Sitrep

I met a foreign lady online two days ago, things went incredibly well, I we spent hours talking to each other, and I became convinced she cared about me. Now it must be time for me to say I was living in a fool’s paradise and that I just found out she was only after my money.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Just kidding. Things are going great.

Today I heard from her early on, and after we talked a bit, I told her I needed to stop because I was talking to her when I was supposed to be praying. She understood completely and told me to go ahead.

I call that a test passed.

I got into my morning prayers, and eventually it occurred to me that I had someone available to agree with me. I said, “Let’s see you act like a wife.” I started sending things for her to agree with, as they came up.

She added a couple of things, too.

For the first time in ages, I had someone else on my team during prayers. This is the primary reason I started looking at women online. Every Christian slips. Every Christian misses things. You need someone who will stop the arrows you fail to deflect.

Ecclesiastes:

Two are better than one; because they have a good reward for their labour.

For if they fall, the one will lift up his fellow: but woe to him that is alone when he falleth; for he hath not another to help him up.

Again, if two lie together, then they have heat: but how can one be warm alone?

And if one prevail against him, two shall withstand him; and a threefold cord is not quickly broken.

We prayed for ourselves. We prayed for our friends. We prayed for the body of Christ. It was beautiful. I felt like I was bathing in a vat of love.

Ungodly couples get together and do what married people do. So are we, but instead of fornicating, we’re doing what godly married people do: teaming up in our service to God.

This is a lady God used to make a woman in a wheelchair get up and walk. She has cast out demons. She has been visited by Jesus. If we pray together, I won’t have to drag her like dead weight. She’ll get things done.

I was mentoring my young friend Travis until he got shot and died last year. He was the person I prayed with. He was the only person I could talk to about the deep things of God. I have prayed for God to send someone else. I prayed for God to send more than one person, because he repays manifold when there is a theft. I told him if he didn’t want to send me a wife, even a friend would be fine.

He came through.

Praying with a woman who is aligned with God and you is better than sex. The harmony of heaven becomes evident while you do it, and it surrounds you. It reminds you there is a better place where people are always united.

I feel like I’m hearing the voices of other people in my head. “You’re seeing what you want to see.” “You’re not doing anything to protect yourself.” “She doesn’t really want you.” “You’re just like all the other guys who try to buy wives.”

I have heard other people’s voices before, though. “Prayer in tongues is gibberish.” “Miracles don’t happen unless they come from the devil.” “Life isn’t supposed to be easy for Christians.” “You’ll die broke if you criticize TV preachers.”

The devil’s kids, many of whom are Christians, live in their own reality, which is bleak, and I live in mine, which is full of blessings. The word says the promises of God are “yes” and “amen.” Why should I listen to people who live in a different universe?

“I can’t get healed, so God doesn’t heal people any more.” “I can’t speak in tongues, so speaking in tongues isn’t for everyone.” “No one in my denomination prophesies, so prophecy is dead.” Christianity is full of dogs in mangers.

Imagine a conception taking place. One sperm cell always makes it, and the rest die. What would they say if they could talk to the one that wins? “Forget it, man. I tried, and it’s impossible. You think you’re going to make it? Who are you to talk that way? What an ego!”

It sounds like what they said to Jesus when he told people who he was.

People who think relationships like this one are impossible are generally people to whom many of God’s blessings seem impossible. Why would I listen to them?

As for pace, I thought about some people yesterday. Isaac and Rebecca. Esther and Ahasuerus. Ruth and Boaz. David and Abigail. They didn’t have lengthy courtships, because they were put in couples by God.

A website which may or may not be right says the average American couple dates (i.e. fornicates) for 3.3 years before getting married. About 40% of American marriages end in divorce. Looks like long test drives don’t really work.

Multi-year premarital relationships are also very bad for women. If you have a few typical boyfriends before you marry, you will be in your thirties when you tie the knot. Your fertility will be greatly reduced. Look it up. It’s worse if you put things off for your career. Many women start relationships when they’re up around 30, and these relationships often last 10 or more years before the men leave. I know a lady it happened to. She thought a friend of mine was going to marry her. She got her walking papers at the age of 38. One day, I said, “Where’s Helen?” He said, “I MADE her leave.”

Helen does not read my blog, so it’s okay if I say she was not an attractive lady, and her personality was not particularly appealing. My friend, on the other hand, was a radiologist who was considerably younger than she was. When it came to dating, he was like a big juicy pork chop in a dog pound. Losing Helen was a boost to his prospects, but it probably put an end to hers. It was an asymmetrical situation, and Helen probably didn’t think about that.

Maybe I should just give in and let things blossom. Many long, happy marriages start well. A flying start shouldn’t be considered a sign of trouble.

I have just about all of my friends praying God will guide us. I don’t ask for prayer that God will guide us. Just that he will guide us to the right people.

Hope the good news continues to flow.

Genesis 3:17

We all know how it goes when you meet someone you think may be your soulmate. On the first day, everything falls into place perfectly. You find out you have a ton in common. You agree about everything.

The second time you’re together, things still go really well, but you start to notice little areas you will need to work around.

The third time, more areas of disagreement open up, but you still think things can work. So you have sex. If you’re a woman, you have to have sex by the third encounter because men insist on test drives, and if you’re a man, if you don’t to it, she’ll tell everyone you’re gay.

Then you have sex for three more years, making sure the woman is on the pill and having abortions if needed. Then you get married because no one better has shown up.

It’s universal, right?

Not really.

I spent a huge portion of today communicating with the Zambian lady who pounced on me on a matchmaking site. Okay, maybe that’s not quite what she did, but she did fire the first shot. We can’t seem to find anything to disagree about. I think we may already have turned into one of those insufferable couples who spend way too much time together and always side with each other against their friends.

She blasted me out of bed with a video call at 9 a.m. I had awakened a lot earlier, but I fell asleep during my prayers. I had a dream. In the dream, I was in a hotel room with two cousins. One had a couple of puppies. I was playing with one. It was a chubby, friendly dog with spots like a fawn. I asked my cousin what kind of dog it was. He said, “It’s a summole. I said, “Summole?” He said, “Summole mutt.”

I thought that was a pretty good joke for a dream character to make up.

I insisted on showering and taming my hair, and then our day of relentless courtship began.

The first session took place with me in the gun room, in an office chair. Compared to yesterday, I got smart. I mounted my phone on a tripod so I wouldn’t have to hold it.

There was a break and then a second session. I grabbed a battery pack I bought for a night vision scope, and I hooked it up to my phone and Bluetooth earpiece. This assured the phone and earpiece had enough juice for the third session. Which came after a chat session.

I know there has to be something we disagree about. We just can’t find it.

I know what you’re thinking. “Someone in Africa who has pictures of a beautiful young woman went after an old goat in America, got him on the phone, and told him whatever he wanted to hear.”

Sorry to burst your bubble. She talked almost continuously for the first two hours or so. She gave me her testimony. I just listened. And you can’t fake video chat. The lady in the pictures is the lady on video.

She has had a whole bunch of supernatural experiences. She went to a prayer mountain on a 5-day fast (not even water), and she heard God’s voice. She has had visions. Jesus appeared to her in a dream, put a little TV screen in her hand, and showed her how he had looked after her all her life. She healed a paralyzed woman in a wheelchair, and the woman got up and walked. Later, the woman lost her healing and had to wait 10 years to get part of it back.

She likes T.B. Joshua. His church gives people water that has been prayed over (they refuse to sell it), and she dreamed she was spraying it on a giant snake that was on top of a building where a group of people were worshiping God. She said the water turned to fire, and the snake shrank down to a few centimeters. Then she squashed it.

She is militant about supernatural warfare, just like I am. She hates demons, just like I do. Like me, she seeks God’s help to be like powerful Christians of the past, who worked miracles and did all sorts of things to glorify God.

She loves correction and repentance. She hates yoga and astrology. I don’t have to explain anything. So many American women are ignorant about Christianity, even if they’ve been baptized with the Spirit.

It’s like God has a factory where he creates custom-made women for people, and he made this one for me.

We talked and talked about revelations we had received. We talked about preachers we did and did not respect.

While we were texting, I asked if she would mind praying together before our next chat. I said God would let it slide if we didn’t do it a few times, but sooner or later he would lose patience. She said she had been about to ask me the same thing.

The poor woman hung up at two a.m., her time. I had warned her. I said she needed to keep the time in mind, because I was happy to talk to her until morning.

I never got the American “BUT.” You know how that works, if you’re a man.

“I like steak.” “Yes, dear, BUT GMO-free tofu is better for us.”

“I want a Rottweiler.” “I know. BUT a rescue cat with an infected ear is more ethical.”

“I bought lizard boots with silver tips.” “I’m glad you like them, honey, BUT not in public.”

“Christianity is wonderful. It’s my life.” “It is wonderful. BUT Paul had some problems with women, and, of course, we need to correct for toxic masculinity.”

I just want a slave who has sex with me! That’s my problem!

No; I just don’t want to prefer having my liver torn by vultures to having a short conversation with my wife.

One of the great things about marriage, for men, is that we don’t HAVE to do it. You can disagree with me. You can call me an idiot. You can say I’m not a real man like Alan Alda or Chaz Bono. I, on the other hand, can deprive you of my company and my seed forever.

You can sue the daylights out of a man you’ve already married and destroyed. When a wise bachelor sees you and your shoulder-chip coming two blocks off and runs the other way, there isn’t one accursed thing you and your unfertilized eggs can do about it.

Get your BUTs out of my face.

Several years ago, I left Miami. It’s a trashy city full of crass, cruel, materialistic, ignorant people who treat each other badly and don’t know God from Julio Iglesias. I thought I would forget how much I disliked Miami, but the more time I spent in a healthy culture, the more I hated Miami. It looks like it works the same way with women. The more time I spend talking to a woman with a good heart and a heavy dose of the Holy Spirit, the more horrified I am at the pool of women I used to draw from. It makes me want to run up to random men, grab them by the arms, and say, “THIS ISN’T IT. THERE IS A BETTER WAY.”

Fashionable American “men” aren’t prizes, either, though, so it would be a waste of time. They like having someone else to split their Clinique and La Perla budgets with.

No woman is perfect, but there are A women and F women, and there is a spectrum of women in between. If you can get an A, why would you torture yourself with C through F?

The fact that this lady is very beautiful is just icing–very thick icing–on the cake. For men, there are two big problems. The first is women you could never marry in spite of their wonderful personalities, and the second is beautiful women you only think have wonderful personalities because they look good. You always hope to find someone who has a great personality and looks good enough to enjoy touching. A mature man doesn’t ask for physical perfection. You don’t need a 10 to have fun. I was once very happy with a 5. I would be happy with a 7 or even a 6 who cleans up good, as long as the personality was there. It was totally unnecessary for God to connect me with someone whose picture startles me every time I see it.

I feel like I’ve already married this woman. I found her one day ago, and I feel like we’re a couple.

So I’m going to have her Fedexed over here next week, and we’ll get married the day she arrives. Before she’s even out of the box. Then I’ll give her a power of attorney, put all my property in her name, and let her take me skydiving.

No. Why assume a good start means a man is a moron?

I am going to take my time. Anyone can be fooled. I don’t think I’ve been fooled this time, but then that’s what you say when you’ve been fooled. I hope I haven’t fooled her. I hope I’m a good move for her. We’ll pace ourselves. Maybe it’s more accurate to say I’ll pace ourselves.

What I told her was that she should not mistake prudence for lukewarmness.

Am I in love after one day? I am restraining myself and refusing to go there at this time.

