger and more important than Jerusalem in its time, and they believe it was blown apart and melted in around 1650 BC, putting it in the temporal ballpark with the destruction of Sodom.

Their theory is that a meteor exploded above it, because the city got so hot, there is no other natural explanation. Clay and stone melted. The people of the Bronze Age couldn’t create that kind of heat.

I don’t know why the Bronze Age was called the Bronze Age, when steel was already being produced, but then I am to historians what Joy Behar is to political scientists.

Meteors are interesting because go off like bombs even though they’re made of things that aren’t explosive. They move really fast, and that causes them to blow up. Meteor craters are usually round, even though meteors don’t usually hit the earth head-on. They’re round because they blow up when they hit the earth. Their kinetic energy is so great, when they hit the earth, the energy suddenly turns into immense heat, so a lump of iron and nickel can go off like a cherry bomb.

Nearly all meteors burn up or explode in flight. Friction with the air can heat a meteor until it explodes. It is believed that the famous Tunguska blast of 1908 was caused by a big meteor that exploded before it could hit the ground in Siberia. It blew up with more energy than all but the biggest fission bombs, and it looks like whatever flattened Sodom was even bigger.

The scientists found debris over a wide area, including severed limbs without bodies. They think whatever hit Sodom destroyed some things with heat and others with explosive forces.

Is Tall el Hammam Sodom? The flippant answer to that question is, “No, it’s one of the dozens of other huge cities by the Dead Sea that were blown up and melted in the 17th century BC.” I think it’s Sodom. If not, where is Sodom, and why isn’t Tall el Hammam mentioned in the Bible? I’m going to go with it.

Gays like to say Sodom was only destroyed because the Sodomites were selfish. They like to say that when they’re not saying the Bible is nonsense, I mean. The truth is that homosexuality was a huge factor. Sodom was also destroyed because of greed, cruelty, and selfishness, but the final straw was the attempted rape of the angels by a gang of men, and later in the Bible, the term “sodomite” is used to mean “homosexual,” not “greedy, selfish, cruel person.” The Hebrews became greedy and selfish, but God never called them sodomites because of it. He called homosexuality an abomination. He never said that about greed or selfishness.

Did a meteor hit Sodom? I doubt it. I think it was just God’s power, perhaps wielded through angels. God doesn’t need meteors to get things done. He still does miracles, and they don’t involve obvious natural means. An event which has a natural cause is not a miracle. By definition, an miracle has to defy nature.

Joe Biden has turned America’s troops and diplomats into a legion of homosexuality conquistadors, we’re putting rainbow flags up in countries where same-sex romance is about as welcome as Ebola, Superman’s bodily openings are being used like a girl’s, and suddenly, the location of Sodom has been revealed, confirming the account in Genesis.

It must all be coincidence.

California just passed a law preventing toy stores from having separate aisles dedicated to boys and girls, and it’s also illegal to use pink and blue to distinguish the sexes. Did I fail to mention that? I should have thrown that in.

Over 10% of Americans have the misfortune to live in California, so when California passes a sick law involving products or retailing, companies that have to comply with it are likely to force California’s standards on the rest of us to reduce costs. I wonder if toy stores in relatively healthy states are going to start obeying California’s gendrification law.

It’s horrifying to think that flakes elected by Californians can rule over the rest of us, but it’s true, just as it’s true that extremist Muslim leaders changed the security rules for airline passengers the world over.

I can’t wait to see what happens next. The blessed get more and more blessed, which is wonderful to see, and the cursed get more and more cursed, which is, sadly, interesting because of morbid curiosity. The rapture will be the culmination of a centrifuging process. Nobody will remain where they are. Everyone will ascend or descend.

I can’t relax. I guess I will be wound up for the rest of the evening.

Get my Pod Ready

I talk to my parrot Marvin a lot, which only means I’m reciprocating. The other day, I found myself walking around the kitchen saying, “It’s really happening. The world is really ending.” He didn’t have much to say about it. He talks mostly about peanuts. But it was comforting to have a listener.

Marv’s new favorite thing to say is, “peanuts and bird.” I think the meaning is obvious. It’s like saying, “Pawn to queen five,” sort of. It’s a delivery request.

Can a pawn move to queen five? I don’t know. I don’t play chess.

I was talking to my wife this morning, and she was enjoying her new home in Zambia. Seems like she never gets out of the tub. I thought about the mild stress I had felt about setting her up over there. I want to be generous, but I don’t want to endanger our futures by overspending. The stress has melted away. I thought about that.

These days, I feel as though the funds I have were Monopoly money. I feel like it doesn’t matter what I spend, because we won’t be here long.

Remember The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy? Arthur Dent’s village was about to demolish his house, and he was very upset. His friend Ford Prefect took him to a pub while the bulldozer was sitting in his yard, waiting to start, and he ordered pints and peanuts for Arthur and himself. He told the bartender to serve them quickly because the world was going to end. At first, the bartender didn’t pay much attention, but he realized something was wrong when Ford left him two extravagant tips. Pounds were about to lose all their value, so why not spend them?

Douglas Adams is the best humorist I know of. A modern Voltaire. It’s a shame he was a proselytizing, belligerent atheist. I will never meet him. He dropped dead while still holding onto his pathological beliefs. When we are judged and the question of salvation is resolved, we won’t get any credit for good intentions or good works. Nice people who wrote funny books and rejected Jesus will go to hell.

Voltaire was an atheist, too. It’s one of the things that make people view him as progressive. He was an atheist before atheism was cool.

In Paris, there is a collection of tombs for famous people. It’s a sort of secular pantheon, and aptly, it’s in a building called the Pantheon. Victor Hugo is there. So is Marie Curie. They moved dead celebrities in, and Voltaire is one of them.

The Pantheon was originally a church, but it was commandeered for secular use. Fitting.

The Pantheon’s mausoleum is for people who are revered for their allegedly positive contributions to Western civilization. Voltaire’s encased body is there, still receiving the adulation of intellectuals. Where is Voltaire himself, though? Probably not receiving adulation. Very much the opposite. He is probably crying in hell, where his pride likely failed to follow him when he died two and a half centuries ago. Everyone is humiliated in hell, no matter how cocky they were up here. There are probably some people who keep spitting at God even from the pit, but my guess is that the majority spend their time crying, screaming, and begging with no dignity at all.

In November, they’re putting a plaque for Josephine Baker in the Pantheon. What are the odds she made it to heaven? She did a lot of things to help France during World War Two, and she was a civil rights activist. She also adopted poor children. It all sounds nice, but she was a famous stripper who was promiscuous with both sexes, and she didn’t do her good deeds in the name of God.

I guess she was the black Marlene Dietrich.

Atheists and even many Christians think God takes you to heaven for being good, but it’s completely untrue. You can do no end of nice things, but if you reject Jesus, you go to hell anyway. People who live altruistic lives while rejecting Jesus are like ectopic pregnancies. They are headed for problems. The entrance to heaven is like the birth canal, and there are no spiritual caesarians.

Guess I’m digressing. Or am I? The underlying theme hasn’t changed. The things we think are important here generally are not, and that becomes increasingly obvious as we get closer to our departures.

Yesterday, motivated by the shortages most people haven’t noticed yet, I went to Wal-Mart and Publix. I spent about $175 on things like beans, flour, protein bars, and canned meat. I replenished the disaster rations I’ve been carelessly eating.

Costo says paper towels are going to disappear again, but there are plenty here. I picked up 24 rolls. I noticed that Wal-mart’s selection of dried beans was pretty bad, and the big bags of rice I wanted to buy were not there. The rice in the main area was wiped out. They still had some big bags in the Hispanic region, but I passed them by. Products aimed at Hispanics tend to be low-quality.

I got some New York strips at acceptable prices. These days, $10 per pound is a good deal. It used to be the everyday price. I paid $9 and $10, at different stores.

I don’t like strips all that much, but they’re way better than nothing, and deals on choice rib eyes are rare.

I have a ton of oatmeal. When the rapture comes, it will not find me constipated. The oatmeal will counteract the rice, pasta, white bread, and Velveeta.

If they don’t take away our electricity, I will be fine for a few months of famine. Without electricity, I won’t have water or any way to cook food. I wish I lived in beautiful Tennessee, on a farm with springs, a gas well, and soil that grows things other than water oaks and weeds.

Are my acorns edible? I should check. They don’t sound appetizing. I think there is something you can do with them to render them useful, but I don’t know what it is. I have mountains of them.

WebMD says you can eat acorns if you pulverize them, soak them, and keep discarding the water until it’s colorless. Yay. Whee. Rapture me, please.

