We don’t cook anything that requires effort on Sundays. This morning I fried up a piece of country ham and two eggs, and because we don’t cook anything that requires effort on Sunday, I added a frozen Fresh Market croissant the store gave us for nothing. We never buy loaves of store bread. My wife makes bread for us. We ran out, and she can’t fix more until tomorrow.
I used Meacham ham which I ordered for my ham search. Along with Meacham, I’m testing Benton’s, Broadbent’s, Penn, and Newsom’s. I already eliminated Broadbent’s. I made red eye gravy with the drippings.
Meacham ham has a unique side flavor, and it smells a little funny before cooking. That threw off my analysis at first.
The smell goes away during cooking, the flavor is strong and tasty, the salt level is just right, the ham isn’t too dry and there is a reasonable amount of fat. It’s very nice.
The other companies are up against the wall now. Newsom’s is nearly perfect, but it costs about twice as much as Meacham, it’s not aged as long, and they won’t slice and bag it. The more I try Meacham, the more I think it’s just as good. Penn and Benton’s might be great. Benton’s can’t match Meacham on price, though. Penn is pretty close.
Penn is sending me a half-ham, sliced and bagged, for $64. It’s only a few pounds, so it doesn’t weigh half as much as a whole ham, but they keep the bones and probably some stuff I would remove and discard. I don’t know if it’s honest to call it a half ham or not, but there is a lot of waste in a whole ham, so maybe it is.
The good thing about butchering a whole ham is that you get a hock and a bone for beans or soup, so losing that is a significant hit.
I ate this in front of my baby son. I guess that was mean, but he can’t have country ham. He will be raised on it, though.
I use a lot of Internet forums because I have a lot of interests. I can’t just conjure up friends and relatives who can tell me how to wire up a guitar amp tube socket or change an oil seal on a tractor axle. I have to look elsewhere.
Something about me attracts insults and abuse. Internet forums are full of jerks. Anyone who participates in a typical forum will eventually be bullied and provoked. My strategy is to try to show humility and patience from the start, and I use self-deprecating remarks to keep the jerks from waking up, but to many jerks, humility and self-deprecation are like the smell of poop to flies, so they pounce.
Eventually, if someone will not leave me alone, I will respond in kind. I am much better at this than most people, and forum moderators don’t like it. You can let a complete ass insult you over and over for weeks, and you can count on forum moderators to leave him alone, but when you get fed up and snap back with a penetrating shot from a larger caliber, you get in trouble.
These days, more and more moderators are ignorant young wokesters, so things are worse if there is any kind of conservative or Christian smell to you. It doesn’t have to be overt; a slight hint will serve just fine to get you disparate and unfair treatment.
Some old crank has been needling me on a forum for saying it’s a good thing to expose people who give consumers a raw deal. It’s like he’s a dog and the neighbor’s shar pei is in heat. He can’t move on. I responded to his obnoxious remarks civilly several times, and he can’t shut up.
I quit going to the forum, but after a week or two, I decided to visit again, and he was still at it. I told him the first of the month was coming up, so I was glad I wasn’t paying rent on his head.
Personally, I would rent a house, not an efficiency, but let’s move on.
Now some woke kid moderators are sending me email messages. I responded once, and now I just put them in the Archived folder. Maybe I’ll read them in a month or two, or maybe I’ll use other forums.
There are some seriously non-woke forums out there, so that’s nice. One example is Arborist Site, for people who need help with forestry tools. Gun forums are also pretty good. I wouldn’t go near a Christian forum, because I can’t handle the self-righteousness from people who do nothing but quote fools like Joel Osteen and T.D. Jakes. Few things are worse than being scolded by ignorant, disrespectful people.
Some people are drawn to Christianity by a desire to change and get close to God. Many more, however, are drawn by the desire to be God’s Karens and HOA presidents. Yeshua was murdered by self-promoting, self-adoring Karens.
A Youtube preacher named Tom Fischer lectured me for criticizing TV preachers and their prosperity nonsense. Well, he lives in a camper that was a gift. I am not making fun of him. Poverty is no joke. But he lives in a camper, he has had this standard of living for many years, and he essentially called me an enemy of Christ for criticizing the prosperity gospel.
He told me I had discipline coming. I was living in a nice house. I had a wonderful wife. I didn’t have to work. I lived in a fantastic area with warm, kind people. Since he gave me his warning, I have had a magnificent baby son who brightens every day of my life. Things get better all the time.
As I have told my wife, if this is discipline, I want more of it.
He has a lot of company. A lot of people have told me God was either getting me or going to get me. Most ironically, Alberto Lee Santiago, the child-rapist pastor from my last church. He told me God didn’t like what I was doing. Within a couple of years, he was put in prison, his wife (who agreed with him) died from a brain tumor before he was sentenced, and of course, he lost his church.
His brother-in-law Sander was also enraged at me, although of course, he claimed he was praying for me. Sometimes I think that’s the ultimate Christian diss.
Sander was an illegal alien; maybe he still is. He got furious at me for calling Osteen a grinning jackass, which I stand by. He got even madder when I said illegal immigration was a Biblical curse, which is a hundred percent true. When Santiago was arrested (after doing his level best to discourage the victim’s mother from forgiving him), Sander posted a meme criticizing church members for abandoning their “shepherd.”
There are a lot of things a good shepherd does with sheep. What Albert did is not one of them.
I would like to see Tom Fischer and his wife in a big, beautiful house with a pack of cute kids playing around their feet, but it looks like the prosperity gospel is keeping him where he is. It was designed by Satan to do that. It works beautifully. As Satan’s tools go, it is unsurpassed in its effectiveness.
The more you give to prosperity preachers, the less you prosper, and the less you can give to the poor. That’s the scheme, in a nutshell. In a way, it’s almost beautiful. So simple and powerful.
Fischer also lays into the Jews all the time, which is beyond disappointing.
Anyway, that’s just an example of what happens when I speak up around Christians. Religious people murdered Yeshua, and they want to get rid of everyone else who shoots down their idols and superstitions. Jewish or Christian, it’s the same kind of people.
I really hope no one hits me with “Judge not” for the rest of this year. I don’t know if I’ll be able to restrain myself. I’m going to get a shirt that says, “‘Judge not’ is not the only verse in the Bible.”
Like Yeshua and the apostles, I judge people all the time. It’s extremely helpful to me and whoever hears it. I don’t care who the person is; the other day I judged Billy Graham for saying Muhammad Ali was a follower of Jesus Christ. That was a stupid and dangerous thing to say. I don’t care how many people went to Graham’s crusades.
Billy Graham is probably close to the top of the Christian idol totem pole. He was so relentlessly inoffensive, he drew the admiration of hundreds of millions. What did Yeshua, an unpopular person, say about popularity?
If I’m willing to knock Billy Graham, you know I’m hard core.
My wife saw Graham say this, and she was mortified. We listened to him, and the impression we got was that he denied the necessity of the cross, which could mean he was not saved. Denying Yeshua is the absolute surest and quickest way to lose your salvation.
Muhammad Ali, a Muslim, named himself after a pedophile rapist gangster who was physically dirty and encouraged his followers to perform acts of terrorism against non-Muslims. Ali was no follower of Yeshua. He was an extremely ignorant man, he lived a life of defeat, and he is almost certainly in hell. Graham saw no point in correcting him. In fact, he reinforced his eternal itinerary by lying to his face. Great job, Billy.
Believe it or not, warning people about hell is important. Is it controversial to say that? Can that possibly be? Slap yourself hard in the face and think about it.
To get back to my dream, I dreamed someone emailed me a link to a new forum, and I visited it. All of the posts were reposts of things I had written on forums. All the horrible non-woke things that had sent snowflakes running for their weed stashes and power crystals.
One of the posts was very funny. The guy who created the forum was furious at me for using the phrase “crazy people.” You can’t say “crazy” any more, even if you’re describing a bona fide psychotic who has to be kept strapped to a wall.
This useful, accurate phrase is considered offensive. That’s just crazy.
God has blessed me for giving up secular entertainment. I did it earlier this year, and although my life was very good beforehand, it is much, much better now. Years ago, he blessed me for giving up social media. Now I wonder if he wants me to quit using Internet forums.
I feel like I need them for the purpose of getting information, but that may be an excuse. I also use them for socializing.
Now that AI is freely available, I have found that it’s a better source of help than Internet forums. Forum people like answering questions about which they know nothing. They also drag threads off topic. Maybe I should drop forums and stick with AI as much as I can.
Participation in the world’s culture is unequal yoking, so it has to be minimized.
Is using AI unequal yoking? I hope not. It’s pretty woke, i.e. deluded. AI bots aren’t people, though, so I treat them like the inanimate objects they are. I don’t try to get along with them. I don’t use good manners. I never joke with them. It would be like trying to befriend a shovel.
The world’s culture is a minefield. It was designed by Satan. He puts little temptation mines in TV, fiction, movies, sports, music, and the news. When you walk through it, the mines blow up under your feet. Demons get permission to enter your home and go after you and your family.
The most pleasant thing about abandoning secular entertainment is that it put an end to my lust issues. I didn’t realize it, but websites that don’t seem sex-related have little bits of erotic content in them designed to pull you further astray, and it works. News sites are full of erotic clickbait about whorish female celebrities. This one or that one shocked the crowd at Sundance by going to a viewing naked! This one has an incredible “bikini bod” at 57! That one wore a CHEEKY dress to the Golden Globes! It’s all over sites like The Daily Mail and Yahoo News.
I don’t need to see professional sluts all day. Sorry; that’s what they are. I wouldn’t let them be part of my social circle or walk onto my property, so why read about them on the Internet?
I didn’t realize reading the news or watching shows like Clarkson’s Farm could lead to problems with lust, but it does. It must lead to other demonic issues, too.
Being delivered from demons is wonderful, but it’s a second-rate blessing. The better blessing is to avoid having demons in the first place. Secular culture brings them in, and if they are cast out and you go back to secular culture, they enter you all over again.
I would rather stay free than watch Fox News. The Catholic news channel.
Any channel where more than one host refers to an old celibate socialist elected by gays as the holy father is suspect.
I’m not going to fit in with this world. If I started to, it would be a sign that I had backslidden and lost my relationship with God. Changing my behavior to avoid offending won’t help. The real offense is my existence. I’m like a Jew. The problem people have with me isn’t my behavior. It’s my existence itself.
Currying favor won’t make anyone like me. It will just strip me of the favor of God and grieve the Holy Spirit.
If I try to make people like me by being less honest, they will still hate me, but I will lose my relationship with God.
Go ahead and dislike me. They will never build a microscope powerful enough to detect my respect for your opinion of me.
I believe in the rapture. It is described clearly in the Bible, and there are also lots of symbolic references to it.
I have no problem with the rapture. In fact, I am counting on it, because I am not eager to die of old age on a planet that has descended into wholesale, violent, sadistic persecution. I don’t want my wife and son to be stuck here, either.
I’m convinced rapture-deniers have the poorer view. On the other hand, it is fatiguing to get excited, repeatedly, about a possibly-imminent rapture and then find out it’s not happening. It’s like sitting in a restaurant, watching waiters stroll by with pizza after pizza you mistakenly think is headed for your table.
In 2015, in a dream, I experienced the rapture with my late mother. I heard the trumpet and everything. It gave me hope I would not be stuck here much longer. It is now 2025.
In 2020, I had another rapture dream, but it was symbolic. I thought it might point to a rapture that would take place at around Christmas of that year. January came, and I was still here.
I think both of these dreams were related to Christmas, because in the 2015 dream, I was in my grandparents’ living room. That is the room where my cousins and I opened our Christmas presents. The memory of opening presents in that room is the strongest memory I have of it.
Also, if you think about it, the rapture is like Christmas. The first Christmas was the first time Yeshua came to earth as Messiah, and the rapture will be the second time. A second Christmas.
I used to keep up with other people’s rapture dreams on Youtube, but it became very difficult because an eccentric woman put up a channel which stole and reposted other people’s videos. This effectively blocked out other people’s content unless she liked it. I think she did this to make money.
I quit searching for videos and went on with my life, so I lost touch with other rapture enthusiasts.
Recently, a friend of mine reposted a video from a young man who said he had dreamed of the rapture. He said Yeshua had told him he was “right at the door.” He said he had heard the dates September 23 and September 24 over and over.
He said Yeshua kept saying, “My wrath is just,” meaning the tribulation was ready to fall on the world.
He also said God spoke through him to his father, telling his father that his grandfather was in heaven, and the grandfather wanted the father to pray for the father’s siblings because they were not saved.
This all sounded pretty good, except for a few problems that made it incompatible with the truth.
First of all, the rapture did not come, unless it was tiny. If so, I am in big trouble, because I am now in the tribulation.
Second, there is no reason to believe dead people know anything about what happens here, that they intercede for us, or that God would give us messages from them.
Predictably, there is a parachute to save the prediction from the date problem. People are saying Yeshua is coming on September 23 or 24 on the Julian calendar, which is 13 days behind our Gregorian calendar.
The obvious question is why he would use a calendar no one uses today.
The Julian September 23 is our October 6, so some people will hold out hope through October 7.
There is no getting around the dead people problem. Talking to the dead is forbidden in both Judaism and Christianity, except for old semi-pagan churches like the Catholic Church. It’s for witches and sorcerers.
In the Old Testament, only one dead person spoke to a living person. It was Samuel. Saul conjured him up, and Samuel told him he was cursed for it. Some people say it wasn’t really Samuel, but the Bible clearly says it was Samuel, so God must have permitted Saul to talk to him on this special occasion.
