Flames Everywhere

This morning I am struck by a contrast.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I also felt a lot of joy yesterday.

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

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

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

I believe the joy comes from praying in tongues.

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

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

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

Here are some things I saw.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Puppy-Skinner as Protagonist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

No. I wasn’t unfair.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pride Eventually Flags

Interesting stuff is happening here.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

People in Kabul Aren’t Feeling Gay

Tell me whether you think this is a revelation.

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

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

Uh oh.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What is 1901 plus 120? It’s 2021.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

More 6th-seal events:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Expect to be Rejected

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Only a litigator could understand how bad this is.

Here is what you do when you get a case:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Soon Civil Rights Will Only be for the Rich

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When Neurosis Becomes Policy

Rhodah and I, obviously, have not had our honeymoon yet. She applied for visas a while back, and we have not heard any news. Meanwhile, the nations of Europe appear to be playing a game of visa roulette. One border opens, and another one closes. European nations have to make double-sure coronavirus doesn’t arrive within their borders! Thank goodness that has never happened.

For a while (if I understand things correctly), Greece was open to us. We found out while we were in Egypt. Before we could do anything about it, the door snapped shut. Then Sweden and Spain opened up. We applied. Now the web says they’re closed.

The people in Zambia who process Swedish and Spanish visas say they haven’t heard anything, but you can’t put a lot of faith in what you hear from Africa. The rest of the world isn’t knocking itself out to fill Africa with current information.

I have read that a valid visa is not a guarantee that a person will be allowed into a country. I don’t know what to make of that. If Rhodah applies for a visa before a border closes and receives the visa afterward, does it mean the visa is no good? Would her visa be “grandfathered” in? You can’t really spend 5 figures on tickets and hotels and show up at a border, just hoping they’ll see things your way.

Imagine being turned away in a situation like ours. You’ve spent somewhere in the neighborhood of a full day traveling, and they tell you to get lost. You would have to sit in an airport, using your phone to buy new tickets at whatever prices were offered. You would have to wait for the planes to take off. Then you would have a day or so of travel in front of you, with no sleep and no bathing.

Clearly, we would need some kind of assurance before taking off, but if the information on the web is right, we won’t get it. In fact, it indicates she won’t get Swedish or Spanish visas at all.

Out of our three choices, the only reasonably desirable country we are confident we can enter as a couple is Iceland, which is not a place either of us is excited about. It’s either that, Mexico, or one of a long list of dreary Muslim countries.

There is very good news, however. France just opened to Zambians. That’s a good honeymoon country.

As I’ve said before, we have been hoping to parlay a Swedish, Spanish, or Icelandic visa into a Swiss visa. The Swiss want Rhodah to go to South Africa, at great expense and at some personal risk, to get a visa, but they may relent if she has a pre-existing visa from another country in the Schengen area. Sweden, Spain, and Iceland fit that description.

The Swedish embassy in Zambia is handling our existing applications, and they say they are also doing France.

To sum up, Iceland looks like a lock, France can be done if we are willing to wait, and Switzerland, our number one choice after hermetically-sealed Israel, is also a possibility.

I do not particularly want to go to France. Places like Israel, Switzerland, Greece, Austria, and Italy are better. France is okay, though. France has alps, like Switzerland, so it would make losing Switzerland less painful. We don’t actually have to go to Paris like everyone else. We can go to an alpy area, squint, and pretend we’re in Lucerne. The food will be better than Swiss food, and my creaky French will be plus utile than it would have been in Switzerland.

It’s funny, but I have little interest in the UK and Ireland, even though I speak the language and most of my ancestors came from these places. In my mind, English-speaking countries offer bad food, second-rate scenery, resentful service, disappointing art, street crime, and negative attitudes toward Americans. Maybe I’m mistaken, but this is the impression I have gathered from the news, the Internet, and personal conversations. The British are gross these days. Americans used to see them as witty and civil, but now they can’t seem to get a sentence out without saying something filthy, and they appear to be angry all the time.

The UK’s tallest mountain is something like 3000 feet high. It doesn’t have a Mediterranean or a Rhine. The architecture is tacky. There isn’t much Renaissance stuff. The food is a bummer. The people seem unhappy. We could get mugged, in a country with no Second Amendment. It’s just not inviting.

The problem with UK anger and violence is not new. Many years ago, when I lived on a kibbutz, there was tension between the gentile volunteers and the kibbutzniks. Why? Because some British morons had a disagreement with the volunteer liaison, and one of them beat him with a soccer shoe. While I was there, a Scottish volunteer told me he was afraid to be outdoors in Edinburgh at night. For some years, the gun-deprived British have been using kitchen knives on each other, and knife attacks are so common, they’re trying to ban pointed blades.

When your citizens are so childish they can’t be trusted with sharp tools that are used safely in places like Pakistan and Somalia, it may well be time to put razor wire around your country and tell everyone else to stay away. In the rest of the world, blunt scissors are only for very small children. It’s strange to see similar items being forced on a nation’s adults. Can it be that after centuries of brewing and drinking, the British still can’t handle beer?

The UK has outdoor cameras everywhere now, which is another implicit comment on the maturity of the populace.

I have no interest in pubs or drinking. I don’t care for the theater. I don’t know what I’d do in London, after seeing the few tourist attractions every American sees by his third day.

Britain has a rich (past) culture, but I can take that in here, through books.

As for my UK ancestors, they were poor and oppressed, they didn’t leave the British Isles on good terms, some were slaves of the British in America, and when they and their revolutionary compatriots got free, the British came after them and burned their capital. The British weren’t really allies of America until the 20th century, and even then, America always picked up the checks. We owe the French a lot more. They helped us throw the British out. The British would never have given us a statue representing liberty. Our Statue of Liberty is really a monument to British military weakness and the humbling of a cruel empire that did things like shooting crowds of Indian protestors, starving the Irish, and forcing China to import drugs.

I don’t want to say the British Empire was all bad. In 1790, they changed their laws so it was no longer legal to burn female traitors alive, and during the next couple of decades, they stopped executing people for minor thefts.

America hasn’t always been great to England, either. We let them help us design atomic bombs, and once we had the know-how, we classified it and refused to give it to them. We did something similar with supersonic flight.

Then we stole The Office. I would have let them keep that.

I like the British in spite of the deterioration of their culture, but the things I hear about the tourist experience do not make me eager to visit. Not when there are so many places I would put higher on my list.

In unrelated news, I saw something very odd today. CNN is being harder on Joe Biden than Fox.

Afghanistan is lost, which was to be expected. No one with any brains thought we could help these people. Their culture is too corrupt. They won’t do what they should do, so all other countries can do is occupy them temporarily and restrain them. Our failure as nation-builders was inevitable, as was our exit. What may not have been inevitable were the ignominious collapse of the nation under Biden, as well as our failure to rescue Afghans who put their families in danger by cooperating with us.

I could have told you we would give up in 2005, as could most intelligent people, yet Biden behaves as though the Taliban’s victory was a sudden surprise. He had 9 months to plan, if you count the days beginning with his inauguration. If you include his stint as vice president and Trump’s term, which should be included, given Biden’s standing under Obama and his hopes of becoming president, he has had close to 13 years to write himself a little note: “Plan for the end in Afghanistan.” He didn’t do it.

It’s not that hard to move people out of an occupied country. We ran Afghanistan. Americans weren’t scurrying around behind rocks. We could have driven people to Kabul and put them on planes instead of abandoning them to torture, prison, and murder.

