Prescient or Crazy?

“Prophets” on Youtube are still saying Biden won’t be inaugurated. It makes me wonder who is crazy: me or them?

I prayed for Trump to win, over and over, and I felt great faith that he would come out on top. That’s all true, but I have felt great faith for things that didn’t happen. When I asked God whether Trump would win, I felt he was saying “yes,” but I have been wrong in the past when I thought I was receiving answers from God. I cursed Biden and Harris and the spirits they serve with defeat, and I still do, but curses don’t always succeed.

I’m trying to keep track of what works and what sometimes fails. Prayer in tongues always works. I can’t recall saying anything stupid while prophesying. The little phrases God gives me from time to time seem reliable. Blessing and cursing don’t always result in success, but they are clearly powerful.

I subscribe to a channel belonging to a man named Kenneth Boork. He goes around healing people. He has a video where he freaked a Muslim out by healing him. He seems legitimate in some ways. Recently, he has been putting videos up saying there will be a big military coup that will prevent Biden from taking office. He also talks about the Illuminati, a group which, in my estimation, is about as influential as Milli Vanilli. He says the Deep State made America a corporation in 1963 and that Trump turned it back into a nation. I have no idea what that means.

He says we need the military to take over and execute traitors. Isn’t that what the Antichrist’s reign is supposed to look like? I can’t see Jesus ordaining a thing like that. God sent the ancient Hebrews to war all the time, but I’ve never heard of it happening under the new covenant.

I don’t know what to make of it. The healings seemed real, but now he seems like just another conspiracy nut.

I watch a preacher named Tom Fischer, who also heals people. I used to think he was very sound, but he married a lady who seems eccentric, and he went off on an essential oils kick. He says Trump will stay in the White House.

I watch a channel called Seeking God. It gets almost no views. The young lady who runs it has said a lot of very useful things, but she also said God had told her Trump would get his second term. What’s the explanation? Does she get real revelation which is sometimes contaminated by disinformation? Was it an illusion when she seemed to get revelation in the past?

I put up a Youtube comment asking one of these people how sure he was about his prediction, and some unknown Youtuber posted an extremely long response in which he claimed he had seen a vision of battle with a dragon, followed by God lifting Trump up and putting a military uniform on him. This person is convinced he, himself, is a prophet. First, I doubt he had a vision. I had a vision. When you have a vision, you see things in front of you as though they were real. Many people see things in their imaginations and call them visions. I think this guy is in the second camp. I don’t think he saw a battle with a dragon, and I think he imagined the business about Trump and a uniform.

People shouldn’t say they’ve had visions when they’ve only seen things in their minds. When I had my vision, I saw a female angel standing at the foot of my bed, and I saw light from heaven shining down on her. I was awake, and she was right in front of me. It wasn’t a mental impression. I wouldn’t call an impression a vision. If I did, I would have to say I have dozens of visions every day, and I don’t.

I suppose I was having visions when I was a small child and I saw giant bugs and reptiles crawling all over the bedroom. Things like that have happened over the last year. The other night, I woke up and saw something hovering right over me. It was a couple of feet above the bed. It looked a lot like a bodybuilder’s belly and chest, except it was glowing red. I couldn’t see the whole creature, and it vanished before I could get a good look. It was as though it were too close for me to see all of it. I cursed it and cast it out, but I have no idea what it was. I wasn’t afraid of it, but I was very angry. I would have taken a knife and gutted it if I could.

I would like to know what’s going to happen. I feel frozen in place. I feel like I can’t go on with life until the inauguration date has passed. I don’t want to make plans. I don’t want to start any projects. Either Biden will stink up the Oval Office with his whorish presence, and we’ll sink into leftist despotism right away, or we will witness the most extraordinary event ever to hit the United States.

I don’t see a coup coming. Where is the evidence? You would have to get thousands of troops, many of whom support Biden, to keep a secret and go along with a plan that could land them in prison.

The coup itself wouldn’t be as big a miracle as the successful concealment of the plan.

A couple of months ago, I would have asked God whether Biden will be inaugurated. I can’t do that now with any expectation of success. I don’t know the answer, I don’t know of a single “prophet” I can go to with any confidence, and the people who are predicting a coup are not credible at all.

I suppose you can work miracles and still be a bad prophet.

My suspicion is that our lack of clear guidance is caused by rejection of prayer in tongues. When I pray in tongues a great deal, everything works, slick as snot on a doorknob. Over the last few months, I haven’t done as much praying in tongues as I should have. I think it’s a certainty that the people who are making confident incorrect predictions aren’t praying in tongues much. Very few Christians do it. They let a few syllables go every once in a while, but they won’t go for an hour or more.

God has been giving me grace to get back to it, and I am making a point of taking advantage. It’s very clearly the most important, most powerful thing I do.

I’ve been trying to get humility. I’ve been reminding God I can’t do anything alone. I make a point of doing this with regard to things that seem very easy. Putting clothes in the washer. Making toast. “I know I can’t do this unless you help me, so please help, and glorify yourself in it.”

It doesn’t take much humility to ask God to help you get through medical school or win an Olympic medal. If you’re really humble, you know you can’t even put your socks on without God’s help.

I want humility because God helps the humble and fights the proud. I want help. I don’t want to earn anything. I want everything handed to me.

Satan loves hard work and self-confidence. After all, they got him where he is, and he wants us to join him.

Government-worshipers couldn’t wait for January 1 because they thought 2020 was evil and their problems would go away in 2021. Now 2021 is turning out to be worse than 2020, as everyone with common sense knew it would, and I’m sitting here looking forward to January 20. I don’t expect the world’s problems to end, but I expect closure.

Maybe I’m overly optimistic, if “optimistic” is the right word.

By the way, we’re supposed to get a huge locust attack this year. Don’t shoot the messenger. It wasn’t my idea.

I hope the “prophets” are right. I would love to see America get relief from the socialist plague. I don’t think it will happen, but that’s a guess, not a prophecy.

Forget That Iceberg; Let’s Dance

It’s a beautiful Saturday, and I am stuck here waiting for a background check so I can pick up my new Anderson Manufacturing AR-15 lower receiver.

Yesterday, it arrived at the pawn shop I always use for transfers. I went in today, after donning the government-mandated China flu face diaper. Of course, I knew what was awaiting me: a group of people who would stare when I walked in. Nobody wears the diaper at that place. I saw I was among friends, and I took mine off.

Prior to the kung flu’s arrival, we had around 120 years of science leading to the conclusion that cloth masks do nearly nothing to prevent the spread of respiratory viruses. Suddenly, a few months after Anthony Fauci told us there was no point in wearing them, the establishment started telling us cloth masks were extremely important. I get a false sense of security when I wear mine, and it serves to shut people up, but the science backing it up appears to rival that supporting the rhythm method.

I feel a little strange walking into stores and banks wearing a mask and carrying a loaded gun and a big knife.

This was my first look at the lower, and I had mixed emotions. The good: I didn’t see any flaws, and it looked like it was manufactured to very high standards. The bad: it’s not as pretty as my other uppers. The actual receiver, meaning the aluminum housing everything attaches to, is very plain. The trigger is ugly. It looks similar to pot metal. It’s mil-spec, though, so it must work. I’m going to replace it as soon as my new trigger arrives, so it doesn’t matter.

The butt stock has already been replaced. The replacement is sitting beside me in a Fedex bag.

Was it a mistake to buy an assembled lower? I don’t know. The price was $10 below MSRP, the manufacturer makes quality receivers, and it was available right away. Replacing the trigger and butt stock will cost me around $130. Should I have bought a receiver without those parts? Could be. I would have had to get the buffer parts and install them, along with the grip, safety, and so on. I should be able to get 5 bucks for the old stock, and maybe I can sell the trigger parts, too.

I thought about people in tyrant-controlled states today. I thought about my cousin, who lives in the Illinois town Kyle Rittenhouse comes from. I feel so bad for them. I expect all of us to be tyrannized soon, but they’ve been putting up with it for decades. I was able to buy lots of guns with no waiting period. I never had to deal with an asinine, dangerous magazine limit. I have loaded up on mail-order ammunition. I’ve had a carry permit forever. I can drive around with a loaded AK in my truck. Florida isn’t perfect, but it could be so much worse.

I’ve been wondering what I’ll do when the civil war gets going. I’ll have to choose a side. I suppose that anyone who lives where I do will have to support the anti-Antichrist side or leave, even if he doesn’t take up arms.

Historically, Americans have chosen war and casualties over peace and tyranny. I think that’s what we’ll do this time, too.

Tyrants force wars to erupt by making people so miserable war looks better than compliance. I believe that’s where we’re headed. Gloating, sadistic statists will take pleasure in making us suffer, and they’ll overdo it. They’ll go after things that are too important for us to give up, and so many of us will be outraged, there will be sufficient support for rebellion.

It’s funny; Americans always seem to support nations that fight for independence, but half of the country opposed the Confederacy. Why is it that states can’t secede? “State” means “nation.” A state that can’t declare its independence isn’t a state. It’s a colony or an occupied territory. Why did the North feel it had the right to subdue the South? I’ve never seen that decision explained well.

It wasn’t because they wanted to rescue the slaves. The US didn’t have a history of trying to rescue slaves in other nations, and emancipation was not on the table when the war started. It had to be about wealth and domination.

The question of whether Americans are prisoners of the union doesn’t seem to come up much, but it looks like the answer is “yes.”

People are accusing Trump supporters of treason, while turning a blind eye to leftist terrorists who call openly for revolution. Personally, I think of treason as something you do to give an enemy an advantage over your nation. Seeking independence doesn’t seem like treason to me.

In America, you can get in very serious trouble for trying to overthrow the government, but should that be true if you’re really just trying to break off a few states? If I try to dethrone the president and Congress and impose a new system for all 50 states, it’s treason, but should it be considered treason if my state and I simply want to break up with the US, while leaving the existing government in charge of the remaining states?

I never thought I’d have to think about these things until recently.

If civil war starts, and I cooperate with the people who are in charge in my area of the country, recognizing their authority, will that make me a criminal?

My great-grandfather fought for the Confederacy, but he wasn’t tried or sentenced as a criminal. The North tried to kill him every day while he was in uniform, but when the war was over, they didn’t go after him.

I’m writing as though there will be a cessation of hostilities followed by reconciliation. That won’t happen this time. The tribulation will start, and things won’t ever go back to normal.

I guess I don’t have to worry about how the union will perceive me in the post-conflict future. I don’t expect that future to exist until the tribulation ends. By then, there will be no union to bother me.

There will be no post-conflict future while the union exists. While the union exists, conflict will be the future.

Anyway, today Donald Trump is my president, and I’m going to go pick up a new lower receiver today or Monday, and eventually, my new upper should arrive. That’s not so bad.

Sufficient until the day is the evil thereof.

Finally Technology Does Something Really Useful

I did it. I went thermal.

Big Tech is doing exactly what I said it would do several years ago. They are removing conservatives and Christians from the most powerful public forums. Twitter, Facebook, and Youtube have banned our president, and Twitter’s ignorant, fascist CEO says he is planning to go after more accounts. I see we have passed a pivotal point in the Nurembergization of America, so I believe two things: it’s time to grab anything gun-related I might want to own in the future, and this is not the time to worry about dollars and cents. Either I have plenty for retirement regardless of my firearm purchases, or what I have will be taken away, so fretting over a few thousand dollars is silly.

I ordered a thermal monocular which is small and light, plus a fabric cap to hold it for me. A lot of people buy bulletproof helmets to hold their monoculars, but I’m not planning to engage in hostilities, so I didn’t see the point in putting a bedpan on my head.

I guess I’ll digress. Plastic ballistic (“bulletproof”) helmets aren’t all that great when it comes to blocking bullets. It’s kind of interesting. The primary purpose of a soldier’s helmet is to block shrapnel, which is generally easier to deal with than bullets. When you shoot a ballistic helmet with a powerful rifle round, it will probably go through. Not that it has to go through in order to hurt you. Just about any round will shatter the plastic and deform it, possibly injuring you and making it possible for future round to drive the softened helmet itself into your skull. A bullet doesn’t have to go into your brain to kill you or put you in diapers. If it can put so much pressure on a helmet it deforms and enters the space your brain occupies, it can end your life or make it necessary for what’s left of you to go “live” in a facility.

I don’t think shrapnel will be the primary concern in the impending worldwide murder epidemic. Maybe I’m wrong. I’m just applying common sense to the limited information I have. I would think bullets and knives would be the big evils.

It looks like there are two kinds of hard helmets: ballstic helmets and bump helmets. A bump helmet is a much cheaper option, and the purpose is to protect you from things like clubs. I don’t think I need one of those. If a leftist pogrom mob is close enough to me to hit me with a club, I’ve already lost. The only way to protect yourself is to keep them at a distance.

My opinion is that a lot of people who are looking forward to civil war have unrealistic expectations for body armor and helmets.

Maybe I’m a hypocrite. I bought body armor. I wasn’t sure if I wanted it, so I bought it just to be safe. It was getting scarce, America was getting very angry, and I thought armor could be useful for home protection. If I’m willing to protect my chest, why didn’t I buy a helmet?

I think the armor was a waste of money, but I’m pretty sure I’ll be able to sell it if I want.

As for non-rigid caps that hold optics, here’s how they work. You mount your optic on your cap using a hinged arm and some other surprisingly expensive things. When you want to look at stuff, you swing the monocular down in front of your eye, and it turns on. The rest of the time, it’s out of your line of sight.

Thermal monoculars can be useful for a number of things. They can help you spot game which is concealed by darkness or partial concealment. They can help you track wounded game. Of course, they can also help you spot home invaders in and around your home. I don’t plan to hide behind sandbags and shoot leftist terrorists when things get bad and they come to my property, but I have to admit it would be nice to be able to spot them a long way off. It could give me time to pray, flee, write a goodbye note, set out some tofu, or whatever. It might give me a chance to drive them off with warning shots.

I want to try thermal for hunting. I want to use it to find animals to shoot. I also want to use it to find animals that are wounded, so I can finish them off.

I got advice from more-advanced gun nuts. Maybe asking was a mistake. Nothing satisfies these people. You say, “I’m thinking of getting a $3000 640 by 480 60 Hz BLMFinder Plus.” They say, “Don’t be an idiot. For just $40,000 more, you could get the Ultra-4K 2 GHz 3000-yard Hippiebuster Pro that interfaces with shoulder-fired missiles.”

