Wonder if Hefner is Watching from Hell

Welcome to the fifty-cent tour of the end of the world. I am your guide. Today’s exhibit: a male homosexual on the cover of Playboy.

Is this a groundbreaking move? Depends on how you look at it.

In reality, America’s favorite porn rag Playboy featured a homosexual in 1991. His name is Caroline Cossey, and he goes by the name “Tula.” Tula did a naked pictorial, so I assume he has had surgery. I know he has prosthetic breasts, because at the time of his pictorial, a friend of mine said it looked like he had two servings of flan moving around under the skin of his chest. Flan is caramel custard, and it is shaped like a tapered hockey puck.

In 2017, Playboy featured another male homosexual. His name is Ines Rau. I have not seen his photos, but again, since he appeared nude, he must have had himself castrated and so on before doing the shoot.

The latest gay Playboy cover model is a man named Rock, and he doesn’t pretend to be a woman. I haven’t seen any indication that there are any photos of him inside the issue, so perhaps the porn-consuming world has been spared nudes. On the cover, he appears in a bunny costume with the top pulled down so his nipples can be seen.

The children of darkness are celebrating Rock as though he had come up with a cure for cancer. Not sure what that’s all about. All he did was put on a slutty costume and pose for a photo. They’re also calling him Playboy’s first openly gay cover model, which is clearly not true. They’re taking advantage of his ill-conceived appearance to reinforce the canard that male “transgenders” are women, not what they truly are: male homosexuals who want to look like women.

So what is the purpose of Playboy’s weird efforts to coerce lustful heterosexual men to look at other men?

Playboy may or may not have a goal; it’s run by confused people who probably don’t have an articulated agenda. They serve spirits, however, and those spirits do appear to have a goal: to spread homosexuality among men incrementally.

Leftists love to tell us homosexuals are “born that way,” and I’m sure that’s true in many cases. Some people are born thieves. Some people are born aggressive and violent. Some people are born liars. All of us are born with negative drives, so there is no reason why a person can’t be born with homosexual inclinations. That doesn’t mean all homosexuals are gay in the crib. People’s sexual desires can be changed. Many men have been content with heterosexuality for decades and then plunged willingly into homosexuality after events, such as imprisonment, that applied new pressures to them.

People are herd creatures. Most will go along with the majority when it makes no sense at all. Put an average person in a room with ten other people who insist that President Biden is a chicken, and the odds are surprisingly high that he will agree. Convince a significant percentage of the world’s influential males that vaginas and male excretory orifices are fungible, and most of the rest will eventually come to agree.

I think homosexuality will soon be the majority preference, and we will also continue to see increases in incest and bestiality. I say “continue” because we are already seeing increases. Pedophilia is already considered normal and healthy in some places, such as Afghanistan and New Guinea, proving being “born that way” is not a prerequisite for a society to endorse a vile perversion. It will probably become a global norm. It will start with psychologists telling us there is good pedophilia and bad pedophilia. We will be told we have to consider nuance. Diagnostic tests will be produced, “proving” some kids benefit from sex with “caring” adults. Wait and see.

When things get sufficiently crazy, men and women who used to hide in the shadows will be emboldened, and we should expect a rape epidemic that applies to every possible type of victim, including men and pets. This appears to be what happened in Sodom, where a mob of sexual-majority members tried to rape two angels in front of a house, as though they were entitled. Now we can see how it could happen here. We can see how things that used to be repugnant to nearly all of us can go mainstream.

A strange thing is happening in the world. Free people are behaving more and more like prison inmates. We dress like them. We emulate their tattoos and other body modifications. Many men use steroids and work out excessively, like prison inmates. I suppose we should not be surprised when we see free men adopting sexual morals historically seen in prisoners.

Prisoners are the world’s biggest losers. Prison is a foretaste of hell, and hell is the eventual home of all losers, because they follow the universe’s biggest loser, Satan. As Americans lose God’s favor because of rebellion, we develop the characteristics of losers. That’s what’s happening.

It’s not a coincidence that rape is a huge problem among men in the military. One of the single best ways for a man to become a rape victim is to enlist. Look it up. I will make people angry by saying this, but I think it’s because military service, like imprisonment, is a curse.

Think about it. A soldier is a slave. He is told where to live, what to wear, what to eat, when to get up, when to go to bed, and what to do. Like a slave, he can be imprisoned for running away. He can be ordered into situations where he is expected to die. Would you go to work every day if your boss had the power to do that? Our freedom and prosperity are built on the dead bodies of soldiers, and I certainly appreciate what they do for us, but can you say you’re blessed when you have given up your civil liberties for low pay and a high risk of disability and death, followed by the impoverishment of your wife and children?

I think the most blessed men are the ones who get sent home from their physicals for things like flat feet. I used to see things differently, but I have come around. I admire courage and self-sacrifice, but no reasonable person can walk through a VA hospital and envy the forgotten men who live there. I would never encourage a young person to enlist.

Fatherlessness is one of the worst curses. It destroys families and puts sons in prison. What does combat duty do? It makes children fatherless.

I think things really started to change when the movie The Hangover – Part 2 came out. It was about a group of purportedly heterosexual men having problems after a bachelor party in Bangkok. They visited a strip club featuring gay men dressed as women, which is something straight men wouldn’t do, because they wouldn’t enjoy it. At the club, one of the men followed a performer around and eventually got him to sodomize him, causing both men to achieve sexual satisfaction complete with evidence, in front of his friends and everyone else who was there.

In real life, most men would be destroyed by such an experience. They would cut off their friends and move far away. In the movie, the man who got sodomized was about as disturbed as you or I would be if we got drunk and let a homely girl give us a lap dance. His friends weren’t very upset, either. Audiences were expected to roll with it. No big deal! It’s something you do after a few drinks with your buddies. You tip a cow. You get an ugly tattoo. You strip and let another man violate you from behind while everybody watches.

It was a great move by Satan. You put herd creatures in movie theaters, as assembled herds, you loosen them up with funny scenes about moderately depraved behavior typical of American males, and then you slip public emasculation in as though it were an afterthought. It worked. Audiences didn’t throw up and walk out. Critics didn’t go off like daisy cutters. Suddenly, the things that happened in the film were acceptable.

Could that have happened in 1950? Decades of slipping had us primed.

Human beings can get used to anything. I mean anything. The ancient Jews used to burn their babies alive, in public. Other peoples in the region killed their firstborn sons and embedded their pickled remains in the walls of their houses to bring good fortune. Women in Africa don’t just endure having their genitals sliced up for Islam; they hold girls down when their times come. Nice Southerners flogged the flesh off the backs of slaves. Under the right circumstances, cannibalism can become routine. There is nothing we can’t come to see as normal. It’s our nature as herd creatures. If the people around us accept something, it must be wrong for us to reject it, so we join in.

There is no natural morality. Anyone who thinks there is needs to go watch some videos of monkeys and apes, or they could read about the things the Japanese did, with the public’s cheering support, during the last century.

The ability to get used to depravity and abomination is what will allow the Beast to emerge. The Beast will a man, but he will also be the herd, thinking, feeling, and acting as one. The man will seem like a leader, but he will really be a follower, guided by the animal (hence “Beast”) desires of the debased masses. The Beast likes sexual perversion, so we will have it.

The only remedy to the brainwashing of the Beast is the Holy Spirit. He is God’s GPS. If you pray in tongues every day, God will be your anchor, and you will not stray far from him. When everyone around you endorses evil and persecutes you for rejecting it, only the Holy Spirit will be able to prevent you from falling in with the other lemmings.

The world is going to get more and more disgusting, and only Spirit-led Christians will float above the sewage. But for the Holy Spirit, they would dive in and swim with the lost.