Today, Drudge has linked to a site showing a photo of two tiny specks beneath an airborne C-17. They are Afghans, plummeting to the ground after grabbing the airplane in a desperate effort to escape Kabul. You have to wonder what they did to help us, and what other Muslims have threatened to do do them, to make them so afraid of reprisals.

In June of this year, Biden said, “There’s going to be no circumstance where you’ll see people being lifted off the roof of an embassy of the United States from Afghanistan.”

I’ll post the famous Saigon photo, followed by a now-famous Kabul photo. This is fair use of cropped, low-resolution photos for purposes of comment.

You can decide for yourself whether Biden was wrong, and whether he should have done something to prevent this.

The weirdest thing about this is seeing a number of articles on CNN’s site, criticizing Biden. How can that be? Ordinarily, they lick his feet and ignore his long history as a perennial also-ran laughingstock. Generally, it’s as though Inspector Clouseau became the president of France and people determined to justify their votes started building him pyramids. Why the sudden honesty?

Surely they’re not preparing the ground for a Harris coup. We are told that leftists are panicked by the prospect of a Harris presidency because the public can’t stand her. Is that untrue? Or is it that CNN is so addled by Marxist fervor, its pundits seriously believe Harris will be an improvement?

I know one thing for certain: CNN’s coverage is not motivated by journalistic integrity. That’s why I am searching for other explanations.

We should get used to spectacles like this. Biden is running on fumes, so he will continue to lack to plan for predictable crises. He lacks the capacity to plan. Planning requires concentration and a working memory. These are the two main things dementia destroys.

Without a leader, his team will bicker and trip over each other while working on personal CYA strategies and cultivating private-sector contacts so they’ll get cushy jobs when Biden leaves no later than January of 2025. A team needs one man to define a coherent plan and force everyone to stick to it.

Another weird thing about Afghanistan: I actually agree with Biden’s assessment. He says we should pull out if Afghans can’t or won’t fight for themselves. That’s absolutely true. But if that was how he felt, why didn’t he provide a way to save Afghans who fought alongside of us?

This morning, I realized Saigon and Kabul remind me of the rapture. The rapture will come when God realizes the people of Earth are no longer worth trying to help. Like Vietnam, Somalia, and Afghanistan, we are proving the cost of leaving God’s precious pearls down here is not worth the return.

Fortunately, unlike Biden’s Kabul blowout, the rapture will be peaceful and orderly, because the leader who planned it isn’t demented. He has been preparing his embedded collaborators for years. When the rapture comes, we will be ready to get out.

Over the last couple of days, I’ve been watching tours of graveyards full of famous people. The saddest thing about it was seeing how people who are almost certainly in hell are literally worshiped by their fans. Michael Jackson still gets more flowers in a week than most people get at their funerals.

I saw graves belonging to Oscar Wilde, Jim Morrison, and various rock and roll degenerates who died young. I saw Hugh Hefner’s resting place, which, like more than one showbiz grave, was adorned with lip prints. People kissed it.

I saw the grave of Isadora Duncan, the dancer. It was adorned with adoring notes. I thought, “She must have been a lesbian and a Marxist.” I looked at Wikipedia. Yep. She had sex with women, and she was a communist. Why else would the godless world love her so much?

The grave tours made me realize how sad it is that people who belong to God try to become rich and admired in this world. Satan runs most things, and he decides who gets the huge monuments adorned with flowers, photos, and stuffed animals. When we’re young, we are not told this, so many of us waste years being blackballed and torpedoed while children of darkness with less ability take our prizes.

I can name a few people whose decorated graves I saw.

Jimi Hendrix. Drug addict who washed out of the army and died at age 27 from injecting too much heroin and inhaling his own vomit.

Janis Joplin. Drug addict who died from a heroin overdose at age 27.

Amy Winehouse. Alcoholic who died from alcohol poisoning at age 27.

Jim Morrison. Drug addict who died from a heroin overdose at age 27.

Hugh Hefner. A pimp who made pornography mainstream in the US.

John Belushi. An actor who specialized in lowbrow comedy and poisoned a whole generation of young people with his role in Animal House. Died at 33 from a combination of heroin and cocaine, administered by a famous rock groupie who was not his wife.

Michael Jackson. A famous singer and pedophile who died young, alone, single, and without fathering children, from an overdose of a drug intended to make him sleepy.

Voltaire. Entombed in the Pantheon in Paris, Voltaire was a gifted humorist who distinguished himself during his era by calling Christianity “the most absurd and the most bloody religion which has ever infected this world.” He promulgated a number of debunked myths about Christianity in an effort to destroy it.

One of Satan’s best jokes is having his children decorate and idolize the grave of a person who is below it, in hell, crying, screaming, and shaking.

The world is so perverse; we love evil and hate good. No wonder God is giving up on this place.

I guess I have rambled enough for one day. Hope Rhodah and I make it to Europe while Christians are still allowed to have passports.

One More Thing I Shouldn’t be Making

The maple cream candy I made yesterday is doing what it’s supposed to. It’s turning soft and crumbly. It tastes fantastic. May be the best candy I’ve ever had.

In case anyone wants to try it, I’ll give the recipe.

INGREDIENTS

1-1/2 cups maple syrup (not fake maple)
1/2 cup heavy cream
1/4 tsp. salt
1/2 tsp. vanilla

Dump the syrup and salt in a deep saucepan. It will bubble up, so you don’t want a shallow pan. Heat until it boils gently. Add the cream slowly. You don’t have to stir it.

You can add the vanilla at the start, or if you’re afraid boiling will hurt it, you can drizzle it on the candy right before you pull it. Pulling will work it into the candy.

Boil the mixture until it hits 260°. When you start getting close to the final temperature, get a pan ready to chill the candy. Put several teaspoons in the pan, concave side down. Fill the pan with ice and water, a little deeper than the height of the spoons. Butter a smaller pan.

When the candy is ready, put the small pan in the big pan and pour the candy into it. When the candy is cold enough to remove with your hands, remove it and form it into a long rod. Stretch the rod, fold it, and stretch it again. You want to do this for about 5 minutes. The candy will develop a satiny look.

Stretch the candy until it’s thin enough to make pieces of a convenient size. Cut it into small pieces with shears. Set it aside until it “creams,” meaning until it turns soft and chalky. This may take a whole day.

You should be able to use any flavoring you like. You could buy menthol crystals and make peppermint candy. You would need to use table sugar instead of syrup. A cup of sugar is about equivalent to 3/4 cup syrup.

I want to make this candy with Jack Daniel’s and cover the pieces with chocolate. My relatives would freak out. Cream candy is a big deal in Eastern Kentucky, and so are bourbon balls, but no one combines them, and all the bourbon balls I’ve had were made pretty badly.

Let me know if you try this stuff.

In other news, I decided to try Popeye’s spicy chicken sandwich today. I read a roundup of fast food chicken sandwiches, and Popeye’s came out on top. They beat Chick-fil-A. I found that hard to believe, but I found it easy to believe that our anti-Christian, pro-homosexuality press would lie, so I had to find out the truth.

I went to a nearby Popeye’s. Let’s just say it was different.

At Chick-fil-A, they have long lines of cars, and they have courteous kids outside taking orders and directing traffic. I was the fifth car in line at Popeye’s. After about 10 minutes of sitting still, I went inside. I ended up getting my food before people who arrived earlier than I did.

One of the things I noticed was that one of the employees was wearing what appeared to be fishnet-panel yoga pants. Another employee was on the phone in the dining area. A third employee was using a table to do the books.