I have never seen the blessed life God promises. I have never lived in heaven. I don’t know what a truly good marriage looks like. I don’t know how good life can be. I have known a lot of women who seemed great, but what did I have to compare them to? I knew women who were smart. Women who were kind. Women who were funny. Women who were responsible. I can’t say I’ve known many women who were strongly in line with the Holy Spirit. I’ve known many women who thought they were and were not even close, though.

I don’t know what courting an A is like or how good an A can be. I have to be educated, just as God educated me about living among decent human beings. Can this woman be as good as she seems, or am I letting hope delude me? I can’t answer that in one day.

How good is God willing to be to me? That’s the fundamental question. People always tell me how hard life is, but mine is not. It used to be. The closer I get to God, the easier it is. I have to be careful how much advice I take from people who live in a different reality.

I used to joke about foreign wives. I won’t do that any more. If you’re a man and you’re tired of being clawed at for no reason, you’re dejected because of physical rejection, and you feel you can’t do anything right, maybe you’re not the problem. This country’s women are not in good spiritual health.

That’s all I got. If I buy a ticket to or from Africa, I’ll probably blog it.

Adios, Angry Feminists

It seems like I’m always starting blog posts by saying what a weird day I’m having.

What a weird day I’m having.

Online matchmaking sites are addictive. When someone appealing pops up, it’s rewarding, and when someone who is…the other kind of person…appears, it appeals to morbid curiosity. I can’t resist looking at the sites when I wake up. I did so this morning.

I had a message saying someone had viewed my profile. I went to look at her, expecting to see the aftermath of a tornado in a manure-processing plant. Instead, I saw one of the most beautiful faces I had ever seen. For a long time, I stared at her. Then I went to another page. Then I went back and stared.

Great. One more babe who would pass me by.

I looked at her info anyway. Lawyer. God-fearing. Wants to fulfill her purpose for Jesus. A man who prays in tongues would be a plus.

Arrghh. She was exactly what I wanted.

Looking for men younger than I am.

Double arrghh. Of course. Why wouldn’t she be?

Okay. I was used to this. I did not make any effort to contact her. I don’t want to be a creepy old hair-sniffer like certain people who work in the Oval Office. I won’t name a name.

Then a notification popped up. She had sent me a “flirt.”

That had to be wrong.

Of course, I responded. I have faith in God, and highly improbable things happen in his kingdom. I won’t rule anything out. No matter how low my expectations are.

I couldn’t think of anything clever to say, so I just told her she was very beautiful and that I liked what she had said about God. She said my profile was awesome. “Awesome.” There was more detail than that, but I prefer to focus on “awesome.”

A couple of hours later, we were video-chatting on WhatsApp.

I never use WhatsApp unless my realtor contacts me. I would never, ever use it to talk to someone I met on a matchmaking site, because it’s where all the scammers take people. I would never do that.

Well. Maybe this once.

I hate video chatting, which is why I have never done it before. But she initiated the call, and video was enabled.

What can I say about the call? It was like talking to myself, except I’m not a gorgeous woman. Prayer in tongues is a big deal to her. She understands that it builds faith and brings revelation. She sees the many veiled references to it in the Old Testament. She has no interest in the money gospel, unlike many Africans.

She believes in having a husband, not a wife. Unlike most American women. She didn’t take offense at everything I said. She didn’t condescend. She didn’t try to correct me. This is a bizarre experience for an American man. I told her the mention of the word “submissive” makes most American women angry. I said men who wanted Biblical marriages were commonly accused of wanting slaves or appliances that had sex. She said African women didn’t see themselves that way.

She’s smart. She said law school was easy. It looks like she comes from a smart family. Her cousin is an astrophysicist.

I told her I was amazed by her looks, and she did something no American black woman would ever do. She sent me a photo of herself without a wig. If you don’t know American black women, you don’t understand the wig. I’m pretty sure they wear them into surgery.

A stunning woman without a wig still looks stunning, so I’m not sure what the photo was for.

After a long talk, I gave her my email address, and she sent an email immediately. She told me her full name. I sent an email with my first name. Then I realized I had forgotten to give her my last name, and I sent another email. I said I didn’t want to blow up her inbox. People can be clingy when you first meet them. She said I could send her a million emails a day, 24/7.

I guess things went well, then!

After that, we went our separate ways and agreed to talk tomorrow.

Yeah, right. We’re still texting on WhatsApp. She asked about children! We already have little insider jokes no one else will get.

I am not drawing conclusions or looking at wedding rings online. I am not insane. But I’m not assuming the worst, either. This lady is marvelous. Even if nothing happens, I will still want to know her. People like her are rare. I told her it was as though I had been digging through horse manure and a ruby had fallen out.

Of course, this will absolutely ruin me for anyone who comes later.

I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to top this post. This is the weird day to end all days.

If this is what it looks like, it has to be the hand of God. I refuse to chase women no matter how old I get, because I believe only God makes matches that work. Maybe this is what it looks like. If not, back to the usual, which is not bad at all.

I Hate Retaking the Same Culinary Real Estate

I can’t figure out what happened to my fried chicken skills. The more I try to improve my chicken, the worse it gets.

Years ago, I wrote a recipe for spicy fried chicken. I wanted something better than Popeye’s. I saved a blog post in which I raved about the results. I said I had succeeded.

Was I wrong? I don’t see how that could happen. How can you be wrong about whether fried chicken is good? I have overestimated the quality of my food from time to time, but not when it comes to things this obvious.

Yesterday I gave chicken another shot. I cut way back on the seasoning I put in the flour, I marinated it in orange juice and hot sauce, and I fried it in peanut oil with a little olive oil added because I had overestimated my peanut oil stash.

I fried the chicken at the correct temperature. I drained it the way Bon Appetit says to, on a wire rack instead of paper towels. The breading came out oil-soaked and heavy.

Now I have about three-fourths of a chicken in the fridge, and I don’t really want to eat it.

I’m looking at my old recipe. I see some things I’m not doing now. First of all, my last batch of chicken was made using eggs to hold the flour on. Paula Deen recommends this. My old recipe and Gordon Ramsay say to use buttermilk and no eggs.

I guess Gordon Ramsay knows a couple of things. You can’t get Michelin stars purely through self-promotion, unless maybe he found a way to bribe Michelin’s anonymous judges. Maybe I should believe him.

I’ve seen Ramsay serve steak sliced, which is idiotic. That concerns me. Foodies are all convinced that steak should be served lukewarm and cut up just like mommy used to do. Ramsay may be a great chef, but he is also a foodie.

I don’t know whether Paula Deen can cook or not. She posted a chicken-frying video, and I watched it. She guessed about a lot of things. Guessed! After cooking professionally for what? Fifty years? And she sells fried chicken in her restaurant. How can she not know everything by now? If I went into her restaurant and trained as a cook for one hour, I would leave knowing the entire process. It’s not like studying for the MCAT’s.

I also made some bad mashed potatoes. I think my mistake was using a ricer. I used to make phenomenal mashed potatoes, and I used a masher and a mixer. People say not to use a mixer, because it makes potatoes gummy. That’s true, if you overdo it. You don’t have to overdo it, though.

Progress is not always progress.

I think I’m going to start buying the smallest amounts of chicken I can find, so I can experiment without wasting money and destroying the kitchen. It’s silly to cut up an entire bird when you’re not sure what will happen. I need to go back and try my old recipe.

My original recipe calls for frying the chicken in beef fat, the way KFC used to. When is America going to get over its ridiculous phobia of fat? Beef fat makes incredible chicken, not to mention French fries. McDonald’s used to dump 50-pound blocks of fat in its fryers. Then the food Nazis put an end to it.

At least they haven’t put an end to meat. They will, though. Count on it. Dairy products will also be canceled. Then cattle will go extinct.

Grocery stores will sell me fat if I ask for it. I don’t know if I want to go through the hassle of buying and rendering it, though. I don’t want to go back to being a hard core cooking hobbyist. I just want to be able to make a few things well.

I am still fooling around with online dating. My perception of the whole business keeps changing.

I already knew there were big differences between black women in Africa and America, and talking to them online has shown me how big the divide is. For one thing, African women are much more likely to admire Republican presidents. Here in the US, the Democrats poisoned blacks with the War on Poverty. It led to the destruction of the black family. It addicted generations to handouts and caused the majority of black Americans to develop a victim mentality based in racism and Marxism. Paradoxically, most American blacks came to view the party that was destroying them as its messiah. It seems things are different in Africa.

One lady I talked to called President Trump “his Excellency,” which I thought was funny. Another one says she liked the bit in my profile where I said the Democratic Party worked for Satan.

My profile makes it very clear I want nothing to do with non-Christians and leftists, and nearly all the women I hear from are from Africa. I have only heard from one American lady who had any interest in prayer in tongues or any knowledge of prophecy. I thought I was hearing from Africans because the sites I was using were full of scammers and poor people desperate to contact Americans, but that is not the case. There are many, many American women on the sites. They view my profile and hit the road. One of the sites tells me when anyone looks me over, so I know what’s happening.

Yesterday I heard from two young ladies who are all about prayer in tongues. One is in Kenya, and one is in Ghana. They are smart, serious women. Most women on dating sites have nearly nothing to say. “I like the beach.” “Animal lover.” “I love life and laughter.” Intelligent girls stand out. The contrast is stark.

Women tend to be ordinary (tautology), and ordinary women believe they need to convince men they agree with them about everything. They hide their own thoughts and feelings until the ring goes on. They don’t like to express their views. They try to find out what you think, and then they parrot it back. The goal isn’t to find someone who is compatible. It’s to put a figurine on a wedding cake and get money and kids.

When a woman says what she thinks or feels, it’s somewhat shocking, because it’s unusual. Generally, you can tell when she’s sincere, because she can back up what she says. A phony can’t do that. Anyone can say, “I’m conservative,” for example, but ask them why, and leftists can’t explain. When one woman proves she’s not playing, it makes you wonder why the rest don’t try it.

It’s not hard to tell when a woman just wants to immigrate. Everything you say is wonderful. You are the most handsome man on earth. All she wants is to sit at your feet and admire you.

I can’t be sure, but it seems like African women are more interested in playing a support role. The very idea is offensive to most American women. In America, you’re not “living your best life” unless both spouses have busy careers and the kids are raised by day-care workers or illegal alien nannies.

One thing that seems to unite black women in Africa and America is their lack of faith in their default dating pool. There is a big cultural difference between the sexes. You can see it reflected in the rates of educational accomplishments. In America, black women get about twice as many college degrees as black men, and I suppose the situation is similar in Africa. Many profiles I look at specifically exclude black men and state that the women are looking for white husbands.

White husbands are generally a mess, but it appears that we could be worse.

I’ve known a fair number of black women. Seems like stories of rape by family members and other black men are very common. The only white woman I know who claims to have been raped is a member of my own family, who makes things up as the mood strikes. I know of three men she has accused falsely. Activists claim well over half of black women have been sexually abused. They also say black women are three times more likely to be murdered, and over 90% of them know their killers. Black women are at a higher risk of being murdered than anyone else in America, and black men are doing nearly all of the killing.

I can see why I’m getting as much attention as I am.

One of the young ladies I talked to yesterday is in a bad situation. Her mother has meningioma, and the young lady has to take care of her alone. This includes things like changing diapers. The young lady is very small and fine-boned. I don’t know how she does it.

She lives in a rural area. I can tell she’s poor. She’s smart, but her English needs work.

I feel bad for her. I don’t think the differences between us would permit anything beyond friendship, but I wish I could put her in a guest house in my yard. She is on a website where useless men are trying to prey on her, her marital opportunities don’t look good at all, and yet she had the courage to contact me and risk rejection.

She hates the money gospel even though she needs money. She knows submission to God is what counts. She says other Christians are brainwashed.

I will have to disappoint her. I don’t look forward to it. Maybe we can stay in touch, and I can be of some help to her.