If famine outlasts my supplies, I would just as soon die as subsist on squirrels and crows. I think those would be my only fall-back staples once Sonny’s BBQ closes. Even Euell Gibbons would have a hard time finding wild food on my property.

Rhodah is nervous about Tennessee. She is afraid of racism. You can’t let other people tell you where to live, though, and my guess is that there are plenty of places in rural Tennessee where they are more concerned about people’s religious and political beliefs than they are about race. I would think there would be room for two charismatic Christian conservatives who showed up with thousands and thousands of rounds of ammunition.

Is it okay for a Christian to use lethal force in self-defense? It’s a question I revisit from time to time.

I had this thought the other day: Jesus told us to turn the other cheek if we were struck, but he didn’t say to stand still and let people stab us with swords. A slap on the cheek is not that big a deal, but other types of battery are. Even dangerous people who know a lot about fighting routinely counsel us to avoid fights and run away, but they don’t usually tell us to lie down and die.

There is a former Navy SEAL named Jocko Willink, and he looks exactly like his name sounds. His head, all by itself, looks like it could defeat a battalion. He is a scary-looking dude. The other day, I saw a little bit of a video in which he provided people with advice. He said that if someone punched him, his first choice would be to run away.

I kind of wonder if he was telling the truth, given the ease with which he could subdue most people, but I am relaying his advice accurately. He said fighting leads to a lot of problems, which is true. He and Jesus are in agreement when it comes to minor batteries. Would he let someone shoot him or his wife, though? Bet not.

I would appreciate it if someone who reads my blog would find Jocko Willink and punch him in the face, just to see how honest he is. I would do it myself, but my sinuses are bothering me, and you know how that is.

Jesus told the disciples to buy and carry swords. What for? He discouraged Peter from using a sword to save him from the murderous priests who had him tortured to death, but he let him whack one of their servants first. This happened on a special occasion. The priests had come, and it was important for Jesus to die. Would he have stopped Peter a week earlier, when a premature murder would have prevented the crucifixion?

The death of Jesus was necessary. My death by murder isn’t, as far as I can see. My blood has no value. It can’t save anyone. No one who eats my body can claim to have taken communion. Would Jesus have told Peter not to defend me?

Was it necessary for Paul to take beatings and stonings? Maybe Jesus would have preferred to see him use a sword to save himself. I wonder.

The apostles made a lot of mistakes. No one likes to talk about that. They had public arguments, so obviously, they weren’t right all the time.

Wow. Superman is a sodomite. I just found out after writing the last paragraph. DC Comics has a new Superman–the primary messiah substitute in American comics–who does it with dudes. Sorry about the abrupt transition.

Wow. Wow. What’s next? Deepfake John Wayne gay porn? James Bond has been fairly gay since Casino Royale, so there is no point in wondering about him. Maybe they’ll create a deepfake Eastwood character called Dainty Harry.

Yesterday, I started thinking about the long history of seemingly gay Bond villains. It startled me.

1. Dr. No. No. Although he was a single man who lived on an island with other men, so I could be wrong.

2. From Russia with Love. Robert Shaw’s Donald Grant was a bemuscled gym rat with bleached blond hair and a full-body winter tan, he appeared to be oiled in at least one scene, and he certainly liked tussling with other men. Not sure, though.

3. Goldfinger. Single man who favored shorts back when they raised eyebrows. Could be.

4. Thunderball. Emilio Largo lived on an island with men who spent a lot of time swimming together, he wore a shorty wetsuit, and he always had an incredible tan and perfectly coiffed salt and pepper hair. A possible.

5. You Only Live Twice. Blofeld…gay, gay, gay, gay GAY. A prim old man who sat around stroking a cat. Come on. He could have been Elton John’s dad.

6. On Her Majesty’s Secret Service. I don’t know. No one saw this movie.

7. Diamonds are Forever. Jimmy Dean was definitely straight, but Blofeld was still the uncle who always shows up for Thanksgiving dinner unaccompanied, drinks too much, and cries because everyone else gets pecan pie before he does.

8. Live and Let Die. Kananga seemed butch, but Geoffrey Holder made up for it in spades. He was the first Rupaul.

9. The Man With the Golden Gun. Christopher Lee was effeminate and dressed way too well to be straight. And he cried because an elephant died.

10. The Spy Who Loved Me. Don’t remember. I couldn’t stand Roger Moore, who was, himself, a bit buoyant in his Ballys.

11. Moonraker. Michael Lonsdale’s Drax did not exactly ooze testosterone. I would not want him to be my son’s scoutmaster.

12. For Your Eyes Only. Honestly, I don’t remember this one, except that Bond had to fend off an amorous minor who was determined to get him to commit a felony with her.

13. Octopussy. The villain was Louis Jourdan. Draw your own conclusions.

14. A View to a Kill. Christopher Walken’s Zorin will remind you that Walken got his start as a dancer.

15. The Living Daylights. Timothy Dalton made us all miss George Lazenby. No idea what happened in this movie.

16. Goldeneye. Didn’t see it.

17. Tomorrow Never Dies. Didn’t see it, but Jonathan Pryce generally comes off as masculine in his other roles, in spite of being nearly English.

18. The World is not Enough. Robert Carlyle’s Renard had that “They always picked me last in gym class” feel, but he also had a crush on Sophie Marceau.

19. Die Another Day. Toby Stephens’ Gustav Graves and Pierce Brosnan seemed positively infatuated with each other. Their sweaty fencing match was like two storks doing a courtship dance.

The Craig films, or at least some of them, were fit to sit on the same DVD shelf as Gore Vidal’s sometimes-troubling Ben Hur. The gross Mads Mikkelsen rope scene, gay Q, Bond failing to close the deal with the tantalizing Moneypenny, Bond and Javier Bardem flirting, the return of tiny, Italian-slippered Blofeld, an aging Craig fighting Freddie Mercury…I’d have to say there were undercurrents.

Maybe they’ll rewrite our history books and put George Washington in bed with Thomas Jefferson. In the future, we’ll go past saying everyone is gay and every really admirable historical figure was gay. We’ll say everyone has always been gay. Children will wonder how we kept the race going.

We’ll have to transpose “surrogate” into hieroglyphics and cuneiform in carve it on obelisks and tablets. We can make some fake Dead Sea Scrolls, but to keep up with the times, we can see to it they’re discovered in Provincetown.

Superman is a homosexual. It was inevitable, but still. It’s terrible, but it’s impossible not to laugh a little. Who’s next? Winnie the Pooh? Tom Sawyer? Mickey Mouse? The Grinch? Well, Jim Carrey already went there.

If there is one thing that would make Lex Luthor go straight, this has to be it.

Everything around me is exploding in slow motion. It’s like the verse from the Revelation in which the stars fall from the sky.

I should buy a few more groceries and some batteries, and then maybe I’ll burn, “Come get me, Jesus,” into my lawn and sit outside hopefully in an Adirondack chair.

What fresh insanity will tomorrow bring? The question is chilling. I lack the imagination to guess.

As Bad as Your Life may be, at Least You’re not Joe Biden

Before I say anything else, here: they are saying food shortages have arrived, so if you haven’t prepared, you might want to visit Wal-Mart. I am considering loading up on pasta, Velveeta, and protein powder. I already have a lot of beans and rice, as well as canned fish. My jerky supply is poor, as is my dried apple supply. I’ll have to see what I can do.

I talked to Rhodah in Zambia. She was in a grocery store at the time. Lots of food. No price increases. So now America is the third world, and Zambia is the promised land. They had rows of Black Forest cakes in a display case, ready to go. I can’t find that here without driving to, maybe, Orlando.

I am still not quite well. My symptoms come and go in waves. They are always very faint, but they are still annoying. The worst thing is having days when I lack energy. That is not like me. I want to get out and walk the farm every day. Ordinarily, I can’t wait to get out there, but on low-energy days, I’m a different person.

On normal days, I tromp around for about 45 minutes with a .22 on my shoulder and a pistol in my pocket. Just so I can enjoy not being Australian. Or European. Or Chinese. Or a yankee.

Boy, those Australians turned out to be sissies, didn’t they? Remember Paul Hogan? What a tired fraud. “That’s not a knife. THIS is a knife!” Yeah, uh, except you’re not allowed to carry a knife in Australia.

If I were, admittedly amazingly, attacked by crocodiles on one of my walks, even at the bank, where the rifle wouldn’t be allowed, I could realistically hope to kill 11 before changing magazines, and I would be prepared to skin them on the spot for anybody who had a family to feed. And I’m a huge creampuff by rural American standards. Even in his prime, in Australia, Paul Hogan would have had to lock himself in the toilet.