There is no example of a dead person talking to a living person in the New Testament. Elijah and Moses appeared with Yeshua, but they didn’t talk to anyone else. Resurrected people talked to the living, but they were alive.
In the Bible, God spoke to human beings through Yeshua and the Holy Spirit. I think there is also at least one example of a person visiting the throne room in heaven, meaning Yahweh spoke to him. I am not a great Bible scholar. Anyway, God spoke to people as Yahweh, the Holy Spirit, and Yeshua. As the Holy Spirit, he often spoke through living men. He also spoke to people through angels.
With the likely exception of the Samuel incident, which is something no one should ever try to copy, there is no example of God sending a dead person to talk to the living.
If God were speaking to the young man in the video, he would simply tell him his dad’s siblings needed intercession in order to be saved. He would not involve his grandfather. That would make no sense.
God didn’t tell the young man the rapture was coming on September 23 or 24 on any calendar. He didn’t give him a message from his grandfather. The information in the video came from somewhere else, and the whole video should be dismissed.
In comments below the video, Christians are oohing and ahhing in agreement. We have a terrible culture of gullibility, which is not faith. We try so hard to believe, we get used to accepting whatever we hear that seems to be positive for the kingdom. We swallow a lot of garbage. This leads to disaster for many of us.
Today, I see heathens gloating on the web, saying MAGA Christians are crying like babies because the rapture didn’t come this week. I don’t know if this is true; I haven’t checked. I didn’t know September 2025 rapture predictions were widespread, so I am behind the curve.
I have nothing but empathy for anyone who cries because the rapture hasn’t come. It seems like a rational response.
Although the video was not from God, it did contain some interesting information.
The video says that when Yeshua said people would not know the day or hour of his return, he was quoting past Jews who were talking about Rosh Hashanah, which is the Jewish holiday that started on September 23. It’s the day the Jewish new year starts.
I decided to look this up, since there is a lot of unvetted garbage out there regarding Judaism’s connection to Christianity.
It turns out there is something to it. Rosh Hashanah is one of the Jewish special days that starts on a new moon. Deep in the past, Jews did not assume the new moon was out there because astronomical charts predicted it. They didn’t go ahead with new moon festivities until two witnesses testified that they had seen the new moon.
This may be wrong, but: the web says the current Jewish calendar, which is very good, didn’t exist until a millennium and a half ago, and this is why they had to eyeball the moon.
Because the moon was sometimes covered by clouds, and clouds can last a while, the beginning of the new year could be moved back quite a bit, meaning it wasn’t just the hour, but the day, which was not certain.
Is this all correct? Do your own Googling and see what you think.
The idea that the date and hour were uncertain seems to be solid, but not so, claims that Yeshua was quoting well-known Jewish wisdom when he said, “But of that day and hour knoweth no man, no, not the angels of heaven, but my Father only.” This may be a Christian embellishment.
The video also says something about Jewish weddings and abductions. The idea is that ancient Jews used to hold mock abductions at weddings, grabbing the brides and carrying them off to the ceremonies or something.
This appears to be fiction. Maybe someone can find proof that doesn’t come from a Christian source.
It makes the rapture look more plausible, because the rapture is Yeshua, grabbing his bride and taking him away with her. It is understandable that Christians will little regard for the truth would make something like this up. Christians have promoted enough lies to fill encyclopedias. They made up the saints, the immaculate conception, the rosary, original sin, baby-baptism, and the Seventh-Day Adventist rules against pork and shrimp.
No bacon-wrapped shrimp! Now that’s a sacrifice.
While I am sure the September 23-24 theory is wrong, because here I am, I have to say that I saw another September rapture video that was not as easily debunked. A lady who sounds like she is from Australia says her autistic son spelled out prophecies on a letterboard and told her he had seen her aborted daughter in heaven. She says he didn’t know she had had an abortion. She says he named the man who raised her and said he was in heaven. She says the boy couldn’t have known about him.
She does not call for a September 23-24 rapture. She says God clearly told her son “September 2025.” I’m assuming that’s Gregorian.
It would be impressive, if true, and for all I know, it is. But she could be making it up.
Here’s a great lesson for you: you can’t “read people.” You can’t tell whether people are lying or not. If you think you can, you’re delusional. The world is full of people who know exactly how to act to make others believe them and give them sympathy. Only the Holy Spirit can read people for you.
The lady in the video seems open, honest, and brave. She says things that tug at your heartstrings. Well, if I were a bored psychopathic liar in love with attention, I would look for ways to seem just as credible and sympathetic as she does. It’s not that hard. If it were, there wouldn’t be hundreds of millions of people doing it.
This lady could be a AI creation for all I know. I can’t find the original location of her video, or any other videos she created, anywhere.
I would be very happy if my family and I were taken this month. I don’t think we’re going anywhere on October 6 or 7, but if we do, it will ruin future October 7ths for Islamists everywhere.
I don’t think anyone can specify a date. I think what Yeshua said about days and yours probably still holds true, although it’s not certain. He fully expects us to know the time of the rapture, but it’s not clear how accurate he wants us to be. I think it’s reasonable to think we could be told the month when he will come.
I’m not worried about being wrong about any of this, because I know of no requirement that you believe in the rapture in order to be included.
I am ready to go. This place is getting crazier by the second. It looks like Candace Owens is now surpassing Hitler in her ravings about Jews.
Owens is an excellent barometer. The more approval she gets, the crazier our country must be.
As far as I know, Hitler thought Jews were immoral, subhuman parasites whose disloyalty (not the Kaiser’s obvious incompetence) caused Germany to lose World War I. What a terrible thing to do, if true. How wonderful Europe would be with Germans running it (sarcasm). As of right now, they’re just funding it.
Owens now says Israel is a “demonic nation.” Hitler didn’t go that far, unless my knowledge of history is even spottier than I think it is.
I can’t believe I live in an America where a crazy woman can blather blatantly, patently, shamelessly antisemitic lies, not be censored or fired, and get richer every day! Could this have happened even in 2015?
Most political commentators are silly, but Owens is genuinely dangerous. She is moving us toward an America where pogroms are everyday activities. Where will Jews go then? No idea. I don’t even know where I could go.
If the success of Candace Owens can happen, we can eventually have troops goose-stepping down Pennsylvania Avenue, saluting Fuhrer Carlson and Vice Fuhrer Owens as they pass the White House. No delusion is beyond us now. We could hold fair elections and put a fox terrier in the Oval Office.
Owens is a self-debunking liar. She wants us to think Israel killed Charlie Kirk because he was turning against Israel, which he was not, but she is much worse than she wants us to think he was, and Israel hasn’t had her killed. She thinks Jews control the media, but they haven’t shut down her horrendous podcast.
I’m genuinely sorry the rapture didn’t come. Take comfort in the knowledge that we won’t be here forever.
Welcome to Nonbinary Day Care, Little Tyler Routh Mangione
My baby son grew up this week. He is now 47.
Three big things have happened.
1. His crawl speed has increased by about 300%.
2. He tried to climb up our stairs.
3. We are pretty sure he was trying to say “Dad” in the car yesterday.
All of this took place over about two days. I don’t know what’s with this kid.
Yesterday, I planned to have a pleasant day of testing country ham and procrastinating, but I had to go to Walmart get a baby gate and a real playpen. It couldn’t wait until today.
The crawling thing was a shock. I used to be able to put him on the floor and come back and find him pretty close to the same location. Now we get–literally–two seconds before he drops the clutch and crawls completely out of the room. For the first time, if he is on the loose, we may not know where he is.
When we’re on the bed together, I have to grab one foot of his romper and hold it, because he may launch himself like a Trident missile to get at the stuff on my night table. He may also launch himself over the side completely, head first.
There is no warning at all when he takes off. Suddenly, he’s somewhere else.
I don’t know how anyone can crawl quickly. It’s hard on the limbs.
When I hold him by his romper, he keeps groaning and straining. He never looks back to see what the problem is.
My wife found him at the bottom of the rec room stairs, pawing at things I had left on them because I was too lazy to move them all the way to the second story. She had to move everything away from him.
Now when I receive .22 ammunition to try out, I’ll have to take it all the way to the storage room. Otherwise, he’ll turn himself into a human magazine.
On the way home from the trip to get the gate and playpen, he started saying, “Da da da da da da DA!” I have been trying to teach him to say “Dad.” I touch my chest and say, “Dad! Dad! Dad! Dad!” He thinks it’s wonderful. It appears he is trying to imitate me.
My wife says she thinks it’s great because she’s a patriarchist.
If only a feminist would come, deprogram her, and save her from happiness. She, too, could have 7 cats named after famous socialists and witches, an apartment all to herself and a fatherless son, dated Seventies rainbow hair, and a bellyful of Zoloft, Klonopin, semaglutide, and fattening bagged organic snacks from Trader Joe’s.
Putting a gate on the rec room stairs may be hard because we have a high baseboard. I bought something anyway, and I’ll see if it fits.
Playpens are now called “playards.” It’s not a real word, it makes no sense, and it looks stupid. When I saw it, I smelled wokitude.
Turns out I was right. Evidently, suggesting a child can be put in a pen is non-woke, microaggressive, and extremely hurtful. In the view of utter pinheads.
A playpen is nothing like a yard.
I call it what it is: a playpen. I will always call it that unless I can come up with something that invokes colonialism and manspreading.
Why do young people have to opt for idiocy every time? Is there anything millennials can’t ruin?
We already had a playpen for him, but it was no good, because it wasn’t a real playpen. It was a bassinet. The mattress can be lowered close to the floor, so that supposedly makes it a playpen. No; it’s just a weird bassinet. It’s small, and he can’t be expected to learn to walk on a foam pad.
I wonder when they’re going to come up with a new word for “diaper.” Maybe “pooyard.”
“I was chestfeeding little Lenin Snoqualmie when I realized zhey needed a fresh, sustainable, gender-neutral, tuck-friendly, soy fiber pooyard.”
This brings me to disturbing woke baby names. My buddy Mike already has granddaughters named Fern and Wren. I am not kidding. A boy is on the way. This was Mike’s chance for a normal name.
I won’t give you time to brace. They chose “Oak.”
Fern, Wren, and Oak. Where is Christopher Robin?
I almost miss the days when all liberals named their kids Dylan.
Oak isn’t a name. I don’t care if there have been people named Oak. There have been people named Raspberry and Osprey. Doesn’t mean these are real names.
Here is his future:
1. “Could you repeat that for me? Again?”
2. “Class, I thought I told you to stop throwing Oak on the ant pile.”
3. “Is it okay if I call you by your middle name?”
4. “Honey, I’m just not comfortable with ‘Oak, Junior.’ Let’s pick something else.”
I hope he’s big and strong, because he will need to be. A boy named Oak.
They gave him three names plus a surname, and only one is normal. Unfortunately, the normal name is sexually ambiguous. By design? Wouldn’t surprise me.
You have to give a kid an escape hatch unless you like putting cold washcloths on black eyes.
It was predictable that they wouldn’t consider “Michael,” even after all the things Mike has done for them and paid for. It fits in perfectly with all the things I have heard about them.
My understanding is that his son is a very smart and talented young man and an extremely conscientious and dedicated father. Mike says he is very concerned about morality and tries to improve himself. He appears to have a blind spot in one area, though.
Seems like an undeserved slap in the face to me, but what do I know? Mike would have been on cloud nine, but never mind. I would have loved to hear they named the baby after him.
I would have given my son my dad’s name, but because of my dysfunctional upbringing, hearing it makes my blood pressure spike. It’s like I’m a baby sparrow in the nest, and my dad’s name is the shadow of a hawk flying over. I gave my son my grandfather’s name, and I told my wife we should give the next one her dad’s name.
She rejected that, however, because he did not behave all that well in life. She has demoted him to middle-name status.
Christians name children to honor older people they know, or Biblical figures. Leftists name children to one-up other leftist parents.
Leftist 1: Our son has an Algonquin Indian name.
Leftist 2: Be better. My unassigned offspring has a sub-Saharan click-language name.
Leftist 3: How 2020 of both of you. We chose “Sinwar Bud Light Luigi.”
Is the last-names-first fad over with? Are leftists still naming their daughters awful things like Wilson and Flannery?
I am not in love with my first name, but it’s not bad, and at least it’s a name. It’s much more dignified than I am, so that’s a win.
“Tyler” is probably trending among leftists right now.
I think I should take a page from an old Bloom County strip and name a son Trump T. Trump. Or Reagan T. Trump.
It’s startling to see a baby make sudden leaps in development. Of course, it’s encouraging, but it also reminds me he will only be a baby once. When babyhood is gone, it’s gone. It has to be savored while it lasts.
We will try to teach him to have a little gratitude and respect instead of criticizing and putting us on trial every day of his adult life while expecting us to support him and do things for him well into his thirties. I hope it works, because I have seen what happens when it doesn’t.
Things are just about ideal here. My son is a joy. My wife and I love each other; we are more like parts of each other than separate beings. God’s presence comes to us over and over. Our area is peaceful. We lack for nothing.
Everyone was miserable back in 2020, but we both loved it. Then we found each other in 2021, and while a lot of people were worrying and being held prisoner in their own homes by Democrat governors, we were having long video calls, praying together, getting married on Zoom, and flying to exotic destinations to be with each other. Every year has been better than the last. As happy as we were with just each other, we are even happier now that we have a baby, and we expect every new baby to make us happier still.
God keeps giving us correction, and I believe anyone who keeps receiving and applying his correction will find that his life gets more pleasant as years pass. I am optimistic because I have a loving benefactor who is patient, eager to bless, and slow to punish. He has been right about everything.
Today we will be taking the baby to the dermatologist for a followup, and then we plan to go to our favorite restaurant: Costco. We hope to be home when the anniversary ring I bought my wife comes back from being resized.