The place was filthy. I was nervous about eating the food. A bunch of employees were bustling around busily, and one was mopping, but I didn’t see anything fresh coming out of the fryers. The chicken was piled up under lights, and there was a small clump of fries in one small corner of the fry area.

I ordered a spicy chicken combo with “Cajun” fries and a lemonade.

Chick-fil-A makes fresh lemonade all the time. They use water, lemons, and sugar. The Popeye’s lady gave me a cup and a straw, and I made my way to the dispensing machine. I wondered about bacteria in the ice. They serve Minute Maid “lemonade,” and the tag on the tap said, “0% JUICE.”

If it doesn’t have lemon juice in it, how can it be lemonade?

Chick-fil-A is always spotless, and they put little vases with fresh flowers on the tables. It’s also crowded. No other customers showed up inside Popeye’s while I was there.

I took my food and drove home, wondering if I should eat it.

When I got home, I found that the chicken and fries were only slightly warm. I ate my food, drank half the drink, and threw the rest out.

My surprising verdict is this: I would definitely eat Popeye’s chicken sandwiches from now on, IF they did a few things. They need to train their employees, clean the restaurant, put something other than pickles and sauce on the sandwiches, and sell real lemonade, even if it’s prepackaged.

The sandwich was beautifully spiced. Unfortunately, it was lukewarm, and it wasn’t juicy. There was no lettuce on it. There was no cheese on it. There was no tomato. Just sauce and pickles. If Chick-fil-A used Popeye’s seasoning along with their cheese, sauce, and vegetables, their sandwiches would be even more popular than they are now. The difference would only be like 10%, though.

I put “Cajun” in quotation marks when mentioning the fries, because there was nothing Cajun about them. Cajun seasoning is required on “Cajun” fries, and Popeye’s didn’t apply any.

Because Chick-fil-A is clean and otherwise properly managed, and Popeye’s is not, Chick-fil-A still wins. Like I always say: I would say the people at Chick-fil-A treat me like family, but my relatives don’t treat me that well.

For me, Chick-fil-A is not a practical option. I visit rarely because it’s so popular. They rush you through the long lines, but it still takes a while to get food. Also, the nearest Chick-fil-A is a long way from my house.

Chick-fil-A doesn’t expand quickly, possibly because they pay their owner/managers squat, so I don’t think things will improve for me soon.

There is another Popeye’s near me. Maybe I’ll try it, but it’s so close, it may be owned by the same lame franchisee who owns the one I visited today.

Anyway, it may well be that the people who rank Popeye’s sandwiches above Chick-fil-A are right, provided their conclusion is limited to Popeye’s locations that aren’t run by lazy bums.

God’s Progressive Discipline

Here’s interesting news. I think we may be in between the openings of the fourth and fifth seals mentioned in the Revelation.

In Revelation 5, the word says there is a book in the right hand of God as he sits on the throne of heaven. There are seven seals on the book. At first, no one is able to open the book. Then Jesus appears as a slain lamb, and in Revelation 6, he opens the book, seal by seal.

The first four parts of the book are about the four horsemen of the apocalypse (“apocalypse” means “revelation” or “uncovering”). The opening of each seal releases a horseman to ride throughout the world.

The first horseman rides a white horse. He is Jesus himself. The word says the first horseman conquers, and many people think this means he represents war, but another horseman in the same chapter represents war, and in another part of the Revelation, Jesus appears riding a white horse. As the first horseman, Jesus conquers sin and death and spreads salvation.

The second horseman rides a red horse. He is the horseman that represents murder and war. He causes the people of the earth to kill each other.

The third horseman rides a black horse, and he represents famine and lack. He is given power to cause shortages, but he is told not to touch the oil and the wine. It seems likely that this is a reference to God’s children, saved by the blood of Jesus (wine) and anointed with the Holy Spirit (oil). I’m not sure, though.

The fourth horseman rides a pale horse, and he represents death. He kills with disease and animals. Apparently, animals will start harming people.

When the fifth seal is opened, God gives white robes to the dead martyrs under the throne and tells them to wait for their remaining brothers on earth to be killed.

When the sixth seal is opened, the real tribulation starts. Revelation 17 says, “For the great day of his wrath is come; and who shall be able to stand?” The day of God’s wrath is the first part of the true tribulation.

With the opening of the seventh seal, the remainder of the tribulation begins. The real horrors of the tribulation take place in this time, and people on earth will wish they were dead. Remarkably, the people who do not die from the plagues God unleashes refuse to repent. There will probably be gay pride parades and relief concerts during this time.

This is how I understand things now.

I used to think we had to see armies encircling Jerusalem before the end-time events could start, but having read the Revelation again, I believe that happened when the Romans destroyed the city in 70 A.D. The things that take place in that prophecy don’t fit in the modern age.

If it isn’t necessary for Jerusalem to be destroyed before the apocalypse, then it may be that the three destructive horsemen have already been released. This is consistent with the global hate, lack, and pestilence we have seen recently.

It looks like God is using progressive discipline. The time of the three horsemen will be bad. The time after the opening of the sixth seal will be worse. The time after the opening of the seventh seal will be like hell on earth.

It makes sense that the wicked would be destroyed and Jesus would return after the events of the seventh seal, because at that point, the people of Earth would have reached rock bottom. No one redeemable would be left by that point. The people who remained alive and unrepentant would be nearly as evil, and useless, as Satan himself.

God once told me, “We are all addicts,” speaking of the human race. Addicts generally do not change until their lives are utterly ruined. People who try to help addicts aren’t told to let them hit rock bottom. They’re told to “raise the bottom.” This means you cut your addict off so completely that his life falls apart as quickly as possible. The events of the seventh seal look just like that.

“Tribulation” is a term that comes from the harvesting of grain. Ancient people removed husks from grain using a tribulum, which is a board with steel nails driven into it. A man would put the grain on a rock floor, stand on the board with the nails pointed downward, and have an animal pull him around. The nails would crush the husks and free the useful grain.

God has told me that people who won’t be saved are the afterbirth of those who will.

To a plant, a seed hull is afterbirth. The life of the next generation is inside the husk, which has to be peeled off and discarded. People who are not saved are here to keep the world running so God’s children will have the necessities of life. The unsaved are like a placenta. They serve a useful purpose, but when we are birthed into the next world, they will be thrown out. They will be dumped in hell–God’s garbage dump–to rot and burn.

Through the tribulation, God is separating his children from the chaff. The children will be saved, and the chaff will burn. This is why the Bible says the ungodly are like chaff and weeds.

Prophecy student Perry Stone has said that separating different types of grain from seed husks varies in difficulty. Some grains separate easily. Others require the tribulum. That makes sense. It fits the pattern of progressive discipline.

If the fourth seal has sounded, we are now in a mildly disturbing time during which we should be turning back to God. This is as good as things will ever be, and later, they will be a lot worse. Almost no one is listening, so it may well be that a huge percentage of mankind will be stuck here, alive and unraptured, after the sixth seal is opened. There is no worldwide call to repentance and prayer, and almost no one is saying what’s happening to us is the result of sin.

If the fourth seal has sounded, more pestilence will appear, and there will be more shortages. The astounding increase in murders will continue and accelerate. We will have to forget about beating coronavirus. It probably won’t go away, and even if it did, something much worse would follow it. Coronavirus isn’t that big a deal. You can’t compare it to other plagues we’ve had. Things have been much, much worse.

I think we’re witnessing the apocalypse, but not the tribulation, right now. If not, this is just a birth pang, and the real reign of the three horsemen will be a horror.

