One More Cloud in the 2020 Perfect Storm

For a long time, I’ve been expecting a Trump victory followed by a huge, prolonged, possibly unending explosion of leftist terrorist riots. Tonight, it occurred to me that something even worse might happen.

Most Democrats have already voted. They’re terrified of coronavirus because they’re addicted to the screeching, unscientific nonsense coming from leftist networks and politicians, so they were afraid to go to the polls. Republicans have generally chosen to wait until election day to vote. As a result, we have a situation in which conservative votes could be disproportionately suppressed if terrorists rioted and kept people away from the polls.

The question is whether the terrorists are smart enough to understand this. If they are, they will surely riot. If that happens, and there is significant voter suppression, the election may be delegitimized, and we may end up in a situation in which the President justifiably refuses to vacate the White House until a fair election is held. That would throw the nation into chaos for months.

I’m writing this to ask people to pray terrorists will stay home tomorrow. Maybe God can influence them without violating their free will.

It looks like Pennsylvania is the new Florida. Florida used to be the state that gave everyone heartburn during elections. Trump is doing very well in Pennsylvania, the state’s attorney general has made an ass of himself by declaring that Trump can’t win the state, and Philadelphia is a current terror hot spot. Maybe Pennsylvania will be the spark that sets off the civil war.

Of course, it maybe that terrorists will disproportionately suppress Democrat votes, since they concentrate in leftist strongholds. Maybe their plan will blow up on them. But I don’t think that could happen. Even in cities, the remaining voters are probably mostly conservatives.

Anyway, I’m throwing the topic out there and suggesting people pray.

Isn’t Democracy Wonderful?

Today I dove deeper into the sea of pre-post-election-dystopia preparation. I picked up some more panic-related items while I was shopping.

I grabbed a bottle of ghee. I don’t know how well butter will keep if left-wing terrorists manage to mess with the power, but I want to be able to make macaroni and cheese while the apocalypse dawns. I picked up 8 cans of evaporated milk, and I may go back and buy Velveeta. It may not be cheese, but it’s pretty close, and bacteria are afraid of it.

I bought oatmeal and disinfecting wipes, too. Oatmeal can be eaten raw, and sanitizing wipes are supposedly in danger of vanishing again, just as they started reappearing on shelves. I love sanitizing wipes. Being without them is not an option.

I should dry apples. I should do that whether or not the world ends. Dried apples are wonderful.

Right now, I’m smoking a chicken. I still haven’t produced a decent smoked chicken with the new smoker. I used too much of this and that. Hoping for a home run this time.

I injected it with Jim Beam, salt, and sugar, and I gave it a cautious sprinkling of my BBQ rub. I’m smoking it with citrus wood taken from the diseased trees I had to cut down. I don’t know if citrus is the best choice, but I want to see what it tastes like, and even if it’s not optimal, it will surely be good.

I have a wireless thermometer on the way so I can keep a close eye on future smokes. It has two probes. One will go in the food, and the other will measure the smoker temperature.

I guess I should have waited until tomorrow to smoke the chicken, because I still have some smoked ribs. Oh, well. I’ll manage to deal with the surplus.

Some time tomorrow night, we should have some idea whether or not America is irredeemably insane. They say mail-in ballots may delay the election results, but we’ll probably have strong evidence as to who won. I hate to think of Kamala Harris running this country. She strikes me as a nastier person than Biden, which is saying a lot, and she’s the farthest-left senator we have. She will do incredibly stupid things if she finds her way into the Oval Office. When I pray, I keep feeling very strongly that Trump is going to win. That would be wonderful. The morning of November 9, 2016, was one of the best of my life. Reliving it would be even better.

I just found out I’m better prepared than I thought. When I moved 3 years ago, I left a box of junk in the garage and ignored it. Today I looked inside and found 4,000 pistol primers, a bunch of brass, and unused pistol bullets.

Anyone who says laziness doesn’t pay is a fool.

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The chicken did not make me happy.

I have come to the conclusion that the people who wrote the directions that came with the smoker know a lot about how much wood to use but not much about anything else. Today I set my smoker at about 225, and I cooked the chicken until it hit 172 inside. The directions said to go to 165, but it just didn’t seem right. Anyway, I was only a few minutes off, and the chicken was extremely juicy but tough.

I think I need to go back to my old ways. Go down to 200 and go 4 hours. It invariably worked. If you can pick your barbecued chicken up by the leg, it’s no good. The leg should fall off. I don’t want a chicken that fights with me.

I stuck the chicken in the oven in a covered dish at 300, and I’m giving it an hour and a half. I know I can save it.

As for the citrus wood, I don’t like it. It reminds me of the smell of burning shrubs. Next time I’m using hickory again, and I’m going to cut up some oak so it dries out for future use.

The mac and cheese was wonderful, but I think I can make it better. I think I should forget about baking it, because that breaks the cheese into chewy clods. I like the chewy clods, but I also like smooth, silky cheese sauce. Next time, I’m going to make it in a saucepan on very low heat, move it to a casserole dish, and only bake it long enough to set the bread crumb crust. It will be magnificent.

Citrus might be good for smoking fish. People say it is. It’s not for chicken. Avoid.

This is How You Prepare for Guests in 2020

Today I decided to take a small step toward preparing for post-election leftist terrorism. I looked into protective gear, and I ordered a red dot scope and a better laser for my rifles.

I have been through a number of elections, and I have been concerned about election outcomes before, but I can’t recall being concerned about the other side trying to harm me physically or take my home, my possessions, and my wealth. This is new, for the United States of America. I don’t think we’ve seen an atmosphere like this since Sherman marched through Georgia.

I’m not overreacting, either. Leftist terrorism started months ago, so no one can say I’m concerned about something that isn’t going to happen. It’s happening today. It happens every day. The only uncertainty concerns degree and duration. Will the terrorism decrease or increase? Will it go away quickly, or is it a permanent part of a new way of life?

It’s a permanent part of a new way of life. You can take that to the bank. The terrorists have no goal, so they have no reason to declare that their campaign of violence is over. When sane people fight for a cause, they have a goal in mind, and when they reach that goal, they stop. Leftist terrorists don’t have a goal that has been articulated or which can be achieved. Some say they will stop when racism is abolished. Of course, that can never happen. It would be like the abolition of bad table manners or shoplifting. There are nearly 8 billion people on earth, and they can’t all be changed. Even if they could, leftist terrorists redefine racism all the time. These days they say all white people are racists. That means racism can never end until all white people are killed. Terrorists have come up with a farcical goal which, to them, justifies unending anti-white racism and violence against innocent people.

Will terrorism decrease or increase after the election? I think it will ramp up until our cities and suburbs are Iraq-style “red zones,” at least where Democrats are in charge. Terrorists in such areas have no reason to quit, and they have ample incentive to continue. They get free stuff by looting. Many are paid by BLM, which is a multi-billion-dollar concern funded by insane Caucasians. The lowest people on earth, who would ordinarily be ignored, are now given bullhorns and the privilege of cursing at random citizens; they enjoy a certain type of local fame, so their already-swollen egos are pumped up. They don’t face prosecution. They don’t have to compensate their victims. What possible reason could they have for quitting? It’s not like they have productive careers they’re putting on hold.

Today I went so far as to look into body armor and helmets. I couldn’t resist. I’ve even considered spending $3000 on an infrared rifle scope so I can kill terrorists who invade my property at night.

Helmets are interesting. These days, armies use plastic helmets which can turn small-arms fire. They’re more resistant than the steel helmets our soldiers wore in Vietnam. There are problems with them, however. If you hit one near the rim, it’s much more likely to let a round go through. If you hit it once, you will shatter the plastic where the round lands, and the next round will either go through or push the shattered plastic in so far the round will shatter the wearer’s skull. Plastic helmets are only good for a few rounds.

A couple of companies have tried to market steel helmets made from better steel than the old Vietnam helmets. When you shoot these helmets, it doesn’t matter whether you’re near the rim. The protection is the same. And they don’t shatter, so if two rounds land in the same area, you aren’t relying on a floppy mass of kevlar to protect you. They don’t deform as much as plastic helmets, so if you’re hit, the round is less likely to push the helmet into your skull. A damaged helmet can be pounded back into shape. And steel helmets don’t weigh any more than plastic ones.

People ridicule steel helmets. Do they know what they’re talking about, or are they like the backward folks who resisted the use of rifle scopes for 50 years? My guess is that steel is better, but asking me about ballistic helmets is like asking a podiatrist about astronomy.

