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.

Sleepy Joe Considering Putting our Rights to Sleep

My friend Mike is planning to visit, and he lives in another state. Yesterday, he called and told me Biden’s underlings are talking about making it illegal to travel to and from Florida.

The first thing I wondered was whether a president had the power to do that.

Trump limited travel between NATIONS. That’s fine. The Constitution gives presidents the power to conduct foreign relations. Telling me I can’t drive to Atlanta is another matter. That’s a restriction of the Fifth Amendment’s guarantee of liberty and the First Amendment’s implied right to freedom of association. Where does the Constitution say a dementia patient who leads the executive branch can arbitrarily ignore these two fundamental rights?

The Fifth Amendment says the feds can’t deprive us of liberty without due process of law. What does “due process” mean when a man who will soon be in diapers decides to imprison 21 million people? Does it mean Biden has to go to the Supreme Court and file some sort of lawsuit? Does it mean he has to go to Congress? Search me (Fourth Amendment).

The Fourteenth Amendment provides the same guarantees as the Fifth, except it applies to states. That didn’t help people in Michigan. Their governor went all Nurse Ratched on them, and she got her way.

Can Biden pull it off by having his teleprompter help him declare a national emergency? Wouldn’t such a declaration be subject to judiciary review?

I don’t know how it works. My guess is that no one does. It sounds like one of those Constitutional gaps that breed litigation and bad decisions made by biased activist (i.e. “left-wing”) courts. Thank God we haven’t lost the Supreme Court yet.

It could be worse. The Fifth and Fourteenth Amendments could start out with, “A well regulated militia being necessary to the security of a free state.”

Our rights are extremely fragile now. I would say they’re actually gone. All that’s left is a facade. Our rights are like a painted structure eaten away from inside by termites. The surface looks fine, but don’t lean on it.

I told Mike what I always tell myself. You can’t let provocateurs and revolutionaries, who are very powerful on both sides of the aisle, engage your emotions. All this political nonsense is carnal and not really the business of people who are Spirit-led. It’s intended to ruin our faith, turn us into creatures of emotion, waste our time, and drive us to sin.

America is washed up, period. It’s done. The details and means don’t matter much, and it’s a very bad idea to get caught up in carnal resistance and agitation.

If you know any addicts, you know what I’m talking about. I mean real addicts who can’t be helped, not old ladies who took a couple of weeks to kick painkillers after knee replacement surgery. When someone close to you is an addict, you can’t spend your life chasing them around, wiping their rear end for them over and over. You have to cut them loose and let them die. Real addicts end up in three places: prison, institutions, and the grave. That information doesn’t come from me. It comes from medical doctrine. You’re not in charge of the universe, and you can’t change it. What you can do is withdraw and spend your time with people who can be helped. People who won’t drain your savings, steal your heirlooms, ruin your home, and make your life an unending taste of hell.

Maybe Biden will be able to turn Florida into a prison. Okay. He can’t come between me and God, though. He can’t defeat me. He can’t stop God’s blessings from pouring through me every minute of my life. He can’t prevent me from fulfilling my purpose, any more than he can speak unaided for a solid minute without getting lost.

It amazes me that leftists elected a man as unintelligent as Biden. I can’t recall any other stupid presidents. Biden graduated low in his class at a very bad law school, but look at his predecessors. Obama managed to get through one and a half Ivy League schools. Bush broke 1200 on the SAT. Clinton made it through law school at Yale. Bush I was Phi Beta Kappa at Yale. Reagan’s high intelligence is self-evident. Carter was inept, but he was an Annapolis graduate and nuclear engineer. Ford graduated high in his class at Yale Law. Nixon was sharp as a tack. LBJ fell apart in office, but he was very shrewd. Kennedy was smart, although not nearly as smart as he led people to believe. Biden is the only true dunce that has occupied the Oval Office in my lifetime.

People keep taking up for Biden as though he were Albert Einstein and Benjamin Cardozo, combined. Look what Wikipedia says about his brief, failed legal career: “Corporate law, however, did not appeal to him, and criminal law did not pay well.” Excuse me. Corporate law is pleasant and even somewhat intellectually stimulating, and the pay is excellent. Biden would have stuck it out had he been able to function. Criminal law is simple, and it pays very, very well if you win cases. Biden simply was not bright enough to make it, and you don’t have to be very smart to make money as a lawyer. That’s especially true in criminal law, which is very easy.

As a general rule, people in the bottoms of law school classes don’t have what it takes to do well in the profession. There are many exceptions, but Joe Biden is not one of them. He was a bad student in high school, and he also failed to distinguish himself at his state’s mediocre university, where he majored in simple fields.

Biden isn’t smart, and neither is his remaining son. It’s obvious from his son’s writings. Intelligence is mostly inherited. Biden’s success has been propelled by aggression and dishonesty, and he also has a monumental and helpful case of Dunning-Kruger Syndrome. He has self-confidence in inverse proportion to his ability.

