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.

America’s Real God is Coming After You

I am looking at the news too much.

Today I looked at a couple of things. I saw extraordinary injustice and insanity, coming from leftists. I’ll mention a couple of examples.

First, Biden has appointed the partner of one of his son’s lawyers to a DOJ position in which he will have a supervisory role in the investigation of his son’s possible crimes. If you know anything about legal ethics, you know this is bad. It would be very bad in civil litigation among private parties. It’s even worse when the government does things like this in connection with criminal cases involving a president’s son. Because of the impracticality of banning this kind of thing, there are complicated rules about walling attorneys who might collude improperly off from each other. These rules rely on the honor of the attorneys involved. It’s not a great system. What Biden did smells. I predict the investigators will make findings consistent with Hunter Biden’s wildest dreams.

Second, I read about a California teacher who wrote an opinion piece saying a photo of Bernie Sanders wearing a winter coat and mittens was proof of white privilege. He was photographed at the inauguration. Her reasoning goes like this: because Sanders is white, it’s okay for him to wear casual winter clothing at an important political event.

It was sickening to read. It’s a taste of my future. If I mind my own business, it doesn’t matter. If I help black people, it doesn’t matter. I’ve already been convicted. A pretext will be fabricated later. Sanders, a champion of hysterical racist victimhood proponents, is being tried over mittens. For me, it may be socks, a hat (we’ve already seen that), or what I ate for dinner one night. Eventually, we may have a system in which people like me are arrested for no reason at all, on the presumption that we’re dangerous racists. They’ll cart us to jail, and if we’re really lucky, we’ll get a chance to disprove the presumption, in front of people who have already made up their minds.

Some people are angry at the teacher, but there is no outcry to have her fired, as there should be. I’m all for free political speech, but this woman is pushing her hatred into high school students. If she were a cashier, an engineer, or a doctor, I would have no problem with her expressing her sick views. Sick views need to be exposed. The problem is that she pressured kids to swallow them, from a position of power.

She’s not alone. Her demonic babble is right in line with BLM and Antifa talking points.

Democrats are petting the man-eating tiger, hoping it will eat everyone else while sparing them and serving them. Sadly, the tiger wants to eat everyone who doesn’t fit a certain profile.

You can go through the news these days and find countless examples of insane and hateful behavior, coming from our new and permanent rulers, and the frequency of the outrages is ramping up.

It’s very helpful to be reminded that America is finished. Reason will never matter again during this age. Injustice will soon be the rule, everywhere. We can’t fix it. There is no point in getting agitated about it or wasting our resources on trying to save our former country.

God keeps telling me to let go. America is not my primary nation. It’s just the place where I have to live until I leave the earth. The children of God, wherever they are found, are my primary nation. Unlike America, they can be helped. They can be made safe, prosperous, healthy, and content. People who reject God, and who think secular solutions like red hats are the answers, can’t.

We’re going to continue getting hit in the face with reminders, and that’s good, because it’s so hard to believe America is over. It’s hard to believe a country that was so orderly and strong can be like Nazi Germany, Cambodia, Cuba, or Burma. We need the reminders, because otherwise, we’ll keep putting our faith in snake oil and militias.

The more deeply you understand that God alone is your protection, the more effectively you will seek his help.

I say, “Bring it on.” Get it over with. Start confiscating houses. Nationalize bank accounts and businesses. Put people in camps. Take away guns. Let’s finish this and prepare for the rapture.

Our nation’s capital is still a military occupation zone. We should be mortified. The occupation is like the first pimple in a terminal case of smallpox. Can this really be America?

I look forward to leaving this place–this planet–for good. I hope it happens while I still live in my own house.

Wonder What the Cool Kids are Up to

For around 9 years, I have been watching a popular Youtube machinist. He has gotten caught up in patriotism. He now begins every video with the Pledge of Allegiance, which I skip, and he puts out a lot of products with flags on them. He divorced his wife last year, and I have to wonder if it had to do with Trump and patriotism.

In a recent video, he said he was moving to MeWe and Rumble.

MeWe is a Facebook clone that does less to invade privacy and suppress freedom of expression. Rumble is a Youtube clone that has a similar philosophy.

As I have said many times, I am not impressed with alternative social media sites. They never seem to attract many people, and they will all eventually be shut down by the government or leftist-controlled corporations. Nonetheless, I felt a sudden impulse to follow this guy. Now I have two MeWe friends, and he’s one of them.