Steel bashers say plastic helmets confine bullet fragments after they’re hit, while steel bounces them in random directions. You can coat a steel helmet with stuff that supposedly reduces this problem, but does it work? And is the risk of being hit by fragments more important than the higher risk of being killed by an intact round while wearing plastic? I don’t know.

You can get a used military helmet for $200 on Ebay. A new steel helmet costs the same amount, without accessories. A new plastic helmet from a top company like Wendy will run over a grand. That’s a lot of money for a helmet that caves in and becomes flexible after one round. Are you supposed to buy several and keep spares on hand in a conflict?

Here’s the only thing I know for sure: protecting your head from bullets is very expensive.

I checked out vests called “plate carriers.” They have pockets for armor made from steel and other materials. Depending on how badly you want to stay alive, you can get different types of plates. Supposedly, ceramic is the best, but if you drop one, you ruin it. I don’t get that. How can a plate that can’t be dropped survive a rifle round? There are also bare steel plates, which throw fragments, and there are coated steel plates which throw fewer fragments. And some plates are heavier than others.

It looks like I would have to blow close to $700 to get something that would work against typical rifles.

When you start thinking about preparing for war, you understand how inexpensive peace is.

There is good news. The best material for building bulletproof barriers is cheap. It’s sand. You just need bags. It’s too bad you can’t buy a vest full of sand, plus a sand helmet.

I think it will be a long time before terrorists make it to my farm, but many people aren’t so blessed. I wonder what people who are stuck in cities are feeling right now. I wonder about people who live in suburbs that are close to cities. They used to be safe from rioting, but the terrorists are now making a point of taking it to people who fled cities for protection.

Not only are people close to cities more likely to be harmed; they are more likely to be prosecuted for defending themselves. Look at the McCloskeys and Kyle Rittenhouse. Where I live, the McCloskeys would never have been charged, and Rittenhouse–as pure a victim as has ever existed–would have been given a parade. If you’re trespassing on my land with a weapon and bad intentions, I can shoot you dead, and that will be the end of it. If I lived in a place like Chicago or Austin or Atlanta, and an armed invader approached, I would have to choose between death and a high likelihood of a bankrupting prosecution followed by an unjust imprisonment.

I’ll say it again: the rapture can’t come soon enough.

The Bible calls the tribulation “the hour of temptation.” Murderous feelings will increase, and people will menace each other. Leftist terrorists are in tribulation mode already. When you know a group of evil, incorrigible, unthinking people are out to get you, you will naturally be provoked to anger. Provocation is a form of temptation. It’s one of the things raptured Christians will be spared. God doesn’t want us to be down here dealing with extreme temptation which is likely to land us in hell due to bad decisions.

God raptured me out of Miami, and if I play my cards right, he will rapture me off the earth before I find myself looking up the barrel of my rifle at a deranged animal in man’s clothing.

I’m still preparing a little. If I had more certainty about the immediate future, maybe I wouldn’t bother.

Absence Makes the Heart Grow Harder

I have to point out that there is nothing as great as living in the South. It’s like a big playground for adults. If you’ve ever watched Ducky Dynasty, you’ve seen exactly what I’m talking about. You may think that show is all fantasy, but the truth is that it shows exactly how Southerners live.

If you’re jealous, take heart. You can always move. My Uncle Jim was born a yankee, but he moved to Kentucky, and in a few years, he was totally healed.

Today I went to the heterosexual barber shop where I always get my hair cut. I wore a MAGA hat, and I thought I might stand out among the customers. A couple of guys who only spoke Spanish were in the chairs when I arrived, and they kept quiet. Soon afterward, another man arrived.

The barber said, “It’s Mr. Trump himself.”

The man was about 5’11” tall and weighed maybe 135 pounds. He was wearing a MAGA visor, the sides of his head were cut close, and on top of his head, he had a puff of orange hair that looked like a pom-pom.

Best of all, he had a Bush tall boy in his hand. And no intention of getting a haircut.

I told the barber I didn’t realize alcohol was allowed, and he asked me if I wanted a beer from the fridge. I turned it down, but the gesture warmed my heart.

I could not drink; I had to drive to Harbor Freight. Also…Busch.

Mr. Trump told us about the rallies he had been to. He said there was one in The Villages–the giant retirement complex to the south of me–drew over 10,000 golf carts. I don’t recall the exact figure. Golf carts! How Southern is that? And of course, he had a story about an idiot who grabbed someone’s Trump flag and ripped it. The perpetrator ran off in a pickup, but his triumphant escape was cut short by a traffic accident. Remarkably, no one in the shop gloated.

Only one person–another quiet individual who could have been Mexican–wore a mask. The rest of us criticized coronavirus hysteria and talked about the horrors of a Biden administration. The barber said if they tried to lock the shop down or pull any more shenanigans, he would just go to jail instead of cooperating. Of course, jail is one of the few places in this county where you’re highly likely to catch the bug.

If Biden wins and the rapture doesn’t come this year, at least I picked a great place to die.

By the way, Harbor Freight has a 15% coupon on tool chests. That’s pretty rare. It expires tomorrow, so strap one to your golf cart and take it home.

Scratch That off the List

Three projects are behind me now: my welding cart, smoked ribs, and mac and cheese. Well, four projects if you include my new kitchen blackboard. I put a list of things to do on it. “Paint cart” is at the top.

The ribs are fine, except I think I should decrease the salt and avoid using too much rub. The mac and cheese was gritty in spite of using starch instead of flour. I’m melting the cheese too fast. The cart is just about perfect. Here it is.

I was going to wait for the paint to cure completely before assembling it, but it looked like it would hold up, so I moved ahead.

I already put two welders on it. I need to get a bigger C25 bottle. Perhaps tomorrow.

Once I get things settled, I’ll decide where to put cord hangers.

I hate to sell my Harbor Freight Vulcan cart. It’s a great tool. I just don’t need it any more. My Eastwood carts are okay, but they’re cumbersome, and they always seem to be in the way.

I plan to build a second cart as soon as possible. The workshop has to be tamed, and welding carts are central to the plan. Today after I finished this one, I experienced a taste of my future. Some Vise Grips and other tools were lying around in the way, and I grabbed them and put them in the cart’s drawers. It felt wonderful. I couldn’t see them any more.

I should probably be building a bulletproof cart with rifle ports so I can welcome uninvited Biden supporters (undocumented guests) in November and December, but maybe they’ll be too busy killing Republicans and running over cops in their own cities to visit me out here.

I wore my MAGA hat while running errands today and yesterday, and it seemed like I couldn’t go to a single store without being accosted and congratulated on my good taste. A guy who was rounding up grocery carts told me we had to keep praying.

I have 48 cans of tuna, my own well, and enough ammunition to kill a small city. I hope the rapture comes in December. If not, I think I will still make it through January.

Jim Beam and Corn Starch Trial #1

Our nation is hurtling downward toward chaos, BLM is trying to kill cops in Philadelphia, Christians are predicting a 2020 rapture, and what am I doing? I’m smoking ribs.

I’ve been eating cheeseburgers for lunch. There is nothing wrong with that, but I don’t want to eat a big cheeseburger every day from now on. When I got my new smoker, one of my hopes was that I would be able to increase my protein and fat consumption in style, while–I told myself–reducing refined carbs. Ribs and many other smoked meats aren’t served with buns.

I’m going to try to smoke once a week. That will cover me for three dinners.

Yesterday, I went to Walmart to buy motor oil. You should know about Walmart’s oil prices. Advance Auto Parts had a sale on oil, and it would have cost me about $40 to do one change, with a dubious filter included. I bought 6 quarts of synthetic oil at Walmart yesterday for about $16, and I bought a Fram Titanium filter at Advance. My total cost will be around $28. Not bad.

Anyway, Walmart’s price for St. Louis ribs was pretty good, so I picked some up. They’re smoking right now.

I wanted to marinate them, but I don’t like wasting marinade. I like to use liquor, so a pint costs a lot. Today I tried a new strategy.

Ribs come in shrink wrap. I have giant cattle hypodermics. I made a mixture of Jim Beam, sugar, and salt, and I shot it into the rib package through a tiny hole. I tried to cover the hole with tape, but it wouldn’t stick. I should have tried a waterproof bandage. Anyhow, it was not a problem. The plastic confined the marinade close to the ribs, and none spilled. I was able to rotate the package and distribute the marinade, and I put the package on the counter, meat side down, for half an hour.

It worked really well.