Biden’s unlikely and ludicrous ascendancy is evidence of God’s withdrawal of favor. The Bible shows that a nation that turns away from God will be ruled by idiots and scoundrels, and that aliens will rise up and dominate the inhabitants.

A man who served as Vice President for 8 years, and who was denied the traditional role of successor due to his mental limitations, is now the left’s messiah. Look how far America has slipped.

Truth be told, he is not the first warning sign. Obama was an unaccomplished political zero put in place by affirmative action and Bush Derangement Syndrome. He had to get into Columbia via transfer, which is how poor prospects get in. The Ivy League’s heavy-handed affirmative action couldn’t save him on the first try, and that’s saying something. His SAT score (which he will not reveal) must have been extremely low in order for Columbia to reject him. Harvard Law scooped him up, and he headed the law review, but he never wrote an article. Why? Because he couldn’t. The position was a sop based on his skin color. The sole purpose of law review membership is to produce articles. Obama is relatively bright, but he has never said or done anything remotely clever. Everything is handed to him.

As much as I love Trump, I have to admit he isn’t a class act. He’s crass. He is often childish. His sexual and marital history is heavily blemished. He did a wonderful job, but he’s no genetic aristocrat. Could such a person have survived the first primary in 1980? I often wonder if God gave us Trump because he didn’t want to subject a nice person to the cruelty and abuse Trump went through.

The people who rule America are going to look worse and worse as time passes. Californians like to say everything California gets comes to the rest of the nation 5 years later. That’s part of the fatuous California ego. It will surely happen with regard to leadership. California, Washington, and Oregon show that there is no limit to the stupidity of the things a majority of an electorate can believe and support.

The waters of evil are rising, they’re never going to stop rising, and the areas of high ground are getting smaller and farther apart. There is no point in poring over the news every day to try to figure out what we should do. There is nothing we can do. We had our chance. The best thing now is to get close to God and see if you can get inside the bubble of his protection.

America is being destroyed, and the option of saving it is gone. Now there are only two options left: sinking with the ship, or getting in a lifeboat.

I read something else that interested me, while I was looking into the possibility that I might end up living in a prison state. I saw that medical people think coronavirus variants that don’t respond to our current vaccines will develop.

How about THAT?

I’ve been sitting here trying to get God’s guidance about taking the existing vaccine, but it may well be that there would be no point, even if it worked and had no adverse effects. Coronavirus may turn out to be a lot like the common cold. It may dance around our efforts to eradicate it for the remainder of the age. Funny how the experts and bigwigs aren’t talking about this.

What if we have to have masks, lockdowns, attrition, and social distancing FOREVER?

It gets worse. What if coronavirus becomes substantially more deadly? Usually, diseases become less lethal, but that’s not always true, and coronavirus is crazy.

There are certain types of beneficial plants that develop blights that never kill them off entirely, yet which keep them sickly and few in number. It also happens to animals. That could be our future until Jesus comes. We could end up like the chestnut trees.

One of the big problems with coronavirus is that you can’t look at it today and plan future strategies based on its current form. No one can say it won’t be more infectious or more deadly in the future. It keeps mutating. Look how long it took us to create vaccines for the common strains we have right now. If nastier types develop, should we expect similar one-year lags?

Biden’s Florida ruminations are based on the belief that Florida has a heavier load of more-destructive viruses. Here’s the obvious question: how will locking up Florida prevent other mutations from happening right here in America? If it can happen in Africa and Europe, it can happen in the single biggest coronavirus reservoir on Earth.

Current vaccines aren’t completely effective against the prevalent strains, new strains are already out there, more new strains will certainly develop this year and every year after that, and it takes a year to create a new vaccine.

It sure looks like we are hearing the entrance music of the pale horseman of the apocalypse.

As for the red horseman, murder, something interesting is happening. If you want .22 or 9mm ammunition, you have a problem. It’s hard to find, unless you want to pay several times what it’s worth. I can’t even find obscure calibers like .204 Ruger. Guess what is available? AR-15 and AK-47 ammo. Think about that. You can get all the .223 and 7.62 you want, and prices aren’t all that bad. What are these rounds used for? Combat. Life is tough if you want to shoot harmlessly in matches or in the forest, but if you want to amass 10,000 rounds of calibers developed for the purpose of filling high-capacity combat weapons, all you have to do is point and click. For $2000, you can have enough ammo to kill and wound other Americans for months of active fighting.

We’re being set up for a shooting civil war. Can that really be a coincidence?

Everything we hold onto is shaking, and the shaking gets worse all the time. Sooner or later, we will reach a crescendo.

I hope one of two things happens: either things quiet back down and revival and evangelism are restored, or Jesus comes for us and I can forget about the world’s problems. Sitting here doing nothing is getting old.

I refuse to worry, and I will not let myself be dragged into activism. My earthly nation is finished, but my real nation–the nation of heaven–will never be shaken. God will stay by me and lift me above this mess. I don’t have to scrap and fuss in the carnal mosh pit.

By the way, Project Veritas has been banned by Twitter. You will eventually get the same treatment.