If you’re not happy, keep asking God to tell what you’re doing wrong. It worked for the ancient Jews, and it is certainly working for us. God loves you as much as anyone else, so he is ready to start when you are.
Yesterday I wrote about a startling and disappointing spam text I received from Erika Kirk, and I was very critical. Some people have questioned the legitimacy of the text, suggesting I fell for a scam.
I didn’t. I will teach you a few things.
The text is from Turning Point, and it links to their official donation site. The language in the text is repeated on that site word for word.
Anedot is TPUSA’s official donation processor. Go to TPUSA’s site, click a donation link, and see for yourself.
I didn’t just fall off the turnip truck. I don’t believe everything I see on the web or in texts or emails. I never click on links I can’t verify. I have never bought a timeshare. I don’t fall for organic food. I have never wired money to a Nigerian. I have never paid a gypsy to put “leftover” blacktop on my driveway. I don’t follow the Omaha Steaks people back to their trucks. I haven’t left a tooth under my pillow in around 60 years. I know the difference between “made with real cheese” and “uses only 100% real cheese.” I have never responded to an infomercial. I would never get a reverse mortgage. I have never even considered getting a Herbalife franchise. It doesn’t scare me at all when a guy with an Indian accent calls and claims he’s with the IRS. When I receive envelopes with warnings saying things like, “OFFICIAL COMMUNICATION! OPEN IMMEDIATELY!”, I throw them out without opening them. I have never put my Social Security number in an email or spoken it over the phone. I don’t buy anything endorsed by Oprah Winfrey or Shark Tank. I don’t answer misspelled emails thanking me for huge purchases I never made. I have never paid anyone money because they sent me an email claiming they turned my webcam on and filmed me watching porn. I will never pay anyone to clean my air conditioning ducts. I don’t take methylene blue. I don’t believe a mediocre old socialist in Rome, elected by homosexuals, is even dimly acquainted with Yeshua or can send anyone to hell. I don’t open mail from companies offering to buy my house for half the market price. I don’t buy extended warranties except in rare cases. I don’t tip on tax. I don’t believe racking a pump shotgun will scare a burglar off. I don’t trust AR-15’s. I don’t believe Brigitte Macron is a man. I am positive Barack Obama was born in Hawaii, and I know for a fact Charlie Kirk was not bumped off by Israel.
I have made some real sucker moves in my life. I gave money to Robert Tilton, and I also dated a Brazilian who told me she would never date a Brazilian and gave me solid reasons. But I have checked this spam text out, and it’s the real thing.
As long as I’m in a lecturing mood, I want to comment on something more personal. I had an epiphany this morning.
Once I got past a certain age, older women started paying attention to me. I was never attracted to them. No apology. You don’t apologize for things like that. It’s like apologizing for not liking yogurt. It’s not something that results from a choice.
Who insists women apologize for their preferences? No one. Feminists think Brigitte Macron is practically a deity.
She put an end to the Macron line. Emmanuel Macron will never reproduce unless his wife leaves the picture and he finds himself someone who can still have kids. She deprived him of a great deal.
She’s a bit of a husband-beater, so she and Macron may part ways. If that happens and he goes on to have kids with someone young, feminists will probably cruficy him.
I have also turned down women of childbearing age, not just in recent years, but when I was young. It would be crazy to apologize for that. You don’t marry people you don’t want. It’s wrong, and it leads to misery. I don’t owe marriage to anyone. I am under no obligation as a Christian to save women from their problems, even if they’re nice single women.
Marriage isn’t musical chairs. You don’t leap for the only remaining option just because there is no choice. There is always a choice. It’s called bachelorhood. It worked for Paul. It worked for Boaz until the time was right.
I never felt I should marry someone because I was old myself and should be grateful anyone would have me. That would have been pathetic. A Japanese robot would be an order of magnitude less pathetic. At least I wouldn’t be using another human being. I would be objectifying an object.
I was completely prepared to remain single until I died. That was better than burdening myself with the human equivalent of chopped liver and burdening a woman with a man who only stayed with her out of duty.
More than one older lady tried to turn other people against me. Women will do that. If you reject a woman, she may go to your common friends, and they may conspire and decide you’re a wicked person for not wanting ONE woman out of 4 billion. A cousin of mine broke up with a girl in high school, and other girls in his small town decided no one else should date him.
I’m sure some were willing to jump in and undermine her, though.
It’s gaslighting. The victim is the problem. If the victim agrees to be victimized, everything will be as it should be. Take one for the team. The other team.
Today I was lying in bed, and I looked at my son. His crib is between our bed and a sliding glass door. He was standing in the sunshine, in his romper, eagerly awaiting his day with us. He seemed to glow with innocence and love. My own love poured out toward him, as always.
Suddenly I had a realization: this is what irrational, selfish older women wanted to keep me from having. Maybe they never articulated it to themselves, but this is what they offered me: life without my beautiful son and whatever siblings God might provide later. Life without any hope of a grandchild.
In exchange for that, I would get to pay someone’s bills and maybe the bills of their kids and relations, and I would get to lie next to someone who was as attractive and who brought me as much pleasure as another old man.
No; I won’t say that. Women are difficult; they even find each other difficult. Men are easy to get along with, and we share interests. It would be much better to share a house with another man than a woman I didn’t want. We could shoot together. We could do metalworking. We could smoke ribs and make beer. We would be happy with crummy furniture and doing small engine repairs on the kitchen table.
Two Oscars and no Felix.
No woman ever thought, “I want to make sure he never has kids.” Surely. But every woman who can’t or won’t have babies knows this is the sentence she imposes on potential husbands. A considerate person would have thought about that, and she would have backed off and encouraged me to find someone suitable. I was willing to die a bachelor, but if married, I wanted to have children.
If I had given in to the pressure, which was never even a remote possibility, I wouldn’t be waking up every day bathed in the presence and love of my very own family. I wouldn’t get to hold my baby son and kiss him. I wouldn’t get to pray for him and speak blessings over him.
My phone wouldn’t be jammed with pictures of my wife and son. My boy fresh from delivery. My boy swaddled in the bassinet. Taking his first trip to Home Depot. Being bathed by my wife in the utility sink. Going to his first restaurant. Sitting up by himself. Crawling. Standing up while holding a chair leg. Sitting in a grocery cart outside Costco while my wife beams with joy.
I’m sorry life doesn’t work out for everyone. My own life was a disappointing mess until I was well into middle age, so I know how it feels. Doesn’t mean I’m the catcher in the rye for every woman who is in the same boat. I can’t do it, and it would be wrong to do it. Your problems are not my fault. They’re your fault.
Choosing the wife I did doesn’t make me immature, insecure, a fetishist, selfish, gullible, domineering, or unwilling to face reality. I chose a magnificent helper, and we could not love our baby more. You know all those miserable couples on Facebook who post glowing entries about their wonderful lives together? That’s not us. Our lives really are wonderful, thanks to our patient, forgiving, generous, reliable father.
There are a lot of women out there who don’t think at all about the welfare of their potential husbands. Gimme, gimme, gimme. Save me. Save my kids. Serve a man’s proper purpose. You should love me because I want you, or, worse, because I need you.
Actual love is not selfish.
I used to pray for God to give me someone to pour myself out for. Like most husbands and fathers, I take pleasure in sacrificing for my wife and child. I didn’t say, “Please make her rich. Give her a nice car. Give me a warm body so I don’t feel lonely at night. Make her good at fixing our house and vehicles. Send me someone to solve the problems I caused.”
I’m not a good person, but I genuinely wanted to give of myself. I didn’t pray for God to send me someone who would make sacrifices for me. I wasn’t like a Titanic survivor pleading for God to send me a piece of floating wreckage I could cling to until a ship came along.
A man should sacrifice for his family, but a woman shouldn’t pray for God to send her someone to sacrifice for her. She should pray for someone to whom she can be a good helper. A woman should be a good helper, but a man should pray for God to send him someone to make sacrifices for.
And she should be someone he actually wants.
I apologize for nothing except dating people who could never have been good Christian wives. That was unfair to them. I don’t apologize for rejecting anyone, and I don’t feel even the tiniest trace of resentment toward women who rejected me. They were right. The ones who rejected me when I was young dodged a bullet.
If you’re a female troll, and you think I’m still a bullet, all I can say is, my wife sees me very, very differently.
My son is on the floor at my feet, moving the end table around and grabbing my leg while I type. He coos and grunts with pleasure. He explains what he’s doing with incomprehensible babble. What did I ever do to deserve to be so blessed? Nothing.
This is what some women thought I should give up on and do without, forever, so I could give them everything and get precious little back. If anyone should be ashamed, it’s not me.
Don’t marry the wrong person. It is literally worse than cancer. Get to know the Holy Spirit. Pray in tongues. Beg God to clean you up for marriage, and ask him to send you the right person.
I got a spam email today, addressing me by my first name. That always annoys me. It is never proper to address a grown stranger by his first name. It is insulting, because it’s a transparent trick intended to foster a false sense of intimacy. It doesn’t work on me. It offends me, because I hate two things: having my intelligence insulted, and being manipulated.
I’ll post the text.
Charlie loved witnessing excellence.
It’s why he loved sports so much.
He loved watching the best of the best perform at the level of greatness God intended for them.
[Insert your first name here.], that’s why this photo…
One of the very last photos ever taken of Charlie…
Took the breath right out of my chest. Because I know that look…
I fell in love with that look. He’s in athlete mode. Locked in. Dialed. Focused. Just Charlie. In his element.
And now, this image is permanently etched in time, held in my heart, as I admire his greatness.
Forever.
[Insert your first name here.], this is a message I never imagined I’d write.
You knew Charlie’s voice…
But I knew his heart.
That’s the story I want you to know – and the man I want you to remember: turnpt-usa.com/6etCd_ZXd
-Erika Kirk
Reply STOP to end
I am old-fashioned by 2025 standards. By the standards of my grandparents, I am practically a savage, but in 2025, I look like Emily Post. Am I wrong to be old-fashioned? Putting it gently in view of the time frame, I am unfavorably impressed by this text.
Charlie Kirk’s body is in a coffin somewhere, still above ground. It has been 13 days since he died. Now his wife’s company is sending me seemingly-ghostwritten texts in her name, trying to get me to sponsor her career as a political pundit.
If I had a friend who was poor, and he died, and I knew his family needed money to get them through the months following his death, I would be thrilled to help. I wouldn’t be upset if the widow came right out and asked me. I would offer before she could do that. But this is a rich woman with many, many millionaire and billionaire contacts, and I am being asked not for help making ends meet, but for help advancing her media career.
Worse, I could be helping the dangerous antisemite Tucker Carlson, who seems to be jockeying for Kirk’s job. That would feel like sponsoring Josef Goebbels.
There is no way she wrote this. Not by herself, anyway. It has the smell of professional copywriters all over it. I think a company that does fundraising for a lot of outfits wrote this. It reads exactly like the computer-generated letters I used to get many years ago, before I realized prosperity preachers were the among the lowest creatures on Earth.
“[Insert your first name here.]: MY WIFE DEONDRIANNA AND OUR CHILDREN JAYDEN, HAYDEN, PAYDEN, AIDAN, PEYTON, ASHLEY, ASHLYNNE, MICKAYLA, BRAYDEN AND I HAVE BEEN WEEPING OVER YOUR FINANCIAL SITUATION! OUR HEARTS ACHE OVER YOUR LACK! JESUS WOKE US IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT AND TOLD US TO PRAY FOR YOU AND LET YOU KNOW THAT IF YOU WOULD JUST SEND US YOUR BEST POSSIBLE SEED GIFT OVER $250…”
I think TPUSA does wonderful work. It’s well worth supporting if you’re the kind of person who gives money to political causes. I’m not that kind of person, and I haven’t been since Bush I was running, but if you are, I can’t think of a better political cause than this. But this is not the way to go about getting donations. This is fodder for Charlie Kirk’s leftist critics.
Now that I think about it, I may have given Trump $25 in the process of buying a hat and a shirt, but I can’t recall.
I say it was spam because it was. It was an unsolicited and unwelcome fundraising pitch, sent to a random person with no previous communication.
I have never had anything to do with TPUSA. I saw very little of Kirk’s work. He did not inspire or influence me. I didn’t subscribe to his Youtube channel. If Charlie Kirk had spoken next door, I wouldn’t have gone, because his bag was not my bag, and I hate crowds. I’m glad he did it, just as I am glad there are people who become morticians, accountants, and septic tank pumpers, but I don’t want to be part of it.
I never signed up for a mailing list or gave anyone any indication whatsoever that I was interested in TPUSA. I have been blogging for 24 years, and prior to his assassination, I have mentioned Charlie Kirk precisely once.
I didn’t give them my number, so I know they got it without my consent. They bought it, or some other political corporation gave it to them in an underhanded, rude, and thoughtless way.
Some of Alex’s rich friends came by to pay their respects, and Rich Wilkerson saw his plan coming together. He asked for a cash offering. To help Alex’s family.
No, he didn’t. You knew I wasn’t headed that way. He asked for a cash offering to go to his own “charity,” from which he personally drew funds. A charity which did nearly nothing for anyone not named Wilkerson.
It was ghastly.
I can’t help thinking of it now.
The folks at TPUSA need money, so they ask for it. That’s fine, but they should not spam innocent people, and this is not the proper time to send out emails in his widow’s name. I don’t think they should be using this kind of emotional appeal, either. It seems very inappropriate to me. There is a lot more of it on the page the text links to. Maybe it’s sincere, but I just don’t feel it, and anyway, I did not know these people.