The other one is also smart, and she knows it. She says she is different from the others and that I will know it when I talk to her. She says she was excited when I said I could tell she was not like most women. I was excited, too. When you do online dating, it’s like you’re sifting through a mountain of rabbit poops, and every so often, you find a pearl.

I wish I could buy a big farm and put all the unappreciated women on it. Isn’t that what Jesus does, though? He lives in a world full of grass, trees, and rivers, and in that world, he has built homes for all of us; for the world’s rejects.

I suppose being an American and talking to women from backward countries is a lot like being God and talking to people on earth. And we will marry up, not down. It makes sense for women from places like Africa to marry men from the US.

The Bible is full of stories of women who married up. Sarah. Rebecca. Rachel. Solomon’s wives. Ruth. Esther. Who married down? Abigail. Her second husband had to kill her first husband, whose name meant “fool” in Hebrew.

Many people think men should marry up. That’s insane. It’s matriarchal. It’s for women who want to be their husbands’ mommies. It’s like going to war and putting a green buck private in charge of a division. Where do people get stupid ideas like that? My mother married down. It ended badly.

The bride of Christ should be a pattern for all other brides. We’re going to Jesus. He’s not coming to us. Forget this place. Like the online profiles say, I am willing to relocate.

These are my views on online dating today. I don’t know how they’ll change by the end of the week.

I Now Pronounce you Man and Mugu

Last night I watched not one but two TV segments about West African dating scammers.

The first segment was created by ABC News in Australia. They sent a reporter to Malaysia and Africa to look into dating fraud. It was pretty disgusting. The second segment was from 60 Minutes in Australia. It was no better.

The ABC reporter went into an Internet cafe, and there were no women there. The place was full of young men pretending to be interested in romance, and many of their victims were also male. What’s worse? Finding out you sent $2000 to a criminal after having cybersex and appearing naked on your webcam, and knowing the video will probably be passed around for laughs for the next 10 years, or knowing the criminal watching you get down with your own bad self is a man?

Ewwwwww.

The criminals agreed to talk to the reporter. This was one of the amazing aspects of the story. They were sociopaths. They felt no guilt over the way they tortured and robbed people.

One of them had a copy of Napoleon Hill’s book in his tiny apartment. He had written notes about his plans for the money he stole. He thinks he’s going to be a world-famous rapper. Sure. That will go well. Glad the retirement money of numerous aging dupes won’t be wasted on a fatuous pipe dream.

He and his buddy said what they did was right because white people had mistreated their ancestors. Does that sound at all familiar? The reparations scam isn’t limited to American leftists. All of Satan’s children, everywhere, want reparations. They’re cursed because they’re evil, and they blame people who are blessed because they fear God.

There is no such thing as white privilege. There is only Judeo-Christian privilege.

The CBS reporter interviewed an incredible woman. She was 53, but she appeared to be around 65. She had given something like 110,000 Australian dollars to a person she thought was a tall, strapping American businessman with a collection of impressive photos.

You feel sorry for her, right? I don’t. Her family was exasperated with her. They knew who would end up supporting her. They told her she was being robbed, and she didn’t listen because she thought a big, handsome man with everything in the world going for him was interested in sexual conversations with a very unattractive old lady carrying maybe 60 extra pounds. She was impervious to reason. She knew she was wrong, but she didn’t care enough about herself or her family to admit it.

A woman who somehow makes money exposing online fraud got together with her, and along with ABC and law enforcement, she proved her Fabio was really a fat African punk who spent her money on champagne and expensive ghetto basketball shoes.

Guess what she did after the sting? She found herself another unlikely profile and got back to work. Unbelievably, she had to be slapped with reality a second time. She is probably still trolling for scammers, unless her family has refused to pay her ISP fees.

One of the news videos showed a whole room full of “victims.” I’m not sure the word “victim” applies. I don’t mean to be cruel, but one look at this bunch, and I knew they were never going to appeal to anyone who was even a little bit attractive. They had to know they were being taken. Sometimes you have to admit the truth and accept what you are. They weren’t having it. Not until they lost their money.

They interviewed a man who was old, bald, on oxygen, and missing two lower incisors. He gave scammers $400,000. He also agreed to go through customs carrying “special chemicals for cleaning money.” He was really carrying cocaine. The authorities took issue. He ended up having to hire a defense lawyer.

A Mexican lady also got caught carrying drugs, and she was sentenced to death in Malaysia.

How does someone gullible enough to fall for West African scammers get $400,000 in the first place?

I have dealt with scammers for years. I used to torment them as punishment, as many readers know. It never occurred to me to send one money. They’re always extremely obvious, if not in the first communication, shortly thereafter. Their English is bad and instantly recognizable as African. They generally say the same stupid things. You don’t have to be a genius to see what they are. Who are these people who believe them and send them not just a little money, but everything they have?

Here’s something really awful: the scammers keep “sucker lists.” Suckers are called “mugus.” If you’re so lacking in common sense you swallow their lies, they put you on their lists and sell your contact information to other scammers.

Now here is the weird part. I signed up for a dating site, a much-younger African lady descended on me, and she turned out to be exactly what she said she was. She looked nice. She was an extremely serious charismatic Christian. She said, “You are the man of my dreams,” not because she pretended to find me sexy but because of my religious beliefs.

I vetted her by looking up her social accounts without telling her. I found years-old Twitter posts and Youtube videos. She was the real thing. An attractive young woman from Africa really did reach out to an older man.

It went nowhere because she was caught up in the prosperity gospel and also wanted to be the husband, teaching me doctrine as though I were 12 years old. Still, she was a very near miss, right off the bat. How often does that happen?

Sometimes Satan sends us highly customized missiles. I can’t tell you how impressed I was with this one. She looked like a gift from God; the makings of a testimony so good no one would believe it. Unfortunately for Satan, the bomb payload was too obvious and too great. When you know what you want, things like lust and loneliness won’t drive you to swallow bait. Neither will a desire to believe God has worked a powerful miracle for you. I didn’t get a miracle. I got a Trojan horse.

Sometimes a little voice says, “You will never get another chance.” That’s irrelevant. I don’t care. The wrong mate is the wrong mate.

I have compromised before. I couldn’t make myself do it again if I wanted to. It’s not in me any more.

I was not a fool, the woman was legitimate, and I got one of the best offers anyone has ever gotten in the history of online dating interactions with Africans. I am not like the people in the news video, who have to sit in classrooms and take classes in order to avoid further predation. Nonetheless, I also got a negative outcome and had my time wasted.

It wasn’t much time. Three days. But it was irritating to have the bait waved at me. I would rather all of the online women had turned out to be patently unsuitable.

Today I’m going down message lists, telling women nothing is going to happen. Some are very pretty, and they may actually be women. They won’t work out. They have nothing to say. Imagine a marriage in which your wife never says anything except, “Okay, dear,” and, “That is very interesting.”

There is another big problem on interracial sites: functional illiteracy. I don’t just mean in Africa. Profiles of American black women, and their messages, are full of terrible spelling and grammar errors. Many do not write as well as first-graders. You may be a good Christian woman. You may be pretty. It doesn’t matter. If you write things like, “I wants my man love me,” in your online communications, what future can you have with a normal adult?

It’s terrible to see. It’s not rare. It’s very, very common.

How can a woman reach the age of 30, in the United States of America, with free schooling, and not be literate? There is no excuse. You can blame your parents for a lot of things when you’re young, but when you’re an adult, you have to address your own issues.

I would say you have to throw out a lot of dirt when you’re digging for a diamond, but I don’t think that’s true for people who are close to God. I believe he pairs people up, the way he always has. Either something will happen, or it’s not his will.

I don’t think law enforcement will ever make much of a dent in the scamming. The people being scammed are too determined. I believe most of them know what’s happening. If you lover tells you his webcam is broken for three straight months, after you’ve sent him several thousand dollars, you know he’s a crook. Some people were born to die in debt, and all the cops in the world can’t save them from themselves.

Dr. Seuss and my Continued Adventures in Online Dating

Someone pray for God to help me not to read the news. Satan’s kids have declared Dr. Seuss a dangerous racist, and he has been removed from a recommended reading list by Satan’s older brother, Hair-Sniffin’ Joe.

I STILL have two Dr. Seuss books, and I used to have a pair of One Fish Two Fish boxer shorts. What has become of the world?

I’m not saying Dr. Seuss was perfect. He taught generations of kids the Grinch, a quasi-hominid notable for its resemblance to Elizabeth Warren, was Jesus Christ. Actually, that’s big plus from the left’s point of view. They hate Jesus Christ even more than they hate Donald Trump. But his books did not promote racism or any other ism. Satan has done a marvelous job, turning mainstream Americans into bona fide lunatics, and you have to wonder who they will go after next.

If you want to go after someone, go after anyone who participated in a Grinch remake. Those people are cultural vandals.

It’s fitting that I use the word “vandals.” Weren’t the Vandals part of the horde that dismantled Rome and sent the world into the Dark Ages?

I don’t know. I didn’t major in history. I got a real degree in a subject you can use to get a job other than driving for Uber.

If you’re a history major, I’m not putting you down. I’m putting down the thing to which you devoted four years of your life and a big chunk of your parents’ life savings. You can get even the next time you bus my table at Red Lobster.

Perhaps we can find some common ground. We all look down on drama and communications majors (i.e. “journalists”).

“I paid $400,000 so you could do WHAT?”

Think about that. Parents could just give their kids the money in trust, in interest-bearing accounts. Much better idea.

A friend of mine says she’s not pushing her kids to go to college. Can’t argue. You need college for some things, but if you want to open a business and make real money, you should start in your teens. I told her this: they need to know the way to make money isn’t to be the guy who drives around in the truck, doing the work. Start out as that guy, buy more trucks, and send other people out to drive around while you get paid for their work.

God bless capitalism. There’s an ism I can get behind. To paraphrase the words of Chico Escuela, capitalism beeng berry berry goog to me; sank you berry moach.

If the Chico Escuela reference seems racist to you, don’t fret. Here’s another Garrett Morris performance which is more in line with the values of the cancel kids. In case you can’t here, he’s singing, “Gonna get me a shotgun, kill all the whiteys I see.” Sometimes I find myself singing this song in private moments.

Think how many tree-trimming trucks you could buy for $400,000.

Today is a slow day. I continue to receive applications from too-young alleged women in Africa on dating sites. I decided to delete all communications with my rejects. You have to clear the table before being served your next course. It’s surprisingly hard to delete Yahoo contacts. Yahoo makes people your contacts without warning you.

As mentioned previously, I exchanged a number of emails from a Kenyan lady. I “archived” her emails and my responses. Then I deleted them. Then I deleted them from the trash bin. Then I searched to make sure I had deleted them. Yahoo wouldn’t give up without a fight. It told me she was one of my “Top Contacts.”

I found out how hard it is to delete a Top Contact. You have to find them in your list of ALL contacts. You can’t delete them from your Top Contact list. And Internet people say Yahoo sends them emails to let them know they’ve been deleted. Ouch. That’s entirely unnecessary.

I think she and the others are completely gone from my throwaway Yahoo account. Don’t hold me to that.

I went to the dating sites and conducted a purge of non-viables. The Kenyan lady would not disappear. The site kept throwing her at me. She had viewed me! I had viewed her! I had favorited her! She had sent me a flirt! Then there was a fairly lengthy text exchange on the site.

I tried to get rid of this stuff, and it kept popping up. I went nuclear. I blocked her. She still popped up until I closed and reopened my browswer.

I wonder if women are going through this with me. Will I get charged with stalking because the Internet won’t let them out of my life?

Women really, really hate each other, and many a woman insists on pretending her current man has never been interested in anyone else. If God blesses me with someone, I don’t want her rooting through my old emails and having an estrogen conniption.