Surfing the Shock Wave of America’s Demise

I have often said I don’t get depressed. Depression was my normal state for my first three decades. I was crippled by a very dysfunctional family, I didn’t have enough character to overcome it, I didn’t know enough about God to get his help, and what I did know, I didn’t use. I wasn’t suicidal, homicidal, or ready for an institution, but I felt very bad a lot of the time.

After I was about 30, I didn’t have problems with depression, except for a short period while I was having problems in graduate school. I found some secular tools that helped temporarily, and before they ran out of gas, I turned back to God, and after that, I was fine.

Lately, though, I have started to feel a little listless. The inauguration sowed the seed. Over the last week or so, I’ve felt down, compared to my usual outlook.

Earthly life started to seem pointless. I was confident that America, the last major nation that was dominated by, and hospitable to, Christians, was in its death throes. I looked around me at the hysterical, irrational, ineffective restrictions imposed on us because of coronavirus, and it seemed to me that we were locked in place. Freedom of association was gone. Our ability to gather was a thing of the past. Evangelism and all the other functions Christians are supposed to perform were drastically curtailed, and online resources we used to compensate were being taken away by the cancel kids and their demon masters.

Our ability to accomplish our purpose by conventional means was greatly reduced, and we were headed into a time of extreme persecution which couldn’t end without ending the age we live in. Humanity was done with us for the most part, and only Jesus could rescue us and take us away.

This morning, I thought about it, and I realized the problem was not depression. It was grief.

Depression is sick and irrational. When you’re depressed, you tell yourself things that aren’t true. “I’m a loser.” “People don’t like me.” “My problems will get worse and worse. They will never be solved.” Grief is different. Grief, like joy, is a normal response to real events.

I was feeling grief because I believed my earthly country and my birth world were in the process of dying.

Grief is not an illness. It’s normal and proper. It’s not something you can treat away, because it has a real root that sustains it. Depression can be fixed by using supernatural tools, and even earthly tools can help a lot. Depression is abnormal and unhealthy, so you have to do something about it. Grief, on the other hand, has to be endured until it wears off.

Maybe that’s not completely true, though. Maybe God is willing to give Christians who are close to him supernatural joy to insulate us from grief while the world withers and the majority of people around us give themselves completely and permanently to the Antichrist. That must be true, because it’s exactly how God works, but how effective will his help be? We will still be bombarded with evidence of humanity’s self-destruction every day, and surely this will sometimes upset us.

I wonder if I’m feeling my own grief. I know God grieves, and sometimes he puts his own feelings in us.

I remember the first time I felt his grief. I’ve written about it before. I was visiting the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum. I saw huge mounds of shoes and eyeglasses the Nazis and their collaborators took from Jews who were later murdered. I felt grief saturate me, and I knew it didn’t come from me. I’m not so sensitive or empathic that I naturally get upset by sights like that.

I feel grief when I think about that visit. I also feel grief whenever I see a photo or video of the World Trade Center’s towers. That’s not me. I’m more jaded than that.

Am I feeling God’s grief now, or am I just reacting the the prospect of spending the remaining years or days of my life in a nation and a world in which my vile enemies have been given permament hegemony? It’s like being on a ship where a majority of those aboard have voted to beat the rest of us to death and run into an iceberg.

I tend to think of God as someone who is perpetually happy, but that’s wrong. What’s the shortest verse in the Bible? “Jesus wept.” God has expressed sorrow many times. Jesus told the Jews how he had wanted to embrace them and help them, even as their leaders were in the process of working to murder him. Through the prophets, God has told us about his sadness and his anger. I always think of heaven as a place where there is no unhappiness, but that’s wrong. God himself experiences unhappiness. I don’t know if people in heaven can be unhappy, but God can, at least until all his enemies are far away, burning forever, and the suffering of his children is finished.

I don’t know how long I’ll be here, and I still have to function. I have to attend to my responsibilities, and I don’t want unhappiness to become my normal state, so I can’t sit and wallow in grief. I’m going to apply my knowledge and get God’s help every day. Maybe I’ll be on Earth another 20 years and there will be enough pleasure and success in it to make it well worth it. I can’t sit and do nothing and bank on the rapture.

I wonder if there is still some way for things to improve. Will some way for Christians to socialize and do their job materialize? Will a day come when the masks come off? That would be nice. I don’t see it happening, though. We are being lied to on a grand scale. The government pays hospitals richly to call deaths “coronavirus-related,” so we are seeing obscenely inflated tallies which politicians will continue to use to extend their control. We’re supposed to believe America has 450,000 deaths, while Africa, which has a huge, unruly population and very limited medical resources, has a small fraction of that number. There are 1.3 billion people in Africa, and all of Africa has been exposed, so where are the deaths?

We’re also being told the seasonal flu magically disappeared. If the CDC is to be believed, there is no flu epidemic this year. The infection and death rates are close to zero. That doesn’t happen. Obviously, flu deaths are being turned into profitable coronavirus deaths. Either that, or God has restrained the flu and given us an “impossible” scenario in able to make us understand that coronavirus came from him.