There are some heavy-duty snobs in the night vision/thermal world, and more than a few of them are preparing for the specific purpose of going to war with statist lynch mobs and federal troops commanded by Biden (perhaps I repeat myself). You can’t let people like that set your standards. I want to locate hogs and squirrels PRETTY well. I don’t need to own equipment SEAL’s won’t have until next year.

I look forward to playing with this stuff.

My hobbies seem more important than ever. The end of the age is really here, and for a long time, I’ve had the firm feeling that what I do now doesn’t matter. The statists will win, God will extract his people, and that will be that. I’ll be raptured, or I’ll be killed. If I delete my blog and pretend I’ve had a leftist awakening, and if I destroy all my guns and start recycling and criticizing white people, it won’t help me, because I have a long, undeletable record of thoughtcrime, and leftists do not forgive. Kissing up to them now won’t help, and fighting them by carnal means won’t help. I don’t want to kiss up anyway. The thought is nauseating. I feel like all I can do is pray and entertain myself.

I wish I had done more things with guns and hunting back when ammunition was available and there was still some freedom left.

If Biden really assumes office, it’s going to be amazing to watch how the country transforms. He has a mandate. Conservatives hate to hear that, but it’s true. It may be a stolen mandate. I don’t know. But it’s a mandate. He has all of Congress plus the power to pack the Supreme Court. I foresee incredibly painful attacks on our rights. Curfews. Idiotic mask laws. Semiautomatic weapon confiscation. Unbearable environmental laws. A complete end to free speech. A lot of it should happen in 2021, and once Biden is removed and Harris takes over, it will be much worse. She will be the most vile tyrant we’ve ever seen, and we won’t be able to do a thing about it.

Holding onto this world is a big mistake. It’s turning into a soiled diaper. We have to stop lying to ourselves and seek shelter in God. The political fight appears to be lost forever. It’s insane to try to take the country back.

There is nowhere to go now. Persecuted Christians have always been able to flee to America. Now America appears to have fallen. It’s as though God has left the temple, the way he did before Titus destroyed it. Josephus, a Jew who did not believe in Jesus, wrote this:

Thus also before the Jews’ rebellion, and before those commotions which preceded the war, when the people were come in great crowds to the feast of unleavened bread, on the eighth day of the month Xanthicus, [Nisan,] and at the ninth hour of the night, so great a light shone round the altar and the holy house, that it appeared to be bright day time; which lasted for half an hour. This light seemed to be a good sign to the unskillful, but was so interpreted by the sacred scribes, as to portend those events that followed immediately upon it.

At the same festival also, a heifer, as she was led by the high priest to be sacrificed, brought forth a lamb in the midst of the temple. Moreover, the eastern gate of the inner [court of the] temple, which was of brass, and vastly heavy, and had been with difficulty shut by twenty men, and rested upon a basis armed with iron, and had bolts fastened very deep into the firm floor, which was there made of one entire stone, was seen to be opened of its own accord about the sixth hour of the night.

Now those that kept watch in the temple came hereupon running to the captain of the temple, and told him of it; who then came up thither, and not without great difficulty was able to shut the gate again. This also appeared to the vulgar to be a very happy prodigy, as if God did thereby open them the gate of happiness. But the men of learning understood it, that the security of their holy house was dissolved of its own accord, and that the gate was opened for the advantage of their enemies. So these publicly declared that the signal foreshowed the desolation that was coming upon them.

The 9th through 11th chapters of Ezekiel seem to be a pattern for what we’re seeing. Here is some food for thought:

And the glory of the God of Israel was gone up from the cherub, whereupon he was, to the threshold of the house. And he called to the man clothed with linen, which had the writer’s inkhorn by his side;

And the Lord said unto him, Go through the midst of the city, through the midst of Jerusalem, and set a mark upon the foreheads of the men that sigh and that cry for all the abominations that be done in the midst thereof.

And to the others he said in mine hearing, Go ye after him through the city, and smite: let not your eye spare, neither have ye pity:

Slay utterly old and young, both maids, and little children, and women: but come not near any man upon whom is the mark; and begin at my sanctuary.

Sounds a lot like the rapture and tribulation, doesn’t it?

It will be nice to have some new toys. I hope I’m not on earth to see human beings use them against each other.

New Upper Receiver on the Way

I think I’ll continue swimming against the current. It’s a beautiful day, and I feel great. The reality you live in depends on your relationship with God, not your lockdowns, creepy vaccines, or ridiculous, ineffective masks.

Last night I did something I had been trying to talk myself out of. I bought an AR-15 upper in .204 Ruger. It has an M-Lok handguard and a 1:10 twist, which is somewhat faster than the much-criticized industry standard of 1:12. It has a fluted varmint barrel 22″ long. People say you need about 21″ to make the .204 Ruger achieve top speed, and without top speed, .204 Ruger is somewhat pointless. It’s all about speed.

I use the present tense, saying “has,” as though the upper already existed. The company that makes it says it’s shipping uppers 1-4 weeks after they’re ordered. I’m hoping I’ll be more toward the one than the 4, because .204 Ruger is unpopular. Demand should be low.

For all the blue-state whiners who may come to check my blog, take heart. The .204 Ruger cartridge is not very useful for killing human beings.

I have never been a big fan of the AR-15, but my feelings keep evolving as I learn. I still think it’s a bad choice for self-defense because of the reliability issues. But it’s turning out to be a great choice for nearly everything else.

I thought the AR-15 platform was inherently inaccurate, because everyone said so. They said they got poor results with it. Of course, most people couldn’t hit their own rear ends with a pistol. Probably less that 1% of the shooting population is worth listening to when it comes to accuracy. I have learned that the platform is actually very accurate, so that concern is gone. Gas guns like the AR-15 are harder to shoot well than bolt guns, and very few people know how to shoot them, because they don’t get training. You have to be a better shot to run an AR-15. You have to know more. Once you do, you have a semiautomatic platform that holds 30 rounds and may shoot into under 0.5 MOA, depending on your ammo and the quality of your gun.

Not only will an AR-15 shoot well; learning to make it shoot will make you a better shot, all-around. The things you do to make an AR shoot well should also be done when shooting other types of guns. This makes the AR a better choice for beginners than a bolt gun, because it teaches you more. A bolt gun is like MIG, and an AR-15 is like TIG.

There go my accuracy concerns.

What about other advantages? Here’s a big one. The AR-15 is made to hold lots of stuff. If you hunt, there is no telling what you may want to put on your gun. A light. A bulky night vision scope and illuminator. A heavy thermal scope. The stocks bolt-action rifles come with are not made for all that junk, but AR-15 furniture is.

The additional firepower is clearly a plus. Some states limit magazine capacity for certain applications, but sometimes you can have all you want. I have a Thompson Center rifle which is limited to three rounds in the box. Three! They refuse to make bigger magazines, and no other company makes them. What if I shoot a pig and wound it, and I need to finish it off? If you screw up badly enough, you could need up to 10 rounds to do the humane thing. That’s not going to happen if I’m operating a bolt and changing magazines. Another thought: some animals charge hunters. You can see hogs do it in videos. Do I really want to face an angry pig with one round gone and three remaining?

It seems to me that an AR-15 or AR-10 is a great choice for someone like me. I’m not doing benchrest shooting, so I don’t need a super expensive target rifle. I need something practical and accurate for hunting and for the type of target shooting I do. I need the option of bigger magazines. I don’t need a perfect curly maple stock. I need something that works. It all adds up to AR-15.

For self-defense, I still say it’s Eastern bloc all the way. The odds that an AR-15 will stop up when I need it are slim, but the odds that a Vz-58 or AK-47 will stop up are vanishingly small. And 7.62x39mm is just plain better for self-defense.

This is how things look to me right now. Maybe the picture will continue to change.

I was resisting getting a new upper, but I am getting old, and what good will an expensive coffin do me? BLM and Antifa nuts will just dig me up and steal the brass handles and sell them to buy crack.

On the political and religious front, there is momentous news. Parler is dead. Who didn’t see this coming? When did I start telling people conservatives and Christians would be thrown off the Internet? Maybe 2009? It has been obvious for a long, long time.

People who have no idea how things work have been high-fiving and chest-puffing about Parler and Gab, saying they’re where real conservatives will go to be safe from censorship. Well, one down and one to go.

The amazing thing is that Parler set up its tent in Jeff Bezos’ front yard and expected to thrive! They depended on Amazon Web Services for hosting! “Hello, Mr. Hitler? Is it okay if we build a synagogue on top of the Führerbunker?”

Gab is still online, and in true self-serving conservative bigwig fashion, Gab’s CEO is taking advantage of Parler’s demise by poaching members. Come on over! You’re welcome! Of COURSE you’re welcome. What business doesn’t want another business’s customers?

It reminds me of Pajamas Media. Fight the exclusionary leftist Internet cabal! Join our exclusionary right-wing Internet cabal!

That went really well, didn’t it?

I may actually join, just to watch things unfold. It can’t make things any worse for me. Sodomy is an abomination! If you reject Jesus Christ, you go hell! Caitlyn Jenner is a man! I’ve said more than enough to get me on the persecution list.

Parler may get new hosting. Doesn’t matter. It has been shaken once, and to intelligent people, that shows it can be shaken again, with permanent results. Gab may be doing better right now, but the Internet is still part of the grid. It’s enemy territory, and it will be taken away one way or the other.

Conservative-friendly platforms will only be permitted to exist if they become so full of carnal people they advance Satan’s causes.

The left is violent and stupid, so we should be violent and stupid! The left relies on social media, so we should rely on social media! It won’t work. Statists are insiders, and we’re outsiders. The rules are different for us.

It’s wonderful, how Satan uses carnal conservatives and Christians to justify tyranny. A few benighted people executed a fleeting, minor riot in DC. A few true imbeciles put up Nazi and white supremacist content on Parler and Gab. Now we are all tarred as terrorists. It’s like gun control. A schizophrenic idiot who plays first-person-shooter games 14 hours a day shoots up a school, and the statists say it proves your pastor shouldn’t have an AR-15 to protect his 14 adopted Somali kids.

When did we decide unpleasant views justified depriving people of their platforms? That’s new.

Remember the Skokie case? A bunch of American Nazis decided to march in Skokie, Illinois, a neighborhood full of Jews. They complied with the law, just like other parade organizers. When the authorities tried to stop them, the courts stepped in. It’s legal for Nazis to parade in Jewish neighborhoods unless they break the law. In the United States, it’s legal to be a Nazi, a Communist, a jihadist, a Satanist, or a Klan member. It’s legal to write books and publish newspapers promoting your craziness. It’s legal to have TV shows and radio shows. Why, then, is it illegal for a Nazi to have a Facebook account?

Answer: because Satan needs a way to silence Christians. Holy-Spirit-led Christians are overwhelmingly conservative. Nazis and white supremacists also tend to be hold some conservative views, although Nazis are statists and closely aligned with the left in many ways. If Internet bigwigs can find enough Nazis and racists on conservative social media, and if they can mainstream censorship (which our government is not allowed to do), then they can silence lots of Christians. This will make the world seem more statist than it is, and people are unthinking herd animals. If they think everyone else is a statist, they will become statists, too.

Nazis and other nuts should be allowed on social media, and the correct response is to counteract their propaganda with truth. As people with common sense have always said, banning speech you don’t like leads to the banning of important, beneficial expression. The people who do the banning will always be corrupt, and they will always be unfair. It’s better to let people rant. Jesus was unpopular. The prophets were unpopular. If they were on social media today, they would be banned.

They’re already banned in many stores. Try getting a store clerk to say, “Merry Christmas.”

Some people say the winners write history. That’s not really true. Leftists write history, even when they lose. It’s how they shape the future.

You’re going to be censored online. Get used to the idea. No one is going to put up alternative services which will last and keep us in touch with each other. You need to hear from the Holy Spirit. He is our Internet.

Armed uprisings and new social media sites are carnal solutions, and you can’t win a supernatural war with carnality.

We’re going to lose. God is going to remove us from the world. You need to separate yourself from the provocation, which is just Satan, trying to get you to step out from under God’s protection. To sort of paraphrase the message of the old movie War Games, the only way to lose the war Satan is trying to start is not to play.

The Bible says we are supposed to be the head and not the tail. Here’s something God told me: wherever the head goes, the tail goes. Tails follow heads. That’s how animals are built. When Satan was cast out of heaven, he swept a third of the angels down with him with his tail. That means they followed him. Jesus was supposed to be their head, but they didn’t listen.

If you let Satan’s effort to tempt you to get carnal with the statists, you will be chasing his tail, and you risk ending up where he’s going. He’s a loser. Let him lose without the pleasure of your company.

Statists will torment us as much as our supernatural situations permit. Big deal. Once your body is gone, you will never see these people again. Remember what Moses said about Egypt’s army? “You will see them again no more forever.” Won’t that be nice? The statist terrorists can’t go where we’re going. They won’t be able to have parades in heaven. No more rainbow banners, naked men in body paint, or giant pavement propaganda graffitti.

It’s terrible that people will be destroyed, but it’s not as bad as going with them and continuing to be subjected to their presence.

They’ll get rid of me sooner or later, even though I pay my own hosting fees. Get ready for it. I don’t care. Not a big deal. I may as well thank everyone who has read this blog over the years, although don’t get too full of yourselves, because it’s not like you gave me a kidney. Maybe I have a year left. Maybe a few months. I can’t tell, so I thank you now.

Anode You’d Want to Read About This

It’s amazing how little normal homeowners know about the pitfalls of home maintenance.

I probably discovered water heater anodes last year, far into middle age, and I am not a stupid person. I wonder how many of my readers know about them.

Your water heater has a long metal rod in it, and the purpose is to prevent the tank from rusting. The rod corrodes, and the hope is that the tank will not. The rod is called a sacrificial anode. You can also find them on boat hulls and engines. If you don’t replace your anode regularly, you may come home to a rusty flood and no hot water.

I don’t know if there is a standard length for anodes. Mine is something like a yard long. Anodes are attached to threaded fittings at one end. The fittings go into female fittings at the tops of water tanks, and the anodes hang down in the water. The upper fitting on my rod has a hex at the top, and it’s 1-1/16″ in size.

Your anode is said to have a lifespan of 3-5 years, depending on the breaks. Soft water eats them faster.