Somewhere out there, I guarantee you, there is a woman demanding that a man tell her who this tramp Siri is.

A person claiming to be a tall, gorgeous young woman from California contacted me a while back. I assumed it was some kind of error. Eventually, we got around to talking. Things went very slowly. Then it happened. Confirmation came. She asked for my name and number so she could text me. This was after maybe 4 online texts.

Scammers always try to drag you off the website so they’ll be outside the site’s jurisdiction.

I decided to give her both barrels. I said I only used the site, and I said I had learned that African scammers tried to take people elsewhere, notably Google Hangouts. Then I casually mentioned what I had learned about them. I said they were generally men, and I said some unflattering things about what they no doubt wanted other men to do to them.

Haven’t heard from her since.

I found a neat story about the scammers. They’re called “cafe boys” and “browsers” in their own nations. They’re extremely gross. They have sexual chats with lonely men. They say their webcams aren’t working, but they send dirty videos of the women they claim to be. The men send them money for plane tickets and so on. Eventually, the victims, called “clients,” get frustrated and insist on up-to-date photographs or videos. Then it’s time to move on.

I don’t think these boys realize they’re homosexuals. They think they’re playing a game. If you can stand to have sex chats with other men, and you look at their nude pictures and videos and try to give them satisfaction, you are a sodomite. No two ways about it.

Homosexuality is huge in Africa. It’s why AIDS was a plague in Africa and a small problem in America. Men don’t get AIDS from women. Magic Johnson is a homosexual. Either that, or he used to shoot up. Judging by his flaming-gay son, I would rule heroin out.

An Australian network did a documentary on the cafe boys, and I found it on Youtube. I plan to watch it today. It should be fascinating.

They go to demon worshipers and have them curse their victims. How about that? The documentary shows a lady in a crazy voodoo getup, performing ceremonies. The boys bring her pictures and so on. If you’ve been taken by one of these characters, you may be under weird voodoo curses, and if you’re not close to God, they may work.

They are clearly working on a lot of Australian men.

I wonder if my two profile pictures have been placed on this lady’s table and whether she has waved chicken feet at them and spat cheap liquor on them. Bad for her if she has. You can’t curse me, but if you try, you will curse yourself and your family.

The older I get, the more convinced I am that black people’s problems are caused mainly by witchcraft. The more I learn about black culture, including things the press, academics, and black people hide from us, the more amazed I am at the pervasiveness of witchcraft.

When Muddy Waters sang that he had a mojo hand and little John the conqueror root, he wasn’t kidding. He really had those things.

I saw a video by Thomas Sowell, in which he utterly crushed the claim that black people do poorly because of slavery. Among other things, he pointed out that the majority of black American kids in about 1960 grew up in two-parent homes. BOOM. There goes the myth that slavery killed black marriage. LBJ killed it. He also talked about the many, many white slaves who were held in America. Asians were also enslaved here. Only blacks continued to live cursed lives a century later. There has to be a reason, and slavery isn’t it.

It’s remarkable that I ended up talking to an African woman who was a serious Christian and who turned out to be completely legitimate in every way. I had proof, six ways from Sunday. Maybe she’s the only one.

It’s too bad she was a decoy and a trap, totally unsuitable for a real Christian man.

Maybe she’ll escape the prosperity gospel some day, and God will pair her up with somebody.

It’s very slow here. I keep feeling like I’m just waiting to be taken away. Guess I’ll go outside and finish my latest welding project. It will be satisfying to unite things successfully.

Next!

It looks like my African dating saga is over, at least with regard to one lady.

Yesterday I sent a short, somewhat nonresponsive email to the Kenyan lady I had been talking to, and it ended with language like, “I hope God gives you a pleasant and fulfilling marriage.” It’s pretty obvious what a sentence like that means. I also said I hoped I had not offended her.

She responded and said I had not offended her, although I’m pretty sure I did. Then she threw in another somewhat lengthy Bible lesson. Lengthy considering the context, which was me, saying goodbye. I didn’t pay any attention to it. I have realized that anything I say to this woman will elicit a Bible lesson.

Imagine a marriage like that. “I think I’ll have some pie.” “Leviticus 86:43 says the man who eateth pie shall want in the time of harvest!”

My final offering: “Very good. No hard feelings, then.” That was the entire email. I don’t know what she can do with that. Maybe she’s done, or maybe she’ll send a scripture on resentment and unforgiveness. “Hard feelings are evil, but I am the woman, and I knew it first! And I have scripture!”

She made me think about the old-wineskin metaphor. Jesus said you can’t put new wine in an old wineskin because it will burst. I don’t know how that works, having little experience with wineskins, but the meaning is obvious. He also said that if you give new wine to people who are used to old wine, they’ll reject it at first and say the old wine is better.

My experience with her was remarkable. It was like trying to talk into a fire hose with the valve open. Everything I said was deflected back at me, and I was impacted by a gushing torrent of unhelpful, inapt words.

There is absolutely nothing you can do for a woman like that. You get old, you learn from life’s hard knocks and from your education and other experiences. You spend years communicating with God, and he teaches you a lot. Then you meet someone decades younger, and not one speck of it is helpful to her because she won’t receive it. Instead, she wants you to to eat your own vomit. She wants you to go back to the hateful poison it took you so long to expel from your life.

So what are you there for? What is your purpose? To be her disciple and her son. To sit back and watch her steer the boat up on the rocks every single day. That’s your purpose.

“I want to submit to you, as long as you do what I tell you.”

I’ve had many dreams in which my dad steered his boat onto rocks or dry ground. Actually, I’ve been with him in real life when he did that, maybe 5 times. I never did it once, although I did get into some water that was shallower than it should have been. I kicked up some mud.

I admit, I was at the wheel when he caused our worst grounding. We hit Mama Rhoda, which is a big rock on the way into Chub Cay. I kept telling him it looked like there was a reef in front of us, and he yelled and told me to keep going. That’s not on me.

In dreams, my dad usually represents misguided church leaders. Interesting. This woman is guided by such people.

Jonah’s ship was spared because the crew threw a rebel overboard, and Paul’s crew was saved because he was aboard. The ark was a ship, and the captain and builder was the only good man on earth. Noah was the only reason God protected the ark. Maybe the metaphor goes deep, not just in my dreams, but in the Bible. Jude says people like the prosperity preachers are “reefs” at our feasts. The KJV says “spots,” but it really means “reefs.” A reef is a hidden obstacle you run up onto while you think you’re going the right way. This lady and her friends are reefs to me.

I was not tactful with her. Thank God for that. She kept telling me about Kenneth Copeland, the rattlesnake-faced emperor of all idiots, and instead of saying, “Okay; let me think about that while I curry your approval,” I told her I cursed prosperity minstries regularly and believed God blessed me for doing it. What if I had been tactful? I might be on Skype with her every day, talking about plane fares and immigration, waiting for the day when we had our inevitable confrontation about the filthiness of Copeland and Jerry Savelle and the other liars.

The rattlesnake-faced emperor of all idiots.

She has two kids somewhere. I know nothing about them, because she has told me nothing. Her profile says they don’t live with her. Maybe her ex-boyfriend is a Muslim and got automatic custody. She had them out of wedlock, and she used to be a Muslim. Anyway, imagine the difficulty of bringing teenagers to the US, supporting them, and trying to get along with them.

I thought her near-silence about the kids and the odd custody arrangements were red flags, but I don’t know anything about Kenya. Maybe kids are like luggage there. Maybe they’re in boarding school and they are expected to do whatever she tells them.

Right now I’m back to fielding messages from young, unrealistically gorgeous (and often not) African women, African women who pretend to be American, African men who pretend to be women, unattractive American women, and a couple of attractive American women who just don’t have much to say. It’s almost like talking to a glass of water. I feel bad for them, but what can you do? You can’t tell someone to start having a personality.

It’s kind of funny that I ended up talking to a woman who adores prosperity preachers and thinks anyone who criticizes them is working for Satan. I hate and despise the prosperity gospel. I have distinguished myself by attacking it and exposing its pimps publicly, over and over. I am the last person on earth who could ever go back to it. I feel like this woman was tailor-made for me, to discourage me.

It’s as if I were a runaway slave, living in a nice house in Illinois or Pennsylvania, and a current slave were trying to coax me to join her and let her nice white master whip me and keep me in a too-familiar hovel with a dirt floor. I could also be compared to an escaped convict. “The warden loves us and knows what’s best for us. Come back, and your rebellion will be forgiven.”

Being abused every day of your life is terrible, but there is something much worse: escaping and then being returned to it. This woman has no idea what she was asking.

Here I was, trying to free her from the same misery I endured, and she wanted no part of it and said the abolitionists were working for Satan.

I’m not surprised by any of this. It’s exactly what I expect from prosperity slaves. The prosperity movement is a cult, and cult members are fiercely loyal to the people who destroy them.

It’s exactly what Jesus went through. I don’t mean that I’m being crucified, obviously. Just that I was punished, on Satan’s orders, for trying to help someone in the grip of Satanic doctrine. Jesus was tortured to death by the people he was trying to rescue. The Jews who rejected him beat him and had him murdered. The Romans did their bidding. He wanted to save all of them. Many of them are blazing and shrieking in hell right now, unless it’s true that Jesus was able to deliver damned souls while he was in hell, and his tormentors repented.

It’s wonderful, writing about these things. Romantic opportunities destroy clear thinking. The more you write about someone who seems to have potential, the better you will understand them. It undoes gaslighting and prevents catastrophe.

When I was in my teens, I thought nearly any good-looking girl who was nice to me might be my big chance. That’s pathetic, but then so was I. My parents taught me nothing at all about life, and you can’t figure everything out on your own. Fatherlessness is a huge problem, even for people whose fathers live with them. Now I’m old, God has taught me a lot, and I’m pretty good at identifying and rejecting the wooden nickels.

I was afraid I was making this lady sound like a horror story, and I thought I should list her good qualities again. She’s a serious Christian. She’s successful. She has great intentions. She wants to help people. She’s reasonably attractive. I thought I should list those things. But maybe she really is a horror story, and I don’t want to say so because I like her and sympathize with her.

If landmines weren’t buried, nobody would step on them.

A total inability to listen, and a steely determination to tell a husband what to think and do, added to a delusion that one is submissive and humble, combine to form a hazard comparable to the spike-filled pits of the Viet Cong.

Traps can be very pretty, indeed.

I have no idea what will come next. Maybe someone will appear and turn out to be a gift from God, or maybe I’ll keep rejecting duds, get even older, and die alone. In any case, I didn’t take the free candy or get in the van this time around.

Not my Party

I feel like writing some more.

A day or two ago, I read a snotty comment from a leftist. I think it was on a news site. It referred to a golden calf and Donald Trump. It sounded like figurative language.

I eventually checked Google, and guess what? There really is a Trump idol. A sculptor named Zegan made it. It’s made from plastic, but the outer surface is treated to look like gold. In its left hand, it holds a magic wand, which is a symbol of occult power. He took it to CPAC.

All in good fun, right? Maybe not.

For quite some time, I’ve been complaining about conservatives worshiping Trump. Our country is suffering various plagues and setbacks, we need to be on our knees repenting, and instead, some conservatives are doing the wrong thing: treating an old casino owner as though he were Jesus Christ.

Our problems are caused by America’s pride and hatred of God. Only repentance and prayer will fix things, but there is no national repentance movement. None. Prominent preachers, and in America that means money preachers, have a lot of time to blame leftists but not much to tell people to repent. Why? Because they’re pimps and whores. They want our money. Talk of repentance and confession reduces donations. They tell us whatever loosens our purse strings.