Next, we’ll probably be told the vaccines are disappointing. They’ll probably keep telling us they work wonders, to get us to take them, and then those lucrative coronavirus deaths will mysteriously keep coming, enabling the government to keep the shackles in place and increase our ties to the socialist colonial organism.

It will be interesting to see what happens, but I don’t expect things to get better.

I had a weird thought about the way coronavirus attacks prisons and old folks’ homes while sparing the young. Is it possible the plague is focusing on people who are too corrupt to be changed?

It wouldn’t be all that controversial to suggest that prisons are full of hopeless, evil sociopaths who might as well be dead and who would be typical targets for God’s plagues, but can I really be serious when I say residents of assisted living facilities also draw God’s wrath?

Here’s something to think about. It’s a fact. Old unbelievers are extremely unlikely to change. Any evangelist will tell you this. People who can never belong to God because of pride and love of sin will, obviously, get old without improving. What kind of elderly people end up in homes? Not the blessed kind. Dementia and physical disabilities are curses.

Maybe ALF’s are getting hit hard not because of the confinement and the apathy of the caregivers, but because the resident population contains a lot of people whose nature attracts curses such as plagues.

If you’re locked in a building that smells like urine and feces, other people tell you what to do, you don’t know your children’s names, and you’re wearing a diaper, aren’t you cursed already? Why should one more curse be a surprise?

On the other end of the spectrum, children have very little culpability and much more potential, and it’s rare for children to die from covid or even to have symptoms. The older a population gets, the larger the percentage of culpable people becomes, and coronavirus works the same way. The older you are, the bigger the threat.

It looks a lot like progressive punishment.

It’s impossible to make sense of coronavirus. Either the facts they give us are false, or the disease itself defies the laws of nature. Or both things are true.

Nothing about coronavirus makes sense. The Chinese should have nipped it in the bud. They did a much better job with SARS, so we know they could have done better this time. Other countries should have focused on isolating the vulnerable instead of punishing all of us needlessly and inflicting unnecessary economic hardship. Once the virus was established, it shouldn’t have had any effect on the flu rate. It should have hit Africa harder than any other continent, but Africa has been spared, and wealthy America has the worst statistics. It virtually disappeared in China, in spite of everything the government did to help it spread. Established science told us masks don’t do much to stop the spread of respiratory bugs, and experts admitted this at first. Then they got the government to force us to wear masks anyway, and there was no noticeable flattening of the curve. Lockdowns should have worked, but they didn’t affect the curve, either, any more than they would have affected the curse on Egypt’s firstborn. Masks and lockdowns haven’t worked, and we need to be set free in order to avoid a recession, but our liberty is decreasing, not increasing.

The expert explanations are silly theories that are more heavily based on politics than science, and even experts don’t claim their theories are solid. They admit they’re guessing.

This is 2021. We know how epidemics work. Why can’t we figure coronavirus out?

If there is one blessing about the upheavals we see around us, it’s that God is helping us to see who and what can be relied on. I learned I couldn’t trust certain things I did in order to communicate with God. I got the impression that the rapture was coming in December, and it didn’t happen (unless it was really small), so that was a good lesson for me. A whole bunch of people “prophesied” that Trump would win, and some are still doing it while our permanently-gagged ex-President plays golf in Florida. I’ve only seen one individual admit he was wrong. Many people are clinging to bizarre theories and refusing to hold false prophets accountable, but the honest have learned there are certain people they can’t trust. That’s positive.

Here are a few of the preachers who prophesied incorrectly:

Kat Kerr
Kim Clement
Pat Robertson
Bill Johnson
Kris Valloton (admitted error later but pulled down apology video due to pressure from supporters)
Paula White
Hank Kunneman
Jeremiah Johnson
Mark Taylor
Lance Wallnau
Denise Goulet
Greg Locke
Marcus Rogers

Trump advisor Kenneth Copeland, who is about as good a copy of Satan as there could ever be, denied Biden’s victory and went into a bizarre spasm of what appeared to be demonic laughter.

These people, aside from the lunatic Copeland, who is beyond help, should really be talking about their failure instead of holing up and hoping people will forget. No one is going to forget. The enemies of God will still be reminding us when Jesus comes. I’m surprised their prophecies weren’t included in Super Bowl commercials. Pretending nothing happened is disgraceful and silly.

I thought Trump would win, but I never claimed it was a prophecy or a certainty, because I didn’t know for sure. I felt it would be very much in line with the increasing polarization and hate in America. I thought if Trump won, it would inflame already-smoldering insane leftist hate and cause our cold civil war to go hot. That made sense to me, and I also felt great faith for a Trump win when I prayed, but while God was surely willing to answer our prayers, American voters, who actually held the power to decide, were not.

Sometimes we pray to God when the only ones who can answer our prayers are other people.

A guy I used to think heard from the Holy Spirit now says the government of the United States has been arrested. Apparently, the troops in DC have arrested everyone who is against Trump, and he will be brought back in triumph. He has not explained how Pelosi and the rest still appear in public, doing their jobs without shackles. How he can believe what he believes and still be sane enough to function is beyond me.