Jesus says only the church of Philadelphia–the church of brotherly love–will be spared the hour of temptation that comes upon the entire world. We are neck-deep in temptation now. We are tempted to do evil, and we are also provoked to anger by the disgusting morals of the children of darkness. That provocation is just another temptation. Christians will go to hell because they die angry at people who hate God.

I keep asking God to fill me with love and help me not to think too highly of myself, because I don’t want to be damned for unforgiveness and pride.

I hope the rapture comes soon, because the world provokes people like me every day. We are constantly insulted, libeled, and subjected to various types of attacks. Sooner or later, temptation will be too strong for anyone. I want out before that happens. How am I going to resist the apocalyptic spirit of murder, which manfests in anger and unforgiveness, when I can’t resist pizza and ice cream?

I don’t think the true hour of temptation is here yet, because the rapture hasn’t happened. Or if it has, nearly all of us missed it. Things are very bad now. I don’t want to be here to see them get significantly worse.

The Dogs Return to Their Vomit

Ordinarily, I do not watch fiction, but for better or worse, I made an exception this week. I watched a bunch of clips from the TV series Vikings.

I was interested because angry, confused Caucasians have been adopting the Vikings, or at least their inaccurate perceptions of Vikings, as their role models. Americans are forming gangs. BLM is a gang. Antifa is a gang. Militias are gangs. A number of gangs think they’re defending the legacy of the Vikings.

There was a Viking named Ragnar. Or maybe there was not. Some historians think the person Viking fans think of as Ragnar the vicious, Aryan-looking king was actually a woman. Anyway, old stories written down long after the figures they describe died say Ragnar had several sons, and they all became leaders. They did things like invading England and battling Christian armies.

The TV series is based on the stories about Ragnar and his sons. Her sons. Zis sons? What’s the possessive pronoun for a gender-fluid Viking?

The show popped up in 2013, just in time to fuel mounting racist hatred, and it ran for 6 seasons.

The show promotes some pretty sick values. The characters are like Crips or MS13 members. They’re all pumped up about drama, honor, violence, cruelty, and revenge. The male leaders are excited about hacking other people up and being hacked up, themselves. Even the women are macho. Unrealistically, they go into battle and kill men with swords. In the real world, this doesn’t happen. There have been female snipers and pilots, but there has never been a female SEAL, because women can’t cut it in infantry-style roles. Real female Viking soldiers would have lasted a few undignified moments on the battlefield, after which the men who killed them would probably have made the obvious use of their dying bodies.

In the show, Christians are depicted negatively, even though the actual Vikings ended up embracing and spreading Christianity. On the other hand, the fake Norse gods are portrayed as real and admirable. Old one-eyed Odin literally shows up and talks to people, encouraging them in their stupidity. If Jesus shows up and tells people to embrace love and return good for evil, I haven’t seen it yet. The show depicts Valhalla as a real place instead of what it actually is: another name for hell.

The show is full of gore, and it depicts a revolting, probably fictional punishment called the blood eagle. Here’s how it works. You restrain your enemy so his back is exposed. You cut two big flaps in the skin of his back so it can be peeled away from the spine and hang off the sides of the body. You take an axe and sever the ribs from the spine, and you open the chest from the back. You pull out the lungs and drape them over the shoulders of the victim, and then you wait for him to die.

Apart from the fact that this torture probably never happened, there are problems with it. First, when you open a person’s chest, he dies, right away. Lungs don’t work unless they’re in airtight cavities. Second, lungs aren’t attached to us by big, long strings of tissue. You wouldn’t have enough slack to drape a person’s lungs over his shoulders.

It’s amazing that we think this stuff is entertaining and permit it to be shown on mainstream TV channels. It’s also dangerous. It gives ideas to people who are fully capable of cutting other people up. It would be bad enough to show real tortures on TV. Giving barbarians ideas for better ones is unconscionable.

The characters in the show look like models from Nazi propaganda posters. Tall. Pale skin. Square jaws. Big muscles. Piercing blue eyes. Blond hair. They look like Dolph Lundgren in Rocky IV. They’re also covered with markings, and they have creepy, tribal-looking hairstyles of the sort which have long been popular among society’s biggest losers: prison inmates.

They look scary, and that is deliberate. The show’s creators want to comfort intimidated, well-behaved Caucasians by convincing them they, too, can be physically intimidating.

I’ll be honest. Non-black Americans are afraid of blacks, and their fears are based partly in fact. While black criminals overwhelmingly attack other blacks when it comes to violent crime, because most of the people they encounter are black, they prefer victims of other races. Honest black people admit this. I have had them tell me and my friends we were not safe in their areas, in order to protect us.

Black people commit most homicides and most violent crime in the US. You can look it up. Maybe you should, especially if you’re black. The truth is important. You should consider it when forming your political and social opinions.

A lot of white people want to be feared, too. It bothers them that no one is scared to insult them or confront them. By conforming to an imaginary, violent Viking ideal, they convince themselves white people are just as tough as blacks and Mexicans.

The push to identify with Vikings started a few years before the show was created. The show was just a way for amoral Hollywood types to capitalize on an unhealthy micro-zeitgeist.

The whole thing is somewhat ridiculous. Westerners (not so much white people) are already the most powerful enemies anyone can have. Our nations are declining, but we have ruled everyone else for centuries, and we still do. Our internal institutions defeat and control people inside our borders who don’t conform to our standards of behavior. Maybe a typical white person would not fare well in a street encounter with non-white criminals, but overall, the system Westerners created is very dominant.

Our weapons are downright horrifying. I don’t just mean nuclear bombs. Go watch a video of an armed C130 using computer-aimed guns to pour lead into a building. If one of these things showed up over your house, there would be absolutely nothing you could do. No hole would be deep enough to save you, and the computers could see you and your family in the darkest night.

Gangs are a real problem for American minorities. Now the gang mentality is picking up new traction among Caucasians, and it will do us just as much harm. Nuts with Viking-rune tattoos are probably going to take white supremacy, which is a tiny, overhyped problem in America, and turn it into a real cancer of large proportions. Then the lives of many white Americans will be just as wonderful as those of minority members who live in gang-dominated areas.

Viking buffs aren’t just adopting the look and the feeling. Some are taking up the ridiculous religious beliefs of the Vikings. They literally believe in Odin and Valhalla. What possible basis could there be for taking that nonsense seriously? The people they admire gave it up hundreds of years ago. If you’re going to embrace the silly hairstyles, why not go all the way and become Christians?

Here are some facts. White blood isn’t superior. White people are not the answer to the world’s problems. Non-white blood isn’t the source. Western culture truly is superior; that’s obvious. But its most important virtues come from Christianity, not white skin or weird European religions involving Wagner characters. Christianity is not a white religion. Anyone can join, and when enough people in a culture join, that culture will reap the benefits.

Most people can sense the hatred that floats in the air now, and many feel a need to join a group and take a side. Satan is exploiting this, driving us to join the wrong groups. He has us dividing ourselves up according to race and nationality. In reality, we should be aligning ourselves with the correct faction in the war between God and Satan.

If you’re a Christian, your brothers aren’t the people who look like you. They’re not even your biological relatives. Every real Christian learns this. In the kingdom of God, brotherhood is based on submission to the Holy Spirit, who is a sentient being who comes to live in us. He tells all of us the same things. He does the same things to transform all of us. He unites us, and that brings us power. Not power to grab an AR-15 and shoot up cities. Power to bless and to be blessed. Power to heal and be healed. Power to forgive and love. Power to get protection from the people who want to make us suffer and die.

Power to be raptured when the time comes to extract us from the LZ.

Sometimes I’m disturbed when I see people pouring into the United States, and I get the feeling that excessive immigration is a problem. It’s not true, though. Immigration itself is neither good nor bad. It depends on who we accept.