I checked out MeWe’s offerings, thinking I might find groups that would put me together with people with similar inclinations and beliefs. I was underwhelmed. Facebook groups have lots of members. MeWe groups’ member counts display numbers like 74 and 199. I reach more people than that right here, and Internet forums are on a completely different level.

Still, I joined a machining group, along with a Christian singles group, a hunting group, and so on.

The singles group is at around 200 members. It’s not exactly dead, but it barely moves. The same day I joined, an unattractive woman started messaging me. I’m not trying to be nasty. Just factual. There was just no way I could ever go near this lady.

Maybe many singles, including me, are holding out for people who are more attractive than they are.

I don’t feel bad about rejecting ugly women, regardless of how I look. Women and men have different wiring, for one thing. After all, Cher married Sonny Bono, and Sophia Loren married Carlo Ponti. Also, if I give up points for looks, what about the points the woman gives up? I’m not going to meet a suitable woman who is as smart as I am, for example. I am not likely to meet someone who is as well off as I am. I can’t expect every woman to match my knowledge, education, talents, or skills. I don’t write women off because they’re not my equals in every area.

It’s okay for me to avoid women who repel me physically. I’m not actually required by law to endure romance and physical contact with them.

The machining group is fairly lively, and it seems clear the members are generally conservative. That’s normal for machinists and other people who use traditional tools. Millennials are effeminate, left-leaning, and less likely to use things like torches and cabinet table saws. They go for 3D printing and desktop CNC, and they call themselves “makers,” which is typically pretentious.

I joined a Christian end times group. It’s generating pedantic posts, carnal arguments based on everything except the Holy Spirit’s guidance, and conspiracy theories. One very active guy appears to be an anti-Semite. He puts up memes criticizing Israel and circumcision. Not sure what circumcision has to do with the rapture, but he is really sore about it. He put up a meme claiming NATO had destroyed Libya’s amazing irrigation network with “nuclear bombs” made with depleted uranium. As everyone knows, depleted uranium is the kind you can’t use in bombs.

He claims women hate circumcision, and that it ruins sex for them by causing all sorts of problems. I’m no sex doctor, but even I know that’s nonsense.

I’ll just exit that group right now. Here goes.

Done.

I have a grand total of two contacts. I am trying to make a point of calling them contacts instead of friends. This morning, I thought I should make an effort to make new contacts. Then I realized I didn’t want to know any of these people.

That is an obstacle.

Not only is it unrewarding to initiate relationships with people you don’t want to know; it’s a little unethical. Why get their hopes up?

Rumble looks somewhat better. If you post a popular video, it may get thousands of views. Not dozens.

Should I start putting videos on Rumble? No. It takes hours for me to upload a Youtube video. I’m not willing to multiply that by two. I fully accept the fact that my Youtube account will be deleted eventually. I don’t care. Sometimes I consider deleting it myself. Also, Rumble itself will surely be taken down before too long, so what would I gain?

Actually, I might drop Youtube and use Rumble exclusively. I’m going to be removed from the web either way, and I might draw a better class of people.

My Christian Mingle account’s remaining time is dwindling. This morning while I was praying, I thought about one more hurdle that makes connecting with Christian women difficult: the serious ones always want to be your mom. They want to lecture and correct. You know what? Biblical marriage is not an equal partnership. The man is required to lead, especially in spiritual matters. No woman is going to scold me for doing what God put me here to do. If you don’t think God will lead you through me, why would you want me in the first place?

Why would I want someone who will not listen to me and who objects every time I do something helpful? I already have parrots for that.

Feminism is really toxic. It has infected Christians very deeply. I’m not sure I know what a correct Christian marriage looks like. I’ve never seen one.

This morning I asked God to tell me what to do and to make things work out, whether for marriage or remaining alone and unharried. I felt a huge burst of faith run through me. I couldn’t form words until it was over. Hoping for the best. It will be good to settle on one side of the question or the other.

Christian Mingle’s software matched me with a new lady yesterday, and we started chatting. She was the first one to write anything. Asked if we could communicate without expectations (be still, my heart), and I said it depended on whether she was a real American woman or the 9000th African scammer I had dealt with. She said she was a real American woman, but after that, she stopped responding. Is she a scammer or just an entitled princess who can’t handle honesty? Or is she just too busy to talk right now? A princess is just as useless as a scammer.