If you’re mechanically inclined, maybe you’re already starting to see what a fun project checking an anode can be.

To get to my anode, I had to remove a plastic cap on top of my water heater. Then I had to dig out and dispose of a considerable amount of foam insulation. When they make water heaters, they’re too busy to put temporary dams around anode fittings when they shoot the foam in. They just fill the whole area up.

I had to use a screwdriver to dig the foam out so I could get to the hex, and when I was done, I had crumbs everywhere. I had to use a vacuum to get rid of all of them, because otherwise, they could have fallen into the tank. From there, I have no idea where they would have gone. I had to drain some water out of the tank to remove the anode, and for all I know, the mouth of the output tube was exposed so it could suck crumbs up and send them into my plumbing.

Here’s what Rheem, the company that made my water heater, says you should do. Turn off the power to the water heater. Open a hot water faucet in the house. Drain a couple of gallons out of the tank through the fitting on the bottom. Dig the foam out of the anode access hole. Put a wrench with a breaker bar on the hex fitting. Remove the anode. Check it. If it’s not looking good, replace it. If it’s okay, but it back in. Use 6 wraps of Teflon tape on the threads.

Obviously, one wonders why Rheem doesn’t put Teflon tape on the threads when they install the rods.

They have a Youtube video in which a well-groomed, chipper plumbing professional replaces an anode in about 20 seconds. He doesn’t mention vacuuming up crumbs. You don’t get to see him grunting while shoving on a breaker bar. They might as well have hired Betty White.

Once I had my foam out of the way, I put a socket with a 4-foot breaker bar on the hex and pushed. Here’s what happened: the water heater turned. The hex wasn’t having any of it. No movement whatsoever. Because Rheem didn’t put Teflon tape on it. The way they tell us to.

If I had kept pushing, I would have broken the PVC pipes going in and out of the water heater. What about having a friend hold the tank? Well, he would have to weigh about 400 pounds. The best I can do around here is a lady who probably checks in at around 125.

Funny; the video guy’s water heater didn’t get up and move like mine did.

Call me a cynic, but what if Rheem didn’t really want you to change your anode? What if they wanted you to give up and just buy a new water heater every 5 years? That would make their policy of over-torquing Teflon-free hex fittings a brilliant move.

Not suggesting anything, of course.

Rheem didn’t count on me and my tools. They didn’t see me coming.

I took my Harbor Freight hydraulic cart and put my portable compressor on it. I borrowed a short air hose from my air-powered hydraulic press/finger brake. I got out my impact wrench. Not driver. Wrench.

I rolled the compressor to the garage, put an impact socket on the hex, and blasted away until the crud on the seized threads broke and the hex came shooting up out of its prison.

HA. In your FACE, Rheem.

The anode didn’t look bad. I’ll bet I get three more years out of it. I put it back.

I wrapped it with 6 layers of Teflon tape, and I torqued it to the ridiculous figure Rheem supposedly recommends, which would be about right for putting lug nuts on aluminum rims.

Are you crazy? No I didn’t. I got some anti-seize and applied it to the threads. I tightened the hex with an ordinary socket wrench until it seemed reasonably tight but not likely to be hard to remove next January when I check the anode again. Assuming the rapture doesn’t save me from that job. I turned the water on and watched the hex carefully, and of course, no water came out. Why would it? Water fittings don’t have to be nearly as tight as air fittings, and I have installed tons of air fittings. They don’t have to be torqued down to the point where you burst a blood vessel in your head while turning the wrench, and water fittings require still less torque. I don’t care what Rheem says.

Was it safe to use anti-seize instead of Teflon? Who cares? Over the course of my life, as a result of lubricating that fitting, I will probably ingest an amount of anti-seize so tiny you would need an electron microscope to see it. I don’t sit around drinking hot water from the tap. I could have greased it with Ebola and plutonium and it probably wouldn’t have mattered. On top of that, I Googled, and all sorts of professionals say to use anti-seize. I haven’t seen any class actions yet.

Anti-seize is the correct thing to use when joining dissimilar metals with threads. I doubt Teflon is approved for that. Whether it is or not, I don’t trust it the way I trust anti-seize.

My other water heater is upstairs. There is no way in hell I’m going to carry my compressor up there. I’m not stupid enough to carry 75 pounds up a stairway. Harbor Freight sells a 100-foot air hose for about $11. Guess what I’m going to buy.

I was blessed, by the way. My downstairs water heater was installed in a closet with a 10-foot ceiling. What about yours? How much clearance will you have when you try to take your yard-long rod out of your heater? My bet: NOT ENOUGH. Why didn’t the video guy try to take a rod out of a water heater in a closet with an 8-foot or lower ceiling? Didn’t want to mess up his mani/pedi. That’s my guess.

The sissy.

“Sissy” is a forbidden word these days, so I try to use it a lot.

I would have loved to see him cutting his filthy, rusty, slimy anode in half with a sawzall after removing everything from the closet. That would have been precious.

I really don’t think they want you to change your anode. If they did, they would have made it easier.

When your anode goes bad, if you have a low ceiling or a shelf above your water heater, you’re going to have to find some way to cut or bend the anode to get it out. Then what do you do to get the new one in? I know the answer. They make jointed anodes that look like strings of sausages. You’ll have to buy one unless you want to cut a hole in your roof.

You’re going to have a hard time getting your old anode out if you don’t have an impact wrench. My wrench will instantly spin off fasteners a breaker bar won’t budge, and I had to hold it on my hex fitting for quite a while before it moved it.

Let me suggest something. Maybe it will work. When you buy your next water heater, because you couldn’t get the anode out of your old one, take the anode out of the new one. It should be much easier than removing it after a year of corrosion. Apply anti-seize and reinstall it. Maybe this will make it possible to get it out when you need to. If you have a low ceiling, put a jointed anode in before you install the water heater.

I’m just guessing, but I don’t see how these tactics can hurt.

I’m holy and anointed and all, but I still feel like punching someone at Rheem. If they cared at all, this job would be much easier.

The Antichrist Pupates

The strange dreams keep coming.

Last night, I dreamed I was on a farm my grandfather owned. He had a bunch of big properties, and this was one of my favorites. It was a 300-acre spread in a big bottom by a river. He raised cattle, and he also had soybeans, hay, tobacco, and corn.

In the dream, I thought I had inherited the entire place. Strangely, it was also in Ocala, where I live now. I found myself riding a Honda CT70. This is a small trail bike. They made them 50 years ago. My friend Mike had one, and he wishes he still did. His family had a farm near Ocala, and when I visited them, he let me ride the Honda. I thought it was fantastic. I didn’t have a driver’s license, so anything with an engine seemed wonderful.

In the dream, I was riding the Honda down a dirt road by a creek. I saw objects by the road. I saw a leather guitar strap. I figured it belonged to my tenant farmer. I hung it on a barbed-wire fence so he would see it, but the front of the strap had a lot of mildew on it.

I found myself carrying a strange lever-action BB gun. Between me and the creek, there were trees, and I saw squirrels in the trees. I tried to shoot one, but I didn’t have a clear shot.

When I got to the end of the road, I saw a house a stranger had built. I was not happy about it. I saw a utility cart shoot by from the left, toward another pasture. I followed so I could run the intruder off.

Where the pasture should have been, there was a settlement. It even had a medical clinic. I drove right into an exam room. There was a pretty blond doctor. I started telling everyone I owned the farm. Then I remembered that the family had sold it after my grandfather’s death.

In the next dream, I was here on my farm. I drove my utility cart up to my garage, and I saw a BMW Mini Cooper parked inside, along with another strange vehicle resembling a baby buggy. Again, I was not happy. I drove up the driveway, and I saw strangers getting out of cars. They were having some kind of celebration, like a picnic. I saw that I had outbuildings that were set up for it. One even had a sort of restaurant, under a roof but not enclosed. There were booths. A nice young black family was having lunch. The kids reminded me of a family I am very close to.

I started telling people I owned the place and that they had to go. I felt bad about ruining their event, because they seemed like nice people. It occurred to me that if I let them stay I might make some friends.

I approached a skinny red-haired guy with a beard. He looked like a caricature from a movie made by leftists. He looked like an angry, ignorant guy who spent all his time polishing AR-15’s and hoping for civil war. He was wearing a kerchief to cover his mouth and nose.

I told him everyone had to go, very politely, and he got mad. He said, “This guy hates NIGGERS!” I told him I didn’t use that word and I didn’t want anyone using it on my property. He pulled a sheath knife. I put my hand on my pistol, and I said, “I have that beat.” He yelled, “He hates niggers and Cubans!”

His wife, who looked like a Cuban, was next to him, and she calmed him down.

I walked around telling people they had to go. Whatever doubts I had about throwing them out were gone, after the episode with the bearded man.

What does it mean?

I live in an unusual atmosphere of safety. A lot of nominal Christians are not in the same position. They cling to dangerous cities and suburbs. When things go bad, they will flock to people like me and expect shelter. I won’t be able to do anything for them, although I might be able to help a few friends. Is the dream about Christians who won’t face reality and move while there is time?

A lot of Christians look nice on the outside, but the Holy Spirit hasn’t been allowed to do much work in them, so inside, they’re more like the Antichrist’s children. They are refusing to listen to people who tell them to move while they can. They trust their god, America, to look after them. They’ll try to burden the rest of us as the tribulation starts, but we will have to run nearly all of them off. They’re not really family.

Noah had to listen to his friends claw on the hull of the ark until the water silenced them.

Is this what the dream is about? I don’t know.

Today a friend texted me and sent a link to a Gab post. Gab is one of those sad conservative social media sites. I didn’t bother to look at it. The link suggested it was about Gab’s CEO. Apparently, conservatives are flocking to Gab, and he was welcoming them and defending Gab against accusations from the press.

I responded, saying I had little regard for conservative social media. I told my friend ham radio was probably the future. He liked that suggestion and asked where he could get information. My response: “Here’s irony: Youtube.”

What is Gab? It’s a high spot in a flood. The waters are rising, and conservatives and Christians (nominal and actual) are moving to high spots. Some high spots aren’t that great, and I think Gab and Full30 and Parler are examples.

If the left controls the Internet, can’t they take websites and apps away from us instantly? When persecution comes, is it smart to build your safe house in your enemy’s front yard?

I don’t think I’ve joined Gab. I recall being disturbed by credible tales of actual racism and hate there. I’m all for free speech, and I’m all for my right to choose not to hear it.

I have a Full30 account, but if Youtube is a Cadillac, Full30 is a rusty Vespa that needs a ring job. None of the conservative social media midgets are worth my time.

One of the Youtube Christians who go around healing people put up another video today, insisting Trump wasn’t going anywhere, even if Biden managed to get inaugurated. He’s excited about executing traitors. Yesterday, I saw another one making the same confident prediction. Would that it were true. I think they’re mistaken, but I’m not claiming God told me anything. Even recently, I’ve felt faith that Trump would stay in office, and God can do anything, but I have had faith for things that didn’t happen.

I have a crazy troll on my Youtube channel. She subscribed. I keep deleting everything she says. She does not like me. Sadly, on the Internet, enemies are more loyal than friends. She won’t go away.

She put up an angry comment saying Trump was just another globalist. A person who believes something that insane can believe anything. She shows that conservatives who don’t hear the Holy Spirit are as nutty as anyone.

Statists are deceived by demons. They really think white supremacism, which barely exists, is a problem. They think Republicans, not the well-known mobs of leftist terrorists, are the big danger to America. They think Trump, who fights to weaken the government, is a dictator. The nuts on the right who don’t listen to the Holy Spirit are just like them. They’re all Antichrist puppets. They’re all dangerous.

The guy who wants to see traitors executed put up a text a friend sent him. I’ll tell you what. I’ll take the time to transcribe it.

Don’t ask who I am and this will be my last post.

Trump is completely de-platformed… but the phones are still very much working. Also Trump’s peace missions and isolationism are about to pay off.

As I speak Trump has spoken to

Bolsonaro – Brazil
Modi – India
AMLO – Mexico
Suga – Japan
Putin – Russia
Jae-Ryong – S. Korea
(unknown) – Israel
Salman – Saudi Arabia
Fattah el-Sisi – Egypt
Duda – Poland

Why?

If there is one thing governments fear, it’s an unruly mob. The second thing they fear…a foreign global corporation that can control their population, unconditionally silence them and threaten their power.

Within the next 48 hours these governments will announce the process of passing legislation or using emergency powers to nationalize or take control of Twitter/Facebook/Google/Cloudflare(Microsoft)/Amazon(AWS).

The news will be such a system shock that by Monday, there will be a massive selloff of Big Tech and that will start pulling down the stock market with it.

You’ve been warned.

The execution guy says he’s not claiming it’s correct. Just putting it out there.

Okay, who trusts text messages that start with, “Don’t ask who I am”?

I don’t know much about the nations on the list, but here in America, no one will nationalize anything. First of all, it’s illegal. Second, the government loves social media. The real government is leftist at its core, and the social giants do its propagandizing. The Deep State loves the social giants. The new leftist-controlled Congress loves them. Biden adores them. You may hear some insincere squawking from time to time, from politicians who want to seem like they care about freedom, but in the USA, the social giants will continue to be protected, barring martial law.

China will never go after the social giants, because the social giants are already China’s slaves. They do everything China tells them to do. If China takes over, it will gain nothing, and it will get the headache and expense of running social media sites.

For a long time, I’ve believed that social media and other means of tech networking would replace the world’s governments. I still believe it. It’s inevitable. I think governments will support the giants because the giants seem to help them, free of charge. You know what they say, though. When you think you’re getting something for nothing, you’re the merchandise. The social giants are buying up power, irreversibly.

Social sites and apps are the nervous system and voice of the Beast, and the Beast will decide who wins. It’s really that simple. Conventional governments will go the way of brick-and-mortar stores and the print media, and we will see a new stage of human development. It’s like the Beast is going from larva to pupa.

I don’t want to be part of a colonial organism with an IT nervous system, no matter how much safety and security it promises us. The thought of being forced into unprotected mental fornication with billions of gross, unsavable boneheads who are wrong about everything makes me want to vomit. I wouldn’t want their fetid bodily fluids on me, and I really don’t want their mental, emotional, and spiritual secretions and excretions in my ears and mouth all day.