CPAC belongs to worldly people. Maybe some pretend to be Christians, but they serve the devil just like leftist politics junkies. I suspect the presence of the statue is an unintended confession. Satan probably inspired the sculptor, and the people who agreed to display the statue are just puppets Satan used to make his little joke. It’s his way of saying, “This is why you lost. Keep up the good work.”

The statue holds a document, and the words “We the People” can be seen on the top, suggesting the document is the Constitution. “We the people” is an interesting phrase. The Antichrist will be a political leader, and he will lead through the will of the mob, also known as the people. He will shape the desires and beliefs of the mob. He has already done it through Metoo, BLM, and Antifa, as well as godless right-wing militias.

The Constitution is a leftist document. Democracy, including the kind we have as a republic, is a leftist institution that comes from pagan, sodomy-crazed Greece, not Yahweh-worshiping Israel. When America rebelled against England, leftists like George Washington battled conservatives and drove them out. Conservatives fought for the British. They supported kings they believed were anointed by God.

The plastic Constitution in the idol’s hand seems to be an announcement of allegiance to the Antichrist.

Trump’s biggest problem is pride. “I did this.” “I did that.” I’m the best.” “No one else could have done this.” God hates pride. He fights the proud. Trump surrounded himself with idiots like Paula White, and they told him what he wanted to hear, so he didn’t get far in his battle with pride. He has said a couple of things suggesting he knows humility is important, but that’s about it.

The objects we surround ourselves are important. Spirits associate themselves with them. If you have a good luck charm, a work of art from a pagan religion, a Harry Potter book, or some other similar item of contraband, spirits that hate you may have legitimate claims to places in your life, and God may respect those claims.

The Trump idol should never have been created, let alone endorsed by deluded man-worshipers who think Trump is going to come back and save us.

Does Trump know any of this? No. Paula White is a money whore. She’s not going to go to him and tell him to give up pride. Neither are any of the other Mammonites he has invited to the White House. The only way Trump can learn the truth is to be around people who aren’t whores, to pray in the Spirit, and to hear from God. The whores stick to him like a protective layer of ticks.

What do you do when there are only two parties, one has belonged to Satan for a long time, and the other is joining him? Where do you run? It’s like losing America, which used to be the world’s lifeboat for Christians. There is nowhere else to go.

Looks like another sign that the rapture is nearly here.

It can’t happen soon enough for me. Let it happen today. I keep praying for God to bring it. I am done with this place. I feel like I’m loitering in a bus station, waiting for an overdue ride.

The Paradoxical Disappointment of Events you Fully Expect

Sometimes I think about immortality. In movies, people envy immortal characters. That’s because they don’t know what immortality on this corrupt earth would be like. Think how bored you would get, seeing the same predictable things happen over and over. The older you get, unless you’re stupid, the more predictable other people become.

It’s barely past 9:30 a.m., and my peace has already been disrupted by the lady in Kenya. As I predicted, she sent me three more emails. She is not giving up.

Al Bundy said this: “Don’t try to understand women. Women understand women, and they hate each other.” Psychologists actually agree with Al to a great extent. You can look that up. I did. I’m sure they blame men, but I didn’t read enough to find out, because psychologists are fools.

Anyway, I don’t believe women are that hard to understand. You just have to discard everything feminism says and look to the past. Also, believe what experience and your own eyes tell you, no matter how disturbing it is. You have to be willing to discard the fatuous modern characterization of women as enlightened martyrs and teachers and accept the obvious negatives along with the positives.

I knew this lady would not give up.

I don’t think she has been reading my emails. I think she just thinks of them as prompts that motivate her to respond with her own unrelated thoughts she learned from other men. Preachers, I mean. Pulpit pimps who would gladly see her die in the street with her savings in their corporate accounts.

She believes Jesus warned her about people like me, who will harm the church by going after the “anointed,” meaning famous preachers. At the same time, she is trying desperately to change me so she can marry me. In my last post, I said women were better at cognitive dissonance than men. Now you see your proof.

“I belong to God.” “I must have a godly man.” “I believe you are the enemy of the church.” “I want to marry you.”

You can’t make those things fit together.

“I believe in submitting to my husband.” “I believe the man has to be the leader and priest of the house.” “I will tell you my doctrine and correct yours, and then we can get married.”

??????

In her latest round of emails, she said I was speaking doctrine I had learned somewhere, and that she was speaking the truth from the Bible. The exact opposite is true.

She seems to think I come from some weird denomination that taught me what I know. The truth is that I come from her own denomination. I come from the Mammon denomination. I used to believe the TV stars she believes. I rejected their nonsense. She, on the other hand, teaches it as though it were God’s word, using cherry-picked scriptures the TV stars have turned into weapons to defend greed and human trafficking.

I told her some brutal truths.

I said women get attached and fall in love too fast. I asked her why she would have anything to do with a man she thought was part of a Satanic attack on the holy men of TV. I didn’t call them “holy men of TV.” I said “the church.” I said I was not the person she thought I was, but nonetheless, it asked why she would want that kind of person.

I said women let emotion make them work to make unsuitable men fit into their wedding-picture dreams, more or less.

I also told her I was not in love with her. I said I was not trying to win her over. I said there were over three billion women on the planet, and if God wanted me to have one, he would make it happen. I said I didn’t care if I died alone as long as I had him. I said I just wanted to give her helpful advice. Optimistic, I know. It borders on a violation of my principles. I will not keep it up, barring a highly unlikely turn of events.

I said it looked like there was no hope for us, although only God knew.

This is leadership. Betas don’t say things like this. It’s not what I would have said when I was 15, but then my father was not a father. I had no one to teach me, unless teaching me error counts. I was raised like a ghetto child, apart from the nice house and good food.

I was saying these things to a wonderful, attractive Christian woman I liked. A woman who seemed like a rarity. I am talking to a bunch of women, and none come close to equaling her.

I don’t care. I’m not desperate. Cognitive dissonance isn’t for me. I saw the good, I saw the bad, and I acknowledged both. There are some things you don’t do, if you want a happy life. You don’t marry a musician or a Muslim. You don’t buy a time share. You don’t get tattoos. You never take your first dose of heroin. You don’t trade peace for companionship.

Based on what I know of women, I expect to hear from her again. My guess is that she will pray God changes me and makes me what she wants. Maybe she’ll get friends to pray for our marriage. If so, it’s because she listens to morons and pimps who haven’t taught her that God doesn’t violate free will. I have started cursing their efforts to delude her.

She will eventually give up on me, because the one thing I can’t stand is manipulation. I am not going to end up like Adam, the world’s first beta, just because I wake up alone every morning.

Men are much happier alone than women. Being single drives women nuts. They base their self-worth on their marital status. Women are little girls, and little girls crave daddy’s attention. That sounds awful, but it’s true. I do not need mommy’s attention in order to feel valid.

Life is like Let’s Make a Deal. If you turn down the booby prize, it should mean you get the grand prize later. I’m not suggesting this lady is a booby prize. Just that she is not the grand prize. Is the grand prize a wife or just a life without the wrong woman? That’s the question.

I’m going to have my peace. I’m not going to spend the next week getting up and responding to this woman’s emails. I pray for her, but this distraction will not be permitted to persist. When God shows you a landmine, and you step on it anyway, it’s rebellion, and God may be very slow to rescue you.

They’ve Seen the Bait a Thousand Times

I have decided to follow up on my interaction with the Kenyan lady I met on a dating site.

I figured out that she was upset because I hate the prosperity gospel. I call people like Kenneth Copeland and Creflo Dollar liars and slavemasters. She sent an email suggesting I watch Copeland. He is an idiot, and I know it because I used to watch him 20 years ago. I fell for his lies because I wasn’t receiving guidance from the Holy Spirit.

Jesus said a man who called his brother a fool was in danger of hell’s fire. People have reminded me of that when I criticized Mammon preachers. Here’s the thing: Kenneth Copeland is not my brother. The word says as many as are led by the Spirit are sons of God. Copeland teaches garbage that ruins people’s lives. He’s not led by the Holy Spirit. If we don’t have the same father, he’s not my brother. He is an idiot. Jesus called people idiots.

This morning I sent her a long email giving my testimony with regard to prosperity preachers. I explained that I was very familiar with them and that I had learned they were wrong. I told her how I had been blessed in every way while cursing their ministries, praying God would destroy their organizations, and criticizing them in public. I told her I believed God rewarded me financially for this.

It’s all in the previous blog post.

I finally heard back from her. She sent three long emails.

In the first one, she said she had just finished her second 21-day round of prayer and fasting three days before encountering me online. She said Jesus had told her that this year, the enemy would try to rob people of their blessings by causing strife in the church.

I don’t want to get into boring detail, but I will say that she thinks Jesus told her to circle the wagons. Hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil. Don’t criticize ministers, because it drives people away from the church. I shouldn’t have to repeat it all, because the spirit behind it is obvious. “Don’t rock the boat. Play along.”

It reminds me of something I heard a few years ago when I was still a member of a church led by the convicted pedophile Alberto Santiago. He was preaching, and in my mind, I heard, “Stay on the treadmill,” over and over.

What is a treadmill? It’s a machine on which you walk a great deal without making any progress. Santiago had a god complex, and he was trying to make his church a cult. He and his masculine wife were doing a lot of things wrong, and they were damaging people’s lives and killing their own church. He kept people from going nowhere, and he wanted to manipulate them so they didn’t leave.

He wanted us to stay on the treadmill.

The Kenyan lady is on the treadmill, and she is inviting me to get back on. It’s like the scene in What’s Love Got to do With it? in which Ike Turner shows up with flowers and tries to get Tina to get back in his car so she can go back to work for him. Ike Turner learned everything he knew from Satan.

She’s also calling me an agent of Satan, whether she knows it or not. Why would she want to marry an agent of Satan? I chalk that down to her two X chromosomes. Women are better at cognitive dissonance. That’s why they vote for socialists.

There are a ton of things wrong with what she told me.

First of all, she says she believes a wife should be submissive. That means she shares the Christian belief that a man is the high priest of his house. God leads proper families through Christian husbands who hear from the Holy Spirit. Wives are supposed to listen to them. How can you say you’re submissive when you begin a relationship by giving an older, more experienced man lessons in basic doctrine?

Here is what I would ask: what does “submissive” mean to you? Does it mean you submit to a man only when he agrees with you? That isn’t submission at all. That’s matriarchy. Ewww. I prefer death.

She also gave me a bunch of scriptures intended to prove I don’t have the authority to question a man of God. If I don’t have that authority, how can I have the authority to rule our house? Paul contradicted Peter publicly. Jesus contradicted priests and scribes, as well as his disciples. The prophets did nothing but contradict other so-called prophets who were wrong. I have authority, too. I’m allowed to contradict people who are out of line, even if they have TV cameras pointed at them.

She says Kenneth Copeland has financed more than 40% of “the modern day revival around the world.” That’s not a good thing. It means he has used money he took by lying to people, and he has used it to build toxic churches that prevent other people from becoming children of God.

She still wants to make things work. Why? If I’m so ignorant and full of iniquity I need a woman to correct me, how could I ever be a worthwhile husband.

Many women believe it’s their job to create their husbands. No. Totally wrong. It’s a husband’s job to shape a wife.

She’s a very nice lady. She’s very sincere. She wants to fight evil. But she’s saying things that go against the way the kingdom works.

I told her I didn’t believe in argument. I said she should stick to her guns. I said if she thought I wasn’t right for her, she shouldn’t have me. I also said this: if I were a woman, and I thought my husband were wrong, I would try to go along with him while praying for God to correct him. I suggested she pray for God to correct me. I said I already prayed for it every day, and I said I would agree with her.