Yes. You’re past 50 and you look it, your online description is lackluster, you have kids I do not want to raise, and still, I’m going to chase you around with a glass slipper and tell you you’re the pinnacle of God’s creation. I don’t think so. We are not Farm Boy and Princess Buttercup. If things go far better than the odds suggest, we might settle for each other, try to hide our disappointment, and be Harry and Sally. Best-case scenario.

I thought she might be a real woman because her profile isn’t all that appealing. The less attractive a woman is, the more likely she is to be bona fide. But maybe highly skilled scammers hack the accounts of women who aren’t high on the food chain, knowing men don’t trust overtures from beautiful young ladies.

It’s not going to go anywhere, regardless of the truth. She’s not for me. I only responded because I thought it might be a thrill to talk to a human being who isn’t a criminal.

If she turns out to be a man from Africa, it will be a harsh statement about Christian Mingle. When even the wicked stepsisters are mirages, things are pretty bad. It’s like picking fruit out of a dumpster and finding out it’s made of wax.

It is truly amazing that Christian Mingle continues to exist and receive payments from hopeful people, given that it does nothing whatsoever to screen out the scammers who make up maybe 95% of the members.

I guess their business model relies heavily on Africans. Companies charge people in poor countries less for the same goods and services than they charge people in the USA, so scammers are probably paying only a few dollars per month, yet because they are numerous and extremely loyal, they may provide the majority of Christian Mingle’s revenue.

Christian Mingle knows where their members really are. It’s simple to determine that automatically. They just don’t care.

I think I’ll leave the Christian singles MeWe group. I’ve literally had more fun at wakes. It’s like a mixer at an assisted living facility.

Done.

I’m not going to worry about marriage or being driven off the Internet. I’m not going to lie awake wondering what the children of darkness will do to us next. God told me all my problems are caused by lack of prayer, so I am praying more, and one of the things I ask for is help to pray more. God has taken extraordinary care of me so far, and I’m sure things will continue to get even better.

On, Dasher!

Today I’m working on a new batch of cherry vanilla ice cream, even though I still have a lot left over from yesterday. I’m going to see if I can get the old batch into a container for storage.

The only complaint I had about yesterday’s ice cream was that the fruit froze hard. I saw that Internet people suggested soaking fruit in vodka. I didn’t want my cherries to taste like vodka, though. I decided to try cherry Heering, which is a liqueur.

Sadly, the liquor store closest to me does not sell cherry Heering. I opted to buy cheap vodka and grenadine syrup. I mixed them up with a lot of sugar and soaked sliced cherries overnight.

I already have ice cream in the machine. The drained cherries are waiting to jump in.

Hope this works.

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The ice cream is done, and I have tried it. I tried two bowls, in fact.

It is the most amazing ice cream in the universe. I had no idea ice cream could be this good.

The texture is smooth and creamy. The flavor is perfect. The cherry chunks are soft and not frozen at all.

I have summited the ice cream Everest. Now I don’t know what to do with my new superpower.

Why did God give me a gift for cooking? I almost never cook for anyone. I live alone. I tried cooking for a church, and they ran me out.

Guess I’ll come up with some more flavors. I was thinking it would be good to make strawberry with some sort of crumbly, crunchy stuff added. I can’t do chocolate because chocolate keeps me awake.

My next project will be peach.

Oh, no. I just realized I can make Heath bar ice cream. Sayonara, Ben & Jerry!

Mask Your Rebellion with Fake PPE

The new ice cream maker arrived today, and I wasted no time in breaking it in. I went to the store and bought frozen peaches, cherries, and strawberries. I decided to make cherry vanilla ice cream, because the hassle of making strawberry appeared to be greater.

I rooted around the web until I found a site that looked good. There are some simple rules you can follow when looking for good information about food. Here are some warning signs to keep you away from fakers who don’t know how to cook.

1. You see “foodnetwork” or “cooks.com” in the URL.

2. Alton Brown is mentioned somewhere on the page. In a favorable way.

3. You spot the phrases “vegan,” “egg-free,” “healthy,” or “gluten-free.”

4. The person who runs the site is a woman. This isn’t always a bad sign, but men generally do a better job.

I found a recipe for vanilla ice cream somewhere. Maybe it was Martha Stewart’s site. I don’t recall. I looked it over, and it seemed credible, so I copied it and, of course, changed it before I even gave it a chance. I removed a lot of steps that seemed to be a waste of time. It said to cook the custard before putting it in the machine. Hassle. Hassle.