Supernatural Loser Invades my House

Night before last, I had a supernatural experience. I woke up, and I saw a fat man sitting beside me on the bed. His back was toward me. I didn’t see his head. He had poor posture, as though he had given up on life, and there were little green tattoos all over him, spaced out the way you might see decorations on wallpaper.

He didn’t disappear until a second or so after I woke. I cursed him and told him to leave, in Jesus’ name, and as I did so, he vanished.

You may claim I saw him because I was still dreaming. Sorry; that won’t wash. I’ve seen other spirits on waking up. I’ve never seen one that had been in my dream while I was still asleep. If I woke up and continued dreaming, I would see whatever I had been dreaming of. My mind isn’t capable of making new scenes up instantaneously.

I have asked God what the spirit represented, and I think God showed me it was a spirit of self-condemnation and rejection. It was a picture of what Satan wanted me, and others, to think I was.

That would make sense. When I was very young, I was not self-conscious or overly critical of myself. I wasn’t shy. I used to hold out my arms to strangers, trying to get them to pick me up. My dad and my sister used to make fun of me, though, and eventually, I internalized it and couldn’t stop doing it. I believe that means the demon took up residence in me. Demons manifest as habits.

My sister has a sick desire to exclude me from society. Even when I was in my 40’s, it enraged her when I sat in the front seat of a car. She is very short, but she always wanted the front seat. When we were young, and we were around other kids, she would make up nasty names for me and get the other kids to use them. She continued doing this into her thirties, trying to turn adults against me. When the family got together at my grandparents’ house for special occasions, there was always an adult table and a table for the kids, and she would get angry when I sat at the adult table, even when we were just about grown.

My dad came home from a business trip, and he brought us gifts. My sister started crying. She said, “You gave Steve two gifts, and you only gave me three!”

I developed the feeling that I was a habitual outsider, and that people didn’t want me around. I felt that girls could not be attracted to me. I was embarrassed to be myself around people.

A spirit of self-condemnation is a spirit of murder that works on the person who carries it. My sister’s spirit of murder was directed at me, but mine was directed at myself. I have never been suicidal, but the spirit did what it could. I was depressed for just about all of my first three decades.

When you condemn yourself, you may start condemning others, too. I eventually started doing that. My sister has never condemned herself. She is not capable of self-criticism. It’s an amazing thing. She has threatened suicide too many times to remember, but she has never even made a sham attempt. Not once.

I believe the tattoos on the spirit represented the law of rejection Satan imposed on me. Habits are internal laws. A tattoo is a Satanic counterfeit of the Torah, which is God’s law. The Torah is written on the outsides of ritually clean animals. Tattoos are placed on the outsides of people. Under the Jewish law, a person is not supposed to have tattoos.

I believe the person on the bed was supposed to look like me, and the tattoos were like little beacons, informing spirits that control other people that I was supposed to be rejected. When you ship a package, you may put stickers on it, and those stickers represent laws. “Handle with Care.” “This end up.” The tattoos on the spirit were the stickers Satan wants to put on me. They were handling and routing instructions. They were curses.

I still have a habit of feeling rejected, but it’s nothing like it used to be. I think God showed me I need to get rid of the rest of it. It’s possible to have a demon who isn’t strong enough to do his job.

Many Christians are people the world has rejected. It makes sense, based on my experience with my sister. She was a horrible child everyone spoiled, and when I came along, I looked great in comparison. She was jealous. Satan was a pampered prince who could do no wrong, but he fell from grace and turned out to be a worthless loser no one could stand. Now God loves human beings with the love he used to give Satan, and Satan wants those human beings who belong to God to be rejected and erased. He’s like a jilted girlfriend who shows up at a man’s house after gaining fifty pounds and tries to shoot his new wife.

Satan decides whom the world will reject, because most people belong to him and work for him. He also decides whom the world exalts. This is why the Jews killed their own prophets but Kim Kardashian receives several million dollars each time she tweets.

If the world loves you, you have a very serious problem, and you’re probably going to hell. The most dangerous preachers among those who work for Satan are the ones with the most money and the biggest churches.

There is always symmetry in the supernatural. Satan and his doomed children reject me, but while Jesus was with me during his visits, I knew I was completed accepted and that my future was assured. Nothing could touch me. Love, joy, and peace poured through me. Satan used to feel that all the time when he hovered above God’s throne, but now it’s for me, and he will never feel it again.

The closer you get to God, the more rejected you will be, and you will find that the people who reject you are also closer to God. Nominal Christians reject serious Christians. Serious Christians who don’t hear from the Holy Spirit reject Spirit-led Christians. It’s as though you’re climbing a ladder, and everyone on the rungs below you rejects you.

The body of Satan is like a human body. It has an immune system that tries to kill and expel anything foreign. As it does this to you, it can push you closer and closer to God, so it’s a good thing. It would be catastrophic to fall in love with this life and want it to last forever. You’d be like 62-year-old Madonna, who works out constantly, struggles to maintain her appearance, and continually shows her wrinkled body to adults who weren’t even born in 1998 when she hit middle age.

Madonna started making singles in 1983, 38 years ago, so the youngest people who listened to her at the start would be about 50 now. She is still bleaching her hair and dressing like a confused teenager. People like that have no motivation to change. What celebrity wants to start the next life as a regular person with no private jet, no fortune, no paparazzi, and no adoration?

My sister was a 7 when she was young, and she made the most of it. She ran around with men other shallow women wanted, and she was cruel to young people who weren’t glamorous. By the time she was 30, she was a 5, and the alpha men hadn’t been part of her life for years. She continued to describe herself as beautiful and alluring, even claiming other women saw her as a threat as she descended into the 4 and 3 categories. She wouldn’t let herself see what everyone else saw.

Peaking early, and being treated like you’re a bigger deal than you actually are, can really warp your mind. It’s what ruined Satan.

Spirits are real. If they were not, God, who is a spirit, would not exist. Ignoring them has had disastrous consequences for the church. It’s as though we were on a battlefield, and we decided the enemy’s soldiers were imaginary. We put down our arms, but the spirits have never stopped fighting and killing us.

I need to do more. I need to cast things out more often, and I need to keep closing doors to them and to stop feeding them. There is no point in associating with trashy, futureless beings who will never again go where I’m going.

Xe Were a Symbol of Patriarchy, so Skeletor Killed Xem

I can’t get used to the spectacle of watching America crumble around me. It’s like the earthquake scene in the first Superman movie. Big chunks of my world keep falling from great heights and landing all around me.

Today’s casualty: He-Man.

In case, like me, you were grown when the first He-Man show came out, or, also like me, you thought it was just too dumb to watch, I can give you what little I know about it. A guy named Adam lives in a universe where another guy named Skeletor is trying to ruin everything. It’s like Adam is Trump, and Skeletor is AOC. In times of trouble, Adam transforms himself into a bodybuilder named He-Man, and he prances around in a bondage harness and fur jockstrap, fighting Skeletor and other evil people.

My understanding is that the sole purpose of creating the show was to produce a half-hour-long commercial for Mattel toys. If so, it was brilliant. Ordinarily, manufacturers have to pay networks to run their ads. Networks pay to run shows. If McDonald’s had thought of this, Ronald McDonald would have a talk show.

I guess I should make it clear that when I say “big chunks of my world” falling, I’m not saying He-Man is important to me. It meant a lot to millions of kids who had very poor taste in entertainment, and it still means a lot to a surprising number of adult nerds. It’s a big chunk of the world I live in, but I won’t miss it.

Anyway, guess who ruined He-Man forever? Kevin Smith.