Statists want to turn us into a secular family. I refuse that offer. I don’t want to lie in a big, sweaty bed with stupid people who play video games all day and think Kim Kardashian and Megan Thee Stallion are heroes. Three years ago, God gave me my dream of being isolated from those people. Now the Beast wants me to share their toothbrushes? NO! I will never go back. We shouldn’t have to be raped daily by the government in order for it to do its proper job.

I’m not sure nationalized social media would be an improvement. Right now, in America, the First Amendment doesn’t apply to them, so they can limit our speech and ban the president himself. No one can sue. There is no redress. If the government owns them, they’ll have to obey the First Amendment. That sounds good, but the government itself is destroying the First Amendment, along with the Fourth, Second, and the biggest joke of all, the Tenth. As of today, Facebook could choose to let us speak freely. If a leftist government takes over, Facebook won’t have that option.

I think a government takeover would be a waste of time. The government is part of the Beast, and it always has been.

A government takeover might slow things down briefly, but it wouldn’t help in the long run. And the text message isn’t true. It’s just a rumor some crank put out. The big announcement is supposed to come by tomorrow. Don’t hold your breath.

There are no secular solutions. There is no secular salvation. The name “Yeshua” means “salvation” for a reason. The red baseball caps won’t protect you, and neither will Gab. If you insist on living near Antichrist hives, your guns won’t protect you, either. They’ll just prolong the siege.

It seems that the closer you get to God, the holier the people you leave behind are. If you become a nominal Christian, outright reprobates will drop you. If you pursue the Holy Spirit to some extent, most nominal Christians will drop you. If you really sink into the Spirit, people who don’t speak in tongues enough and who think Creflo Dollar is a genius will drop you. Presumably, if you get closer still to God, the people who reject are only slightly less close will drop you.

Is this what’s happening to me, or am I simply refusing to believe true prophets?

If the Beast’s servants are becoming more powerful and morphing into something new, shouldn’t God’s children be morphing, too? There is always symmetry in the supernatural.

I don’t think God wants a military coup. How would that glorify him? It would glorify the military. I think Trump is washed up, forever. I think rebellious America spent years making itself a big, juicy vomit sandwich, and we’re about to have to eat it. I think we’ll endure unbelievable indignities under President Biden, and President Harris will be even worse. I will be surprised if we don’t lose the Supreme Court within two years.

We should eventually see things like wealth taxes and attempted gun confiscations, even in red states. Maybe the government will steal land and redistribute it to minorities.

I believe people who really listen to God will get out of cities and be raptured before the tide of filth reaches their high spots, and Christians who don’t listen will be tormented as they were in Rome. I don’t believe those of us who got out will be able to help the others to any significant degree. They made their choice, we made ours, and I believe God will force most people to live by their choices.

Maybe the government will impose travel restrictions, taking the matter out of our hands and sparing us the pain of deciding whom we can take in. Travel restrictions have already been tried here, and under Biden, they are nearly certain to be imposed nationwide.

I’m not prophesying. Just making my best guesses based on the way the world works.

It would be wonderful if I turned out to be wrong. It would be nice to see God keep Trump in office.

Well, apart from the ensuing deluge of riots and murders.

Satan is Huffing and Puffing

I had a remarkable dream this morning.

I was in bed, in my favorite bedroom in my grandfather’s house. For some reason, my sister and one aunt were there.

My grandparents were still dead. They didn’t appear in the dream.

There were items on the floor of the room, in the corner. Things that were part of the estate.

One item was an Inuit soapstone sculpture. My dad took me to Alaska when I was 12, and he brought back a soapstone sculpture by an artist named Luke. It wasn’t very good. Made for tourists. It was an Inuit carrying a dead seal. In my dream, my grandfather had bought one, too, although he didn’t really go to Alaska with us. His carving was also an Inuit carrying a seal, but it was much nicer than the one my dad bought.

When I left Miami in 2017, I threw the real sculpture out. I had read that these sculptures had religious significance to the Inuits, and I wasn’t about to keep an idol in my house. I set it beside the road in the trash heap. American Indians worship demons and practice witchcraft. I told my friend Mike about it, and he loves to joke about how much he loved the sculpture and wishes I had given it to him.

In the dream, I put my grandfather’s sculpture on the bed, and I took a picture and sent it to Mike. The seal had turned into a wolf.

The house shook. It felt as though it had jumped 6 inches in the air and come back down. I heard wind howling outside, pressing against a window that faced east. In real life, there was no such window. The bedroom window faces north.

I wasn’t worried. I thought about the age of the house. It had been there since 1965, and nothing had hurt it.

Then the window broke. A piece of lumber had flown into it, breaking the grids and glass in the upper half of the window. Wind blew into the room, but I didn’t really feel it. I saw objects sailing toward the window, from yards away. They moved horizontally, as though something carried them. My longstanding feeling that the house was a safe shelter was instantly destroyed.

I moved to the left side of the window. There were about 18 inches of wall and then a corner. I stood in the corner. Nothing inside the room was damaged, and I wasn’t afraid. I watched with interest.

When I woke up, I wondered if the dream meant anything.

Here is what it seems to mean. My sister represents the world. Not the planet; the people. Not all of the people; just the overwhelming majority who don’t know God at all. This makes sense, because years ago, God gave me this phrase: “The whole world is like my sister.” She thinks she’s smarter than everyone else, and she can’t listen, so she doesn’t have God’s guidance or protection.

My aunt represented weak Christians.

The house represented America. It was a place I thought of as home, and I thought it was a safe haven. Lots of arrogant Americans think America is safe and invincible. That’s nuts.

The storm was the approaching tribulation. The airborne junk was Satan’s missiles. When the house jumped, it was Satan, being allowed to shake the world and start the torment.

This is how I see it, after praying.

I was in the house, but the house wasn’t my protection. When the place I thought of as my protection turned out to be open to attack, I was fine. I don’t know what happened to my aunt and my sister.

I believe that when my sister appears in dreams, she represents the people and spirits who belong to Satan. Worldly people and evil spirits that drive them; worldly people are the children of Satan and the body of the Antichrist. I think when she appears in my dreams, it means the forces of the fallen world are trying to call me back.

It’s unappealing, to say the least. My sister is the most repugnant person I know. Just to be in a room with her is to suffer. The only way she brings people happiness is to leave. People dread her arrival and celebrate her departure. When she fell in a ditch, broke her leg in two places, and had to move out of my aunt’s house and stop tormenting her, my aunt, my cousin, and I thought it was an answer to prayer. There is no possibility that I will ever interact with her again, unless I am forced.

I refer to her as my former sister or my biological sister.

One of the great things about my walk with God is that he separated me from people who make me miserable. The thought of going back is ridiculous.

I know some people who are reading this have abusive spouses or spirit-crushing bosses. Imagine life without them. What could any of them offer you to make you go back? It’s unthinkable. Death would be better.

A Youtube preacher who heals people has posted a video about a recent dream. He was with a group of people, and he was wearing a white shirt. He noticed blood on the back of his shirt, but no one else saw it. He went up a set of stairs and went to a room where there was “a rack of priestly garments.” He changed clothes. He wasn’t hurt.

He thinks the dream is about Mike Pence, refusing to take his own stand on things and putting the burden on the president. I don’t think that’s right.

In the Bible, Jesus is represent by a stairway. In Jacob’s dream, Jesus was a stairway to heaven, and angels were walking up and down on him. People call the stairway a ladder, but that comes from the King James Bible, not the Hebrew. In Hebrew, the word translated “ladder” can mean “stairway,” just as “ladder” means “stairway” to a sailor.

I believe the dream is about the rapture.

Christians are being betrayed on earth, and betrayal is something your friends and relatives do to you. If your enemies hurt you, it’s not betrayal. Betrayal is treachery. Christians are betrayed by people who claim they, too, are Christians, every day. They vote for our persecutors. They belittle people who have the gifts of the Holy Spirit. They preach lies in order to take our money. They’re hypocrites. They were never really on our side. They stab us in the back.

Prophecy says we will be taken to heaven in the rapture. There, we will have to have “wedding garments,” because Jesus will have a 7-year wedding. He made it clear that people who don’t have wedding garments won’t be allowed in. The Bible says we are kings and priests, so priestly garments and wedding garments should be the same things.

Prophecy also says raptured people will return to rule with Jesus after the tribulation.

It all matches up with the dream. Jesus, the stairway, is the one who raptures people. When we’re raptured, we will put on new garments. Our wounds, like his, will be healed.

The rapture will be a sifting. The betrayers will fall through the sieve and stay here to experience hell on earth.

Maybe his dream was not prophetic, but it sure looks like it was.

I can’t swear my dream came from God, or that it predicts the future, but dreams have been reliable for me in the past.

The things I predicted regarding the Internet continue to come true. They’re pushing us off the web. Twitter just banned President Trump permanently, and Facebook has locked his account. Google and Apple have banned Parler, the conservative Twitter clone, from their stores. You have to download and install it elsewhere. They claim they will not distribute communication apps that don’t have censorship. Supposedly, conservatives involved in storming the Capitol expressed support on Parler. Parler says it has a mechanism for getting rid of dangerous content, but Google and Apple reject it.

I signed up for Parler, but I don’t use it because it’s useless. We can’t replace the social giants with social midgets. It will never work. We’re like Jews trying to mitigate the effects of the Nuremberg laws. Satan is the god of this world, and he controls the Internet. We’re not going to win on that battlefield.

We don’t need to communicate with each other using gadgets if we communicate with the Holy Spirit, but only a small percentage of us do that. The rest of us are worldly and feeble. They’re worthless as warriors. They’re like arthritic old ladies trying to fight tanks with pugil sticks.

I wonder if they’ll get me after violence sweeps across America. I own this domain, and I pay the hosting fees, but what does that mean, in a pre-tribulation America? Will my insignificant blog draw their attention? If it does, there won’t be anything I can do when they delete it.

My hosting company is in Utah. Maybe it’s run by Mormons. If so, maybe there will be some resistance. Mormons tend to be conservative.

If I understand God correctly, I keep hearing him say this mess won’t touch me. I hope that’s true. if things go as expected, a lot of people are going to be hurt, and I prefer not to be involved. There will presumably be mob theft, arson, murder, rape, and torture. We should expect lots of dead bodies, along with things like amputations and crippling.

Civil wars are interesting, because the hatred is more intense than it is in wars between nations. It takes much longer to forgive. The Japanese were the most vile, cruel, sick, racist enemies we ever faced, but 5 years after Hiroshima, the US and Japan were buddies. I don’t think America’s future conflict will work that way.

I don’t want to be part of the violence, whether as victim or perpetrator, and I don’t look forward to poverty or starvation, either. I would much rather go upstairs. I don’t want to stay here, and I definitely don’t want to go to the basement. I hate the prospect of being ruled by sadistic, benighted, self-righteous statists here on earth, and the beings that rule in hell are just like them, only many times worse.

It’s disturbing to see people who claim to know the Holy Spirit talk about shooting leftists and having executions. They’re on the wrong track, and their remarks will make it easier for the Antichrist’s people to justify coming after us. Saying you listen to the Holy Spirit will only make you look more dangerous. I really don’t believe the Holy Spirit is advocating violence. Think about Peter and the Garden of Gethsemane.

I agree with the angry future combatants (both camps) about one thing: I want it over with. I feel like the universe is on pause.

Plus Gas Gun Progress

I am now the proud owner of a Coyote Reaper XXL infrared illuminator.

I got myself an ATN night vision scope a long time ago, and I never got around to doing much with it. The idea was to shoot coons, coyotes, and pigs at night. There are no pigs here. I didn’t know that. I don’t have any excuse for not shooting coons and coyotes.

The scope amplifies light, including infrared, and it comes with a very small IR flashlight that works okay up to maybe 30 yards. Perhaps I’m being generous. Everyone says you need a bigger illuminator to get anywhere. You can spend a gigantic amount of money on one, but I don’t see myself investing heavily in things to make a low-end $600 scope work. If the Coyote Reaper won’t do it, then it won’t get done. If I get serious, I’ll have to spend several thousand dollars on a thermal scope, and the illuminator will gather dust.

I didn’t understand how big the illuminator was when I ordered it. It’s maybe 9″ long, and I would guess it weighs as much as a Coke in an old pint bottle.

For some reason, ATN put the illuminator rail on the left side of the scope, so when you attach a big illuminator, you get a huge weight pulling down on the left side of the gun. I found a solution. You can get a picatinny adaptor for your forward sling stud. You remove your stud, install the adaptor, and attach the illuminator to it. The adaptor has a little sling stud of its own, so theoretically, you could still use your sling. With your giant flashlight in the way.

When the adaptor gets here, I will try the illuminator out.

Maybe the smart thing is to put everything on my AR-15, which is made to hold lots of hardware.

My varmint gun, which has yet to kill a varmint, is a Thompson Center bolt action in .204 Ruger. It’s very nice, but Thompson Center Fudded it up with a 3-round magazine. This means I get 4 shots per varmint encounter, tops. Thompson Center does not make a bigger magazine, and neither does anyone else. They’re also pretty jerky about selling parts to consumers, so I’m all done with them. They won’t sell me upgraded trigger parts for this gun.

It seems to me that a smart person will want a big magazine when shooting pigs or other pests. You want to be sure you kill them, and pigs have been known to charge, so it can’t hurt to have reserve ammunition to help them change their minds.

Back when I got the gun, I didn’t understand the sporting potential of the AR-15. I thought people were winking and giggling when they called it a hunting rifle. Of course, I was very wrong. If I were shopping today, I would forget all about bolt action varminting. I would buy an AR-15 in .204 Ruger.

I can remedy my mistake if parts become available. I can buy a .204 Ruger upper for my AR-15 and convert it instantly. If I place an order today, my upper receiver should arrive some time in 2035.

If I have a second upper, I can leave the night stuff on it. Then I won’t have to worry about losing the zero on my regular scope when I remove it to install the ATN.

Nothing is simple.

I’m still looking into thermal monoculars for spotting and tracking. I have already learned that thermal would be great for finding wounded squirrels.

A popular Youtuber who calls himself Tactical Rifleman recommends the FLIR Breach PTQ136. This is a very small monocular which shoots pictures and video. They say it works very well. Problem: people say FLIR has officially abandoned the civilian market. They say FLIR’s customer service was disgraceful to begin with, and they expect FLIR to stop making parts for things they have sold to civilians. So you could spend a lot on a Breach and then have it turn into a paperweight.