I used around half a cup of liquor. I can’t think of a better use for it. I wish it wasn’t a brand promoted by Mila Kunis, a well-known proponent of the murder of unborn babies, but it will do the job.

Last year, Jim Beam (part of a Japanese company) suffered a huge warehouse fire and lost 45,000 barrels of liquor. They told the press the lost whiskey was “young.” Eerie.

Smoking meat with a rub is not hard at all. I make my rub, put the meat on a towel, apply the rub, put the meat in the smoker, shake the towel out in the yard, and put the towel in the laundry. No mess to speak of.

As for my carb intentions, things are not going as well. The other day, I was starving after a long fabricating session, and I decided to throw some old stuff together and make macaroni and cheese. I got to thinking about it, and I wondered if putting flour in the sauce was a good idea. Flour doesn’t convert completely into a gel. Even in gravy or a roux, it’s slightly gritty. It occurred to me that starch might work better.

I Googled around, and sure enough, people do use starch. I’m going to try it today. I’m also going to use a block of cheese instead of shredded, because shredded cheese has tiny cellulose fibers in it.

The trick to making ribs part of a healthy diet is to stop thinking of them as special-occasion food. Ordinarily, when I eat ribs, it’s a big deal, so I want Texas toast, beans, mac and cheese, and dessert. The key is to think of ribs as just another protein.

Clearly, I have not met that goal yet.

The Smokin-It smoker is a joy to use. Highly recommended.

Workshop-Destroying Decluttering Project Nears Completion

The welding cart project is 95% done.

Today I welded some upright tubes on the tank platform. I thought they would be useful for holding little bars for hanging cables and cords. I haven’t welded any bars to them because I want to put the machines on the cart first. I thought that would give me a better idea where the bars should go.

When I was done welding, I separated the project from the chest and shot truck bed paint on it. It’s drying now.

Tomorrow, I plan to bolt the project onto the cart, put the machines on it, stuff it with welding tools, and clean up the shop. Then I’ll make decisions about welding hangers on it. I’ll have to grind some of the paint off in order to weld them on, but I thought it was better to do some of the paint over than to have to cut bars off and move them. That would require removing paint anyway.

I managed to flash myself while doing a tack weld. I had reading glasses on. Presumably, they absorbed some of the UV rays, but how much? I’ve been praying and using my supernatural tools to prevent pain and discomfort from developing.

It’s not a big deal. Every welder flashes himself sooner or later. Flash injuries are fleeting. Still, it’s frustrating to forget something so important.

There have been times in the past when I thought I had flashed myself, but I never had any pain later, so I was wrong, I was healed by God, or I didn’t get enough radiation to cause problems.

Once this thing is up and running, I’ll use it to make a second one for two other machines. Two new tool chests will really free up storage space.

I Have a Panic HOUSE

Today I am having my roof fixed. I’m paying $1000 for something I could probably do myself, but I am not interested in rolling off the roof and becoming a permanent yard ornament. I’m also not excited about having my ceiling fall because I didn’t know how to do roofing correctly.

I wanted to put blinds in my former dining room before the roofers showed up. Why? Because it’s a workshop/gun room now. I have a lot of ammunition in that room, and anyone looking into a window would know what it was. These days, ammunition is like gold. You can buy it, but if it’s a popular caliber, you’re likely to shell out three times what it cost last year.

Roofing companies are a top resource for released prison inmates. If you can’t get a job anywhere else, a roofer will probably take a chance on you. Good information to have, if you’re a homeowner or, perhaps more importantly, a homeowner’s wife or daughter. The thought of an electrician or plumber seeing my stuff doesn’t concern me all that much. Roofers are different.

Sadly, I signed a contract before buying blinds, and I didn’t think I had time to get them installed before the roofers showed up, so I didn’t do anything.

Today the roofers showed up without warning, so moving my ammunition out of sight, one container at a time, was not an option. Someone was looking out for me, however, because I had my ammunition loaded on a wheeled shelf unit. I rolled it into a hallway, and I was all set.

I should have bought these shelves a lot sooner. I cheaped out at first. I bought plastic shelves from Home Depot. I wrote about this a couple of days ago. They run $40 each, and when you overload them, they bend. Mine bent. The shelves I have now are fancy chromed Seville Classics jobs from Amazon. I have two units. One is mostly dedicated to ammunition. The other is for reloading components and other items. I have hundreds of pounds on the first one, and it’s not sagging at all. Wish I could say the same of myself.

I moved one of my plastic shelves to the laundry room, where it has become my paranoia storage area.

I went to Walmart yesterday for dishwashing powder and salt, and I bought a big, heavy bag of jasmine rice. I also picked up 4 pounds of great northern beans, canned salmon, two large jars of Skippy, and 6 pounds of pasta. This is a lot of food. One person could probably go a month on it. I also have 6 gallon cans of Stanislaus pizza sauce.

You would think a long-term food supply would take up a lot of room and cost a lot of money, but you would be wrong. My shelf unit is maybe 25% full. My total bill at Walmart was around $80, and I bought a lot of things unrelated to preparation.

I plan to add more rice and maybe some different beans. I have 48 cans of tuna on the way. I want to dry apples. When you’re from Appalachia, not having dried apples is uncivilized. Ordinarily, drying apples is a pain because of bugs, but I have a screened-in pool, so no flies.

I checked into generators. Not a great option, unfortunately. I would have to spend close to $20,000 to get a whole-house rig that would cost me $5 per hour to run. That’s about $3600 per month for electricity, assuming diesel would even be available, and the price would go way up in a crisis. Unless you have your own natural gas well or hydroelectric plant, I think you can pretty well expect to do without power in a hard core prepper scenario. Maybe you can run your laptop off solar panels.

I wonder if people are buying manual pumps for their wells.

There is zero fresh water near me, unless you count swampy ponds.

I suppose I’ll have to hope we still have power during the civil war.

The Internet says my power company uses a mix of coal, uranium, “biomass,” and natural gas. What is “biomass”? Chicken manure, maybe? Is there anything chicken manure can’t do?

Let’s see. Coal comes from the South, so that may still be available after the North turns on us. Natural gas comes from the South. I would guess that biomass comes from the South. Would we still have nuclear power? The plants are in-state, but would we be able to get uranium? Maybe the Chinese would sell it to us on Alibaba or Banggood.

There is a lot of oil in Jesus-friendly areas, and there are also many refineries. That’s good.

If you would like to dry your own apples, I have the ultimate tip. Spend $25 on an apple peeler. They really work. You can core, peel, and slice an apple in 5 seconds. I should go get apples today. You can dry them by setting them on a window screen.

I don’t like factory dried apples, because they put a chemical on them to keep them white. It kills the flavor. To get the real flavor of dried apples, you need to avoid that stuff. Real dried apples taste like apple butter. Factory apples taste like air.

The future is uncertain. Are we looking at a few weeks of pro-Biden terrorist riots followed by a crackdown and resumed calm, will we have a full-blown civil war complete with drawn borders, or will we simply move into an Israel-type situation in which terrorism is a normal part of daily life? Actually, we’re already in that situation, except that the acts of terrorism committed here haven’t been as serious as the ones Israelis face.

A full-blown civil war with new borders would be a catastrophe, because leftists would freeze or simply steal the bank and security accounts of conservatives and centrists, and they would also cut off our access to phones, the Internet, and credit. Leftists would probably be massacred routinely due to their inferior capacity for violence. They’re pretty good at throwing bottles of pee, but they would do poorly while trying to familiarize themselves with firearms, camouflage, tactics, and so on. Jesus people have been shooting, hunting, and serving in the military for centuries.

My hat is off to people who think they can do well after a total breakdown of society. It would be very hard to prepare sufficiently well to guarantee that. I figure it’s realistic to prepare for a bad month or two, tops, and I see no hope of providing my own electricity over long periods. I will have to bank on a future in which companies in my area adapt and continue producing power.

Should I cut some firewood? Arrgh. Anything but that.

In my area, I would probably need wood for maybe 45 days. That’s a lot of wood. To prepare it, I would need to create huge snake-infested piles which would eventually attract termites and rot.

I have a lot of downed wood already. Maybe I should just wait and see what happens. I can cut it into firewood if I have to. I was going to burn it, but maybe it has value.

In any case, there is no possibility my ammunition will get the roofers excited today.

Trump Milkshake: Existential Threat to Mankind

Two huge stories are in the news today. It’s hard to decide which one to write about.