Maybe you have no idea who Smith is, so I’ll fill you in. Many, many years ago, Smith made a shoestring-budget film about two clerks who worked at a tiny New Jersey strip mall. He named it Clerks. The movie shocked the world by making money, and for a long time afterward, Hollywood was willing to risk actual movie budgets on Kevin Smith films. Over time, it gradually became apparent that Smith wasn’t a very good filmmaker. He had modest successes, buy he also poisoned various projects and found himself exiled to the lower strata of off-camera creative personnel.

After making Jersey Girl, which critics lined up to nuke, he did something very predictable: he made Clerks II, for the obvious reason that he realized he was not good at coming up with new ideas. When the movie was rolling out, he was quick to tell the world he wasn’t running back to his roots simply because he had failed in the big leagues. In doing so, he revealed that a) he probably was not the most truthful person on earth, and b) he was aware that critics and fans knew exactly what he was doing.

The movie made $27 million, which means it was profitable, but you have to balance that against its $5 million budget. Any movie will make money if you and your wife act in it, and you film it on your cellphone.

He is currently working on Clerks III, by unpopular demand.

Interesting thing: a movie has to make much, much more money than its budget in order to be profitable. I used to believe you just compared the budget to the box office take, but that’s wrong. The budget doesn’t include the cost of marketing the film, distributing it, and so on. Many flops have earned more than their budgets.

Kevin Smith is basically Quentin Tarantino without gifts for plot, structure, and action. Like Tarantino, he is great at writing funny conversations, but he can’t write a good story, and nothing of interest happens in his movies. If you like getting stoned or coked up and sitting around a table at a dive bar having funny conversations with your friends, you will like some of his films, but you will never mistake him for Guy Ritchie even Joss Whedon. He should be hiring himself out to soup up talking scenes in other people’s movies instead of trying to make his own.

Since you don’t care about He-Man spoilers any more than you care whether Mr. Whipple got therapy after they caught him squeezing the Charmin, I’ll just tell you what Kevin Smith did. Netflix made a new He-Man series, and they hired Kevin Smith to direct it. He killed He-Man in the first episode and replaced him with…you’ll never guess…a woman!

Why do people keep hiring Kevin Smith?

His series got a 33% rating at Rotten Tomatoes, which, in my experience, is the best site for gauging whether or not a movie or show is bearable. A rating of 33% means a movie is comparable to spending two hours passing a kidney stone. In the comments to the official trailer on Youtube, He-Man’s fans are universally enraged. One called him “Karen Smith.” People are calling the show “She-Man” and “He-Ma’am.”

Imagine this. You’re a Tom Sawyer fan. Hollywood says it’s coming out with a brilliant film about Tom’s continuing adventures. For months, you look forward to it. Then you stand in line to see it on the first day, and 4 minutes after the opening credits, Indigenous Person Joe blow’s Tom’s head off with a shotgun, and from then on, the movie is about Becky Thatcher, a black girl who has male genitalia. That’s how crazy Smith’s series is.

The unnerving thing about He-Man’s assassination is that it was so predictable. It’s exactly what you would expect Kevin Smith, or any other director capable of being hired these days, to do.

Also disturbing: critics claim they love She-Man. Their reviews and those of actual fans seem to have been written in different universes, about different shows. Obviously, fans hate the show, but critics are either afraid to say so because their employers are Ewokes, or the critics are, themselves, Ewokes.

No one over the age of 8 should care what happens in a stupid cartoon or movie, but He-Man’s abrupt firing is part of a broader pattern. Masculinity is being stamped out. Whiteness is officially a problem. Christianity is considered evil. Jews are seen as aggressors in the Middle East. Everything is topsy-turvy, like never before.

Iron Man is a woman. Thor is going to be a woman. A shockingly wrinkled and non-dashing James Bond will be humiliated and replaced by a black woman if the next film ever comes out. Captain Marvel is a woman. The Ghostbusters are women. On the other hand, there is no Wonder Man, nor will there be a Black Widower, Scarlet Warlock, Cat Man, or Biff the Vampire Slayer.

Now that I think about it, our president will soon be replaced by a black woman, barring a medical miracle.

All the things I’ve been predicting for years are happening. It’s real. The world is going insane in preparation for the revelation of the Antichrist.

I would say Jews felt like this in Germany and Austria in the 1930’s, except they didn’t have any prophets telling them the future. I guess godly Jews felt this way when Nebuchadnezzar came to call, and I suppose Christians had this feeling when Rome’s armies surrounded Jerusalem.

The big difference between modern people and those I mention above is that we have nowhere to go. In 1935, Jews could leave Europe, and in 590 B.C. and 65 A.D., Jews and Christians could leave Israel. We, on the other hand, are stuck here. There is no alternative Earth for us to flee to.

As if things could not get any weirder, leftists tycoons are now fleeing to New Zealand and building multi-million-dollar bunkers. If you have $10 million to invest, New Zealand will give you residency. Leftists ridicule prophecy, and they claim to support all the “progressive” things that are being done to destroy civilization, so why would they flee? It looks like they know what’s happening and plan to keep the pedal to the metal, regardless. Maybe they want the apocalypse but don’t want to be personally inconvenienced.

Who thinks like that? If you thought your own policies would lead to a civil war or other manifestations of chaos, why would you continue to hold them?

Of course, there are plenty of conservative Christians who actually look forward to civil war, so it’s not like all the people with extremely poor judgment are leftists.

I wonder what’s next. The Ex-Men? The Queen Lantern? Wonder if She’s a Woman? Aunt Man?

How about some things for the kids? Peter Pansexual. Popeye and Bluto Redecorate the S.S. Brokeback.

What’s happening in the runup to the rapture is like Atlas Shrugged, except no one is flying Christians to a hidden city in the Rockies.

I wish someone would send me an invitation with directions to the place where Jesus will pick me up. I would get in the car right now. I wouldn’t even put on my shoes.

This Seems Totally Normal to Me

When I asked my new wife Rhodah what her favorite food was, all she said was, “meat.” It was nice to hear that in these times of self-righteous, controlling vegetarian women.

When we got together in Egypt, I took homemade beef jerky and dried apples to keep me alive on flights. Naturally, she took a big share of the jerky. Now she wants me to bring more, as well as a good supply of dried apples and Colgate toothpaste with Scope. I had a nearly-fresh tube with me on the trip, and she confiscated it. Now she’s hooked.

Recently, a mouse invaded my house. Before I managed to trap it and stamp on it, it found my jerky stash. I had a lot of inviting foods within mouse reach, but it only broke into the jerky and a bag of emergency rice. It nibbled on some containers holding bird food, but it gave up before it got in.

Jerky was clearly the mouse’s favorite item, and that makes sense, because making each bag required about two pounds of fresh beef. Jerky is expensive, and pests always destroy the expensive stuff. Now beef prices are going insane, just when I have to replace my contaminated jerky and also make more for Rhodah.

Yesterday, I got a blessing. A local store was selling London broil, which makes very nice jerky, for $4 per pound. I bought about 5 pounds. I may go back today and buy 5 more. Maybe I should buy 10 more and load up the freezer. I don’t want to spend the whole week making jerky. If I freeze it, I can dry it later. I doubt freezing has any serious effect on the texture and flavor of jerky.

I have around 2.5 pounds of marinated beef in the dehydrator right now, and I have over a pound marinating. I decided to use the same marinade twice. What kind of bacteria can grow in cold soy sauce and Worcestershire with added hot pepper sauce? Reusing the marinade will save me a couple of bucks.

I have discovered that the dehydrator will hold about 9 pounds. I need to get about that much meat together before turning the machine on again. These small batches increase the work.

