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.

My Life as a Joseph Heller Character

My life is like a French absurdist play.

As I have written, I tried Christian Mingle, an online dating service. I learned that everyone who showed any interest in me, apart from a few women who were extremely unattractive, was actually an African scammer. In fact, the unattractive women are probably scammers, too. I didn’t investigate because I didn’t want to deal with them at all.

One scammer admitted what she had done. I say “she,” which is a guess at this point. We have exchanged a few emails. She apologized and genuinely seems interested in prayer in tongues.

Last night, two “women” with real profiles complete with multiple photos initiated contact. I thought it was a little odd that women 20 years younger would do that, but what the heck. They didn’t have that scammy look, and they didn’t act like scammers when I responded. They took hours to respond. Scammers are generally very quick, like fishermen trying to set a hook.

Well, I heard back from both of them. They’re scammers after all. I mentioned Africa and scammers, and they stopped responding instantly.

Am I a scammer, too? I must be, since I’m on Christian Mingle.

Here is the weirdest part yet. I realized I had a potential ally. I have emailed the scammer who apologized to me, and I asked what it is about my profile that draws scammers. It’s genius, but it’s also exceedingly bizarre.

Another one contacted me a short while ago. I knew what I was dealing with, but I responded anyway, because now I have accepted my position as official liaison to African scammers. I asked if she was in Africa, and she insisted she was in San Jose. Her profile says Utah. She said her friend in California set up the account. I told her it was easy to pick out scammers by asking them questions an American would be able to answer.

She actually challenged me to ask her. I said, “Do you have any thoughts about the recall?”

I knew that was a tough one for a person in Namibia or whatever. I didn’t give her any clues as to what a recall was or who it involved. She ignored the question.

Why don’t I just move to Africa? It would save time.

It may well be that every single person I have interacted with in any way is a foreign scammer. So what did I pay for?

I would guess that the elderly women who contacted me, and the lady who has no hands or feet, were genuine. Maybe the really obese ladies were real. Scammers try to use accounts belonging to alluring women. But I may be wrong. They’re pretty crazy.

I don’t know the answers. I don’t get angry about it any more, though. God helped me with that.

If the “lady” I emailed comes back with any useful information, I may blog it. This whole business is very interesting to me.

My Changing Perspective on Online Dating

The online dating wars continue!

This morning, I had a weird experience. I have a tendency to wake up while it’s dark, so I consider it an opportunity to pray. I suspect it’s God’s way of telling me I didn’t pray enough during the day. I woke up early this morning, and I spent a lot of time communicating with God.

While I was doing this, I looked at my phone, as I so often do. It’s hard not to check the Christian Mingle site when I look at my phone. There is something addictive about fielding inquiries from people you know are African scammers. Talking to scammers has become a diversion in and of itself, and there is also that unquenchable desire to see if a real person has responded to you. I don’t mean a potential mate. I just want to know I talked to someone who wasn’t a criminal.

I had two new contacts, not counting the usual obvious scammers. Both were in their thirties, which seemed odd. One was in Alaska, where there are supposedly several men to every woman, and the other was in Illinois.

I could not resist “liking” their profiles.

The Alaska lady had a long, serious description. She wants to build a life with someone instead of inheriting. Not sure what that’s all about. She won’t talk to leftists. I thought that was great. She just laid it out there. No apologies. She’s into things like farming and snowmobiling. If you move to Alaska, you have to call them “snow machines,” but I’m in Florida, so “snowmobiling.”

The Illinois lady is black, and she’s an RN. She wasn’t Halle Berry, but her main profile photo seemed to radiate warmth. Very strange.

I responded to both of them and resumed prayer.

While I was praying, I started to feel strong love for the lady in Illinois. I didn’t know what to make of it. I don’t know this lady. There is no reason why I should have feelings for her. After a while, it occurred to me: I was feeling the love of the Holy Spirit.

God can do that. In fact, I think it’s something he wants to do for us all the time, every day, because our own love is inadequate and very conditional, and we tend to direct it to the wrong people. I have felt God’s love going through me before. I really like it. I don’t want to be crabby all the time. I want to be free from scars.

