Angry Armed Civilians will Make Cops Look Like Wet Nurses

What’s going on here at the compound today? I know people want the inside dope.

I’m eagerly awaiting the arrival of my EGW 20-MOA scope base. It would be neat if I could plop it, and my new scope, on the Savage 93R and start shooting beautiful little .17 HMR rounds today. I don’t think that will happen. The mail arrives late in the afternoon, and there is apparently a new county ordinance that says it must rain torrentially at 4 p.m every day. It will take me an hour just to get the rifle set up. Looks like tomorrow will be the day.

I feel like I should order even more ammunition. I saw some guy on a forum apologizing for only having 20,000 rounds of .22 LR, and I felt inferior. I have a lot of .17 HMR, but Joe Biden just picked Kamala Harris to be the Democrats’ real candidate for the presidency, and supplies may get even tighter than they are now. I enjoy shooting a great deal, and I don’t want to have to quit.

I want to find out whether 17-grain or 20-grain bullets shoot better before I commit. Should I wait for the scope to arrive, or should I use my old one to get it over with? Is it safe to wait a couple of days? Maybe not.

Biden, who is getting an MSM/MeToo pass on exposing himself to female Secret Service agents, will be dead by the 2024 election, and he will probably have his public appearances limited during 2021. Not that anyone will want to see him after he is forced from office. The left will want to move on ASAP so they don’t have to talk about lying about Biden’s illness. They’ll want to pretend they were all about electing a semi-black woman all along.

If Biden wins, we will soon be able to say we’ve had a black president. Obama was half black, and Harris is half black, so together, they make one president. As it stands now, we’ve only had half of one, and his black half wasn’t really black. It was African. His ancestors never worked in the Americas as slaves. They had no idea what cornbread or biscuits were. They made no contributions to the blues, ragtime, or jazz. They never participated in civil rights marches. Obama has no idea what it’s like to part of American black culture, but he could tell you about the comfortable suburban culture of the white grandparents who raised him when his parents ran off.

People are claiming Biden’s selection is groundbreaking. Everyone forgets Colin Powell and Condoleezza Rice. They forget Herman Cain’s flirtation with the presidency, which was embraced by conservatives. They forget the fact that Democrat cabinets tend to look like Romney family reunions.

Well…I shouldn’t say that. There is at least one non-white Romney.

I keep asking God whether I should spend money on guns and ammunition. I feel he wants me to do it. I have asked him why. I now think the answer is that it’s for the people who don’t make it in the rapture. Lots of Christians, and nearly all Jews, will still be here, surrounded by violent, infantile people who are no longer restrained by the prayers of the people God removed. They will need guns and ammo to stay alive until they can get right with God. Or maybe God will give them a choice between using the weapons and accepting martyrdom in order to be saved.

I still feel like December will be the month, and somehow, the 11th seems like the day. Not pretending I’m certain, though. I haven’t seen a scroll appear with the date written on it in flames.

Imagine the simian behavior we will see from the left after the election, regardless of who wins. If they win, they’ll gloat and march and riot. It will be remarkable if leftist pogroms don’t begin in November. In January, the DOJ will give them license to riot all they want. If they lose, they’ll riot for months as their way of throwing a tantrum. Ruling by tantrum is their goal already.

I’ve been thinking about what they’re up against. They will need serious supernatural help from Satan. Leftist men tend to be feminine and soft. They tend to be unacquainted with weapons and tactics. Leftist women are women, and women don’t fight very well. On the other side, there are countless conservatives who have been stocking up on equipment since Obama was elected. Some started earlier.

I have been wondering who buys things like plate carriers. A plate carrier is a garment that holds bullet-resistant armor. I’ve wondered who buys dozens of AR-15 and AK-47 magazines. I think I know the answer. People aren’t preparing to protect their houses. You will never need a dozen magazines to put down a deer or a burglar. They’re preparing for civil war, and they’re doing a fine job.