I’ll post the ingredients I used.

INGREDIENTS

2 cups milk
2 cups heavy cream
6 yolks
lots of frozen dark cherries
4 oz. Karo lite corn syrup (bought by accident)
3/4 cup sugar
2 tsp. real vanilla extract
1 tbsp. starch
1/2 tsp. salt
1/2 tsp. almond extract

Why starch? I read that even good cooks use things like guar gum and carageenan to get the very best texture. I don’t have those things. I stirred the starch into half a cup of milk, nuked it to boil it, and combined the result with the other ingredients. It must work, because the texture was straight from heaven.

I used corn syrup because it’s supposed to improve the texture. I didn’t realize it was the “lite” version when I bought it. I’m going to throw the remainder out and get the real thing. Everyone hates corn syrup and blames it for mankind’s ills, but it’s supposed to be better for ice cream than sugar.

I didn’t cook anything. Salmonella doesn’t scare me. I’m a man. I’m too old to be impressed by diarrhea.

I sliced the cherries and mixed them up with sugar, hoping to sweeten them and prevent them from freezing hard. I mixed all the other ingredients, threw them in the machine, and turned it on. Twenty minutes later, the ice cream was done. It was as hard as it was ever going to get without turning off the motor. I added the cherries, let the machine blend them in, and scraped the whole mess into a bread pan I had chilled in the freezer.

When you freeze ice cream, you don’t want a cylindrical container. You want a long, flat pan that will chill the ice cream faster.

Was the ice cream good? It was astounding. It had flaws, but it was still magnificent. The cherries were too hard and not sweet enough. Also, I didn’t use enough cherries. Other than that, it was ecstasy.

The recipe I prepared was a little too big for the machine, so I ended up having to leave maybe 10 ounces out. I need to rescale everything. Maybe I should go metric to make it easy.

The machine lives up to the hype. It’s fast. The ice cream’s ice crystals aren’t perceptible.

I think next time I’ll slice the cherries very thin, and I may soak them in a mixture of sugar, salt, and cherry Heering. The liqueur shouldn’t hurt the taste, and alcohol is used to prevent fruit from freezing hard in ice cream. If I give the cherries a day to soak, maybe they won’t get hard, and they’ll be sweeter.

The machine is easy to use, and it’s not too hard to clean up. It’s probably the best machine you can get for under a grand. The next step up is the Lello Musso Polo 5030 at $1200, and the expert I rely on says it’s not much better. Commercial machines start at a much higher price, and they make dozens of liters of ice cream. I think I did about as well as I reasonably could.

I feel like the end of the world is upon us. I might as well have decent ice cream.

In other news, I went to Zazzle.com, which is now censoring designs suggesting there may have been a wee bit of election fraud, and I designed some masks for myself. I’m also going to get some fake masks elsewhere. There is now a wide selection of “breathable” masks which don’t filter the air at all yet do get science-challenged people off your back in grocery stores. They offer the same level of protection as real masks (virtually none) plus a great deal more comfort.

What good is a apocalypse if we can’t have fun with it?

Will 2021 be my Best Year Yet?

I always say there is symmetry in the supernatural, and it’s 100 percent true. The reason I know it must be divine revelation. God has apostles, Satan has witches. God has a body composed of human beings who will rise to be with him in paradise, and Satan has a body which will descend to be with him in agony and humiliation. God has Jesus. Satan has the Antichrist. God has the Holy Spirit. Satan has the Internet and cell phones. You could make a very long list of analogs.

Last year, Satan’s children were thrown into a state of fear, lack, illness, and misplaced,culpable homicidal rage. I, on the other hand, had a beautiful, peaceful year which seemed to indicate a permanent change.

Is it possible that people who listen to God had an anti-2020, and that it will continue?

I’m sitting here wondering what I’m supposed to do. Coronavirus seems like a glue that holds things in place. You can’t go to church, and evangelists are treated like criminals if they try to hold revivals. Social opportunities are drastically restricted. It looks like it’s a very bad time for forming new relationships or starting new projects. The government is descending into true insanity.