They could have said, “People funded TPUSA largely because they knew they were supporting the work of Charlie Kirk. Now that he is gone, we need your help more than ever. Please consider sending a generous donation while we recover from this tremendous loss.” And they could have refrained from spamming.
You know what? I’ll post the link they sent me. Go ahead and donate if you like. I think TPUSA was fueled by Charlie Kirk, and I expect it to dry up and vanish like The Daily Wire without Ben Shapiro, but maybe I’m wrong. Maybe lightning will strike twice in the same place, and they’ll find someone who can do what Charlie Kirk did. Make up your own mind.
I don’t think this disturbing spam necessarily justifies abandoning what is fundamentally a good cause. I’m just put off by the tone-deaf approach. I now have a sour opinion of the character of the people involved.
As you will see, suggested-donation buttons range from $25 to $100,000. Seems bold to me. Maybe, for the first time in 24 years, I should put donation buttons on this blog and suggest amounts ranging from $10,000 to two billion dollars.
Of course, the link they sent has tracking code in it to show where it came from, so I guess they have already tracked me and realized I went to the site. I guess I can expect more spam now that there is blood in the water. I stripped that code out in the link above, not that it matters, since it would have led back to me, not you.
I guess people will be mad at me now. But as many people have said, being offended doesn’t make you right. Kirk himself said that, although it was not his original thought. I used to say it before I had ever heard of him, and you probably said it, too.
When Martin Luther King died, people in his penumbra used his death as a catapult to launch themselves into similarly powerful and lucrative careers. They wanted to replace him, not because they cared about black people, but because he had a really good thing going, and a position someone else worked hard to build was suddenly vacant.
This is how we ended up with Jesse Jackson in our faces for 50 years. A reverend in title only, non-Christian Jackson told all sorts of lies about his closeness to King. He claimed he held King as he died, which was a lie, and he appeared on The Today Show wearing a shirt he claimed was stained with King’s blood.
King was not a Christian, which is strange, since he used the title “Reverend.” He denied essential tenets of Christianity, including the resurrection, without which there is no Christianity. He was a pervert, and he degraded his wife by participating in orgies. One of his best friends said King physically attacked a woman who commented on his mass adultery.
He was not a great guy or any kind of minister, but as a political figure, he was a powerful agent in the battle to see to it minority members’ civil rights were not denied. His accomplishments were 100% political and 0% Christian.
Nonetheless, many people insist he was a great Christian and a valid Christian martyr.
Now we have our own MLK; the late Charlie Kirk. He appears to have been a much better person than King. He didn’t chase or hit women. He wasn’t a closet boozer. He was a very, very serious family man. I have never seen any evidence at all that he was a hypocrite like King.
This is all wonderful. He seems to have been a fantastic human being. I think he was very sincere, although I have been fooled before. He was definitely ambitious and dedicated to self-promotion, but I believe he truly cared about America.
The thing that disappoints me is that he is suddenly being promoted as a new Stephen. A holy man the likes of whom have not been seen since the first century.
Worse, like King, unless I’m mistaken, his memory is being used by morally inferior people to accelerate their own careers. Notably, the notorious antisemites Candace Owens and Tucker Carlson.
You can’t be antisemitic and be a good Christian, any more than you can be a socialist and be a good Christian. It is not possible. The New Testament warns us against antisemitism, every one of the Bible’s books is believed to have been written by Jews, and Yeshua himself was, and remains, a Jew.
Owens claims it is not possible to be a Jew and believe in Yeshua, which makes you wonder if she has ever heard of Yeshua, his disciples, Paul, or any of the other Jewish believers named in the Bible. None of them ever renounced Judaism.
She must think Yeshua doesn’t believe in himself.
Owens is pretty smart. She is not “brilliant,” as Megyn Kelly mystifyingly asserts. She’s no Ann Coulter, not that I endorse Coulter. Owens is aggressive and wildly overconfident, and she loves to argue, but she is not a real thinker.
Kelly seems to have a hangup about feminism, so maybe that’s why she imputes brilliance to a woman who does not show any signs of possessing it. Anyway, Owens is smart, but she is also ignorant, and not just a little.
As proof of her shocking ignorance, let me point to her wacky dispute with Bill Maher. Maher told her we know, for a fact, that people walked on the moon, and she expressed doubt.
Anyone can go witness a Spacex launch. Anyone can look up and see satellites. The International Space Station can be seen with binoculars.
Starlink exists, and there are no cables connecting millions of rural homes to it. There are no giant towers hiding in plain sight, shooting Starlink signals to homes. The data comes from outer space. These are indisputable facts. Spacecraft exist.
The moon is not that far away; it’s about 30 earth diameters off, or roughly (roughly, nerds) 250,000 miles. There is no wind resistance in space. It’s not that hard to make an object in space move at an average speed of thousands of miles per hour. We can send things to the moon in a long weekend. If we can send things, we can send people.
She had to ask Maher if more than one person had been to the moon. This is like asking if more than one person has been to New York.
The Washington Post’s motto is “Democracy Dies in Darkness.” I would say this: antisemitism grows in darkness, just like leftism. The more ignorant you are, the more antisemitism appeals to you.
No American over the age of 7 has an excuse for not knowing astronauts went to the moon. What else doesn’t she know?
Owens later claimed she was joking with Maher, but she’s a liar. Watch the video yourself some day. She was dead serious.
Owens is so eccentric, she devotes a huge amount of energy to proving the wife of the Prime Minister of France is a man. She bet Piers Morgan $300,000 she was right. Now she’s being sued by the Macrons, and in order to shake Owens off her ankle, poor Madame Macron is going to have to show a court her private parts.
I hope she can write a check for $300,000 without selling anything or borrowing money, because I don’t think Morgan will let her off the hook.
She says she told Charlie Kirk he was too smart to be a protestant. She chose a religion whose adherents quite literally pray to dead people and statues; a religion known to have created the “saint” cult in order to get pagans to join, and she thinks protestants are dumb.
She has written books. Has she ever read one?
Interesting fact: Charlie Kirk’s denomination, Calvary Chapel, is not a Protestant sect. That’s their official position.
Carlson is just gross. If you look into the details of his firing, and that of his cronies, you will not be impressed. The picture the details paint is one of a bunch of smirking, semi-bright frat boys whose mental development stopped when they were 14.
According to a former Fox employee who sued over Carlson’s behavior, Carlson and his dudebros had sexually-suggestive posters on their office walls. Posters? Aren’t those for high school kids and mechanics?
Carlson was allowed to host Kirk’s show the other day, which suggests he is making a grab for the bloody mantle. I wonder if he paid for the privilege.
I saw him talking to a couple of Kirk underlings. They had the audacity to talk about Yeshua and revival while buddying up to an enemy of the Jewish people. One of them made it seem like Kirk’s death was going to be the springboard for a huge revival.
It’s a springboard, all right, but not for revival. Not with people like Tucker Carlson jockeying for pope status.
I remember when Andrew Breitbart. I knew things about him, which I heard from an insider. He was a sleaze. I don’t think he had any principles at all. He helped Arianna Huffington start The Huffington Post, and then he turned around and started his own parasitic link page that fed off Drudge. That turned into Breitbart.com.
I think he would have been perfectly happy to run MSNBC or Mother Jones as long as the checks were good. I have no reason to think he was a conservative.
After Breitbart died, people eulogized him and played up their relationships to him. They tried to make him look like the fourth member of the Trinity. He was a sleaze, period. And he called me “evil” for being right about Pajamas Media.
Kirk was no sleaze, but people are using his death to beatify him in the eyes of the public, so they can cash in on their dubious proximity to him.
It wouldn’t bother me if they only praised him for his secular virtues, but they’re making him sound like Yeshua himself.
He didn’t heal anyone. He didn’t prophesy. He didn’t work miracles. He didn’t lay hands on people so they could receive the baptism with the Holy Spirit. He belonged to a weak denomination that keeps the Holy Spirit on the bench in order to avoid offending Christians who are heading in the wrong direction.
Try and find a video of him preaching. I couldn’t find a single one. I can’t find an essay about his walk with God.
If Christianity is the center of your life, and you have a monstrously-large public platform, how can you not write about your life with the Holy Spirit?
According to the Bible, Christians are supposed to have testimony, and, “Jesus changed my life,” doesn’t qualify.
He did a very secular job, and he relied on the non-Christian tools of hard work, self-promotion, and self-confidence. Fine. Lots of people have done similar things. Mike Lindell, for example. Donald Trump. Famous Amos. Susan Powter. It’s impressive. But it’s not ministry or anything likely to lead to real revival. Talking about Yeshua in between short debates with confused, hungover college students who take the Cliff’s Notes/Candace Owens approach to life and smell like bong water is not an exemplary ministry.
No one ever said, “I am on fire for God, and I absolutely have to drive across America to a Charlie Kirk appearance so I can be filled with the Holy Spirit and do what Peter and Paul did.”
He formed TPUSA Faith, not to turn Republicans to Yeshua, but to turn Christians to the Republican party.
People went to his appearances to see him own the libs. No one would have gone if he had done nothing but talk about Yeshua.
He’s not going to be replaced. Not by any of the usual hacks, at least. Owens is too crazy, angry, arrogant, and ignorant. Carlson isn’t very smart, he has the opposite of charisma, and like Owens, he will have a hard time wooing people who aren’t borderline Nazis. Who else is out there right now? Nobody.
People are saying his widow will replace him. In order to do that, she would have to have his gifts. I watched her speak for a while, and although she seems like an intelligent and motivated person, I doubt she can do what her late husband did. If one rare phenomenon just happened to marry another, it would be quite a coincidence.
If I were her, I’d just try to arrange the inheritance so I could raise my kids and let someone else take the heat.
It would be sad if a large number of people mistook Kirk for a spiritual leader. Anyone who can’t tell the difference between a secular leader who is a Christian and a spiritual leader who also has political leanings is blind.
The Wonder Baby is nearly 8 months old. What should I say about him?
I suppose I should write about his personality.
He is possibly the funniest baby that ever lived. It seems like everything he does is funny, from screaming with joy for no apparent reason to breaking wind in my face when I’m trying to bond with him.
He puts everything in his mouth. He really loves charging cables and TV remotes. He puts live charging cables in his mouth and sucks on them. I tell people that’s why he has so much energy. I just ordered a new remote because after he got done chewing on the old one, it didn’t work.
He loves people. He makes eye contact with anyone who talks to him, and he smiles and giggles at them. He trusts everyone.
Enjoy that while it lasts, my son.
He sleeps between us, and he wakes up before we do. He stares at me and waits for me to wake up. When I snore, he thinks I’m talking to him, and it makes him happy.
He has learned to reach over and scratch my shoulder to wake me up.
He finds my attention overwhelming. When I look at him and talk to him, he opens his mouth in a big, toothless smile, and his whole face lights up. He gets so excited, he has to turn away and bury his face in his mom’s shoulder.
At some point during the last month, he decided he wanted to stand, so he grabs things and pulls himself to his feet. He can’t walk yet, but he loves standing, and he will do it for long periods.
He crawls a lot, and he takes off suddenly, so if we’re both on the bed, I have to hold onto a leg or something to keep him from launching himself over the side like a depth charge. He has started crawling out of the bedroom and into the hall.
He holds his own bottles, and he holds his sippy cup and drinks water from it. He’s a big eater. It seems like his mom is shoveling food into him all the time.
He eats and drinks ferociously. He gets very agitated when his bottle doesn’t come immediately, and he screams and cries. Then when he gets what he wants, he sucks like he just crawled out of the desert.
When he poops, he growls like an angry Rottweiler. He likes to poop at the table, during meals. We can pretty much count on hearing that growl when we sit down to eat. He also likes to poop when he sees Dad.
He adores his mother. Sometimes he gets very upset because she has left the room. He will stand in his crib, facing the door, and yell until she returns.
He can’t stop scratching his crotch. I keep telling him we’re not Italian, but he does it anyway. When I change his diaper and put zinc oxide on his crotch, he shoves both hands into it and smears it on other parts of his body. I try to restrain his hands, but it’s impossible.
He pulls his mother’s hair. He thinks it’s wonderful. He especially likes pulling it while she’s trying to sleep.
He likes putting his mouth on his parents and making gross noises. He thinks this is fantastic.
He screams when he’s happy, but he also screams when he’s upset, so sometimes we have to try to figure out which it is. Overall, he is a very happy baby.
He is fascinated by everything. He is extremely aware of his surroundings. He looks around constantly. If he sees that something interests us, he wants it. This is why he likes chewing on remotes and phones. He has a rubber baby remote, but he has figured out that it’s not the real thing, so he doesn’t have much interest in it.
We took him to Costco, where they have enormous ceiling fans around 15 feet across. We noticed he was leaning back in the cart, looking up, and my wife realized he was staring at the fans.
He thinks Costco ice cream is the best.
He hasn’t spoken any English yet, but he babbles in his own language all day. He talks to us, to himself, to the windows…he is not picky.
He likes being tickled, and he loves it when we rub his belly with our heads. He pulls our hair and shrieks with joy. He never gets tired of it.
He’s still very strong. The other day while I was in bed, I felt someone grab my arm and move it. I thought it was my wife, but it was him. His hands are thick and muscular. He has what millennials call “core strength.” When you hold him horizontally, he is as straight as a board.
He loves the shower. His shower is our utility sink, which has a special plastic seat and a sprayer on a hose. He loves having poop hosed off of him and being washed with hand soap. He likes lapping at the hot water as it comes out of the sprayer.
He takes things apart, so he is definitely male. He unscrewed a knob and removed it from a drawer. He has learned to remove rubber caps from doorstops, so we had to get baby-safe doorstops so he wouldn’t choke on the caps.