For a long time, I felt God was telling me to avoid looking at the news. That was pleasant. Now I feel he is telling me I have to look at it. What’s the difference? I believe the difference is in me. It used to be harder for me to look at the news without being provoked or discouraged. Now, with better supernatural tools, I am more stable, so the news is not as dangerous to me.

“Dangerous”? I must be a Bible-thumping climate-change-denying mask hater! How can information be dangerous? Actually, it can. The informative value can be exceeded by the damage it does to your heart. This is one reason why God tells us to be separated from the world. Merely witnessing what happens around us can tempt us in ways that can be destructive. You have to limit your exposure to the cursed, God-rejecting world in order to avoid being overwhelmed.

Here are the big stories: President Trump has proven his unfitness for his job by ordering a milkshake, and Pat Robertson has “prophesied” regarding the near future of America.

I know it’s hard to believe that a grown man with responsibilities would order a milkshake, but Trump did it. He was in a security briefing, and he called a waiter into the room and offered everyone a malt. We can’t say for sure, but there is no proof he didn’t tell the waiter to hold the nuclear button while he tweeted. There is no proof it didn’t happen, so we can assume it did. When will this man be stopped?

“Journalists” are enraged. They are offended, so they must be right. The theory is that our elected and appointed officials would continue spewing dangerous information while a waiter was in the room, because, well, THERE IS NO PROOF THEY DIDN’T. There is also no proof they or the waiter renounced white supremacy.

I guess I’m a feckless optimist, but I can’t help thinking top officials would stop blurting out sensitive intelligence while ordering milkshakes from a person with a low security clearance.

If hackers take out our missile silos as a result of Trump’s milkshake gaffe, it will just be more proof Trump isn’t groovy. Bush II wasn’t groovy, and now we have another non-groovy chief executive, and I just can’t stand it one more second.

I should rejoin Tiktok just so I can get in the car and do a meltdown video.

As for Pat Robertson, he says he “thinks” Trump will be reelected. Prophets don’t “think” things will happen. God tells them things will happen. God will never tell you he “thinks” this or that, because God knows. There are no opinions in heaven. There are only facts no one there questions.

Anyway, Robertson says there will be post-election bloodshed followed by a 5-year period of peace in which people will serve God and pray together and so on. He says God will resolve people’s disputes. Then there will be a big war, and I believe he said the second coming would come after that.

Can’t buy it. It doesn’t seem to line up with the Bible or the dreams and impressions charismatics have been having this year. I have not seen a reference to a 5-year Messianic age in which the world gets straightened out. The Bible says there will be a millennium of peace, not 5 years. I don’t know where Robertson got his timeline.

I keep saying I have a very strong impression that the rapture will be this year. I don’t call it a prophecy. I haven’t found any ways in which the impression conflicts with the Bible, and it makes sense in too many ways to list. But I make mistakes, and God didn’t hand me a scroll with a detailed prediction on it.

I “think” I’m right. I’m just about sure Robertson is wrong.

He claims to receive information from God about people’s problems, and viewers have called in and said they’ve been healed while watching him. They idea is that God told Robertson these things but did not attach names to them, and when Robertson says “someone” has this or that problem, people who are watching realize he’s talking about them. There is considerable evidence that this actually happens, and I don’t get supernatural information about strangers’ medical issues, so who is more likely to be right about the future?

Just putting it out there.

I’ve decided to buy a little food. You never know. I ordered 48 cans of tuna at a great price, and I’m going to load up on dried beans and rice. I plan to lay in some canned salmon. Canned fish lasts forever, and beans and rice are good for at least a couple of years. Maybe I should get a big jar of compensational multivitamins, too. For maybe $150, I can set myself up with food for several months. I’m not very excited about it. I don’t want to be here to eat it! I heard someone is throwing a big party in heaven, and the food there should be a lot better.

I should dehydrate apples. Imagine life on beans and rice without anything to help push them through the colon. Apples could save my life.

My ammunition situation is good. Example: a couple of days ago I found 1000 rounds of 9mm bullets I had forgotten I had. I need to put them in cartridges.

I bought lead semiwadcutters and started loading them, but I found the overall lengths were not consistent. People said it might be that compressed air in the cases was pushing the bullets back up. The recommended answer: coated bullets. I bought more semiwadcutters coated with plastic. I don’t recall how plastic solves the problem, but I’ll try it. I believe the coated bullets have less grease on them. The uncoated ones left lube all over my dies, to the point where I was afraid it interfered with reloading.

I have no desire to be part of the upcoming civil war, but I like to shoot, and I don’t want to be deprived. And maybe someone who is part of the war will need my ammo.

I want to be ready for whatever happens. These days, I battle demons, literally. I evict them from my presence several times a week. I tell them I will not host them. It’s a very strange thing. After going after a few spirits–let’s say murder, the spirit of antichrist, and laziness–I’ll start to fall asleep. It happens over and over. I think this is because hostile spirits speak into your mind all the time. When you drive them out, you get some quiet.

It’s a very real thing. Everyone has demons. Jesus had Satan himself and had to drive him off more than once. It’s strange that Christians think they can’t have demons, but Jesus could have Satan. Are we better than Jesus?

I now pray for God to bring the rapture ASAP. The more I think about it, the more I realize humanity has had ample chances. The Bible says stripes are for the fool’s back. Some people can’t take gentle hints. Maybe the tribulation will bring a bigger harvest than the rapture. Maybe billions of scoffers will yield once they’ve suffered enough. God has been kind, and things have gotten worse, so maybe it’s time to put away the carrot and bring out the stick.

The thought of being in the lifeboat and encouraging the captain to paddle away from people floating in the water is a little scary, but look at what the world has become.

I don’t want to be here when I can be fined or jailed for refusing to call a man a woman. I don’t want to live to see wealth taxes and “reparations”-based land confiscations. I don’t want to see Christian and Jewish families massacred and raped. I’m very content with the evil I’ve already seen. It will suffice.

When the Tiktok car-meltdown people are in charge, it’s time to be somewhere else. Ask a Cuban or a white South African.

Today I plan to work on my new welding cart. I have to do something while the world burns, and I can’t play the fiddle.

Masked Fascist Strikes Again

The election is over for me. I just voted.

Here’s a shocker that will have people chattering for weeks: I voted for Donald Trump. I guess this means Keith Olbermann’s fans will be marching up the driveway soon to kill me. Hopefully, they will use the gate. It would make a nice choke point.

I voted at a public library. A northerner was standing out front with a Biden sign, yelling, “Thank you for voting.” I don’t know if he lives here or what. His accent and his sign made him stand out like a bar of soap at an Antifa rally.

I took a couple of face diapers with me. I have cloth masks made from cotton, and I have a stretch camo gaiter for confusing squirrels. Until recently, they were telling us gaiters actually made the spread of disease worse. Then about three days later they said it was not true. Let’s be honest: none of these things work to any significant degree. I just wear them to shut people up.

There was a sign out front saying face coverings were “encouraged.” I love this county. The election worker minding the line was not wearing a mask. The line was outdoors, so even if masks worked, they would have been unnecessary, but most people wore them anyway.

Before I walked to the voting place, I removed my gun and knife from my pockets, and I switched my MAGA hat for one from Rural King. I figured I might get in trouble for “electioneering” if I wore the hat. Then I saw an old guy walk out of the building wearing a Trump hat. Again, I love this county.

I did my job. I voted for Trump, against a minimum wage hike, for a law making it harder for referendums to change the constitution, and for a bunch of Republican-appointed judges. Now that my part of the work is done, the only question is whether my vote will make it to Tallahassee.

Two people behind me said they had had their Trump signs stolen. Anyone who steals an election sign should do 5 years in a federal prison. It’s not a trivial thing, attacking another person’s right to express his political opinions during an election season.

The intimidation and censorship are rising to startling levels. Antifers attacked a few pro-free-speech activists in San Francisco a few days back, and one of them punched the leader from behind and knocked two of his teeth out. He wasn’t rioting. He was just walking. The activists were not promoting Trump. They were just protesting censorship from the tech giants. Predictably, Twitter banned the victim.

Oddly, the persecution gives me hope. People are reluctant to express their support for Trump publicly, so there are many hidden Trump supporters who won’t wear a hat, put up a sign, or respond to a poll. I live in an extremely conservative county, and there is no way I’d put a Trump sticker on my car. Getting the car repainted would cost a fortune. Most Trump supporters live in areas where they have to be careful not to even say his name. Obviously, they will be considerably more cautious than I am…until they vote.

