The Key is to be Enthusiastic About It

I decided to load up on pharmaceuticals today.

While I was in Turkey, I developed a sore throat. This happened shortly before I was due to take a PCR test to determine whether I would be allowed to fly home to the US. Something similar happened on my recent Egypt trip. I got a cold. Both times, I was concerned that I might get stuck in a hotel in a foreign country while coronavirus ran its course. I was also concerned that I might take a long time to get over the bug. Extending a foreign trip can be fun, but after a month or so, it would be less fun.

Obviously, I passed both times. I am here in my gun room, typing away.

Does this mean I didn’t get coronavirus? Maybe not. In spite of inexplicable, delusional MSM articles calling the PCR test “highly accurate,” in fact, reputable sources (not Mike Lindell or Alex Jones) claim the reverse is true. Some analysts have found false-negative rates as high as 67%.

I’m pretty sure I did not get covid in Egypt, because all I had was a runny nose. In Turkey, things were different. Things started much as they had in early 2020, when I got a mystery ailment with symptoms consistent with covid. I started out with foul-smelling diarrhea that didn’t last long. Then I felt nausea. Then I got a sore throat and a low fever. Then I got thick nasal discharge, which is still with me. In 2020, I had conjunctivitis, similar diarrhea, brief nausea and vomiting, a runny nose that persisted for a long time, and a dry cough coupled with sharp but mild chest pains.

In Turkey, I wondered if I had strep. I don’t think I did, because nausea and diarrhea are not common with strep, and they’re common with coronavirus.

In 2020 and on my Turkey trip, I got very strange diseases which could have been covid but didn’t seem to be anything else, based on my layman’s scrutiny of Internet symptom lists.

I took ivermectin before leaving for Istanbul. I expected to take more in Turkey. I had my wife pick up tablets in Africa, and I told her to bring some for me so I could avoid depleting my American stash of horse paste. She misunderstood me and left them behind, so by the time I got sick, I had been off ivermectin for maybe 10 days. People who push ivermectin for coronavirus prevention claim you only need one dose per month. Whether that’s true or not, I don’t know, and for that matter, I don’t know if ivermectin helps even when administered as directed by my fellow fringe nuts.

Following guidelines provided by actual doctors who treat coronavirus patients, I’ve been taking ivermectin every day for several days. They recommend a 5-day course for active cases. Today is my last day. Hope I don’t drop dead tomorrow.

Yesterday, based on my travel problems and the general craziness of today’s world, I decided I should pick up a few disaster medications. Shortages are everywhere, the Revelation promises more plagues, and it’s not always easy to get to a doctor, especially when you’re traveling.

I ordered more ivermectin, amoxicillin, metronizadole, azithromycin, and doxycycline.

How did I get the antibiotics without prescriptions? I did it the same way I got the ivermectin. I took the veterinary route for most. You can get all sorts of prescription medications that way, and the prices are nice and low because malpractice lawyers haven’t managed to wreak havoc on the cost of veterinary medicines.

I already have enrofloxacin (a ciprofloxacin relative) and something called ronidazole. I picked these up for Marvin. Enrofloxacin is not approved for humans, and it belongs to a family of drugs which can cause tendon damage and severe nightmares, so I am not planning on using it, but Marv or some other pet might need it in our dystopian future, so I’m keeping it. Ronizadole is considered dangerous for people, so it will also stay in my pet-medicine stash.

I plan to pick up a few more things. I’m considering antifungals.

Ciprofloxacin is a preferred drug for treating anthrax, which is a popular biological weapon. Because cipro is so scary, doxycycline, the other preferred drug, looks better to me.

Despite the dishonest MSM hubbub, there is no ivermectin supply crisis. It may be hard to find locally for some people, but you can still get it online for under $8 per tube. Nobody’s horse is going to die because you or I buy a few tubes, and if horses do die, I don’t care, because people are more important.

Reader Ed Bonderenka alerted me to a different ivermectin preparation. Apparently, ivermectin penetrates skin, so you can apply it externally. Drug companies sell very inexpensive topical drenches.

I don’t know how safe these products are for people. A cow has very thick skin, so it may be that drenches are made very strong in order to get through it. Don’t ask me. Interesting alternative, though.

Taking a drench internally looks like a bad idea. You would have to drink 2 ml of isopropyl alcohol with every dose. Alcohol is part of the product.

I’m strongly tempted to drive to Tractor Supply and grab a vial of injectable penicillin for $18. They don’t sell oral preparations, but there is no reason why you can’t measure out the injectable stuff and swallow it. What if I have strep? Penicillin would probably help.

Or I could just drive to an urgent care doc-in-the-box like a normal person.

There is something appealing about off-the-grid medical care, though, as long as I’m not wading into the deep end. I’m not transplanting lungs or doing heart bypasses.

Playing amateur doctor when I don’t really need to is not the point here, even though I do it sometimes. The purpose of snapping up a few medications is to prepare me and the people I know for times in which we have to be our own pharmacies.

Maybe I should also stock up on loperamide (Imodium), famotidine (acid blocker), ibuprofen, antibiotic ointment, bandages, topical antiseptics, swabs, tape, gauze, vitamins, and whatever else intelligent people keep on hand during apocalypses.

I guess it would be smart to stock up on toiletries, too. That 3-in-1 shower goo is a big convenience. Shampoo, wash, and shave, without getting out of the shower or leaving hairs and dried shaving cream on the sink, and it doesn’t leave soap scum behind.

Should I grab a few ladies’ products? I’m in the dark there. I can ask Rhodah and order a bale of them on Ebay.

Costco says toilet paper may disappear again soon, so I may add to my monumental collection, along with more paper towels. Walmart’s high-end towels seem like a real bargain.

Batteries. Obvious.

Okay; I paused and ordered a few more things. For a couple of hundred dollars, I got enough antibiotics to provide a measure of protection for two or maybe three people. I could never have persuaded a doctor to give me this stuff. One online vendor even threw in two Cialis tablets, which, let me stress, I did not ask for. That stuff scares me.

I’m leaning toward buying dry disaster food, although I think the only real answer is to grow things. It would cost a lot of money to buy food for 6 months, and it would take up a lot of room. When it ran out, my wife and I would be right back where we started. Until now, my plan has been to have enough food for one month, eat it, and then die without complaining.

In case anyone cares, the Florida coronavirus spike is over. The press is not talking much about it, because the end of a spike doesn’t make Ron DeSantis look bad. They’re also not talking about Florida-style spikes that have, and are, taking place in blue states. When a spike hits a red state with a governor who may run for president, it’s proof Republicans are idiots. When a spike hits a blue state, it’s a mystery. Which probably proves Republicans are idiots.

I’m wondering what will happen. Will the end of the wave of spikes also be the end of coronavirus as a major epidemic, or will the virus find a way to come back and keep biting us in the butt?

One thing is for sure: whatever happens will prove we need more government control, more socialism, and confiscation of wealth. You can bank on that. Democrats believed those things were called for before coronavirus ever became a problem.

Will we ever get real vaccines? The ones we have now are terrible; that is indisputable, as the many, many dead “breakthrough” victims could tell you. Will covid turn out to be like AIDS, which is impossible to eradicate? Both diseases are curses which came as rewards for rebellion against God, so maybe both will be with us until God destroys the human race again. Humanity is not going to repent. We’re not going to admit fault or confess that only God can save us. God has no reason to take covid away.

Maybe old people, fat people, sick people, smokers, and people who vote for Democrats will have to live like bubble boys forever.

Now that I think about it, our flu vaccines are also really bad. Smallpox is gone. Polio is gone. The measles are gone. The flu infects millions of us every year.

I can’t tell you how happy I am to be back in Florida. As soon as I found my car at the airport, I put my gun and huge, sharp knife back in my pockets, and I’ve only worn a mask once since I got home. While I was in Turkey, I kept reaching for my right front pocket because I thought I had left my gun in a restaurant or something. At least they let me carry a small Spyderco.

Rhodah and I are trying to get our US visa application submitted today, and after that, we need to start working on visas for another third-country trip. We will probably be apart for quite a while, so another trip will be needed.

Israel is still, predictably, overreacting to covid. Other desirable countries will be cold by the time we are approved to visit. Greece is a good target, and they claim they accept Zambians. Italy is still closed. France could work, if we can convince them Rhodah doesn’t want to squat and collect welfare. That should be easier now that she has visited two countries without trying to stay.

Paris in winter is not that alluring, but it’s warmer than New York. There are warmer destinations in France, so we should have good options.

Biden, or whoever is doing his job, finally faced reality and decided to open America’s borders somewhat wider. I don’t know if it will help Rhodah or not. America does not care about Zambians, so even when a president helps visitors from other countries, Zambians may remain stuck in the pipeline.

I guess all we can do is pray, try to be ready for the rapture, and make earthly plans as well as we can.

Mary Slept Here

Guess it’s time to write some more about our Turkey trip.

I thought it would be strange to go to Turkey and stay in one city the whole time, so I looked for other destinations. I didn’t come up with a whole lot. My understanding is that in Turkey, the main options are Istanbul, the Mediterranean coast, and Cappadocia. After that, I think you find yourself confronted with sites featuring ancient ruins you probably won’t want to travel to see.

Cappadocia is a weird place full of peaks left behind by erosion. The peaks are very small, like 4 stories high. In ancient times, people decided to dig caves in them, so now there is a sort of cave city there. Tourists go and walk around in the caves, and they also, for reasons unknown to me, hire hot air balloons and look at the rock formations from above.

The rock formations are very ugly. No one but me seems to have noticed that.

I didn’t think Cappadocia was worth a long trip from Istanbul, but I mentioned it to Rhodah anyway, and, like me, she did not see the appeal.

I decided to look into Ephesus, which is near the seaside town of Kusadasi. Ephesus used to be a very rich port, but silt kept piling up until it was miles from the sea, and then a malarial swamp developed, killing the inhabitants. In the 290’s BC, a ruler, Lysimachus, built a new city farther toward the coast, and he pressured the Ephesians until they moved there. The temple of Diana stayed behind, at the original location. Built by Alexander in the 320’s, the temple we know today is older than the ruined city Rhodah and I visited.

Obviously, Ephesus is where Paul’s Ephesians lived, so it’s of interest to Christians. John is also believed to have lived there, except for a spell in Patmos, after which he returned. There are Catholic stories claiming Mary lived there, but they have no basis in fact.

The ruins of ancient Ephesus are pretty darn ruined due to Turkey’s earthquake problem and the ancients’ unfamiliarity with rebar. A lot of the old buildings there have been re-erected. Archaeologists found things lying on the ground, and they stacked them back on top of each other. Some buildings are in better shape. There is a group of homes called the terrace houses, and while the houses have no roofs, a lot of the walls and floors are still in place, though cracked and distorted.

Ephesus had a library of 12,000 scrolls, and the walls and facade are standing, but the facade was actually found in pieces on the ground. The facade of the building, which is known as the Library of Celsus, is what you will usually see first if you Google photos of Ephesus.

The library was not there when John and Paul were there, so if you go to Ephesus, don’t get all soppy about looking at the same building they saw.

Ephesus was the site of the famous temple of Diana, the remains of which are pretty far from the excavated town. Basically, the temple consists of a column which has clearly been re-erected from random segments found on the ground. You can see the outline of the foundation, and there are a lot of stones, but for centuries, people looted the site in order to avoid quarrying, so there isn’t a lot there.

The temple sits maybe 15 feet below the surrounding area. It appears that silt accumulated and buried it, and archaeologists only dug out the temple’s immediate surroundings. Because it’s so low, it fills in with water in the rainy season.

What I’m getting at is this: it’s not much of a sight. If you go to Turkey, don’t feel bad about skipping it.

We were shown something puzzling in the main town, and I seem to be the only one who understands why it’s puzzling. Here and there, the stone was marked with pizza-shaped graffiti. I mean foot-wide circles divided into eight parts by straight lines. We were told a mark like that was called an ichthus, and that Christians made them.

To me, an ichthus is what we Americans call a Jesus fish. The word “ichthus” means “fish.” In Turkey, it’s different.

The vertical line represents an iota, which, I guess, is the first letter of “ichthus.” The two diagonal lines make a chi, which must be the second letter. The horizontal line turns the circle into a theta. The circle is an omicron, I think. Somehow or other, you can also get a sigma out of the symbol. Iota, chi, theta, omicron, sigma. Ichthus. I am not looking this up, so feel free to correct me.

I just checked, and there is no omicron. There is an upsilon, which looks like a Y.

We were told that Christians used graffiti to let each other know they were around, without risking imprisonment and execution. The guide said the ichthus signs were secret messages.

Okay, here is the puzzling part: how do you make a big, complex symbol on stone in the middle of a city without attracting attention?

If I knelt to make an ichthus on a marble paving stone in the middle of a street, I would make a lot of noise for quite a while, and people would notice me kneeling there. You can’t do it without getting caught. Doing it at night wouldn’t help, because people would hear it and yell at you for keeping them awake. Ancient times were very quiet, so carving stone in the middle of a street would be noticed.

I hate to say it this way, but something is fishy here.

That was not deliberate. My puns are better than that.

I mistakenly thought Rhodah and I paid for a “private” tour of Ephesus and related sites, but it turned out we were part of a four-person group. The others were a Romanian woman who married a Turk, and her half-Turkish son. She spoke no English, even though we specified English when we paid, and neither did her son. Because of this, we had to hear everything twice.

They were very nice, but it was disturbing to see this woman and her adolescent son smoking cigarettes together whenever they got the chance.

It reminded me of Eastern Kentucky.

We couldn’t get an Ephesus tour without a tour of Mary’s House. This is ridiculous shrine up on a mountain. The claim is that John looked after Mary there. There is no tomb because Hellenistic churches (Orthodox and Catholic) have a baseless teaching that Mary was assumed into heaven, and also because, hello, Mary never lived there. She lived in Jerusalem.

The “house” is about the size of a large garden shed. We had to wait to be allowed to pass through, because they only let groups of 4 or fewer in. We walked into a closet-sized room with an altar, and then there was another room about the same size, and then we were out. I looked around to make sure we hadn’t gone the wrong way.

If Mary’s House had an air conditioner, a 5,000-BTU unit would be more than ample. It’s that small.

Outside, they had a row of taps where people could collect water from a holy spring. I was glad to see this, because my hands were a little grimy.

Christians and even Muslims go to the house and hope to receive miracles. They drink the water and rub it on themselves. I just wanted to get road filth off my hands.

I don’t like fake religious sites, and I don’t like seeing people kiss and rub stones or drink plain old spring water, hoping God will finally notice them and help them out. If your church is so weak your best hope of help is a 0.00001% chance that idolizing a rock or a fake bone from a saint’s arm will bring you relief, your church is wrong, wrong, wrong.

Muslims have a very odd view of Jesus, by the way. They venerate him as a prophet, and they also believe he was wrong about nearly everything. They treat him the way nearly all Catholics treat the pope.

We also saw the Basilica of St. John, which is a big, ruined church. They say John’s remains are under it, and it is conceivable that they are. They have to be somewhere, after all.

Our hotel was in Kusadasi, at the base of a hill, next to the sea. It was beautiful, but not the greatest hotel.

I’m not sure, but I think Germans have a strong connection to Turkey, and I suspect the hotel we stayed at–the Korumar Deluxe–belongs to a German company. It was full of Germans.

Americans like hotels built for individualists. We like square footage, nice bedclothes, and good food prepared to order. Germans, on the other hand, are more like geese which move in tightly packed flocks. Maybe this is why they invented goose-stepping. They are more in tune with the ordered, Spartan life.

Our hotel had rows upon rows of small, identical rooms. The rooms had no tubs. Each bed had only one sheet and one thin cotton blanket too small for the mattress. There was no complimentary bar soap; they had a men’s-room-type dispenser by the sink and in the shower, and the shower soap was also supposed to cover shampooing and conditioning.

Rhodah was not happy. She wanted another sheet, plus something resembling a real comforter. She complained, and they brought a second blanket just like the first one. She complained again, saying it was too small. They nodded and brought a third one…just like the other two.

I paid for the all-inclusive plan, because it didn’t add much to the bill and might save us trouble getting food. I learned the restaurants served meals during certain time windows, and we needed to be sure we got to our seats while the buffets were running.

The food was sort of okay, but I would call it institutional. The croissants were not croissants, and they seemed to contain no butter. The steam pans were full of casserole-y items which appeared to be made from inexpensive cuts of meat. At breakfast, the scrambled eggs contained no milk, and they were scrambled until they had the consistency of apple sauce. They sat in water that had drained from them. The orange juice was neither orange nor juice. It was like something a summer camp would serve if the proprietor couldn’t make himself spring for real Tang.

The salads and desserts were not bad, however.

On the second night, we decided to eat in town. I asked the desk clerk to recommend a seafood place, and I instructed him to pick a good one, not one that belonged to the brother of the hotel’s owner. He sent us to the Kazim Usta, a waterfront place in the marina.

The restaurant was magnificent. It was cheap. It had a wide variety of dishes. Everything was cooked beautifully; better than I would have expected in America, where proper fried calamari doesn’t exist. The service was friendly and skillful. The location could not have been better.

I think we paid about $30, including drinks. Wonderful.

We got up and walked through Kusadasi’s bazaar. The shops I liked best had signs saying, “Genuine Fake Watches.” They weren’t quite as naggy as the Istanbul shops.