I said men were required to lead, and I said I could not be in a relationship in which a woman tried to teach me as though I had only received salvation last week. I said a man who isn’t allowed to lead would be an Ahab to her. I said he would be a disgrace to her and himself.

To sum up, we have doctrinal differences, she doesn’t really believe in submission (although she thinks she does), and she is trying to preserve an opportunity which, by her own standards, has no future.

Some people say women are unpredictable, but that’s not entirely true. Everything that’s going on between this woman and me is predictable. It’s cliche. Women want to run marriages. Women fall in love way too fast. Women will do way too much to make a go of relationships that are clearly built on rotten foundations.

I could help her by telling her these things, but a woman who wants to run a relationship can’t be taught.

Imagine me, married to this lady in her current state of mind. Either we would be at odds all the time, or I would have to pretend I believed what she says. Of course, neither option can happen.

Can she change? God knows, but I don’t. Women are supposed to marry up and let men change them, but not every woman is willing, and many men aren’t up to the job anyway. I can do it, but I can’t work with hardened clay.

I think I’ll hear from her a few more times. This is my prediction, based on what I know about women. She’s thinking I was sent by God, she think’s I’m a rare find, she really wants me, and her emotions are telling her to make it work. She’s not paying attention to the fact that I’m not part of her religion. She is probably somewhat angry at me for not being what she wants. Women are famous for that. She should be asking herself why God would send her a man she has to repair. God wouldn’t do that. He would send her a leader.

Wives are not supposed to shape husbands.

It’s unpleasant to see someone I like and respect so much, missing the mark so completely. I think it’s bait, to see if I’ll cave in and be like Samson or Adam. There must be a reward waiting for me now that I’ve turned the bait down. The punishment for taking the bait is obvious.

It’s all very interesting. It would be better to have a wife than all this engaging mental exercise, but being smart is fun, and thinking is fun. Using knowledge my father in heaven gave me is fun. Knowing you came to the right conclusions and passed a test is fun. I’ll take what I can get.

This is me not being beta.

How Many People Have Seen a Good One?

It is 10:48 a.m. and I have already fielded several inquiries from women on online dating services. I have also received more unsolicited counsel from my friend Mike, and I am experiencing things I didn’t expect.

A young lady from a northern state contacted me. I haven’t responded yet. She is stunning. No other word for it. I looked at her profile. It says she’s mute and was born deaf. Her profile says she wants someone to love and respect her.

I have not responded.

She’s a good example of the kind of person I’m running into now: women I want to save.

My experiences on the two latest sites have been good, but I can tell women are not doing as well. They complain about men wanting cheap hookups or asking for naked pictures. I have had a few women with sleazy pictures contact me, and I am definitely hearing from dubious foreign women, but the problems are manageable.

I have learned that there are a lot of women out there who can’t find anyone who will treat them decently, and I have also been reminded that women get attached way, way too fast. that’s probably why the following joke exists:

Q: What does a lesbian bring to a second date?

A: A U-Haul.

Many times, I have seen people say women are really the pursuers in romance. It may well be true. When it comes to romance, women put out bait and wait for bites. That’s not what prey species do. It’s what predators do. Whether or not it’s generally true that women do the pursuing, it is certainly true that they often do, and they generally try to appear that they’re being pursued.

I feel like I’m being chased by puppies that want to be adopted.

Why do they want to be adopted? Love, children, money, and American citizenship, I suppose. Most women’s desires can be traced to these roots in varying amounts.

After talking to a few of these ladies, I want to take them all home. At least the Christians. I wish I could open an orphanage for women. But Solomon tried that, and it didn’t work out.

I have to wonder if God feels this way about people. We’re all down here being played by fallen angels, demons, people, and governments pretending to be saviors. They fool us and take advantage of us over and over. The real savior is up there wishing we would run to him.

I’m not saying I would be a great or even adequate husband. Just that I understand the desire to rescue the unwanted and unappreciated.

I am enduring culture shock from talking to foreign women. I told one I was working on my bathrooms, and she said she wished she were here to help. I said I wished she were, too, so I could sit on the couch and relax. I am a kidder. I thought she would send a joke in return. She said, “I would get you a drink.”

How do you deal with someone like that when you were raised in America? If I had a wife who treated me like that, I would be afraid for people to see it in public. I would feel like something had gone fundamentally wrong with the structure of the universe.

Is it a bad thing, though? If it is, then is it a bad thing when men serve in the infantry and women don’t? Is it a bad thing when a man pays all the bills? Is it bad when he jumps in front of her when there is danger? Is it bad when he opens doors and pulls out her chair for her?

In America, a man who does those things is coveted, except in areas where feminists have completely corrupted everyone, but a woman who brings her husband a drink is ridiculed, and the man is considered an abuser.

Isn’t this the feminist princess syndrome in action?

I find it hard to take things from women. I think it comes from having a sociopath for an older sister. It’s hard for me to see myself as someone women want and appreciate, and American men are taught to believe a woman is doing you a favor simply by being present.

I don’t know if I could get used to someone who gives back. American women are trained not to do that. It’s also difficult dealing with women who offer praise instead of a constant stream of accusations.

This is one of the problems with abusers. They ruin you for decent people.

I moved to Ocala from Miami, which is one of the rudest, trashiest cities in America. I was used to aggression, materialism, selfishness, arrogance, cruelty, dishonesty, and a pervasive lack of class. After I got here, I had a hard time getting used to kind, polite people. Even though I’m a Southerner, it took me a while to get back into the Southern groove. I moved here so I could live among good people, but still, I was not able to get used to them instantaneously.

The same principle applies to women.

Christianity has a second-mile principle Christians almost never talk about. They think it means you should occasionally do more for someone than he deserves. That’s not the whole story.

When two people have any type of relationship, each one owes the other certain things. Our natural tendency is to do a little less than we should. That forces other parties to do our jobs. It breeds resentment. It breeds mistrust.

When each party does a little bit more than needed, it’s very different. Each one feels as though he has profited. It helps a bond develop. It breeds trust and peace. It breeds gratitude.

A husband and wife need to do things they are not obligated to do. If it’s your husband’s job to take out the trash, you should take it out once a week anyway. If the wife is supposed to clean the bathrooms, the husband should do it sometimes without telling her. When each party does less than he or she should, the result is lack. When each party exceeds expectations, the result is increase.

When I read the remark about the drink, my first reaction was to think, “Boy, she wants a green card.” I’ve had that feeling before. When people in Miami did nice things for me, it often disturbed me. I wondered what they really wanted. It was a sick response created by systematic conditioning performed by trashy people.

What’s wrong with bringing your husband a drink? A lot of divorced women surrounded by cats could probably answer that question. I like doing things for women. Why shouldn’t a woman like doing things for me?

In 2021 America, I feel like I have to construct a defense for thoughtfulness.

It makes me wish I had been raised better. Somewhere else.

I feel like I should go on social media and broadcast some advice to incels: get away from the Northeast. Get away from California and Chicago. Women aren’t the problem. Not all of it, anyway. The problem is our selfish anti-male culture. Go where it’s weakest. And while you’re at it, take a shower, stop eating 10 pounds of Hot Pockets every day, throw out your video game consoles, delete your manifesto, quit posting on 8kun, cancel your sex doll order, burn your porn, quit lisping, and get off your mom’s couch. Stop being a flabby, spineless fruit. Try not to be such a dating landmine.

I can’t help all of these women. Maybe I can help one of them.

I Feel Positively Viable

Welcome to one of the weirdest days of my life.

As chronic readers know, I tried online dating briefly a couple of weeks back. To say it went badly would be an understatement. I got no attention at all from women who were not obese, elderly, or impossible to conduct a romantic relationship with due to severe appearance issues, but I heard from hundreds of African scammers pretending to be American ladies.

I quit because the contrast between my happiness before and after beginning the experiment was stark. I gained nothing, but I felt degraded and swindled. Ordinarily, you have to wait for marriage to feel that way.

A few days back, I had a sudden impulse. I felt I should look around and see if there were any sites dedicated to interracial dating.

Here’s something people don’t like to talk about: black women tend to die single. They are grossly undervalued as wives. Asian women are considered the most attractive, and white women come next. Similarly, Asian men are at the bottom of the food chain, but black men are considered very attractive.

Black women are much more likely than black men to be successful, a big percentage of black men are in prison or on probation or parole, black men tend to disfavor marriage, and the ones that do marry often marry outside their race. To make things worse, about 87% of American men are not black.

In addition, many white American men have the sense that white women tend to have princess complexes, and many take men for granted and treat them badly.

There are lots of very attractive black women out there rotting away, getting ready to start their own cat herds. Also, statistics say marriages between white men and black women are much more stable than same-race marriages and other mixed-race marriages.

I thought I would look at a couple of sites and see what my opportunities were. I was not optimistic, but you can’t score a hole in one unless you swing your club.

I learned a few things.

First of all, there are a lot of Africans on interracial dating sites. Plot twist: they admit they’re African. Presumably, a lot of them are not scammers. I’m sure many of them want green cards and are willing to do dishonest things in order to get them, but they can’t all be like that.

Second, I was able to get actual women under the age of 70 and the 300-pound mark to talk to me. That was new. In fact, it’s a little disturbing. Failure is easy to cope with. You just quit and move on. When you succeed, you have to go forward and keep doing things.

My volunteer dating coach Mike told me to put photos of myself in suits on my profile, and it seemed like he wanted me to soft-soap the women. I did the opposite. I said I owned suits and would be happy to send women pictures of them. I said I voted for Trump. I said I didn’t want leftist women lecturing me in my own house, so they didn’t need to apply. I said I had guns and didn’t plan to get rid of them for a woman. I said any woman who would be disturbed by a man getting up every day and praying in tongues for two hours should go away.

First thing you know, I got a message from a lady from Kenya.

Right away, I figured it was some scammer Sheneheh, hoping to tell me a sob story and get some money for liquor and prostitutes. I talked to her anyway, and I asked questions intended to find out whether she was legitimate.

She really startled me. She said we could pray in tongues together. She said she was drawn to my profile because I was a serious Christian. She quoted scriptures to me, and they were appropriately chosen, proving she had actually read the Bible. I asked her how she felt about tongues, and she said prayer in tongues brought us closer to God and brought us supernatural revelation.

Well, now.

After that, I figured she had to be real. Scammers are not sitting around reading the word and learning about tongues.

We talked for a very long time. I was flabbergasted. I was in such shock, I completely forgot to ask about the age difference, which is considerable.

Afterward, I wondered if I was being fooled. Every old man dreams of younger women who find him desirable. We believe what we want to believe. We see what isn’t there. We explain away what is there. This is how we end up homeless at 70 while our ex-trophy wives fornicate in our houses with our former pool boys.

She had given me her first name. Her town’s name was on her profile. I Googled. I found a Twitter account with her photos on it. The owner was giving crooked African politicians hell. It sounded like the person I had conversed with.

Still, a scammer could download Twitter photos.

The confirmation came when I found a Twitter post in which she quoted the same scripture she had quoted me, to prove the same point.

Unbelievably, I had communicated with an actual woman on a dating site, and she really was the type of person she seemed to be.

Is that even possible? It’s like a dream. It never happens.

I’m suspicious of anything that seems too good to be true, or even just barely good enough to stand, now that I think about it. This lady says she has a passport and a visa, and that made things sound worse. It made her sound like she was itching to emigrate. But she also says she would be happy if a man moved to Kenya to be with her.

If this lady is available, there must be others. Is this a resource I should have tapped sooner?

Another attractive lady contacted me today, and guess why she turned me down? I said I couldn’t see myself moving to Zambia. THAT is a sincere woman. The scammers all want to come here.

I’ve always thought online dating was for idiots, and I have cast a jaundiced eye upon men who import wives. It seems like a tacky enterprise, likely to connect a foolish man to a parasite who will drain his bank account and run off. But I met a real woman today. She exists.