My advice to Australian men is this: if you’re going to be docile, dependent sheep, be docile, dependent sheep. Don’t pretend you’re the kind of man they produce in places like Tennessee and Wyoming. Macho talk and too much Foster’s don’t make you Marcus Luttrell, girls.

I wonder what the Australian men of a century ago would think of their descendants.

I read that they now think bad dental hygiene makes coronavirus hang on longer. I won’t make the obvious jokes about England. I think there was a link from The Drudge Report, also known as the Trump Hate Report. What happened to Matt Drudge? Bet he got a vegan girlfriend.

The theory is that viruses live in the crud in your mouth, so it acts like pus in an abscess, reinfecting you over and over. This proposition disturbed me at first, because I have had several nights when I simply flopped into bed without brushing my teeth. After I got over it, I felt encouraged, because it seemed like this new knowledge might be helpful not just for covid sufferers but for anyone with an infection involving areas connected to the mouth.

The person pushing this theory says you can improve your lot by using mouthwash, which kills viruses.

It sounds a little weird, because we are always told there is no way to kill a virus. Antibiotics supposedly have no effect, and doctors never tell us to gargle to kill them. Antiseptics do kill viruses, however, as we now know after America’s great cleanliness revival. Alcohol, bleach, benzalkonium chloride, and other chemicals destroy coronaviruses on surfaces. It stands to reason that they would also kill them in our mouths and throats. Whether it does us any good, I can’t say.

If it works for covid, wouldn’t it also work for other viruses and strep? One would think so.

My grandmother’s best friend used to tell me to gargle with ST-37 every time I got sick. I don’t know if they make this product any more. It seems like they quit making it. It’s probably full of dioxin and thalidomide. Anyway, I took her advice, and it seemed to help. Maybe she was ahead of her time. Sometimes ignorance can put you a step ahead of doctors.

I plan to start flossing twice a day instead of once, and I will use mouthwash. I had read that mouthwash might have adverse health effects, but I don’t know it to be true, and killing microbes seems like a good idea.

I feel good today, and my energy is flowing, but I woke up with swollen nasal passages, and I can feel something going on in my head. I know I’m not completely over this.

My big project today, now that I’ve fixed my Cold Steel Swift knife in CTS-XHP so it actually opens as designed, is to get more food. I’ll be going to Wal-Mart shortly.

I have looked over my existing supplies, and I should be able to go a couple of months without suffering much. One thing that concerned me: Velveeta. I checked, and it looks like my cheese expired 9 months ago.

Am I worried? No. A Youtube prepper has a video in which she made Velveeta shells and cheese using a package that got its burn notice two years earlier. Her advice? If it looks okay and doesn’t stink, eat it. I’m going to buy more Velveeta anyway. If times get hard, I’ll try the old stuff first, and if it doesn’t work, I’ll still have the new stuff.

Is this the end? Will human beings be at each other’s throats, fighting over Chiclets and old cans of Libby’s pumpkin puree in three months? I wish I knew.

I had a wonderful, comforting thought today. I have had concerns about becoming poor, starving, and having to shoot urban visitors, and I am not all that happy about watching other people starve and murder each other even if I’m safe and fat. Here’s something that occurred to me, however: the tribulation is supposed to last 7 years, during which time, the elect will be in heaven at the wedding supper of Jesus. That means 7 easy years. If we return, as the Bible seems to say we will, we will have a thousand more easy years on Earth, because Satan and every other evil spirit will be bound, Jesus will rule in person, and the world will be blessed. If not, we’ll still be in heaven.

Either way, things brighten up for good once the rapture comes. If it’s imminent, as it seems to be, then so is the end of my problems. Forever. That makes the whole process look much less intimidating.

When we say the end is near, maybe we should be thinking of the end of our suffering, not the end of God’s patience and protection. What the apocalypse brings you depends entirely on which side you’re on.

Things aren’t looking good from a secular point of view. Biden’s poll numbers are sub-Trump, and it looks like he’s not even pretending he wants to get along with us. He just hosted a press conference about his dismal job numbers, and when it was over, he turned his back on his fawning press wet nurses and shuffled away without responding to questions.

Have you heard about, “Let’s go, Brandon!”? A NASCAR driver named Brandon something or other won a race, and an MSM meat puppet interviewed him at the track. While they were talking, the crowd was screaming, “F__ JOE BIDEN!”, very clearly. The meat puppet told a lie rivaling the famous Villaraigosa convention voice-vote lie. She said they were yelling, “Let’s go, Brandon!” Now, thanks to her dishonesty, “Let’s go, Brandon!” is one of the right’s new slogans. You can’t chant the other thing wherever you go, but you can send your nine-year-old to school in a shirt that says, “Let’s go, Brandon!”, and no one there will be able to do a thing about it, even though the teachers will know exactly what it means.

Public discourse hits a new low every week.

God is punishing us for electing Biden. No doubt about it. His precious presidency is dissolving. Biden has been paying people to stay home, and because they’re staying home and eating taxes, taxes will go up, and products and services are in short supply. Wages have gone up a great deal because no one wants to get off the couch. Gas prices are crazy because Biden killed American oil production, the Chinese stupidly banned Australian coal, and God personally strangled the wind farms in England. Inflation is killing our savings, and the stock market and real estate markets are in dangerous bubbles. It’s bad, bad, bad. Unless God is with you.

All we need now is an epsilon variant that laughs at vaccines and kills the healthy, and the picture will be rounded out.

Here’s hoping Jesus comes soon and takes as many people with him as possible. Once I’m gone, you can help yourself to my Velveeta and ammunition. If I’m sufficiently blessed to be taken, I won’t want it any more.

My Pantheon of Losers

Today I had a good experience. I woke up and felt love for God flowing through me.

The most important commandment is not to obey God, but to love him. Jesus made this clear. After that, we are supposed to love our neighbors as we love ourselves. Preachers don’t push the first two commandments much. They push rules, or they tell us to give them money, or they tell us God just wants to help us do what we already want to do. Mainly, they want us to show up in great numbers and pay their bills.

I pray every day for God to help me get love flowing through me. When it happens, I drop everything and sink into it. I stayed in bed for a long time, telling God I loved him and asking for more.

Afterward, I started thinking about contemporary American culture, which is actually the counterculture. We originally used to use the word “counterculture” to describe people like beatniks, hippies, leftists, drug enthusiasts, and sexual deviants, but their culture is dominant now, so it’s silly to say “counterculture” as though we were talking about rebels. We’re talking about obedient, mainstreamed sheep. The word “counter” means “against.” “Counterculture” used to mean “the culture which is against mainstream culture.” Now it just means “the culture which is against God.”

What happens when you go to high school and college? Do they teach you the Bible is true? Do they tell you how important capitalism is? Do they reinforce proper sex roles? No. They promote the counterculture. Old, fat, pampered professors pretending to be rebels repeat the myths they were fed by their own professors. Their eyes shine when they talk about sick individuals like Jack Kerouac, Sylvia Plath, and Karl Marx.

I bought into this nonsense when I was a kid, even though I felt contempt for most of my professors. I read the diaries of Anais Nin. I read everything Henry Miller wrote. I loved Fritz Perls. I read the authors of the 1920’s Paris scene. I admired the spiritual grandchildren of the counterculture’s founders. I actually sent letters to TV networks, hoping to get jobs writing for infantile shows like Saturday Night Live. When I went to college, I used Animal House as a pattern for my behavior.

I never became a socialist, and I could never get excited about hard rock or hard bop jazz, but I wanted to be like my counterculture heroes.

Why did I want that? They were miserable people. They killed themselves because they were so miserable. They drank themselves to death. They overdosed. They made other people unhappy. Their kids were screwed up. Their marriages failed.

What did counterculture idols do for others that made me want to like them? Did Jim Morrison heal anyone? Did Gore Vidal raise the dead? These people were useless. They were completely selfish. They were narcissists, elevating themselves briefly on rotten podiums so other idiots could throw roses.

It’s amazing that I ever wanted to fit in with them.

I had a hero vacuum. My dad was no father at all, most of my best friends were creeps, I had no older brother, my older sister was a sociopath, my mother was weak, and I did not have anyone to introduce me to the Holy Spirit. Kids with hero vacuums often fill the vacuums with losers. I suppose this is why it’s so easy for gay men to get teenage boys to come live with them. My great uncle did it.

Today I looked at a couple of videos featuring William Burroughs. An heir to the Burroughs business machine fortune, Burroughs became, perhaps, the leading eminence grise of the counterculture, possibly because he was one of the few who lived long enough to fulfill the grise part.

He was an unrepentant junkie. He blew his wife’s brains out while he was under the influence, and somehow, he was never prosecuted. He spent his life pursuing fake Eastern enlightenment. He built himself an orgone box and sat in it. He dressed like a model grandfather, wearing a suit and hat and carrying a cane, and he spoke with great conviction, trying to convince impressionable young people that his sorry, disgraceful ideas were genius. Young acolytes thought he was a god.