We picked up some costume bracelets for Rhodah. Stone beads are a big thing in Turkey. The shop owner had a long conversation with us. Like us, he knows our governments’ coronavirus tactics are about control, not disease prevention. Believe it or not, a lot of Turks refuse to take the vaccines. They don’t trust them. They also know the world is going crazy. It’s not just right-wing American Christians who see the writing on the wall.

I’ll provide some advice now.

If you want to go to Istanbul and branch out to other parts of Turkey, do not rent a car before you leave America. It will cost 4 times as much as doing it in Turkey via Rentalcars.com, which generally throws in insurance in case you break something. Stay away from companies like Hertz and Enterprise. They will charge you like a tourist.

Don’t rent a car in Istanbul unless you plan to take a long trip outside the city. You will probably have to pick it up at the airport, which means an expensive 60-90-minute trip just to get the car. If you manage to pick it up near your hotel, which will probably be in Sultanahmet, you will have a fine time navigating the narrow, twisted, busy streets, and you won’t be able to park.

The time you think you will save by driving instead of going through security and flying to another city will evaporate fast, and it will turn out that flying doesn’t take much longer.

If you’re planning to spend a fair number of days touring around, renting and driving may make sense.

Turkish drivers are relatively sane. They drive better than people in Miami, which isn’t saying much. There has never been a Cuban F1 driver, and there never will be. On the driving-skill chart, they are just above Chinese people.

Anyway, you can drive in Turkey without problems, but maybe you shouldn’t.

If you want to see the sights near Kusadasi, look into individual trips instead of packing everything into one tour. We wasted over an hour on Mary’s phony house. I’ll bet you can hire a guide who will only take you where you want.

Don’t take a long day tour unless you have to, because they will give you bad food. We were told we would get a wonderful lunch in a Turkish restaurant, but we got dubious buffet food in steam tables. Obviously, the guide had a deal with a bad restaurant, and the owner knew he didn’t have to make good food because his guests had no choice.

Never, ever eat at a buffet in Turkey. There is no excuse for it. You are literally better off skipping a meal entirely and finding a real restaurant later than eating the glop they provide at buffets.

Don’t get an all-inclusive plan in Kusadasi. You’re better off spending three dollars on a cab every time you want food. It’s depressing, watching frugal Germans eating price-driven cafeteria rations.

Finally, if you want a fake watch, make sure it’s a genuine fake watch. There is nothing worse than a counterfeit fake.

That’s all for today. The wife is paging me.

Glimpses of Reality

I had a supernatural experience last night, so I feel I should testify for the benefit of other people.

I’ll lay some groundwork first.

Sometimes I see strange things at night. Some are clearly supernatural, but I’m not sure about others.

Often, especially when praying in tongues, I see things through my closed eyelids. Sometimes a little flash of light will go off, as though a tiny star were appearing for an instant. Once, I saw something like that heading for me, and it entered me. I saw it before it got to me, and I saw it go in. My eyes were closed the whole time. I saw the object, but I never saw myself or the room.

Manifestations like this are supernatural. There is no room for doubt.

I have also had the sensation I could see things around me in my dark bedroom. I would feel I could dimly perceive my dresser or TV, or the light that comes in through the glass panes on the bedroom door. I thought it was possible there was a natural explanation. Maybe old eyes don’t close as tightly as young ones. Maybe I thought my eyes were closed, but they were slightly open at the outer corners.

Last night, I woke up at 3 a.m. I was lying on my back. I prayed. I started getting the feeling I could see things through my eyelids.

I closed my eyes tightly and moved my hands in front of my face. I could see them. I only saw dark shadows, but I was sure I was seeing them. When I moved a hand from side to side, the shadow moved the same way. When I moved it up and down, so did the shadow.

Maybe I was just seeing shadows because the room wasn’t completely dark and light was coming through my eyelids. I needed to find out.

I put my left hand over my eyes and repeated the test with my right hand. I still saw the shadows. I literally saw through my left hand, over and over, in the dark. It was unquestionably true.

To make things weirder, the ability to see through objects wasn’t persistent. Sometimes it went away for short periods, and I couldn’t see anything.

What was happening?

The Holy Spirit provides gifts, listed in the first book of Corinthians. One gift is discerning of spirits. Many people think this means sensing that a person teaching doctrine is inspired by a false spirit. I don’t think so. There is also a gift called the word of knowledge, and it would cover smelling out false doctrine, so why would you need a separate gift? Also, we know that Spirit-filled Christians often see or otherwise perceive supernatural beings and objects with their eyes, and none of the other 8 gifts listed in the Bible cover that, so it would make sense for discernment of spirits to cover it.

I discerned the shadow of my hand; no doubt about it. “Discern” is precisely the correct term.

A long time ago, I fooled with designing 3D video games. A game called Duke Nukem 3D offered a program that allowed people to build virtual gaming arenas. The game itself contained creatures and objects that looked more or less real, but the design program was not like that. It showed an empty, gridded space, and when a person added things, they showed up as frames that looked like they were made of wire. To see the completed game environment, you had to finish the program, and it filled in the frames.

I think the universe works the same way. The natural world is superimposed on the supernatural world. I believe that if I were blind in the natural world yet sighted in the supernatural world, I would still see people and objects, but I would only see their supernatural parts.

In all likelihood, I saw through the veil of the natural world last night.

I believe a person who prays in tongues grows in the spirit and becomes more and more part of the supernatural world. The natural part of him, and its earthly interests, become less important to him. This is how Christians should be. This is why Jesus criticized Peter for savoring the things of man and not the things of heaven. Peter objected the crucifixion, but Jesus knew it had to be allowed to happen.

In the natural, being crucified was a very bad thing. Natural people love their earthly lives. They say stupid things like “YOLO,” they use juvenile terms like, “bucket list,” and they think the fleeting victories they get here are very important. To such a person, being murdered in early adulthood would seem like a catastrophe.

To a man-God living in the supernatural, familiar with the delights of heaven and well aware of the tawdriness and worthlessness of earthly success, crucifixion would look different. It would look like an opportunity to save billions of beloved children from hell, escaping this unpleasant, disappointing world and the problems of the flesh in the bargain.

I think that because I’ve been watering my spirit through prayer in tongues for a long time, my spirit has been growing and overcoming my flesh, like a tree growing in a crack in a granite cliff. A growing tree can shatter rocks and push them aside. I believe this is why Jesus compared the kingdom of heaven to a tree.

I think I see things through my eyelids because my eyelids are flesh, and my spirit is becoming stronger than my flesh. I can close my physical eyes, but I can’t close the eyes of my spirit.

The veil of the temple represented the flesh. Behind it, the holy of holies, where God was present in great power, represented the supernatural realm. Outside was the natural realm. I think God is thinning my veil.

The veil also represents a woman’s hymen. The earth is God’s uterus. We are his unborn babies. When we die, we do what babies do. We go from a world of darkness to a world of light. Why would a baby have to pass through a hymen? Women who have had sex have no hymens. I suppose we have to go through the veil because we were inseminated by God, not men. In the kingdom of heaven, we are probably virgin births.

We say Jesus was born of a virgin, but that’s an oversimplification. Mary was a virgin with respect to men. She was not a virgin with respect to God. He impregnated her. My dad impregnated my mother, and that caused the birth of my body, but no man could impregnate my spirit. Only God could do that.

This is what I feel is coming to me at the moment, so I haven’t sat down and tried to find fault with it.

For years, I’ve felt that my mind was in conflict with the Holy Spirit, striving for control of me. For example, when I’m enjoying the presence of God, it’s hard for me to remember words and use the full power of my reason. I have to stop to think clearly. I suppose it makes sense that if the mind of my spirit would battle my natural mind, the eyes of my spirit would try to subordinate my natural eyes.

I don’t know what the purpose of the gift is. I hope it increases so I can see things clearly instead of looking at shadows.

I suspect that visions take place when our spirit eyes take over. My visions happen when I’m waking up or going to sleep, when my flesh isn’t ready to resist. At such times, it must be easier for my spirit to take control.

I had a vision the other day. My wife and I were in bed. I had been telling her I felt she needed to stop looking at Facebook so much. Everyone knows what it is to feel rejected when a companion chooses to Facebook for long periods instead of talking to the person he or she is with. My wife has looked at Facebook for periods as long an hour when we were in the same room, on our honeymoon.

The vision came as I started to fall asleep. I saw my wife dressed for bed, walking away from me with her back turned to me. She was standing in the bed, but her feet were on the ground. She passed through the bed as though it weren’t there.

Days later, she was in bed with me, dressed the same way. I started caressing her arm, expecting to talk and share affection, and instantly, she sat straight up and started staring at her phone. It was as though she had instantly forgotten I existed. My hand fell off of her. I realized it was exactly what I saw in the vision, except that she was not standing. She was in the same place, facing away, wearing the same things.

I think I may have seen my wife’s spirit in the vision. In real life, her body stayed beside me, but in the vision, her spirit went away from me.

The vision was helpful because when I told her about it, things changed. She started leaving her phone in the hotel when we went out, and it made a tremendous difference. Before she cut back on Facebook, I felt like Patrick Swayze in Ghost, trying to get Demi Moore’s attention.

I know God wants her off Facebook, because he gave her a dream which made it clear, and he gave me a vision. I got off in 2015, if memory serves. Never missed it once. Satan uses Facebook to manipulate people and keep them in his herd.

Before television, people talked to each other, and when television arrived, many people complained bitterly about the way it killed human interaction. Smartphones are much, much worse. No one ever walked down a busy sidewalk, holding a television and staring at it, ignoring friends and loved ones. Go to Youtube. Pick a video of a busy street scene. Choose it at random. You’ll see dozens of pedestrians walking while glued to their phones.

Anyway, it was startling to have a vision and then see it come true the same week.

I guess it will be hard to get to sleep for a day or two, because I will lie in bed covering my eyes and trying to see my hand in front of me.

Make Sure You Wear Your Mosque

I am getting comments from concerned readers. I better tell you what happened.

As some of you have guessed, I poisoned myself while ingesting the dangerous horse medicine ivermectin, washed down with entire six-packs of Pabst Blue Ribbon. I became quite ill and rushed to the hospital, where they were unable to treat me or even get to me. They couldn’t climb over the dunes of dead, maskless, red-hatted bodies that cluttered the grounds.

I had brought my My Pillow with me for comfort, and I rested my head on it in the parking lot and used a Confederate flag for a blanket. I was so sick, it was all I could do to raise my head every fifteen minutes or so to shout racial slurs, vaccine misinformation, and baseless claims of election fraud.

After several hours, I died, but not before giving a blockbuster, amazingly unwitnessed interview with Bob Woodward, who has an uncanny knack of showing up unnoticed at the deathbeds of conservative figures who can’t stand him yet call on him to come hear them refute everything they have ever said and stab everyone they know in the back.

Sobbing, I told him how much I regretted refusing vaccines and encouraging everyone else to do the same, based on my belief that the vaccines were created by Louis Farrakhan in an effort to make white men impotent. I said I regretted these things even though I hadn’t actually done either of them, and I also let him know I had personally shot video of underage Russian prostitutes relieving themselves on mattresses as Donald Trump and Alan Dershowitz looked on while sucking on crack pipes.

Before dying for good, I coded briefly, visited heaven, returned, and gave confirmation to Woodward: God had assured me that all he really cared about was social justice and environmental extremism, and he said everyone who didn’t support Antifa, BLM, and sexual perversion was going to hell. He also said no one would be allowed into heaven without a mask, a vaccine passport, and carbon credits.

This could all be true, or maybe I just spent a couple of weeks in Turkey on my honeymoon.

Rhodah and I stayed in the Sultanahmet area of Istanbul, and we also visited othe seaside city of Kusadasi, which we used as a base for a guided day trip to Ephesus. We enjoyed Turkey a great deal. The Turks turned out to be charming, friendly, helpful people, even when they were not trying to sell us things, which was not much of the time. The food was pretty good, the exchange rate was excellent, the hotel where we spent most of our time started to feel like our home, and by the time we left, we had made a whole bunch of quasi-friends from among the neighborhood entrepreneurs who accosted us regularly.

I’m too sleep-deprived to write much. I left my hotel at 4 a.m. Eastern time on the 24th, and I got to my house at 3 a.m. on the 25th. Since then, I have slept 4 hours.

I also have some sort of respiratory illness. Covid? Who knows? About 5 days ago, I started feeling nausea, and then things progressed to diarrhea and a sore throat. Eventually, I had bone aches, a slight headache, and a stuffy nose. The final insult was the production of large quantities of disgusting substances inside my nose, which had to be harvested several times a day. I am still not completely done with that.

I also had a low fever, but I will never know the temperature, because I could not find my thermometer to pack it. I know I had a fever because I stopped sweating, and then one night I woke up and saw I had started again. That meant the fever had broken.

Of course, I wonder if coronavirus is the problem. I’m having nearly the same symptoms I had early in 2020 after meeting with a bunch of maskless, pre-vaccine, hands-laying Europeans at a religious event. I feel better this time, and I have been spared vomiting, conjunctivitis, and bottomless watery nasal discharge, but other than that, it’s very similar.

Trying to diagnose myself on the web, I can’t find any other diseases that fit the symptoms. Colds, the flu, and strep throat are out.

Just like last time, the digestive problems only lasted a few hours and submitted right away to loperamide pills. Thank goodness for that. Nothing is worse than using public toilets in foreign countries.

Well, actually, that’s probably wrong. America has some of the filthiest toilets on Earth. Georgia and New York, in particular, stand out in my experience. I’ll bet Toilet Duck doesn’t even have brand reps in those states. It would be like paying people to promote pork in Mecca.

In order to reinfiltrate the US, I had to take a PCR test about 3 days back. I was concerned that I might get stuck in Turkey, but I passed. Suspicious, I Googled. I read that for tests performed during the first few days of infections, the false-negative rate is about 2/3. Information like this helps explain why I believe so little of what our overlords and THE SCIENCE tell us. How can tests be useful when they are USUALLY wrong, in the most harmful way possible, when administered during the time when most patients choose to take them?

Incidentally, a PCR test costs $19 in Turkey, and they come to your hotel. Try getting one that cheap in America.

It’s amazing, the transparent idiocy they shovel at us. Here’s another example: we need to wear masks on planes. Ignoring the fact that masks do virtually nothing as worn by the majority of real human beings, why do mask Nazis never mention the constant replacement of airline cabin air? Every time I get on a plane, I am told it’s nearly impossible to get coronavirus while flying. They say all of the air in a plane is replaced every three minutes, so the viruses get shot out into the sky. If that is true (which I doubt), how can an uncomfortable, irritating mask provide an increase in safety which is worth the misery it causes?

United Airlines says the likelihood of getting covid on a plane is something like 0.003%. Or maybe it’s 0.0003%. I forget. Anyway, it’s basically zero, according to them. THE SCIENCE says a real-world mask worn by a typical person may reduce transmission by something like 15 percentage points, meaning the mask reduction is barely perceptible statistical noise compared to the ventilation reduction.

Imagine this. The government says air bags reduce critical accident injuries by–wild guess–75%. Then some scientist finds out placing live scorpions in your underpants raises the protection to 75.02%. Would you pass a law forcing people to use the scorpions?

We have a couple of problems. First, the data THE SCIENCE provides is clearly bogus a lot of the time. For example, a person who falls off a cliff while sick with covid may get put in the “coronavirus death” tally. Second, the policy makers who use THE SCIENCE to tell us what to do are too stupid to understand and make good use of data, even when it isn’t bogus, and they’re also too biased and dishonest to make intelligent rules even when they understand things correctly.

I really hate wearing a mask on a plane. The mask starts to stink before two hours are up, hot air roasts my face, and more hot air shoots upward under my reading glasses, which makes my eyes hurt. The hot air also fogs my glasses, making reading difficult. On a flight that lasts over 10 hours, it’s like one of those loophole torture methods countries use to abuse prisoners of war without violating the Geneva Conventions.

I have learned how to cope. I buy the flimsiest, least effective masks available. I keep an eye on stewardesses, and as soon as they turn their backs, I pull my mask down below my nose. When I see them coming my way, I pull it back up. I think they know I’m doing it, but after dealing with people like me all day for months, they don’t want to get into it with me. When they offer food and drinks, I put them on my tray table and eat and drink unbelievably slowly with no mask. Sometimes I’ll go half an hour, lifting a cup of warm ginger ale to my lips and pretending to sip while my mouth is closed. When that gets dull, I may get up and go stand in the bathroom for 5 minutes with my mask in my pocket.

I learned the slow-eating tip from my friend Mike, who flies more often than I do. Genius.

Another helpful move: taking that darned mask off and fiddling with it for several minutes because it’s just so hard to adjust so it fits the way Papa Joe wants it to.

When all else fails, there’s always, “Mask? Oh, sorry!” Like you didn’t realize it was under your chin. Pull it back up and then wait for your next opportunity to grab more air.

Only amateurs fight with stewardesses. A real master doesn’t resist. It’s like aikido. You look at the natural motions of your attacker and use them against her, to your benefit. You yield and pretend to comply, and by the end of your flight, your face, or at least your nostrils, has been tasting that sweet cabin air at least half of the time.

If you resist, some snippy steward who has a makeup channel on Youtube will smirk and prance while the police drag you down the aisle at his command. You don’t want to go out like that. Remember Ferris Bueller. What would Abe Froman do?

Am I a bad guy for cheating? Well, not according to THE SCIENCE.

A) Everyone on the plane has been tested very recently, assuring that very few infected people are aboard. I am probably not capable of spreading viruses.