It looks like competitive devices made by friendlier, more competent manufacturers cost about 40% more, at least. The Tactical Rifleman hasn’t recommended any, and that makes sense, because he probably has a business relationship with FLIR.

A German outfit called Andres makes a device called the Tilos 3Z, and it’s apparently better than the Breach, and Andres actually cares about customer goodwill, but you pay for the upgrade.

I’m interested in hunting, but a lot of the people who know a lot about night vision and thermal are interested in other uses, if you get my drift, so you have to filter the advice you get. Hunting equipment can be used for home security, but it’s not really what you would choose if you were serious. Some equipment swings both ways. Some is better for one use than the other.

There are some real fanatics out there, happily spending tens of thousands of dollars on this stuff. These are the folks who will utterly demoralize leftist mobs if we have a civil war. They’ll shoot them at night, from long distances, while the mobsters are feeling safe and doing bong hits, chuckling about the social justice they plan to deliver the next day. They’ll be looking forward to posting selfies of the conservatives they’ve beaten up (and worse), in homes they’ve invaded, and suddenly rifle rounds will appear out of nowhere and change their outlook.

I’ve learned that hog hunters practice shooting on a timed signal. That’s bad news for mob thugs. If one person fires multiple rounds at you, and the first round misses, you can look for cover. If 5 people shoot at once, it’s different.

I don’t know too much about the war-preparation scene, but it looks like there will be very serious and unexpected problems for leftist aggressors. There are people out there who own large numbers of automatic weapons, including .50-caliber machine guns. There are people who own Barrett .50-caliber bolt action rifles. A rifle like that is mainly intended to kill things like cars and trucks. They’re not very accurate, but how accurate do you have to be to hit a Prius?

A business near me has a .50-caliber machine gun on display. Ready to load into a pickup and take wherever it’s needed.

Rapture me now, before it happens. I don’t want leftists shooting at me, and I don’t want conservatives abusing me because I won’t shoot at leftists.

Trump says he will not go to the inauguration. I’m trying to decide whether that’s a good move. Showing up would take more character than staying home, it would make him look less childish, and it would be a conciliatory gesture. On the other hand, conciliatory gestures don’t work well on leftists. George Bush tried to appease them over and over. Every time he offered his hand, he pulled back a stump. His opposition had zero class, and since then, they have gotten worse. A lack of grace is one of the left’s defining characteristics.

It probably doesn’t matter if Trump tries to make peace. In order for that to work, you have to be dealing with people who want peace.

We are in for some nasty times if Biden actually takes office. Imagine the loss of liberty, the taxation, and the environmentalist oppression. Gun rights may be damaged extremely severely, in a time when leftist mob violence is the norm. Leftists will do their absolute best to disarm us, and with two branches of government under their control, they may be able to pass some very sick laws. Biden will try to weave us into the Antichrist’s “family.” Leftists want us to be a colonial organism like the Borg. Privacy and autonomy are going to shrivel, fast. Freedom of worship will continue to be destroyed. The government will dramatically expand its role as a sponsor of persecution.

I’ve been right, right, right about this, for years. That bothers me, because the things I foresee now will be extremely unpleasant. Conservatives who don’t know God will live in humiliation and defeat, every day, unless they resist by force of arms. Then we’ll have war, and can we characterize that as success? I don’t think so.

Even when you think something big is going to happen, it’s still shocking when you see it come to pass!

Guess I should go out and shoot a few rounds. Writing blog posts is not improving my marksmanship.

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Went out and shot 40 rounds of 55-grain Australian Outback ammo from the AR-15. I used my new Adaptive Tactical buttstock, which has recoil padding. I shelled out the princely sum of $25 for it, at Joe Bob’s Outfitters.

I am quite happy. My average group size was 1.5″, including all flyers except for one I made after I turned a turret the wrong way. My worst groups were 2.02″ and 2.13″.

The wind was gusty, it blew hard enough to be unpleasant, and it changed directions by at least 180 degrees while I was out there. With a very ordinary AR-15 and non-match ammo, I think I did fine. I was fiddling with the buttstock to get the length of pull right, I caught technique problems, and things still went well. The credit must belong to the gun, the people who made the ammo, and the guy who made the training videos I watched, because I made errors.

I still need to learn to use a DOPE book. I have no idea what to put in it. “It was hot today. I didn’t shoot too well. The Dairy Queen by the range doesn’t sell banana split Blizzards.”

I learned more than you would think from a quick session. I found out I was pulling the trigger with the tip of my finger, so I stopped doing that. I think that causes horizontal stringing because you have to work so hard to make the gun go off. I learned that my zero was two clicks too low. I got my new buttstock adjusted. I got better at recoil management, per the instructions I picked up from training videos.

This is not a bad gun at all. The best AR on earth might shoot what? Three eighths of an inch, in perfect weather, with ideal ammunition, clamped in a vise? I’m using a $790 gun intended for self-defense, and I don’t have match ammo or handloads. The bullet manufacturer says this bullet’s wind drift at 100 yards is about 1″ for 10 mph, I was definitely getting crosswinds higher than that, and I still shot and average group of 1.5″ at 104 yards, where 1 MOA is 1.09″. The weather people are quoting 13 mph right now.

If I can do this well on a bad day while making mistakes and learning new methods, I would hope to do a little better on a good day with more practice. Maybe this gun will average below 1 MOA without a new barrel or fancy ammo. If so, is there any point in thinking about upgrading it? I don’t know that I care much about the difference between 1″ and 3/4″. I think it would cost me hundreds of dollars to get it.

Greatness is Behind us; Ahead, the Abyss

I generally avoid looking at the news. It’s written by dishonest and deceived people who don’t know God, and the enemy uses it to destroy faith, denigrate Christianity, and promote all sorts of sin and perversion. It’s generally not helpful, and as I have noted in the past, Smith Wigglesworth refused to allow newspapers in his house.

I suppose what he did makes sense. Like the Talmud, newspapers are full of gossip, and God hates gossip. Much of what we think of as legitimate news is just gossip.

In spite of my habit of ignoring the news, I have seen a few things lately. It certainly looks like Joe Biden and the woman who will probably succeed him this year will be installed in office on January 20.

Nothing is certain, and it’s wrong to walk by sight. For all I know, something unexpected will happen during the next two weeks, and Biden’s victory will be invalidated. That would be nice. But things generally go the way they’re expected to.

Trump has not conceded, but he says there will be an orderly transition on the day of the inauguration, so concession doesn’t seem all that important.

Yesterday, a group of carnal Republicans did the unthinkable. They rioted at the Capitol. It looks like they forced their way in and shoved the police. Congress was trying to certify the electoral vote, and the mob was not having it. An unarmed conservative lady was killed by the police, for reasons that have not been explained.

News outlets were very quick to use the word “rioters,” even though they have never applied the term to the left’s terrorists. They are also trying to convince people the crowd carried two bombs. I looked into that, and as of yesterday, it appeared that this rumor was shaky. The only story I saw that described the “bombs” said a couple of pipes and some wires had been found. Doesn’t matter what was found. These objects are now bombs in the minds of the public, and the press will probably see to it that this impression is reinforced.

I have seen stories containing the phrase “4 dead,” as though Republicans had swarmed through the Capitol shooting random people with AR-15’s. I later learned that three people died from medical problems during the kerfuffle. Now, if you die from a stroke or heart attack or a bad fall at a Republican gathering, you’re a murder victim, and Republicans are the killers. I wonder how many people have died during the left’s terrorist attacks over the last 12 months. At least 32 people have died violent deaths. I don’t know the figure for deaths from natural causes, because no one reports it. There is no reason for them to report it, because it has no relevance to legitimate news.

Some people are calling the protest an attempted coup. That’s preposterous. A small, unarmed bunch of excited Trump supporters disrupting a session of Congress can’t expect to take over the nation, and no one with common sense or integrity would suggest they tried. They were just making a foolish, last-ditch, illegal protest out of desperation. No one in the crowd seriously thought they were going to install a new government.

These people were encouraged not by President Trump’s nonexistent incitement but by the way the left’s terrorists have gotten away with murder. They thought they, too, were entitled to act up. It doesn’t work that way. Leftists always get a pass. Conservatives have the book thrown at them. These people should have known that.

The response to the protest has been over the top. Leftists have been committing terrorism systematically for months, and their actions have been mischaracterized as legitimate protests. They have even been praised. Now one group of misguided conservatives has entered the Capitol unlawfully, shoved the police, and then gone home as ordered, and they are demonized as violent revolutionaries.

It’s a big victory for the Antichrist community. They finally have one example of conservatives performing what can arguably be called a riot. They will not let it go. They will hold this atypical event to their chests and guard it and polish it like a rare precious stone, and they will display it over and over to justify their tyranny and terrorism.

I’m very disappointed in the people who stormed Congress. It was a ridiculous, counterproductive thing to do. It provided the left with a propaganda bomb, it turned many conservatives against Trump, and worst of all, it brought conservatives down closer to the level leftists traditionally occupy.

How long have I been saying it? America is not going to be saved. Trump was an aberration; an outlier. He helped the patient rally, but the patient is still going to die. Waving signs, wearing red hats, encouraging conservatives to vote, and buying guns will not fix our problems. America has been destroyed by pride and idolatry. If there were a path back to victory, it would only be through repentance and prayer.

Carnal people don’t understand. They seriously believe Trump is their savior. As recently as last year, they were gloating over the left, saying things would continue swing in the right’s favor. It was idiocy. We had lost the House. We had a tiny, shaky majority in the Senate. We had an unpopular president who had lost the popular vote. We had a majority in the Supreme Court, but Joe Biden has the power to pack the court, so the Supreme Court is not much of a levee. We were never ascendant. We were just experiencing a short period of grace. America’s decline into defeat and depravity never stopped.

The damage isn’t just political. I have seen at least three people prophesy that Trump would be re-elected. I know there are others. What are we going to say when Biden shuffles to the podium and takes the oath? What will we say about our relationship with God? We tell the world we have the answers. We say, “God will do nothing but he reveals his secret to his servants the prophets.”

A prominent “prophet” named Hank Kunneman said God was giving Trump another term. Some pastor in Las Vegas said the same thing. A lady I watch on Youtube said it. I wasn’t watching her for the purpose of hearing about the future, and I never assumed she was right, but I thought she might be. There must be many preachers across America who have “prophesied” a second Trump term. What will they say now?

Most likely, their failures will be ignored. That’s what we traditionally do with false prophets. We’ll forget their mistakes and continue to accept future predictions, as though nothing had gone wrong.

I wonder if it will occur to leftists to make compilation videos of the false prophecies.

I’ve enjoyed watching a preacher named T.B. Joshua. He’s a Nigerian. It appears that he truly does heal people, and had has given people words of knowledge that appear to have been true. He predicted Princess Diana’s death. At the end of 2019, he provided his prophecy for the 2020.

Most of what he said did not come true. He said there would be a big event in Iran that would shake the world. Never happened. He said world leaders would have health problems. Never happened. He said 2020 would be a year of humbling and fear, and that came true, but it’s a pretty vague prediction. I can assure you that 2021 will be a year of humbling and fear, but I can’t call it a prophecy. It’s just obvious.

A now-famous pastor named Dana Coverstone issued a video prophecy. He correctly predicted the pandemic and a coin shortage, but he also predicted things that didn’t happen. He said Chinese, Russian, and UN troops would be in the US in 2020, because of the election. Didn’t happen.

We have lots of self-anointed prophets but not much accurate prophecy.

This morning while I was praying, I thought about Samson. I have said that America reminds me of him. He defeated his enemies easily while God’s power flowed through him, but he let himself be seduced by a worldly woman, and he told her the secret of his strength. She had someone shave his head, and when he rose up to fight his enemies, they restrained him easily and shoved a knife into his eyes.

America is like Samson. We love to crow, “USA! USA!,” as though we were a race of superheroes whose innate power made us invincible, but we’re just like other people. We are not particularly strong or smart. Only God gave us victory, and we have turned away from him. We turned away from prayer, which was the hair that gave us strength. Now we are not only weak but blinded. What are we supposed to do if our prophets can’t see?

The news is now nearly completely useless. Journalism is a thing of the past. Our supernatural eyes have been put out, and our natural eyes only see what Satan allows to be put in front of them.

I have been trying to assess the things I believe I receive from God, so I know which ones to discard and which ones I can rely on.

I have developed a habit of asking God yes or no questions, and it has usually worked, but there have been too many failures to ignore. I felt as though God said “yes” when I asked if Trump would be reelected, for example. I never made a prophecy about it, and I never said I was sure it would happen, but I felt it strongly. This is just one example of supposed answers that didn’t pan out. I think it’s best to stop relying on the practice of asking God yes or no questions. Maybe it will eventually start working, but for the moment, it isn’t.

I have a strong habit of prayer in tongues. It works. It never doesn’t work. It’s very powerful. It has never let me down. I’m not letting it go.

Based on something I saw in a Derek Prince video, I tried prophesying at will. So far, it has not caused any problems. I don’t think I’ve said anything crazy yet. It has been very helpful. I plan to hold onto this practice until I find a reason to give it up.

For what it’s worth, I keep hearing that punishment is about to fall on the world and that I should not be concerned about it because I will be spared and kept separate. I keep hearing that people have made their choice and that there is no point in praying for them. I don’t mean there is no point in praying for individuals. I mean there is no point in praying for nations or the world. The world planted a harvest, and now it has to eat it.

Maybe these things are wrong. I’ll watch and see, and if they don’t come to pass, I’ll know something was amiss, and I’ll correct myself.

I haven’t heard anything about civil war, but it appears to be beginning. The potential combatants are armed and ready. Many are like racehorses eager to burst out of the gate. It also seems that Christians will take part in it. Most Christians are carnal. They are not transformed. They’re just like unbelievers. They are proud. They believe in hard work and self-confidence, not the charity of God. It’s no wonder we see conservatives and Christians beginning to act like the Antichrist’s children. Many are his children; they just don’t know it. Anyone who depends on, and has faith in, the flesh is a child of the devil.

The Bible says that during the tribulation, spirits of lack, murder, and disease will be released. The spirit of murder will rule the leftist tyrants and terrorists, as well as the Christian and conservative people who think the AR-15 is the tool that will save them. It won’t be hard to get fake Christians out in the streets in plate carriers and ballistic helmets. They’ll think they’re serving God by shooting at leftists.