He wrote the most disgusting book I have ever tried to read: Naked Lunch. It’s so gross, I won’t even quote from it. It’s full of stream-of-consciousness sexual depravity. I bought a copy to see what it was all about, and I threw it out because it was so sick. If you’ve ever seen a video about a joke called “the aristocrats,” you’ve seen similar material.

While watching videos, I learned that Burroughs enriched the world by dying at 83, with an adoring minion by his side, doing Tibetan meditation. You can go see a video of the minion rhapsodizing about what a great time they had. This is a big thing with counterculture people. When someone dies disgracefully, they talk like it was a birthday party or a wedding. Hunter Thompson blew his defeated brain through the back of his skull while his grandchild was in the next room, and his wife and son poured drinks and toasted his dead body. Then Johnny Depp paid several million dollars to build a cannon to shoot his ashes into the sky.

Burroughs was an apostle of self-destruction, but he and his peers are nearly worshiped in America’s universities.

My experiences this morning gave me a fresh understanding of the ugliness and evil of American culture, and they helped me understand how long it has been since our country was healthy.

I would say the counterculture really got cranking about 100 years ago. Prior to that, we weren’t all that excited by the kind of garbage people like James Joyce and Ernest Hemingway pumped out. Once the floodgates opened, the flow increased exponentially. By the time I was in college, the game was over. Things didn’t look as bad as they do now, but America was already finished.

It’s easy to get the impression that the world started disintegrating in around 2000, but it’s not true. The decay has accelerated greatly since then, but the America of 2000 was already lost.

Knowing this, I feel more comfortable with the idea that the rapture could come immediately. I feel less inclined to look around and think, “It’s too early. Things aren’t that bad.” Things are that bad. The flow of bodies into hell must resemble Niagara Falls, and every body matters to the God who threw them into the flow.

I feel much better about throwing out my big CD collection. I kept some things, but I believe all of my jazz is gone. Art Tatum. Billie Holiday. John Coltrane. Lester Young. Oscar Peterson. Junkies, prostitutes, weed addicts, mystics…the landfill is welcome to them. I never had anything in common with them. Not at the root. They were always headed for a completely different destination.

Christians like to criticize each other for dropping secular entertainment. We criticize people who tell their kids to stay in on Halloween instead of dressing up as devils and witches. We treat people who don’t give their kids Disney DVD’s as though they were superstitious idiots. We are making a big mistake. Looking back on my experience, I am more in favor of separation from the world than ever. I wish I had thrown Miles Davis, Stevie Ray Vaughan, B.B. King, and Lynyrd Skynyrd out way earlier. I apologize for nothing, except for being too slow.

The Bible asks what light has to do with darkness. I can see why. Most people are on a bus for hell. Why would I accompany them even part of the way? If you don’t want to finish something, don’t start it.

I’ll see every saved person who has ever lived in heaven, over and over, for eternity. Our relationships will continue forever. No saved person will ever see William Burroughs, Jimi Hendrix, Jerry Garcia, Thelonious Monk, Mahatma Gandhi, Frank Sinatra, or Sylvia Plath again. Why bother becoming acquainted with them now?

If there is a library in heaven, Burroughs and Kerouac will not be in it. Neither will Sartre or Marx. There won’t be any movie theaters, and if people like Leonardo di Caprio and Meryl Streep make it to heaven, they won’t be celebrities there. If there are lines, they will have to stand in them like everyone else. No one will ever hear the Beatles or the Rolling Stones in heaven. Anything evil thing you have to give up when you die shouldn’t be in your possession while you’re alive.

I feel very bad about admiring losers when I was young. I would have been better off if I had gotten to know God but lost both legs. I wish there had been someone around to teach me better. When I tried to find God, I found loser preachers like Kenneth Copeland and Benny Hinn, who taught me the secrets of remaining poor and distant from my creator. It’s terrible that losers still have so much influence. They have more influence than ever.

I wish my past were a bellyful of vomit so I could throw it up and flush it.

Is This Really Earth?

I feel bummed out today. I can think of three reasons, and one contains a movie spoiler, so don’t read if you like James Bond.

1. I started drinking coffee because I was sick, I got used to it, and today I didn’t drink any. Going off caffeine depresses your mood temporarily.

2. I am sad because of the way computers are taking over the world and turning us into a bot swarm made of tattooed meat. It makes me feel sad for the world, and it makes me feel cut off from my own species.

3. I found out James Bond died, for sure, in the latest movie. Somehow, that seems like the latest in a long series of Satan’s blows at masculinity and America. I realize James Bond is supposed to be a British agent, but be serious. He has always acted like an American, he has always used props England could never afford or produce, and he has always been on our side.

Films like the James Bond series are made pretty much exclusively by Americans, except for the Bond films themselves.

A number of years ago, I said computers would eventually learn things about us before we did, or before we wanted them to be known by others, even if they weren’t programmed to do it. I said people would find out they had things like cancer because their computers would start showing them ads for things sick people buy. It had to happen whether we told computers to do it or not, because life isn’t that complicated. One human being is much like another, and we react to experiences very similarly. If enough people Google chemotherapy drugs AND Hungry Man Dinners AND Air Supply CD’s AND orange socks, sooner or later computers will see the correlations, and they will start recommending things that make unsuspecting Internet users realize they’re sick.

Computers that aren’t necessarily intended to pry into our private business and draw disturbing conclusions about us will certainly do it, because they don’t know any better. They will detect correlations we haven’t figured out, before we do, and they will let us know about them.

Today I found out it had already happened.

The father of a young woman in Minnesota found out she was pregnant by looking at ads Target sent to his house. She was buying things women tend to buy when they’re with child, and Target started offering her other things that were clearly aimed at pregnant women. Her dad got angry and went to Target to talk to the manager. He thought Target was pushing an innocent virgin to get pregnant. Then she told him she was expecting.

If it has happened to one woman, and we know about it, the same type of thing has happened to millions of other people, and in all likelihood, the people who store and weaponize our personal information are usually the only ones who are aware it’s happening.

If there is a mercy in the story, it’s that Target’s computers were helped by a human being. Do computers still need help? I’m sure they need a lot less now.

The Target story came out in 2012. That was 9 years ago. Computers have gotten much sharper since then. I’m surprised we’re not already hearing knocks on our doors. Criminals probably tend to buy certain things, depending on their crimes of choice. Are the cops teaming up with nerds to create pre-crime bureaus?

Of course they are, now that I think about it. We’ve already seen them at work. In 2013, two murderers set off a bomb at the Boston Marathon, and the bomb was made from a pressure cooker. Not long afterward, the husband of then-blogger Michele Catalano got a visit from the authorities. He had searched for pressure cookers online. It turns out pressure cookers are also used to cook food.

The fuss over his search went away, but you have to wonder how many other people are on lists now. The pressure cooker incident drew negative attention to the government. Do you think that made them quit what they were doing, or do you think they just decided to keep it quiet? I’ll bet Edward Snowden knows.

I’m an attorney, so I know a little bit about evidence. If the authorities do something improper to get evidence, the evidence may be inadmissible, and in some cases, they may cause a public stench which is too big a price to pay for a conviction. It would make sense, then, for the authorities to avoid using such evidence in court. That being said, crooked law enforcement people could obtain evidence in objectionable ways, cover their tracks, and then dig up more evidence which can’t be shown to be tainted.

I guess I’m conflating two things. It bothers me that the Internet is developing deductive powers that seem godlike to human beings, and it also bothers me that we can’t prevent the government from using technology to make the Fourth Amendment even more of a fiction than it already is.

There is nothing we can do about any of this. It’s way too late. Technology is too decentralized and too tantalizing to control, and besides, man is just like a monkey. When you give a monkey a stick, it will always look for someone to hit with it.

You don’t have to shop online to end up in a database, by the way. Wal-Mart sends me emails when I shop in person, congratulating me on my newly purchased canned peas and elbow macaroni. I have no idea how they know it’s me. Credit card, I guess.

Both of the grocery stores I use regularly have loyalty programs, so they know what I buy, too. So does CVS.

Today I feel like there is no reason for me to be here. On Earth. I’m being absorbed nonconsensually into an electronically connected, increasingly trashy, authoritarian global family I want nothing to do with. My fellow Americans have gone completely insane, to the point where they try to get people fired for calling men, men. Evangelism is going almost nowhere. Free will is vanishing. It appears that economic disaster is going to hit us any minute now. On top of all this, every time I go anywhere outside my state, I have to wear a mask that does absolutely nothing except for making me very uncomfortable.