If we were only letting Spirit-led Christians in, I would be the biggest open-borders advocate on earth. What they looked like and where they came from would mean nothing at all to me. I wouldn’t care whether they spoke English or had jobs lined up. Bring them in. I wish they would come and flood the place. Africans. Chinese people. Arabs. Bring them in. Do it.

Superficial differences between peoples are not problems in my eyes. The problem is that we are generally admitting people who do not, and will never, belong to Jesus. That makes America an increasingly cursed and hostile place.

I would rather live in a serious Christian country, where the Holy Spirit has really taken hold, and where people are otherwise very little like me, than in the United States. No doubt about it. As for living among tattooed Juggalos with freckles and blue eyes, no, it’s hard to imagine anything worse.

It’s sad that so many American Caucasians feel fake nostalgia for a barbaric, largely imaginary past in which infantile values predominate.

This morning, I was praying, and I kept telling God how much I hate this place. I mean the earth. I asked his forgiveness for complaining. He put me here to do something, and my desire to leave is not as important as the job he created me to do. Nonetheless, I have the same feeling I used to have in Miami, before I escaped to Northern Florida. I am unwanted here on earth. I will never fit in. I can barely talk to people because they have become so crazy and close-minded.

Paradoxically, even though I am sick of Earth, my life is easy, and I enjoy it. I just want to continue it elsewhere, elsewhere, elsewhere. I want to be in a place populated by immigrants, where no immigrant who is against God will ever set foot.

In heaven, we’re all immigrants and adoptees.

God gave me a burning desire to get out of Miami, and within a few years, he fulfilled it. I hope he will do the same thing this time. I can’t wait to be in a place where I don’t read hateful Internet comments every day. I can’t wait to know I will never have to hear about BLM, the NFAC, Antifa, or the Proud Boys again. I don’t want to see Biden any more, with his medically frozen forehead and tiny, confused eyes, struggling to hold onto the precious as the world becomes more and more confusing to him. I want King Jesus as the sole branch of government.

I don’t want to be nagged about nonexistent white privilege, which I couldn’t control even if it were real. I don’t want to hear depressing news about minority crime and abortion. I don’t want to hear that populist socialists are going to tax what I have so their constituents can have the satisfaction of seeing an old white man who never harmed them lose everything and end up greeting people at Wal-Mart.

I never want to wear a mask again.

Imagine living in love and unity with every person you see. Imagine being closer and more devoted to every one of countless fellow citizens than you have ever been with anyone on Earth. Imagine perfect health, perfect vision, and complete peace. This is what home offers Christians.

To sum up, I am not planning on getting any rune tattoos, nor will I ever take up arms and try to make Ragnar proud. I plan to pray in tongues as much as I can and stay as close to God as possible. This strategy works and works and works. The other stuff will probably factor into the worst suffering Americans have ever endured.

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One more thing: in case you didn’t know, Playboy just put a man on its cover. Not even a shemale this time. Just a gay man in a bunny costume.

What worse surprises lie in store? Should we brace for impact, or did we just experience it?

This is Why God Flooded the World

As I said yesterday, a preacher caught up in the Kenneth Copeland false-prosperity lie tried to tempt my wife to turn against me and persuade me to get back into the toxic doctrine of Christian tithing. I felt I should write more about it today.

Lots of people have told me I am too hard on prosperity preachers. With fear in their voices, they have cautioned me about going too far, as though they were concerned that giant hailstones might materialize and kill us just for discussing it. Meanwhile, God has blessed me more than anyone I know, including the people who warned me and reviled me.

After listening to my wife yesterday, I feel these people have it backward. I told God I regret going too easy on the thieves and liars. It’s easy to sit back and murmur, “Judge not.” It is often a coward’s excuse. It takes integrity to call a popular preacher a whited sepulchre or son of Satan.

She told me a disturbing story. A friend of hers is against the prosperity gospel, but he is still a dedicated charismatic. He prays in tongues every day, and he believes in all the activity of the Spirit of Holiness. Some years back, however, he was trapped in the harness of Mammon, following and repeating the garbage money preachers propagate. Things went badly for him even though he gave money, and he got so frustrated he got angry at God and questioned his faith.

What does this prove? It proves what I’ve been saying about Mammon’s gospel is true: it turns people against God.

I’ve been in his shoes. I remember feeling angry at God because I was supporting slimy ministers who flew around in private jets. I was doing my part, wasn’t I? Surely God was just testing my faith by making me wait. But how long did he expect me to take it?

Here’s a little tip: God is always right. He always does everything right. He does things as well as they can possibly be done. He doesn’t need our advice. He doesn’t need our suggestions. We haven’t thought of anything he hasn’t considered. If things aren’t going well for you, it’s not because God is dragging his feet or unaware of a better way. You’re the problem.

All over the world, there are people who have gone from financial security to penury by giving money to Kenneth Copeland and his buddies. How do you think these people feel about God, now that they live in homeless shelters or with their children? Do you think their misery has brought them closer to God? How about the people who have to pay their bills now? Are they more or less inclined to give their lives to Jesus and be baptized with the Spirit of Holiness?

I’ve been involved in bringing friends back to God’s side after money preachers pulled them away. I’ve seen Mammon at work in their lives. It’s not theoretical. It happens every day. It’s a major part of the purpose of the prosperity gospel. Satan designed it to keep Christians poor, and he also uses it to convince them Christianity is useless.

Remember what Jesus said? If you cause one of his children to take offense, it’s better for you to have a millstone hung around your neck and to be thrown into the sea.

Kenneth Copeland and Benny Hinn are going to hell. So is Joyce Meyer. So is Steve Munsey. So are all the others. If they don’t repent while they’re alive, they will all burn. Real evangelists lead people to their own future home, and so do the evangelists of hell. There is always symmetry in the supernatural.

In the time of Jesus, millstones were turned by animals such as donkeys. Beasts of burden represent the flesh. Preachers who give people unscriptural burdens take them out of the realm of the spirit, in which God does most of the work for them, and puts them in the realm of the flesh, in which they do the work themselves and it doesn’t profit them. People who rely on the flesh are no better off than donkeys.

A sower plants seed so it sprouts and brings a return. A miller grinds and kills it so it can go into someone’s belly and be destroyed. The Mammon preachers are eating their flocks instead of growing them.

Samson was an ordinary man. The only time he had unusual strength was when the Spirit of Holiness filled him. When he chose heathens over God, the Spirit left him, he was blinded without difficulty, and he was forced to turn a millstone, like a donkey. Unfortunately, he was no longer strong, so he was worse off than a donkey.

The blindness symbolized the spiritual blindness of carnal believers. They don’t hear from God. The millstone symbolized the life of a carnal believer. They serve Satan’s children, doing work that is beneath the dignity of a son of God. They go in circles. Samson walked many miles while he was a slave, but at the end, he was right where he started.

I fully expect Paula White to go to hell. I think Rod Parsley will be right there with her, along with T.D. Jakes, Joel Osteen, Fred Price, Jesse Duplantis, and Creflo Dollar. Lots of lower-tier money preachers like my old pastors will be dragged down with the tails of the celebrities. Maybe God will get through to some of them before they die, and he will give them opportunities to be saved, but I expect most of them to be lost. They’re denying the truth now, so why would they change their minds later? They love money and admiration more than God or people. Their kind is like a plague of disease-bearing fleas, dragging Christians with good intentions down to the pit.

I think Oral Roberts is in hell already. He jumped into the money gospel headfirst, and I never heard that he repented. I think Eddie Long is down there with him.