I don’t want to be here for the tribulation. I do not want to be part of a militia. I don’t want to be in a position where I have to choose between defending my home with violence or being killed or enslaved. I don’t want to be a puppet of the Antichrist. I don’t want to see America turn into a video game or a disaster movie.

This earth is not worth fighting over. Not until the appointed time, which is pretty far off. Jesus himself refused to do it.

I dread seeing Biden and his eager successor Harris take over. Things are going to deteriorate badly once they and the new Senate are in power. Our gun rights are dead. Our speech rights are dead. Our property will eventually be taken and distributed to the obedient. Our liberty and lives will be taken.

Trump isn’t coming back in 2024. He’ll be lucky if he isn’t arrested and executed, along with his family.

We just saw a disgraceful, disgusting thing happen in the Capitol, and I am not referring to the protest. Democrat Representative Emanual Cleaver delivered the opening prayer for the 117th congress, and he concluded with an attack on the trinity and Jesus:

Now may the God who created the world and everything in it bless us and keep us. May the Lord make his face to shine upon us and be gracious unto us. May the Lord lift up the light of his countenance upon us and give us peace — peace in our families, peace across this land and, dare I ask, oh Lord — peace even in this chamber, now and ever more. We ask it in the name of the monotheistic god, Brahma, and god known by many names by many different faiths. Amen and A-woman.

Brahma. “A-woman.” This is what America has come to.

God is Yahweh, the Jewish God, and no other. He is Yeshua and the Spirit of Holiness. He is not Brahma. Brahma is an evil spirit or group of spirits who lead people to hell. To worship Brahma is to worship Satan and hate Jesus. It means nothing when people honor “god.” The word “god” is not specific. Jesus called Satan the god of this world. You have to acknowledge Jesus by name, or you’re against the Father.

“Amen” is Hebrew for, “It is true.” It is unrelated to the word “men.” Cleaver was taking a swat at God’s masculinity and his will that our leaders be men. God is not female. The human race is feminine in relationship to God. We were supposed to be his bride.

Cleaver’s revolting prayer is a slap in the face to God. It’s as though he were sent to cleanse Congress of the Holy Spirit’s presence so Satan can rule.

It’s as though Satan were announcing the transition in advance. I suppose that in the supernatural realm, the transition has already been made. Maybe Cleaver’s filthy prayer is punctuation, indicating the end of Christian America and the official start of Satan’s America, and by extension, Satan’s complete rule over the world.

America was the last major stronghold of God.

I suppose I’m all done praying for America. I see no point in spinning my wheels. I’ll focus on maintaining the bubble I live in and on trying to bring other individuals in.

What do I Really Want?

It’s a beautiful day. Overcast and threatening to rain. It’s beautiful because I’m on my own farm, far from Miami, closer to God than ever, considering going outside to shoot squirrels.

I just made buckwheat pancakes with dark maple syrup. Wonderful. If you don’t feel loved after a plate full of buckwheat pancakes and a big mug of ginger tea with half and half, you don’t have both oars in the water.

Oddly, while I’m enjoying the sensation, I’m thinking about weapons.

The rapture has not come. I am still here. The Antichrist’s left-wing troops are still moving toward pogrom-style persecution involving bringing mob violence to the suburbs and farms. I need to be prepared.

What’s the answer? Do nothing and accept martyrdom when the enraged millennials arrive? That’s not a crazy option. I don’t like the idea of killing unsaved people, even if the alternative is being killed. Another option is to be armed as well as I reasonably can. If I do that, I can respond with a show of strength, or with violence, if needed. If God shows me the better way is to sit on the porch and wait to have my throat cut, I can still do that even if I’m armed.

I’ve thought about night vision and thermal optics. If you can fight in the dark, you can literally massacre overconfident nighttime home invaders. Yesterday I wrote about ordering an infrared illuminator for a night vision scope which I already own. The purpose of the illuminator and scope is to help me shoot things like coons and coyotes. Maybe pigs. But anything that will help you shoot an animal at night will also help you defend yourself from nocturnal murder gangs.

I keep researching the alternatives. It looks like night equipment for hunters is not necessarily the same as night equipment for the defense of life and property.

There are two kinds of nighttime optics. Night vision and thermal. A night vision optic uses infrared light, which is always present, to give you a picture a lot like a black and white TV. My understanding is that night vision optics come in two flavors: relatively inexpensive jobs that rely on illuminators, and pricey units that don’t need them.

The step in price between the two types is pretty big. I bought my night vision scope, which works okay, for about $600 in 2017 or 2018. A military-style night vision monocular will run about $3500. Why? Because it works much better.

Defensive shooters generally don’t use night vision scopes. They put monoculars on their helmets. The monoculars are mounted so they can swing down for use or up out of the way. Instead of using your scope to show you what’s happening, you use your monocular to look through your scope. Instead of an IR illuminator, you use an IR laser. It lights up the bad guy, you see it through your monocular and scope, and you plug him. He has no idea what’s happening, because he can’t see the laser beam.

I believe this is right. Not positive.

Finding the bad guy (so you can use your scope to shoot him) is different, if I have my facts right. A defensive shooter would want a second monocular next to the first one, with thermal circuitry. You locate bad guys with thermal, which is easier, because they light up like hot pokers, and then you use night vision to take them down.

This is all very different from what I am currently contemplating. I expect to be able to use my night vision scope and illuminator, coupled with a thermal monocular for scanning. Compared to a rig with two monoculars, I believe my equipment would be harder to use in a defensive situation. I would be able to use night vision for shooting, but a scope isn’t as good as a monocular for looking around to see what’s happening near you.

What if they show up during the day?

In the daytime, a thermal monocular would still be helpful because it lights up human beings. The night vision scope works in daylight, so it would be useful, too. I would not need night vision to see what was happening around me, so I would not need a monocular for that. I don’t think a night vision monocular would be useful during the day. It wouldn’t show me anything I couldn’t see by other means.

Actually, it would let me use an IR laser, but it still seems like a bad idea.

I feel like I should get a thermal monocular no matter what. If I want to hunt critters when it’s dark, or I want to be able to spot them more easily during the day, a quality thermal monocular is the way to go. Sadly, they are not cheap. The $500 ones are fine for watching your dog run around in your backyard, but you have to blow a lot more to get something that works well enough to trust for defensive use.

Would I ever get a night vision monocular? I guess it depends on how bad things get. I can’t say $3500 is a high price for safety, but I’ve already taken pretty substantial measures.

I really like hunting and shooting, but that doesn’t mean I want to live in a world where I need to use my equipment and skills on human beings. I know people who live in total harmony and brotherhood right now. They’ve already left the earth. How hard should I work to delay my arrival in their company?

In all likelihood, I will never get a serious night vision monocular. I don’t think I value this life enough to make the expenditure and aggravation worth it.

Rodents Win the Day

In case anyone is wondering, smoked squirrel is pretty good.

I went out today for another day of rodent eradication. I didn’t want to deal with open sights, so I took my Savage A22 with a Nikon Prostaff II Rimfire.

I also decided to take my squirrel call. It’s from a company calle Primos. It’s a rubber bulb and a tube with a reed. You squeeze it, and it makes noises that are supposed to sound like squirrels.

The folding backpack chair has turned out to be a good tool, so I took it with me and set it in a likely place. After maybe 15 minutes, I decided to try the call. I made a number of noises that I intended to sound like the examples I had heard on the web. I got no response at all, Truthfully, I think the call is a joke. It’s supposed to say, “I’m a squirrel! I’m a squirrel! I’m eating tasty nuts!” I think it really says, “I’m a gullible hunter! I like fried squirrel brains!”

I didn’t see a single squirrel in that area. I did hear an owl, however. It set up behind me and hooted like crazy. Then some other type of bird of prey swooped in with a critter dangling from its beak and perched between me and the trees I was watching. I couldn’t see it well enough to identify it. The bird, I mean.

Here is my genius guess: squirrels aren’t anxious to come out and play while owls are screaming nearby and other birds are tearing up freshly killed mice or rats.

I moved farther in, and in my next spot, I saw a couple of squirrels and watched them for a very long time. If I had had a shotgun, they would be in the fridge right now, but they didn’t present safe .22 shots. I came home with nothing, except some old Nehi and Heinz ketchup bottles I found.

The day was not a total loss. I got to hunt, I learned more about what not to do, and I smoked the squirrel I shot yesterday. I brined it all night with baking soda, and today I put a little rub on it and threw it in the smoker with some St. Louis ribs. The ribs are still going, but I ate the squirrel.

The verdict? Lots of potential. The flavor was really excellent. It was dry, though, so I think it needs to be greased at least twice while it smokes, and it should be sealed in foil after an hour or so to keep the steam in. It also seems to need a lot more salt than pork.

Smoking will work, and it’s less aggravation than frying. I have a new go-to squirrel method.

I like hunting from a chair, but I think it would be worth it to get one that swivels. Squirrels can’t be counted on to pop up in front of you, and if one appears to the rear or far to one side, a stationary chair is a problem. I would need to find one that swivels quietly, though. And it would have to be light.

A wheelchair would be perfect. The big wheels would work in my woods, and I could turn it in place.

I live in an area where used wheelchairs probably sell for 10 bucks.

I plan to get in as many hunting days as possible while the season is open. I may put one of my squirrel feeders in the woods. There is no point in playing fair.

In other news, I have a big infrared illuminator on the way. This is an infrared flashlight you can attach to a scope or rifle. The purpose is to allow me to use my night vision scope. It came with an illuminator, but everyone says the stock illuminator is useless.

If I can get the scope and illuminator to work reasonably well, it may be time to bite the bullet and get a very expensive thermal monocular. This would allow me to sit outside at night, scan for coons and coyotes, and blow them to varmint perdition. The thermal monocular would also be good for security, assuming I’m still here on earth when angry statists start prancing into the well-armed meat grinder that is rural America. It’s a bizarre yet highly likely future scenario. If it happens, they will show up armed with laser pointers, pink hats, loud music, and bottles of their own drug-test-failing urine. A few may have cheap AR-15’s they don’t really know how to use. They would be met with $7000 thermal scopes and .338 Lapua. Then, of course, there would be the dogs.

Out west, they would be in really serious trouble. Because of the geography, a lot of westerners who don’t think of themselves as snipers, militia nuts, or precision shooters routinely take game from hundreds of yards away. This is normal out there, so hitting a fat elementary school teacher armed with a Kel-Tec full of .380 FMJ, while he’s 200 yards away, at your gate, still getting out of his mom’s Prius, would not be challenging.

I hate coons and coyotes, for obvious reasons. I don’t hate bobcats, but I probably should. I should also hate armadillos, because they dig dangerous holes. My farm isn’t the ideal location for a deer or turkey hunter, but there are still lots of things you can pop at night with specialized equipment, and in doing so, you would prepare yourself well for the day when Soros-sponsored buses full of goons show up to pick on what they think are soft targets.

Here’s to the day when all of God’s children have been removed to a place where everyone bathes in love and lives in harmony. Hope I get there before the entitlement posses start patrolling.

Moving on From my Recent Laundry Triumph

I have a surprising and atypical story to tell today. It’s about love and romance. I realize no one wants to hear about romance from old men, so you may want to skip this post. An old man who talks about romance comes off like an old man trying to get girls to dance with him at a rave.

Anyway…

From time to time, God does little things for me that change the way I think or feel, permanently. Last night he gave me a dream. I was reunited with the first girl who ever kissed me.

The story of the kiss may sound seedy in some aspects. When I was 16, I went to Europe with a group of other kids. We headquartered in Lucerne and traveled to other cities. I met a girl I will call Louanne. For most of the trip, she was involved with my roommate and high school friend, John.

We finished the trip with several days in Paris. One day, a girl named Pleasance–a cheerleader–came to my room and shocked me by asking me to go to dinner with her. At some point in the preparation, John was invited, and Pleas invited her roommate, Kathy. John started pushing his way to Pleas on the way to the restaurant, and suddenly, Kathy was left out in the cold while I tried to assert my right to escort Pleas. I didn’t succeed. Later I learned that John had a personal first that night with Pleas. Maybe this was her plan. Maybe she wanted to be initiated in Europe. I call John a friend, but he was never a real friend.

By this time, John and Louanne had been on the outs for weeks, perhaps because she did not want an initiation or an abortion.

On the last night of the trip, the organizers took the entire group to what I now believe was a gay bar. This was the Seventies, and the world was wilder in some ways. For example, the kids came from different schools, each group had a teacher as a chaperone, and one of the chaperones was romantically involved with a 17-year-old beauty from Jamaica. Our chaperone was my former algebra teacher. She was about 24 and very attractive. She was a wonderful lady; a Messianic Jew. I remember her rowing me around Lake Lucerne in a boat, wearing a bikini top and cutoffs and urging me to take my shirt off.

She died a few years back, so it doesn’t matter if I tell.

I had a lot to drink at the bar, and there was dancing. Louanne asked me to have a slow dance with her, and while we were dancing, she really planted one on me. I shouldn’t say “one.” It was more like a session. I was very pleased. I had hoped to start something with her, but after John, she moved on to a guy named Brad, and I figured that was that.

At some point down the road, back in the US, I finally realized Louanne wanted more than a kiss. She wanted a relationship. But I was too dysfunctional to catch on. We corresponded from time to time over the next few years, and I saw her a couple of times, but we didn’t become a couple.

Sometimes I feel like she’s the one who got away, but then I think about what a mess I was. She didn’t get away. She escaped. When I didn’t come through for her, it was a blessing. I wasn’t fit for anyone to marry.

It looks like she never married. I Googled her out of curiosity a few months back. I was not interested in contact. Just wondered what had become of her. She’s a very successful lawyer, still using her maiden name. Very sad. A waste. I don’t know what happened. She was a very attractive girl with a pleasant personality.

Last night, I dreamed that Louanne and I were together. Of course, she was young. I don’t have romantic dreams about middle-aged or elderly women. We walked around on my farm. I showed her some kind of tractor implement I had made. At one point, we found ourselves sitting together, and she leaned over and sort of draped herself over me. There was not a lot of activity. We just pressed ourselves together so there would be as much contact as possible, and we held that position.