B) Everyone on the plane has either been vaccinated or has recovered from coronavirus, and either type of person has a low probability of being infected anew, MULTIPLIED by a sub-1% chance of having severe symptoms.

C) The airlines claim the chance of being infected regardless of immunity and masking is so low it’s essentially zero.

D) Everyone on the plane risks infection every single day, and all of them risked it getting to the airport and breathing the airport’s filthy air and touching its nasty surfaces. Sitting near a vaccinated, tested person with no symptoms should, if THE SCIENCE is to be believed, be one of the least-risky things a traveler will do during his day of flying.

I would also add:

E) General principles, et cetera, et cetera.

All this being said, I do take the disease seriously. I got the Johnson shot. I got a flu shot because I read it was associated with milder covid symptoms, and I tried to get a pneumonia shot for the same reason. I wash my hands all the time. I try not to do anything stupid. I’m not against intelligent precautions. It’s the other kind that get my goat.

Today I got another PCR test. I don’t trust the test I took in Turkey, and if I’ve been infected, the knowledge could be useful. Proof of surviving covid gives you added social credit which might be helpful in some situations. Israel supposedly gives survivors better treatment than vaccine recipients.

Finding out I’m positive would be better than finding out I’m negative. It would tell me I beat covid, and that would make me feel better about possible future bouts.

I just found out antibody tests are available. If I can get one, and if it won’t be skewed by my status as a vaccine recipient, I plan to take one. If there is any possibility I have had covid, I want to know.

Incidentally, I intended to take ivermectin in Turkey, but I didn’t do it. I told Rhodah to bring some pills for me, but she misunderstood, so she left them at home. Because I thought she was bringing them, I didn’t bring my horse medicine. I really missed it when I started getting sick.

Last night, before going to bed at 4 a.m., I took a dose. When I woke up 4 hours later, I felt much, much better. It was remarkable. I was surprised. Was it the ivermectin? Did God heal me? Was it my body overcoming a disease that wasn’t that tough to begin with? I don’t know, but there is a ton of evidence suggesting ivermectin has helped many people, so maybe it helped me, and I plan to keep using it.

Although I’ve been ill, I haven’t felt very bad. I have felt tremendous enthusiasm for getting out and walking. I felt a strong drive to get out and walk several miles a day in Istanbul. I preferred it to taking trains. I felt sleep-deprived because the sore throat interfered with sleep, and I felt a little worn-out on the nights of high-mileage days, but I didn’t feel fatigued during the day, except when watching my wife try on shoes. I’ve felt lots of physical strength. My worst problem was joint pain that popped up after a day or two. When I walked, I felt like I had mild arthritis. Every time a foot struck the ground, I felt a little pain.

I’m afraid I overworked Rhodah. She was happy to get exercise, but there were times when she wanted to sit down and rest. Even though I was sick, I was usually the one who wanted to keep going. She got short of breath a few times, but I didn’t.

I lost weight while eating baklava and cake. I went down a belt notch. If Rhodah had been as gung-ho as I was, I would have walked more and lost more. I don’t think she was ready for what I kept telling her was “old man strength.”

I hope she starts to have the same feeling. It would be very helpful to her to develop an urge to walk. Apart from the health benefits, it’s a very beneficial urge for a traveler to have, and Rhodah likes travel.

I thought I didn’t feel like writing, but I’ve written a lot.

I plan to go buy Mucinex and soak in a tub of hot water. Hopefully I can expel some of the horrible stuff that is coming loose inside me. Maybe tomorrow I’ll write a little about Turkey.

Trust the People who Lie to You to Your Face

Today, for fun, I told friends I was taking ivermectin. One sent me a link to a ridiculous anti-ivermectin news story. My wife says Facebook, or as the French call it, Fesse-Livre, is full of stories criticizing Southerners and implying we’re so stupid we can’t tell the difference between horses and people.

We are also being criticized for trusting God more than yankees and not being as scared of death!

What a world we live in. The gloves are coming off. People from godless areas are finally admitting they hate Christianity and consider it a barrier to progress.

The Church of Satan just came out against the new Texas abortion law. Too fitting, and long overdue. Will leftists be shocked and outraged? Bet not. Why should anyone pretend leftism and Satan aren’t inextricably joined?

I can’t believe the disinformation that’s out there. I’m not calling it misinformation, because misinformation can be unintentional. What we’re seeing now are deliberate lies. Let me list a few.

1. Ivermectin is a horse medicine. No, it’s a Japanese drug, invented for human use in the 1970’s. It’s discoverer, Satoshi Omura, received the Nobel Prize for giving the world ivermectin. It is credited with helping billions of people, and many Africans take it year after year for periodic deworming. People came first. Horses came later.

2. Horse paste and other veterinary preparations contain “different forms” of ivermectin, compared to human medications. No, there is only one form of ivermectin It’s a combination of two nearly identical compounds. Different preparations contain other ingredients that vary. Fried chicken and chicken soup are different dishes, but there is only one type of chicken.

3. Horse paste is “toxic” to humans. No, it isn’t. It comes in relatively large portions meant for 1500-pound animals, but it’s not toxic. If you take a dose for a horse, you might have digestive and central nervous system symptoms, but that’s because you took too much, not because the drug is toxic. The web says ivermectin is well tolerated even in tenfold overdoses. If you’re taking enough ivermectin to harm yourself seriously, you were probably going to die soon anyway, because you may not be bright enough to look after yourself.

4. Ivermectin is a sketchy, risky drug that may have unanticipated effects in people. No, it has been approved by the FDA for decades. The coronavirus vaccines, though blessed by Saint Fauci, are not FDA-approved.

5. Ivermectin overdose cases are flooding hospitals, and a hospital in Oklahoma had to turn away gunshot victims because people with ivermectin tummy aches were filling the ER. The Oklahoma tale is so facially absurd, it’s amazing anyone bought into it. That being said, it was first vetted and published by Rolling Stone, the same magazine whose editors thought Hunter Thompson, who never broke an actual news story, was a journalist. The short version: the doctor who made the claim lied. The whole story is a fabrication, and the hospital in Oklahoma has disavowed it. Leftists keep referring to it on social media anyway. There are no hospitals anywhere filling up with ivermectin overdoses. It’s just too hard to overdose with ivermectin. Hospitals never turn gunshot victims away. Why would anyone think that was even possible? Haven’t people heard of lawyers?

6. Poison control hotlines are being flooded with overdose calls. Not even close to true. The number of people who are calling hotlines about ivermectin is considerably higher than it was before COVID, but if you look at the actual numbers of 2021 calls, they look like 13 and 23, not 15,000 and 50,000. I have never managed a poison control hotline, but I am willing to guess that even the most backward state can handle a couple of dozen calls in a year. Notable: leftist journalists who are making the hotline claims are carefully avoiding claiming the callers have overdosed or required treatment. In all likelihood, nearly all of the calls are from nervous people who just want to be reassured. “My idiot husband wants to take KILLER HORSE MEDICINE!”

7. Ivermectin has lots of dangerous interactions with other drugs. Misleading. You can look this issue for yourself. Ivermectin has a bunch of possible, non-significant interactions, plus one interaction which could be serious. The big concern is interaction with certain blood thinners. It’s not like you’re going to combust spontaneously if you try ivermectin on the same day you take Ex-lax or Claritin.

To sum up:

1. Ivermectin is an old, commonly-used drug.
2. Ivermectin was created for use in humans, and the creator won a Nobel Prize for improving treatment of infectious diseases.
3. Ivermectin has been used to treat human parasitic infections billions of times.
4. Ivermectin is FDA-approved, unlike COVID vaccines.
5. The ivermectin in horse medicine is the same as the ivermectin in every other type of ivermectin preparation. There is only one ivermectin.
6. It’s hard to overdose on ivermectin, and the symptoms are generally mild and short-lived.
7. The non-ivermectin ingredients in horse paste are harmless.
8. Africans take ivermectin routinely, and they buy it over the counter.
9. Poison control call centers are not being swamped by ivermectin overdose calls.
10. Hospitals are not filling up with people who overdosed on ivermectin.
11. Ivermectin interacts with a few drugs, but most interactions are not significant. Blood thinners are the main problem; they may work too well in the presence of ivermectin. If you’re taking other medications, maybe you should avoid ivermectin.

I’m not playing doctor. I don’t recommend you try this stuff, nor do I know whether it helps people beat COVID. There is a reason why they make doctors study for 10 years. They know things the rest of us do not. Maybe there is a reason why you shouldn’t take ivermectin. I’m just criticizing outright lies that should not be appearing in major news outlets. I’m not a doctor, but if someone says penicillin causes herpes, I’m more than qualified to say it’s a lie.

Here’s a question: if the social imps are hellbent on banning misinformation, why aren’t they banning lies about ivermectin? You can be suspended from Twitter for saying masks don’t work, which is essentially true. Why are the ivermectin lies still published on Facebook? I wonder how drug companies that sell this life-transforming antiparasitic drug feel about that.

Answer: it was never about truth or protecting the public. It was always about controlling the human race and limiting our information so we could be steered to the left. America is turning into North Korea. Leftists have certain misguided views about the world, and they are using any excuse they can to censor opposing viewpoints without regard for their validity.

We don’t actually need information censorship. It’s Un-American, and it’s dangerous. We should let Nazis and anti-vaxxers and Antifa thugs and Christians say whatever they want online, as long as their words don’t fit into traditionally recognized types of legitimately dangerous language. It’s okay to prevent pedophiles from running forums where they exchange tips on abducting kids, and it would be okay to prevent Antifa from using Facebook to organize the violent gatherings for which it is so well known (fat chance), but we don’t really need Uncle Zuckerberg to boot people for promoting drugs that may or may not work, or for saying coronavirus is a hoax.

We don’t need protection from each other. We need protection from tyrants like Uncle Zuckerberg. We used to consider that self-evident. Our Declaration of Independence actually uses the term “self-evident” to describe our rights.

What’s self-evident to people of quality is imperceptible to idiocrats.

Consider the terrible things that might happen if we let people go on social media and say what they wanted about election integrity, coronavirus, and so on. We don’t have to wonder what would happen, because people used to do things like that all the time, and the world kept turning. We used to permit a thing we called “debate,” and we counted on it to lead us in the direction of truth. Remember that? Now a bunch of young nerds open and close the valve, determining what the public gets to see. We have wanton prior restraint, and “prior restraint” is a phrase that describes a great evil courts interpreting the First Amendment have worked to restrict. Every court in the land agrees that prior restraint by government is evil, yet somehow it’s okay when a pimply kid who watches too much science fiction does it from a cubicle in Palo Alto.

Leftists are still allowed to disseminate misinformation and disinformation, but now the opposing voices that countered their craziness are muffled. That’s dangerous. Social media sites are becoming like North Korean rallies. You know how tht works. “What did you think of the Supreme Leader’s speech?” “I thought it was simply fantastic! Everyone here agrees!”

Nitpickers may say it’s okay to restrain speech on the web, because the First Amendment only prevents the government from doing it, and we are still relatively free to say things elsewhere, including the real world. That’s stupid. Social media sites are BECOMING the real world. They are the places where most people have the most power to express themselves effectively. We are almost constantly plugged in. We post photos of our lunches so billions of people can see them. The things we say in the real world, in contrast, are heard by nearly no one.

A right that can’t be exercised effectively is a fiction. It’s a gun filled with blanks.

The tech kidz are working day and night to amplify the voices of individuals, beyond what anyone could have imagined 30 years ago. Trouble is, they’re only doing it for the voices they like. And the people doing the judging are maladjusted, unethical, ignorant, and utterly without compassion and humility. The tech companies aren’t hiring 50-year-old tongue-talking Christians from South Dakota. They’re not hiring NRA members. They’re not hiring history professors. They’re hiring sexually confused young people with day-glo hair and lots of stylish hardware inserted in their faces and genitalia. They’re hiring people who grew up inside their smartphones. A typical 25-year-old has spent so much time looking down, it’s a wonder any of them can raise their heads.

What good would the First Amendment have been to any of the Founding Fathers had their enemies been given free publication and distribution of their ideas while they, themselves, were denied access to printing presses and even town cryers?

It’s an interesting thing. Satan has taken another of God’s ideas and copied it.

Think of this. You have never really seen, heard, smelled, touched, or tasted the world. Everything you perceive is inside your head. You are perceiving information carried to your brain by nerves made of meat.

Your brain, where all your perceptions actually are, is blind and deaf. It’s in a dark cavity covered with bone and flesh. Light and sound can’t get to your brain. Let’s say you think you see a tree. It’s not a tree. It’s your brain’s best effort at showing you the tree, based on the photons that bounce off the tree and reach your sensors. You’re seeing your brain’s representation of photons that came to you from the tree.

Light doesn’t go through your optic nerves. If you could put little cameras in your head and film your optic nerves, you would see they’re dark. They’re not lit up by light as it passes through. Light stops at your retinas.

What you perceive is really a bunch of interpretations. Your body interprets stimuli and presents its interpretations to you, so you “see” what you think is light, and you “hear” what you think is sound.

You’re not able to perceive the world. You perceive representations of the world through a complicated piece of wet electronic machinery.

Phones work the same way. They are little machines that allow us to look into a man-made realm. We even treat this realm as though it were a place. We call it things like “cyberspace” and “cyberia.” It’s not a real place. It has no dimensions, so it’s not a space at all. It doesn’t have a temperature or an atmosphere. It has no physical existence.

Through the flesh machine God gave you, you can perceive things that happen in the real world. Satan has used computers and phones to put a layer of filtering between the machine and the world. Thanks to him, increasingly, you are only able to perceive part of what’s happening. You’re looking through screens that filter out a lot of things Satan doesn’t want you to be aware of.

Before we started relocating to cyperspace, there was a limit to how much Satan could restrict your awareness of things that happened in the real world. Now that there are filters between you and the world, he has much more control.

God gave us 5 physical senses, three dimensions to live in, and two dimensions of sight. Satan gave us two cyber-senses and only the two dimensions of sight to live in, and we are coming to prefer these to the 5.

Our electronic screens and speakers are choke points through which many of our perceptions have to pass. The greater the percentage of our perceptions that goes through them, the more our perceptions can be censored and shaped.

You can’t read Donald Trump’s tweets. There are a lot of videos about coronavirus which you will never be allowed to see. The most popular preacher on earth can only be seen on Youtube through a tiny number of videos, because Youtube didn’t like it when he showed he believed God was against homosexuality, following a fundamental tenet of Christianity, Judaism, and Islam. On the other hand, you can read that Pete Buttagieg and his anal sex partner adopted a pair of unfortunate twins. You can read that white people are evil. You can catch up on the Taliban’s tweets, even though they just went into a church in Kabul and murdered the Christians. Even though they recently punished a homosexual by gang-raping him.

It’s as though we lived in Plato’s cave, and Satan and Keith Olbermann were standing outside making shadow puppets.

The dissemination of lies and the suppression of truth have become so brazen, it seems there is not much further for us to fall. It should have been expected. This is exactly where control of speech leads. A bunch of men who had no smartphones and no thought leaders knew this in 1776, but 245 years later, we can’t figure it out.

I’m planning on taking more ivermectin, and I pray for the rapture to come soon every day. This world needs a good pressure washing.

If the CDC is Right, I Should be Dead by Sunset

Trump won the election, the earth is flat, and I just took ivermectin.

Well, I’m not too sure about those first two assertions. The earth is LOCALLY flat. I know that because I have not fallen off of it.

I guess I should say this: IVERMECTIN IS A DEADLY POISON, AND IT WILL SURELY KILL YOU. DO NOT TAKE IVERMECTIN JUST BECAUSE A GUY WHO WRITES A BLOG TOOK IT. I AM NOT A DOCTOR. YOU CAN TELL I’M NOT A DOCTOR, BECAUSE I DRIVE AMERICAN CARS. BEWARE OF IVERMECTIN! DR. FAUCI SAYS NOT TO TAKE IT, AND HE KNOWS EVERYTHING!

I don’t know if it’s safe to take horse medicine. If you take it and die, don’t come running to me.

I did take it, though.

I went to my local Tractor Supply and saw they had a big new box of syringes. When I took one to the register, the cashier said, “Please don’t tell me you’re going to take it in the car.” I said, “No comment.”

I had read that the per-pound dose for people was the same as it was for horses. The plunger on the syringe has little marks on it so you can measure out the right amount. I took it with water but no food because I had read that this was the right thing to do. Then I got on the web and read that it was actually better to take it with a meal, so I ate a big slab of London Broil and some Toasty Cheez-Its.

Rhodah also bought ivermectin. African pharmacies sell it over the counter for worms, and everyone there takes it. I thought it would be good to get some pills so I could quit eating horse paste, so I told her to buy two courses for me and one for her. This was before I learned Tractor Supply had ivermectin.

Now we have way too much ivermectin, at least for the near future.

They have jacked up the price in Zambia. They know what people are using it for. The pharmacist asked her if it was for a COVID patient.

I don’t know if ivermectin will prevent or treat COVID, but I do know a couple of things.

First, it’s not “horse medicine.” It was developed for use on human beings, and it has served that purpose for over 30 years. Animals don’t get by on huge catalogs of medicines that can’t be used to treat people. Many medicines are used on a wide variety of creatures. Obvious. Everyone knows this. I’ve taken my parrots to vets more than once, and they always received medications that were also popular for treating human beings.