He gets tons of affection. He is with his mother most of the time, and she sings songs to him and holds him over her head. The “Changing Baby’s Diaper” song. The “Baby and his Mommy, They Love Each Other” song. There are others. He can’t get enough of this stuff.
I had to tell his mother he would like having his hair combed. I didn’t realize she didn’t know. It’s easy to run a comb through most types of Caucasian hair, but it doesn’t work for most Africans, so they have no idea how it feels. When I was little, my mother used to sit me down and comb my hair slowly, and I loved it. Now my son loves it. His hair is curly, but a comb will go through it.
This is a great tip for black parents of biracial kids.
We squeeze him and rub him and toss him around. He likes being thrown on the bed over and over. He’s a rough-and-tumble kid. He prefers being thrown around to being handled gently.
He likes making music. He has a little keyboard, and he likes to bang on it and stare at it.
He has a crew of stuffed animals that keep him company when we’re out and about. Mr. Bear. Mrs. Cow. Mr. Polar, the other bear. We have three Mrs. Cows because they get dirty and because we don’t always know where they are.
Mrs. Cow was originally Mr. Cow, but my wife changed her name because she was concerned about the consequences of misgendering.
I don’t know if women who don’t raise their own kids know what they’re missing. My wife wants to be with her son all the time. They’re always busy together. She shows him numbers. She takes him for walks and shows him the trees and birds. She puts little outfits on him. She shows him to her relatives on video chats. She sings her songs to him. He always wants more; he seems to think they are parts of one creature. The thought of getting a job is abhorrent to her, understandably.
It seems wrong to me, too. I can’t believe any woman would prefer a job to her own children. I think we are doing things the correct way.
We pray with him. I tell him Yeshua is God, and I tell him Yeshua loves him even more than we do. I speak blessings over him in the name of Yeshua.
We don’t work on Sundays any more. Sundays are for God and family.
Whatever his future holds, he will be better off than his mother and I. My mother rarely took my sister and me to church, and she taught us almost nothing about Yeshua. My dad either slept late or played golf on Sundays, and I never saw him pray until he was 87 years old and dying from dementia. I grew up in a house that was empty of purpose and hope, and we were all miserable. My son lives in a house of love and God’s favor.
He will be walking at talking soon, and that means we will be able to tell him about God.
I was going to go outside and remove the nasty old rocks around an unwanted flowerbed, but instead, I ordered country ham over the web and took the family to Costco for pizza. We actually like having dinner at Costco, and it runs us about 10 dollars.
I love country ham, but it has to be good. My grandmother used to cure her own hams back in Kentucky, and she aged them a couple of years, so they were magnificent. They were also fatter than today’s hams, so there was no lack of grease for gravy. If you go into a grocery store that sells country hams, you’re likely to end up with Smithfield or Clifty Farms, which are aged very little and lacking in flavor. Also, Smithfield ham smells a little bit like manure.
One of the pleasures of having a foreign wife is introducing her to American food. My wife loves barbecue, Ruth’s Chris, Lee’s Famous Fried Chicken, Dr. Pepper, and a number of other things, but she has been a little slow to embrace country ham.
A country ham is supposed to be fermented. The aroma is supposed to have a little funk to it, and when you slice the ham, you should have to scrape some mold off of it. It’s also supposed to be very, very salty. It’s supposed to contain enough salt to prevent harmful bacteria from growing. After all, country ham was invented in order to help people preserve pork so they had meat during the winter. People made it as a survival tool.
When my wife tried country ham, she did not think much of it, but I fried a piece yesterday, and she liked it. She keeps telling me she is becoming Americanized. She has quit eating the flavorless corn mush Zambians call nshima, for example.
A few years back, I ordered samples from several ham companies so I could compare them. Sadly, I failed to record the results of this important research, so I was forced to repeat it.
I used to order hams from a company called Gatton Farms, but they went out of business. After that, I uses Scott’s hams, but they tanked, too. This is why I needed to find a new source.
My second cousin Wade, who is now gone, liked Colonel Newsom’s hams, made in Princeton, Kentucky. He once told me walking into Newsom’s was like entering a shrine.
I’m sure he knew what he was talking about. Everyone from the hills knows a good ham when he tastes one, and it seems like no one else does. My grandparents and all of their daughters knew what a good ham tasted like. I know. But people on food websites make deplorable recommendations.
Newsom’s doesn’t use curing salt. Just table salt, brown sugar, and hickory smoke. My understanding is that curing salt speeds up the cure process. Personally, I have nothing against it, as long as the ham gets plenty of aging time in spite of it.
I have never had a Newsom’s ham. They are extremely expensive, and Gatton Farms and Scott’s made top-notch products for way less. I used to get a whole ham, sliced, bagged and shipped, for under $70. I couldn’t persuade myself to spend more for Newsom’s.
Yesterday I decided to make sure I wasn’t missing out. I ordered a whole Newsom’s ham. Life is short. When my wife saw me looking at the website, she increased my joy by suggesting I order sausage, too. She used to refuse American sausage. She’s coming around!
It wasn’t a cheap purchase, but it will be nice to find out whether these hams are as good as some people think they are.
I also ordered slices from Broadbent’s and Benton’s; two other famous ham companies. My hope is that they will turn out to be as good or better than Newsom’s. If so, I won’t have to pay Newsom prices in the future.
The important thing will be to record the results of the experiment. If I could remember what I thought of Broadbent’s and Benton’s the last time I compared them, I wouldn’t need to spend more money.
My wife was also critical of Southern-style collards, which I love. I boil them forever with ham hocks or neckbones or whatever other smoked pork products are available, and they are heavenly.
Zambians are like yankees. They barely cook their greens. Sure, they look nice, and they have a less-wilted texture some people like, but that slow-cooked flavor is not there. It’s a giant waste of potential.
Yankees always say Southerners turn vegetables into mush. They don’t know what slow-cooked vegetables are supposed to taste like, so they don’t know what they’re missing.
Now my wife says she loves Southern-style collards. We have been going to a place called Fat Boys BBQ, and they serve collards. They won her over.
Sadly, Newsom’s doesn’t slice hams, so I will have to do it myself or find a butcher who has a machine. I can vacuum-seal the slices, but the tedious job of slicing is mine. Another reason to root for the other two contenders.
I ordered the Newsom’s ham yesterday, and I ordered samples from Broadbent’s and Benton’s today. Feeling satisfied with my accomplishments, I forgot all about moving the rocks and told my wife we were going to Costco for dinner.
We drove down to Sumter County, to the Villages. This is an enormous retirement community. It’s as close to heaven as an old person can get without dying. There are all sorts of stores, restaurants, and golf courses, and the old people zip around the community in golf carts.
There is no Costco in our county. I belonged when I lived in Miami, but I had to quit when I moved here. Last month, the Costco in the Villages opened, so I renewed my membership.
The drive is very pleasant. It was relaxing. Lots of little farms. Oaks arching over the roads. You would never know you were in the same state as Florida Man or Miami’s aggressive hordes.
It was very different from our recent visit to Gainesville for P.F. Chang’s.
To get to Gainesville, you have to use I-75, which is crowded and full of pushy drivers. Florida’s population keeps growing, and the main roads have not kept up. The pushy drivers are from South Florida, along with some from Georgia. People here don’t act like that.
We visited Trader Joe’s, P.F. Chang’s, and Bass Pro, in that order.
Gainesville is in Alachua County. It’s where the University of Florida is located, so it’s full of miserable people. College students from other places. Angry, cynical leftist academics. On a visit prior to our last one, we saw two young men in prairie dresses and work boots. We ate at a restaurant where they gave us paper straws. What more do I have to tell you? But I will tell you more anyway.
Trader Joe’s was packed with leftists. Young college students; not the kind of people who build Charlie Kirk memorials. Old ones who looked like worn-out communists. Freaks by choice.
In the parking lot, people were driving aggressively to get as close to the door as they could. That never happens here.
The atmosphere was cold and unfriendly. I would even call it tense. People seemed rushed. I asked my wife what she thought of the people, and she told me she would tell me when we got outside.
When we take our baby out in our county, people always want to see him. They tell us how cute he is. They say they want to take him home. At Trader Joe’s, precisely one lady noticed him.
At Bass Pro, the atmosphere was completely different. It was peaceful. We felt calm. Everyone was friendly. We took our baby to see the aquarium, and he loved it. Other families were showing their little ones the fish.
Today, before we went into Costco, we checked out Fresh Market, an upscale grocery my wife hadn’t seen yet. The people were wonderful. Everyone wanted to see my son. They talked about how cute he was. The employees loved him. They spent a lot of time telling us about the store and ways to get deals.
At Costco, my wife occupied a table, and I went to pick up pizza and a chocolate sundae. While I was gone, the old man behind my wife turned around to talk to her about the baby. He noticed how aware he was of his surroundings.
We only bought three things, so we weren’t there long, but a number of people wanted to see the baby.
He smiled at people. He loves meeting them.
The drive home was just like the first drive. No hurry. The golden light of late afternoon. A baby full of ice cream.
We could be living among sour, furious University of Florida professors who frown to the point of injuring their faces over the existence of Christian and conservate students and their beloved president. We could be in Miami, being insulted and scammed by aggressive, rude illegal aliens. We are extremely blessed to be where we are, surrounded by warm, loving people. We are blessed to have had our priorities changed so we aren’t still mud-wrestling with people whose only pleasures in life are being unhappy and making others unhappy.
This morning, we watched videos about Singapore. We both said we wished we were there instead of in the US. As much as we love our area, Singapore has some big advantages. No one is killing Christians, or anyone else, there. The air isn’t filled with hatred.
We saw a video about the huge underground developments in Singapore. They are building a vast network of tunnels attached to their clean, safe, comfortable train system. I told my wife that if anyone tried to build something like that in the US, enraged hippies would glue themselves to the pavement and scream bloody murder.
I noted the difference between videos about Singapore’s trains and videos about American subways. American videos are about terrorism and other crimes. Black people shoving whites and Asians onto the tracks. Turnstile-jumpers. Ghetto kids terrorizing passengers, doing stupid dances and demanding to be paid. Gropers. Daniel Penney being prosecuted for saving strangers from a disgusting bully.
We loved the trains in Singapore, and also in Hong Kong, for that matter. So clean, safe, and pleasant. I went to college in New York, and I can’t tell you how strange it seems to me to go down into a subway system and not be immersed in the intense aroma of fermented pee.
I told my wife Singapore reminded me of the New Jerusalem, in the Revelation. A perfect city full of peaceful, well-intended, like-minded people. Maybe that’s why it appeals to us. In our spirits, we know we are supposed to live in a place like the New Jerusalem.
We have been to Egypt, Turkey, Ireland, Singapore, Hong Kong, Mexico, Switzerland, and Italy. After Israel, we both agree that we would rather go to Singapore a third time than revisit any of the other places.
Egypt is dirty and crazy. Ireland is pleasant but boring, and the food is not good. Turkey is nice, but not nice enough to make you dream of going back soon. Rome was one giant tourist trap, and it was full of pushy illegal aliens who had no manners. Switzerland is gorgeous, but they have jacked prices up to the point where tourists feel insulted, and it’s also filling up with Indian and Chinese tourists who are not always fun to be around. Staying in Cancun is like sleeping in a college bar.
I never thought I would say this, but I am not interested in seeing Switzerland again. I used to love it, but that has changed. You only have to charge me $7.50 for tap water once to make me understand that I’m unwelcome.
My wife doesn’t want to go back to Rome, ever. The illegals really got to her. She says she would make an exception so our children could see it. I liked Rome a little better, and I like Italians (real Italians in Europe), but I’m not hot to go back.
Singapore feels like home. When we arrived for our second visit, we felt like we were home again. It’s the strangest thing.
Singaporeans do everything well. They shame Americans every day.
To get back to the day I just had, I don’t know what I did to deserve a life this good. Actually, I know I didn’t do anything. I was rotten and immature. I deserve evil, and the Lord gave me the good he deserves.
I look forward to a bright future. The millennium. The New Jerusalem. Seeing God face to face. And maybe before the rapture or the day my body gives out, I’ll get to see Singapore a few more times.
I need to stop looking at the news. My general rule is to avoid it. Sometimes people tell me about stories, though, and occasionally, I see something I feel I need to look into. When Charlie Kirk was murdered by a liberal Mormon boy who cohabitated with a homosexual transvestite, I looked at a number of stories.
I am cutting back again, but I still heard about Ryder Corral, a sloppy, spoiled leftist baby man who trampled the objects set out as a tribute to Kirk in front of the offices of Turning Point USA. He did this in front of Fox News cameras along with a crowd of conservative and Christian mourners, one of whom slung him to the ground and put a stop to his antics.
Corral was wearing a shirt featuring the same design the coward Tyler Robinson wore when he shot Charlie Kirk with a deer rifle in front of his young wife and two small children. The design shows a flying eagle in front of our flag, along with the words “Land of the Free Home of the Brave.”
Pretty ironic, on the front of a sadistic, chickenhearted leftist punk who shot a man for exercising his freedom.
I would guess Robinson picked that shirt so he would look like a harmless conservative as he moved around the campus of the university where he shot Kirk.
Corral’s infantile rampage isn’t the big story. I don’t think people realize this. His shirt is the story.
Kirk had his neck blown apart on September 10. Corral threw his sociopathic tantrum on September 15. He already had the shirt. How did he get it so fast?
Sick leftists are selling copies of the shirt online. That’s how Corral got his shirt. In order for him to have it to wear on September 15, he must have ordered it no later than September 13. That’s how quickly Democrats seized on the opportunity to celebrate a brutal, bloody, public murder.