Berserk leftists have put themselves in a funny position. By censoring, stealing, firing, banning, and committing acts of violence, they have turned a lot of people into Trump supporters, and they have also driven many people to conceal their support. Inevitably, the Trump vote will be bigger than leftists expect, and that is largely because of their Krystallnacht tactics. They are going to get a surprise that will make them even more berserk, and it’s 100% their fault.

Does that mean Trump will win? If I had to guess, I would say he will. I pray about it a lot, and I curse the Biden campaign all the time. I keep feeling God is telling me Biden will lose. But I could be wrong.

We really are going to have a civil war of sorts, and something is needed to set it off. A Trump loss would not be a very good blasting cap. A Biden loss would be definitely work. It appears the red horseman of the apocalypse is about to burst out of the gate, and there have to be severe temptations to make his mission work, so it seems to me a Biden loss is likely. It would fit in perfectly with Trump’s original victory and the nomination and confirmation of Amy Coney Barrett.

Conservatives believe in laws, and we just do not riot. Rioting conservatives are as rare as Antifers who will make it in the rapture. I don’t think a Biden victory could throw the nation into a state of war, because Republicans would just stay home. A Trump victory would likely send armed terrorist mobs into residential areas.

My best guess for the future is that Trump will win, and leftists will start a war. It just makes sense.

Who will win? Well, we have all the land, food, and oil, and we own most of the coasts. We are much better fighters, and we have lots of weapons. Military people will generally side with us. On the other hand, we may not have the Internet, cell phones, credit cards, or bank accounts. Leftists can probably take those things away. What’s worse? Being effeminate and whiny and not having weapons or crops, or being poor and deprived of the ability to communicate?

What can a conservative do if his leftist New-York-based bank confiscates his accounts? What can we do if our cell phones and Internet connections stop working? I wonder.

I hope I’m not here to see it.

The Revelation says the church of Philadelphia will be spared the season of temptation. It’s not a literal reference to an ancient church. It’s a figurative reference to those Christians who will be close to God when the rapture comes. The season of temptation is the tribulation. The whole thing points to a pre-tribulation rapture.

The unfairness, dishonesty, verbal abuse, physical violence, workplace sabotage, and various crimes of the left are infuriating. They are provocations no one should have to endure in America, and they will get worse. Provocation is temptation. There is no good reason for God to keep subjecting faithful sons and daughters to severe temptation, after they’ve already shown they are firmly on his side. Hypocrites, on the other hand, still need purification by fire.

I have good news for people who think Christians will be here during the tribulation. They’re right. Many Christians will not make it when God calls us home. Their hypocrisy will tie them to the earth, like a millstone pulling a man down to the bottom of the ocean.

I want to be gone when things get worse. How can I secure a place for myself? Jesus says he wants to find people serving meat in his house. “Meat” means the deep truths of God; the things you will never hear from cowards like Joel Osteen, who don’t have the guts to upset people. Jesus’ house is the people who belong to him. He must want us to give strong teaching to Christians. I hope blogging qualifies as serving meat. I certainly do not have any stadium crowds to address.

Time to sit back and watch things unfold.

Pork, Guns, and God

I barely survived the weekend.

Two friends of mine drove up on Saturday morning, and they left yesterday. I’ll call them Diamond and Silk. They’re sisters. Diamond is a nurse, and Silk is a newly-minted prosecutor for a Florida county. They’re Haitian. I met them when I was going to Trinity Church in Miami.

We made a deal. I would fix ribs, and they would do all the cleaning up.

I bought two racks of spare ribs, which were twice what we needed. I found a Youtube video on turning spare ribs into St. Louis ribs, and I followed the directions.

Spare ribs have little ribby bits on one side, and the other side is a large piece of boneless meat. When you cut that piece off, you get a piece of meat you can smoke, along with a rack of ribs that are somewhat like baby backs, only fattier and more delicious.

I didn’t really know what was inside spare ribs. I never bothered to figure out where the bones stopped. I was afraid I would need a saw to make St. Louis ribs. Not so. You just cut where the ribs join the cartilage which connects to the sternum. I’ll post a very helpful video.

I think this is a great move. It gives you small ribs that are easy to handle, plus a large piece of meat which is good in its own right.

I smoked the ribs with 2.5 ounces of hickory and my own rub, after hosing them down with Jim Beam. They were spectacular. It should have been illegal to put sauce on them. But we did.

I also made Texas toast. I made a loaf of sweet white bread with butter and sugar in the dough, and then I dipped slices in strained garlic butter (no garlic pieces) and browned them in a skillet. Unbelievable.

I also prepared a blueberry cheesecake. I’m glad I don’t have any of it left, because this stuff is just too good to not eat.

We also had corn on the cob and barbecue beans with smoked sausage bits.

I think I can safely say that no one in Florida ate better than we did this weekend.

We talked a lot about the rapture and the tribulation. Diamond is taking it seriously. She has bags of rice and beans. She had a dream about moving to Tennessee, even though it’s not what you would call her natural habitat. Silk is not all that aware, so she is still a Democrat. She’s baptized with the Holy Spirit, though, and I have confidence she’ll come around if she speaks in tongues as much as she should. Nothing turns people conservative like prayer in tongues.

We got to shoot a little. I have two arrays of steel targets, welded together by yours truly. Diamond has a Ruger EC9, which is a plastic compact 9mm, and Silk has a Smith & Wesson Bodyguard in .380. Unfortunately, they are not integrated tightly into the 2A cult, so they were not ready for the ammo shortage. Diamond had one 50-round bag of ammo, and Silk had nothing.

Luckily for them, they know a guy who was watching the wind. I have .22 ammo to burn, so I used some of it to teach them to shoot. We used an SW22 and a Colt Woodsman. At first, they were shooting all over the place, but by the end of the day, they were hitting the steel most of the time at 7 yards. I also let them shoot my bright stainless Colt 1911 in .38 Super.

Now maybe there is a chance they’ll be able to defend themselves instead of pulling a Pulp Fiction scene and filling walls with wasted lead.

Watching over Diamond and Silk is like looking after 6 hyperactive kids in a mall, so I was pretty worn out when they left.

Today, I got back to my routine.

I had ordered 5 pounds of smokeless powder, and Fedex failed to show up when they promised. To take delivery, I had to sign in person, so I had to either sit at the house and wait or go to the Fedex hub and pick up the package. I was afraid they would send the powder back, and in these times, you can’t afford to lose any powder. Today I went to the hub and picked up the box.

I also went to get my new .22 pistol. It’s a Browning Challenger I, made in Belgium. I think I already wrote about it. I found it on Gunbroker. It looked very good, an excellent specimen is worth $700, and no one was making reasonable bids. All told, including a transfer fee and shipping, I paid about $477.

This is a marvelous pistol. The trigger is magnificent, the bluing is in very good shape, and it shoots beautifully. A real addition to my collection.

I thought it was in near-mint condition from the pictures, but that isn’t true. I can see it has been fired a lot, and the bluing on the forward side of the grip has thin places where two fingers rested on it, but still…$477.

I hope nothing goes wrong with it, because Browning is not good about supporting the model. They aren’t working very hard to make parts for middle-aged pistols.

Yesterday, once I was alone, I assembled some new shelves for the gun room. When I moved my stuff in there, I bought two $40 plastic shelf units from Home Depot and loaded them up. Sadly, they were not up to the weight of ammunition and reloading components. They bowed. I ended up with boxes all over the floor, because I had nowhere to put them. I broke down and ordered two Seville Classics (really Shanghai Classics) rolling steel units. I got them for $150 each. For some reason, the price fluctuates during the day, and I caught them on a dip. They were $168 when I first put them in my cart.

These shelves can hold 4000 pounds if you put feet on them. If you use wheels, the capacity drops to 500 pounds. I guess the spindles on the wheels bend. Anyway, it’s pretty obvious the shelves are not the weak points, so it’s okay to put a great deal of weight on a couple of shelves per unit, as long as you don’t overload the remaining shelves. I filled the lower shelves with ammo and brass. Then I put other junk on the other shelves. No problems. They roll around just find, and nothing is bent.

I was able to keep one Home Depot unit for light objects, so now I have a lot of storage, and I can see the floor. I can actually find things now.

I’m going to get back to work on my tool chest welding cart conversion. I should go ahead and buy a second tool chest.

The year 2020 keeps getting better. I hope it’s a trend that continues through the rapture.

The Biggest Scandal Your Neighbors Will Never Know About?