The feeling I get is that if you didn’t have it together before the pandemic, you’re probably not going to get it together now.

I like a TV show called Forged in Fire. They take groups of knifemakers and turn them loose with tools. The contestants get limited time periods in which to make knives designed for certain purposes.

Most of the contestants just aren’t very good at using tools. It’s a little disturbing to watch them display their lack of knowledge. Their lack of preparation makes things hard for them, and that means drama. Also, the judges of the show add very difficult challenges to their work. The pressure of doing difficult work while watching a clock adds suspense to the show.

At the end of every time period, the host tells everyone time is up, and he commands them to stop what they’re doing and put down their tools. Whatever they’ve made up to that point is what they have to present to the judges. It doesn’t matter how bad it is.

You can see the parallel. I feel like our work on earth is pretty much done, and that we won’t be able to do much more. It’s just a feeling. I’m not saying I’m sure the feeling is a reliable indicator of mankind’s status with regard to God. I’m just saying it feels as though it were.

What do I do now? I don’t get to pray with people any more. I have no one to help out financially. I can’t go to church. It’s not realistic to travel to revivals and meetings, as I used to. These days, I pray a lot, I try to be improved by God, I look after my earthly responsibilities, I blog and put other material on the web, and I play. I make things with my tools, I shoot, and so on. That’s about it.

I don’t seem to reach anyone new any more. The people who thought they knew better than I did still feel that way, and they will never change. I’m not meeting anyone new.

It’s like the school day is over and I’m waiting for my mom to pick me up. Heaven is a place of rest and pleasure. I seem to be in a place of rest and pleasure now, and it wasn’t something I could have planned or worked for. This is why I wonder if God is giving people who are close to him pleasant times to mirror the miserable times people who ignore him are experiencing.

It really does look like Revelation 22:

He that is unjust, let him be unjust still: and he which is filthy, let him be filthy still: and he that is righteous, let him be righteous still: and he that is holy, let him be holy still.

And, behold, I come quickly; and my reward is with me, to give every man according as his work shall be.

The weird thing about coronavirus is that it’s a very minor plague, yet it has still been extremely effective in keeping us away from each other. Masks and lockdowns don’t work, and if you get sick, you’re nearly certain to have nothing more than a brief, minor illness, yet the irrational, authoritarian bars to free association remain in place and are being strengthened.

It doesn’t make sense. Things that don’t make sense have supernatural origins. We’re not being kept away from each other by politicians. We’re being kept away from each other by spirits that influence politicians. Are they evil spirits? Is it God and his ministering spirits, forcing us to stand down? I don’t know. I just know it comes from the supernatural realm.

Day before yesterday, the final scene from the 1959 film On the Beach popped up in my Youtube recommendations. I took a look at it. In case you don’t know, it’s about a nuclear war. In the movie, the northern hemisphere is blanketed in radioactive air, and everyone there is dead. The movie’s characters are in Australia, waiting to see whether the radiation will kill them, too. I’ve written about this movie before.

The characters try to continue their lives. A dissipated middle-aged lady tries to start a romance so she won’t die alone. The crew of an American submarine tries to find survivors in the northern hemisphere. People go to the beach. They have parties. None of it works. The romance fails, the sub finds no indications of human life, and the radiation starts moving south through Australia, killing people as it goes.

At the end of the movie, the streets are empty. Everyone is at home, taking taxpayer-funded poison in order to avoid dying from radiation sickness. The buildings are there. The man-made objects required for normal life are there. The sun is still rising every day. It’s all for naught. Everything has been abandoned, and nature will eventually destroy it. War has turned every single one of man’s treasured accomplishments into vanity.

The movie portrays Christianity as a security blanket for the fearful. The Salvation Army maintains an outdoor station in front of a public building, and people flock to the building’s steps to be comforted. At the very end of the movie, the steps are deserted, and in a clumsy attempt at anti-military propaganda, the filmmakers show the Salvation Army’s banner, which is swaying in the breeze. It says, “There is still time…brother.”

Nuclear apocalypse movies used to be very, very popular, and leftists manipulated by foreign communists who couldn’t afford to keep up in the arms race used to agitate about disarmament all the time. Now no one seems to have any interest in the subject. The bombs are still there, but leftists have decided to move on, for no apparent reason. The weather, white people, and Confederate flags are the fashionable threats now.