Second, I know manufacturers are not putting poison in horse paste just because it’s not for human beings. If a horse can eat a tablespoon of horse paste with no ill effects, surely I can eat half a teaspoon. The CDC is trying to convince us that veterinary preparations are poisonous. That isn’t true. Do I have proof? No, but I’m not an idiot.

Is there anything a horse can eat that a human being can’t? I’ll bet there isn’t. Human beings are omnivorous, and horses are not. I can eat any animal that walks the earth. I can eat almost any fish. I can eat bugs. I can eat an enormous variety of plants. I can eat things that kill dogs and parrots. What is the likelihood that horse paste makers managed to find something only horses can tolerate AND put it in a product they know may find its way into people? Not high.

If horse paste is poisonous, where are the deaths? There are none, of course. Why is the CDC spreading scare stories? Is that how “THE SCIENCE” works?

Huffpo, which, of course, sides with the CDC, says, “improper use of the drug can lead to nausea, vomiting, diarrhea, hypotension, decreased consciousness, confusion, hallucinations, seizures, coma and death.” Similar things are true of beer, aspirin, acetominophen, PEZ, and tap water. Improper use of a stapler can result in blindness. Improper use of safety scissors can cause male sterility. If you’re taking a horse-sized dose of nearly any medicine, you should expect problems. As Paracelsus more or less said, “The dose makes the poison.”

The CDC’s condescending, elitist, dishonest approach reminds me of the gold watch story.

As recently as the 1980’s, doctors were telling ignorant people their dead relatives had complicated, expensive gold machines in them. They did this to justify autopsy requests. They would say, “When we were trying to save Uncle Sol, we put an extremely costly device inside him, and it’s made of pure gold. Now we need to find it and take it out because the hospital needs it back.” This standard fable was known as the gold watch story. You can probably look it up.

Why not just tell the truth? They could say, “Horse paste is extremely safe if you take the correct dose, but we don’t think it works, and you may make a mathematical mistake and get sick. Also, it interacts with a few other drugs, which may cause problems”?

I understand why doctors themselves are reluctant to give it to people (although many are). Medicine is a science-based art, and one of the big challenges is to advance knowledge by increasing the science and eliminating the art. When you’re looking for ways to treat a disease, you want good, solid studies. You don’t just throw different drugs at people and hope some of them get well. You might cure some people, but you won’t learn much that is useful for the treatment of others in the future.

Medicine is not just about treatment. It’s about accumulating knowledge. Adding variables without good reasons will make data hard to interpret.

Thing is, this is a concern for doctors, not lay people. I don’t really care if my worm paste leads to better treatment regimens for other people. I am not qualified to do research or even hand out sore throat lozenges. I just want to keep my wife and myself alive. Anecdotal evidence has done me a ton of good in the past, even though none of my positive experiences have advanced medicine or helped other people. I plan to keep listening to it.

It may not improve medicine if doctors give ivermectin to prevent or treat COVID, but it might be a huge help to me if it works, and the down side is that I might spend a hundred dollars on something useless.

What if I get COVID and land in the hospital? My ivermectin use will be helpful, because it will prove doctors don’t need to give me more ivermectin.

I have frozen skin growths with computer duster spray, and they went away. I have gotten rid of them with capsaicin. I’ve taken bigger and smaller doses of some medicines than was recommended. I took a splint off my hand days before I was told to, because I could tell I had healed. I’ve done a number of weird things doctors don’t recommend, with tremendous success. I have never harmed myself with my efforts. Ivermectin won’t harm me, either.

The vaccines are not looking good. Their effectiveness rates are dropping, they were never all that high to begin with, and it appears I took the worst one offered in America. Masks simply DO…NOT…WORK unless you do an extraordinary job using the very best masks, and no one does that, because it’s unbearable for more than 15 minutes. Social distancing doesn’t work unless it means staying very far from people; 6 feet won’t do it. You pretty much have to stay in your house, alone. If ivermectin doesn’t work well or doesn’t work at all, it won’t be much worse than some of Dr. Fauci’s approaches.

Please remember: Fauci is still completely unable to recommend anything that isn’t pretty likely to fail to prevent contraction of COVID, and he is also unable to recommend a single thing that cures it or even allows nearly all sick patients to remain alive and live with it. Preventative measures have a gigantic failure rate, and so do medical treatments.

Vaccinated people are not just getting sick but dying all over the world. About two months ago, they told us this was impossible. Not unlikely; impossible. Google it. Vaccines are reducing transmission and fatalities, but a lot of vaccinated people are still getting sick, having severe symptoms, and dying. Medical science has some very helpful advice, but Fauci and his colleagues haven’t come close to doing what other doctors have done with diseases like polio, smallpox, rickets, and scurvy.

There are people dying in spite of taking ivermectin, so it’s obvious that even if it’s helpful, it’s not a top-notch cure. It may be true that it fixes some people, but it clearly lets at least some patients die. On the other hand, there is evidence that ivermectin is very good at preventing contraction of the disease, and it’s impossible to measure whether it’s preventing transmission to people who are taking horse paste without a doctor’s involvement. Maybe it is. I think it’s worth trying.

If I can prevent the disease from taking hold, who cares if ivermectin will cure it? A disease you don’t have doesn’t need a cure.

It’s all very interesting, but I must stress this: IVERMECTIN IS MORE POISONOUS THAN CYANIDE. PEOPLE HAVE DIED JUST FROM LOOKING AT THE PACKAGING. DO NOT TRY IT.

I’m musing on its possible benefits for my sake, not yours, based on zero medical education. For all I know, you might take it and drop dead an hour later, along with your worms.

I have a good feeling about ivermectin’s preventative powers. There has to be a reason maskless, unvaccinated, socially proximate Africans aren’t dying in droves. Maybe it’s ivermectin, or maybe it’s a supernatural reason. It’s not a race thing. Blacks in America have been hit hard.

When my wife wants to go somewhere in Zambia, she gets in a jitney and rides with a bunch of people sitting shoulder to shoulder. She goes to markets where people shout and stand close to each other and don’t mask properly. The vaccination rate in Zambia is under 2%. Where is the COVID?

Zambia’s spike pretty much coincided with Florida’s, but it ended very quickly. Why?

Incidentally, Florida’s spike is ending. Its back was broken a few days back. Journalists love to hype it, just as they love to ignore spikes in leftist strongholds, but you can look at the graph yourself. No amount of hatred for Ron DeSantis can turn that graph into a continuing increase.

Liberal journalists should be hesitant to throw stones. The reality is that we don’t know where the next spike will be, because we can’t control coronavirus. Far-left Hawaii is in trouble right now, and we don’t know which state will be next.

The population of Hawaii is about 1/16 of the population of Florida, Hawaii has 1/17.67 of Florida’s new case number, and Hawaii’s graph is still very, very bullish. It’s getting worse at great speed, and Hawaii will pass Florida shortly. Hawaii may do worse than Florida overall, on a per-capita basis. If DeSantis is the problem, how did this happen? Did he vacation in Maui?

When leftist areas were full of COVID and conservative areas were doing very, very well, journalists never said leftism was the problem. When conservative areas did worse, they immediately squawked about Republicans, Donald Trump, global warming, Confederate flags, God, and other things leftists hate.

Anyway, places like Minnesota, Pennsylvania, Ohio, and Indiana are doing poorly, too. If I were a lefto-pundit, I would be cautious right now.

Humanity does not understand coronavirus. We have some feeble tools that are somewhat helpful, but we still do not know what’s going on. We don’t know why one area spikes and another does not, our preventative measures are ludicrously weak, and our doctors have a very spotty record when it comes to saving the seriously ill. We don’t have the fundamental data or the cleverness to make sound judgments about what has caused the numbers we have seen so far or to predict what the numbers will look like in the future. We don’t even know if the epidemic will end.

My feeling is that COVID is the new AIDS. We will never get rid of it, but it will probably become something we can live with. The infection and death rates will become tolerable. Then something worse than COVID will come along because we didn’t repent and pray when COVID showed up.

This is just my feeling, based on my observations of the way the world works. Tomorrow, I might see it differently. Maybe a new COVID variant will show up and make things so much worse we won’t need any new diseases to finish up the apocalypse.

Arf

Rhodah and I have been trying to arrange to meet so we can satisfy the State Department’s requirement that married individuals have an opportunity to do you know what before applying for green cards. It’s touching that our government is so interested in promoting romance, but it’s also annoying, because the whole thing is a sort of legal fiction, and it subjects people to a lot of expense and aggravation. They’re not going to have cameras in our hotel room, so for all they know, we might get together for a week and play Monopoly.

From the outset, coronavirus and the low marketability of Zambian passports have caused problems for us. Strongholds have surrounded us. Countries rejected us for spurious reasons. Countries that would have accepted Rhodah shut their doors before we could apply. Countries that are willing to accept Rhodah, including the United States and Switzerland, put up barriers that made it too hard to get to their representatives so she could apply.

I saw these problems for what they were: Satanic strongholds. I saw the people who kept telling us we couldn’t get together for what they were: barking dogs.

A long time ago, God told me, “There is usually a barking dog outside a stronghold.”

A real stronghold doesn’t need a barking dog. The purpose of a barking dog is to scare people away from a stronghold that can’t withstand attack. A barking dog’s purpose is to convince you a weak stronghold is bigger than you and God are.

Remember how Saddam Hussein barked before we attacked Iraq? We were in for “the mother of all battles.” When the allies went in, Iraq’s stronghold collapsed in a few days. America has the most powerful military on earth. We don’t run around telling other countries their cities will be vaporized, because we don’t have to.

Actually, Donald Trump was known to bark, but that’s because he’s from New York.

Oddly, dishonest people are the ones who are most likely to mount a ridiculous intimidation offensive, and honest people are most likely to believe it. Honest people project their honesty onto other people. Dishonest people tend to assume everything they’re being told is lies. In this respect, dishonest people have a more accurate worldview.

We learned that Turkey was supposed to be an easy country to visit, but when we tried to get a visa, we were met with considerable barking. The Turkish government said some things that were not true, perhaps because of translation problems, the local embassy in Zambia said things that were not true, and a friend of Rhodah’s who is in Turkey also said things that were not true.

I persisted in digging and pushing. I applied for an e-visa on the Turkish government site, and the visa came through. The language on the site said we couldn’t do it without betting thousands of dollars on tickets first, but when the visa itself was emailed to us, I saw that this was not correct. We could get the tickets later. We still had conflicting information from the local embassy. I persevered, and today they admitted the e-visa was sufficient.

Here’s another stronghold: the ticket prices were exaggerated.

Rhodah pretty much has to use Turkish Airlines in order to satisfy Turkish entry requirements. They wanted $2600 or more for a round-trip ticket. On a lark, I checked one-way prices. We should be able to get her there and back for something like $1300. I don’t know why it works like that, but it does. A round-trip ticket should save money, but it costs much more.

Things are looking good. We have a nice hotel booked, and I have a house sitter who is a very good shot, so my property should be okay.

While Rhodah and I were working on finding a solution, we cursed the strongholds and bound the spirits working against us, and we called on God for help. I reminded him of his promise. He had told me his name was above every stronghold. It’s good that I persevered in the natural, but our supernatural resistance is what shattered the stronghold. God did the work.

Ordinarily, I would not tell blog readers if I traveled, but this time my house will be well guarded, so we may post photos during the trip.

Never forget the real source of all victory. After all, Moses didn’t part the Red Sea; God did.

Fresh Reminders That This is Really Happening

What a week.

Remember me writing about flooding as a likely sign that God is preparing the world for the tribulation? I mused about Hurricane Ida, which was about to hit New Orleans, wondering whether it would signal a continuation of the global flooding crisis. After I wrote that, Ida did terrible damage in Louisiana, and yesterday, it flooded places like Manhattan, New Jersey, and Philadelphia!

I read that New York City had just issued its second flash flood warning in history. There were also floods there in August, when Henri passed over.

During the last week, there have been floods in New Zealand, Nepal, and Mexico.

Seems like the run-up to the rapture is really happening. The flooding problem is not going away. It will be interesting to see if it carries on into the fall.

When I chose this house, I made sure it wasn’t in a flood area. The government has a site where you can check every property in the country.

Of course, leftists look at the floods and blame global warming, which is a backhanded jab at capitalism, which is a backhanded jab at Christianity, America, and white people.

A gradual increase in global temperatures shouldn’t cause an abrupt increase in flooding, which appears to be what we are seeing. Doesn’t matter. Global warming causes every problem, regardless of what it is. It’s not a scientific conclusion. It’s a fundamental premise of a political religion.

My wife knows a lady who prophesies and prays for people. Sometimes she visits the lady. The lady is young, but she has said she expects to die before long, because God will take her before things get bad. This week, my wife dreamed about her. She saw her in church, saying she would be taken away like T.B. Joshua. In the dream, she told the lady they needed to pray to prevent it, but the lady refused. As they were talking, my wife saw a beautiful, green place full of mountains.

The heavenly place turned into an earthly place where a man swam in a river like the Nile. The river looked like blood. A voice asked if Satan was going to come and bring 6 plagues to the earth.

Rhodah is not an end times buff. She is young, and she wants to live out a normal life here. I would be thrilled if the rapture came tomorrow, but Rhodah is less enthusiastic. She has not studied the end times much.

Was T.B. Joshua taken because the tribulation was coming?

The book of Enoch says that when God decided to flood the world, he chose to wait until Methuselah, the grandfather of Noah and the son of Enoch, died. Methuselah was a righteous man, and God did not want to flood the earth while he was alive. When God told Abraham he was going to destroy Sodom, he agreed to forbear if 10 righteous men could be found, but when God sent angels to look at Sodom, the homosexuals there tried to gang-rape them, and 10 righteous men could not be found. God has demonstrated a pattern of sparing the wicked while the righteous are among them. In a parable, he said it was best to let weeds and wheat grow together instead of ripping the weeds out and burning them before the harvest. He said the best thing was to harvest the wheat and then burn the weeds.

Joshua is not well-known in the US, but he was one of the world’s most famous preachers. He did many miracles, and he never had a scandal. He didn’t beg for money or sell his help. He was a youthful and vigorous 57 when he died, and he went quickly, without suffering. Maybe it’s true that God took him because he wanted to spare him.

As signs become clearer, Rhodah is getting more interested in the end times.

On the subject of end times concerns, I decided to get myself some ivermectin, figuring there was no down side to it. When I visited Tractor Supply, I saw that ivermectin was not available, and there was a little notice cautioning people against taking it. I guess they sold out. I bought three tubes on Amazon, though, and Rhodah is bringing some ivermectin for humans to Turkey.

For what it’s worth, I learned that ivermectin has a sister drug which is also active against coronavirus microbes. The name also ends with “mectin,” and people are not rushing to buy it yet. Useful info if you can’t find ivermectin.

Another interesting end time fact: the silicon chip shortage is getting worse, and it wasn’t caused by coronavirus. Trump battled with China because we were being abused in our trade relationship, and that caused some problems with the chip supply. Then a major supplier had a big fire. On top of that, a drought hit Taiwan, making it hard for chip factories to get water for cleaning, which is essential to manufacturing. Right now, a huge number of vehicles is sitting in lots because automakers can’t get chips to finish manufacturing them. Automakers are shutting down production. Electronics manufacturers have products backordered, so you may not see your favorite video console (or motherboard, if we have to talk about things that are actually important to mature adults) until 2023.

Remember, the tribulation will be ushered in by murder and hate, death and disease, and shortages. See Revelation 6. We have all three problems, and we can’t blame coronavirus for all of it, so it’s not like our predicament can be traced to one natural cause or even a few.

By the way, beef is going to be in short supply for at least a year, and rubber supplies are expected to dry up shortly.

There is good news regarding our belated honeymoon, which has been delayed by coronavirus-related visa issues. We had our time wasted by Sweden, Iceland, and Spain, which rejected our applications, and we started looking for other options. We did not want to go to a New World destination, and we didn’t want to go to Egypt again.

We learned that Mexico, which is one of the top easy dates when it comes to visas, would not let Rhodah in unless she applied in South Africa. We looked at third-tier European nations. We learned that Georgia is a good safety nation for a Zambian. They let them in without visas.

We checked Turkey out. I thought it was just another depressing Muslim nation, but I learned that wasn’t true. The Turks are backsliders, so they’re easygoing. They have bars. They let women wear bikinis to beaches. They have a strong reputation for friendliness and great food, and the country is set up well for tourists.

We had some confusion about Turkish visas. Turkey has a website that dispenses electronic visas, but the embassy people in Zambia gave Rhodah the impression she would have to apply in person, which would take weeks.

The e-visa site said visitors from Zambia were required to have tickets from one of three airlines before applying, and I didn’t want to buy tickets in advance because if her application had been rejected, we would have lost a lot of the ticket money. Also, the only airline that offered round-trip flights for the needed route was very expensive.

I decided to apply on Rhodah’s behalf, and I clicked the box saying she already had a ticket. I figured I would find out whether they were checking before awarding visas. If they were not, we could always buy the ticket afterward. If they rejected her, we wouldn’t get a visa, but I would learn something useful.

It took me about 10 minutes to get her a valid visa. The visa itself merely said she had to prove she had a ticket on an approved airline WHEN SHE TRAVELED. That’s a piece of cake.

We are still hearing information from a friend of Rhodah’s, claiming she needs to apply in person in spite of the e-visa, but nothing the Turkish government says in emails or publishes on the web agrees with him. I am making inquiries. We should get final confirmation by Monday.