If you’re not conservative, you may be amazed to learn that Rudy Giuliani has a copy of a laptop hard drive belonging to Hunter Biden, the son of Joe Biden. People who watch Fox and get their news from the Internet instead of TV and newspapers are well aware of the story, but the leftist press, including Facebook and Twitter, is actively censoring it.

Hunter Biden is an influence salesman. Whose influence does he sell? One likely name comes to mind. Hunter Biden is a drug addict who was discharged from the Navy because of his problems, he fathered a son with a stripper, and he’s a Yale-educated lawyer who doesn’t seem to be able to make it as an attorney. It’s hard to imagine bigwigs other than Joe Biden lining up to work with him.

I am not on a first-name basis with this man, obviously, but in order to distinguish him from his father, and to avoid typing “Hunter Biden” over and over, I will refer to him as Hunter.

The hard drive contains disturbing photos of Hunter, along with an 11-minute video of a man who appears to be Hunter, engaging in a sex act with a woman. One photo shows Hunter with a crack pipe in his mouth. Text in the hard drive suggests Hunter sells access to his father to the Chinese.

Democrats are calling the data “Russian disinformation,” and they’re saying Giuliani–the star prosecutor who took down the mafia–is an unreliable dupe who is easily taken in by fake evidence. The problem with this theory, as Giuliani has noted, is that a person claiming to be Hunter’s attorney demanded that his client’s property–the hard drive–be returned. If the hard drive is fake, it’s not Hunter’s property, and it would be unethical for an attorney to lie in order to get it.

Unless Giuliani is making the story up, Hunter’s legal representative has conceded the genuineness of the hard drive.

Emails in the hard drive say an interest in a foreign deal was set aside for H, and a source confirms that H is Joe Biden. Another message in the drive informs Hunter’s daughter he won’t take half her salary like Joe Biden would. The implication is that Joe Biden is receiving half of Hunter’s profits.

That would be a little sick. Biden became rich through his political position, and everyone who knows anything about taxes knows you do NOT let your children give you wealth. You should always look for ways to transfer wealth to them in order to avoid inheritance taxes. A rich parent who skims money from a less-wealthy child is like an animal that eats its young.

Twitter is banning mention of the story, which appears in The New York Post (a reputable mainstream outlet), and so is Facebook. Twitter’s rationale is that they don’t publish “hacked” material. Unfortunately for Twitter, Hunter abandoned the laptop at a repair shop, and he signed a waiver saying it would become the shop’s property if he did not pick it up. You can’t hack yourself. The people at Twitter know this. Technology is their thing, and they have lawyers. Twitter is censoring the story because they know it hurts Biden’s chances of being elected.

We have reached a predictable (and predicted) point in history in which a big percentage of Americans get their news from social media. Because social media firms are not bound by the First Amendment, they are allowed to restrict speech arbitrarily. We saw this coming, and our legislators did nothing to protect us. As a result, a few kooky, spoiled, far-left tech kids now have the ability to keep legitimate news from tens of millions of irresponsible Americans who make no effort to find reliable news.

It certainly looks like Biden (the elder) made a lot of money from selling influence or at least access through his son, after saying he never discussed his son’s business with him because of the conflict of interest. That, unlike the fake Russian Trump dossier financed by Hillary Clinton or the debunked collusion scandal, would be a very big deal. But if you ask your Democrat or swing-voter neighbor about it, he may have no idea what you’re talking about, even if he watches the news twice a day.

For a few years, I’ve been disturbed to see conservatives gloating about their political successes. We barely got Bush elected, we lost the presidency to a previously obscure mediocrity twice in a row, and then we barely got Trump elected. Somehow, many conservatives thought this history showed that we owned the world. I’ve seen people on the web talking about the death of leftism, as though it were a done deal. I wondered how anyone could be that dumb.

They’re even smug about the Supreme Court. Well, guess what? Clarence Thomas is fat, old, black, and fond of tobacco, Roberts is unreliable, and there is no legal barrier to packing the court. If the Democrats want to put 150 liberal judges on the court, leaving 6 conservatives to oppose them, they can do it.

America becomes less conservative every year, we don’t have the House, we are close to losing the Senate, Biden is ahead in the polls, and if Trump loses, the Supreme Court is Biden’s for the asking, as soon as next year. We are on the edge of a precipice, and many of us are too stupid to see it.

Now leftists in the information industry are doing what smart people predicted years ago. They’re choking conservatives out of public forums. Because we rely on their platforms so much, they can destroy our ability to speak and amplify the voices that oppose us without committing a technical violation of the law. The First Amendment still exists, and it’s still the law, but it no longer matters much. It protects us from the government, but the government isn’t the aggressor.

Having the right to speak means nothing if you’re speaking to three friends in your backyard and your opponent is reaching a billion people on Facebook, with help from Facebook’s promotional algorithms.

It will be very strange if Biden is elected, the laptop story finally gets to the public, and Biden is impeached and removed. I suppose impeachment will be impossible, however, because Democrats in the House will not hold one of their own accountable. They have no integrity.

Hunter is the most interesting part of the story. His father is aggressive, mean, dishonest, highly ambitious, and ruthless. Hunter does not seem to be cut from the same cloth. He appears to be unambitious, nonaggressive, sensitive, and easily dominated. The impression one gets from reading his communications and seeing his photos is that he was raised by a domineering, selfish dad who pushed him around and wrecked his self-image. It’s just an impression, but it makes me wonder.

He seems like a more honest person than Joe. He has admitted he probably wouldn’t have gotten where he is but for his dad. Joe would never admit a thing like that. Joe is not bright. He graduated near the bottom of his law school class, at a low-ranked school. He plagiarizes because he can’t have original or clever thoughts. Joe compensates by lying and bullying. If you questioned Joe’s merits, he would challenge you to a pushup contest, make a patently false claim of high intelligence, call you a name, and accuse you of being some kind of plant.

Here is a sad excerpt from a text Hunter sent:

my brother and I were
required to go to mass
every sunday growing up.
Just the three of us-Bean
my Dad and me. It was an
event-as long as we had
on a clean shirt and pants and
combed our hair we were ready to go. But
it was mandatory. And the
truth is U hated moss for
the post part. It always
seemed hollow to me. more
a an exercise in commitment than an act of
spirituality.
We were almost always late. We always sat in
the back or stood against the back wall if
there wasn’t room for the three of us to sit
together. And for some reason I always remember
it being hot regardless of the weather the hemi
lp at st. Joseph’s on the Brandywine rarely
spoke to me in anyway, and I spent most of the
time between standing, sitting, kneeling repeat
over and over lost in thought about what way
ahead or what was behind
There were only two parts of
the mass that I enjoyed.
The first was the “sharing of
peace.” IIn that monent
while the rest of churchgoers
would be shaking hands
with their peep neighbors, Bea
Dad and I would turn to one-
another and we each would
hug and kiss. No matter what.
It orbit mattes if Beau and
I were arguing up until the
moment we entered the
church, or if Dod way
pissed at one of us for
whatever reason. We would
give each other a hug and

I can’t read minds, but that seems like it came from a man who is much more honest than Joe Biden, at least in his personal life.

The feeling I get is that Hunter disappoints his father. Maybe his average mind and talents bother Joe because they don’t fit in with his fairy tales about himself and his brains. Biden has made crazy claims about his academic achievements and his IQ, and we all know smart, talented people produce smart, talented kids. Joe is a blue-collar impostor in a white-collar realm. He pretends to be something his genes could never have produced. A man like that wants a son who gets into Yale because of his grades and test scores, not because is dad is a Senator.

Hunter’s eyes look distant and haunted in his photos. He looks like he’s just there because he has to be. Maybe for his dad.

Quite honestly, he seems like the Holden Caulfield of the Democratic Party. That sums it up better than anything else I could say.

As happy as I would be to see the laptop keep Joe Biden in his basement and assisted living for the next 4 years, I feel very bad for Hunter. How can you read the story, read the texts and emails, look at the pictures, hear about the drugs, the sex video, and the pornography, and not wish this hadn’t happened to him? Situations like his drive people to kill themselves.

I don’t know the truth. Maybe I’m completely wrong about Hunter Biden. I have impressions; nothing more.

This is what happens to families when church is a lifeless place where effeminate men putter around in robes instead of introducting people to the Spirit of the living God. As a politician, Joe Biden knew he had to go to church regularly even if they were sacrificing virgins on the altar, just as he had to marry and have kids. It looks like he dragged his sons along just for optics.