What are my wife and I still doing here?

Freedom, order, morality, and prosperity are unnatural. Throughout history, most people have been oppressed, lawless, corrupt, and poor. Like the Chinese. God alone has made a few nations havens where people behaved reasonably well. Now America has fired God.

Yesterday, I saw a fascinating video about real estate. A South African who lived in China said the real estate markets in places like Canada, Europe, and America were being propped up and ruined by the Chinese. He said the Chinese shelter their money in real estate, and many of them want to get out of China. Rich Chinese people show up in places like Vancouver and pay top dollar in cash, driving up home prices. Then they lie and say their income is very low, like under $15,000. China won’t help other governments verify their claims. They end up owning expensive homes in the West while contributing very little in taxes.

He said this is what happens when a low-trust country interacts with a high-trust country. I thought that was brilliant. He gave me labels for characteristics I have observed for a long time. People from corrupt places like China, Mexico, and India move to places like the US, where people are relatively honest, and they bring their dishonesty with them. They use our trust and honest against us. Over time, we become like them. It’s really something.

Christianity made America a decent place to live. In addition to all of our computer-related problems, I think we are becoming a low-trust country. If that’s true, most of the US will start looking a lot like Detroit. Every drugstore will have a bulletproof glass wall we have to shove our credit cards through. Going to Denny’s after 6 p.m. will be like sitting in the front row at a UFC match.

I’m digressing. I started out with technology, and now I’m talking about other things that are making us rot.

Trashy people are like another species. You can’t communicate with them even if you speak the same language. There is never cooperation. There is only detente. I love living in a county where people are good to each other. I don’t know what I’ll do if the disease of trashiness spreads here.

Why hasn’t anyone made a movie about the network of computers turning into near-gods? Of course, they have, but the movies I know about were not realistic. They took place far in the future. They generally featured scary computer systems put in place by malevolent traditional corporations run by white men in suits. They didn’t involve Amazon, Google, and Ebay. They didn’t show people wondering why Facebook knew things about them before they did.

I used to say that TV, phones, and the Internet would eventually be the same thing, and it is now true. No one who has the Internet needs a phone company or cable TV. Here’s another prediction: everything will be the same thing. The online world will be seamless. Entertainment, shopping, socializing, communicating, doing business…you’ll be in the same virtual environment all the time, probably around the clock except for sleep breaks. Banking will be in there, too, and cash won’t exist, so the web’s control over you will be complete.

Buckle up. It’s coming.

Man is too stupid and mean to do this right. It’s not even a possibility. An orange vest from Home Depot will turn most people into tyrants. The ability to control the human race like a flock of pate ducks is a much greater temptation.

I’m going to go pray until I fall asleep. I feel very pessimistic about the world. I think my own future, and my wife’s, are solid. God keeps making things better and better for us. It’s just depressing, thinking about everyone else.

Saturn Munches on his Wokiee Babies

I turned my PC on just now, and I saw Microsoft’s annoying daily photo and question. A question of my own popped into my mind. How long will I continue to have this?

This morning I read that an army of sexually confused people and their supporters were terrorizing a leftist professor in England. Her crime: claiming that “some” so-called trans people, who still had male parts, were actually men. Which, of course, they are, except the word “some” is not helpful.

Human beings all over the world acknowledge that the fundamental purpose of a university is to discover and disseminate truth, and because human beings aren’t sure what the truth is, it is universally accepted that people at universities should be allowed to present their opinions, regardless of what they are, as long as they don’t do things like advocating genocide and so forth.

Actually, I believe people are allowed to advocate genocide, as long as they’re Muslims and they’re advocating the destruction of the Jews.

Anyway, university people claim the right to debate is sacred, but we all know it isn’t. When Christians and conservatives show up to speak on campuses, it’s common for them to be driven out and physically attacked, and often, their appearances are canceled for the “safety” of the precious snowflakes their correct ideas might bruise.

The gender-blender patrol is determined to deplatform the lady professor in question, on top of getting her fired, and she’s a leftist! Increasingly, the left is eating its own. The only ones who will be spared will be the most-left, leftiest leftists. Then I guess they’ll eat each other, too.

It was Stalin who had Trotsky murdered, wasn’t it? Saved capitalists the trouble.

It reminds me of a battle royale. If you’re not a wrestling fan, you may not know what that is. A wrestling promoter will put maybe 20 wrestlers in a ring and tell them to throw each other out onto the concrete. In the end, the wrestler that remains is the winner. Who, on the left, is worthy of the prize? How far left can you get?

We like to say there is a political spectrum, like the color spectrum and the tone spectrum. When you go past the color violet, you get into the ultraviolet band, and supposedly, if you could see it, it would start to look red, because the spectrum would repeat. When you go past G on the scale, you hit a new A, and the scale starts over. Is there a weird, primal form of conservatism to the left of left? Maybe the leftmost leftists will start looking like Pat Boone and Charlton Heston.

Diversity is now thoughtcrime. The whole basis of the pro-diversity movement has been called into question. We have been told repeatedly that diversity brings strength, but leftists clearly don’t believe that, because they are trying to increase their strength by doing away with it.

Without realizing it, they have promoted and then denied a Darwinian sort of theory. In the theory of evolution, genetic diversity is important, because when new selection pressures, like diseases, arise, populations that are genetically too similar can’t fight back. Supposedly, you need a variant or mutant or whatever that can resist, in order to preserve the species. Leftists love to tell us diversity is strength, because a country that contains different types of people will have a wider variety of tools, including ideas, to help it survive.

Now they’re telling us diversity is bad. We need a purebred intelligentsia in which every member can be counted on to respond to every stimulus and challenge in exactly the same way, like the genetically similar banana trees all over the planet which are currently disappearing because they can’t respond to a certain fungus.

It’s a bizarre spectacle.

What does genetic diversity really do? Does it preserve species, or does it do away with huge swaths of them in favor of a few special groups?

Incidentally, I don’t believe in diversity. Diversity is weakness. The strongest society is one that adopts the correct ethos, universally. Unity is strength. The only powerful nation is the family of God, and when that family works correctly, there is zero debate, and there are no opinions, only facts. This is why God and his children will always win in the end. My problem with the left’s orthodoxy isn’t that it stifles debate. It’s that it stifles the wrong people; the ones who have the right ideas.

I don’t think diversity of thought is good, but the left’s sick, cruel orthodoxy is still hypocritical and worthy of comment.

I’m using a donated operating system. Microsoft gave us Windows 10 because it figured it would use it to make so much money off of us, it would be more profitable to give it away. Windows 10 was created by people who, generally, would be happy to see me tied to a post and shot in the head. They are happy to tolerate people like me while we increase their wealth and power, but they long for a world free of dissidents who get in the way of their plan to turn man into a big colonial organism that loves perversion and electric cars and hates coal and Christianity.

Whenever Microsoft wants, it can turn off my Windows machines. It can force fatal updates. I compute at their sufferance. How long will it be until they flip the switch?

If you’re like me, they’ll flip your switch, too, even if you have Unix, Android, or Apple. If they can’t brick your computer and phone, they’ll block you from the web. It will happen. Get ready. Right now, we’re useful, like a host organism the parasites aren’t done eating. When they decide the cake isn’t worth the candle, we’ll be discarded.

In the future, a person who isn’t on the web will barely exist. They will be worse than untouchables.

I just remembered something from Orwell: “unperson.” An unperson was an individual who had been disempowered, captured, and killed by the state. Unpeople were also erased from all records. They didn’t just stop existing. They had never existed at all.

That’s us, before too long.

I keep repeating it: one of the biggest Biblical curses is to have your name and memory forgotten. Orthodox Jews call Jesus “Yeshu,” which is a made up name. It’s a series of Hebrew letters that stand for a phrase that mean, “May his name and memory be blotted out forever.”

Leftists work for Satan, and they want to remove the memory of Christians and Jews from the world. It’s an old theme. God wants to purify the world of people who serve Satan.

Look what Psalm 9 says:

Thou hast rebuked the heathen, thou hast destroyed the wicked, thou hast put out their name for ever and ever.

O thou enemy, destructions are come to a perpetual end: and thou hast destroyed cities; their memorial is perished with them.

But the Lord shall endure for ever: he hath prepared his throne for judgment.

When you to go hell, God doesn’t just put you in flames, in the hands of tormenting spirits. He takes away your name. This is probably why Satan is generally called “Satan” instead of his given name. “Satan” just means “adversary.”

You can see it in the story of Lazarus the beggar, which was true. Jesus never called it a parable. Take a look.

There was a certain rich man, which was clothed in purple and fine linen, and fared sumptuously every day:

And there was a certain beggar named Lazarus, which was laid at his gate, full of sores,

And desiring to be fed with the crumbs which fell from the rich man’s table: moreover the dogs came and licked his sores.