I started thinking about my attitude toward online dating. I felt I needed God’s help in feeling love for all the people who contacted me. I haven’t been nasty to people, but warmth generally hasn’t been a big part of the picture. It’s all pretty businesslike, and I have also taken some pleasure from gently needling scammers.

Yesterday, a Canadian lady “liked” my profile and sent a message. I looked at her profile. It was bizarre.

Proudly, she announced that you don’t have to be conservative to be a real Christian. That’s factually wrong, but okay. She called herself a liberal and a big LGBTQRSTUV&#($#^LOL ally. I figured her account was being used by an African. I thanked her. I told her I had voted for Trump twice and that I had just come from practicing precision shooting, with an AR-15, in my yard. I said either her account had been hacked or she was having a bad reaction to magic mushrooms.

If she was an African, it wouldn’t faze her. If she was a real liberal, and she had a sense of humor, she would be amused and move on. Haven’t heard back from her, which is good, I suppose.

It shows that I wasn’t investing a lot of emotion in what I was doing, and that’s typical of my Christian Mingle mindset.

I feel like I should be conscious of the need to have God’s love run through me when I deal with people from now on. Whether my flesh will permit it is another question.

I had been feeling bummed out about online dating. I was up to my ears in scammers, and people with whom I initiated contact never responded. I started thinking about reality: maybe I was just that unappealing. Not everyone is attractive.

I’ve received a few contacts that seemed legitimate from the start, and generally, I took one look and said, “There is just no way. I can’t do it.” One lady was nearly 80. Another had no hands and feet. Some profiles say things like, “As you can see,I’m a big lady.”

There is only so much weight I am willing to carry. Yesterday, I realized a lot of people were probably doing the same thing when they saw me. I’m pretty sure one lady I contacted went so far as to block me.

I should lower my standards, right? Well, no. Living and dying alone is a lot better than being trapped with a woman who knows perfectly well that you consider physical affection an unpleasant and humiliating chore. No woman wants to be a charity case. Being affectionate with your wife shouldn’t be like giving a sponge bath to a burn victim. I don’t want to wake up every morning and see a reminder that my romantic life was successfully and permanently cursed. Okay, an empty space would also remind me of that, but I wouldn’t have to kiss it or take it to an expensive restaurant on Valentine’s Day, and it wouldn’t resent me.

I had felt somewhat discouraged, but after I felt God’s love going through me, I felt much better. It somehow made it easier not to take anything personally.

I don’t have positive expectations, and I think I’ll probably delete my account at the end of the month, but I do have a better outlook.

I think the lady in Illinois is a scammer, and I suspect the one in Alaska might be a white separatist who has an AR-15 much nicer than mine, for a different reason.

That’s fine. How people treat me and whether my love life works out are less important than what happens inside me and how I treat others.

For anyone who keeps score, I have received 16 messages from scammers in the last hour.

It’s a Tiktok World

Last year or thereabouts, I joined a gun forum which was pretty far to the right, even for gun forums. I had been banned at a popular site called The High Road for pointing out that magazine writer and former semi-pro small-town cop Massad Ayoob wasn’t competent to give people legal advice. He endangers people with his nonsense. I found a forum that was full of Christians who were more like me.

The other day, I saw people complaining about Biden. There was a certain amount of saber-rattling. Internet soldiers love to talk about how they’re going to strap on their rusty 1911’s and take America back. I chimed in, asserting that America was all washed up, that it is now, legitimately, a leftist nation, and that I had no intention of going out on amateur patrols. Of course, some character from Texas (the most overrated conservative state in existence) insinuated that I was a coward and traitor, and some other person said I was giving in.

I asked the second person what he was doing that I wasn’t. I asked if he was building bombs or joining a guerrilla army. My plan is to obey the law, give up on America because it doesn’t want my help, and identify with the nation of Christ. He didn’t have any answers.

The whole experience made me think about popularity.

I’ve found that the closer I get to God, the more people reject me. When I first started going back to church, fake friends who weren’t interested in God rejected me. When I realized my church was crooked and wrong about doctrine, I spoke up, and the church rejected me. I went to another church which was better in many ways, but it still had problems, and it rejected me, too. After that, whenever I tried a new church, I found myself surrounded by people who were mired in my past. They were holding onto ideas from which I had already been rescued.