Boredom and alienation are normal in Catholic churches and other churches where the Holy Spirit is stifled.

Arriving late in church is something proud people who don’t know God do. People who know God, and who know other people’s time is valuable, show up on time. It’s disrespectful. It’s also a way to make sure people see you when you arrive.

We should pray for Hunter Biden, while we’re praying his dad loses and Kamala Harris never becomes president.

The rapture can’t some soon enough for me. I keep praying for God to call us as soon as possible. Freedom of speech is dying. So is freedom of assembly. Restraints on disinformation are being removed. Hatred and cruelty are now fashionable. If it’s this bad now, I don’t want to be here to see what it’s like in 2030.

Link Machine Blows with Unseen Wind

Am I the only one who is extremely disappointed in Matt Drudge?

Drudge and President Trump are enemies now, and no one seems to know why. Drudge has a reputation for leaning pretty far to the right, and it is said he was highly disturbed by the prospect of a Hillary Clinton presidency in 2016, but for some reason, his site has turned into a news hub for people with Trump Derangement Syndrome. I’ve visited a few times lately, but I felt like I was looking at Yahoo News or The Daily Kos, so I quit. The page was full of links to innuendo-filled stories, gossip, and polls that looked bad for Trump. Leftists continue to provide abundant material for right-leaning aggregators, but Drudge doesn’t seem interested in relaying it now.

I used to visit Drudge every day, because he was one of the few promulgaters of legitimate, important news stories that were damaging to the left. They say he broke the Lewinsky scandal. I quit visiting for a few years, so I was pretty startled when I returned a few months back. What happened to him?

What I have been told is that Andrew Breitbart ran the site back when I began reading it. I know a lot of people adore Breitbart, but I thought he was an unprincipled toad, based on things I heard from a source that had inside information. My opinion of him did not change when he died. This is the guy who became Drudge’s lickspittle in order to launch his own site, yet who had no qualms about helping start Huffto for a known hack and turncoat.

Was he a real conservative? I doubt it. I think he was just pro-Breitbart, bought and sold like a bag of fertilizer.

Anyway, Breitbart ran Drudge’s site back when it provided useful information. I don’t know who’s running it now. Maybe Drudge is doing the arduous 15 hours of websurfing and linking per week himself. In any case, the site is pretty clearly dedicated to putting Kamala Harris in the Oval Office. If it’s out of principle, well and good, but it sort of looks like Drudge is throwing America under the bus out of pettiness.

Is he being blackmailed? Homosexuality rumors have been in the wind for years. Is there a video in a hard drive somewhere? I would think more highly of him if I knew coercion were behind his new policies.

It reminds me of what Jesus said about hirelings. They can’t be trusted. If your allies aren’t allies at heart, they’re not really allies.

I hope to see Drudge severely disappointed after the election, along with the pagans, perverts, racists, domestic terrorists, fake journalists, and treacherous RINO’s who curse Trump, lie about him and his supporters, and gloat in advance. They don’t just go after the president and his supporters. Many of them mock God himself. They conflate Trump voters with Christians, not without reason. They think Christians are superstitious, illiterate, racist incest enthusiasts, and they look forward to seeing our hearts broken by a nonexistent God who doesn’t come through.

It won’t ruin my life if we elect a senile president credibly accused of rape, and I will survive if his obnoxious, terrorist-coddling vice president takes over and manages to nullify our First, Second, Fourth, and Fifth Amendment protections. God, not Donald Trump, is the real source of my safety and dominance. But I don’t want to see God lie back and wait, giving brats and losers who hate him the appearance of victory over him.

We know what Drudge is now, so that’s a blessing.

I wonder what will happen to him after the election. Surely, he has driven conservatives away. Will he be able to hold onto anti-Trumpers in the absence of the cause that drew them to him?

If his new friends turned out to be fickle and abandoned him, it would be poetic justice.

Yelp Lets Imbeciles Call Terrorists Down on Businesses

You know what hurts? Being right.

As I’ve observed the decline of America, I have made a bunch of predictions. Many involved technology, which I know little about. Even though I don’t have deep knowledge of technology, I have been proven right over and over. My misses are few in comparison. Surely God must have been telling me things.

One of the things I predicted was that the Internet would replace the government. Eventually, people will be wired together so effectively, they will resemble a single consciousness that reacts to things very quickly. Too quickly and decisively for the government to react. It’s happening.

Today I learned that Yelp, the Internet review giant, has a new policy. If enough idiots and liars flag your business as racist, Yelp will put a notification on your page.

It’s extortion. It’s a protection racket. “Play ball, or go out of business while violent, unprosecutable mobs menace your store.”

Why do I say “unprosecutable”? Because we have major cities in which it’s nearly impossible to get yourself prosecuted for terrorism related to Antifa and BLM. People are being arrested, released, and arrested again.

I had 95 Yelp reviews up as of this morning. Now I have none. I deleted them all. I tried to replace them with messages protesting the extortion, but you can’t do that. You can add to a review, but you can’t remove it. Yelp offers you a little box in which you can explain why you deleted your review, so I used it to call them extortionists.

Remember what happened around 50 years ago? The government stepped in and forced business owners to accommodate minorities. Whether it was a good idea is debatable, since the public was turning against segregation anyway, and passing intrusive new laws extended the federal government’s control of individual citizens, but it was something the government was entitled to do. No private entity could do it. Now government has been supplanted. We don’t have to draft laws or have Congressional debates or votes. A bunch of imbeciles with cell phones can shut you down pretty much instantly, and there is no legal recourse, nor is there any due process. Then when terrorists show up to break your windows, the police ignore them, or they get arrested one night and show up to terrorize you again the next day.

Jewish legend says the people of Sodom and Gomorrah tormented visitors because they loved their cities and didn’t want anyone else to share in the blessings. It says that when merchants visited, locals would swarm them. Every person would steal one small item. Each crime was too small to ground prosecution, but the merchants were ruined. It was like being attacked by piranha. Or flies. Satan is the Lord of the Flies, after all. That name wasn’t given to him without good reason.

Now we have swarms of unnaccountable terrorists, performing the same basic function as the Sodomites, with just as little accountability. In fact, they receive approval and financial and social rewards.

Cell phones and the Internet are facilitating our decline into lawlessness. Fifty years ago, it was much harder to coordinate large numbers of cruel morons. Now it’s a breeze, and I promise you, it will get easier.

I keep telling people: this is the Beast. Yes, the Bible says one man will bear that title, but he will not be alone. He would be powerless alone. He’ll have a body of servants, just as Jesus does. The body of the Beast is part of the Beast, just as we are parts of Jesus.

Jesus influences, but does not control, people through the Spirit of Holiness. Satan is a weak loser and the father of all losers, so he doesn’t have a comparable, ubiquitous spirit. He has Skynet, however, and it has given him power greater than any power he has ever had.

The net human beings are weaving for themselves will choke them to death. No one can withstand constant scrutiny and exposure or a system of quick rewards and punishments that come without recourse or due process. We are sewing a straitjacket around ourselves, and we’re just too stupid to see it. We can’t handle this much power. It will destroy us. Only the perfectly righteous can handle omnipotence. This is why God cast Satan into hell. Satan wanted the power of God with the character of a cockroach.

It will keep getting worse. We will not magically develop the character needed to wield this kind of power correctly. There is no hope that will happen. Conservatives understand this, because conservatism is based on the knowledge that people are selfish. Liberals pretend people are good and that they can solve their own problems, so they will keep feeding the flames.

I’ve used Yelp a lot. I’m not sure why, because the recommendations haven’t worked out well. Business owners queer the reviews. There are tons of glowing reviews which clearly were not written by actual customers, and I’m sure business owners write bad reviews for competitors. I’ve eaten plenty of slop at places with good reviews.

Yelp gives you the illusion that you’re getting something you can trust, but in reality, it’s not that good. My experience suggests consistently bad reviews can be trusted, but a huge string of good ones means nothing. A lot of business owners have big families and no integrity.

In the upcoming civil war, the left’s ace will be control of information. Censorship and ecommerce restrictions will be used to counter the right’s control of most of the land and most of the weapons. Yelp, Google, Youtube, and so on will be on the wrong side of history. Tech kids are overwhelmingly leftist, and tech people tend to be cruel and arrogant, with undeveloped hearts and no interest in fairness. It will be interesting to see what happens.

I wonder what the next sign will be. Yelp isn’t the biggest influence on the web. The bigger players may be able to cause real suffering on a very wide scale.