And it came to pass, that the beggar died, and was carried by the angels into Abraham’s bosom: the rich man also died, and was buried;

And in hell he lift up his eyes, being in torments, and seeth Abraham afar off, and Lazarus in his bosom.

And he cried and said, Father Abraham, have mercy on me, and send Lazarus, that he may dip the tip of his finger in water, and cool my tongue; for I am tormented in this flame.

But Abraham said, Son, remember that thou in thy lifetime receivedst thy good things, and likewise Lazarus evil things: but now he is comforted, and thou art tormented.

And beside all this, between us and you there is a great gulf fixed: so that they which would pass from hence to you cannot; neither can they pass to us, that would come from thence.

Then he said, I pray thee therefore, father, that thou wouldest send him to my father’s house:

For I have five brethren; that he may testify unto them, lest they also come into this place of torment.

Abraham saith unto him, They have Moses and the prophets; let them hear them.

And he said, Nay, father Abraham: but if one went unto them from the dead, they will repent.

And he said unto him, If they hear not Moses and the prophets, neither will they be persuaded, though one rose from the dead.

Lazarus was a real person, and even in death, he had a name. Abraham, though dead, had a name. Moses had a name. What about the rich man in hell? No name. “A certain rich man.” What about his brothers? No names. The prophets weren’t named, but they were too numerous to list.

Abraham called the rich man “son,” to show he was Jewish and that being Jewish was not a guarantee of salvation.

Interesting digression: Abraham said that if the brothers didn’t listen to Moses and the prophets, who talked about Jesus incessantly, they wouldn’t believe one who returned from the dead. This was proven later, in John 11. Jesus resurrected a man named Lazarus, and instead of listening to Lazarus or taking the miracle as a warning, the Jews in charge of the temple conspired to murder Jesus.

We’re all sitting on virtual thin ice, counting on our enemies to continue enabling us. We feel secure, like rich Jews in Germany in 1930. We think our enemies will never cancel us because we’re too useful and too numerous, and because America isn’t like that. We’ll find out we’re wrong, just like the many famous people the social giants have already crippled. When they want, they’ll be able to get rid of us in days, if not minutes, and they’ll do it with eagerness and no hesitation. They probably have lists.

Being deplatformed is a big deal in terms of a person’s power in the natural world. Look what it did to Trump. No one listens to him any more. Few people know how he feels about current events. Random people with Twitter and Facebook accounts reach thousands or millions, but Trump sits in his social media dungeon, coming out periodically for ineffective visits with people like Sean Hannity. He’s like a prisoner in a penitentiary, telling his visitors to pass notes for him.

George Takei is more powerful than Trump, when it comes to shaping opinions.

George Takei is a horrible, bottom-tier actor. Had it not been for Star Trek, which allowed him to become rich, he would have ended up waiting tables or selling real estate. He has nothing important to say. He’s not particularly smart. Still, because of Facebook, he has a bigger voice than our last president.

This morning I watched a few minutes of an Adam Savage video. He was touring the preserved shop of his dead coworker Grant Imahara. He was wearing a shirt that had “#justicenerd” printed on it. That ended whatever pleasure I got from his channel.

I looked the tag up, and it’s about approval-craving nerdy people grandstanding for “social justice.” Presumably, Savage will be fist-pumping when people like me are rounded up by leftist goons. I like watching Youtube partly because it’s an escape from the Beast’s politics, but he even pops up in tool videos. It will be hard to enjoy watching Adam Savage, knowing he hates me.

It’s too bad Christians can’t unplug and go away right now instead of waiting, but where would you go, and what would you do? You would have to pay all your bills using the mail. You would have to go to your bank in person every week. You would have to call or visit people every time you needed to communicate with them. In many areas, people are required to have computers in order for their children to participate in public schooling. What would your kids do? And shopping would be a nightmare. Imagine being limited to the tiny selection of overpriced things local businesses sell.

It would be like having no phone in 1990.

Maybe the Mark of the Beast will be proof you’re entitled to Internet access. That would make a lot of sense. It’s definitely not a vaccine or a tracking chip.

Oddly, Satan’s children are eagerly working to produce a type of outcome God is working to produce reluctantly. In heaven, there will be no protests or sexual perversion. There will be no environmentalist extremists. There will be no one who doesn’t worship Jesus. There will be no socialism or feminism. The works of the children of darkness will not exist, and the children themselves will be locked away forever, without names, never mentioned. Without influence. Irrelevant. Like trees falling in a far-off forest.

There is always symmetry in the supernatural.

If there were an Uber I could call to take me to heaven, I would be on the phone right now. The world will never be any more hospitable to people like me than it is right now. Today is worse than January 1, and the next January 1 will be worse than today.

I’m Practically a Tarantino Character

To my perhaps everlasting disgrace, I took until today to finish assembling my new AR-15.

I started ordering parts in January. White Oak Armament said they could have an upper in my hands in something like two months. I no longer recall the exact figure. Over the ensuing weeks, the date kept falling backward, suggesting the White Oak people were putting people in front of me. Either that, or they were having problems getting parts and materials. The upper finally arrived in late June!

I can’t recall whether I’ve blogged about the upper, so here I go. I went with .204 Ruger. I know, I can hear readers shaking their heads. “Too small for burglars! Too small for deer! Too big for squirrels!”

I got it for things like coyotes and coons, okay? I admit, I’ve only shot one coon here, and I shot it in the head with a .22 pistol while it was trapped in a cage. But I figured I would shoot more stuff. Also, I thought .204 Ruger would be nice for target practice at ranges up to maybe 400 yards. It’s a nice, accurate round, and ammunition is…was…relatively cheap.

Maybe it was a stupid idea. I just like .204 Ruger.

I got a 22″ stainless fluted barrel with a threaded muzzle and a very nice M-Lok handguard. They put a flash hider on it, too. I don’t think I paid for that. The fluting cost me $110, and it probably saved me half an ounce of weight, but it looks cool.

Of course, I bought a pricey Gucci lower, right? No. Lowers were hard to come by, and a good price on a fairly ordinary one popped up, so I pounced. I got a plain old Anderson Industries lower. I am no expert, but I think the people who spring for expensive lowers are probably the same people who get American Express black cards just so other people will see them when they use them to pay for overpriced pants at Duluth Trading Company. The lower I bought appears to be very, very well made, and Anderson makes the same lowers for status brands. I don’t know how an expensive lower can make a gun run better. If you want your gun to run better, buy something other than an AR-15. Isn’t that the cheapest, most effective step?

I wanted a lower with no forward assist, or as I would call it, no “shell jammer.” When a shell doesn’t want to go into your chamber, in what conceivable world is forcing it a good move?

The trigger was pretty pooptastic, but that’s milspec for you. It’s to be expected.

I decided to put a LaRue MBT-2S straight bow trigger in it. This is a sister to the triggers I put in my other AR’s. The pull is a bit heavy, but it’s a top-quality trigger. It seemed to me that putting a 1-pound trigger in a gun I wanted to use for hunting was not smart, even if a hair trigger produced better accuracy.

I also got an “Adaptive Tactical EX Performance Adjustable MILSPEC Stock w/ Buttpad,” as the confirmation email reads. This is an inexpensive buttstock with a very nice pad on it. I have one on my .223 AR. I have one I plan to put on my LR-308. Milspec AR-15 buttstocks dig a hole in your shoulder when fired prone, and the Fuddly buttstock that came with the LR-308 is heavy, ugly, hard, and non-adjustable. You can get expensive buttstocks for AR guns, but I don’t know if there is any point. I shoot about 0.5 MOA with the factory stock on my RPR, and everyone hates that stock. I don’t think the stock makes much difference unless you’re a super-precision shooter. I mean, 0.5 MOA is pretty good by most people’s standards. I think that if you can shoot a gun that well, you can do just about anything it was ever designed to do.

I still need a sling and a doodad to attach a swivel to the handguard, so I have ordered these things.

I had a 4-14x Primary Arms scope on my other AR-15, but back when BLM and Antifa were really raging, I put a mid-range red dot on that gun so I would have one more gun I could use in a zombie situation. Now the Primary Arms is on the .204. It’s very, very nice for ranges under 500 yards. It’s no Nightforce, but then the .204 Ruger doesn’t shoot very far, so expensive glass seems wasteful to me.

I had to find .204 magazines. You can use .223/5.56 magazines for .204 Ruger, but you may have feed problems. I got some 10-round aluminum mags made for this round.

I’m hoping to get accuracy that beats my regular old AR-15. I like accuracy. If I can get below 1 MOA consistently at 100 yards, I will be as happy as a clam. If I can get close to that at longer distances, so much the better.