Maybe my low opinion of importing wives is tainted by input from American women, who really hate the idea. They really, really hate it. It makes them furious. You can find their crabby remarks online. They say men are looking for “appliances with sex organs.” The reason they’re so mad? The foreign-wife industry highlights the fact that many men are fed up with American feminist women, and it also proves feminists don’t have a monopoly. It makes feminists feel threatened. Many of our post-Steinem girls don’t want to compete with, say, Thai wives who keep a great house, stay home and raise kids, dote on their husbands, and take care of their bodies. Also, as noted above, Asian women, who figure prominently in the importation business, rank higher than white women on the attraction scale.

Feminism is all about manipulation and exploitation, and you can’t manipulate your market if it has better options available.

I don’t know what to think. I’m still formulating my opinions concerning the whole business. I know this: an American woman is the last person on earth to consult at this point. It would be like asking Tim Cook what he thinks about Windows.

Having spent two weeks on a site where all I did was torment scammers, I am now in an unexpected situation. I have more legitimate contacts than I can handle, not just from Africa, but from America. And they’re not train wrecks. Many are beautiful Christian women, and I don’t mean beautiful for their ages. I never saw that coming. Weirdest thing of all: some of them are white.

I believe I have a couple of scammers, but they seem to be in the minority.

I don’t know what to do with these women.

If anything comes of this, I’ll blog it.

There Must be Others

Last night I had a very weird experience.

I have written about my decision to abandon online matchmaking sites. I got some interest from women who were totally inappropriate, as well as perhaps 200 African men pretending to be women. If I wanted to date someone who could be Joe Biden’s older sister, I would call my experience a qualified success, but that’s about it.

I wrote a blog post in which I said maybe it was time to accept permanent bachelorhood.

I felt pretty comfortable with it. My life is very pleasant, nearly all of the women who are in the pool men like me drawn from are unappealing to say the least, and I am well aware that marriage solves problems but also causes them.

So that’s the background.

Last night, I started wondering what had happened to Bevelyn Beatty. This is the woman who poured paint on the BLM vandalism in New York. They call it a mural, but it’s vandalism. It’s “Black Lives Matter,” painted in huge letters on a public street.

Beatty is possibly the bravest woman who ever lived. It may actually be a serious character flaw, because she seems to overdo it. She goes wherever she thinks she should go, and she stands up for God and the unborn. She stands close to pro-abortion escorts outside of abortion mills and tells them they should be ashamed of themselves. A BLM coward stabbed her in Washington, D.C. because she walked unarmed in that leftist stronghold after dark.

I used to subscribe to her Youtube channel because I admired her so much, and because it was nice to see a black female conservative Christian who wasn’t drinking the toxic, demonic, Marxist Kool Aid. I unsubscribed because I had no interest in political activism.

I checked in on her, and she says she has given up on conservatism, sort of. She has apparently realized Christianity isn’t political. All Spirit-led Christians become conservative, but not all conservatives are Christians, and the GOP is not going to save anyone.

She has a friend she runs around with, and she got her friend to give her testimony. I love hearing testimonies, so I started watching. I thought I would tune out in a couple of minutes, but the video was nearly 40 minutes long, and I watched the whole thing. I went back and watched parts of it later. It was wonderful.

Her friend is named Edmee Chavannes. She was born in France, to a Haitian family. She doesn’t say much in most of Beatty’s videos.

She gave a long account of her life, including stories about growing up in sexual ignorance. She had encounters with men, and she learned things along the way. She came close to losing her virginity, but somehow, it never happened. She believes God looked out for her.

She is about 40 now, and she is still hanging on. She said she should make the video in order to strengthen other people who are in the same boat and who feel like freaks.

She talked about her dedication to God. She and Beatty do street ministry in addition to making videos. She is completely sold out.

She said she hated socialism because she had seen it in France. She said that when they had problems, their first response was to go to the government, not God.

Think about this from a man’s perspective. People say, “Lower your standards. You will never get what you require. They’re not out there.” Then you see a nice-looking, godly lady in a video, proving the real thing still exists.

There are two realities: the reality of the cursed, and the reality of the blessed. If you’re blessed, you can’t make plans and decisions based on what happens to cursed people. The fact that other people have to settle for Satan’s table scraps doesn’t mean you have to.

I looked at a lot of profiles when I started fooling with online dating. My thoughts usually went like this: “She looks okay. Oh, boy…yoga. But she says Jesus is the center of her life, so maybe she would drop the yoga if I explained things to her. Horror movies? No, not in my house. Well, are they demonic occult horror movies, or just relatively safe movies about disasters and so on? Maybe I should give her the benefit of the doubt. ‘Libra’? Maybe she just needs someone to tell her astrology is a pagan religion. She’s wearing tights and a top that shows 9 inches of cleavage. Maybe a talk and a trip to Nordstrom would fix that.”

I was starting with a pool in which less than 1% of the members had any hope at all, and I was trying to scrape the dirt off the ones that remained so they could be salvaged.

You don’t want to expect too much from people, and you don’t want to be self-righteous and forget your own faults. On the other hand, I spent decades surrounded by people who didn’t meet my standards, and they mistreated me and made me feel worthless. I worked at cutting them off, systematically. I would rather die tomorrow than jump back in that cesspool. I consider their absence one of God’s greatest gifts. Taking them back would make me miserable.

If I believe I have to lower my standards and accept a worldly woman, am I not saying God can’t provide? Isn’t that the opposite of faith?

If this lady is out there, she’s not the only one, and if God is God, he knows where the others are, and if he wants me to meet one, it will happen. If he doesn’t, well and good. He knows best, and my life is great.

I admit, I wish life weren’t full of long waiting periods. I’m too old to enjoy the blessing of marrying an attractive high school sweetheart and raising kids. I am not likely to reproduce, and if I manage it, I will never see grandchildren unless I’m too frail to do anything with them. I believe the word says people who belong to God will return after the tribulation and lead restored lives on earth. That’s the only hope I have. But even if I can’t get the premium package in this life, a few years with the right person would still be a great gift.

I know; Abraham didn’t have a son by the wife he loved until he was 100. But he lived to be 175. That will not happen to me. Judging by the way my ancestors went, I may not make 90.

If I make it, I will live those years in a disgusting place which is even more hostile than it is now. This country is going to keep getting worse. I wish there were some place else to go, but historically, America was that place, and now the ship has been boarded by pirates.

Speaking of disaster movies, I saw one the other day. It was very bad. It was called Greenland. A comet was breaking up, and bits were hitting the earth. A big piece was on its way to cause the extinction of just about all terrestrial life. The government chose useful people and told them to get on planes so they could be taken to a shelter. The shelter was located in Greenland, which makes no sense at all. That’s the story.

A man, his wife, and his son were selected. The government didn’t know the son had diabetes, and when the family showed up for its flight, the son was rejected. It happened while the man was separated from his wife and son, so he got on a plane while they were in the rejection process.

People found out about the selection process, and they lost their minds in their determination to get on the planes. When the man found out his family didn’t make it, he jumped off his plane, and the rest of the movie was about their struggle to reunite and make it to Greenland.

By the way, all of the bad people in the movie were white. There was one black criminal, but he saved the lives of the wife and child. Several blacks and Hispanics helped the family. Welcome to Wokanda.

I watched the selfish, terror-stricken characters, committing all sorts of crimes in hopes of getting on the planes. I thought to myself, “What is wrong with them?” I watched the husband, who was tormented as he tried to decide whether to stay on his plane. I thought, “Here’s what you do. You get off, and you go die with your family. You don’t struggle with the decision. You go, without hesitation.”

If you know the world is about to end, your big priority shouldn’t be to behave like a rat and strive to survive in a hole. It should be to share love and comfort, not to mention salvation, with the people you love. Obvious?

The characters in the movie lived in an imaginary world with no God and no afterlife. They didn’t pray. They didn’t talk about God. I can’t relate to them. People like that live in a different reality. Even if they made it to Greenland, they weren’t going to survive. People wear out, get sick, and die, no matter what they do. If you’re not ready for that, you are in real trouble.

I can’t live a nice, long fairy tale life. My age and the state of the world won’t permit it. But maybe I can go through what remains of this age with someone I care about, and we can be together when it all ends. That would be worth a lot.

I’ll link to Emdee Chavanne’s video. Maybe some of you will enjoy it.

“Men”? What are These “Men” You Speak of?

I am back to continue documenting the world’s irreversible decline into insanity.

I just had one of the weirder experiences of the pre-apocalypse era. I visited a forum, and people there were complaining about TV. I don’t know much about TV. All I ever see are Youtube and Amazon Prime. I have no idea what funny commercials have appeared since around 2017, so if you make a reference to one in my presence, expect no reaction.

Someone on the forum said they were remaking The Equalizer. This was a show featuring an old white British guy named Edward something or other. We all know how it worked. Someone got bullied, and Ed stepped in and roasted him with a flamethrower or shot him in the head. The show formed the basis for the Equalizer movies. One forum guy called the new show “sad,” and another said it would run 10 episodes and then disappear, leaving people wondering why it had ever been created.

I saw the forum reference to the new show, and I said this: “I’m going to make a wild guess here. She’s a black lesbian.”

Then I decided to Google. Here is what I found.

In case you can’t see the video, it’s a trailer. The show’s star is Queen Latifah. America’s best-known black lesbian, unless Oprah counts.

Denzel Washington, the star of the Equalizer movies, wasn’t good enough for the Ewokes and Woke-iees. That’s what I call them now that they’re getting Star Wars actors fired. Washington is black. He did a great job, although he ripped off his own Man on Fire character. Sorry; insufficient. Washington is a heterosexual.

Is Latifah straight in the show? I know; who cares? Wikipedia says her character is a single mother, but that doesn’t mean anything in 2021. It doesn’t even mean she’s a woman. She could be a transdudette, raising her child on wokeness’s newest fantasy product: “chest milk.”

Every day, normal people who miss America get a fresh axe handle to the face. Iron Man is a woman. Captain Marvel is a woman. Wolverine is a little girl. The captain of the latest Star Trek ship is a black woman. Even 007 is a black lady, and not the Halle Berry/Naomie Harris kind. If the movie she’s in ever comes out, you will not hope to see her in romantic scenes.

I don’t know if the newest Bond film will ever be released. It was shot a long time ago, and it’s still not here. Daniel Craig looks like Bond’s dad in the film, and he’s no longer 007. Who wants to watch that? The film seems to be a breach birth. It won’t come out no matter how long the studio pushes. Obviously, it has problems so bad, they expect it to be a disaster.

It already is a disaster. It was shot a long time ago, and it was supposed to be released about 15 months ago. The studio blames the delays on coronavirus and the departure of the director. The pandemic didn’t exist when the film was supposed to be released, so the studio’s explanation is untrue. Obviously, they have a steaming pile of unappealing footage, and they’re trying to find a way to save it.

I wonder if it will be the first straight-to-DVD Bond release.

When James Bond dies for real, should it be considered a sign that the current age is ending?

It was bad enough when they offered Idris Elba the role. He’s a great actor, and he would be fantastic playing a secret agent in an action role. But James Bond? The James Bond who has a Scottish father and a Swiss mother? No. The Equalizer can be black. Iron Man can be black. James Bond’s ethnicity is essential to his character. Turning him black will turn any Bond film into a wokeness lecture.

A “woke” James Bond. It’s like Ellen DeGeneres holding a revival.

If Idris Elba was a bad choice for 007, a big, brash girl who is short on looks is even worse.