Yesterday, I looked at Kenneth Copeland’s Youtube channel. He blocks comments, and he also conceals his likes and dislikes. Why? Because he hates the truth. He’s afraid of it. Cockroaches are afraid of sunlight. If he didn’t ban the truth, his videos would draw thousands of critical, helpful comments, warning people not to listen to him. Obviously, he conceals the public’s opinion of him because he has been outed many times in his comments. If people were patting him on the back, he would want everyone to see it.

I hope I’m doing a little better by publishing these things. The last thing I want is to share in the curses of people like Kenneth Copeland.

Sounds Like my TV When Kenneth Copeland is On

Coronavirus is spiking in blue states where Christianity is unfashionable but masks, vaccines, and lockdowns have near-sacred status. What’s going on?

When purple Florida got hit with a big spike, leftists piled on Ron DeSantis, claiming he caused it. DeSantis is a big proponent of vaccines, but he tried to allow parents to opt out of draconian mask laws for schoolchildren. Leftists started claiming, falsely, that he was banning masks in schools. He has also been instrumental in saving Floridians from blue-state-style mask laws and hard core lockdowns for adults.

Let’s go back over some facts. First of all, masks are ineffective as worn by nearly the entire general public, second, children are at very, very low risk of having serious problems if they contract coronavirus, and third, Florida parents have always been free to make their kids wear masks not just at school, but everywhere. Finally, lockdowns and mask mandates have not proven effective; they have often been followed closely by coronavirus spikes, as was seen recently in Australia.

It’s somewhat comical. When Florida spiked, it proved DeSantis, and by extension all Southerners, Christians, rural residents, and conservatives were backward and evil. Leftist journalists could not stop hammering these themes home. When blue states spiked, however, everything went quiet. Well, not totally. Some leftist journalists kept hammering DeSantis, exactly the way they didn’t hammer Cuomo when his isolation orders killed thousands of senior citizens.

People buy into anti-covid measures because it makes them feel better, not because they work. When a stubborn pestilence hits, everyone wants to feel a sense of being in control. When the Black Death hit, Europeans gave huge sums of wealth to the church because they thought God would heal them in exchange for money. Some people attacked Jews, believing they caused the plague. Doctors wore masks outdoors, just like humanists in Boston and New York do now. Many people flagellated themselves with whips, thinking they would beat God to the punch and divert his wrath. Others resorted to aromatherapy, which was just as useless then as it is now.

Lockdowns make us feel like we have control, even though they do not work unless they are extremely, extremely strict. Social distancing doesn’t work at all, but again, it makes us feel powerful. Ivermectin, vitamin D, famotidine, zinc, and azithromycin haven’t been shown to work reliably, but many people take them anyway. No intelligent person wants to die without trying every reasonable, harmless preventative and remedy, if there is any chance any of them will work.

I have taken ivermectin. I’ve tried vitamin D and zinc, but my usage has been spotty. I bought famotidine just in case. I got myself vaccinated, and I even got a flu vaccine because doctors reported that people who got flu shots were less likely to have severe covid. I will go so far as to admit that wearing a mask makes me feel safer, even though I am aware that it doesn’t help. Even pro-mask researchers tell us masks don’t protect the people who wear them; they’re to protect people around us.

I’m not immune to the irrational drive to take measures in which I have little faith, and I admit it, so I don’t feel bad about criticizing other people who behave similarly and refuse to admit they’re deluding themselves.

I’m getting a little sloppy here. Not all anti-covid measures are delusional. Taking things like ivermectin, which are backed by considerable, if inconsistent, evidence, is optimistic, but not delusional. Getting vaccinated is not delusional, because so far, vaccines protect most people to some degree or other. Pinning your hopes on a mask or on the types of lockdowns free societies can manage is delusional. Making people wear masks on jets, where the air is replaced every three minutes, is beyond delusional. Telling small children to wear masks, which don’t work and which will never be worn properly by most kids, is so delusional the word “delusional” is inadequate to describe it.

Anyway, blue state people appear to have way, way too much confidence in the anti-covid strategies which are currently available in America, and they are also way too scared of the disease itself.

A study showed that 41% of Democrats think over 50% of coronavirus patients require hospitalization. The real answer is below 5% and may be as low as 1%. And “hospitalization” is a broad term. My dad spent several days in the ICU because he had a nosebleed he caused with a Q-Tip. I required hospitalization to have a broken arm set. I wouldn’t dream of assuming that everyone who gets coronavirus treatment at a hospital is in serious trouble. In any case, blue state people are clearly SEVERELY deluded when it comes to the danger the disease presents. They think covid is much worse than it is, and they think preventative measures are much better than they are.

Blue state spikes are severe blows to the sense of control blue state people have inculcated in themselves through bias and stubbornness. One wonders how they will feel as things get worse. Last year, they showed themselves extremely fragile in the face of the corona threat. They posted videos of themselves, screaming. They cursed 2020 as though it were a person. This year, they are doing a little better, but their hatred of people who question anti-covid tools is rupturing their relatively calm facades like magma bursting through the earth’s crust.

Joe Rogan chose not to get vaccinated, and when he got covid, he took ivermectin and other remedies and recovered from his mild symptoms in a few days. His colleague and fellow mediocre comedian Howard Stern lost his mind over this. He said people like Rogan should go home and die. He said, “F___ your freedom.”

Here is some of what Stern, who used to hold himself out as a big proponent of freedom, said:

We have no time for idiots in this country anymore. We don’t want you. We want you to all either go to the hospital, stay home, die there with your COVID, don’t take the cure but don’t clog up our hospitals with your COVID when you finally get it.

Stay home, don’t bother with science, it’s too late. … We want you to go away, We want you to leave the country. Go somewhere where they have ultimate freedom, wherever that is, some bizarro world where you don’t have to take the vaccine. … I don’t know when nonsense became such a thing.”

Needless to say, Stern is campaigning for forced vaccinations, using shots which still have not been approved by the FDA.

His language is remarkable. It shows how Beast-think, the mindset of the Antichrist’s children, works. As I keep saying, the Antichrist isn’t just one man. It’s a body of people with one demon-sculpted mindset. It’s a hive mind. Stern doesn’t hesitate to show that he believes he speaks for the masses. “We” don’t want you. “We” want you to die at home. “We” want you to leave the country.

It’s a genocidal mob mindset. It’s about race, which is another way of saying it’s about family.

There are two races of human beings: the children of light, and the children of darkness. Throughout history, the spirits behind each group have been battling to rid the earth of the other group. The children of darnkess like to talk about inclusivity and cooperation, but it’s not what they want, any more than real Christians want to go on living in a world which has gotten too filthy and hateful to tolerate. They want us gone, and we look forward to a world without them. In the future, they will kill us in droves, like their spiritual leftist ancestors who delivered French loyalists, including an anointed king, to the guillotines in carts.

As plagues go, coronavirus is mild. It’s nothing like smallpox or the Black Death. We have to wear masks and endure some other inconveniences, but there is food on our tables, and the government is not nailing our front doors shut. Not in America, anyway. Yet. Look how crazy we are, though. Imagine how crazy we will get if things get significantly worse.

Leftists already fantasize about removing people from the world in order to create a corona-free utopia where everyone uses the correct pronouns. They take pleasure, publicly, when one of us dies. Many of them discuss the prospects of our deaths openly, with joyful anticipation. That’s how it is now, during a lackluster plague. If a new smallpox pops up, we will murder each other like rats. People will barricade themselves indoors with supplies taken from neighbors they have killed.

It’s going to happen. The Bible predicts it. What if it happens sooner rather than later? What if we don’t have to wait for another disease to bring things to a head? What if covid itself gets worse?

Right now, the vaccines are looking pretty good, so blue-staters still have one peg to hang their suggestive pink hats on, but the vaccines disappoint more and more every day, and there is no reason why something can’t happen to make them completely ineffective at preventing coronavirus from coming back like a brand new disease. What will blue-staters do then?