Ammunition is now the problem. I have a pretty decent amount of Fiocchi varmint ammo, which is pretty good, but I don’t know when I’ll be able to replace it at any price. Maybe I should be brave and shoot a box every couple of months.

With this gun, in my area, I should be able to kill anything that walks. We don’t seem to get deer or bears here. Everything else is smaller.

I would love to use this gun on squirrels, and I may do it. The season is nearly here. Dissolving a squirrel at 150 yards would be satisfying.

Today, in addition to installing the trigger, I used Mobil aircraft grease to lube everything that should be lubed. I also used Hornady One Shot and a Boresnake on the barrel. There isn’t much left to be done.

I hope I get around to shooting. Marriage and trips damaged my enthusiasm this year.

I wish I could go back to Altus Shooting and take another rifle course. To do that, I would need a lot of good 6.5mm ammo. I have cheap 1-MOA FMJ, and I have the makings for a lot of precision hunting cartridges, but I have very little match target ammo. I would like to redeem myself after showing up for the first course with a badly chosen gun and malfucntioning scope. I did fine, which was miraculous, but an RPR and a Vortex Viper would have made me look much better.

Maybe I should consider a better .223 barrel for my other AR-15. The one I have is good, but it’s not White Oak Armament, and I wonder if a high-end barrel would make it shoot better. The ammo I have is highly regarded, so I don’t think I can blame it. The last time I shot the gun, the old buttstock started gouging me, so I quit. I got the scope zeroed and then shot 4 groups. The first three were not much worse than 1 MOA, and the 4th, which I shot after the pain started, opened up. I don’t know whether the pain, the barrel, or the difficulty of shooting a gas gun well did me in. I should have shot more after changing the buttstock.

Maybe I shouldn’t complain about shooting well enough to hope to kill a coon at 200 yards, but where is the fun in shooting if you don’t keep trying to improve?

I also broke down and bought a new Gerber knife. I know. Gerber. But hear me out.

I realize Gerber is not what it once was, but they still make a few neat things. One is the Gerber Gator II lockblade knife in 154CM. This is what I bought.

I have two Gerber Gators in 420HC steel, which is a cheap steel that both sharpens and dulls quickly. But for the softness of the steel, these are great knives, which is why I have two. Sharpening a knife is not a long job for me, and these knives are very tough and comfortable to use, and they cost very little. I don’t carry them any more, but I used to. They were okay.

The Gator II I bought is similar to the Gators I have, but the steel is better. My first good knife was a Gerber in 440C stainless. About 35 years ago, I used it to whittle on an oak stick for about an hour, and when I was done, I was amazed to see it would still shave hairs. These days, 440C is considered somewhat outmoded. You can spend a lot on fancy new steels and get way better performance. You can also spend a little, but not much, more on 154CM and get considerably better performance. This steel is made by a company called Crucible, and while it may not be the latest and greatest, it should outperform 440C, which is similar to it, and bury 420HC.

The new knife has a big rubbery handle, and it seems pretty solidly made. I thought it would be nice to have something I wasn’t afraid to use for things that would threaten the beauty of my higher-end knives. I guess that’s silly, but there it is.

I paid $50 for the knife. For comparison purposes, you pretty much have to spend twice that much to get a really neat steel, unless you come across a bargain, like the $87 Cold Steel Swift in CTS-XHP I found on Ebay. I think it will turn out to be a great buy, and if I lose it or break it, I’ll get over it fast.

I thought I might get out and shoot today. Looks like that won’t happen, so I’ll walk instead, armed with a knife, pistol, and rifle. God bless America and the freedoms he gave us. They may be gone soon, but today I will indulge.

Plus Disease Updates

I thought I married a woman. In reality, I married a bathtub.

Rhodah’s stay at her previous lodgings came to an end this week, and now we are renting a sort of townhouse in Lusaka. The major bonuses in my eyes: more room, a nicer home, a good location, and security. The only thing that matters to Rhodah: a bathtub with hot water on demand. It seems like it’s very hard to catch her out of the tub.

Until recently, she was sharing student housing with some other law students, and their home had no hot water. They had a water heater, which they call a geyser (pronounced “geezer”), and they had a tub, but the water heater probably hasn’t worked since Cecil Rhodes installed it. She had to heat water herself, put it in buckets, and use it to wash. I used to tell her to get a new one. I was happy to pay, even though the apartment was rented. Couldn’t get her to do it.

I just tried to call her, and of course, a bath was in the works. She says she will call me when she is finished. I don’t know if that means one hour or three hours.

I imagine this behavior will continue for at least two weeks. Women love their tubs, and she has been deprived for a long time. She says her skin falls off when she uses a tub. Apparently showers don’t exfoliate everyone.

As for me, I really think I have coronavirus. My symptoms are down to almost nothing, but I am not 100%.

Let’s recap. I started out with a brief spell of unusually foul diarrhea, with mild nausea, combined with a sore throat. Then I got mild joint pain and a good case of sinusitis, and things accumulated in my nose and sinuses all day. Then that pretty much went away, and I had several days during which I felt faint. Yesterday was the last one. During much of the nose-harvesting stage of the illness, I got very sleepy relatively early in the day, but I didn’t feel faint or weak.

A couple of days back, I noticed that food didn’t taste right. I haven’t lost my sense of taste or smell, but some things just taste wrong, and when I’m not eating, I have a metallic taste in my mouth. It’s hard to taste certain flavors.

The sore throat was strange. At times I felt as though my throat had been burned. Drinking acidic beverages wasn’t fun. I also had periods during which my throat was very dry for no apparent reason.

I passed two PCR tests, and my thermometer has never gotten up to 98 degrees, so not everything points to coronavirus. On the other hand, taken as a whole, the symptoms don’t point to anything else.

Today my strength and energy are good, so I assume I am moving into a new phase.

I can’t help feeling that ivermectin helped. Three times, I felt a lot better several hours after taking it. I felt worse when I stopped. It’s not like I did a study, but you don’t necessarily have to test 10,000 patients in order to learn something. At the beginning of the 20th century, we had all sorts of highly effective medicines and treatments we still use, and they didn’t come from studies. The discovery of penicillin came from a guy looking at dirty culture dishes. Without a study, I learned I can’t tolerate even tiny amounts of caffeine. I learned that 1/8 of the normal dose of Prozac drove me around the bend and caused bizarre symptoms for weeks after I quit taking it. I didn’t have to compile statistics. It was obvious.

Whatever I have, it’s not going to be a problem. It’s pretty unusual to get a disease, have mild symptoms, recover almost completely, and then die. And I don’t consider dying to be a bad thing.

I confess I’m not wearing a mask in stores. If PCR tests can’t detect the virus in me, what are the odds I’m spreading it? Maybe I’m being irresponsible, though.

I will say this for myself: I rarely go out, and I don’t stand close to people because I’m a normal American in a rural area.

Something great happened today. One of my favorite Youtube guys posted a video. He calls himself Brother Grahame. No one watches him. Every so often, he puts up a video in which he relays what he thinks is a word from God.

He had a long dry spell, as have most of my other favorites. Today he posted a video delivering helpful advice for people who think the rapture is coming yet don’t know what to do.

It boils down to this: repent. Consecrate yourself. He put it this way: if you knew the rapture were coming in 10 days, what would you do? You already know, so do it. Quit watching garbage. Give up the recurrent sins you think don’t matter. Spend time with God.

I thought it was great. Much better than what Joel Osteen is probably saying right now. Let me guess. “Live your best life. Believe in yourself. Keep sending me and my wife money.” Tony Robbins should sue him.

I saw another neat video a couple of days back. My favorite Messianic rabbi, Zev Porat, shot down a revered rabbinic tradition. He also exposed the dangerous holes in the education of a respected rabbi who was unfamiliar with the Bible, preferring secondary sources like the Zohar and the Talmud, which are full of gossip.

He went to the Western Wall, intending to talk to Jews. A rabbi confronted him and threatened him with violence, including death. It was shocking, really, Ordinarily, I associate that kind of behavior with Islam, but it does happen in Judaism. Christians have pretty much given it up. He told Porat he would start a riot if he didn’t leave, and it would have been a pretty one-sided riot, with only one person on Porat’s side. He also told him he could have him killed.

This is pretty extreme. Rich Wilkerson had secret meetings about me and tried to discredit me to other Christians, his son preached ignorant messages which were clearly intended to refute things I said, and Albert Santiago the child rapist told people to shun me and threw a screaming fit in his church’s parking lot while attempting to interrogate one of my best friends. That’s about all the persecution I’ve experienced. No one has threatened to kill me yet, except for my sister, and that had nothing to do with doctrine.