The scenes reminded me of what we’ve been seeing for the last year. Projects abandoned. Businesses needlessly destroyed. In some places, we’ve seen empty streets. We’ve seen many empty malls and stores. I am told that in Miami, people now do whatever they want on the roads (even more than they used to). They drive at furious speeds and completely ignore the traffic laws. Something inside them is telling them obeying the law doesn’t matter any more.

We’re not sitting at home committing suicide, but we are not the active, hopeful people we were in 2019, and it appears that leftist hysteria will continue tightening the shackles. We elected a befuddled old egotist who was unintelligent to begin with, and he is firing off misguided executive orders as though he were being paid by the pound. He seems determined to control us, which is not surprising from a man who has a long history of bullying.

If things continue to get better for me as the centrifuging of society continues, how should I feel about it? I didn’t earn it. I earned the opposite, through sin and arrogance. Someone else bought all this for me with his flesh and blood. All I did was listen and admit I was wrong.

People who are far nicer than I am have had it much worse, and I think that will continue. Christianity was never about being nice. You can be nice while your entire life is an insult to God. Christianity is about being transformed by the Holy Spirit and submitting to him. It’s about listening and being honest. Emotional people who let their hearts rule them are always very dishonest. They hate the truth.

One of the worst things the Bible says about people is that they did what was right in their own eyes. Notice: it doesn’t say they did things they thought were wrong. They had opinions about what was right, and they obeyed their consciences. When the Bible says someone did what was right in his own eyes, it’s a judgment that precedes punishment. People who make up their own ideas about right are wrong are what the Bible calls “workers of iniquity.” They are called “lawless,” even though they obey their own rules. The only law that has any validity is the law of the Holy Spirit. It’s what he tells us to do, moment by moment. You can’t make a fixed list of his laws, because they change. Fixed laws are inferior. They were provided under the old covenant, but they generated evil results because of their lack of flexibility.

I’m not the nicest or kindest person around, but I will still make it when nicer people fail and go to hell for ignoring God. Is it fair? Of course it’s fair. If Jesus wants to be murdered and then give his inheritance to bad people, he has every right to do it. What I get isn’t stolen. It was all paid for. Just not by me.

Leftism is all about taking blessings from people God favors and giving them to people who are cursed because they don’t listen to him. Leftists hate God’s ways. They can’t understand that it’s right for God to treat me better than a politically correct individual who thinks he knows better than God.

For a long time, my impression has been that I would continue to have a better and better life, and that the only real unpleasantness I might have to face would be ostracism (“cancellation”) and death by murder. I’ve felt that the biggest drag on my happiness would be my inability to get other people to listen so they could do well. I have concluded that even the most blessed person on earth will have to suffer from watching other people fail. When someone you know abandons God, lives in misery, and goes to hell, you have to accept the fact that it doesn’t mean you’re not blessed. No matter how much it hurts, you have to realize it didn’t happen to you.

The other day, I was thinking about blessings and what a blessed life should be like. I was unhappy because I knew America was finished, and that we brought it all on ourselves. We could turn and be healed at any time, but we won’t, because we think we know everything. I asked myself: should a Christian ever be unhappy? Then I remembered the shortest verse of the Bible: “Jesus wept.”

If I have a pleasant life and then go to heaven, and every other person on earth suffers and goes to hell, and I suffer from seeing what happens to them, I am very, very blessed. There are some forms of suffering that spare no one.

Day before yesterday, I listened to my friend Mike, who is the worst influence since the GOP let liberal journalists convince it John McCain and Mitt Romney were surefure winners. I’m kidding about Mike, but whenever I have a crazy idea, he tells me to go for it. I foolishly admitted I had been considering getting a very expensive ice cream maker. An hour or two later, my order was in. Why do I talk to him?

This is the kind of thing I concern myself with these days. Toys. Pleasant pastimes. I’m also dedicating myself heavily to prayer, but that’s about it. If there were anything else left to do, wouldn’t God have shown me and helped me get going?

Mike just had a hip replaced, and he quit a job that was killing him. He started a company with a bunch of carnal people, and they gradually pushed him out, which was what I expected. I told him he could come down here to recuperate. He loves this area. He says he wants to get deeply into prayer. He said he wants to play for a while. He used the same word that had been going through my mind.