Here’s a useful tip: you can finish jerky in the fridge. Your refrigerator IS a dehydrator, as you have surely already noticed. I want my jerky heated to reduce germs and add flavor, but once it has been heated, it can go in the fridge if it comes out too wet.

Will jerky and other emergency foods save us if society gets crazier and food gets scarce? I doubt it. Even if I store enough food for 6 months, which is pretty optimistic at my character level, a real food disaster would last longer than that, and we would still starve. I’m not sure why I bother. I guess doing something feels better than doing nothing.

Maybe we could manage to grow our own food, given 6 months to try. That’s something to think about. The soil here is useless, the weeds and pests are overwhelming, and it’s impossible to grow food by conventional means, but we might be able to build raised beds and fence them in.

I have read that potatoes do well in sand, which is the kind of soil I have. That would be helpful. Potatoes are high in calories and vitamin C. Sweet potatoes might grow here, too.

Protein is the big challenge. I think I could reliably kill three squirrels a week without running out, but that would change if desperate neighbors started poaching. You can eat any mammal, so coons and other pests could make our menu, and crows, which we have in abundance, are supposedly delicious. There was a time when people who ate them called them “black partridges.” Maybe things wouldn’t be so bad.

Crows are very smart, though. I could probably kill 10 today if I tried, but would they be as cooperative tomorrow?

One big advantage to eating crows is that most people would be slow to start. I doubt anyone here would try them until they ran out of other ideas.

In any case, I look forward to having jerky again. The store stuff can’t compare to homemade.

I hope Rhodah will let me keep some.

Florida Upswing Defies Logic

Florida is a giant coronavirus hotspot! We just had over 50,000 new cases pop up in one day! Or did we?

Florida is home to a person who will certainly be the GOP presidential candidate, or his running mate, in 2024. Keep that in mind. The worse our stats look, the more hope Democrats have of reelecting a dementia patient. They want to blame the local coronavirus upsurge on our governor, Rick DeSantis.

The list of worst-hit areas includes blue strongholds in California and northeastern states. I wonder how DeSantis managed to infect people over a thousand miles away, under the watchful eyes of infallible leftist politicians.

Here’s something interesting: at more or less the same time, the nation of Zambia had a new wave of cases. Zambia and Florida have about the same populations. Both places have the delta variant, which is supposedly the reason for Florida’s monster virus wave.

Facts to keep in mind: Florida’s vaccination rate is around 50%. Zambia’s rate is under 1%. Zambians don’t practice social distancing in any serious way. I know this from watching them on live video as my wife moves about in the capital, Lusaka. They have things like Zoom classes for students, but when people are out and about, they don’t stay far apart. They do wear masks, but then they were also wearing masks when their recent case increase started. Masks didn’t stop it.

Contrast: Zambia’s case numbers have plummeted. Their wave is nearly over, and Florida’s chart shows a continued increase. Why?

It’s not the masks. Even pro-maskers don’t claim masks are that effective. It’s not vaccines. Zambians aren’t getting them. It’s not social distancing, because Zambians aren’t doing anything Floridians aren’t doing.

I am not against vaccines. Let me make sure I say that. I am for anything that actually works and doesn’t destroy our economy or our civil rights.

I got the J&J vaccine. I don’t trust the mRNA vaccines because they mess with genetic material. Doctors tell us they don’t affect our DNA, but then doctors have told us many, many things that were the opposite of true. They said cocaine wasn’t addictive, and they also told us to eat lots of trans-fats. I believe in conventional vaccines, so I got one. Still, Zambians aren’t vaccinated, and their coronavirus wave dried up. Floridians are vaccinated, and our wave is supposedly increasing fast.

Here’s something else that’s weird: Florida is reporting new cases every other day, and the authorities are attributing all cases to the days when they report. On a day when they don’t report, the graph says zero. The next day, the chart will combine all cases for that day and the previous day. This is how we get a nasty-looking chart with scary daily figures. We aren’t really having 50,000-case days, but our keepers keep giving us graphs with 50,000-case bars.

Why are the authorities doing this? Could it be because they like those high, fictional, vote-swaying spikes?

Medical people lean way left, and they get tons of government money. They are rewarded financially for reporting coronavirus cases. Many coronavirus diagnoses are made subjectively, based on symptom presentations which can also be consistent with other illnesses. Should we trust our medical personnel to report honestly? I don’t.

Another interesting fact: Florida’s coronavirus death rate isn’t going up like the infection rate. Why? They’re telling us the new variant is worse than the original disease and kills younger people. Why is the death increase so small?

Florida is reporting insanely high infection numbers, but the death rate is lower than it was in April, before the wave hit. It’s comparable to the lowest rates we’ve had since spring of last year. It’s a little higher, but not much.

We haven’t come up with a flood of better treatments since April. The comparatively low death rate can’t be attributed to medical advances.

Could it be because vaccines are allowing infections but preventing deaths? It appears to be true that vaccines allow a lot of infections while preventing deaths, but if that explained the graphs, the death rate would still be a lot higher than it was in April. The number of vaccinated people hasn’t changed all that much since then.

Most people who are getting sick (we are told) are unvaccinated. I’m inclined to believe that, because the vaccines are generally believed to reduce infection rates. Our new wave of unvaccinated victims should be giving us a big increase in deaths. They are not. Why is that?

The natural explanation that seems to fit the death graph best is this: the infection numbers are grossly exaggerated.

I don’t know if it’s true, but it fits the facts which are available to me.

The only real conclusion you can draw from the confusion surrounding coronavirus is that “the science” isn’t up to this fight. Scientists and the politicians who obey them have no idea what’s happening. Their predictions fail over and over. Their protective measures, apart from vaccines, very clearly do not work, regardless of what studies seem to show. The only real study is reality, and it says masks and hiding don’t help.

Digression: when did the word “science” start requiring a definite article? I remember when we used to say “science,” period. Now we say, “the science.” Strange.

It’s fashionable to run around saying, “I trust the science,” but a) “the science” contradicts itself repeatedly, b) “the science” has failed to stop the pandemic, and c) “the science” used to tell us margarine would prevent heart attacks, train passengers would suffocate in tunnels, the dinosaurs became extinct because they were too big, fever patients and athletes shouldn’t be given water, and stomach ulcers were caused exclusively by stress, not bacteria.

Science has told us many stupid things, even recently. Remember global cooling? I do.

Science doesn’t like to talk about its howling errors, and the more recently they were made, the more it wants to cover them up. Fortunately, it has a helpful pal: “the journalism.”

My belief is that coronavirus makes no sense, and can’t be conquered by science, because it’s a plague with a supernatural origin, just like AIDS and syphilis. When things make no sense, there is often a supernatural cause.

Coronavirus has never made any sense. It made no sense when the Chinese government covered it up and spread it around the world. It made no sense when their domestic outbreak disappeared almost instantly. It made no sense when people who stayed home got the disease at much higher rates than people who walked around freely. It certainly made no sense when Andrew Cuomo sent infected people into nursing homes to kill thousands of vulnerable seniors.

We know coronavirus makes no sense, because scientists are on TV every day saying things like, “We think maybe,” and, “We don’t really know,” in connection with what should be very obvious questions.

Fauci has no idea what’s happening. Neither does Biden, although to be fair, you could say that about his efforts to work a smartphone or dress himself. The CDC is clueless. The only thing man has done so far that has helped has been to develop a few half-effective vaccines.

I think coronavirus is one of God’s efforts to humble mankind. It bobs and weaves like Floyd Mayweather, and our punches keep hitting the air. I expect this to continue.