It reminded me of something God told me a long time ago: he created the universe for love. We tend to think of God as the commander of a military organization, or as an unapproachable, ultra-holy, perpetually annoyed being who disapproves of everything we do. We turn Christianity into a game show, with God as the host. Score as many points as possible, avoid disqualification, and you win. In reality, Christianity is about deep, burning love among members of an eternal family. It’s also about perfect trust; the kind of trust you and your wife have before the first one of you commits adultery.

I know all these things, but I am not able to keep them in mind all the time. The world draws us away from God. We have to think about food, shelter, money, and so on, so we are not able to stay in constant touch with God. We get distracted, and we have to have prayer sessions to recover.

God gave us the Song of Solomon. It’s a book that can make you uncomfortable, because it’s clearly about a bride and groom who are about to have sex for the first time. It’s not about friendship or platonic love. I have an audio version of it, and it’s a little disturbing to hear. The actress who reads the part of the Shunammite sounds highly aroused. It’s not the kind of experience you typically get from an audio Bible.

We all want love, intimacy, and perfect trust, but we live in a world where many people are single or divorced, and we treat sex as though it’s all about lust and physical pleasure. We die of thirst, surrounded by water.

Jesus visited me twice, and when he was in my presence, I didn’t feel that I was with a game show host, a football coach, a prison warden, an executioner, or a judge. I felt warm, intense love radiating toward me and through me. I felt it physically. I felt perfect peace and trust. I knew nothing bad could happen while he was there. Ever since then, I’ve wanted to feel those things again, and I also wanted to feel them coming from me. I’ve been more interested in basking in his presence than in getting trivial prayers answered. It’s funny; I always wanted marriage, not sexual flings, but I wasn’t able to find a wife. I’ve always wanted intimacy with God, but I have only had two really intense encounters with him that included a sensation of being wrapped in love.

Meanwhile, the men who get the most women to love them dread relationships. They say the right words and do the right things, they get what they want, and then they move on to new conquests. They’re like people who eat the best doughnuts out of a box and leave the worst for everyone else. They take the best women have to offer, and they leave them bitter and defiled. And when they take off, the women wonder what happened, and they want them back.

My history with women is a lot like God’s history with humanity.

You can tell me I passed up women I should have married, but that’s not true. The options I had were not acceptable, for very sound reasons. Atheists, leftists, older women, needy women, women who wanted to be my mother, women who just were not and could not be attractive, married women, women involved in other religions…there was just no way.

I don’t fully understand the relationship between God and the Bride of Christ. It’s strange for a man to be part of a bride. I do know that we were created so we could be part of a family bound by intense love and perfect trust. The earth is a corrupt place. Not much of the original sparkle shines through the crust of filth. It’s hard to hold onto the understanding of what God intended us to be. It’s very helpful to have him remind us. The dream was helpful.

America is full of hate right now. Statists are drunk with it. The things they say and do to their betters are astounding. They’re like fatherless ghetto children who hit their mothers and mug the elderly. They want a world of hate and lawlessness. BLM and Antifa are showing us the future of America. When God calls his people home, America will be like a prison yard with no guards. Everyone will be out to hurt and take. The people who hate God will get exactly what they’ve been pushing for, and it will humiliate them and make them suffer more than they can imagine now.

The Revelation says God himself is the light of heaven. There is no shadow or darkness there. His light shines through everything. That light must be his love, because I know his love shines like light. During the tribulation, there will be very little light down here.

We are told that his enemies end up in outer darkness.

I hope this blog post is helpful to people who are distracted by rules and traditions that make them forget God’s love.

Clean Clothes, Clean Heart

Yesterday when I got my new eco-hostile, non-moldy, fast-working washing machine, I nearly lost my mind. I was so happy, I texted friends about it. I sent pictures. I sent two of them a video. I blogged and vlogged. I did several loads of laundry just for the pleasure of seeing how much better the new machine was. I went into the laundry room and inhaled so I could enjoy the way the machine smelled.

Is that normal? Doesn’t seem like it. The pleasure I get from that machine amazes me because it’s so extreme.

What have I learned about strange events? God has shown me that when things don’t seem to make sense, there is a supernatural explanation.

Something must be going on.

In my blog post, I said I had been “raptured” out of the body of people who are stuck with smelly, moldy laundry (i.e. the majority of Americans). I thought it was a funny parallel, but at the same time, I really felt raptured. I felt I had been spared a great evil.

People are saying things like this to me:

This was another thing Trump was pushing for. Appliances that actually worked including shower heads.

yeah , President Trump talked about that at one of his rallies last year. He talked about showers and how because of regulations -people could only get a stream of water, he said he was putting an end to all these regulations

Why do I post these remarks? Because they show there is a bigger pattern. It’s not just about washing machines. It’s about state-worshipers–the Beast’s children–trying to extend the Beast’s power into every area of our lives. The Beast knows we’re going to retreat. We move to the country. We move away from minorities because they’re so caught up in the Beast’s propaganda. We find jobs where we’re less likely to be forced to take “sensitivity” training and proactively endorse homosexuality. We keep low profiles. The Beast knows what we’re doing, so he is coming after us in our homes.

Earth-worship is a very old part of Satan’s plan. It existed in ancient Greece. It existed in ancient Israel. The Nazis were big environmentalists. Now modern American statists are using it to control Christians.

The moldy smell of your clothes and the degrading necessity of wasting 90 minutes of your time waiting for a mechanical slave to do a 30-minute job are little messages. “You’re of the earth, not heaven.” “You’re part of the herd.” “We control you.” “Wear the yoke; there is nothing you can do about it.”

Satan loves to teach people that they’re helpless so they won’t fight back. This is why he loves welfare. People who get too much help from Uncle Sam start to realize their lives won’t improve if they get jobs, so they develop a condition known as “learned helplessness.” They quit trying. This is what Satan wants you to feel. “Stop resisting the state. It’s your family now, everyone else is going along, and besides, you’re too small and isolated to win.” Abusive environmentalism is just one of Satan’s attitude-adjustment tools.

They’re talking about issuing “passports” to people who take the covid vaccine, giving them rights the rest of us won’t have. Barring a real plague, you should have the right to decide whether or not you want a shot. Covid is not a real plague. Severe effects will always be limited to a very small, easily identified and separated segment of the population. The vaccine is not needed. It’s just a tool to teach you obedience.

Terry Gilliam Correctly Identifies the Left’s God

Donald Trump is no apostle, but God gave him to us to help us, and he does God’s will whether he knows it or not. He is a wall between the Beast and the Beast’s desires. He provides better support for Israel than previous presidents. He helps the church. He helps the unborn. He fights the religion of statism.

Trump’s attitude toward the earth-exalters reflects God’s attitude. You may be willing to accept showers that don’t get you clean and washers that put mold in your clothes, but God doesn’t want to see his children set below the earth in the universal hierarchy. It’s an inversion of authority. The earth was created for us. We’re supposed to shape it and exploit it to help ourselves. When things that benefit the earth in trivial ways become more important than cleanliness, it shows that we have lost our status as Earth’s royalty.

One of the plagues of the Revelation is attacks by wild animals. Look it up and see. In Genesis, God put the fear of man into animals. He did it because we’re better than they are. We are more important, as Jesus said in his remark about sparrows. The plague of animal attacks will reflect humanity’s degradation and loss of status. Moldy clothes reflect the same problems.

Mold is a wild creature. So is the covid virus. They, and other new assailants like the insect that spreads citrus greening and the mosquitoes that spread Zika, may be small, but they’re wild creatures. The Revelation says bigger ones–“beasts”–will eventually follow suit.

We’ve already seen bigger creatures increase in power over us.

Our predecessors had the good sense to kill bears, wolves, and lions. Americans love lions. Africans hate them because they kill people and livestock. We used to have the same attitude toward big predators, before we became fruity, cringing, self-pampered snowflakes with waxed moustaches and tattoos. Right now, wild animal attacks are increasing in our country because predator hunts are limited and people with zero common sense are reintroducing predators in populated areas.

Florida is full of bears, and the wildlife commission says science shows hunts are appropriate, but the commission refuses to sanction hunts because of pressure from blue-county statists. Bears have attacked people, pets, and livestock here, they have killed Floridians (contrary to what certain websites say), and they have driven many people to run for shelter, so it’s not like they’re harmless.

I’ll tell you what. If a bear or any other dangerous animal menaces me on my property, I’ll kill it without a second’s hesitation and leave it for the turkey buzzards. Or I’ll put it in bags and take it to the dump. And no one will know. The state works for Satan, so why contact law enforcement and trust the devil with my future? The investigation which is least likely to result in a fine or arrest is the one that never happens.

If non-Christian scientists are to be believed, coyotes have had millions of years to make it to the Eastern US. Why didn’t they show up until late in the last century? Scientists tell us it happened because the Mississippi froze, allowing coyotes to run across. That’s completely asinine. Obviously, the Mississippi has frozen many times in the past, and coyotes are more than smart enough to cross bridges. They can also swim. Why are they here now, killing calves, poultry, and pets? The Revelation seems to have the answer.

Florida is full of pythons now, and they’re big enough to kill women and kids. They eat pets. They eat deer. Livestock are surely being eaten. They even eat alligators. People have had pet pythons for decades, and they have gotten loose many times. Why didn’t they gain a foothold until recently? Why didn’t their population explode until a short time ago?

The python problem will get worse. They can live in fairly cold places, so they’re moving north. Their projected range includes North Carolina and most of California. If you think it’s just a Florida problem, wait and see how wrong you are. Once they hit Georgia, they’ll be free to move west.

People who are used to being on top are now headed for the bottom. Christianity put their ancestors on top, the ancestors had godless, entitled, ungrateful progeny, and now the corrupt descendants of the godly think they have the same status their forebears had. They feel entitled, for no good reason. It doesn’t work. They run from animals and types of people who used to be subordinate. Modern Americans are like Samson after his head was shorn. They think they’re still strong, but they’re defeated.

Samson got up, glowered at the Philistines, and probably told them they were in for it. Then one or two men grabbed him and held his arms fast, easily, while somebody shoved a knife in his eyes.

I love my washing machine because it reminds me of a principle of Christianity. We are supposed to be washed with a great deal of water. The Holy Spirit is supposed to flow in us like a wide, deep river. We should wash ourselves internally by praying in tongues abundantly every day. The reason moldy washing machines stink is that they use so little water. They have special parts that hold onto old water that never gets rinsed out. It stagnates. The things God gives us rot and cause problems if we hold onto them and stop looking for new things. Remember what happened to manna when people tried to save it for an extra day.

My clothes are mold-free because my machine doesn’t use water sparingly. It uses gallons and gallons. If I want to be clean inside, I have to let God’s water pour through me every day, in great abundance. When it comes to laundry, I have to go back to the ways of the past, because the modern way of making a washing machine brings rot and disease. Mold provokes allergies, and allergies are diseases. Black mold, which is the kind washing machines make, can be lethal in some cases. If I want to do well as a Christian, I have to go back to the old practice of prayer in tongues.

It’s odd that environmentally conscious people have started a crusade against mold in homes, but they’re silent about mold in our clothing.

Mold and other types of rot can represent carnality. We’re supposed to be filled with doctrine and other types of information by the Holy Spirit, continuously, every day. Denomination bigwigs don’t receive daily impartations. They don’t know the Holy Spirit. They rely on long-dead individuals who may or may not have heard from the Holy Spirit, and they add their carnal guesswork, which increases the rot. Denominations may have started with God’s help, but they continue with man’s error.

God isn’t an environmentalist. His word says the earth will wax old like a piece of clothing. He’s not fretting over the thought that you might throw a deposit bottle in the trash. He doesn’t care. The earth will be physically devastated during the tribulation no matter how many ridiculous carbon credits you have. Make reasonable use of the earth and focus on pleasing God, not seals and whales which were put here for our benefit.

My New Washer isn’t Green, and Neither are my Clothes

This is easily the greatest day of my life. I just installed a non-green top-loading commercial washer.

I took a picture of her. I have to share.

I can’t believe she got here so fast. My horrible old LG washer pooped out two days ago, and I’m already back in business.

I already wrote about my hatred of modern front-loading mold-growing washers. They don’t get anything clean. They take forever to run. You have to do half loads because otherwise the clothes don’t get wet. They’re perfect examples of leftist hypocrisy. Tell people you want to save water and energy, then make washers that have to run twice to do the same work. And of course they break down sooner, so the energy and material costs of manufacturing, selling, and installation are at least doubled.

I threw two queen-sized blankets in it to try it out. I have a habit of using my bed as a gunsmithing bench, so they had grease on them. I’m timing the machine to see how long it takes. It’s so beautiful It must have used 10 gorgeous gallons of warm water to fill itself.

When it started spinning, I ran into the laundry room and rested my head on the lid. Ecstasy.

This machine is wonderful. It only has 6 settings. It has knobs. No LED display. No video. No phone app.

I’ve already done my first load and started my second! I timed it. It did a whole load in under 30 minutes! In your FACE, greenies!

I love that green start button. Someone at Maytag must have done that as a personal chin-flick to Al Gore.

I can’t remember what it was like to have clothing that didn’t smell like mold. I guess it’s been over 10 years. I’ve been a prisoner, leaving washer doors open so they were always in the way. I had to plan my laundry in advance because I knew I would have to be awake 90 minutes after the machine started, to move things to the dryer. This is incredible.

Guess how much energy the new moldy washers save? Guess! Actually, I don’t know the answer, but it can’t be much, because the little sticker on my new machine said the yearly power cost would be $18. If $18 is bad, what’s good? Did running my old machine cost $17.50? It was certainly worth it to smell like a homeless person. I really saved the planet.

Best case scenario, if the old machine used no power at all: $18 in savings. Come on. Who seriously thinks that’s a bargain? If I offered you to pay you $18 to stink for the next 12 months, would you take it?

I’m going to be buried next to this washing machine. That’s how much I love it. I’m going to have the funeral home director fill it with plastic grocery bags and plastic straws. Thank God I live in a place where plastic is still king. Back in Coral Gables, grown people who should know better are lugging their groceries around in ludicrous paper bags that split.

I came up with a great idea for people who hate paper bags. You’ll thank me. You know how groceries give you a choice between paper bags and bringing your own? Here’s what you do: go on Ebay and buy a thousand plastic grocery bags for $13.99 (actual price). Then bring them to the store and make the bag people use them! Hey, you brought your own! It’s legal!

When you’re done putting your grocery bags away, throw them out! They cost a penny each! Who cares?