I have been fooling around with a Christian dating site, but given my view of the world, I wonder if there is any point. I don’t think there is time to build much of a life with anyone. I would be happy to have someone attractive who shares my views and doesn’t want to be alone with the end comes. I wonder if my attitude will make me so unappealing nothing will come of my efforts. I don’t seem to have anything to be concerned about, though, because nearly all of the women I talk to are really foreign scammers. They’re like a hedge of thistles that wall me in, and things like that have supernatural origins. Maybe God is telling me to be content with things as they are.

I look forward to seeing how things pan out, regardless of whether I’m right about things. I want to know what’s happening and get accustomed to it.

Not Many Bodies Left to Snatch

To introduce this blog post, I’ll show you some information from the latest Christian Mingle user to contact me.

LOOK WHAT THE CAT DRAGGED IN.. please no blacks, latinos, mexicans. or, anyone outside of these ages: 30-45. native american/indians. and caucasions from other countries, only. PLEASE DONT LET MY TATTOOS SCARE YOU. I CAN COVER THEM IN PUBLIC. THEY ARE VERY OLD. MY APPEARANCE IS NOT WHO I AM. WE HAVE ALL MADE MISTAKES, THAT WE REGRET.

I’m having a private moment of silence while I digest that.

It sounds like I’m joking, but I really did sit quietly for a while, trying to get my bearings.

Still not quite over it.

There are two layers of crazy here. First, the crazy that made a woman write those things, and second, the crazy of the scammer who sent me the “smile” and thought I would jump on it.

I wrote about two ladies with real profiles who seemed to be turning out to be scammers. They vanished last night. Maybe it was because I turned them in. I don’t know. I think they would have survived that had they been on the up and up.

It may well be that I have never had any contact with a woman who was not a foreign scammer.

Yesterday, someone claiming to be a woman several years older than me contacted me, and I told her, gently, that I was not interested in older women. She told me age was just a number. Oh, no. It’s not just a number. If you’re elderly and you think age is just a number, start entering bikini contests. The judges’ reactions may not change your mind, but they should help you understand how unpopular your view is.

I think she was a scammer because her English was poor, her attempt to contact me was extremely misguided, and she seemed desperate after I gave her the air. I don’t know, though. I can’t, and will never, know.

How crazy can the Internet get? I’m starting to wonder.

During breakfast, I watched a video from a Christian healer who is convinced Donald Trump is now the king of the world. He literally said that. He has old videos in which he goes up to unbelievers and heals them. The encounters seem completely legitimate. He doesn’t take money, either. But it sure looks like he has snapped his twig. I suppose there is no reason why a crazy person can’t have a real spiritual gift.

He put up a link to a long video posted at Rumble, which is one of those hopeless alternative social sites. I may go watch it out of morbid curiosity.

He mentioned 8chan, which is a wacky message board that attracts political extremists and conspiracy theorists. It’s the lair of people belonging to Q-Anon, a conspiracy cult. I decided to check it out. I had never seen it before. It took long time to find the address, which is 8kun.top, in case you want to see it for yourself.

I found it unreadable. Everyone on boards like that lives for conspiracy chat. They all know each other. They have weird secret languages, like the pairs of twins who have developed languages all their own. I don’t think they’re trying to be secretive. They’re just saturated with the 8chan experience, to the point where their arcane jargon is completely natural to them.

I could not figure out what they believed, but I am told it’s very bad. Something about leftist politicians and actors raping children and eating people. There are leftist message boards which are exactly the same. I’ve blogged about one of them.

It would be great if 2020s delusions were limited to the web, but of course, this is not the case.

I recently found out that Juliette Ochieng, AKA Baldilocks, a friend from my political blogging days, was in need of help. Some kind of financial issue. I know it’s okay to mention it, because she blogged about it and solicited donations. You can donate here, if you like.

She used to blog at a site called Da Tech Guy. She now says she is barred because of California Assembly Bill 5. How could a statute bar someone from blogging? Sure, it will happen in a year or two, but I didn’t think things had gotten that bad yet. I had to check it out.

In a nutshell–and you will think I’m smoking crack when I tell you this–California has put an end to subcontracting. I’ll give you an example. If you own a bar, and you hire a band to play a one-night engagement, everyone in the band becomes your employee. Then you have to obey all of Calfornia’s onerous and deranged employment laws.

I’m sure there must be exceptions to the law…well…I’m not sure at all. I’m projecting intelligence and common sense onto California lawmakers, which is like thinking cheese has bipolar disorder.