Now that we have a visa, I’m looking at videos and reading up on Turkey. The exchange rate is insane, so we can expect to pay about $7 for meals for two. The food picture is amazing. Istanbul has restaurants of every type, and the standards are said to be very high. Istanbul is on the water, so there should be things like dinner cruises. We can also visit Ephesus and see the city Paul wrote about.

The temperatures should be below 80, so it won’t be like Egypt, where we had days 35 degrees warmer.

I’m looking forward to visiting another country where Muslims are friendly. In the past, most of my impressions of Turkey came from the movies Midnight Express and Lawrence of Arabia, so it wasn’t a place I wanted to visit. Of course, I was crazy to think movies bore any relationship to reality. I mean, I’ve seen Deliverance, a preposterous movie in which the danger of being sodomized is low in cities and high in rural Appalachia, instead of precisely the other way around, the way it is in real life.

I feel bad about having the wrong idea about people. Turkey’s government may be anti-Semitic, and for all I know, terrorists are getting significant support from individual Turks, but I clearly misjudged the character of the nation.

I’m not crazy about visiting a place controlled by a man who has it in for Israel, but I can’t have everything the way I want it.

The Turks have had floods in 2021. Figures. But they happened on the Black Sea coast, and I don’t plan to go there.

People are supposed to be very nice in Georgia, and the scenery is beautiful, but the food is somewhat scary, and the country isn’t set up all that well for tourism.

My understanding is that Georgians have a love affair with bread stuffed with meat and cheese. They serve many variations on this theme. Sounds good to me, but I don’t know if I could handle it for a more than a couple of days.

Here at the house, things are going great, but I haven’t managed to trap the squirrel that has been chewing on my gate. I put out a live trap, and the bait disappeared twice. Then I tried triggering the trap and saw that it didn’t work. That would have made it more of a feeder than a trap, except that the second bait was a big chunk of rat poison. Whatever critter stole it is probably dead.

I fixed the trap, but the bait disappeared again. I have a theory that a bigger animal is reaching in and taking the bait without setting it off, so I got a larger trap and set it next to the little one. Yesterday, I found a coon in it.

Getting rid of a coon is always a blessing, but the job is not pleasant. I had to shoot it in the head with a .22 pistol. Because it was raining and I didn’t want to carry the coon to the burn pile in bad weather, I chucked it over a fence into some bushes.

Today I went back in dry weather, thinking maybe I should move the coon. It was gone. Evidently, coyotes and/or bobcats remove dead coons without even being asked. That’s nice.

I don’t know how many times I will have to empty the traps. Quite a few, I would think. It’s part of rural life, so I need to get used to it instead of becoming a sissy city transplant who names the squirrels that eat his patio furniture and tries to pet rabid coons.

A disturbing thing about dispatching game and pest animals with firearms is that it makes you understand that you could do the same thing to a person if you had to. Reluctance to shoot is grounded in moral questions and fear of negative consequences, not the repugnance of the act itself, which can be overcome by willing one finger to move. People who live in the country are used to overcoming it because they hunt. A typical hunter has ended many more lives than all but the rarest soldiers, and many are capable of much better stalking and marksmanship than ordinary combat veterans.

Our cities are experiencing a very sudden murder epidemic, and it will surely bleed over into suburbs and the country eventually. When that happens, spoiled urban terrorists who are used to dealing with police who are hampered by rules of engagement and career concerns will find themselves up against millions of civilian men and women who face far fewer constraints and don’t think twice about shooting a warm-blooded creature and pulling its organs out with their bare hands. Video-game-trained urbanites in search of easy prey will probably face an extremely steep learning curve, with lessons written in their own blood. Hope I will not be on earth to see it.

I hope I’m right about the Bible predicting a thousand-year age of love, led by Jesus himself and staffed by rapturees, following the tribulation. It would be wonderful to see the world function the way it ought to.

Rural Citizens Falling Back on Horse Sense to Defeat Coronavirus

I learned something fascinating about the coronavirus saga today.

People keep telling us we have to trust “the science.” It’s not “science” any more. It’s not “medical science.” It’s “THE science.” Somehow seems more reverent.

The sad thing is, THE science keeps turning out to be wrong. It leads us down the primrose path over and over, only for us to find that the conclusions in which we had put our trust were erroneous.

Example: over 100 years of THE science said masks didn’t prevent the transmission of viral respiratory diseases. Then, suddenly, THE science said they did. Now there are studies saying they really don’t, unless you have a great mask, you keep it clean, and you fit it perfectly. Even then, they’re not very good. And nobody does all those things.

Example: lockdowns were the way to stop coronavirus. We bought into that, and then we saw coronavirus statistics that showed that some places with lockdowns had terrible infection rates, while others that did not fared much better.

Example: our dubious new vaccines would prevent a high percentage of coronavirus infections. Later, we found out the percentage wasn’t nearly that high, and then we learned the percentage would drop with time.

Example: even if our vaccines let some people get infected, those people would not develop serious symptoms. Unfortunately, a large percentage of people who are being hospitalized have been vaccinated. The vaccines seem to be helping a lot, but the doctors who said it was essentially impossible for a vaccinated person to be seriously ill look like morons.

They did say that, by the way.

Now THE science is telling us not to use ivermectin, a deworming drug which has been associated with reduced infections and quick recoveries. Some studies seem to show it doesn’t work, but others suggest it does. A few Americans who are bad at cross-multiplication have made themselves somewhat ill by consuming overdoses of horse dewormer, so the CDC is telling the rest of us to avoid ivermectin. We might get tummy aches.

Guess what I found out today? Africans take ivermectin.

My wife is African. I mentioned the ivermectin controversy to her today. I was thinking maybe I should take a tube of horse medicine to her. She said deworming drugs were available over the counter in Africa. She, herself, had been dewormed many times. It’s a normal thing over there because worms are a problem in Africa. They deworm babies, and people deworm themselves every so often in order to keep from developing serious infestations.

Time to mention a related fact: Africa has a relatively low coronavirus rate. Vaccinations, right? Of course not. The vaccination rate is very low; it’s under 2% in some countries. Many Africans have serious hygiene issues, and they’re doing a poor job of social distancing and wearing masks. Still, things haven’t been that bad there.

When I heard my wife say she had been dewormed more than once, I wondered whether ivermectin was lowering the African coronavirus rate.

I took a look online, and sure enough, there are studies suggesting ivermectin is the reason Africa has done so well.

I don’t know whether ivermectin works or not, but I know it’s considered harmless, and I know my vaccination won’t necessarily prevent me from getting sick or dying. I also know masks don’t work, and I don’t wear one anyway. Why not take ivermectin? It won’t hurt me, it might prevent me from getting sick, it might cure me if I do get sick, and for all I know, I may have a few worms.

The web is full of stories about individuals who died while using horse paste. The writers seem to be gloating breathlessly. “Trump-Supporting Anti-Vaxxer Dies of COVID While Taking Horse Dewormer!” Oddly, these stories are touted much more loudly than the thousands upon thousands of stories about masked, vaccinated, socially isolated people who have died.

I live in horse country. I can hop in my car and bring home a tube of horse paste in 15 minutes. I see no reason not to do it. I think I’m good enough at math to tell the difference between a human dose and a horse dose, and if I get a bad old tummy ache and throw up a couple of times, well, that’s exactly what happened last year when I had coronavirus or something like it. Not a big deal. I’m not scared of nausea. When I was in college, no weekend evening was complete until I had thrown up.

I got myself vaccinated, and I try to use common sense. No one ever invites me to parties, but if they did, I think I would decline. I’m not that far out on the fringe. Still, it seems to me I should make some effort to avail myself of remedies supported by strong anecdotal evidence and some of THE science.

Coronavirus came from sin, so I am hoping my increasing efforts to stay close to God will keep me safe. I see zero hope for humanity as a whole. There is still no widespread call for repentance and prayer, so there is no reason for God to help humanity. When plagues come and people do not repent, things are supposed to get worse, so that’s what I expect. Coronavirus, shortages, and hatred will increase, and we will probably see other epidemics that are considerably worse. At least we don’t have to worry about having our feelings hurt by “victim-shamers.”

Panic among godless people will increase, too, and that will insure a continued curtailment of our liberties. Even though doctors have admitted vaccinated people are dying and spreading disease, hatred of the unvaccinated and unmasked is being fanned to a white-hot rage. People are being fired from jobs. The panick-stricken godless are talking about imposing economic penalties on the unvaccinated, depriving them of the ability to buy and sell. They’re completely serious, and they will be even crazier soon.

When the vaccines came out, some people thought vaccination was the mark of the beast. I said that was impossible. The timing was wrong, a shot isn’t a mark, and the beast’s mark has to be on the forehead or right arm. I said the shots were not the mark of the beast, but I also said they were probably being used to train people to accept the mark. I still say that.

We have put up with gigantic infringements on our freedom. They started small and ramped up. Now a large segment of the population will do almost anything Dr. Fauci says, with no hesitation.

Fauci isn’t mentioned in the Bible, and he’s not forcing people to worship Satan, but he and his coreligionists are applying powerful training pressures to the general population. They are teaching us to submit quickly to crazy demands without questioning.

When the mark finally arrives, we’ll be conditioned to jump on command. Nearly everyone will run to get it. The people who force it on the world will surely have a pretext that sounds important. Maybe it will be a new variant of coronavirus with a high death rate. Maybe it will be a worse disease. The mark will be connected to some worldwide problem people will be ashamed not to fight. “If you don’t take the mark, you’re killing children!” We’ll hear things like that. We already hear them, literally, about masks and shots. Shame and peer pressure will send people to hell.

In other end-time news, Hurricane Ida hit New Orleans about as hard as possible, and there is flooding. I wrote about this the other day. I think the floods we’re seeing all over the world are messages from God.

New Orleans is like Las Vegas. It’s a hub of unrepentant sin. Voodoo is big there, and drunkenness and fornication are pretty much the only reasons people visit, unless you count gluttony. I saw a Youtube advice video for New Orleans visitors, and the man in the video advised people to expect to have to step over vomit in the French Quarter.

When Katrina hit, Christians noted that the storm’s name comes from the same root as “catharsis,” which means, “cleansing.”

I have been wondering how Ida would affect Biden’s reputation. I thought there would be a lot of news stories after the storm, but there are not. It’s nothing like the post-Andrew or post-Katrina news cycles. Why is that? A major American city is without power and running water, and Ida stories are relatively few compared to Andrew and Katrina stories.

Wild guess: our leftist press wants a break from the public disintegration of their demented savior. Also, they probably want to keep attention off of the poor preparedness of a mostly black area controlled by leftists, as well as any bad behavior that may follow the storm.

After Katrina, we learned that most of the drowning victims and displaced people were black. We also learned that many stayed home, below sea level, because they were afraid to miss their welfare checks. We saw endless photos of black people looting stores, stealing things like electronics and beer, which were unrelated to survival. Then there was the Superdome. Mostly-black survivors were housed there and given benefit cards. They filled the stadium with filth and litter, a seven-year-old girl was raped and killed, there were beatings and other murders and rapes, and when the time came for people to go home, many of the survivors refused to leave.

The press doesn’t want to see such scenarios splashed before the public eye again, especially not when Biden’s dementia is manifesting itself in his mishandling of Afghanistan and America’s energy needs.

If things go really badly in Lousiana, the press will have to find someone to blame. Will they go after the black female leftist mayor, LaToya Cantrell? Will they go after the male leftist governor? Will they blame Biden? No matter what, they’ll have to attack a target who belongs to the protected class of leftists.

I’m sure they’re already looking for ways to blame Donald Trump.

Russia, Thailand, Mexico, Spain, and Cambodia are among the last week’s flood locations, and the American Northeast may be next. Ida is headed there, and the ground is already wet, so it can’t absorb a lot of rain. I wonder if we are going to see floods continue through the fall and winter.

I feel like I am glued to a bench after being taken out of a game, watching my team get destroyed while I am unable to participate. But is humanity my team, when most people are against God? I am reminded of something God said in Psalm 110: “Sit thou at my right hand, until I make thine enemies thy footstool.”

That Psalm is about the tribulation. Here it is:

The Lord said unto my Lord, Sit thou at my right hand, until I make thine enemies thy footstool.

The Lord shall send the rod of thy strength out of Zion: rule thou in the midst of thine enemies.

Thy people shall be willing in the day of thy power, in the beauties of holiness from the womb of the morning: thou hast the dew of thy youth.

The Lord hath sworn, and will not repent, Thou art a priest for ever after the order of Melchizedek.

The Lord at thy right hand shall strike through kings in the day of his wrath.

He shall judge among the heathen, he shall fill the places with the dead bodies; he shall wound the heads over many countries.

He shall drink of the brook in the way: therefore shall he lift up the head.

The day of God’s wrath is the tribulation. The things mentioned in the Psalm have not occurred yet. It can’t be about past events.

God once gave me this phrase: “I am no man’s enemy,” so I don’t think I’m supposed to fight people. If I belong to Jesus, though, I should share in his destiny, and I should sit while God makes the enemies of Jesus his footstool. God may have said I was no man’s enemy, but it’s unquestionable that many people are enemies to me and my kind.

I hope the rapture is close and that I’m not going to have to go back out into the cursed world. I’m very happy living as I do. I don’t want to wear a mask all day, work so hard I have no time for God, and call men Zoe and Isabel.

Isabel is a real person, by the way. He works for a brokerage where I have an account. I called them, and a deep voice said, “My name is Isabel.”

I can’t tell you what to think about ivermectin, but I thought I should say what I know, so I’ve done that. If you try it, I hope you don’t get coronavirus and your worms die most miserably.

Flames Everywhere

This morning I am struck by a contrast.

Last night, I dreamed I was in some kind of resort area near Miami. There was a beautiful freshwater lagoon there. It must have been fed by a strong stream, because the water was cool and clear. My dad’s boat was anchored in the lagoon.

Some guy was on the boat, holding his pet python by the tail. He was lowering it into the water so he could swim with it. The snake was enormous. Maybe 30 feet long. It was not on board with his plans. It was confused.

He asked me to hold it for him while he got in the water. After he got in, I let the snake go. I wondered if it was a good idea to swim with a python that was likely to wrap itself around him and cause him to drown, but that was not my problem.

I found myself walking in a building next to the lagoon. The building was open, like a parking garage. There were no windows. Just short walls. There was a huge swimming pool by the building, and it bordered the lagoon.

For some reason, the actress Tea Leoni was swimming in the pool. No idea what that was all about. I wanted to swim in the lagoon, but I was afraid it was cold. I came up with a plan. I would go in the pool first. It would be warmer than the lagoon. It would get me used to being in the water, and then I would move to the lagoon. I took off my shirt and implemented my plan.

The whole time, I felt joy, like a horse rolling in the grass and sniffing the air because it’s so happy to be alive. I still feel it.

I also felt a lot of joy yesterday.

I have a new cordless chainsaw, which I bought because tool shortages are expected any day now, and I needed to cut up a big oak that had fallen in my pasture. I got my saw and took the tractor out to the oak.

I limbed the whole thing in about 20 minutes. I was zipping through limbs and then grabbing them with my right hand and flinging them out of the way. I felt power flowing through me, as though I were a superhero. I was working more for the purpose of feeling the joy than the need to move the tree.

I feel that kind of joy often these days. I feel it when I run errands. When I go to stores, I often park far from the doors so I can enjoy the sensation of walking. I feel more like I’m flying.

I believe the joy comes from praying in tongues.

This morning, however, I saw what other people are going through, or, more accurately, what’s going through other people. I went to a website called The Hill. You may know of it. It’s a prominent news site, and they allow comments.

I saw a story about a conservative radio host who died from coronavirus. His name was Marc Bernier, and he called himself “Mr. Anti-Vax” because he did not trust the vaccines.

I knew the comments would be filthy, but I decided to look anyway, just to confirm my understanding of the way the world is descending into hatred.

Here are some things I saw.

The rest of the comments are similar, except that many are obscene. This is about a dead man who suffered.

Try and imagine this happening in, say, 1960. If people had been able to comment on news stories about the presidential race between Nixon and Kennedy, or about the communist threat, do you think a major news organization would have printed garbage like this? Would the public have accepted it, or would we have demanded action against the people responsible?

The world of 2021 is not the world of 1960. It’s a different culture.

God tells me little phrases from time to time, and several years ago, he said, “The hate is already here.” He was referring to the hate that would result in a murder pandemic during the final days, as a result of the release of the red horseman of the apocalypse. Wow; he was not joking. America is already full of people who are fully ready to kill, rob, rape, and torture those they disagree with.

How can I feel so good when everyone else feels completely wretched?

I have often said that people who are close to God live in a different reality. The world of the wheat is not like the world of the tares. We are blessed and looked after. Our future is too bright to be described. We take pleasure in things like love and graciousness. The tares enjoy ideation on violence. They dream of descending on the rest of us like stinging insects. They already do it whenever conservatives or Christians hold an outdoor event.

Look at what brings them pleasure in life. Worse, their future is horrible. They will be plucked up and burned, not just for a while, but forever. We’ll be gone, safe in the arms of a being composed of power and love, and they will be shrieking and sobbing in complete, permanent loneliness and obscurity.

They abuse and insult us, and many of us take the bait and fight back with the same weapons. When one of us does that, he thinks he’s opposing them, but he’s really joining them and opting into their future of failure and agony.

As an example of our increasing inability to self-monitor, there is a group of conservatives called the Angry Vikings. Have you ever heard of anything so stupid? Why would any intelligent person want to identify with Vikings? The Vikings were a plague to everyone around them.