Trump associated with the wrong people. He palled around with money preachers and self-promoters. Maybe this is why he failed. I can relate. I used to associate with them, too. Maybe if he had been in touch with the Holy Spirit, and he had surrounded himself with real men of God, God would have been able to shape his actions so he would have been more appealing to the electorate.

Too many Christians ended up worshiping Trump, America, and ourselves.

For a long time, I’ve been asking God to take down the corrupt ministries and bring power and help to the people who speak the truth. The money preachers took a big hit when Trump lost, so does that mean God is also helping hordes of obscure individuals who are out there giving people the straight dope? I hope so. I’ve been expecting that to happen for years.

I’m going to keep focusing on prayer and repentance. I’m going to try to get God’s help to increase the activities that work for me. I don’t know how pleasant life can be under the current circumstances, but I want to make the most of it instead of being a whiner and accomplishing nothing.

My Creationism is Better Than Yours

I am free. I deleted my Christian Mingle account. I didn’t just cancel it. I removed it. I also removed my credit card from my account, because I had read about people having difficulty stopping payments.

The last straw came when I realized even the ugly and very old “women” who contacted me were generally men in Africa. It was like a vision of hell. I see hell as a place where nothing goes right and you are reminded constantly that you have failed. That’s Christian Mingle.

When I was a little kid, I had nightmares most nights. I had the same dreams over and over. In one of the dreams, I was at a party. We were outdoors. It was a beautiful day. There was grass under our feet, and we were surrounded by trees. It felt like a birthday party in my honor. I would approach the other partygoers, and adults I really liked would come up to me and smile and hold their arms out. Then every part of them would start to twist and fall to pieces, and as this happened, their expressions would change from warm smiles to cruel leers. The leers would persist until their faces were gone.

This, in a nutshell, is what Christian Mingle is like. You start communicating with someone who has a very interesting profile and reasonably attractive pictures. Then you get a message that says something like, “hi handsome how is you doing come to hangouts for my sexy foto.”

I have always believed my childhood nightmares came from demons who enjoyed bullying children. I guess they moonlight in the pus-oozing souls of dating scammers.

If the scammers are like demons, the management of Christian Mingle is like Satan himself. It oversees them. It knows about the scammers, and it could get rid of the majority of them in a week, with simple software changes. Those changes are not made, because scammers pay. Christian Mingle gets a big percentage of its revenue from them. In reality, they are probably more important to Christian Mingle than real customers. Real customers get disgusted and leave, but scammers stick around like stubborn stains. To leave Christian Mingle would be to give up their careers.

I think some of the morbidly obese women I heard from are real, although they might not be, because Africans tend to think obese women are sexy, and they may assume Americans feel the same way. I think the lady with no hands or feet was real. The 77-year-old was probably real. Other than that, just about everyone was clearly a scammer.

As for my other forays into new Internet arenas, MeWe is going well, and I rarely look at Rumble.

MeWe is the alternative to Facebook. It in no way compares to Facebook. It has a tiny membership. But the people are less insane, censorship and punishment for thoughtcrime are extremely light, and MeWe doesn’t chase you all over the web, selling you to untold thousands of annoying advertisers.

I have had some issues with MeWe. I joined an AR-15 group because the AR-15 is an extremely, amazingly difficult gun to understand, work on, and use, and I thought I would find help. I quit the group because the members were hostile, immature potential mass shooters.

Okay, I don’t know if they’re potential mass shooters, but I think militia membership is a serious possibility for many of them. And I got tired of watching their profane chat roll by in a window I could not completely get rid of.

I dumped the group without notice. It wasn’t for me.

I also declined two contact requests. I realized they were from right-wing spammers who wanted to fill my screen with political memes. I have an existing contact who does the same thing, but I muted him or whatever.

I joined a gun group, and today some idiot put up a porn spam post. It was a photo of a whore in her underwear, and the caption said something like, “Do you want to see my gun?” What is that supposed to mean? I blocked and reported the account, but I still belong to the group.

Other than these problems, the site is okay. I have had useful interactions with other men who use tools.

Rumble seems to be about 98% political content and spam, and political spam. Other than that, not much happens there. But you can put up a video with the title “Sodomy is an Abomination” and not be bothered. I think you can also put up nearly any gun-related content you want. Not sure.

I criticized the movie 2001 here the other day. Then I did something which may sound odd. I borrowed the novel from The Open Library. I finished it yesterday afternoon.

It was a very creepy experience. As I have said, the book ends with a single man aging in luxurious but solitary quarters while a superior being looks after him and installs upgrades. Then he leaves his worn-out body and becomes a giant space baby, implying he has evolved into a better life form. The story bothers me, because I am a single man aging in luxurious but solitary quarters while a superior being looks after me and installs upgrades.

I always say the earth is God’s womb, and our purpose here is to make it through gestation and be born into a better universe.