The interesting thing about the pattern is that the closer I get to God, the closer to God are the people who reject me. This morning while I was in prayer, I connected this to the rapture, and I think God was speaking to me.

Everyone thinks the rapture will be a sudden event which will blindside us completely and take all sorts of lukewarm Christians who haven’t done any preparation. That doesn’t make any sense.

God shows himself through patterns. Think about people he delivered in the past.

God took Enoch. The Bible says Enoch was already close to God, and Jewish legend says that when he was taken, he had not yet sinned. Enoch was ready.

God delivered Noah. Before the flood, Noah had over a hundred years to work on the ark, and during that time, he was already set aside to God. He failed to reach his contemporaries.

God took Abraham out of Ur, which was a heathen city where they worshiped evil spirits. He didn’t just grab him by the arm and yank him into Israel. Abraham got to know God in Ur, and after that, God told him to leave.

God took Lot out of Sodom. The Bible says Lot was a righteous man and that he was vexed by what he saw around him in Sodom. Lot was prepared when he escaped. In his heart, he had already left.

Elijah was translated to heaven, and he was rejected by his people and his king.

God isn’t going to take Christians who are down here trying to fit in. They have already chosen mankind over him.

If this is true, then it’s a very good sign when a person who sincerely seeks God is rejected by more and more people. Jesus said things which are consistent with this idea. He said, “Woe unto you, when all men shall speak well of you! for so did their fathers to the false prophets.” He also said this:

Blessed are ye, when men shall hate you, and when they shall separate you from their company, and shall reproach you, and cast out your name as evil, for the Son of man’s sake.

Rejoice ye in that day, and leap for joy: for, behold, your reward is great in heaven: for in the like manner did their fathers unto the prophets.

It’s funny, but I’ve been rejected by a lot of people, and it has very rarely been because I did or said something wrong. I get rejected when I’m right.

Jesus was the most righteous person who ever lived, and look who rejected him. His king, the highest local representative of his emperor, and the high priests of Judaism. The Romans killed him, but the top tier of Jews beat him, spat on him, and forced the Romans to put him on the cross. The Romans would never have touched him had the Jews not insisted, and Pontius Pilate strove to release him.

It’s interesting. Jesus was at the top of our hierarchy, and his enemies were at the tops of theirs. This even applies to spirits. You and I have demons. Jesus had Satan.

Your unbelieving friends reject you, and preachers take you in and say, “Well done. Now you can be with us and learn the truth.” Then they obstruct you and lie to you, and when you speak up, they label you a divider and drive you out, and most of your Christian friends agree with them. You may go from bad preachers to better preachers, moving up the food chain as God improves you, but the end is always the same. Rejection.

If the progression never stops, don’t you have to end up with Jesus himself? Who is higher? When there is no one left on earth who is closer to God than you are, surely you find yourself with Jesus himself and with such few Christians as are on the same page.

It seems to me that the rapture must work this way.

People who heal the sick and deliver a lot of good teaching are saying things that seem to be insane. I don’t know everything, and I may be wrong, but it looks like they’re repeating disinformation from hell. “Trump is coming back!” “Trump is guaranteed a second term!” “The military coup is going to explode when you least expect it!”

This is all supposed to happen in a country that has very clearly rejected Jesus Christ. Why would God do things like that?

I think they’re wrong. I think Satan is using false prophets to discredit prophecy, Christianity, and God. I can’t say God has assured me of this, but I think I’m correct. If that’s true, then I am being set apart once again, from a new level of Christian bigwigs.

That would be neat, because it would suggest I have some hope of getting out of this place before too long.

Biden is increasing the tyranny already. He’s extending mask orders. That’s amazing. Before coronavirus, the CDC clearly said masks don’t do anything to prevent the spread of respiratory viruses. They also told us we would only have lockdowns and masks temporarily, to slow the infection rate and help the medical establishment cope. It has been almost a year, the medical establishment is not even close to saturation, masks and lockdowns have proven useless, and the draconian restrictions are increasing, not decreasing.

They want to inject us with an mRNA vaccine. The CDC says this thing convinces our cells to make a coronavirus protein temporarily, and then our cells go back to normal. Protein synthesis occurs in the cytoplasm, not the nucleus, so they claim our DNA will not be affected.