The new blue state spikes don’t seem to make sense. Blue states have higher vaccine rates, and vaccines seem to work fairly well, so what happened?

For a long time, THE SCIENCE has made predictions that haven’t turned out to be right. It looks like that is still happening. High-vaccination states are getting lots of coronavirus, including severe cases. Meanwhile, Zambia, with its sub-2% rate, no lockdowns, and poor social distancing, only had a tiny spike this summer, and it disappeared very quickly with no action at all from the government.

Leftists keep telling us vaccinations will fix everything, but that hasn’t happened in the US. Meanwhile, other countries with low rates aren’t having problems.

Imagine how leftists would be spewing if Florida’s shot rate were under 2%. They would literally froth at the mouth. We would be lucky if they didn’t come down in chartered buses to kill us. They would have to be driven off the streets with water cannons and rubber bullets. Florida’s shot rate is over 30 times Zambia’s.

Maybe it won’t impress leftists to see someone compare Florida with Zambia. How about Zambia and enlightened, far-left Massachusetts? The shot rate in Massachusetts, which is similar to Florida’s, is over 35 times Zambia’s. Zambia has about 3 times the population of Massachusetts. Zambia’s current new case rate is 45 per day, so divide by three, and you get 15. Surely Massachusetts has fewer cases. Maybe one or two per day, right? No. It’s 1539. At its very peak, Zambia never got much above 3500, which corresponds to about 580 for Massachusetts.

On a per-unit-of-population basis, Massachusetts is doing about 2.5 times as badly as a country where people ride around in vans with multiple strangers and almost no one has been vaccinated.

Maybe a leftist will read this and hope I’m cherry-picking. No such luck, chest-feeding comrade. It gets worse when you look at long-term stats. Massachusetts has had 4 times as many cases and 5 times as many deaths. That’s in absolute terms, not relative. Zambia should have had 12 times the cases it has had, and 15 times the deaths, adjusting for population. Throw in the lack of vaccinations and the general lack of a real response, and a good leftist who genuflects for St. Fauci would expect Zambia to have maybe 50 times the cases and 60 times the deaths Massachusetts has had. I would argue that Zambia is doing roughly 50 times as well as blue-state alarmists would generally expect. Or Massachusetts is doing 50 times worse.

It’s not lack of exposure. Zambia has had coronavirus for a long time, including the delta variant. It’s not race. Black people in the US do worse than white people.

I always say this: when something doesn’t make sense, there is generally a supernatural explanation. I think Zambia and similar countries were spared simply because they were not cursed with the same curses Florida, Massachusetts, Hawaii, New York, and other coronavirus hotspots received. What we are seeing appears to be the beginnings of the apocalypse, and God has said that during the apocalypse, human beings will not be able to fix their problems.

Why would God go easy on zany African countries while allowing relatively responsible Americans to be pummeled? I don’t know. I do know that Zambia is a Christian country, as stated in its constitution, and homosexuality is not promoted there the way it is here. Zambians openly oppose it. Maybe that has something to do with it.

Plagues don’t just happen. They are punishments. America has been punished worse than any other nation, including the nation that released coronavirus on the world. Why is that? Could it be our status as the world’s leading exporter of homosexuality and other types of sexual sin? We actively punish countries that don’t go along with our weird new sexual morality, inside their sovereign borders. Africans talk about it all the time. They hate it. The Chinese tell them to side with China because China won’t force perversion on them.

We have done something to bring this on ourselves. That’s certain. We don’t acknowledge it. We don’t have national days of fasting and repentance. That must be why the disease keeps defying logic. Because we aren’t turning back to God, it will surely run its course. Whether that means dying out by an appointed date or clinging to us forever, I don’t know.

Right now, it looks like the current global wave is pooping out. Maybe we’ll never have another one. I hope we won’t. I’m not optimistic. Too many things point to the end of the age.

It looks like waves are hitting something like 8 months apart. If that is true, then it would be a very good sign if we didn’t have another one by the end of May. If something happens anywhere near the center of the interval between August and the beginning of April, it would seem to be a sign that things are worse than we think. If we get hit in, say, January, I will consider it a bad omen.

In unrelated news, today I experienced a remarkable attack on my marriage. I generally expect spirits that influence my wife or me to be the hostile agents. I need to get over that. Experience has taught me that my biggest enemies are Christians who are influenced by spirits.

I was granted persona non grata status at my last two churches because I stood up for what was right. While I served at these churches, nearly all of the people who made my life difficult were pastors and volunteers. No one else bothered me much. Now it’s happening again.

My wife went to church today, and her pastor told her I needed to join a church and start tithing. As if that’s not bad enough, he tried to get her to manipulate me. He tried to get her to stand with him, against me.

He belongs to a group of churches overseen by a man named Oyedepo. Oyedepo is a padawan of Kenneth Copeland, a vile, greedy, hateful liar who destroys people’s lives by sucking up their savings and turning them against God. Oyedepo loves the prosperity gospel. He has 4 jets, which is pretty good for a Nigerian who collects money from poor Africans.

The pastor believes Christians are supposed to tithe, and he believes in “seed offerings.” When you give a seed offering, you pay God to give you more money. You give him a hundred dollars, and soon he turns around and gives you a thousand. The bigger the seed, the bigger the harvest. Kenneth Copeland is very excited about that last bit. People have given him their homes and retirement accounts because they believed God’s big priority was to make them rich, not to transform them and fill them with the gifts and fruit of the Spirit. Generally, people who give such offerings die waiting for God to get back to them, not realizing he already has.

I’ve written about all of this before.

Paul told us the law had been fulfilled and that Christians were not under the law, and people like Copeland repeat this a lot, while insisting we are still under the law of the tithe, which has never, ever applied to gentiles.

I used to tithe and give financial offerings, and I never, ever got a return. I never saw anyone else prosper from tithing. I did see a lot of people lose their jobs and homes while tithing.

Rhodah’s pastor didn’t come to me like a man. He told my wife to teach me bit by bit, to bring me around. He said this to her secretly, sort of like Satan, making plans with Eve while Adam was busy elsewhere.

I don’t think he thought of himself as Satan. I think he has good intentions. I think he’s just ignorant and trapped by the spell of Kenneth Copeland.

The prosperity gospel is a pyramid scheme, and like every pyramid scheme, it turns every hopeful beneficiary into a salesman. Rhodah’s pastor hopes to get rich, so he sells the prosperity gospel to people who will give him money. Some of the people he convinces will surely become preachers, and they, too, will look for potential donors to rope in.

The Bible is very critical of conflicts of interest. Today I looked for verses saying not to take bribes because they pervert judgment, and I thought I would find one. I found a whole bunch. Preachers who hope to become prosperity gospel millionaires can’t think clearly, and God warned us about them.

Last night, before I heard about this, I started thinking about the roles of husbands and wives. I realized I could not think of a single male in the Bible who pleased God by listening to his wife. I could, however, think of a bunch whose wives caused problems.

Adam was cursed for listening to his wife. Go read it. This was the first sin God named. He mentioned the fruit later. Eve was the first drug abuser and pusher. She ate a mind-altering plant and pushed someone else to use it. What she did was very serious, and Adam’s primary sin was going along with it instead of doing his job as a husband.

Job’s wife tried to get him to curse God.

Sarah laughed when God said she would have a son, and she didn’t believe his prophecy. She goaded Abraham into sleeping with a servant and giving rise to a race that still causes the Jews great trouble today.

Lot’s wife didn’t want to leave Sodom. She thought she knew better than her husband, and as a result, he was left without his helper. God killed her. Then his daughters took on the role of wives in her absence, getting him drunk and having sex with him.