This is so great. This is better than the time I bought old-fashioned eco-hostile nozzles for my plastic gas cans. It feels better than throwing all my old curly fluorescent bulbs into the trash, to be carted off to pollute the landfill with mercury. I thought that felt good, but it pales next to the joy of knowing my clothes won’t smell.

I think I’ll change my tractor’s oil and pour the old oil out in the yard. I’m on a roll.

Factory veal! Where can I get factory veal?! I…I want to paint my house with lead paint! I must have it!

I SUPPORT WHALING! GET ME A WHALE BURGER!

I’m going to cook my whale burgers on a fire made from burning coronavirus face diapers!

I can’t tell you how great it is to have a real washing machine. I was so tired of bending over to get stuff out of the old one. I was tired of the lying LED display that told me my clothes would be done in 3 minutes, only to make me wait 15. I hated knowing that leftist goofballs who were completely wrong were able to make me a slave to a stupidly designed machine I could not live without.

It’s the laundry rapture! I’ve been called out of the mildew-smelling masses!

This is actually what the Messianic Age after the rapture and tribulation will be like. Imagine a world free of idiocy.

My second load is done! Twenty-seven minutes! What else can I wash?

It may take me three days to wind down. Buy one of these machines. You will love it.

Keep Your Genes Clean

I have fantastic news. My washing machine is going to have to be replaced.

As we move toward the Antichrist’s colonial-organism, totalitarian model of civilization, we are facing increasing governmental intrusions on our private affairs.

I know. “Tell me something I don’t know.”

Appliances and other products are filling up with “features” that make us miserable. Leftists have a sick fantasy of a future in which everybody is green, smitten with homosexuality, vegan, and virtuously poor, and they are reaching into our lives in unexpected ways in order to force their perverted, pathological vision on sane people.

Case in point: washing machines. They don’t work any more. Washing machines were targeted because they use a lot of water and power. Leftists think the world is going to run out of water and energy, and they aren’t as interested in cleanliness as the rest of us, so they went after our washing machines and ruined them.

If you have a washing machine made in the last few years, you probably smell like Roquefort cheese when you sweat or rain hits your clothes. Modern washing machines use very little water, and for some reason, the technology that reduces water consumption causes mold to grow in them. You can’t get rid of it. You can leave the machine door open all the time so it gets as dry as possible. You can buy ridiculous fans that sit in washing machines and speed up drying. You can run bleach through your machine. You can clean the rubber gaskets with bleach. It doesn’t work. You may get some improvement, but wait for the next rainy, humid day, and you will still smell like dirty gym socks.

Statists aren’t interested in practicality. They’re interested in the messages products send. It’s okay if you smell. If it bothers you, it proves you’re bourgeois. The French don’t bathe much, and they’re better than us. They’re chic.

Statists love shoving half-baked technology down our throats to solve problems we don’t really have. They can never wait for the good technology. You have to have curly fluorescent bulbs that don’t work, NOW (rhymes with “Mao”). You have to have hybrid cars that only work because of subsidies NOW. You have to smell like a slice of green, furry bread NOW.

If modern washing machines are so bad, why is it good news that my machine is dying? Won’t I just have to replace it with another cheese-smelling mold farm? No! There are still a couple of machines that work, and I just bought one.

Many people think Speed Queen machines are the answer. Speed Queen makes commercial equipment, and they also make consumer products. Until 2017, they still made very sturdy washers that didn’t smell, used plenty of water, and completed cycles in less than an hour, the way washers used to. Unfortunately, they stopped making the good machines, and they replaced them with bad ones. The last good ones have “432” in the model numbers. If you buy a 2020 Speed Queen, you’re buying failure and heartache with a plastic water pump, and it will cost you a thousand dollars anyway.

My plan was to let my LG machine wear out and replace it with a Speed Queen. Then when it started making noises, I researched, and I found that Maytag was the answer. Nearly all Maytags are modern garbage, but they have a couple of models that work.

I learned this from a guy who is obsessed with washers and dryers. He runs a website called Loraine Furniture. He buys washers, takes them home, runs them, and makes Youtube videos. He refurbishes old washers. Many people are starting to realize it’s better to put $500 into an old GE than to spend $600 on a new Samsung that stinks.

The washer guy used to tell people to buy Speed Queen. Then Speed Queen gave up the good fight. Things looked bad, but then he discovered Maytag’s new machines.

If you buy a new Maytag, it will fill all the way up with water, like a real washing machine. It will load from the top, sparing your lower back and making it unnecessary to spend a hundred bucks on a base that lifts the machine and screws up the geometry of your laundry room. It will wash your clothing in something like 40 minutes, not 90. My LG has a time display on it, and it claims it will do a normal load in under 45 minutes. When I use it, I set the oven timer for 90 minutes, because the LG’s display lies like crazy.

Remember the days when you could do three loads of laundry in one afternoon? You can have those days back.

Here’s another problem with modern machines, and it’s a wonderful paradox: you can’t fill them very full, because they won’t get the clothes in the middle of the machine wet. I’ve removed dry clothing from my LG several times. It’s really something. It’s a great example of how statist thinking is self-defeating. They sell you a front-loading machine which is supposed to hold more clothing and save water and electricity. Then you have to run it twice to do one load, killing the water and power savings and wasting your time. They also add special “extra water” features which prove the manufacturers know the whole business is a hoax.

If you get a Maytag, you will be able to fill it up, the way you’re supposed to.

The Maytag he recommends is model number MVWP575GW. Lowe’s has a sister model which is basically the same, except the warranty isn’t as good. Why buy the Lowe’s model? Because it’s at Lowe’s, where you can get it easily and quickly. When your washer fails, you don’t have time to wait for the perfect deal.

Maytag’s machine is a commercial-style washer, and thankfully, it has very few features. Remember how your old washer had about 5 settings, and it worked great? That’s how the Maytag is. You don’t need a fragile video display and special modes called “Power Fluf” and “Techno Steam” to get clean laundry. Do you think professional launderers buy machines with video displays and stupid features? Of course not. But they get clothes cleaner than you do.

Why am I giving you this advice? Because your washer may fail soon, and if you’ve had it for 20 years, you may have no idea what you’re up against. If it’s a good machine, consider investing in expensive repairs. If not, Maytag will solve your problems for about a thousand dollars.

Will the Maytag be available when you need it? No idea. I’m surprised it’s legal and available right now.

Lowe’s says my new machine will be here tomorrow, which probably means next Tuesday, but I believe my LG will keep running until then, so I’m fine. Even if I have to go to a laundromat, it will be worth it.

Incidentally, never buy an LG appliance. If it breaks (and it will) you will not be able to call your familiar, reasonably-priced appliance repairman. LG will force you to hire their people. At least that’s what they did to me when my last (nearly new) LG broke. Maybe they’ve changed their policy. I won’t bother checking, because I have had two LG washers break down, I was forced to use their repair people once, their washers make clothes reek, and I don’t see any reason to have anything to do with LG in the future.

Greenie washers are generally front-loaders, and that’s bad, because front-loaders don’t last. There is a reason why nearly all washers used to be top-loaders. A top-loading tub doesn’t put a lot of stress on a machine’s mechanics. Obviously, a horizontally-mounted tub containing 40 pounds of wet laundry, spinning and stopping, supported by a single underengineered bearing, is eventually going to go funny. My last LG’s tub got out of alignment while it was spinning, and the tub knocked the magnets off the motor, destroying it. My current LG has a bearing screech, but it still runs. You can buy a new bearing for about $25, but installing it is like putting a new timing belt in your car. You don’t want to try, believe me.

I have been dreaming of getting a real washing machine for years. I hope it works out.

What else is on my mind? Covid! People are saying the vaccine is the mark of the Beast. Christians aren’t the only ones who don’t want it. Jews in Israel are resisting, which is odd, since they don’t believe the Revelation. I don’t know what their complaint is.

When covid was young, I thought a vaccine was a great idea. I’m not an anti-vaxxer. They’re generally nutcases and neurotics. Science-illiterate moms who think with their hormones. I’m a huge fan of flu vaccines, and I wanted the covid shot. When I heard people talking about the mark of the Beast, I wondered what was wrong with them.

Now I’m hearing disturbing things about it. I heard a podcast today, and Messianic Rabbi Zev Porat says the Israeli government is considering a bunch of “incentives” to make people take the shot. Among them: you will not be prevented from getting a mortgage, and you will not be prevented from boarding flights.

Doesn’t “incentive” mean a reward, not a punishment?

I can’t find independent confirmation of the threats to restrict borrowing and air travel, but I found a story saying Israel will provide vaccinated people with “green passports” allowing them to go to restaurants and other public gatherings and to fly without being tested for covid.

What, exactly, is “green” about vaccination? I wonder if “green” means the same thing in Israel and the US.

Another question: since vaccines aren’t completely effective, is it intelligent to release vaccinated people to mingle with the rest of us? Some vaccines have effectiveness rates below 50 percent, and many scientists expect the covid vaccine’s immunity to wear off quickly. Does it really make sense to turn the vaccine into a license to go out and breathe on crowds? Are the rewards really about science, or are they about showing us what Mommy State does for good boys and girls?

In any case, the vaccine appears to have the potential to have similarities to the mark of the Beast.

If you don’t have the mark, you will be devastated financially and socially. You won’t be allowed to buy or sell. It’s a Nuremberg sort of thing. People who reject the vaccine probably won’t be completely excluded from commerce, but they may face punishments (“incentives”) that severely limit their participation in important activities, and if so, they will be stigmatized and hated.

It reminds me of something God told me the other day: the rapture isn’t just an event; it’s also a process. Long before God removes you from the earth, he will change you internally and help you reject the world’s sick culture. He will help you give up secular entertainment and worthless pursuits like fornication and recreational drinking.

There are two earthly raptures: God’s, and Satan’s. God is pulling us out of society (and society out of us), while Satan is using force to drive people deeper into society and the arms of the state.

This year has been a wonderful training exercise for the Beast. Like Jesus, he has a body, and he has been using things like BLM, Antifa, and covid to train it. He has taught people to become filthy, entitled, violent, and openly bigoted against white people, men, conservatives, Southerners, and Christians. Jews are also getting some overspray.

The vaccine is not the mark of the Beast. It can’t be. The Bible says the mark will be put on people’s right hands or foreheads (probably for people who don’t have right hands). The vaccine doesn’t fit that description. Also, the Bible says the man who will be called the Beast will be revealed before the mark appears. The Beast has not been revealed.

Does all this mean the vaccine and the mark are not connected? Not necessarily.

Satan has been using 2020 to train people to serve him without reservation or hesitation. He has been removing all the internal obstacles that help people resist him. The vaccine may be a way of preparing people to receive the mark. By the time the mark gets here, we may have been forced to do so many other things, in the name of good, that taking the mark will seem like just another trivial violation we need to get over with. Just get it done. Get in line, stick your hand out, take the mark, get the “I Took the Mark” sticker, and go home and wait for your good boy check.

I am no longer willing to receive the vaccine. Too many people are wary about it, and many are Spirit-filled Christians. They may not have a proper understanding of the science, and they may not understand what’s wrong with the vaccine, but it sure looks like the Holy Spirit is filling people with concern.

Many people think the vaccine permanently changes your DNA. From what I’ve read, this is not correct. I’ve read that it uses RNA to trick your cells into manufacturing covid proteins so your body can create antibodies. I’ve read that the effect is temporary and doesn’t alter your DNA. Maybe that’s true (and maybe scientists are wrong, which happens), but it may be that an RNA vaccine is a tool to prepare us to accept shots that really do alter our DNA.

If common people can’t tell the difference between an RNA vaccine and a DNA vaccine now, many won’t be able to tell the difference later when we are offered another “harmless” vaccine that really does change our DNA. They’ll think it’s another RNA vaccine, or they’ll think it’s a DNA vaccine and that it’s okay to take it because they already had one that didn’t harm them.

Satan likes to move in baby steps. One day, you’re voting for Hitler to build up the German economy, and down the road, you’re cheering while the Einsatzgruppen round up your Jewish neighbors so they can drive them out of town and shoot them next to a ditch.

For all I know, the mark is something that alters DNA.

It’s an interesting question. Most people don’t realize that the battle in the supernatural realm is genocidal. Satan and God and fighting to get rid of each other’s seed. Satan was rightly partially castrated in the flood, and he is a castrater and abortionist. There are two families: God’s, and Satan’s, and God and Satan are working toward futures in which their families have overwhelming dominance and numbers on earth.

What is it that makes you a member of another person’s biological family? DNA. If you’re a Christian, you know that blessings and curses are hereditary. At least part of the time, DNA is involved. Intelligence, health, talent, good character, and looks are inherited. So are stupidity, mental illness, criminal tendencies, addictive tendencies, ugliness, sickle cell anemia, Huntington’s chorea, many cancers, dwarfism, and, some believe, homosexuality.

If you let a scientist change your DNA, isn’t it possible you’re changing your divine inheritance? Maybe your salvation depends in part on your DNA. Maybe changing it can make you a child of Satan and cause your blessings to be replaced with curses. That would certainly explain why every person who takes the mark will be damned.

Maybe spirits see our DNA, and when it contains certain flags, they enter us and do what they do, or they pass by because it says they’re barred. Maybe it’s like the blood on the lintels during the first Passover.

The flood was God’s effort to cleanse the earth of the DNA of fallen angels who impregnated women. What if the mark is Satan’s effort to use science to spread that DNA? What if he’s trying to hack DNA in order to cheat in the genocidal war? He uses the internet to imitate the way the Holy Spirit connects Christians. Why wouldn’t he use gene modification to imitate the spread of salvation?

I won’t take the vaccine. Not until I have reason to be comfortable with it. Covid is a mild disease, I’m not afraid of death, and I think I’ve already had covid. It’s not a big deal to me. The prospect of getting deeper into the body of the Beast is repugnant to me.

Right now, I may have three decades of life left, and they’re the worst decades, unless you count childhood, which is pretty awful. On top of that, I would have to live them in a world that hates me with unprecedented intensity and cruelty. I’m not all that desperate to be here during the diaper and weakness years.

We all get old. We all fall apart. We all die. It’s going to happen to every person who reads this, barring the rapture or early death. How hard are you willing to work to hold on just a little longer? What are you willing to give up? The word says he that loves his life will lose it.