Today I Googled, and I found all sorts of ads for Tyler Robinson shirts. I took some screenshots on my phone, and I will show them to you now.
This isn’t the first time this has happened during the last year. When another leftist coward, Luigi Mangione, shot down an insurance executive, other leftists lined up to buy hats identified with a video game character named Luigi. They wear them at their events. Not a few of them. Many of them.
If you don’t understand that America is in a very bad state, you need to wake up. Stop comparing today to yesterday. Compare it to the 20th century.
Imagine it’s 1963. John Kennedy’s brains have just been scrubbed off the car he was riding in when a communist shot them out of his head. Then imagine seeing people walking around in hats and shirts celebrating Lee Harvey Oswald.
Imagine it’s 1981. President Reagan is still hospitalized after being shot by a lunatic who thought it would impress an actress. Then imagine seeing people wearing T-shirts with the assassin’s picture on them.
We are going to have a civil war. Leftists will not leave it alone. For all their “coexist” bumper stickers and lying about peace, they are going to keep tormenting the rest of us until there is a nationwide reaction.
While I was taking a shooting class (not a killing class or militia preparation class), one of my instructors said something to us about how people were going to have to rise up and do something about America’s situation. He was talking about going to war.
There are a lot of problems with his thinking. One big one is that he’s talking about a war that can’t be won.
In order to truly win a war, you have to have a sane enemy, or at least one whose sanity can be restored. Otherwise, after the battles are over, you have to occupy his territory forever. A sane enemy will come around and let things drop. The Japanese, Austrians, and Germans were vicious and disgusting, but they made peace with us because the demons that motivated them were not told to keep going. American leftists are ruled by apocalyptic demons, sent to figuratively raise hell until after the tribulation. They are not going to stand down.
Another problem: there can be no front. Even in states that are fairly politically pure, the population is mixed. We work alongside lefists. They sit around dinner tables with us. They are our groomsmen and maids of honor. Our close relatives. They’re not going to show up as a separate force at a clearly-defined border. Americans will be killing each other all over the place, and they will be sneaky about it, just like the Viet Cong. You’ll be sitting at Five Guys, and an IED will go off. You’ll be gassing up your car, and an Eagle Scout wearing a Tyler Robinson shirt will shoot you from cover.
People we associate with all the time will become hidden dangers. It’s very difficult to deal with that kind of enemy.
There are potential killers and their helpers all around you. You don’t know they’re against you. You may find out who they are one day.
My buddy Mike posted something nice about Charlie Kirk on Facebook, and one of his “friends” excoriated him and spewed the usual lies about Kirk. Then she went after Kirk’s children. Look:
His daughter is three, and his son is one.
Aren’t women supposed to be child nurturers? Did I imagine that?
There is no military solution to the problem. We can’t put a third or half of our population in prison. We can’t occupy every big city. We can’t bomb them; they live in our houses.
America had a civil war a century and a half ago, and we have pretty much gotten over it, but it was different. Americans weren’t insane. They were divided by their opinions on important issues, but they never felt the people on the other side didn’t deserve to exist.
Leftists believe people like Charlie Kirk and me should not be allowed to exist. We should not have jobs. We should not be allowed to speak. No one should be able to see or hear us.
This is a common thread with Satan’s children. They don’t just want to win. They want their victims to cease to exist, and they want it to look like they never existed. This is why God would not let the Jews cremate their dead, and it’s why the Nazis used cremation to get rid of their bodies.
In the supernatural world, one of the worst types of harm is to have your name and memory blotted out. This is why some religious Jews call Yeshua “YESHU,” which is an initialism for, “May his name and memory be blotted out forever.” The problem for leftists isn’t just that we exist; it’s that we ever existed in the past.
Ryder Corral’s sick actions show that demons still want to erase the memory of those who oppose Satan. Charlie Kirk is dead, and his work will not continue. That should be sufficient to satisfy leftists, but it’s not. The demons are furious that people remember him. The memorial display Corral and his demons attacked is a reminder Satan can’t stand.
The thing that makes you Satan’s child is to have a character similar to Satan’s. Satan wants all the attention, because he’s like a gay man who wants to be the queen bee; the only Cher impersonator at the party. It enrages him that people even know who Yeshua is. His children are enraged that people know who Charlie Kirk was.
A man in Colorado put up a display honoring Kirk. He put a banner on his fence. A cowardly leftist came in the night, burned the banner, and threw a rock through his car’s rear windshield. Anyone who expresses sympathy for Kirk in public will make cowardly enemies.
In 2017, God told me the hatred that would drive leftists and pagans to murder us was already here, and increasingly, we see it manifesting. It’s so strong, it has even united homosexuals with Muslims who murder them. Satan’s children are like billions of rocks in billions of slingshots, pulled back and waiting to be released.
There is nothing we can do to prevent the final conflict or prevent them from taking over. It has been prophesied. We can do little things here and there to protect ourselves, but the earthly war is lost. There is no remedy for the world, but individuals can draw close to God and get protection. They can be isolated from the world and set aside in relatively friendly areas. They can learn to pray and do battle in the supernatural realm.
There is no reason to feel doomed. That’s not for us. It’s for them. Leftists will only with in the natural realm, on a macroscopic scale. We will have complete victory in the supernatural realm, and eventually, we will see a world without leftists, paganism, war, and hatred. A world of peace and love, and not just the false kind we read about in stickers on the backs of hybrid cars.
You know people who, right now, are willing to kill you. I mean people who are friendly now. You’ll find out about them soon enough. You need to separate yourself from them as much as you can. You need to get away from their culture. There is no point in building bridges God is going to burn.
Last night, I told my wife I had seen a lot of disaster movies, but it was really something, finding myself living in one. I said the end of civilization was quite a spectacle. A rare experience, since it only happens once.
If Charlie Kirk’s barbaric, infantile killing has resulted in any good, it is that American adults are now being forced to look at the Satanic culture of our wrecked educational system.
Teachers and other school employees are making the news all over the country for celebrating Kirk’s death. It’s not a fringe phenomenon. It’s a tidal wave that covers the entire United States.
Even in conservative areas, the people who run our school system are usually leftists who hate Christianity and capitalism, and who bully students into supporting the left’s hatred or at least remaining silent.
The irony of educators publicly supporting a school shooting should be obvious even to leftists, but demons control the perceptions of people who don’t know the Holy Spirt, and they give them disdain for the truth.
God has said, “Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it.” Satan agrees. That’s why he captured our educational system.
I suppose there will be scattered improvements, but overall, it will get worse. It’s nice to see that some people are outraged, but when the dust settles, leftists will still be in charge of your kids, and they will keep doing what they do. It probably won’t be long before the dominant position in American classrooms as that the firing of teachers who celebrated Kirk’s murder was an outbreak of fascist persecution.
Two days after Charlie Kirk was shot, I have learned I am now allowed to carry a firearm–not just a pistol–openly in at least 32 Florida counties. The relevant court ruling was published on the day of the shooting.
That is certainly interesting.
For a long time, I have suspected that God has chosen to allow Americans to arm themselves. Gun rights have been expanding, and it seems inexplicable to me, absent a supernatural explanation.
Why would God support the proliferation and carry of firearms? I don’t know, but I can make guesses.
1. There are a lot of people here who aren’t doing a great job of receiving God’s direct protection, but he would still like to give them a chance against those who hate Christians and Jews.
2. The tribulation is coming, one of the features will be bloodshed, and the weapons the raptured leave behind, along with those possessed by others, will facilitate it.
People say Florida is a gun-friendly state, and overall, I believe that is correct, but when it comes to open carry, we have lagged behind fierce right-wing strongholds like Washington and Delaware. In fact, Florida was so backward (Or is it forward?), we were in a 4-state group along with California, Illinois, and New York. Right there with us: the crime-free paradise known as the District of Columbia.
How did we get to open carry so quickly?
A local political candidate named Stan McDaniels decided to stand beside a busy road, waving a copy of the Constitution while carrying a pistol that was clearly visible. He was trying to pick a legal fight, and he succeeded. He was arrested and prosecuted. This happened in Escambia County, in the panhandle. About as blue as a ripe tomato.
He said he wanted to take the issue to the United States Supreme Court, but that was never necessary. The Supreme Court doesn’t block open carry. Florida legislators and courts are the problem.
McDaniels was convicted and sentenced, and following his own plan, he appealed. The First District Court of Appeal ruled in his favor, and our Attorney General is not going to fight. In fact, he is thrilled.
Imagine where we would be if DeSantis had lost the election to Andrew Gillum, the homosexual pervert who was found unconscious, naked, and lying in vomit in a hotel room where he and two other homosexuals went, along with performance drugs (Trimix) homosexuals inject into their penises. Imagine the kind of attorney general we would have.
It’s embarrassing for a lawyer to admit, but I am somewhat confused about the law’s status at the moment. I never practiced much in state courts. Let’s see if I can unravel this. My legal opinion is worth what you’re paying for it, so don’t trust me.
Based on a 1991 Florida Supreme Court decision (Pardo), where there is no conflict among circuits, a ruling by one DCA is applicable to lower courts (trial courts) statewide. If there is a conflict, however, a trial court adheres to the position of the appeal court in its circuit.
The McDaniels ruling does not conflict with any other DCA rulings. Unbelievably, it was a case of first impression. What has the NRA been doing with our money all these years?
Conclusion: open carry is now legal everywhere in Florida. Problem: some jurisdictions are waiting for the decision to be finalized, so liberal counties may continue arresting people. That means the only people who can exhale with confidence are within the 1st DCA’s jurisdictional area.
The state has a certain amount of time to appeal the decision. That’s not going to happen. When the period lapses, the law will be binding on every trial court in Florida, with no weasel room for blue counties.
Could there still be a conflict eventually? I guess so. Maybe there are cases currently on appeal in other districts.
I believe these cases would have to be in the appeal process right now, since trial courts can’t send new ones up. They have to dismiss.
The 1st DCA has direct jurisdiction over 32 counties, and sadly, I’m not in one.
My sheriff has proclaimed he will not enforce the open-carry law, and so has the relevant city PD, so now I can go to Walmart with an AK slung over my shoulder if I am so inclined. Unless Walmart posts a sign, in which case they have the legal authority to make me put my gun back in my car. Regardless of the ruling, private citizens and companies have the power to ban guns on their property and thereby offend all sorts of people who like exercising a critical civil right.
Can they ban open carry while permitting concealed carry? I don’t know. If you can ban tank tops, I guess you can ban open carry.
You can tell I’m happy about the ruling. Because I want to display a rifle at Walmart? No. Open carry has an obvious drawback. It has a deterrent effect, but it would put me in a position where I would have to be extremely attentive to my surroundings in order to keep criminals from trying to take my gun. It also disturbs snowbirds and yankee transplants needlessly.
When I carry in a front pocket, I make it very difficult for a criminal to figure out I have a gun, and I also make it hard for them to take. They can’t just stroll by and snatch it.
The Second Amendment is crippled when open carry is banned, because the founders expected us to be able to carry military-grade firearms, suitable for militia service, in public. That means long guns. You can’t conceal a rifle, and Florida’s concealed-carry laws banned concealed rifles anyway.
I’m happy about the ruling because there are many situations in which open carry is appropriate, helpful, and/or important. I’m also happy because a dumb and highly technical law is a bear trap for well-intended citizens who should not be turned into felons because they’re not great at parsing statutes.
The open-carry law has been used as a tool to persecute good people who didn’t think they were doing anything illegal. It was a “gotcha” law. We shouldn’t have laws like that.
I may have violated the open carry law, and I’m an attorney. Open carry is legal on private property. I may have carried openly, illegally, while mowing my yard. In the past, I thought a little strip of property outside my fence belonged to me, and I may have carried while mowing it. That would have been a felony, because I later found out the land belonged to a neighbor.
A neighbor on another side voted for Biden, so he and his wife can’t be trusted to respect my civil rights. What if one of them had seen me out front with a Glock 20 in a Miami Special shoulder holster?
The practical answer is: nothing. My sheriff would have laughed at them if they had called, and no local prosecutor would have gone forward with the case had I been arrested. But I would have been guilty. There are 23 million people in Florida, not all are in sane counties, and even if I was in no danger, other people surely did the same kind of thing, and they could have ended up in the hoosegow.
Although my county is outside the sweet zone for now, because my sheriff and the biggest city police department have already proclaimed their intention to ignore open carry offenses, I am covered, at least in unincorporated areas and the largest metro area. I don’t know what the cops in the tiny towns and cities will do, but it seems safe to guess nearly all of them will go along.
There are only two other town departments here. One is currently letting the sheriff handle law enforcement, so no problems there. The other serves the town where I buy groceries most of the time. I have carried big knives openly there, because this has never been banned. No one cared. I would guess the police department is so small, they don’t think much about press releases regarding changes in the law.
It is interesting that the open-carry law applied to guns but not knives. A big knife is extremely dangerous in a crowded place.
I have been inconsistent, carrying a gun in my pocket and a knife visibly. I wasn’t very concerned about having the knife taken. I live on a farm, and a sheath knife is much more convenient than a folding knife, so I like carrying one. I didn’t think of sheath knives primarily as weapons, but that’s what knives are, regardless of the intended use.
The State’s Attorney’s Office for my county has not issued a statement about open carry yet, but I think I can guess where he’ll come down, assuming he wants to stay in office.
I don’t plan to carry openly, but smart people make some effort to know the law. I might need to carry openly some day, so I should know the law beforehand instead of Googling feverishly under stress.