In 2015, the last Bond movie featured a theme song performed by an effeminate homosexual. We should have known it was an omen. James Bond…the most unrepentant, accomplished, heterosexual cinema Casanova since Errol Flynn, introduced by a song performed by a soft little man who likes being sodomized. I wish I could transport a theater full of 1970 fans into a theater and get their reactions.

It’s funny how leftists make money glamorizing characters whose outlooks and behavior they hate. It should drive them crazy. James Bond, John Wayne, Tony Stark, James Kirk, Dirty Harry, Rob Roy, Ron Swanson, Malcolm Reynolds…you would think the left coast types who created these characters, and who must, somewhere deep inside themselves, admire them, handle the cognitive dissonance.

No one wants to watch a big, manly lesbian punch bad guys. Men want someone they want to be like, and women want someone they can dream about. That ain’t Queen Latifah.

Hollywood’s problem is that no one has to go see its movies. You can force employees to endure degrading wokeness training and rules, but if I decide I don’t want to pay to see a woman play the Hulk, there is diddly squat you can do about it. As crazy as the public is, it still wants strong male characters who save attractive female characters. It doesn’t want to see Nancy Pelosi save Richard Simmons, and it never will, because traditional sex roles are hard-wired into human beings.

Will Hollywood continue pushing its warped philosophy until it goes broke, or will it respect its long tradition of hypocrisy, trading principle for profit?

I think the Bond franchise is dead. Craig looks awful, so he can’t do any more films. The latest film appears to be unreleasable. Craig was so good in the past, the studio probably won’t be able to find a viable replacement, even if they reluctantly accept the fact that they need a white man. Maybe they’ll drop this flop and then flounder on for a few releases, trying unsuccessfully to repeat Casino Royale, but I think that will be about it.

It’s natural. They quit making Thin Man and Charlie Chan films, didn’t they?

Hollywood has other problems. If this age continues, it may be a decade before anyone can put 500 people in a theater. Piracy keeps getting better and better, and there is no way to stop it. Also, people are tired. We have seen so much entertainment, there are no new stories to tell us. Certainly not in Hollywood, where creativity goes to have its heart broken.

Here’s a big problem for actors: they are obsolescent. CGI gets better and better all the time, and we will eventually end up with movies which appear realistic yet contain no footage of human beings. The studios will want it because computers aren’t divas. They don’t walk off sets. They don’t overdose or pass out during shoots. They’re much cheaper than actors. They don’t age. They don’t refuse to do nude scenes. We could have 50 more Bond films featuring a young Daniel Craig. For that matter, we could have more John Wayne films. More Clint Eastwood. More Sophia Loren. More Natalie Wood. Alan Ladd was 5’6″ in 1950. In 2030, he can be 6’4″. I would say Christopher Reeve could fly again, but he wasn’t a great actor, so he wouldn’t be resurrected.

It may take 20 years, but sooner or later, there will be no point in hiring actors except for voice work. Even that will eventually be done by computers. Studios will simply pay to use likenesses of dead people. At some point, Hollywood will start creating wildly popular actors from scratch, and the studios will own them. Imagine how jealous Siri and Alexa will be.

We’ve already seen old and dead actors play new scenes as their youthful selves. It wasn’t done well, but it will be done better. The uncanny valley is wide but not infinitely so.

Kirk and Spock, together again. Think of it. Although judging by the way things have gone so far, William Shatner will probably be around for another century. Strap a girdle on him and give him a dark wig, and he’s ready to go.

It seems like nothing is impossible for humanity, given enough time. Machines should eventually become so powerful there is no need for us to do much of anything. It reminds me of what God said before he confused our languages in Babylon:

And the LORD said, Behold, the people is one, and they have all one language; and this they begin to do: and now nothing will be restrained from them, which they have imagined to do.

I believe we will eventually become gods, if we are permitted to live and work. What’s happening with technology is the beginnings of it. I think God puts rebellious creatures in hell not just to punish them, but to keep them in agony so they are unable to concentrate and grow powerful. God’s children are permitted to live forever in peace and pleasure because they pose no threat to the order of the universe.

I’ve often thought the destructive schism between Apple and PC proponents was God’s way of slowing us down for a few years. It was very similar to the Babel story.

It makes sense that God reduced our maximal lifespans from 1000 years to around 100. Think what certain men could do if they lived for centuries.

I don’t enjoy the daily reminders of America’s mass psychosis, but I’m grateful for them, because they help me defeat the gaslighting. Voices around me say, “We’ve had problems before. America will always be here. God defends America. People will swing back the other way.” Those are voices of denial. We have never lived in a time like this. The very nature of our species is changing, too fast for any one of us to keep up or comprehend.

Actress Loses Career for Criticizing Third Reich’s Methods

I am not sure why I continue to blog. Human beings have become immune to the truth, and I keep saying it’s pointless to reason with them, so why come here and discuss America’s unstoppable, permanent slide into insanity?

Of course, not all of my posts are about pre-apocalyptic mass delusion. Often, I write about other things.

I think I write about the end of reason because it’s natural to want to say something when you witness a catastrophe, and also because a part of me that may be somewhat childish wants people to know I wasn’t fooled.

Gina Carano. Do you know who she is? I just found out. She’s an actress who has made a number of appearances on a Star Wars show. I have no interest in Star Wars because a) it promotes occultism, b) it posits an absurd universe in which Yahweh is not the supreme being, c) it’s written on a level suited for 12-year-olds (not bright ones), and d) it’s bad, internally inconsistent art steered by incompetent people who have never had a plan.

Nerds love to try to figure out what George Lucas was planning when he did this or that. He never planned anything. He never had a master plan for a series of movies that flowed from one another and didn’t contradict each other. He made one movie, and when it did well, he sat down and tried to think up a new one. He repeated the process several times, and he did a very poor job. Then Disney took over because it was obvious that he couldn’t handle things, and they aren’t doing any better.

In addition to all that, how can you take a sci-fi franchise seriously when it features ships that travel faster than light and firearms that shoot projectiles that top out at around 25 miles per hour?

It’s not my thing, but Ms. Carano made a living from it for a while. Then she got deleted by the cancel kids. Disney fired her and, in the process, libeled her.

She has offended in several ways.

She has been critical of mask policies. For this reason, fans rose up and demanded she be fired and erased from the public consciousness. Fired! Can you imagine? Pretend it’s 1955, polio is a big problem in America, and Lucille Ball has just said she thinks the vaccine doesn’t work. What would happen to her? Right. Nothing. Sane people don’t fire other people for amateur medical opinions.

She also put “boop/bop/beep” on her Twitter profile, after fans demanded she list her “pronouns.” She opined that Jeffrey Epstein didn’t kill himself, indicating her belief in a popular conspiracy theory.

Humor used to be legal in America. Remember? As for conspiracy theories, Kanye West accused a sitting president of murdering hundreds of people in New Orleans, and nothing happened to him. Of course, that was before he bought his first red hat.

She wrote a tweet criticizing voter fraud. She did not claim the election was illegitimate. Here’s what she said:

We need to clean up the election process so we are not left feeling the way we do today.
Put laws in place that protect us against voter fraud.
Investigate every state.
Film the counting.
Flush out the fake votes.
Require ID.
Make Voter Fraud end in 2020.
Fix the system.

There is nothing offensive about that. It’s common sense. Well, I just contradicted myself. What, in 2021, is more offensive than common sense? The name “Jesus,” I guess.

Regarding leftist tyranny, she wrote this:

“Jews were beaten in the streets, not by Nazi soldiers but by their neighbors…. even by children. Because history is edited, most people today don’t realize that to get to the point where Nazi soldiers could easily round up thousands of Jews, the government first made their own neighbors hate them simply for being Jews. How is that any different from hating someone for their political views?”

That was actually true. It’s common knowledge. The Germans and Austrians (and many citizens of occupied countries) hated the Jews as much as the Nazi leadership did. Anne Frank’s family was supposedly sold out by a Dutchman for $41. I say “supposedly” because I don’t know if the figure is accurate. He definitely sold them, resulting in their deaths, which followed great suffering.

Here is Lucasfilm’s incredible comment:

“Gina Carano is not currently employed by Lucasfilm and there are no plans for her to be in the future. Nevertheless, her social media posts denigrating people based on their culture and religious identities are abhorrent and unacceptable.

See if you can find anything in what she wrote that denigrates people based on their culture and religious identities. Obviously, there is no such material. In reality, she took up for Jews and other people who are abused because of their culture and religious identities.

Down is up, and left is right. Criticizing anti-Semitism is anti-Semitic. Welcome to the devil’s 2021 carnival funhouse, where the mirrors are moved every day.

Why am I writing this? I must be a hypocrite. I say it does no good to expose lies, but here I am, exposing them as though it mattered.

Satan and his children–and the cancel kids ARE his childen–are gaslighters. When someone gaslights you, there is a strong urge to contradict them publicly and to reach out to find support from other people that care about the truth. Maybe that’s why I’m here.

My dad and my sister were very abusive when I was growing up, and the gaslighting never stopped. I learned that exposing it was not gossip or revenge. It was a necessary cleansing, like washing a wound before it can get infected. We are being abused by the cancel kids, so it’s hard to resist exposing it. It will never end during this age, but it still feels good to come here and debunk Antichristian propaganda while my blog is still permitted to exist.

Of course, my blog has already been canceled. The Department of Defense classified it as a hate site, and I’m told it’s also unavailable in China. It’s nice when our president, the press, the DoD, and our communist enemies are all in the same bed. I can still reach many people, but around a fifth of the world’s population has already been protected from my dangerous ideas.

The Bible makes it clear that when Jesus returns, he will do some canceling of his own. He will cancel everyone who makes and loves a lie. That’s most of America. Until then, we will just have to do what we can to keep our heads about the rising tide of rhetorical sewage that gushes from willfully deranged leftists.

In heaven at the marriage of Christ, and on earth during the Messianic Age, we won’t have to brace ourselves every time we prepare to brave exposure to mainstream culture. You’ll never think, “I hope this won’t be too bad,” before clicking a link to a major news site. You’ll never feel like you’re wearing a muzzle because the people around you are dangerous lunatics just waiting to turn you in. The Antichrist’s kids will be in agony in hell or suffering greatly on earth, and you won’t have to block or unfriend them, because there will be no way for them to communicate with you or even show they exist.

It will be so wonderful to be free of them, I wonder if we’ll even notice the grief that accompanies the spectacle of observing their doom. Maybe it will take a while to stop focusing on the cessation of our own suffering.

I’m so glad I’m not dependent on public approval for my survival. I know people who are muzzled every day at work. It’s normal now. They can’t speak the truth, and they’re being forced to repeat the inanities coming from the dominant left. I just read that many midwives are forbidden to say “breastfeeding” now. They have to say “chestfeeding,” in order to avoid hurting the feelings of sick individuals who, I guess, don’t like being reminded they’re not women. Breast milk is now “chest milk.” It sounds disgusting. Like something that oozes out of a professional wrestler when his regimen of synthetic hormones is out of whack.

How do you talk like that without losing your mind? How many times a day can you repeat a repugnant lie, on pain of losing your job and falling into poverty, without turning to gin?

If Jesus waits long enough, they’ll come for me just like they’re coming for people who are handier due to their ties to the Antichrist’s economic combine. Right now, though, I’m free to say homosexuality is abominable, transsexuals don’t exist, and masks don’t work, without wondering if I’ll be living behind a dumpster next month.

They’re going to be really mad when they finally get around to me. I guarantee you that. Look at all the things I’ve written. And there is no forgiveness. In the kingdom of God, it’s possible for a serial rapist or a terrorist who has killed hundreds of people to be redeemed. In Satan’s kingdom, even small transgressions disqualify you permanently from participation in society. I don’t think Gina Carano will ever come back, and it would be laughable for me to ask to be spared.