I know what’s happening. Many white conservatives feel that white culture is bland and tame. It bothers them that people don’t find white men threatening. They look at violent urban blacks, and they feel they are connected to primitive, tribal energy white people lack. They try to compensate by reaching back to pitiable Northern European religions practiced by bloodthirsty, terrifying tribes of blue-eyed barbarians. They want the world to know white people can be scary, too.

Basically, they want to undo centuries of evangelism. They want to share in the defeats of failed cultures because it makes them feel tough and important. They want to wallow in drama, just like urban gang members, instead of succeeding as peaceful, loving citizens.

The weird thing is that the descendants of the actual Vikings are extremely tame and orderly. They’re boring. Scandinavia is known for its blandness.

When you choose God, you choose love, joy, and victory. When you choose BLM or the Proud Boys or the Angry Vikings, you choose hate, cruelty, frustration, defeat, and the drug you love more than any other: drama.

You also choose silliness. “Angry Vikings”? Come on. How can a grown man be excited about calling himself an Angry Viking?

Organizations like Antifa, BLM, the Proud Boys, and the Angry Vikings are gangs. It’s as though Americans were using the movie Gangs of New York as a template for living. Some gangs are much worse than others, but a gang is a gang.

I love joy, just as I love love. It’s very pleasant, having these things pour through me. A lot of the time, I feel as though I’m about to leave the ground and fly; as though I could jump off the world and depart. Maybe it’s about to happen; I keep thinking the rapture is close.

I want to stay clean so nothing holds me down when the time comes. I want God’s character–the fruit of the Spirit–to dominate inside me from now on. It’s not just morally right; it feels good.

I always say people who use drugs are trying to replicate the sensation of God’s presence inside them. It’s true. When you feel God inside you, it’s very much like being on drugs. He brings sensations of euphoria, peace, and power. People who are gorging on hate are cutting themselves off from all this.

It’s no wonder America is in love with weed. Weed appeals to angry, worried people. It’s not for pleasant individuals who are easy to get along with. It makes jerks feel better about life so they don’t have to change. People are using dope as a salve to soothe open wounds God is supposed to cover.

I can’t thank God enough for getting me off social media and for advising me not to read a lot of news comments. He was so right. I can’t wait for the day when I know I will never have to stare into this dumpster fire again.

Puppy-Skinner as Protagonist

It’s funny how little things can make big impressions.

Today I somehow saw the movie Cruella mentioned. I have seen the title before, but I never thought much about it. Disney gives me the creeps, and besides, I’m an adult. Today I thought about it, and I said something to the only other person present: Marvin the parrot. I said something like, “Don’t tell me. It’s about how Cruella de Vil is actually the victim.”

Why did I say that? Because we live in a time when people love evil and hate good. I’ve seen the evil-as-good theme pushed a number of times in movies, TV shows, and musical performances. I think it’s part of Satan’s Antichristian offensive.

In 1959, Disney made Sleeping Beauty. In that movie, the character Maleficent was a fairy, or demon, as Christians would call her. She is called “the Mistress of All Evil.” When Sleeping Beauty is born, Maleficent is not invited to her christening, but she shows up anyway and curses the princess. We all know the story. Maleficent should have been caught and burned. She was not the protagonist.

In 2014, Disney made an eponymous movie about Maleficent herself. In the 2014 film, she’s not evil at all. She’s a very sweet demon with ugly brown wings and nasty horns. If she’s not the villain, who is? The human race, of course. She falls in love with a man, and he amputates her wings so his dad can take over a forest. Nice. Disney combined so many elements of Satan’s agenda: humanity as a pest species, misandry, demons as victims, and nature as something more valuable than human beings.

Of course, Maleficent eventually defeats the prince who vivisected her. She’s the heroine of the story. The prince falls to his death because he continues trying to kill her. Because, you know, that’s how human males always are. They drive pickup trucks and eat factory veal, for crying out loud.

The name “Maleficent” means “doing harm.” Funny name for someone you’re supposed to admire.

After I spoke to Marv, who was not interested, I thought I should check Wikipedia for details about Cruella. Maybe I wasn’t being fair. Maybe I was judging things based purely on Trump-loving, Bible-clinging bias. I took a look.

No. I wasn’t unfair.

In case you don’t know, Cruella de Vil was the hateful antagonist of the cartoon 101 Dalmatians and its sequels. She was rich and vicious, and she wanted to cut 101 Dalmatian puppies up and wear their fur.

In the new movie, Cruella’s living stepmother is murdered by Cruella’s biological mother, using Dalmatians. The mother abandoned Cruella and handed her over to a servant to be murdered. The servant hid her instead and raised her. Eventually, the real mom finds out and commands a herd of Dalmatians to run the stepmom off a cliff.

It’s an amazing thing. We started out with innocent puppies who needed to be saved from a psychopathic narcissist, and now the puppies are killers and the psychopath is the heroine.

It’s as if Satan is making fun of us. We’re so crazy and blind, he’s filling our entertainment with blatant reversals of good and evil, knowing creatures created in God’s image will clap and cheer. I think Satan takes pleasure in making people who look like God applaud the very evil that destroys them.

How far off can the rapture be? How much deeper into insanity can we plunge?

I used to go in for virtue-reversal entertainment. I enjoyed TV shows centering around the character Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I got used to liking vampires and demons. I don’t know what I was thinking. I thought it was harmless fantasy, but a long time ago, God told me this: we become what we imitate. I’m glad I dropped that stuff.

Similar reversals took place in the Hannibal Lecter films. In the first movie, Lecter was a vile insect who needed to be murdered in his cell. Later, he became a tortured individual who generally killed people who really deserved it. He was full of rage because his little sister had been eaten by cannibals, so it was understandable if he was cranky.

The author of the Lecter books wrote that Lecter specialized in killing rude people, calling them “free-range rude.” How could anyone complain about that?

There was also a heroic TV serial killer named Dexter. He channeled his sickness for good, killing other criminals.

Antiheroes are the new heroes. I mean that in two ways. First, they’re obviously heroes in many, many modern works, so they are doing what heroes do. Second, they have become just as trite as heroes. There are only so many plots movies and books can have, and we started scraping the bottom of the barrel maybe 60 years ago. Writers were fatigued with actual heroes, because they had been done to death. They fell back on evil heroes to pump some new blood into the system. Now evil heroes are a bore, but writers can’t come up with anything further, so we are stuck with them.

Dad is a hitman who uses his ninja skills to rescue his kids from the Proud Boys. Uncle Bob is a closet vampire who saves the town from the Westboro Baptist Church. Mom is a hooker who kills a pedophile priest. Enough, already.

This weekend, a California teacher became famous for a) removing the American flag from her room because it made her uncomfortable, and b) telling kids they could pledge allegiance to the sodomy flag, which she had put in the room because it did NOT make her uncomfortable.

I can’t even guess what my parents would have done had they found out my school forced me to sit in a room with a flag celebrating men shoving their male organs into each other’s mouths and anuses. As for pledging allegiance to it, well, there might have been assault charges.

I think it will be far worse in a year, when leftists have even more clout. Sexual deviants were very polite and timid when they didn’t have power, but when they’re in charge, they are different. Ask any good-looking young man who has been in prison or served on a naval vessel. I suspect homosexuality will become the dominant preference very soon, and once that happens, no man’s rear end will be safe. I think we will soon see Sodom-style rape mobs. It has happened before. There is no reason why it can’t happen again, especially during the tribulation, when there will be nothing left on earth to mitigate evil.

The trend is already present. In Great Britain, male rape has increased by a factor of NINE since 1995. Of course, that only includes reported offenses. Many men keep their humiliation private. GQ, hardly a Christian publication, says that when a man joins the military, his chances of being raped increase by a factor of 10. Yearly rape figures for men in our armed services run between 10,000 and 20,000.

Strange how no one mentioned these things when gays were pushing for the right to serve.

Useful info for modern men: the right to use lethal force applies to rape victims. You can shoot, mutilate, burn, blind, or otherwise harm a potential rapist without committing a crime. Good thing to know if you have doubts about your coworkers, youth pastor, camp counselor, or scoutmaster.

I can’t even guess what bizarre movie remakes are in store for us. Independence Day with city-vaporizing extraterrestrials as the heroes? Schindler’s List with Hitler as the victim? Maybe they’ll remake Alien and call it Undocumented.

It is rapidly becoming impossible to parody Satan’s leftists, because reality is sillier, more absurd, and more evil than anything a writer can imagine.

Maybe we’ll see a remake of The Exorcist in which the priests and possessed girl are villains because the girl supports Trump and won’t get vaccinated, and the demon wants to join BLM and Stonewall.

I hope God takes us soon. This place is a mess.

Pride Eventually Flags

Interesting stuff is happening here.

A few days back, my wife told me her cousin was under supernatural attack. His relatives were trying to kill him through witchcraft.

Believe it or not, this is a common thing in Zambia. My wife has had the same problem.

Zambia is a Christian nation. Its constitution makes Christianity the official religion, and the Muslim population is very low. At the same time, African religion, i.e. voodoo, has not gone away. Many people practice witchcraft along with Christianity. There are many individuals who have prominent positions in churches yet continue to cast spells and so on.

When a Zambian does too well in life, his relatives may start cursing him in secret. They do this out of envy.

The cousin has close relations who practice witchcraft, and he asked for prayer because he knew they were attacking him. Rhodah and I started fighting for him this week.

Early this morning, I had a dream. I was in my dad’s house in Miami. Relatives were there, although I couldn’t see anyone. We were getting ready to go on a trip together.

I had just gotten out of the shower. I was wearing a towel. I had left an AK-47 in the living room by the fireplace. Someone had taken it, and I knew it was a relative. I didn’t know who it was. I was concerned that a child might have gotten it.

I heard a large number of gunshots in rapid succession. They sounded exactly the way gunshots sound in real life when you hear them from inside a house. I thought some relative or other had taken the AK and was shooting criminals who were after us.

I got down on my stomach to present less area to gunfire, and I waited. Then I found myself in the front yard, still on the ground

A tall man who looked Indian walked to me. He was taller than a human being; about nine feet. He was wearing dress pants and a nice grey sportcoat. He had a pistol in his hand. The slide was locked back, showing he had emptied it at someone.

He offered me the pistol, so I reached up and took it. I was very careful to hold it by the barrel so I didn’t look like I was the shooter.

A bald policeman was in the yard. I held the gun up so he could see it and come for it. He took it. The Indian man was gone.

I found myself in darkness, as though I were in my bedroom. A bright light flashed in my eyes, as though I were under the covers and someone thrust a flashlight under them briefly. I saw strange green flashes of light. Then I woke up.

I felt there were spirits in the room. I thought I saw some shadows. Of course, I started cursing them with failure and telling them to leave. I wasn’t scared, but I had the feeling I used to get way back when I had nightmares. My blood was pumping hard, and I felt my skin tightening up. I felt that if I went back to sleep, a nightmare would follow. I was in a nightmare-prone state.

Of course, things were fine after I addressed the problem. God stood by me, as always. I went back to sleep.

This morning, I called Rhodah, and before I told her what had happened to me, she said she had not slept well. She said witches were attacking her because we were praying for her cousin. I told her about my dream. We fought the hostile spirits and people using supernatural means.

After that, her cousin showed up at her house, and I am waiting for him to leave so Rhodah and I can pray.

The tall man who shot the criminals and brought me the gun looked like an usher from Trinity, the corrupt church I used to attend in Miami Gardens. The usher was Indian, and he was always very professional. People respected him.

I think maybe he represented an angel sent to defend Rhodah and me. My relatives probably represented Christians.

The tall man was the only one who fired a shot. I could tell that by the rhythm of the sounds. No oe fired back. He didn’t use my AK, and he made a point of showing me what he did use. A pistol is a very weak, ineffective weapon compared to a good semiautomatic rifle, but he had no trouble shooting and defeating my enemies with it.

I suspect he took the AK so I wouldn’t try to defend myself with my own tools. This would show that God handled the problem for me.

My towel was dark red. The shower presumably represented sanctification through prayer in tongues. Maybe the red towel showed I was not finished with the sanctification process. In the Bible, bloodstains on clothing represent guilt.

I don’t want to fight with people. It’s a lot of work, it drags me down to their carnal level, and I don’t do it as well as God does. I can’t fight spirits with my body. I have to invoke God’s power. He is welcome to the work and the glory. I just want the victory.

Last night, I saw there had been a deadly flood in Tennessee. It made me think about the other floods we’ve seen this year. China, Europe, India, the Middle East, New York City, Arizona, Kentucky, London…seems like a lot of activity. I tried to find out whether this year’s flooding was truly unusual or merely more conspicuous because of increased coverage. It looks like there really are more floods. In various places, people are saying they got floods so severe they ordinarily occur only once in a century or millennium.

The thing that stands out here is the fact that Germans and Austrians couldn’t protect themselves from flood damage and deaths. You’re not supposed to say it in public, but people like the Germans, Austrians, and Scandinavians are more capable than nearly everyone else. They rank right up there with the Japanese, Singaporeans, and the Jews. They’re not supposed to die in floods, which are not that hard to prepare for.

It’s not a big surprise when Indians or Africans or Haitians die in a disaster other nations would shrug off with few or no casualties. It’s shocking to see Germans drown.

Certain types of people are more able than the rest of us, and they have much more reason to trust in their own strength. When people from such a group flounder in a disaster, it’s a humbling.

Journalists who specialize in exposing the many lies of the Communist Chinese government claim thousands of people have died in the Chinese floods. I think they’re telling the truth. Many people were trapped underground in tunnels. There are memorials set up in public, and the numbers of people who have been seen honoring the dead suggest that casualties were very high.

It seems safe to say the world is going through an extraordinary time of flooding, on most if not all settled continents. What does it mean?

God promised he would not destroy the world with water a second time, but he never said there would be no more floods, and floods are clearly signs of his disapproval. He used a flood against the entire human race, and later, he used a miraculous flash flood to drown a pharaoh and his army. He had Jesus and Peter walk on water, he saved Noah’s family, and he held the Dead Sea up in walls for the Hebrews to show that being lifted above water and being protected from submersion are indications that he is pleased.

Jesus said he would return when times were like the days of Noah. Because of the rainbow and his promise, I didn’t expect floods to be involved in the end times. I thought he was only referring to a worldwide abandonment of God, like the falling away of Noah’s time. Nonetheless, floods are here. He isn’t drowning all of humanity, but he seems to be shaking his fist.

Things are going to get worse. Virtually no one is connecting the problems of our times with God’s anger, and almost no one is calling for repentance or prayer as solutions. Instead, we are shaking our fists right back at God. We are intensifying our support for homosexuality and Americans are forcing it on other nations who don’t want it.

Zambia had a corrupt president. He just lost an election. He loved China, and under his rule, China got heavily involved in the exploitation of Zambia, which is full of things like copper and gold. Zambians do not like the Chinese because they are selfish and overbearing. Whites used to come and run businesses, and they took wealth out of the country, but they were kinder bosses, and they built things like schools and infrastructure. They left a lot of good things behind.

The Chinese have a reputation for building shoddy things that fall apart when they leave. They are not building schools or hospitals. They don’t send missionaries. They are not building good roads. They work people hard and pay them little, and they leave junk behind.

When Zambians look at the state of their country, they joke that they threw the white people out too soon. It’s a joke, but it’s based on truth. Other African countries that gained independence later are much more advanced.

Now that Zambia has a new president, Westerners are rushing to go in and invest. The new president favors the West. Guess what China is doing? They’re telling people Americans are coming so they can force acceptance of homosexuality on Zambians. The sad thing is that it’s completely true! We have a history of applying economic screws to Africans who resist sexual perversion.

Zambians are actively discussing the problem. Homosexual relations are banned by law there, and the people support the law. They don’t want rainbow flags all over their Christian country, but they are tired of the Chinese, and they want an economic revival.

Think of the contrast. America used to be the world’s leading exporter of Christianity, and that brought us dominance and prosperity. Now we are the world’s leading exporter of homosexuality and sexual sin. If sending Christian missionaries brought us God’s favor, what will we get for sending Biden’s missionaries of sodomy?

Americans don’t trust God. They trust America. They think our young nation and its dominance are permanent things. They think Americans are better than other people, which is clearly not even close to true. They think our wealth and the oceans that make invasion difficult will always keep us on top. It’s insane. The British were stronger than we are, and they ruled for longer, but look at them now.

Today one of my favorite Youtubers felt compelled to discuss Psalm 49. Here is part of it:

They that trust in their wealth, and boast themselves in the multitude of their riches;

None of them can by any means redeem his brother, nor give to God a ransom for him:

(For the redemption of their soul is precious, and it ceaseth for ever:)

That he should still live for ever, and not see corruption.

For he seeth that wise men die, likewise the fool and the brutish person perish, and leave their wealth to others.

Their inward thought is, that their houses shall continue for ever, and their dwelling places to all generations; they call their lands after their own names.

Nevertheless man being in honour abideth not: he is like the beasts that perish.

This their way is their folly: yet their posterity approve their sayings.

God says exactly what I’ve been saying for years. Why? Because I was repeating things he generously put in my mind.

Consider Babylon. It had an extremely powerful empire and a walled city that was considered impervious to attack. One night, Nebuchadnezzar’s son Belshazzar had a drunken party at which people used the sacred vessels of the Jewish temple to get drunk. Even as they were gloating and carousing, beneath the city, their enemies were entering under the walls through a drained river so they could leap out and take over. God even told Belshazzar why he was about to lose his empire. At the party, a hand appeared by a wall and wrote, “Mene, mene, tekel, upharsin.” Daniel was called to interpret. He said God was going to punish Belshazzar for pride and for offending the God of heaven, and he interpreted the words this way:

This is the interpretation of the thing: Mene; God hath numbered thy kingdom, and finished it.