The book’s author is Arthur Clarke, an eccentric engineer who did something or other that was really important in the development of communications satellites.

Here is the obvious question: why make up a creation myth involving imaginary beings that do pretty much what God does, when you could just accept God? Likely answer: because you’re too proud to do things God’s way. You want to hold onto self-confidence. You don’t want to give up sin. You don’t want to lose your homosexual friends. Hey, living rooms don’t decorate themselves.

You know how the story works. Aliens leave an object on earth, and it improves monkeys so they can use tools. They turn into human beings. Then another object improves human beings so one of them turns into a big onmipotent space baby. In the novel, the space baby goes back to Earth and blows up an orbiting device which threatens to rain nuclear destruction. I think this means he’s ending the nuclear race, but I’m not sure, since detonating the device, for all I know, is his way of spraying away a bothersome human infestation.

My guess is that it’s Clarke’s clumsy, predictable comment on bad, bad nuclear weapons.

Here’s the weird thing about the novel: it posits a world in which evolution does not happen. It’s a denial of science.

If the aliens hadn’t left the big black box with the monkeys, they would have starved to death due to stupidity. The novel doesn’t just imply this. It states it. The monkeys live in a world which has been stricken with drought for 10 million years. They are too dumb to form social attachments. They are even too stupid to fight together when leopards show up. Clarke tells us the idea of uniting against natural enemies doesn’t occur to them. Without help, they will never make it.

This is not the way nature works. It’s amazing how ignorant Clarke was. Even bees will gather to fight intruders. I’m not going to sit here and make a list of animals that gang up on other animals. It’s too obvious a notion to have to defend. Even rats have social attachments.

The idea that animals just give up and die out when nature changes is pretty much the opposite of what the theory of evolution predicts. I studied evolution in college under a naturalist, and while I am no expert, I can give you the basics. The environment provides challenges known as selection forces or something like that. In a sufficiently large population of creatures, there will generally be some individuals that possess genetic advantages that allow them to reproduce a lot in spite of the pressures. Those advantages become more common in the general population as the descendants of the advantaged creatures replace the descendants of the ones that can’t hack it. Sooner or later, the advantages become standard equipment. This, science tells us, is how we made the transition from globs of inanimate proteins, then to people who think Kim Kardashian is interesting, then to monkeys, and then to classical composers and theoretical physicists.

If it sounds like a stupid theory, I agree. There are big holes in it, and you can read about them in works written by evolutionist diehards, not just creationists.

A lot of people think evolution means the process of going from simple creatures to brilliant, complicated creatures. That’s totally wrong. There is no reason why evolution couldn’t make creatures dumber and simpler. The driving force is reproductive success, not nature’s innate craving for symphonies and fusion reactors. It’s a little odd that evolutionists think human intelligence is the product of evolution, given the way trashy people out-reproduce smart ones.

Why an atheist engineer would write an anti-science, pro-creationism book is beyond me. My guess is that he didn’t see it for what it was. He may have been a brilliant engineer, but STEM people tend to be lacking in other types of intelligence as well as common sense.

2001 is definitely a creationist book. It just substitutes black boxes for the actual creator.

Here’s a problem for Clarke: if the super-evolved alien beings were necessary to improve human beings and turn them into similar beings, who did it for the aliens? In his version of science, the ancestors of the aliens would have been just as lame as ours, but they didn’t have other aliens to help them, so where did they come from?

From the vortex of cognitive dissonance. That’s my bet. The same place where Jews got the idea that leftists who hate Israel are their friends and conservative Christians are their enemies. The place where Americans got the idea that the Proud Boys are terrorists but BLM and Antifa are civil rights organizations.

Clarke was not a deep thinker, outside of engineering. It looks like he’s in the same boat as Einstein, a man whose useless remarks about life get way too much admiration, simply because he was good at one thing.

I feel like going outside now and blasting a couple of squirrels I just saw in the yard. Wish me luck.

This Blog is my Silver Alert System

Today I decided to borrow 2001: a Space Odyssey from the Open Library.

Why did I do it? Something akin to morbid curiosity. I wanted to see if the book was as bad as the movie.

You’re not supposed to say 2001 or any other Kubrick movie is bad, but it was. It was extremely boring, and the uninteresting theme could be summarized on a postage stamp. A kid in elementary school (or, more likely, in his freshman year of college and high on weed) could have come up with it, and I’m sure many, many have.

Kubrick made other bad movies. The Shining was awful. I can’t understand how The Killing ever made it past the script stage. I threw out my Paths of Glory DVD. Full Metal Jacket was entertaining until Pyle died, but overall, it was a clumsy slander of the United States and our military.

Dr. Strangelove was a brilliant comedy with a trite, nonilluminating premise, but the credit should probably go to the screenwriter. A Clockwork Orange was very entertaining. Not the healthiest fare, however. Kubrick made beatings, murder, and rape funny. They’re actually not.

I haven’t seen any other Kubrick films. Maybe they’re fantastic and I missed out. I may have seen Spartacus, but I can’t recall. I know I’ve seen bits of it. It appears that it didn’t rock my world.