If there is a funny side to all this, it is that some blue counties got caught in the ruling directly because they are 1st-DCA counties. The county to my north, Alachua, is home to the University of Florida, and it is heavily infected with the woke mind virus. I would guess dramatic performances are in the works. Maybe students and employees will splatter themselves with organic non-GMO ketchup and lie down in groups.
Gadsden County is overwhelmingly black and liberal, and it is also under the 1st DCA’s jurisdiction. Florida State University and our capital are in Leon County, and it is also suffering from the blue flu.
I feel like making predictions. I think that if I go to any big store this week, I will see somebody carrying openly. I think very, very few people will do it. Mainly isolated activists who feel like celebrating.
Will our new freedom result in a crime surge, as liberals are surely predicting? Of course it will, because the ban completely prevented criminals from carrying openly while shooting people, and every state that has open carry is like Mosul on a bad day. Not.
It may help some criminals plan, and there will surely be guns snatched from foolish people who carry behind their backs and so on, but overall, it will reduce crime. That’s my prediction.
The knowledge that some civilians carry concealed weapons does a certain amount to discourage crime, but criminals are generally stupid and impulsive, so some need a stronger hint. I think seeing people carrying weapons will put the fear of God (or at least Gaston Glock) into many of them.
I doubt Florida will start to look like Somalia, with shiny rifles on display everywhere. Normal states that already had open carry don’t have this issue.
The ruling was handed down by a male judge and two girls. I wonder what feminists are saying about them today. I know many are busy celebrating the murder of Charlie Kirk in front of his wife and small children, so they may not have noticed the ruling.
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I thought I was right when I said the McDaniels case was a case of first impression, meaning the issue of whether Florida’s open carry ban is unconstitutional had never been considered by a Florida court. Was I right? I’m trying to decide. It comes down to hair-splitting; the reason lawyers have to go to school.
I have since learned that a 2017 Florida Supreme Court case, Norman v. State, held that the open carry ban did not violate the US or Florida constitutions. But there is a twist.
Norman was decided before the US Supreme Court’s ruling in Bruen. In that case, the court did away with a balancing test that was used in Norman. The McDaniels panel referred to this in its opinion. No balancing test, no ban.
So is the McDaniels case a case of first impression or not? The issue of the constitutionality of the ban has been considered before, but the issue of the ban’s constitutionality in view of Bruen has not. Far as I know. If you want a solid answer based on serious research, pay me.
It looks like I was wrong to think McDaniels was a case of first impression because the constitutionality of the ban had already been confirmed, but it’s still a case of first impression because it considers the issue of whether Bruen invalidated Norman. Different issue.
Gun-unfriendly counties outside the 1st DCA’s geographical area are now claiming there is a conflict between the circuits, because the 4th DCA, which decided Norman, upheld the ban. That seems disingenuous (lawyer talk for “dishonest”) to me.
The definition of the term “first impression” seems to be under attack.
I always say this: a law doesn’t mean anything until a court decides what it means. Most laymen don’t know this. If Congress passes a law saying it’s illegal to pick your nose in church, and a federal judge in Chicken Bend, Arkansas, says it really means you can’t open your gifts on Christmas Eve, it means you can’t open your gifts on Christmas Eve, within the court’s geographical jurisdiction. At least until a higher court disagrees.
Courts have been known to misconstrue laws on purpose, in bad faith. This is why there were two Brown v. Board of Education cases. The holding in the first forced Southern states to implement desegregation “with all deliberate speed,” and dishonest judges pretended that meant “very slowly.” The second case cleared this up.
Courts misconstrue laws on purpose, and so do prosecutors and the police. I think the counties that reject McDaniels are out of order.
In any case, it’s the law right now in the 32 counties under the 1st DCA’s jurisdiction, and it will remain so unless other jurisdictions manage to find a way to generate a conflict and get it before the Florida Supreme Court. Even then, it looks like it will probably be affirmed.
It’s the Sixties in America all over again, just as many people on the left would have it; they think the disgraceful Sixties represent the peak of American civilization. Political assassinations of private citizens are back.
As far as I can tell, you have to go back to Martin Luther King and Medgar Evers to see anything like the Charlie Kirk murder. Leftists tried to murder Gerald Ford, Ronald Reagan, and Donald Trump (twice), and a leftist tried to kill Republican legislators playing softball, wounding Steve Scalise. Also, a conservative nut named Vance Boelter murdered Democrat politician Mark Hortman and his wife and shot Democrat John Hoffman and his wife a number of times. But I can’t recall anyone going after a private citizen the way the killers of Evers, King, and Kirk did. As Charlie Kirk liked to say, “Prove me wrong.” I don’t know everything.
I suppose you could count the kook who attacked Nancy Pelosi’s husband, although that was a lot like attacking Pelosi herself. It happened in her house.
Going after government officials is, sadly, almost normal. Shooting people for debating at colleges is not.
I wouldn’t count Malcolm X, since he was murdered by his own kind. A black Muslim shot him for exposing Elijah Muhammad’s corruption.
I’m not such a fine person that I get weepy over every celebrity murder, but I was very disturbed by the news of Kirk’s death. It wasn’t just the death of a man; it was a milestone in our nation’s decline to self-destruction. It made me feel hopeless and powerless. Not for myself or my family, but for America and the world.
I was starting to work on my utility cart when I heard about Kirk. I was going to replace an axle seal and bearing. When I heard the news, all desire to get anything done and left me. I had my wife put our son in the car, and we drove to Sonny’s, where I had a cheeseburger while I considered the state of the world.
The Kirk shooting is remarkable in that the intent was to stifle speech and nothing more. Kirk did not hold office. He did not have the power to do anything to anyone. He didn’t run a ruthless, dishonest insurance company that ruined countless lives. All he did was argue with people, a hundred percent peacefully, and work to get Republicans elected. He was shot to prevent Americans from hearing conservative and Christian beliefs and to make it harder for J.D. Vance to win in 2028. He was also shot to terrify other Republican speakers and thinkers so they would stop doing their jobs.
I wonder what Candace Owens, a mother and wife, is thinking today. She’s an antisemite, and I don’t support her, but that doesn’t mean she should be shot on her way into a college auditorium. I wonder what the people at Accuracy in Media are thinking; they put sign trucks on college campuses, exposing Hamas supporters. I wonder what every member of every conservative or Christian college organization is thinking. Also, I would guess that insurance executives are even more nervous than they were last week.
Events will be cancelled. Careers will be redirected. People who would otherwise have tried to join Charlie Kirk with their own crusades will find other things to do. The shooting worked. It will make it that much easier for leftists to flood the world with their Satanic ideology. The resistance has been damaged.
Leftist public figures will not be chilled at all. They will go about their lives as though nothing had happened. That should disturb people. If the left is morally superior or equivalent to the right, why is it that only conservatives and Christians are being impacted?
Why was Kirk shot? According to the murderer, it was because he was against the transgender myth and he represented fascism. The rifle has been found, and the remaining cartridges are engraved with words revealing the cowardly killer’s motivation.
Fascism is definitely a problem in America, because many mainstream leftists are now shameless fascists. Charlie Kirk was an enemy of fascism.
The murderer gave superficial reasons for the killing. The real reason is that Charlie Kirk is more or less aligned with Christians, Jews, and Israel. He was helpful to people God cares about, and he spoke out for Yeshua, so Satan sent spirits to kill him. Satan doesn’t just go after people like Stephen and Paul. He goes after Christians who aren’t very strong. He goes after people who help Christians. He goes after people who agree with us about certain things. He goes after people who sort of look like Christians.
I consider Charlie Kirk a legitimate Christian martyr for two reasons: he was a Christian, and he would not have been shot but for his association with Christianity. I don’t consider him a minister or a man of God.
A friend of mine thinks Kirk is a great Christian because he acknowledged Yeshua at his appearances and defended the faith in debates. That’s not correct. Charlie Kirk was an ambitious man who depended on his own skills to advance political beliefs and, less centrally, to support Christianity. He didn’t prophesy, heal the sick, work miracles, or cast demons out of people. He was a carnal Christian. Debate is carnal.
Debate is not a legitimate tool of salvation. Take it from someone who is very good at debating and whose father was also very good. I debated with my dad for perhaps 40 years, debunking his irrational unbelief and hostility toward God, and I got nowhere. Then the Holy Spirit touched him as we listened to Derek Prince videos in an assisted living facility, and he came to Yeshua without my help.
Debate usually pushes people farther away from Yeshua.
Paul knew this. He was a brilliant student. He studied under Gamaliel, a top religious teacher of his time. He was zealous. He was definitely capable of argument. He told us he considered his studies and pre-salvation efforts to be feces.
He said this:
And I, brethren, when I came to you, came not with excellency of speech or of wisdom, declaring unto you the testimony of God.
For I determined not to know any thing among you, save Jesus Christ, and him crucified.
And I was with you in weakness, and in fear, and in much trembling.
And my speech and my preaching was not with enticing words of man’s wisdom, but in demonstration of the Spirit and of power:
That your faith should not stand in the wisdom of men, but in the power of God.
Paul healed people, cast out demons, and prophesied. He was bitten by an adder and shook it off into a fire, unharmed. He visited heaven. Charlie Kirk was no Paul.
If argument produces a convert, it will usually be a weak or invalid convert. If argument can bring you in, it can pull you back out, and only the Holy Spirit gives people saving faith. The Bible says so.
Kirk belonged to a Calvary Chapel branch. I am familiar with this brand. I have been to their churches. I know people who have belonged and left.
They permit the activity of the Holy Spirit, but they don’t encourage it, and they don’t consider it essential to an optimal walk with Yahweh. It is essential. Christianity begins with the supernatural work of the Holy Spirit, and he perfects it.
None of this matters to Satan or leftists. If it looks like a Christian, it should be killed.
Kirk was a truly exceptional debater. I saw him work a few times on Youtube, and it seemed like there was no topic he couldn’t discuss masterfully. He could think on his feet. He didn’t get flustered. But debating is not an activity that interests God very much.
The disgusting feminist website Jezebel paid witches to curse Charlie Kirk in August. Looks like it worked. Witches have gathered repeatedly to curse Republican presidents. Have you ever heard of witches blessing conservatives or cursing leftists?
Torben Sondergaard has posted a video about Kirk, labeling him a martyr. I think he may be exaggerating Kirk’s Christian credentials a little. He also says Kirk “laid down his life.” My wife saw that and said it was not true. She is right. Yeshua laid down his life. Paul laid down his life. Kirk’s life was taken unexpectedly. He didn’t see it coming, and he would never have sat down in that chair if he had.
Torben is right about one thing: he says we should expect more killings of prominent Christians.
Of course, Christians are murdered all the time. A few days back, Muslims killed 60 in Nigeria. Torben spoke as though murdering Christians were a new thing. It’s not. But murdering us in public in America is new. That seems to be what he was referring to.
Leftists really want to kill us. They are not kidding when they go on the web and fantasize about it before the public. They truly mean it, just as Germans and Austrians wanted to kill Jews in the 1920’s. They’re just waiting for sufficient permission and approval. Those things have nearly matured to the critical point.
Tiktok is now full of videos showing joyful leftists celebrating the murder of a decent man in front of his two small children. One leftist says Kirk’s daughter is safer now that her father is dead. People are literally dancing.
An MSNBC commentator has been fired for blaming Kirk, on the air, for his own murder. “MSNBC” means “Microsoft and NBC.” It’s not a network that operates from someone’s kitchen.
In other news, the MSM has been covering for a genocidal black criminal who murdered a white Ukrainian girl on a mass transit train. He murdered her because she was white.
You must have seen the story. He sat down in a seat behind hers. He stood up, took out a knife, and started stabbing and slashing. He slit her throat, and she died. The he walked around and explained his crime. He said either, “I got a white girl,” or, “I got the white girl.” It’s not clear.
The dead woman wasn’t just white; she looked like a model from a Nazi propaganda poster. She had long blond hair and fair skin like porcelain. She was very beautiful. She was exactly the kind of person you would expect a whiteness-hater to murder.
The murder took place on August 22, and the MSM buried it. The story just came out. If you Google it, you will find multiple sites claiming there is no evidence he said he had killed a white girl. “No evidence” and “without evidence” are things the MSM likes to say when it wants to raise the bar too high and debunk the truth. Unfortunately for the MSM, there is video of the killer speaking the words they say he didn’t say. I’ve seen it.
The murderer, Decarlos Brown, is a career criminal with a dozen or more felony convictions. His mother (no word from dad, of course) says he is mentally ill and the system failed him.
Demons told him to go after white people. Somehow, we are associated with Christianity in the minds of Satan’s children. The truly disturbing thing is that respected media outlets concealed the story (as they concealed the murder of 60 Christians) and then lied about the killer’s confession, which was already in front of the public on video.
We–Christians–are not going to get a fair shake. We have never gotten a fair shake. As God said through me, “The world hates me.” Trusting and depending on the world are very bad ideas.
No one should know that better than Torben Sondergaard. When a state television station offered to film his ministry, he thought the platform would be a big help to God, and then he was victimized with a hit piece so full of lies he felt he had to flee his country.
There was such outrage in Denmark, the government passed a law about casting demons out in front of children; it is now considered child abuse.
Yeshua cast a demon out of a child, and he resurrected a child. The Danes would have had him arrested, just like the Jewish priests who arrested Yeshua and had him murdered.
Look for things to get worse. If you want protection, draw close to God. Get to know the Holy Spirit. Get serious. Try to be prepared for the rapture. See if God will help you move away from leftist areas. We are outnumbered, not just by spirits, but by our friends and relatives.
Curses work against people who are not close to God, so the closer you get, the safer you will be.
Incidentally, I am hearing weird theories about the shooting. Someone told me he thought it was a professional hit job.