Tekel; Thou art weighed in the balances, and art found wanting.

Peres; Thy kingdom is divided, and given to the Medes and Persians.

Belshazzar knew God had driven Nebuchadnezzar mad for 6 years because of pride, and Daniel reminded him. He had learned nothing from his father’s experience, so God had no reason to spare him.

We’re just like the Babylonians. We know who God is, but we don’t care, and we’re busy planting “pride” flags all over the world. We are feeding hidden supernatural enemies who will be released suddenly. When things go sideways, we’ll claim we didn’t see it coming, but that will be a lie. We had the Bible, and we had people to warn us.

My best guess is that the floods will continue without destroying the world. Sooner or later, we should start seeing earthquakes, too.

New Orleans has been evacuated, and a storm that may hit Category Four is on the way. That means another flood, if the hurricane’s eye passes to the east. We all know how well people there respond to warnings. I wonder if irresponsible people will stay and drown again. If they do, will the press blame Biden, the way they unfairly blamed Bush and ignored the residents and local Democrats who were really responsible?

There has to be a way to hang this around Donald Trump’s neck. This, solar flares, the breakup of the Beatles, and the Great Chicago Fire of 1871.

Our politicians aren’t really the primary causes of our problems. Apostasy and idolatry are. If we were right with God, we would have competent leaders. He would set them over us instead of giving us over to political leaders like poor, demented Biden and cultural leaders like sleazy, slutty Megan Thee Stallion.

For the umpteenth time since the pandemic started, my area is experiencing grey, overcast weather resembling the days before a hurricane. This has been happening all summer, even when no storms have been near Florida. Over and over, a strange sense of foreboding has settled on the place. It’s as though God were calling for silence and asking people to reflect before he brings judgment.

I’m ready. I hope the rapture comes as soon as possible, and I hope I’m taken. Human beings know they’re doing wrong. They’ve made their choices. Maybe if the tribulation starts, their increased suffering will motivate them to do the right thing. The soft approach isn’t working.

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My brain was in reverse when I said New Orleans might flood if Ida passed to the EAST. I should have said WEST. I knew storms rotated counterclockwise, but when I pictured it in my head, I saw it the other way.

People in Kabul Aren’t Feeling Gay

Tell me whether you think this is a revelation.

In Genesis, God said, “My spirit will not strive with man forever. Because he is flesh, his days shall be 120 years.” Many people think this means modern humans have limited lifespans because God was saying he was shortening them.

Problem: Noah lived 950 years, and 350 of those years passed AFTER the flood and AFTER God said man’s days would be 120 years. Noah is not alone. Abraham lived long after Noah, and he lived to be 175. Isaac died at 180. Israel died at 147.

Uh oh.

Other people believe God was saying, “I am not going to continue wasting effort trying to save a human race which clearly will not listen, so in 120 years, I will destroy them.” That seems to make more sense.

Googling around, I see that we are not certain how much time passed between the day Noah received his assignment and the day the flood began, but we know it was around 100 years. We don’t know the date of God’s announcement that he would shorten man’s days to 120 years, but it is mentioned before the command he gave Noah. There appears to be no reason why the 120-year announcement could not have taken place 120 years before the execution of the human race, and there is also no other good explanation for the announcement.

We know the tribulation will be the second destruction of the human race. It won’t be as thorough as the flood, because God will end it in order to prevent total extinction, but effectively, it will be a repeat performance, except people will be drowned spiritually, not physically. God will use fire, not water, to cleanse the earth.

God gave us the rainbow to document his promise that he would not destroy the earth with water a second time. He also said he would return, which will happen at the end of the tribulation, when things are as they were in the days of Noah, when human beings were given over to evil. It’s notable that homosexuals, whose activities are extremely offensive to God, use the rainbow on their flag, and that they call it the “pride” flag.

Pride is almost synonymous with homosexuality. Google “pride” and see what pops up. It won’t be Charlie. Other search engines give somewhat mixed results, but the Google Kidz have their site rigged up so the results are gay, gay, gay.

Here is what occurred to me last night: what if God intends to bring the tribulation 120 years after giving the world a final dispensation of grace? He left Noah to preach here for 120 years, and he got nowhere, and God works in repetitive patterns. What if God started counting the years at the beginning of the revival of baptism with the Holy Spirit?

Many people think the charismatic movement started in 1906, in Los Angeles, in a church on Azusa Street. That isn’t true. In America, it started no later than 1901. The first known manifestation which fed into the charismatic movement took place in Topeka, Kansas, with a woman named Agnes Ozman. Another manifestation, which failed to get traction, took place near Murphy, North Carolina, in 1896. Ozman’s experience appears to be the match that lit the fire.

Ozman’s pastor and 34 other people began manifesting the gift, it spread to California, and the rest is history.

What is 1901 plus 120? It’s 2021.

People may shout, “Jesus said he didn’t know the day or the hour,” but he said that a long time ago, and surely he didn’t mean neither he nor anyone else would ever know. He can’t return unless he knows the day and hour. Also, 2021 is not a day or an hour. It’s a year. If God tells us the year the tribulation will begin, we will still be in the dark regarding the day and hour.

If we reckon from 1906, when the real explosion occurred, 120 years will be up in 2027. Still not far off.

It seems pretty clear to me that the 4th seal of Revelation 6 has been opened, and the 5th seal may also have been opened. If the 5th seal is open, then once the events it heralds are finished, the 6th seal will open, and that’s a very bad seal. It will indicate that the nicer part of the tribulation has begun. During the 6th-seal period, people will be saved and martyred. The 7th seal period is where the heavy-duty tribulation sets in.

Here’s what happens when the 6th seal is opened:

And I beheld when he had opened the sixth seal, and, lo, there was a great earthquake; and the sun became black as sackcloth of hair, and the moon became as blood;

And the stars of heaven fell unto the earth, even as a fig tree casteth her untimely figs, when she is shaken of a mighty wind.

And the heaven departed as a scroll when it is rolled together; and every mountain and island were moved out of their places.

And the kings of the earth, and the great men, and the rich men, and the chief captains, and the mighty men, and every bondman, and every free man, hid themselves in the dens and in the rocks of the mountains;

And said to the mountains and rocks, Fall on us, and hide us from the face of him that sitteth on the throne, and from the wrath of the Lamb:

For the great day of his wrath is come; and who shall be able to stand?

More 6th-seal events:

After this I beheld, and, lo, a great multitude, which no man could number, of all nations, and kindreds, and people, and tongues, stood before the throne, and before the Lamb, clothed with white robes, and palms in their hands;

And cried with a loud voice, saying, Salvation to our God which sitteth upon the throne, and unto the Lamb.

And all the angels stood round about the throne, and about the elders and the four beasts, and fell before the throne on their faces, and worshipped God,

Saying, Amen: Blessing, and glory, and wisdom, and thanksgiving, and honour, and power, and might, be unto our God for ever and ever. Amen.

And one of the elders answered, saying unto me, What are these which are arrayed in white robes? and whence came they?

And I said unto him, Sir, thou knowest. And he said to me, These are they which came out of great tribulation, and have washed their robes, and made them white in the blood of the Lamb.

Things look pretty bad during that time, but 7th-seal events are much worse. It appears that every person who prays and serves God will be gone from the earth by the time the 7th seal opens, so everyone here will be like those who are already in hell. They will feel God’s wrath without a buffer, because God doesn’t have to hold back his fury to protect his children, and because no one on earth is repenting or praying for mercy.

During the 7th-seal period, Many people of the earth will be destroyed with plagues, including things like being roasted with fire.

Is this how it works? Are we nearly at the end of a 120-year probation period? Is this why the weather is so strange and an air of foreboding has pervaded my county for the last year and a half? Is this why people are frozen in place, waiting for the end of a bobbing-and-weaving pestilence that will never go away?

Is this why we elected an arrogant, lying, demented dotard who is currently presiding over our downfall? Biden is sitting in the Oval Office feeling great about achieving his narcissistic dream, with no idea how to cope with the events that are swirling around him. It’s as though he were elected captain of the darts team on a burning ship. He’s clutching his treasured prize, but it might as well be a sack of manure.

To add to my questions, the other day my wife heard an audible voice. It said, “October 26th.” What does it mean? Is it the day of the rapture? Is it the day she will get a tourist visa to come to America? We don’t know.

It’s remarkable that some Christians don’t believe in the rapture. The Bible describes it with considerable specificity, and there have already been at least three raptures. Enoch, Elijah, and Jesus have already been raptured. The flood was a picture of the rapture, even though no one was lifted to heaven.

Noah represents Jesus. The 8 people on the ark represent a new beginning, because a week has 7 days, and day 8 starts a new week. Noah’s children were lifted above the earth while people below were killed miserably, and when they returned, they owned the entire earth, and they gave rise to every race on the planet.

In the rapture, Jesus takes us away, we spend 7 years in heaven, and then he returns us here, to lead the survivors of the tribulation and start a new human race.

In Genesis, God said he had shortened man’s time because men were flesh. Enoch said God brought the flood because the sons of the angels were giants in the flesh but not in the spirit. It looks like God was saying the same thing Enoch said. Right now, a gigantic percentage of human beings are ruled by the flesh. The parallel is obvious.

We’re putting homosexuality flags up at our embassies abroad, along with the US flag. Not everyone agrees. Jamaicans have protested this celebration of abomination. I am on their side. The embassy may be our soil, but godly Jamaicans have to look at that flag. I wonder if we have homosexuality flags up in places like Saudi Arabia and Pakistan. I’ll bet we don’t. Leftists are loud but not brave.

We did put flags up in the UAE, the Vatican, and Afghanistan. In Kabul, the flag was intended to celebrate June, which is Pride Month. How is it that blacks got stuck with February, the worst month of the year, and homosexuals got June? It’s interesting that Kabul fell after we insulted the God that gives us victory.

Biden is amazing. I just read that ISIS set off two suicide bombs in Kabul, including one at the airport. Raise your hand if you didn’t see that coming. Remember all those ISIS victories on US-occupied ground during Trump’s term? Neither do I. Biden is bringing back the good old days of Obama and Bush.

People are so deluded and dishonest, they’re actually debating whether it was a good idea to forgo creating a withdrawal plan and allow the country to collapse at the whims of our terrorist enemies. The news says we left the Taliban arms and other military items worth $28 billion, and that includes Blackhawk helicopters, which they are now operating. Armed versions of the Blackhawk are very nasty weapons, and you can destroy one with a single bomb, so why didn’t we do it? Why didn’t we have our soldiers drive tanks and MRAP’s over rifles instead of handing them over?

I can destroy an M16 in three seconds, and so can you. A person with a jug of gasoline and a lighter can burn out a vehicle or an aircraft in a couple of minutes. I can put uniforms, boots, and ballistic helmets in piles and set fire to them. I’m not even in the military. Somehow, these ideas never occurred to Biden. It looks like our military leaders never thought of them, either, but they did have time to form and implement plans to promote male-on-male anal sex.

The Germans and Japanese destroyed arms and other resources as they retreated. So did the Soviets. Are Americans just too dumb to do the same thing?

How can we be this stupid? Supernatural delusion is the only explanation. No one is this dumb without help.

The Taliban said they agreed the airport should stay open, and Biden believed them. He believed the enemy, because that’s who smart leaders go to for wartime advice. Did ISIS make the same promise, or did Biden just forget to invite them to the talks?

I can’t believe leftists are still arguing about what will happen in Afghanistan. Here’s what will happen: we will leave, Biden will keep calling it a victory, the Taliban’s enemies will be arrested, tortured, robbed, raped, and murdered, and the Taliban and ISIS will crank up terrorism both inside and outside Afghanistan. Other terrorists will smell dotard blood in the water and follow suit. You don’t have to be Nostradamus to figure these things out. They’re already happening.

China and Russia will be emboldened because they look at America and see grandpa asleep at the wheel of the Family Truckster. Thank God the Chinese Navy is so feeble. If it weren’t, we could probably expect to hand the Taiwanese their own Bay of Pigs this year. I wonder how Biden or Harris would try to spin that.

Biden drove gas prices up by destroying the Keystone Pipeline and sending the gas to China. He’s also going after fracking and drilling. He’s begging OPEC to pump oil to help us fix the problem he and his supporters caused. Remember how oil importers had to pay buyers to take oil under Trump? Wasn’t that great? Now Biden is pumping air into the furnace of international terrorism, which always raises oil prices. Is there anything else he could do to put us at the mercy of our enemies? Maybe it would help if we had gays dance around our domestic rigs and chant for more crude in the name of pride.

It’s only August, and Biden’s America already has two wheels in the ditch.

I can’t swear God’s 120-year punishment has been repeated for the modern world, but it seems very plausible, so I plan to pray about it. I hope it’s true, because as much as I enjoy life, I know my wife and I are living behind enemy lines, and it won’t be long before persecution in America starts to look like persecution in Iran, except with more men in dresses.

Expect to be Rejected

It’s amazing how Spirit-led Christians get separated from people who don’t know God.

My family has an LLC, and it owns some land. A long time ago, we stupidly offered a purchase option to a shady corporation. We signed an authorization allowing my sister to sell the option for X dollars. The buyer provided a check for X/10, and on the front, they wrote that the check was for the option. They did not include any language saying it was payment in full.

We thought the price offered was too low, so we revoked the option. The buyer sued. The case sat in court for about a decade. At least twice, the court itself sent out orders to show cause. The plaintiff had let the case lie dormant, and the court demanded to know why it should not have been dismissed. We did not oppose the plaintiff’s attorney when lame excuses were presented.

When this case came up, my dad and I offered to handle it for nothing. My dad was the best lawyer I ever knew. My grandfather got rich through practicing law and investing, along with some other unsavory practices, and my relatives think he was a superhero, but he never saw the day he could practice against his son-in-law.

My family insisted on giving the case to my cousin, who expected a fee. My cousin is no litigator. He didn’t move for dismissal based on failure to prosecute. He also chose not to file for dismissal based on failure of consideration, which means he didn’t contest the claim that a 10% payment was sufficient. It was not. The law clearly states that in cases where there is failure of consideration (including insufficient consideration), a contract will generally be rescinded.

The plaintiff sued the LLC as well as all its members individually. My cousin never filed for dismissal of the individual defendants. You can’t sue an individual personally for the actions of an LLC of which he is a member, barring certain unusual circumstances which are not applicable in our case.

I emailed my family, including my cousin, from time to time, and they usually didn’t respond. I didn’t expect anything from my co-defendant relatives, based on their history, but failure to communicate with a client is a very serious thing. Lawyers get suspended for it all the time.

A couple of weeks back, I heard the plaintiff had filed a motion for judgment. I was never served. I couldn’t get a copy of it. I started trying to contact my cousin, calling his office, texting, and so on. I didn’t get an answer until last night.

Basically, he made a point of talking to every LLC member except me, he dodged my communications, and then he came to me claiming they all wanted him to settle the case by giving up. He said they wanted him to do exactly what the plaintiff wanted.

Only a litigator could understand how bad this is.

Here is what you do when you get a case:

1. Make sure you are competent to handle it.
2. Get out the rules of procedure and write out a complete calendar of all deadlines and procedures.
3. Research the law and write a comprehensive, up-to-date analysis.
4. If possible, move for dismissal based on the insufficiency of the complaint.
5. If dismissal at this stage is not possible, perform discovery to determine the facts.
6. File such motions as are appropriate as the facts emerge. You may still be able to get a dismissal before trial.

As far as I can tell, my cousin did a little of #5 and none of the other things. He has never filed a motion. When I asked him for his research, he had nothing to say. Ask me about any case I’ve handled, and I can email you every piece of research in half an hour. This is normal. I still have research and briefs done by my father.

My cousin is a prosecutor, not a full-time private attorney. He practices in the same little backwoods area where my grandfather got rich, and most lawyers up there are very weak. They practice a very rudimentary, informal type of law. The good ones generally leave. That’s what happened to my dad. The lawyers in Eastern Kentucky could never begin to deal with a real litigator. I think that atmosphere made my cousin soft.

My dad practiced almost exclusively in federal courts, all over the country, routinely shutting down Ivy League attorneys. When I worked with him, I worked against real litigators, addressing complex issues. In Eastern Kentucky, a real lawyer like my dad or me would be like Mike Tyson sparring with old ladies at a strip mall Tae Kwon Do dojo.

I’ll digress with an amusing story. My dad was handling a labor matter. The union attorneys showed up. They said they were Harvard lawyers. One of them said they had beaten the last attorney they faced, and they would beat my dad, too. He said, “If you do, I’ll buy you a drink, and if you lose, you can buy me a drink.” They lost and ran off, and my dad never got his drink.

My dad took criminal cases when he was young, to feed his family. He handled 11 murder cases and got 10 acquittals. In the remaining case, the defendant and victim were both black. After the verdict, my dad heard one juror tell another, “Got rid of two at once.” He tried to get his client to let him file for a retrial based on jury misconduct, but the client said he didn’t want to bother. He said he had been to the pen before, and it didn’t bother him to go back.