Leah deceived Jacob, pretending to be his wife so he would sleep with her. Because of her lie, he was forced to work 7 more years for Laban.

Potiphar’s wife accused Joseph falsely, and Potiphar lost his major domo because be listened to her.

Moses had problems with his wife, who refused to let him circumcise their son. God got so angry, he tried to kill Moses. Only then did the wife perform the surgery herself, to cool God’s anger.

Samson was betrayed by his wife and Delilah, who sided with other people instead of demonstrating a wife’s proper submission and loyalty.

Bathsheba tempted David, leading to the murder of Uriah. His wife Michal ridiculed him instead of honoring him, causing God to curse her womb.

Solomon served his heathen wives instead of God, and he died in disgrace. He failed as a ruler and a father, and he plunged the Hebrews into centuries of bloody division.

Jezebel ruled Ahab and turned Israel into a slaughterhouse for prophets.

Herod’s wife forced him to murder John the Baptist.

It’s a long list, and there are probably other examples. Abigail and Pilate’s wife are the only wives I can think of who had more sense than their husbands.

Rhodah told me about her pastor’s plan on the morning after I thought about these things. God was preparing me.

Rhodah did two smart things. She told her pastor my history and explained that I was not an ignorant person who needed to be taught about tithes, and she also told me everything he said.

I told her to inform him he was not to go through her again. If he had something to tell me, he was to come to me, not my wife. I also told her never to give him any of my money again. Not for prosperity purposes. I said she could give him a few bucks now and then to keep the lights on, but that was it. I said I did not want to be cursed for giving prosperity donations.

It’s surprising that a preacher would not see the problems I identified. You don’t talk to another man’s wife when you can talk to the man. That’s inappropriate. You never try to get a man’s wife to side with you against him.

If he has a problem with this, tough toenails. It would not be the first time I put a preacher in his place and got blowback, so I don’t care. The team is Rhodah and me, not the preacher and Rhodah. If our marriage tanks, he’ll be just fine. He’s not risking anything when he meddles. To me, it’s different. Rhodah is all the flock I have, and she can’t be replaced easily. We have a sacred relationship we are obligated to protect. The relationship between a preacher and a woman who sits in his church is nothing.

It would be nice to go to church, as he suggests, but the age of the church is over, and coronavirus has made attending church impossible. I guess he doesn’t know how things work here.

The more I thought about this demonic attack, the more revelation came to me. I remembered Albert Santiago, the crooked preacher of my last church. A convicted pedophile, he was known for breaking up friendships. If you disagreed with Albert, your friends were told to cut you off, and most would do it. I had another crooked preacher: Rich Wilkerson, of Miami’s Trinity Church. He ruined relationships by turning volunteers into slaves. I remember a sad tale of two young people who had a dream courtship and engagement, only to have it ruined because Trinity’s inner circle pressured the woman not to move to Los Angeles with the man.

Cults interfere with relationships between Christians. Santiago did it. Wilkerson did it. Rhodah’s pastor is doing it. But he is trying it on the wrong couple. He ran into the wrong husband.

Today I prayed for God to destroy and expose Copeland’s and Oyedepo’s foul ministries. I hope Rhodah’s pastor comes around and gives up their poison. I prayed for his correction.

It goes to show how vigilant you have to be. You have to pray in tongues so God gives you revelation, and you have to understand the way the world is supposed to work. God is a father, and one of a father’s functions is to prepare his children to deal with scammers and liars. People who don’t have fathers like that end up buying time shares. Or giving money to Kenneth Copeland.

The Placebo Effect is Better Than no Effect at All

There have been interesting developments in my treatment of my mysterious new disease.

I passed two PCR tests, so I figured the most likely thing was sinusitus. Nonetheless, I put myself through several days of consecutive ivermectin doses, as recommended by doctors in a country where ivermectin is not a politicized drug. I also got myself some amoxicillin and started using it yesterday, figuring it could not hurt.

Yesterday, I didn’t take ivermectin. PCR tests are not accurate by any reasonable definition of the word, but two passed tests told me the odds against me having coronavirus were high. The recommended ivermectin program I was following said it was time to quit, ivermectin was iffy to begin with, and it seemed pretty unlikely that I had covid, so it seemed like I should stop.

Background: the first time I took ivermectin after returning sick from Turkey, it was around 3 a.m. I had just arrived from the airport. I went to sleep an hour later, and when I got up after 4 more hours, I felt much better. My sore throat was not nearly as bad as it had been, and I had a feeling of wellbeing. The drug had been in my system for about 5 hours.

I wondered whether ivermectin could really have done anything in 5 hours. Maybe I was just getting well on my own. Maybe my body was subduing covid, a bacterium, or a virus.

Yesterday, on my first day off ivermectin, I felt good when I got up. I had taken ivermectin every day for the previous 4 days, and while I was still blowing heinous substances out of my nose, I was doing okay. I felt good until mid-afternoon. Then things got worse. I felt feverish, my throat felt sorer, I was very sleepy, and my congestion seemed more severe.

I didn’t know what to do. Based on the tests, it looked like I didn’t have covid, but what if I did, and what if ivermectin had been reducing my symptoms and keeping my lungs clear?

I decided to take a dose before bed. When I woke up later to blow my nose, the feverish feeling was gone, as was the the difficulty of staying awake. My throat was less sore. Once again, I had recovered substantially, several hours after a dose of ivermectin.

So what’s happening? Why did I get worse when I quit? Did I sabotage my recovery by skipping a day of ivermectin, or did I experience a normal fluctuation in the progress of a common non-coronavirus infection? Why did I get well twice, right after taking ivermectin?

Seems like there are four likely possibilities.

1. I have covid, and ivermectin suppresses the symptoms as long as I take it every day.

2. I have something else, and ivermectin suppresses the symptoms as long as I take it every day.

3. I have covid, ivermectin has no effect on it, and the symptoms fluctuate because that’s what covid does.

4. I have something else, ivermectin has no effect on it, and the symptoms fluctuate because that’s what sinusitis does.

If a “journalist” from Rolling Stone were writing this, he would add another alternative.

5. I am slowly dying from ivermectin poisoning, like all those superstitious, flat-earth, Christian sexual conformists who died in the parking lot of that hospital in Oklahoma while misgendering trans nurses.

Whatever is happening, I am now very hesitant to stop taking ivermectin. What if it’s blocking a coronavirus surge? How would I know?

Alternative 2 is interesting. No one ever discusses ivermectin as a possible remedy for viral infections other than coronavirus, but why can’t it be? There are lots of non-covid coronaviruses out there. Maybe they share vulnerabilities with covid, and maybe viruses that aren’t related are in the same boat.

Again, how would I know?

As for amoxicillin, the Internet reading is depressing. A lot of it says bacterial sinusitis goes away after 10 days with amoxicillin treatment, but without treatment, it takes about a week and a half. It looks like doctors are just like me; they prescribe dubious medications simply because they enjoy feeling like they’re doing something.

I really blaspheme doctors. I know that has to annoy people who see them as gods who are much more powerful than they really are. I’m realistic. To me, medicine is no different from shoe repair. It’s something you should evaluate based on logic. To many other people, doctor worship is a religion. Doctors do lots of great stuff, but they are completely useless for many conditions, and because they’re human, they make mistakes and kill a lot of people who show up with things their art can cure.

Can covid cause sinusitis? Yes. Of course not. Definitely. Commonly. Rarely. Never. As usual, THE SCIENCE has no answers, or, rather, it has too many, and all but one, which THE SCIENCE can’t identify yet, are wrong and, in at least some cases, fabricated.

There is one right answer, and we don’t know what it is. We’re like Bruce Lee, kicking mirrors to find out which opponent is real.