Satan’s Leftists Starting to Look Ripe

The red horseman of the apocalypse is either riding among us or playing his entrance music.

The newest focus of the Antichrist’s mindless mob violence: Wauwatosa, Wisconsin. The next name terrorists may try to force you to say in order to avoid a beating: Alvin Cole.

Alvin Cole, who was black, went to a mall. He took a Smith & Wesson M&P pistol with a 30-round magazine. He got in a moronic argument with a man, and he showed him his gun. The police were called. Cole ran, and he was pursued. While he ran, he shot at his pursuers, a cop and a security guard. In response to his unspoken request, the police provided him with a generous serving of hot lead, and he expired.

Alvin Cole made himself garbage. He treated himself as though he were disposable and forced others to do the same. He put himself in a position where the only option was to send him to hell. Somehow, in the minds of our domestic BLM terrorists, this is the fault of the police and the security guard. Terrorists ran amok in Wautosa, entering yards and breaking the windows of random homes.

The disturbing thing is that terrorists went into the suburbs this time. We’re used to seeing them attack police stations and businesses. Now they run down streets and break house windows while the occupants are within.

It’s a bad development. I can’t tell you what the law says in every state, district, and territory, but here in Florida, a person who enters an occupied home without permission is presumed to be likely to kill or do other great harm, and it’s okay to shoot them dead without running away or making much of an effort to investigate their intentions. Going into someone’s yard doesn’t necessarily raise the same presumption, but it probably can, and once a pattern of trespassing in yards is established, home invasions will follow. When BLM and Antifa home invasions become common, bodies will start piling up, and the vast majority will be those of terrorists.

We already know what terrorists and potential terrorists will do when a violent criminal is killed by police in a jusitified shooting. What will they do when we start hearing reports that this or that victim has shot 7 or 8 “teens” dead in his or her yard?

How many potential terrorists do we have? How deep is the bench? Do we have enough privately owned guns to discourage them? I wonder.

Maybe it varies by location. Where I live, terrorists would have a very difficult time. But there are many residential neighborhoods filled with liberals who are self-righteously determined to live unarmed. Jews come to mind; it’s like they never heard of the Warsaw Ghetto. And gun and ammunition supplies get tighter all the time, so strapping up now is not a viable option for most unarmed people. On top of that, leftist officials are very likely to respond to terrorist aggression by trying to shut down further sales to people in their areas. They will also try to confiscate arms that are already present, regardless of what the law says.

I suppose the chickens will come home to roost. Liberals made their beds, and they will have to lie in them and harvest the rewards of their efforts. They raised the chickens.

I saw a video of a man in Wauwatosa trying to tell terrorists they were vandalizing homes belonging to Democrats. It’s so sad; he doesn’t understand. They don’t care. Why do people think they care? How can people be that stupid?

Police shootings don’t matter. They’re pretexts. Black racists and self-hating whites (who are taking BLM over with an astounding demonstration of the power of whitesplaining) aren’t really motivated by police violence. They’re motivated by bigotry and cruelty. They don’t care if you voted for Obama. They don’t even care if you belong to BLM. They’re just looking to hurt people. They love the joy of humiliating helpless human beings, injuring and killing them, and taking or destroying what they have.

The man who tried to talk to terrorists should have stayed in his house with a gun. He was deluded. He didn’t understand that he was waving bait in front of sharks. He was old, white, and fat. He must have looked the way a chicken with a broken wing looks to a fox.

One of the reasons for the tribulation is hatred of truth. Leftists, as children of the Antichrist, have abandoned truth. It means nothing to them; they find it offensive. When you abandon the truth and love lies, you become immune to growth and correction. Truth is what people use to help you. When it can’t find a way in, you become worthless, and efforts to save you become a waste of time and resources.

Antichristians say things like, “Only whites can be racist.” It’s a hate-excusing mantra, coined from thin air, spewed by racist academics and ghetto philosophers. They say all whites are racist. They say speech is violence. They even say silence is violence. When you try to talk to them, they vomit their Satanic canards at you, condemning themselves to abandonment and destruction.

Why do they say speech and silence are violence? Because violence justifies violence in response. They love violence, and they’re looking for ways to get permission to do it. What they really mean is, “We hate whites, Jews, successful Asians, conservatives, and real Christians, and we want to hurt you and keep hurting you forever.” Their father is Satan, they are just as crazy as he is, and they feel pretty much what he feels.

God told me that people who reject him are afterbirth. When a baby is born, a lot of live flesh comes out with it, but it dies in the process, and then it becomes garbage. This is the fate of people who hate Jesus. Like afterbirth, they have to exist, and they serve a purpose, but once the purpose is served, they go to be incinerated and kept away from the living.

Plants have afterbirth. A seed comes with a husk and other non-fertile parts. When a seed grows, the afterbirth rots. This is very relevant to the tribulation, because the word “tribulation” literally means removing the afterbirth from grain so it can be burned. A tribulum is a device used to separate grain from husks.

The Antichristians are afterbirth. They have no hope of remaining free after death or of leaving a legacy. Their names will die with them, and they will stay dead. Their memory will die. The tribulation will be the final winnowing in the age of the gentiles.

Until today, I felt very concerned about people who will miss the rapture. In my heart, I somehow conflated missing the rapture with eternal damnation. This morning I realized that was wrong. The words says people who are alive during the tribulation will be able to accept salvation. The problem is that they will live in complete misery until they die. The prayers of God’s children won’t be rising from the earth any more, and God’s fury won’t be restrained as it is now. It will be very bad, but not so bad that we should beg God to put it off unnecessarily.

It’s better for Antichristians to suffer the tribulation now than for Christians to remain here until their suffering becomes excessive and unprofitable. Antichristians have made their choice. If anyone has to suffer, it should be them, not us. And maybe that suffering will help them more than a few extra years of grace would. The word says stripes are for a fool’s back. Persuasion and kindess are inappropriate, and counterproductive, for many people.

A big, big percentage of America is deeply in love with lies. Even if they’re not committing terrorism, they’re supporting it and voting for it. It seems to me that we have sunk very deeply into the love of evil. Trump may win, and we can pray and have revivals, but dishonesty and pride are like strong armor. I don’t think we can make real change, because you can only sell people things they want. If they want evil, they won’t swallow the truth even if they understand it well.

Another reason for an imminent rapture: the more violent and cruel the left becomes, the more likely they will be able to tempt Christians to become like them and be damned. God already raptured Enoch and Elijah, and some believe Enoch was removed because if he hadn’t been, he might have turned to sin.

I used to think the world would have to be completely chaotic in order for the rapture to come. I no longer think that’s true. I think 2020 would make perfect sense. The only major refuge of godliness in the world is gone. We have to bow to idiots, whores, and murderers as a matter of course. If God wants to put an end to this act of the drama, I say may he do it.

May it come before large numbers of us find ourselves presented with the choice of shooting terrorists or being beaten, murdered, and raped.

I have regretted not doing more for God in this life, but it occurs to me that this life will not end with the rapture. If I make it, I’ll be eligible to return here after 7 years. That’s what the Bible says. I would still have time to accomplish things for God. The post-tribulation world won’t be cursed, but it won’t be perfect, either. There will still be rebellion and sin, and Christians will still have missions to accomplish. Maybe I should look forward to that instead of feeling bad because I was rejected over and over in this stage of my existence.

I think Trump will win, for a few reasons. For one thing, witches curse conservatives all the time, and antichristians make fun of God and say he won’t help us. I think God has a wonderful opportunity to show them their “gods” are garbage. Also, I believe a Trump victory would lead to an instantaneous increase in leftist violence. That would fit in with the release of the red horseman of the apocalypse. Some kind of trigger would be useful. Leftists have already been triggered by coronavirus, several years of Donald Trump, the rejection of Merrick Garland, and the nomination of Amy Coney Barrett. I think a Trump victory would be a great way to push them off the cliff and into full-scale, mindless, cannibalistic civil war worthy of scared rats.

I have wondered if I was accumulating guns and ammunition so they would be here for lapsed Christians who didn’t make it in the rapture. Now I’m wondering if they’re for antichristians, so they can find them and kill each other.

I suppose cutting gun safes and vaults open will be major occupations for leftists in the days following the rapture.

Today I ordered 800 rifle casings, target bullets, and a pretty decent amount of H3450. Target bullets aren’t optimal for killing and maiming, but at 2700 fps, they will certainly do a fair job.

I think I’ll just pray for God to go ahead and wrap things up. The insanity has gone on long enough to suit me.