As far as I can tell, this is the very first time we have used an mRNA vaccine to fight an infectious disease, and we are taking this major step to fight a minor illness which has not significantly impacted the overall death rate even among especially vulnerable groups.

Do you trust the vaccine? I don’t want it. I’ve had lots of vaccines, but something about this one is off. If it were a conventional vaccine, I would have no problem with it, but I don’t want scientists taking over my body. I don’t have confidence in their claims. These are the people who tell us weed isn’t addictive. In fact, they have told us many of the most damaging recreational drugs were not addictive. They sold us thalidomide. They tell us castrating confused boys is therapeutic.

I plan to wait for a conventional vaccine. I don’t know if they’ll ever offer one, though.

Even if things go well, people who get vaccinated will still get sick, and many will die. That’s how vaccines work. They don’t protect every person.

Curses and blessings are encoded in our genetic material. If you’re tall and handsome, thank your DNA. If you’re stupid, thank your DNA. If you have Huntington’s Chorea or hereditary cancer, thank your DNA. What I wonder is this: can science impart curses to us by meddling with our genetic material?

God has said the decendants of various men are either blessed or cursed in various ways. What separates these people from others? Genetic material alone. The Jews have genes that make them smart and talented. The Arabs still behave as Isaac’s blessing said they would. Smart people have smart kids. Dumb people have dumb kids. Homosexuality runs in families. So do addictions and criminal tendencies. What if a vaccine that modifies my DNA joins me with people who are cursed, and I become like them?

I’m willing to wait. Or die. I’m just visiting Earth anyway, and I have no pressing business here that I’m aware of. I’m not anxious to become weak and demented, so it’s not like old age offers anything I want to experience. I don’t want to spend two decades in the new Cuba, treated like a criminal every day. I don’t want to lose my house, my wealth, my firearms, or any more of my liberty. My freedom of speech has already been very seriously compromised by Big Tech, and I’m not eager to see them come for what’s left of it.

What are you supposed to do in a socialist worker’s paradise when you’re old, white, male, conservative, and Christian and therefore an enemy of the state? Nibble Soylent green every day in your shared punitive quarters and wait for death?

I see more talk now about coronavirus mutations. That’s wonderful. It’s like extending a patent. If you patent something, you get a couple of decades of protection. After that, if you want to maintain your edge, you have to make some patentable change or get special treatment. If coronavirus keeps changing in ways that are sufficiently significant, it can keep us in cages forever. What if it mutates so the vaccines don’t work? What if it becomes really deadly?

Some scientists think there was a time when a type of syphilis was spread through sneezing and sharing food and drink. Yow! What if coronavirus becomes a lot more infectious? What if the pale horseman of the Revelation is already here, and he has other plagues ready to drop on us? The Beast must have some amazing tactics ready for use when God permits it.

Democrats are using fear and the belief that there is no afterlife to force us into the sick secular family they have always envisioned. They want to force us into a type of spiritual and technological intimacy and fornication with stupid, crass strangers who are spiritually diseased. It’s not a great time to be born.

People who are past 40 don’t understand the young now. A lot of us think we’re up to speed because we send emails and take selfies. The kids are on another level. They can’t put three sentences together, but they can take cell phones and turn themselves into bizarre virtual beings with completely new faces and weird animated accessories like hearts and puppy noses. They create idealized images of themselves, bringing us closer and close to the day when our actual meat bodies won’t be needed. Sooner or later, the meat will be kept alive in remote locations while the images live our lives. Many movies have been made about it because it’s so obvious that it will happen.

Anyone who objects to the avatar paradigm will be left behind as humanity moves to a model completely dependent on electronic connectivity. Eventually, our identities will merge. That’s what the Beast is. A merging of the identities of people who love this world and hate God.

These things aren’t impossible. It’s not crazy talk. It’s already happening, and the technology is well within reach. The gaming world will become reality, and reality–your actual body–will just be one small part of your totality. It will be like a Mr. Potatohead shell, relying on technological accessories for its identity.

So, yes. I am ready to go somewhere else.

Imagine a world where there are no computers. Imagine not needing technology of any kind. Imagine a world where privacy doesn’t exist, not because the government took it away from you, but because everyone is so good, there is nothing to hide. Imagine a world where there are no elections because the government is perfect.