Actually, now that I think about it, I remember reading about an exception for truckers. I guess lawmakers want to keep their Amazon stuff moving. I don’t know.

If the situation is what I understand it to be, Baldilocks is no longer able to write for other California blogs because if she does, the proprietors will have to pay for her health insurance or something. I’m not going to get into the details and find out. It’s bad. That much is clear.

People who own entertainment venues are canceling events left and right. Who suffers? Musicians. What are musicians? Logic-phobic, weed-huffing leftists, generally. Bet they didn’t see that coming. It has also hit drivers for Lyft, Uber, and Grubhub.

Let’s be real. Most people who are being deprived of work are leftists. Any law that applies to the general public in California will affect more leftists than sane people. It’s like throwing an ashtray into a room containing 50 monkeys and three lizards. Expect angry monkeys.

It’s a fluke, right? The sane people in the legislature were on vacation, and some nuts voted while they were away.

No. The bill passed with crushing majorities in both houses. It’s not going away. A lady named Lorena Gonzalez is credited with pushing the bill through. Guess what she calls people who object to the problems the bill causes? “Vultures.”

What?

Several liberal states are working to pass similar laws.

I was glad to read about the bill, because it helps with closure.

For years, I’ve been writing about the mounting insanity in America. I say the cause is supernatural. I say you should look for a supernatural cause when people persist in doing insane things. I say America is defeated for good. It’s washed up, because it has a supernatural mental illness problem, and people are trying to fix it with powerless tools like political activism and rational discussion.

I say these things, but it’s hard to get the truth down into the deepest levels of my heart. It’s hard to believe America really hit the iceberg. When smug leftists are glad they passed a bill, during a national health crisis, that will drive hundreds of thousands or millions of primarily liberal individuals out of work, and they defend it as though they had saved the world, you know supernatural derangement is real, widespread, and incurable. It’s terminal. It’s fatal. It’s going to increase until the end of the age.

Wow. I really called it. I nailed it. I was not just dithering. That means what I said came from God.

America is dead, and I truly must disengage. I have to make sure I don’t argue with anyone who isn’t led by the Holy Spirit. I have to quit hoping things will get better. People’s heads have turned into solid bone, and there is no possibility that reason or the Holy Spirit will penetrate.

People who are obsessed with argument and politics, and I include argument intended to persuade people Christ is real, make Satan very, very happy. He knows they’re bringing a knife to a gunfight. The person is a helpless shell. You should be fighting the spirit behind the person. Very few Americans know how to do that, so Satan has won.

The urge to reason with people is extremely strong. It’s seductive. It’s a beautiful, fur-lined trap. It makes you waste the life God has given you. When you give in, you nullify your potential as a servant of the Holy Spirit. It’s fine to put the truth out there and wait for people the Holy Spirit has reached to respond favorably, but squabbling and debating…these are the pursuits of ineffective idiots. I have to keep this in mind. I have wasted most of my life already.

Remember what Jesus said in Revelation 22:

He that is unjust, let him be unjust still: and he which is filthy, let him be filthy still: and he that is righteous, let him be righteous still: and he that is holy, let him be holy still.

And, behold, I come quickly; and my reward is with me, to give every man according as his work shall be.

I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end, the first and the last.

Blessed are they that do his commandments, that they may have right to the tree of life, and may enter in through the gates into the city.

For without are dogs, and sorcerers, and whoremongers, and murderers, and idolaters, and whosoever loveth and maketh a lie.

By and large, the bets are placed. There is not much meat left on the bone for evangelists. People’s necks have stiffened, and God doesn’t seem to profit much from delaying the rapture. Persecution is increasing, so God’s people suffer more, but the return on the investment has shriveled.

Jesus said he would exclude people who love and make lies. Wow! Look around you. Look at BLM and Antifa. Look at the Q-balls.

As for murderers, the drive to “cancel” people is murderousness. People want to remove each other from the world, starting with their voices. Voices matter. God created the world with his voice.

I don’t know what to do in a world where serving my purpose appears to be impossible. Yesterday, I thought I heard God tell me to go on with my life. I don’t know if it was really him, and I’m not sure what it means. “Hunker down and wait for the chopper”? That’s my best guess.

I look forward to seeing what new lunacy will appear on the screen tomorrow.