Kubrick is like Robert Altman. People fawn over him, but when you watch his films, it makes you wonder if they were paid off.

If you’re not familiar with 2001, let me ruin it for you. I’m doing you a favor.

A big box appears to filthy monkeys who will later evolve into us. It magically enables them to use tools, so they learn to use bones as clubs. Then the movie skips a little bit of our history, and we find another box on the moon, where we have a base. The box sends radio waves to Jupiter. How we figure out they were aimed specifically at Jupiter, I do not know. We send a huge spacecraft to Jupiter. The spacecraft’s paranoid computer kills all but one crew member. That crew member ends up alone in a badly decorated hotel room in space, where he spends about 60 years getting old and dying. He expires as another box looks on from the foot of his bed. Then he turns into a giant space embryo.

That’s really all there is to it.

If it doesn’t sound profound or even clever to you, I can relate. If Interstellar is a Shakespeare play, 2001 is a Dick and Jane book.

See the box. See the monkeys. “Dick, do you see the bone?,” said Jane.

One reason I felt like looking at the book (a project I may well abandon) is that I feel somewhat like Dave, the crew member trapped in the hotel room. I am in a luxurious environment, secluded from humanity, while a greater being improves me and prepares me for the next phase of my existence.

My computers have not tried to kill me yet, however.

Or maybe they have, but they’re being really sneaky about it.

I think my ice cream machine will get me first.

In other news, my Christian Mingle situation continues to deteriorate. I complained because I was running into only two types of women: numerous African men, with gorgeous stolen photos, pretending to be women, and a trickle of ugly women who were all too real. Since then, I have learned that some of the ugly women are also scammers.

What does it say about you when African con artists think you’re so desperate you’ll abandon all the rules of Internet safety in order to talk to a woman who looks like Roger Ebert? It’s definitely not a compliment.

If I were that desperate, I wouldn’t be single, now would I?

Desperate people marry young.

It reminds me of one of life’s strange truths: many successful prostitutes are ugly. There are beautiful women all over the world who can’t get a date, yet extremely unattractive women do a brisk trade, charging men for sex. I guess there must be Minglers who jump at the chance to converse with women I would cross the street in order to avoid making eye contact with.

Or maybe African scammers are even worse at their jobs than I thought.

I have noticed that women do something I have done. Sometimes the site sends me matches, and I’ll “like” women who look like possibles, just so they’ll be saved in case I decide to go back to them. When I look for them later, their profiles are gone. It means they looked at my profile, shrieked in horror, and blocked me. Maybe some of them have changed their names and moved to foreign countries.

I can’t complain. I’ve done it, too. I quit, though. Now when someone who could never, ever work out contacts me, I send them a very gentle rejection message. I don’t know if it helps, but it seems like the stand-up thing to do. It has to be better than hiding and treating them as though they’re not important enough to receive a response. I also pray for people I reject.

It won’t be long until my subscription runs out, and then I’ll be free again. Right now, I can’t quit looking. I am driven by curiosity. The desire to check the site is strong, but it’s not as strong as my desire to avoid giving the company more money.

The considerable unpleasantness of being involved in a ripoff dating site full of scammers is greater than the mild unpleasantness of living alone. Reaching out has actually made my life worse.

Am I going to be alone for the rest of my life? Could be. I know I’m not going to hitch myself to a woman in whom I have no interest. Maybe I should try to figure out what kind of preparation a man has to make when he expects to die single. Should I get an alert bracelet in case I fall off a ladder? Should I get disability insurance so I’ll end up in a relatively nice facility if I become demented?

Maybe old single men should form networks and keep an eye on each other. “I’m getting in the shower. If I don’t text again in half an hour, send help.”

I wonder if I could buy one of those 2001 boxes. I don’t know if it would work out. They like standing at the food of the bed, so I would constantly be telling it to get out from in front of the TV.

God will take care of my problems. I won’t worry about the future. Worst-case scenario: I don’t get everything I want here on earth, but in a few short years, I die and go where I really want to be.

Fauxcahontas Wants your Wampum

Yesterday I made my second batch of butter pecan ice cream, and it was pretty bad. Things went well, however. By making bad ice cream, I learned how to make excellent ice cream.

My first batch of butter pecan was very, very good, but it didn’t have as much flavor as I wanted. I saw recipes calling for brown sugar, and I doubted them, so I used white sugar. I paid the price. I decided to keep looking at recipes to find out if brown sugar really was what I needed.

In the process, I found a recipe from…I almost typed “jackass”…from a pro, and it said to steep the pecans in hot milk to add pecan flavor to the ice cream. I tried this, and I also used brown sugar. I decided to use more salt than I used in my first batch. It just seemed like the thing to do.

The pecans were soggy and the ice cream was too salty. Instead of frozen bliss, I tasted rubbery defeat.

I know what to do. No steeping, brown sugar, and less salt. Today I expect to make a pan of butter pecan the angels would gladly fall in order to taste.