In a rational world, there would have been global fasting and repentance. We would have abandoned sin. We would have flocked to churches. During the Black Death, people threw jewelry over monastery walls to please God, and the monks threw it back because they thought it would make them sick. The world isn’t acknowledging the fact that we brought this problem on ourselves by offending God over and over as a matter of policy.

The Bible shows that plagues don’t go away until people repent or God decides enough people have died. We are not going to repent, so I think we’ll just have to wait until God feels the punishment is sufficient. Maybe it will never stop. The common cold didn’t. Neither did the flu. Coronavirus seems likely to turn out to be the third major permanent plague.

People who are against God seem to be unified in one belief: conservatives and Christians are the reason the plague continues. It’s not the world’s newfound love of female sluttiness or male-on-male anal sex. It’s not the increasing popularity of paganism in once-Christian countries. It’s not the decline of Christianity. Humanity wants evil trends much more than it wants God, so it is convinced they’re indisposable. The problem has to be the Trump voters and bitter clingers.

We should not be surprised. Europeans blamed the Jews for the Black Death. Clearly, there was a connection between festering lymph glands and the consumption of gefilte fish.

Leftists and other anti-God factions want us gone from the planet. Many of them are eager to get the go-ahead so they can start killing us. Coronavirus is just more fuel for the fire of persecution.

The children of darkness have a murderous, irrational hatred for Christians and conservatives, and many Christians and conservatives have irrational phobias about vaccines. A number of us have even flipped out and committed crimes over mask requirements. Insanity rules on both sides. Evil spirits are successfully motivating untold millions of people, filling them with delusion because they don’t spend time with the Holy Spirit. He’s the only one who dispels all delusion, but only a tiny percentage of human beings commune with him every day.

It’s a recipe for widescale violence. The word says a spirit of murder will be released at the beginning of the tribulation, and we are already seeing it at work.

Murderous feelings are not just increasing among people with differing opinions about coronavirus; they are increasing, and leading to actual murders, among black people. I didn’t learn this until today. Most Americans are probably aware that there has been a gigantic increase in the murder rates in our cities since the pandemic started. What they may not know is that it’s a black phenomenon. Other groups haven’t been caught up in it yet. It’s very strange.

The press won’t tell us because their propaganda protocols forbid it; negative news about black people is to be suppressed.

Why would a murder epidemic hit black people and leave the rest of us nearly untouched? It makes no sense at all. It’s true that even before coronavirus, black people were committing over half of America’s homicides, but the rest of us were murdering nearly as many people. Our rates should have shot up, too, but they haven’t. Another strange thing: property crimes haven’t skyrocketed at the same time Why not? If a general atmosphere of lawlessness were the problem, wouldn’t burglars and rapists be affected?

It’s extremely odd. During Black Lives Matter’s biggest year, more blacks than ever were killed here. Only a very small percentage of people killed by blacks were not, themselves, black.

It’s almost as though God were mocking BLM. Maybe he is; BLM mocks him. Last year, about 8600 black people were murdered in the US, less than 200 were killed by police, only a tiny handful were killed wrongly by the police, and still, BLM ignores black murderers and their black victims and screams about defunding the only people who are paid to protect blacks from blacks.

Anyway, bad trends tend to hit black people first and then emerge into the general population. Consider illegitimacy, rap, and sagging. My feeling is that the murder problem is hitting blacks first because evil usually hits them first, and it will spread among other Americans later.

I don’t know why curses often hit black people first, but they clearly do. It doesn’t seem like it’s always behavior-related. During my time on the earth, I have developed the impression that bad things are more likely to happen to black people even when they are exemplary individuals. My suspicion is that it’s because they are fewer generations removed from witchcraft, and spirits that owned their ancestors don’t want to let go of them.

As non-blacks move farther from God and participate more and more in idolatry, we are probably moving toward a future in which most of us will have the same problems black people have.

I guess I’m rambling now. I don’t think human reason is going to save us from the pandemic. I suppose that’s my main point. I think we’re sliding into the tribulation, and things will get worse and worse because we refuse to admit guilt. I think we will eventually see old-style plagues that make us regret using the word “plague” to describe a minor problem like coronavirus. I believe it’s time to prepare so you have some chance of being raptured before things get really bad.

One More Door Closed

I was about to write, “I’m afraid I may start to appear obsessed with the rapture, but…”, and then I realized I don’t care if people think I’m obsessed with the rapture. If the rapture is really almost here, we should be obsessed with it. So here I go.

I have a Youtube channel. Actually, I have several, but Youtube denied me access to some by changing the login procedures. I guess the videos on those channels will be up, being ignored, when the Lord returns.

I don’t link to my main channel from my blog. I don’t have any desire to involve my blog readers with my videos.

Originally, my channel was about tools. Over time, it changed, and for quite a while, it has mostly been about God.

Yesterday I made a video about my recent boat dream. I was on a boat that started to sink, and I told someone to start the engines and get the boat moving so the water would run out. The dream was about prayer in tongues. When you don’t pray in tongues often enough, your life becomes like a sinking boat.

Last night, I tried to upload the video. Ordinarily, Youtube takes you through a few pages, and on the last page, you click a button labeled “Publish.” After that, the video finishes uploading, Youtube processes it, and it appears before your audience.

This time, the “Publish” button was greyed out. I was informed that Youtube would run a “check” on the video before it appeared. The ostensible purpose was to check for copyrighted material in order to prevent me from infringing.

Uploading finished some time last night. It’s 1:20 p.m., and the video is not published.

What’s happening? Will it ever appear? No idea.

Earlier today, when I realized the video was going to be a pain to publish, I felt God was telling me I didn’t have to do videos any more. I felt he was saying, “You said what I told you to say, and virtually no one listened. It’s only going to get worse. You are free to delete your channel so you won’t continue fighting a pointless battle.”

Yesterday, I had a similar feeling. I was praying with Rhodah. We were interceding for other people. We have a long list of people we have prayed for. I thought about all the people who hadn’t changed one bit since we started praying. I realized the problem wasn’t with God or ourselves. The people we had prayed for were refusing to change.

I came up with a list of people who had shown improvement, and we prayed for them. If you’re going to sow, you should sow in good soil. There is no point in continuing to pester God about people he has already tried to help.

I have been thinking about a lot of applicable scriptures.

A certain man had a fig tree planted in his vineyard; and he came and sought fruit thereon, and found none. Then said he unto the dresser of his vineyard, Behold, these three years I come seeking fruit on this fig tree, and find none: cut it down; why cumbereth it the ground? And he answering said unto him, Lord, let it alone this year also, till I shall dig about it, and dung it: And if it bear fruit, well: and if not, then after that thou shalt cut it down.

And into whatsoever city or town ye shall enter, enquire who in it is worthy; and there abide till ye go thence.And when ye come into an house, salute it. And if the house be worthy, let your peace come upon it: but if it be not worthy, let your peace return to you. And whosoever shall not receive you, nor hear your words, when ye depart out of that house or city, shake off the dust of your feet. Verily I say unto you, It shall be more tolerable for the land of Sodom and Gomorrah in the day of judgment, than for that city.

Give not that which is holy unto the dogs, neither cast ye your pearls before swine, lest they trample them under their feet, and turn again and rend you.

This all relates to the rapture. God is going to pull us out when our presence on earth ceases to produce adequate results. The phrase “turn again and rend you” is a description of persecution from an unreceptive world.

Jesus mentioned pearls because we are his pearls.

Again, the kingdom of heaven is like unto a merchant man, seeking goodly pearls: Who, when he had found one pearl of great price, went and sold all that he had, and bought it.