The motion opposing counsel sent my cousin is pathetic. It wasn’t accompanied by a brief, which amazes me. That’s malpractice anywhere except Eastern Kentucky. It contained a huge stack of irrelevant deeds. It also contained a copy of the check, which we should be using to get a dismissal. It asked for remedies that made no sense. Opposing counsel is clearly incompetent, but we are rolling over for her as though she were Ben Cardozo.

It’s a shame my family would not let my dad and me handle this. Would we have gotten a better result? I believe we would have done away with the case in a couple of months. We certainly could not have done worse than giving up to a dimestore attorney AND charging a fee.

We are literally in the same place we would have been had we done nothing and received a default judgment, except that we will have to pay someone, and we lost the benefit of investing the proceeds from the sale.

When I talked to my cousin, I could not get him to agree with basic assertions of fact and law. I hadn’t heard from him in years, and he said he was satisfied with his communication. It was like talking to someone who was hypnotized and unable to perceive the truth. Whenever I made a point, he changed the subject.

Later on, I prayed about it and asked God what was going on. Then I realized it was just another step in my isolation from unsaved people and stubborn people. It was completely natural for everyone in the family to ostracize me. I’m the only real litigator in the family, and they all know it, but it was natural for them to side with my cousin, against their own interests, because he is one of them, and I am not.

He even cited my sister’s opinion. My sister is a convicted felon who is no longer allowed to practice law, and her right to represent the family was taken away because of her character. No one in the family can stand her, my father, my aunt, and my grandfather have all thrown her out of their houses, and my cousin talked to her first and listened to her legal opinion and cited it back to me.

None of it makes sense, but then it wasn’t supposed to make sense. When supernatural forces are at work, nonsensical things happen.

Last night, I asked God if he would multiply back to me and my wife whatever we lost because of my family’s bad decisions. I felt that he said he would, and I let it go. I felt separated from anger, and I want it to stay that way.

I don’t need the money. Things are going great for me. I am unquestionably a bad and undeserving person, but I am trying to submit to God, and he has been extremely merciful to me, giving me a life which is far better than I deserve. I don’t expect to have to work ever again. I live on a pleasant farm, nicely isolated from the urban insanity of the dawning apocalypse. I have no debt. I have a very attractive wife who is a magnificent companion and prayer partner. The worst people in my life are dead or far away and powerless. For my relatives, things are not going like this. They have marriage problems, money problems, addictions, mental torments, and degenerative diseases. Not all of them have every type of problem, but all of them have some. I can’t name one who is not unhappy.

For years, I have been praying for God to cut my financial ties to my family. We are sitting on useless land we started inheriting in 1994. They will not stand together and get it sold. I keep asking God what I am doing wrong to be held up like this. My financial situation will not be affected greatly one way or another, so that isn’t what concerns me. I just want the connection severed. I don’t want to be tied to people who consistently make the worst possible decisions. I can’t wait to see the last piece of land sold.

Why haven’t I taken action in the past? I hated the scrapping. My grandfather left a very bad will, and it brought out the worst in people. I figured God would take care of me, and I thought he did not want me taking over my own representation or filing to force sales.

The other day, I had a dream. I was in a big, luxurious Lincoln Town Car, from the days when luxury cars really were luxurious. I saw a punk outside my window. He took the form of a shallow guy I knew in college. Nice guy, but not much there. Women chased him, and he went along with the crowd. In the dream, he had some kind of assault rifle. It looked like a toy made of plastic.

I took out my Glock and fired at him three times. The rounds went off with weak noises, and if they hit him, I didn’t see it. I reached out and ripped his gun out of his hands, and I drove off with the windows closed.

I believe God was telling me my carnal weapons were not much good. I won’t get much by fighting people in court or by striving with them. The car, like all motorized vehicles in my dreams, represented God’s help. If I am led by the Spirit, then he protects me with his power and defeats my enemies. The punk represented people who want desperately to fit in to this world. He was not a spirit.

The children of darkness give people disfavor, on Satan’s behalf. The only remedy is God’s favor.

You can’t expect to be part of the gang when you belong to God. Jesus said the world would hate his followers, and of course, what he said was true. By “followers”, I don’t mean people who sit in church once in a while or people who haven’t received the baptism with the Holy Spirit. I don’t mean what my wife calls “nominal Christians.” I mean people who are seriously trying to get close to God and stay there, through the gifts and fruit of the Holy Spirit.

I can’t tell you how many times I’ve prayed for my relatives. It just doesn’t work. I baptized one cousin in my pool, but apart from her, I don’t have a single relative who speaks in tongues, seeks correction, and understands any of the deep things of God.

People have free will, so often, we pray over and over to God when the only ones who can answer our prayers are the people we are praying for. God is offering them every kind of help, but they turn it down. That’s the way life works. I have no idea whether any of my relatives will change before the tribulation or even afterward.

When I was a kid, I was extremely grateful for my family. I loved my aunts and cousins. I loved two of my uncles. The other was sadistic and scary, and he hated me because I was my grandfather’s favorite. I loved going home for summers and holidays. I looked forward to seeing everyone. I loved big family meals. I thought I had something special. As time passed, however, we grew apart. Now the people who are closest to me are my wife and former strangers I got to know through my walk with Christ.

My relatives ignore me, and when they do get in touch, it generally leads to be being dragged into a vexing problem they caused. They never contact me about anything but business. They have visited Florida and come very close without even telling me. They had a big Thanksgiving dinner and informed me afterward. My new family sends me cards and gifts. They pray for me. They tell me they love me. They come for visits. I have their photos on my walls. The only biologicals whose photos are on my walls are my mother’s parents.

It’s terrible to see people you love fall into delusion and accept it. I wish we could have the warmth we used to have. Those days are gone, though. My grandparents’ estates served as wedges to pry down the facade.

I have never taken a penny for doing anything for the estates. I offered to work for them for nothing, as though they were indigent pro bono clients. I have never received a cent of estate money that wasn’t given to me out in the open. I have never taken the smallest item of personalty unless it was on record and officially sanctioned. I have never fought over anything. I haven’t gone after items people have said were stolen from my share. I used to get along with everyone. There is no natural explanation for the way things have turned out.

I forgive everyone who has taken part in creating this mess. I took part, myself. I got off the train eventually, but I was there to help put the wheels on, before I turned to God.

I don’t think there is any point in continuing to pray for them. I have been doing it for 14 years, and only one apple fell from the tree. In a parable, Jesus only gave an unfruitful tree one year.

People who miss the rapture will still be able to be saved during the tribulation, but they will wish they were dead. There is hope for my loved ones who won’t listen during the present age. I hate to think of what they may go through if they get stuck here.

If you get close to God, expect to lose people. It has happened to every person I know who has tried it. Don’t blame yourself. Don’t look for a natural reason. What’s happening to you is preparation for the rapture or death. You’re being cleansed and equipped.

If you lose your coworkers, friends, kids, spouse, or relatives, don’t worry. God has a new famiy for you. He promises he sets the solitary in families. He takes people out of dysfunctional biological families, and he puts them together with his other children.

Soon Civil Rights Will Only be for the Rich

What a rewarding day this must be for “conservatives” who voted for Biden because they wanted to punish Trump. Biden just banned the importation of Russian-made ammunition. Never-Trumpers must be rejoicing as they contemplate what may turn out to be a permanent ammunition shortage, accompanied by prices that make 9mm look like .50 BMG.

Prices were already insanely high before Biden acted. The other day I saw an ad bragging about 9mm selling for about $27 per box. The last time I bought 9mm, I paid $7.35.

Anyway, wonderful work, Trump-haters. At least you have a president who doesn’t hurt your feelings.

Pro-civil-rights news outlets are claiming Russia made about 40% of the ammunition currently offered for sale in the United States. That’s a pretty high percentage to lose. The market can’t absorb that kind of hit during an ammo glut. It certainly won’t be able to do it during a severe shortage.

There are people who like to brag that they don’t buy Russian ammunition. They claim the quality is low and the steel cases hurt their guns, and they say the ban will not affect them. That’s a ridiculous position for a number of reasons.

1. The quality isn’t low. Commercial Russian ammunition is reliable and safe, and the primers are not corrosive. Low-priced Russian ammunition may not be as accurate as top-shelf products from other countries, but generally, this is true of cheap ammo regardless of where it’s made.

2. Contrary to keyboard-warrior scuttlebutt which is peer-reviewed at barbecues by individuals under the influence of Shiner Bock, the steel-cased stuff does not damage firearms.

3. Now that Russian ammo is disappearing, people who used to buy it will start competing with snobs for ammunition made elsewhere. That ammunition, which is already overpriced and in very short supply, should become much more expensive and harder to find. The only people who won’t be affected are the few individuals who are hoarding enough ammunition for a lifetime and who don’t lose their stashes to theft or fire.

4. It doesn’t matter that Russian manufacturers aren’t big factors when it comes to many calibers. A panic caused by a ban applying to any category of ammunition will drive people to stock up on every other type.

Russian ammo kills countless deer and other game animals every year, it’s perfect for people who use a lot of ammo practicing for armed confrontations, and the Russians make deadly, reasonably priced rounds for taking out home invaders. Anyone who thinks Russian ammo is garbage and serves no useful purpose in the hands of a discriminating consumer is living in a fantasy world.

The price of 7.62x39mm has already gone way up, and the ink on the ban is barely dry.

I decided to pick up another box in this caliber, as well as what should be enough .22 LR to get me through a year. I paid about 10 cents per round for the .22 shells. That’s not great, but it beats paying twice as much, the way people were a few weeks back.

Biden’s excuse for the ban is that the Russians are making neurotoxins and infringing human rights. It is believed they poisoned a dissident named Navalny.

When I heard about the ban last night, I got very angry at Biden. I could not help myself. Obviously, this ban has nothing to do with intelligent or principled political tactics. If we cared about human rights, we and the rest of the world would have blockaded China a long time ago. The Chinese have a huge system of political prisons, they have legions of slaves, they harvest organs from dissidents, they occupy Tibet, they persecute Christians, and they’re destroying the Uighurs. Biden isn’t banning Chinese goods.

Biden isn’t concerned about human rights or the manufacture of a little bit of poison. He’s probably trying to show his conspiracy-addled supporters he’s standing up to Trump’s alleged puppetmaster, and he’s pumping up his base by striking an extremely damaging blow to our exercise of our civil right to keep and bear arms.

Our big imports from Russia are oil, precious stones and platinum, iron and steel, fertilizers, and inorganic chemicals. How can ammunition be a priority?

Biden will be happy to let his order expire as early as 12 months from now, provided the Russians do things like promising not to make nerve gas, letting us inspect, and paying restitution to Mr. Navalny. There is no way they will do any of those things. Maybe they would be more malleable had we stopped buying steel and oil, but Biden doesn’t have the guts or integrity to go after those things, and I don’t think he wants to. I think this whole thing is an anti-freedom scam. I believe Biden and his leftists pals wanted a way to make the ammunition shortage worse while appearing to stand up to Putin. I think Biden would be extremely disappointed if Russia caved in.

The news for shooters isn’t all bad. Biden also released a gigantic, multi-billion dollar store of excellent American weapons and ammunition, and he gave it away to anyone who wanted it. Unfortunately, it’s in Afghanistan, and the people who took it are Taliban soldiers. Here they are, wearing our uniforms and carrying our rifles while they make fun of us.

If that photo doesn’t break your heart, you should be deported.

Those things on their heads appear to be night vision systems, which cost US taxpayers as much as a nice used car. Presumably, if the Taliban can figure out how to use them, they will employ them to shoot collaborators and whichever Americans are unfortunate enough to remain in the country too long.

Destroying a rifle or a night vision system is not hard or time-consuming. It can be done in a few seconds. Bend the rifle’s barrel in a vise and throw the monocular at a concrete floor. Done. Our troops and Afghan friendlies could have been ordered to do it before Afghanistan collapsed. Somehow, this was not a priority to Biden, but he had time to plan a cowardly attack on our civil rights.

I was angry about the ban, and I even said some nasty things about Biden, but after I corrected myself, all I felt was a sense that the world was in the process of collapsing.

Back in 2015, I dreamed the rapture had come. I heard a long, low, loud blast from an enormous horn, and I started floating up through the ceiling. I knew everyone on earth could hear the horn. I was not scared, but I felt a heavy sense of how serious the moment was. It was extremely sobering. I felt vicarious dread on behalf of the unprepared world. Last night after reading about Biden’s pandering ban, I felt the same thing.

Of course, there are other signs of the end and the abandonment of reason. This morning I got up and checked to see if any of my Youtube subscriptions had posted anything interesting, and I saw stories of Australia’s coronavirus ban. I had not been paying attention to Australia and its 25 million people, so I was surprised to see how bad things were.

Evidently, many parts of Australia have been under lockdowns since last year. People are losing their minds. Now that more cases are popping up, the house-arrest rules are getting worse.

I learned that Australia is fining people $3000 to $5000 (70-cent Australian dollars) for doing things like leaving their homes and going for drives…alone! That’s astonishing.

Australians are protesting. Guess what the police do? They arrest the people who coordinate the protests. Not for protesting or bothering the police. For encouraging others to protest! Of course, they arrest protestors, too.

I saw a smug leftist celebrity on Youtube the other day, claiming America was not the greatest country on earth. He issued various criticisms, and he said we were not distinguished by freedom. He claimed 187 countries were free.

To leftists, “free” doesn’t mean what it means to the rest of us. It doesn’t mean you have freedom of speech, except when it comes to the vilest types of sexual obscenity. There are “free” countries where you can now be prosecuted for criticizing homosexuality or pagan religions. Canada is one of them. Australia certainly is not free if you can’t leave your house, can’t protest, and can’t even tell others they should protest.

I can’t imagine being locked in my house for months. Last year, there were times when I couldn’t enter certain local businesses, and I have had to wear masks for brief visits to other businesses, but apart from one excursion outside the state, during which I had to pretend to wear masks for long plane trips, I have never had to give up much freedom. I don’t know how I would stand what Australians are going through.

Freedom is not a luxury. It’s very important. I won’t call it a basic human right, because after what I’ve seen, I’m not sure it is, but it’s not something to be given up merely because you might get a respiratory disease. Australians handed their freedom over, and many Americans have done the same thing and want to force others to follow suit.

For centuries, Americans have had a policy of sacrificing lives–ours and those of our enemies–for freedom. We killed about 200,000 Japanese with atomic bombs in defense of freedom. We firebombed German cities in defense of freedom. We sacrificed 400,000 of our own citizens in World War Two in defense of freedom. When did we become more afraid of sickness than tyranny?

For a long time, I’ve been saying Americans didn’t actually care about freedom. I grew up surrounded by people who enjoyed claiming Americans loved freedom so much they could not bear life without it. Maybe that was generally true at one time; I don’t know. It’s not true now. Some of us love freedom, but many are excited about the prospect of increased control by government and unelected technocrats. A huge percentage of Americans seriously think our keepers should be trusted with everything we have, to the point where “liberty” only means freedom to comply.

If westerners who love to spout off about freedom are imprisoning their citizens and treating them like kids who get caught wandering around without hall passes, simply because they might get a disease that kills a tiny percentage of its victims, you have to wonder what other excesses are on the way.

The ammunition ban, which also applies to firearms, is disturbing for more than one reason. It’s terrible to know that our president is willing to nullify the Second Amendment on a lark, using a constitutional loophole. It’s also disturbing to think about all the freedom-lovers out there who may react badly to this decision. I don’t believe in using guns to fix our political problems, but many people do, and this is the wrong time in history to provoke them.

Store shelves may go dry, but Obama and Biden spurred a prolonged frenzy of buying, and there are more firearms, cartridges, and associated products in private hands than ever before. Conservatives are armed to the teeth, many are at least as highly trained as the police and the military, and they have things like night vision and plate carriers. Even leftists have been arming themselves; hypocrisy is a fundamental part of leftism. If Biden manages to toss the right match into this mess, he’s going to set off a firestorm. In his senility and arrogance, he is willing to toss matches, probably because he lacks the ability to understand what he’s doing. Who knows what he’ll do next? Who knows what Harris will do when he steps down? She has even less common sense than he does.

I think leftists are pulling the tiger’s tail. They are simply not able to fight conservatives. They don’t have as much training, ammunition, or armament. They may think they’ll have the government on their side, but the problem with that hope is that the police and the military are full of conservatives who will revolt and side against them. They’ll have to fight us by freezing bank accounts and keeping us off the web and cell networks. Will weapons like that be useful when people are shooting each other in the streets?

I can’t wait for the rapture. I wish it would come today. I have no intention of joining up with right-wing guerrillas when things go sideways, and I could never help the left. I don’t want to get caught in a carnal battle between two factions which are both controlled by demons. The truth is despised, and only a small number of Americans are led by the Holy Spirit, who is the only author of harmony. Regardless of who seems to win an armed conflict, it will be a catastrophe followed by an era of unending hatred and vengefulness.

I’m not sure why I bought AK-47 ammo yesterday. I’m not going to join in an armed resistance. I suppose it was reflexive. I want to be sure I’ll have enough for target shooting, plus a little for home defense, so the ban made me nervous, but I haven’t fired a round of 7.62x39mm for several years. I will probably have almost all of my AK ammo when I leave the earth.

People really need to get to know the Holy Spirit. They need to be ready for the end, because it looks like it’s almost here. I am highly confident that nominal Christians will be left behind when the rapture arrives. We need to fight anger and unforgiveness. We need to be aligned with God in our hearts and minds.

What Biden has done is a clear, deliberate act of oppression and provocation. If a president is crazy enough to do something like this, at the worst possible time, there is no telling what kinds of surprises the future holds for us.