In America, Christians still are not threatening to kill each other. Even BLM isn’t there yet. It’s just Antifa and a few Muslim nuts at this point.

By the way, leftist violence has not stopped. The press has simply decided to ignore it. An Antifer recently pulled a pistol and shot someone he disagreed with in Portland. Like most Antifa cowards, he was covered in black from head to toe to escape responsibility for his filthy behavior, but he was caught on video, and he has been identified and arrested.

He’s an unlikely outlaw and gun owner. He’s a wimpy, effeminate leftist. He’s simultaneously skinny and fat. He has a gut, combined with long, spindly limbs and no muscle tissue. He didn’t shoot to protect himself. People were running around sort of randomly, and he took out a pistol and fired, with poor technique, at some people who were out of the frame. He didn’t warn anyone. It looks like he did it just for the fun of hurting someone.

That’s how riots work. They are driven by sadism. You’re there because you want to cause other people pain and make them feel powerless, so you dance in and out like Floyd Mayweather, inflicting injuries, running away, inflicting injuries, running away…it has nothing to do with winning battles or advancing causes. It’s all about the pleasure of hurting and humiliating others.

Back to Porat. He challened the rabbi. He started discussing the traditional prohibition on combining milk and meat. He said it was not in the Bible. The rabbi agreed to let him stay where he was if he could prove it.

Porat turned to the passage that says Jews are forbidden to boil a kid in its mother’s milk. The rabbi got all excited, thinking he had won. Then Porat pointed out the context. He said it was in part of the word that concerned pagan practices. He said boiling a kid in its mother’s milk was something pagans did as part of their religion. It wasn’t like eating a pig, which is expressly forbidden in the dietary laws.

You can check for yourself. Here is Exodus 23:19, which appears in a list of required Jewish religious practices as well as prohibitions concerning heathen religious practices: “The first of the firstfruits of thy land thou shalt bring into the house of the Lord thy God. Thou shalt not seethe a kid in his mother’s milk.”

It’s also in Exodus 34:26, which occurs in the same basic context: “The first of the firstfruits of thy land thou shalt bring unto the house of the Lord thy God. Thou shalt not seethe a kid in his mother’s milk.

If you Google around, you will find that the Canaanites liked to boil a kid in its mother’s milk in order to assure a good harvest. Like ancient Christians and even modern Christians, ancient Jews had a habit of taking up idolatry in order to conform to the nature of the people around them.

Porat asked the rabbi if Abraham was righteous, and the rabbi said he was. Porat then turned to a passage which showed Abraham serving milk and meat…to God himself!

I’m not a Jew, so I don’t spend a lot of time thinking about kashrut when I read the Bible. It had never occurred to me to go over the details of Abraham’s meal and compare it to Jewish tradition, so I never noticed what he served. Now that I’ve seen it, it’s very obvious, and it’s shocking that the issue isn’t better known.

You have to see it for yourself. It’s part of Genesis 18.

And the Lord appeared unto him in the plains of Mamre: and he sat in the tent door in the heat of the day;

And he lift up his eyes and looked, and, lo, three men stood by him: and when he saw them, he ran to meet them from the tent door, and bowed himself toward the ground,

And said, My Lord, if now I have found favour in thy sight, pass not away, I pray thee, from thy servant:

Let a little water, I pray you, be fetched, and wash your feet, and rest yourselves under the tree:

And I will fetch a morsel of bread, and comfort ye your hearts; after that ye shall pass on: for therefore are ye come to your servant. And they said, So do, as thou hast said.

And Abraham hastened into the tent unto Sarah, and said, Make ready quickly three measures of fine meal, knead it, and make cakes upon the hearth.

And Abraham ran unto the herd, and fetcht a calf tender and good, and gave it unto a young man; and he hasted to dress it.

And he took butter, and milk, and the calf which he had dressed, and set it before them; and he stood by them under the tree, and they did eat.

Notice: he served beef, butter, and milk, together. To God himself. The Jewish God.

How about that?

It sounds pretty good. I like beef fried in butter, with a potato buried in sour cream. Of course, potatoes come from the New World, so Abraham didn’t have that option.

Needless to say, the rabbi was dumbfounded, and Porat was not beaten or driven off.

Apparently, some rabbis have noticed the contradiction. One argument they make is that milk was served first, which would be permissible. Unfortunately, there is no indication of that in the text, and it says, “he set it before them,” meaning both beef and dairy items. There is no indication that he served milk and butter first, and besides, who would drink milk and eat butter while letting beef get cold? It’s not credible.

Another explanation is even stranger: Abraham created a special calf which could be eaten with milk. Really? He was trying to get the most important guests imaginable to sit and wait for food, and he wandered off and used magic to create a calf instead of getting the food ready quickly? Why?

Maimonides, who has been shown to be wrong about other things, claims the visitors were angels, and that it was permissible for angels to eat meat with milk. Well, Abraham didn’t address them as angels. He said, “My Lord.” The Bible says, “The Lord said to Abraham.” The word translated “Lord” is Yahweh. Is Yahweh an angel?

You really have to twist the text to get away from the obvious meaning.

Why does Porat do things like this? I can’t speak for him, but I know he shocks religious Jews with their ignorance of the Bible. Secondary sources are everything to them, just as they are to Catholics and Mormons. He also likes to show them how the word conflicts with the traditions of men.

It’s encouraging to watch these videos. Through Porat, God is showing Abraham’s children how they have been disinformed and kept in the dark. It helps them see the truth. He says many, many people in Israel secretly believe in Yeshua now. They just keep it quiet for obvious reasons. People, including black-clad religious Jews, email him and other Messianic ministers all the time, asking for materials and instruction.

Until recently, I thought it was no good for a Jew or anyone else to believe secretly, because the word says that if anyone denies Jesus before men, he will deny him before the Father, consigning them to hell. Now I think I was wrong. Keeping quiet is not the same thing as denying. A denial is proactive. Silence is passive. It’s not an act. I think Jews and former Muslims who take a “don’t ask, don’t tell” approach should be fine, as long as they never cross the line into denying Jesus.

Heathens love pressuring people to deny Jesus. It’s a very big deal to them, because they serve Satan, and they know that to deny Jesus is to be damned. The Vikings used to torture people to make them deny Jesus. Socialists have done it, too. Lots of pagans have done it. Paul had believing Jews imprisoned and killed by the Jewish authorities, and the Jews of his time beat and threatened Jews who evangelized, just as Porat has been threatened and assaulted. Muslims crucify Christians today, hoping to get them to recant. The Mark of the Beast will be a public renunciation of Jesus, and the Bible says people who take it will be lost. That means the Democrats and worldly Republicans will be coercing people to give up salvation, which is “Yeshua” in the Hebrew language.

Pretending to believe something because you’re afraid is not really believing. If you threatened to burn me at the stake, I would tell you I was certain Joe Biden was an avocado if you wanted. It wouldn’t mean I believed it. You can’t go to God and say, “I believed what the rabbis told me because I was afraid of them.” You can only say you pretended to believe.

I keep hoping the rapture comes soon, because I don’t like this world at all, but because I don’t have certainty, I have to continue living and attending to various responsibilities. Rhodah and I have to keep working on a green card. We have to think about a possible future together here.

This week, a stranger came up to her and started prophesying. He said she was newly married. He said God had given her a good man who loved her a great deal. That all sounded great. Then he said God was going to give her twins.

Twins! Oh, boy. If God wants to give us twins, may it be so, and I will be grateful. May his will be done, always. But wow. Twins?

Needless to say, we are praying for God to let us know if the prophecy is correct. Rhodah thinks it’s great. I am unnerved by the prospect of going from no babies to two babies, instantly.

We are working on her green card. We haven’t even finished the forms. It’s a lot of work, and her information just changed because of her move.

England now says she can visit. We’ll see if it’s true or just another European lie. Other countries pretended to welcome Zambians and then proved they actually wanted to keep them out. They made excuses, pretending they thought a married woman with an expensive ring and an American husband with assets was likely to stay in their countries illegally. Some countries, including America, claimed Zambians could visit, but then they made it impossible to apply for visas.

I doubt their sincerity.

A few weeks back, she heard an audible voice say, “October 26th.” We are wondering what that’s about. Was it a demon, spreading confusion? Was it God, telling us when we would be together again? I don’t put a lot of credence in it. It’s October 7th. We would have a hard time even getting back to Turkey in 19 days. America and desirable European destinations seem as unlikely as Mars.

I haven’t been able to attach any significance to the date. It’s not a Christian or Jewish holiday.

Now that my strength is returning, I feel the familiar urge to get out and walk a long distance. I guess I’ll get on it after lunch.