I looked at a bunch of non-fringe sites today. Some said sinusitis almost never manifested with coronavirus. Others said there were a few cases, but they were always fungal and found in people with things like diabetes, which I do not have. Others said it was easy to confuse covid symptoms with sinusitis, and the message was that covid sinusitis was common.

It’s amazing how THE SCIENCE is still unable to answer simple, obvious questions after almost two years of the Kung flu, which is, by the way, a CHINESE VIRUS.

I love saying that on a site that hasn’t been censored yet. Chinese virus. Chinese virus. Hong Kong Flu-ey. Flu gu gai pan. Flu shu pork. There are four lights and two genders. Speaking the truth is so liberating in 2021. I think people who haven’t gone crazy yet should get together in rented halls and take turns standing at podiums, saying true things we’re not allowed to say any more. It would be great.

Yes, it’s a Chinese virus. No, you should not hit Chinese people on the subway. Especially if they’re from Taiwan or they were born in the US, or they’re actually Japanese. You shouldn’t beat the Korean deli owner who came into your poor neighborhood and became successful while you didn’t, even though you’re a natural-born US citizen who has been dutifully collecting welfare and waiting for serious wealth redistribution for 60 years. Simple?

We should be able to live by these guidelines. It’s not that hard to acknowledge the origin of the virus and the culpability of the CCP while refraining from racist violence. It’s very important to admit, publicly, that the virus is Chinese, because the CCP needs to be held accountable every single day.

Imagine what headlines about the CCP would look like if the communists were capitalists. “FORCED ABORTIONS CONTINUE.” “CCP REFUSES TO END THE HORROR OF ORGAN HARVESTING.” “THE TRUTH ABOUT YOUR SLAVE-MADE PHONE.” It would be wonderful.

I have been going over the symptoms of covid and ordinary sinusitis, and it appears that diarrhea and nausea–my first symptoms–do not occur in sinusitis. Sinus infections also cause headaches and face pain. I have had no face pain, and while I did have a headache, it was so mild there was no point in taking anything for it, although I did, because I was feeling snowflaky.

If it’s true sinusitis never causes gastrointestinal problems, then I must have coronavirus, right?

My insistence that negative PCR’s don’t mean a lot is not fringe stuff or Q Anon drivel. Read and find out for yourself. Even moon-barking, vaccination-Nazi Huffpo published an article by a sick person who got 5 consecutive negatives. People don’t all shed the same numbers of viruses, and virus-shedding varies in different parts of the body and at different times during infections.

I’m going to keep taking ivermectin, because once, I got worse when I stopped taking it, and twice, I got better right after taking it. Maybe it’s chance, but maybe it’s not. I’ll keep taking amoxicillin because there is a miniscule possibility it will cure me of bacterial sinusitis, which I may have, in a shorter time than would be accomplished by doing nothing. I will keep taking guaifenesin every day in order to continue expelling quarts of mucus from my head with minimal difficulty. I will also drink water and take potassium citrate to prevent guaifenesin from giving me kidney stones, because it can do that.

Finally, I plan to get out of the house and walk. I have been huddling indoors because it’s hot, not because I feel bad, which I don’t. Turkey ran around 78 degrees while we were there, so now I’m phobic about going outdoors in steamy Florida. I think inactivity makes respiratory bugs worse.

I’m going to order even more ivermectin, while vendors are willing to sell it. Two months from now, we may start seeing stories in which people like Fauci admit they were wrong about ivermectin. Maybe it will turn out to be very useful for certain people. I want to be ready if that happens, and I don’t mind spending a low three-figure sum in preparation. If it turns out to be useless, I can give it away to horse people.

I would like to have maybe a dozen tubes for myself, and just as many for Rhodah. That ought to get us through a number of bouts, assuming the drug does anything. It could keep us alive until THE SCIENCE finally comes up with something that actually works.

I don’t plan to go to a doctor unless I feel bad. I have been to doctors for stuff like this, and they’re always disappointing. Your average doctor is not House, M.D., and he doesn’t have a team of tormented Ivy League overachievers staying up all night using imaginary Star-Trek-grade equipment to find out what’s wrong with you. Most doctors compare limited, familiar lists of symptoms, just as I have, make educated guesses, and prescribe common drugs every layman knows about. Where I live, I’ll get a guy named Pradeep who had to take the US licensing tests three times before he was allowed to practice. He’s not going to pull a miracle cure out of the air. If there are doctors like that, they’re in New York and Boston.

I’m not kidding about the doctors here. American doctors shun rural communities, and our government gives foreign doctors special incentives to work in them. Look it up and feel bad about doubting me.

The harsh reality is that doctors are a lot like the police. When someone steals your TV and tools, the cops come over and write things down, and then they go back to the police station, file what they wrote, and forget all about you. If the criminal is still standing in your yard when they show up, they will probably do something, but other than that, no, you are never going to see your stuff again. They will not try to dig up “leads.” They will not slip twenties to informants. The only way you will get anything back is if someone does the cops’ work for them and basically drags them to wherever it’s located.

These things aren’t just true of relatively minor crimes. Even the families of murder victims can expect to do a lot of their own legwork, if they expect to get any results.

Doctors don’t sit up nights trying to figure out what’s wrong with you. They assume you have whatever common illness comes closest to explaining your symptoms, and they prescribe exactly what other doctors prescribe. If there is anything remotely unusual about your symptoms, expect them to be just as clueless and ineffective as you are. You’re going to need a specialist, and they screw up a lot, too. Medical history is full of stories of frustrated patients who ended up doing their own research and diagnosing themselves.

I started taking ivermectin as a lark. I never expected to be afraid to stop taking it. Coronavirus is an endless stream of surprises, and sadly, many of the people who get surprised the most are doctors the rest of us depend on.

Horse Paste and Pills for Tropical Fish

I’m all excited today because my amoxicillin is almost here.

I got sick in Turkey, and while the symptoms don’t quite fit strep throat, they are not the most typical symptoms of covid, either, so I feel like I should cover all the treatment options. In the case of covid, that means ivermectin, supplements which probably don’t help, and waiting. In the case of strep, it means amoxicillin.

Today I read that it takes people at least three days to feel better after taking amoxicillin for bacterial infections, so in all likelihood, even if I have strep, taking an antibiotic won’t necessarily make a big difference. I am getting better every day, so even if I do nothing, if I have strep, I should be better in three days regardless of what I do.

Maybe amoxicillin won’t help at all, but I like feeling like I’m doing something.

I ordered 300 500-milligram pills, for $34. This is a huge amount of amoxicillin. My wife and I should be covered for several years.

Why haven’t I gone to a doctor? Because I don’t see any point in spending real money on a minor problem which is clearly going to go away soon whether I treat it or not.

Another reason I haven’t gone to a doctor: I have no faith in them. I will explain.

I am old, and when you’re old, you are full of knowledge you picked up from unpleasant experiences. I have learned that doctors are very good at treating highly treatable problems with which they are very familiar. Outside of that set of ailments, they are bumblers, and they often make things worse.

If you have a wart on your foot, or a broken arm, or you need a coronary bypass or a boob job, a doctor can help you out. If you have a collection of symptoms that don’t quite fit any disease you can find on the Internet, your doctor is likely to be stumped, and he will probably fall back on trial and error, giving you one treatment after another until one works, you leave him and go to another doctor, or you die.

Given human nature, this makes sense, and the principle doesn’t just apply to doctors. Today I realized all professionals are the same way. They are used to seeing the same problems over and over, so they are good at doing a limited number of things, but they get confused when you give them new challenges. Take them a few inches outside the box, and they flounder.