I don’t know what to do yet, but I’m starting to get ideas about what not to do. I’m also feeling much better about being an outsider.

Where is That Rescue Chopper?

Time for an update on my adjustment to the disastrous election, plus some surprising news about my experiences on Christian Mingle.

I feel much better about life now that I’ve adjusted to the fact that America is lost. It’s like that moment when it finally gets through to you that your friend will always be a crack whore. There is grief, but there is also relief because you just put down an unreasonable burden you could not carry. America has been a godless leftist nation for a long time. It was only by God’s grace that any conservative, God-friendly presidents were elected, and God’s grace only persists while there is profit in it. Fighting for America to turn itself around is like hogtying your crack whore friend and forcing her to watch Christian TV. It won’t work, and while you’re doing it, you could be helping someone who will listen, with much less heartache and aggravation.

Today God gave me a revelation. When you’re in a foreign country doing mission work, and the government is crazy, you don’t let it destroy your joy. You’re not there to fix the government, and you know most people will pay no attention to you. You’re just there for the nation within a nation; the children of God. America is more or less like Venezuela now, and Somalia is on the way. The government will not right itself, and it has popular support which is not going to go away. That’s fine. I’m a dual citizen, and my primary nation is the body of Christ.

I will not pray for this place. I will not demonstrate. If my part of the country secedes, and it looks like it’s a good idea to provide some support, I might–might–consider supporting THAT country more strongly, but my plan right now is to pay taxes, obey the law, and wave from the dock as America sinks.

I’ll try to be more unified with my primary nation and its invincible commander in chief. For dense people, I am referring to the body of Christ and God. I will not be joining a politics-driven guerrilla army unless the choice is being killed in my house, and probably not even then.

As for Christian Mingle, a really funny thing happened. On my first day, during the first couple of hours, I didn’t know 95% of the women who tried to initiate contact were African scammers. Crazy me; I expected most members to be genuine. One person pestered me for my phone number, and I gave her a tech-giant email address I don’t care about.

She bugged me about prayer in tongues, and she cited some Bible verses that were important to her. I say “she,” but it could be a man for all I know. I told her a few things I thought would help her, and she called me “teacher” and seemed very grateful. Then her account vanished, and I figured that had to mean she was a scammer. I marveled that a scammer could be so sophisticated. She kept telling me she was a normal Christian Mingle member, but I actually told her she acted like a sophisticated scammer. She disappeared.

After that, I came to understand that a huge number of the fake women who were chasing me were in Africa. I got one to admit she was a hairdresser in Ghana. I started responding to “smile” messages with this: “Nigerian? Ghanaian? Ivorian?” One lady responded with this: “Lol. Togo.”

Out of curiosity, I sent the first lady an email. It said, “West Africa, right?” She responded and admitted it. She apologized and said she wished she could have told me at the start. I let it go.

Later on, I could not stop thinking about the things she said about her faith. What if this was a real woman who wanted to get closer to God, and I was cutting her off just because she was a criminal? I felt like an idiot, but I sent an email saying I didn’t know if she was really a Christian, but that if she was, she really needed to pray in tongues. She responded and said she was a Christian who spoke in tongues and that she would not lie about that. I said it was nice if something good had come out of the whole thing. And that was that.

So I went to this ridiculous site, thinking there was a 2% chance I might find someone, expecting to sift through Americans, and what happened? I ended up ministering to a foreign criminal in Africa.

It almost seems like God is having a joke, but I don’t think he does that.

I am still being swamped with phony inquiries, a woman who is 10 years older than I am “smiled” at me, and another who is pushing 80 liked my profile. Who do they think I am? Ashton Kutcher? I think it would be more productive to drive to Orlando and walk around malls wearing a T-shirt saying, “Date me.”

I just got a new message and photos from a “lady” who claims to be Catholic. I responded before the photos arrived, declining and saying I was not Catholic. In one of the photos, she is wearing a very short see-through nightie, and her enormous breasts and her thong are clearly visible. I laughed so hard, the birds must think I’m having a conniption.

I hope “Cheryl” in Africa puts my advice to use. That’s worth a lot even if Christian Mingle is a total washout otherwise.