My fried chicken experiments continue to go poorly. It seems like it’s just not possible to make really good fried chicken from skinless chicken. I don’t like skinless chicken, and I consider it a spineless concession to the neurotic feminization of cookery, but thanks to the skin-haters, finding a chicken under three pounds is impossible. When chickens get bigger than that, they are not worth frying.

I don’t know why it’s so hard to get chicken right when I get such spectacular results with other foods. Chicken seems to hate me.

Maybe I should pressure-cook big, inappropriate pieces of chicken until they’re done and then fry them.

I continue to wonder what’s going to happen to the world. I feel as though humanity has stampeded off a cliff, and I’m the only one left behind. I have a real Omega Man complex, only without the desire to turn a machine gun on the neighbors. I feel like what goes on in the world has very little to do with me.

I know many others are in the same boat, but I don’t know them or interact with them, so it’s as if they don’t exist.

Ordinarily I don’t get lonely or bored, but things are different now. I feel like I’ve been separated from the world and I’m killing time in the landing zone while I wait for the chopper.

I make ice cream. This is what fills my days, along with shooting and squirrel hunting.

I try not to look at the news, but sometimes I do. Yesterday I saw that Elizabeth Warren is trying to get a wealth tax through congress. Who predicted that? Don’t hurt yourself trying to find the answer. It was me.

Income taxes and other taxes are bad, but wealth taxes are the supreme taxation evil. When they tax your income and your purchases, you still have some hope of retiring and dying in comfort. When they come for what you already paid tax on, the world crumbles under your feet and you have to consider unthinkable futures such as one in which you share a big, dirty room with other paupers in a government-run assisted living facility.

Warren is going after the “ultra-rich,” of course. When you pass totalitarian measures, you have to start by attacking segments of the population who have very few votes. She wants to take 2% of what they have. So if you have a billion-dollar net worth, kiss $20 million goodbye, in cash, in addition to the death tax your kids will have to pay. If you have to close your business or borrow to keep it going, so sorry. Not all billionaires have a lot of cash.

What happens if inflation makes us all “ultra-rich”? What if everyone is a billionaire in 5 years?

The Germans used to use wheelbarrows full of paper money to buy groceries because little things cost millions of marks.

It will be amusing to see how leftist tycoons react. I can’t lie. I hope I can prevent myself from reading about it. Nearly all wealthy leftists are hypocrites. They will not like the sensation when the tiger they fed bites their hands and chews off their fingers. It’s not at all like the gentle kissing of their posteriors which they have become used to.

Redistribution of land is already underway in some places. California has passed laws against single-family zoning. If things go as planned–think about this–Barbra Streisand’s neighbors should be able to build poverty apartments a few feet from the walls of her estate. It’s impossible for me not to find the prospect amusing. What will leftist elites in walled compounds do when their friends start building low-income housing right next door in order to enhance their social credit? I wonder how Cher will take it when rap music is hammering at her windows at three a.m., furniture and rotten garbage start piling up on her swales, and ladders start popping up on her walls in the middle of the night.

Bel Air and Beverly Hills could become gang territories. Stars might have to go to Ralph’s and Bulgari in armed convoys. I welcome it. I want to see if it will change their minds. But I know it won’t, because they’re ensnared in demonic insanity.

I think some leftist star will build a housing project behind his or her home. I think someone will want to perform a major wokeness display. Probably a star who lives somewhere else but maintains a California house.

Here’s something I’ve noticed about unsuccessful cultures like mine: in unsuccessful cultures, educated people who do well and obey the law are expected to pal around with illiterates and criminals. I’m from Eastern Kentucky, and people there are expected to associate with everyone, regardless of their social station. Black people are the same way. Maybe it’s a supernatural curse, and we’re starting to see it applied to mainstream white Americans.

It’s not a good thing. No one should be proud, but people who are cursed tend to be infectious. Their curses tend to spread. It’s best to associate with blessed people.

I feel as though America is already dead and the scavengers and worms have started to eat the body.

It makes perfect sense. What happened to Jerusalem when it abandoned God? The walls were torn down, men of quality were killed, their sons were taken away and castrated, women were raped, wealth was confiscated, and outsiders moved in and ran things. Biden is dissolving our borders, cursed people are gaining more access to blessed people and their wealth, and the types of people who built America are being persecuted and disempowered.

As for the rapture, what happens when a body dies? Its spirit–the thing that gave it life–goes elsewhere.

I will be surprised if Warren gets her way, because I guarantee you, enraged rich people have been berating their paid-for legislators ever since she opened her trap. Leftist hypocrites are surely squawking the loudest.

I will be surprised, but then I was surprised to see she had the gall to propose the law in the first place. I was surprised when Biden won. I was surprised when we lost the Senate. How can it be that I’m always surprised to see things happen when they’re completely consistent with what I predict?

I hope the law passes. I want to see how the rich react, and I want to see what Congress does. I may learn that I’m an alarmist, or I may find out things are going as I thought they would.

I should get started on the ice cream. I really think it will work this time.