Most professionals are mediocre. Your doctor is probably mediocre. You aren’t qualified to say whether he is or not. You like him because he’s nice to you. That’s what we mean when we use the phrase “good doctor.” Unless you’re exceptionally blessed, your doctor will generally screw up when presented with novel tasks, and you won’t figure it out until he has led you around the mulberry bush for quite some time.

I can back my position up with countless tales of botched diagnoses and treatment, and I know you can, too, even if you’re a doctor and what I say makes you mad. Doctors give each other bad treatments, just like they do the rest of us.

I used to get tonsillitis over and over when I was a kid. People, especially doctors, don’t believe me when I say that. They say my tonsils would have been taken out. Sorry, but what I say is true. The doctors I saw didn’t believe in tonsillectomies.

They gave me antibiotics, which probably were not appropriate. One told my mother I had a herpes virus in my throat, and that the way to keep it from flaring up was to force me drink milk laced with bacteria every day. They all had diplomas up on their walls, but none of them ever solved or understood my seemingly simple problem.

Another doctor told my mother I had a cleft palate. I don’t know if he had murdered a real doctor and stolen his diploma or what, but that’s not a mistake a real doctor should make. Of course, he was wrong.

Another doctor used to tell my mother to keep me out of school whenever my temperature was above 99. He didn’t bother telling her many people have normal temperatures that high, so I got very, very familiar with the Mike Douglas Show while we applied his advice. I could turn a minor cold into a two-week vacation.

I feel like I should only go to doctors for problems only doctors have any chance of treating. These ailments fall into two categories: simple minor ones and complicated serious ones. Right now I have a simple minor problem I can handle as well as a doctor, so I’m staying home.

Remember how we respected doctors 60 years ago? We thought they were wonderful. Meanwhile, they were withholding water from fever patients, smoking in exam rooms, prescribing thalidomide, killing pneumonia patients by telling them to lie flat on their backs, and doing countless other things that made us worse off than if we had never seen them. Human beings probably thought just as highly of doctors back when they were doing bloodlettings with dirty instruments and going from surgery to surgery with pus on their hands. The farther back you look, the more physicians look like witch doctors. Fifty years from now, if the world survives, today’s doctors will also look bad. They are today’s witch doctors. I keep that perspective in mind when I think about medical treatment. Often, I tell God, “Please keep me away from the witch doctors.”

If doctors were really all that great, they would have come up with a credible consensus about coronavirus and masks, and they still have not done that. All they have is a party line determined by politics, not science. They wouldn’t have made fools of themselves by saying it was impossible for the vaccinated to have serious symptoms; vaccinated patients are dying all over the world. They still argue about whether it’s okay to eat eggs. They can’t cure cigarette or opioid addiction. They can’t even fix fat people. It’s important to know what doctors are good at and which challenges reveal how far they still have to go.

Enough of that. Back to me.

Today’s new symptom: food tastes funny. Does it mean I have coronavirus? No idea. Coronavirus is commonly associated with the disappearance of the sense of taste and smell, but this usually happens early, not a week into the disease, and I can still taste and smell things. My food tastes funny, and the flavors are weak, but I can taste it. I had hot chocolate this morning, and I would say it tasted like a mouthful of pennies.

Don’t pretend you don’t know what pennies taste like. You were a kid once.

The worst symptom I have is the constant accumulation of thick, chunky mucus in my nose, like rice pudding with raisins. I have to get up once a night and blow it out. I don’t sleep well. But for that, I would not mind being sick. I have all sorts of energy, and when I’m sick, I’m able to tolerate stimulants, so I’m enjoying coffee and chocolate. On the whole, but for the mucus, it may be preferable to being well. I’m looking forward to having a Lindt bar later. Don’t know if I’ll be able to taste it, but I am determined to try.

I say I have all sorts of energy, but that’s not totally true. At around 8 p.m., I start to flicker out and fall asleep wherever I am. I don’t think that’s because of the disease, though. I think it’s because of the lack of sleep. Also, I was going to bed 7 hours earlier last week, so I may not be in sync with Eastern time yet.

I’m not using ivermectin today, because my course of paste is done, but nonetheless, I have three new tubes on the way. I have no intention of running out while THE SCIENCE is still chasing its tail, trying to figure out whether ivermectin works while uninformed and dishonest physicians lie about it to the press. If they decide it works, the supply will disappear instantly. I plan to be ready.

It’s safe to give billions of doses to Africans for worms, but it’s lethal for Americans with coronavirus. Yeah, okay. Makes complete sense to me.

The vaccines have killed a few people, but ivermectin hasn’t, even when self-administered by bona fide imbeciles. Interesting fact.

Two deaths have been “linked to” ivermectin. After a year and a half of covid disinformation, we all know what “linked to” means. If you get a mild case of covid and fall off a ladder, your death is covid-linked. The ivermectin victims probably died in a car wreck.

About 8,000 people are reported to have been killed by covid vaccines. Not that I’m an anti-vaxxer. I’m vaccinated. I’m just pro-truth.

I hate the way the truth has disappeared. I may not say what you want to hear, because I may not have accepted all of your side’s covid dogma, but I strive to strain out the BS and present the truth. Most people are not doing that. They are telling us there are invisible microchips in liquid vaccines that pass through tiny needles, during a chip shortage. They are telling us masks are highly effective when they barely work at all. They are saying vaccines are the mark of the beast when the Bible makes it clear they are not. The Chinese are claiming the Chinese virus started in a lab in America, which is clearly a giant lie. American journalists are still repeating the moronic claim that an Oklahoma hospital turned away gunshot victims because there were so many people showing up with terminal cases of ivermectin poisoning.

I think the best lie is the magnetism story. People are posting videos of themselves with metal objects stuck to their arms. They claim the vaccines made them magnetic, causing things like copper coins to stick to them. Hello? Copper isn’t magnetic. If copper is sticking to you, you need to start using a washcloth, because your body’s own undisturbed grease is making things cling. If you’re dirty enough, I suppose nearly anything will stick to you.

People who can’t hear the truth can’t be helped, and they are very easy to control. The world’s new truth-deafness is being used to make human beings blame and hate each other, and it will form the basis of the murder pandemic predicted in Revelation 6. It’s already happening.

The only people who can’t be deceived are those who hear from the Holy Spirit, and if you’re not praying in tongues, you’re not one of those people. Christians who call tongues “gibberish” are already out there teaching anti-Semitism and preparing misguided militias to take on mirror-image dupes who think white people cause all the world’s problems.

A lot of the people who believe the chip stories are Christians. It’s embarrassing. Can you imagine how hard and expensive it would be to make a radio chip small enough to go through a hypodermic? The only implantable chips that small have to use ultrasound, not radio, and they only started making them this spring, in a university lab, not in factories. Have you been scanned with an ultrasound probe since getting your vaccine? I haven’t. What would be the point? If they can make you sit still for a probe, they already know where you are, right? What would the chip tell them that they don’t already know? Furthermore, I have to ask: are you walking around with a GPS-enabled phone which constantly tells Google your location to within a couple of yards, while whining about an imaginary locating chip?

You’re not magnetic. You don’t have a chip. The vaccines are not the mark of anything, yet. On the other side of the coin, ivermectin is not poisonous and may be helpful, masks don’t work in practical use, vaccinated people die every day, and closing borders no longer serves any purpose whatsoever, except when we do it to keep illegals out.

When you reject the truth and tell the lies one camp loves, you can be sure at least one faction will love you. When you accept truth and reject lies from all sources, people on every side will hate you.

I cannot wait for this snot to go away. My pills are still not here.

I think I’ll go out and kill squirrels out of season. I have nothing better to do, and I have some legitimate scores to settle. I hope everyone who reads this is preparing for the apocalypse, because the mass delusion which is leading us to an orgy of murders is, like coronavirus, untreatable except by divine means.

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.