There aren’t really any professional hit men, except in intelligence agencies. The idea that you can go to Facebook Marketplace and hire a multilingual genius martial-arts-and-firearms expert who knows how to make radio-controlled bombs and ricin is absurd. It’s not a real career because it’s not sustainable. There are thugs, usually clumsy, who kill people as part of their work, but there are no Jackals or Jason Bournes. They only exist on screens.
I was told the shot in the neck was intentional, to represent silencing a voice. That’s not true. The weapon was a crusty old Mauser in 30.06. It is probably a 5-10 MOA weapon. The shot was fired from around 200 yards away, by a college-aged person who probably doesn’t have a lot of training. He wouldn’t shoot for the neck. He would have shot for the chest and hoped for the best.
It is not likely the murderer took the time to have his rifle rebuilt or that he made ammunition for it, and you would pretty much have to do those things in order to hit someone in the neck with a .30-06 from 200 yards.
A real marksman would probably have picked something easier to shoot, like a precision rifle in 6.5 Creedmoor. You can buy a sub-MOA rifle off the shelf, do zero modifications, use factory ammunition, and shoot very well with 6.5 Creedmoor. It’s smarter than using your ancient, unique Mauser with cartridges you have personalized for the police.
I have a rifle that shot 22 consecutive rounds at or below 0.75 MOA at 100 yards, and I used three different types of factory ammo. Then I had to quit because it was raining.
I think the murderer is a confused, vicious young man who wears women’s underwear and loves Karl Marx. Occam’s razor.
Thank you, God, for the rapture. If I’m not here when it comes, I thank you for saving the people who will be.
Knowing certain people is like having shingles. You go years without an eruption, and then you feel that familiar sensation again.
Today I heard a police siren outside my house. I looked out, and I saw a cop car at my gate. The officer was waving. I buzzed him in.
He told me nothing was wrong, meaning I was not in trouble, but he named my sister and asked if I were her brother. I reluctantly said I was, and I asked what she had done. He told me she was in a hospital in Kentucky, and a caregiver was trying to get in touch with me. He did not have details.
Thinking she might be dead or dying, which would be something I would need to know about, I took the caregiver’s number. I figured this person was a nurse.
I knew one thing: I was not about to call that number without praying and without asking someone I knew in Kentucky for information. I also did a little research to make sure I would not obligate myself accidentally.
After my wife and I prayed, I called someone and asked what they knew. Nothing, but they offered to call the caregiver for me. I could not believe it. What a gift from heaven.
I didn’t want the caregiver to have my number, I did not want to be manipulated, and I definitely didn’t want to be put on the phone with my sister after a decade. It would be like erasing “3650” and writing “0” on a sign reading “DAYS SINCE LAST ACCIDENT.”
A long time later, I got a call back.
My sister’s life is not in danger at the moment. The caregiver is actually a social worker who helped her move into a subsidized apartment a few years ago.
She is obese. She has diabetes. She had a fall. It was not her first. I knew that. She fell in her kitchen in about 2010 and broke her arm. She also moved in with our elderly aunt and refused to leave, and the only reason my aunt was able to get rid of her is that she fell in a ditch on the way to Whole Foods and broke her leg. While she was in the hospital, my aunt and her daughter moved my sister’s things to the subsidized apartment.
A CAT scan says she has had 4 strokes. Her memory is not good.
She says God is going to heal her.
She says nutty things. She says neighborhood kids come to her apartment, and she feeds them. This is not true.
She is being evicted because she never cleans. This is how she behaved in the only house she ever owned, which she held in joint tenancy with my father after she conned him into paying for most of it. The filth in her house was so bad, you wouldn’t understand if you hadn’t seen it. She didn’t do any maintenance, either, so the house fell apart, and my dad had to buy her out.
The caseworker sent crews to her apartment several times to clean it for her, and she would not come to the door. On one occasion, someone took her trash out, and it amounted to 26 bags.
No surprise. My mother used to pay for apartments for her, and to prevent eviction, she used to go clean them. She would haul out multiple bags full of filthy garbage and dog feces.
When she is thrown out, she will have to wait three years to get another subsidized apartment. If she gets one, she will be evicted from it, too.
Someone has looked the apartment over, and they say the contents are a total loss. There is filth on everything. It’s full of dirty clothes that are beyond saving. Apparently, she has been buying new clothes instead of doing laundry.
She has to go, because one filthy unit will eventually ruin an entire building. Roaches and other pests will use it as a base and maternity ward.
Her car has been impounded. Somehow, she has a driver’s license, but it is being taken away. She has 4 hit-and-run charges. There are two active criminal cases on the county website where she lives, but the site won’t tell me what they’re about. Maybe the traffic cases. She does not have car insurance.
The caseworker wants someone to make medical decisions for her. I could do that, right? I could, but I won’t. It would put me in a position where she could sue me or report me to the authorities over imagined malfeasance. Also, and more importantly, I couldn’t stand being subjected to her. I am too old. I have suffered enough.
God has worked things out so I have no abusive or toxic people in my life. If I bring the worst one back in voluntarily, is that gratitude? Should he continue to help me? This is one of the greatest gifts he has given me; one of the greatest gifts anyone could have. I don’t want to spit on it.
She will get medical treatment. I checked, so it’s not as if she will do without treatment if no one steps up to make her decisions. I don’t know why they want a family member involved, except that it may save the government money. I don’t know, but I feel sure there are people who make medical decisions for indigent individuals who don’t have family. I don’t think they just toss them into dumpsters.
It occurred to me that the person I spoke to could make the decisions. I would be happy to consult, as long as I could stay here and never speak to my sister. I would even be glad to pay a monthly fee. The person I spoke to is not a tempting lawsuit target.
I am told something has to be done, because my sister will have nowhere to go in a day or two. Well, I can’t help that. Look at the options.
1. Have her move in with me. My wife would leave and take my son, and I would not blame her. My life would be shortened, and I would wish for death every day. Frankly, I would rather see my sister die than take her in and subject myself, my wife, and my wonderful baby son to her.
2. Pay for an apartment. She would be evicted. I would be liable for the repairs, extensive pest control treatment, days of cleaning, lost rent, and junk removal.
3. Buy a house for her. This has been tried.
4. Put her in a facility. She would be evicted. See 2. Even if she did not destroy the place, she would be so obnoxious, they would have to get rid of her in order to maintain order. This isn’t a possibility; it’s a certainty. It has happened already.
5. Homeless shelter. That’s where she’s going to go, if they will take her. They will probably throw her out before long, but at least I won’t have to pay for new drywall and plumbing.
Prison or a mental asylum would be the best thing for her, because they could keep her clean, give her medical care, and feed her, and she wouldn’t be able to defy them. No one else can do it.
The person I spoke to asked if I wanted to do anything to save the car. No. I do not. She can’t drive it anyway, so it has to go. Maybe a relative of ours would agree to sell it for her. I can only think of one who would dare try.
The caseworker likes my sister. She thinks she’s funny. She didn’t have to raise her or be her sibling, however. She was not there to see her torment her mother over and over. She was not there when she was torturing her little brother in the crib. She was not there when she tried to victimize her elderly father or when she abused her frail, elderly aunt and refused to leave her home.
She wasn’t there when she got thrown out of Teen Challenge, of all places. When you hit bottom and find yourself in Teen Challenge, and you abuse the employees and residents until they give you one day to leave, you should know you are very, very special.
I can’t help her. Maybe I can work it out so someone assumes responsibility for her medical decisions, but even that is risky. She will never get better. She will keep doing what she does until she dies. No one can help, but people can become enablers.
The caseworker is a woman. She is probably an emotional person; the field attracts that type. I doubt she has thought the situation through, as I just did. She may marvel to see the family of a helpless person abandon her. She may be under a common Christian delusion, which is that God never gives up on anyone, so we shouldn’t either.
God gives up on people. He gave up on the entire world in Noah’s time. He gave up on Sodom and Gomorrah. He will give up on the world again, precipitating the rapture and tribulation. He gave up on the Amalekites and the residents of various Canaanite cities. Yeshua gave up on cities that would not receive him. He told his disciples to do the same.
There is one person who could help my sister, and it’s not Yeshua. It’s my sister. Yeshua has done everything he could. My sister refuses to help herself by doing simple things like cooperating with her caseworker. She refuses to confess and repent. The horse is at the water trough, but it will not drink.
There is a small possibility that I might involve myself peripherally in getting someone to handle the medical decisions, but I don’t think I will. I think God told me I should not even think about my sister, and I don’t believe he wants me tossing others into her snake pit. Fixing her medical care won’t change much, anyway.
She will lose the car. She will go to a shelter, if they will have her. She will not get another apartment. I suppose she will live in a tent. There are tent camps in her area. The county and city clear them out, but they return.
Until today, I never thought much about the final residences of incorrigible people who don’t qualify for prison or permanent commission to institutions. I see how it works now. We are told encampments exist because of bad old capitalism or because we don’t offer enough care. Not true. People who live in tents are there because they don’t give us options. They won’t work with us, so we can’t help them. And leftists blame society, not the guilty.
Sure, there are some tent residents who can’t be blamed because of mental illness, but on the other hand, you can make yourself mentally ill by being an unrepentant jerk all your life. Not every mental case is a blameless person who suddenly went schizophrenic without warning. There are plenty of crazy homeless people who caused their own mental issues.
My sister appears to be somewhat crazy now, but that was not always the case. She made herself crazy through decades of evil decisions she made in cold blood while in her right mind.
She is as self-righteous as anyone on Earth. She is always right. She is always the victim. Everyone owes her an apology. Other people cause all of her problems. She could be saved if she would admit guilt, repent, and have her many demons cast out. Pride, a love of lying, and hostility are the hedges that confine her with her demons.
So that’s it. I’ll pray with my wife, and we will probably leave it at that.
I enjoy watching Mark Hemans on Youtube. He is a former missionary, and now he flies all over the world healing people. He learned from Bill Subritzky, a wealthy New Zealand developer who learned from T.B. Joshua.
He accepts donations, but he never asks for a dime. He never preaches the prosperity gospel. He hasn’t made any nutty prophesies about presidential election. The healings that take place at his meetings look legitimate to me. People bring doctors’ notes and so on.
Today I saw a video in which he prayed for healing for people with bone problems and so on. For a couple of weeks or so, I’ve had pain in my wrist on one side When I put my hand down to rest my weight on it, it hurt. I figured it would go away. I hoped I wouldn’t have to see a doctor.
I think of physicians as witch doctors. I don’t mean it in a hostile way. They are extremely weak and ignorant compared to God, the original healer. They fail all the time. They charge too much. Treatment often involves inconvenience, pain, and humiliation for patients. There are many, many things they can’t treat at all. There are many conditions they can’t explain. They actually have a word for “We don’t know what’s going on.” That word is “ideopathic.” It sounds a lot better than confessing complete ignorance.
Of course, I use doctors, because sometimes my own efforts at getting healed don’t work. I assume I’m doing things wrong. I have found doctors to be useful for simple things like vaccinations, warts, and setting broken bones. If I needed surgery urgently, and I couldn’t get healed, I would have the surgery.
I have had more than one miraculous healing, so I try to go to God first when I have a problem. Sometimes I forget.
Today I prayed along with Mark Hemans, for myself and other people. When I got done, the problem with my wrist was gone. I could feel a tiny remnant of the pain, but I was definitely healed.
When God does something for you, you should tell people, so here I am.
A few weeks back, I did my rear brakes, so I had to sit on a very low stool. While I was working, I stood up and did something to my left knee. I wondered if I had torn an important ligament. That’s a problem doctors can only fix with surgery. It’s a big deal.
My knee gave me sharp pains when I bent it too much. Putting on pants was very risky. When I lifted my left leg too high, pain shot through my knee and shin.
I was able to walk normally. I only felt pain when I bent the knee too much.
I had my wife pray for me, lay her hands on my leg, and apply oil.
My knee started getting better right away, and in a week or so, I couldn’t feel any pain at all. It was like I was never hurt.
By this time, I had developed a fear of putting my pants on, so I had to retrain myself to raise my leg without thinking about it.
During this time, I thought about a fact of which I have often lost sight: miracles don’t have to be instantaneous. In fact, the Bible doesn’t say Yeshua always healed people instantly. It just says he healed them. The Bible says that if we lay hands on the sick, they shall recover, but it doesn’t say it will happen in a second.
Yeshua tried to heal a blind man three times. The improvement got better every time. It didn’t happen all at once, the first time he tried.
There is nothing like divine healing. So much better than sitting in a doctor’s office, being billed huge amounts they don’t tell you about up front and getting bad results. It’s better than sucking down expensive prescription drugs with side effects and hoping they don’t ruin your health.
My little parrot Marvin died last month, and we prayed for her. We could not get a healing for her. Don’t ask me why. Maybe I should have fasted more.
It made me think about what I would like to do for God. For years, I’ve been praying for him to use me to heal people, but losing Marvin made me think more in terms of healing the small and helpless. Babies, children, and even pets. It is painful to lose anyone you care about, but it’s much worse when it’s someone small and helpless who depends on you for everything. When a child, baby, or pet dies on your watch, it’s your failure.
Our son has no real health problems. He had a crooked toe when he was born, but it’s nearly normal now. Taking him to doctors for little things makes me feel for the millions of people who have to watch their babies suffer and die every year. I don’t know how they keep on living.
In any case, I have testified. I hope I get to be involved in ending other people’s suffering eventually.
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I don’t like giving negative testimony, but lying testimony is much worse, so here goes.
After my wrist was healed, it felt fine for a long time, but maybe eight or ten hours, the pain came back. It has gone away a few times since then, but it keeps returning.