We have been taught that the pearls are the good things we say to other people about God, but that isn’t true. Jesus is the merchant in the parable, and Jesus had no need to buy the gospel. He bought the saved. The word says we were bought with a price. Jesus gave all he had on earth in exchange for us.

When Jesus went to towns where they rejected him, he didn’t stick around, begging and cajoling. He left quickly, sometimes speaking judgment against them.

Jesus isn’t going to leave his pearls here forever. There is a limit to what he will let us endure.

I don’t pray for my sister to be saved. I used to. Then God showed me she was the obstacle. I was willing, the many people who have prayed for her were willing, and God was willing. God didn’t deny our requests. My sister denied his.

In 2015, God told me he had cut my dad off. I stopped praying for his healing and salvation, knowing it was a waste of time. My dad became demented and sick, and it wasn’t until he had been nearly destroyed that he accepted salvation.

On the other hand, there are people who listen to me and put what I tell them to use. I don’t have to chase after them and beg them. Life is much better when I focus on such people. The others bring discouragement. They make me doubt God, even though they, not God, are the ones denying my prayers.

God gives up on people. That’s not a popular thing to say, but it should be repeated over and over. He gave up on Sodom and Gomorrah. He gave up on Pharaoh and the Egyptian army. He gave up on the entire world in Noah’s time. He gave up on the Hebrews under Moses, and Moses had to remind him of Abraham in order to dissuade him from killing them all. He will give up on you, too, if you become so stubborn you can’t be helped. It’s important to know when you’re fighting a battle God told you to give up.

I think God is about to give up on the world. He has given us every chance. He even sent a plague, and there has been virtually no effort on our part to repent and get relief. Even in the midst of a pandemic, the celebration of sin, including homosexuality and pride, is burgeoning like never before.

Revival is going nowhere. There are individuals who are being used successfully to save others, but the numbers are minimal. There is no big movement anywhere. God restored the Holy Spirit to us over 100 years ago, and the response has slowed to a trickle.

I used to think the rapture and tribulation couldn’t come until we saw armies surrounding Jerusalem. In the book of Luke, Jesus said this:

And when ye shall see Jerusalem compassed with armies, then know that the desolation thereof is nigh. Then let them which are in Judaea flee to the mountains; and let them which are in the midst of it depart out; and let not them that are in the countries enter thereinto. For these be the days of vengeance, that all things which are written may be fulfilled. But woe unto them that are with child, and to them that give suck, in those days! for there shall be great distress in the land, and wrath upon this people. And they shall fall by the edge of the sword, and shall be led away captive into all nations: and Jerusalem shall be trodden down of the Gentiles, until the times of the Gentiles be fulfilled.

He said that during a discussion of the end, but if you look at it closely, you can see it’s not about the apocalypse. It’s about the destruction of Jerusalem in 70 A.D. He said Jerusalem would be trodden down until the times of the Gentiles was fulfilled. That trampling, and that age, clearly started when the Romans sacked Jerusalem. Muslims are trampling the temple area right now.

When will the age of the Gentiles be fulfilled? When we become as hard-headed as the religious Jews of Jesus’ time. We’re already there.

Should I be so pessimistic about other people when I took so long to come around? After all, the Hebrews danced naked before a golden calf, and Moses still asked God to save them, and Abraham prayed for the Sodomites. I think it’s different today. Christians have been interceding for the lost practically forever, and they haven’t changed.

It seems like the world is stuck in the mud. Travel and commerce are restricted. The plague and the hysterical responses to it are getting worse, so relief may not be coming. All over the world, people are staying home and doing nothing. Maybe this is the end of progress. Maybe we’re just waiting for a big event.

It will be interesting to see how the year finishes.

Recurring Dream Explained

This morning I had a dream which seems to have been very helpful.

I was on my dad’s boat, fishing with a woman. I believe she was my first cousin. I was reeling in a sailfish. I couldn’t tell what it was until it got close to the boat. It was very thin, and it was black. I had the feeling that, somehow, it wasn’t a very good fish. It was as though the fish didn’t have much character, like a junkie who only goes to detox when there is absolutely no choice.

While I was reeling it in, I noticed the boat was sinking by the stern. I told the woman to go up on the flybridge, start the engines, and get the boat moving so the water would go out the scuppers.

I had had so many dreams like this, I wasn’t afraid of sinking. Telling her to start the mains seemed routine.

I looked off to the side of the boat, and I saw the head of an enormous shark. It looked like a great white. The whole shark would have been something like 50 feet long. It was waiting for the boat to sink.

The boat started to move, and the stern rose. Everything was fine.

I’ve had many dreams in which my dad’s boat started to sink. The answer was always to fire up the engines and start moving. I never thought about the deep meaning of getting underway in order to keep from sinking.

I’ll give my interpretation of the dream.

The boat is my life. The woman is people I’ve helped to get close to God. My cousin is a person who has suffered a lot of rejection. She’s exactly the kind of person God chooses.

Fishing is evangelism. Fish are people you reach for God. The black, skinny fish was a bad harvest. It represented people who pretty much have to be dragged to the altar, whining the whole way. The dregs.

Starting the engines and getting underway is praying in tongues. Sinking is falling under the power of the unsaved world and the people and spirits who make it up. The shark is Satan, waiting for me to sink so he can have me. He can’t sink the boat, but he can have me if I let it sink.

The lesson is that if I don’t keep praying in tongues, I am going to be overwhelmed by the cursed world and sink in it. If I keep praying in tongues, I will stay afloat. I think the sailfish shows that the harvest is getting very thin, but I’m not sure.

In the Bible, the Sea of Galilee symbolized Satan’s stolen world. When Peter sank, it showed what happens to us when we don’t focus on Jesus. He was not able to stay above the water using his own faith. He made it a few steps, and then Jesus had to lift him. Only God can lift us out of the world’s clutches, and he only does it when we focus on him instead of the waves.

Noah and his family floated while everyone else sank. Moses was saved because he floated on water until he was pulled out. The Hebrews walked toward their promised land on dry sand between walls of water. Jesus didn’t just walk on water; he walked on the storm above the water.

Noah’s contemporaries sank. The Egyptian army sank. Jonah sank. He was in rebellion against God. He hid his face from him.

When you pray in tongues, the water of God fills you, and it drives out the water of the world. Water is voices and words. When you focus on the world, as Lot’s wife did, the water of the world pours into you, and you start to sink.

This is why God tells people to get rid of secular entertainment and stop using social media. These things fill you up and make you sink down to where the sharks can get you.

My first rapture dream involved floating. I was sitting on the floor, and I started rising as though water were rising under me. I can understand why God used that imagery.

I feel I should be praying in tongues whenever I can. I should develop the habit of praying in tongues all the time, except when I have to focus on something else.

The rapture and the start of the tribulation are the same thing. One person’s flood is another person’s salvation.

God has said he won’t destroy the world with water again, so the rapture won’t be a flood of physical water, but the supernatural water of filthy voices and words is now a flood, and it gets higher every day. Eventually, it will lift God’s children off the earth, and Satan’s children will stay here under the water. That’s fair, since it comes from their mouths.

The Revelation says Satan sent a flood from his mouth to carry away the woman who gave birth to the Messiah. We see that flood today all around us, from leftists and the disgusting people who contribute to the rot of our culture. Jesus said the things a man says defile him, and the same goes for Satan.

If you can defile yourself by speaking, you can sanctify yourself by speaking. That’s how the symmetry works.

I plan to try to keep speaking in tongues during the day. I am sure it will pay off, because it always has.