I used to think people would give up their guns, just like Australians and the British. Now I don’t think so. I think the left taught conservatives they didn’t have to obey the law as long as they had numbers. I think tens of millions of conservatives will tell the police to jam it when they ask for their weapons. If you can take over a city with rifles and not be arrested, you can keep your AR-15 collection and your bump stocks and binary triggers.

It looks like leftists will be taking pepper spray, bags of feces, and bottles of urine to gunfights. To harm conservatives in a post-election scenario, you will need to be able to strike from at least 600 yards away, because that’s how far a cheap AR-15 will shoot effectively. No one in history has ever been able to throw pee that far.

Leftists can’t magically become competent at warfare in a month or two, and conservatives have been getting ready since they were born. Rioters do well in cities, where people are disarmed and conditioned to wait for the police to protect them. The farther out looters and arsonists go, the worse things will get for them. We’ve already seen small towns run them off.

They should start wearing camo instead of black.

The antichrist’s troops may have a false sense of safety because they’ve prepared to engage the police in cities. The thing is, the police are pussycats. They have to obey orders. They have to wear cameras. They’re forced to use non-lethal weapons. Civilians aren’t like that. They have real guns and zero oversight.

Because suburban and rural homes and businesses are relatively hard targets compared to urban ones, one would expect the leftist carnage and cruelty to be focused in cities. Of course, that has historically been the case. Rioters and looters are like animals that defecate in their own nests. Cowards who run from the strong attack the weak, and people who are too sorry to work will often be too sorry to travel. Also, many urban guerrillas don’t own cars.

Many people on the left and right seem delighted by the prospect of civil war. I suppose this is how people who have never seen real war think. It may sound like fun while you’re sitting at home cleaning your guns or filling bottles with pee, but it’s not fun when bodies start dropping and survivors have to be fitted with artificial limbs and colostomy bags.

Anyway, if the rapture comes, maybe nominal Christians who live nearby will need to use what I leave behind, to buy themselves time. I hope I’m not here with them.

On a personal level, I keep trying to get God’s help cleaning up my inner filth. I’m much better than I was 10 years ago, but the standard is Jesus, not my old self. I still let God down substantially from time to time.

I had a wonderful revelation. I think all improvement comes through divine revelation and impartation.

I’ll explain the revelation. I thought about gifts I had received from people who loved me. For purposes of this blog entry, you can think about things your mother gave you. You know how that works. She gives you something that really doesn’t work out, but 20 years later, you can’t throw it out, because your mom gave it to you. She saw it on the shelf, and she thought about her baby. She thought about how much she missed you, and she thought about you opening your present and remembering how much she loved you.

Then it turned out you didn’t have all that much use for a bread machine, so you put it in the garage and told yourself you would give it away. But you didn’t.

Every good thing we have is like that bread machine, except that the good things God gives us work.

It’s easy to get used to thinking of God as an enraged father who is fed up with your shenanigans. Things look different when you remember he’s a warm-hearted, generous father who delights in choosing things for you. It makes you feel bad about complaining and about not taking care of his gifts.

This is the person I let down when I sin. Maybe I have made him angry on occasion, but the Bible says I am like a son in whom he delights. My mother and father certainly had faults, but I know what it is to have two parents who delight in me. If I appreciate what they did for me, in their imperfection, how much more should I appreciate what God has done for me?

Thinking about this helps me with gratitude, humility, and obedience.

America is turning into a toilet because we have made ourselves fatherless. What do you see when you watch Antifa and BLM agitators hitting old people, breaking windows, stealing in mobs, and burning buildings? Punks. People who would never, ever do those things if their fathers were beside them. People who need guidance and discipline.

People are like dogs. When you walk a dog, it will see and smell interesting things, and it will try to run off to investigate. That’s when you yank the leash, tighten the choke collar, and make it clear that kind of behavior isn’t allowed to happen. People get stupid, disgraceful ideas. We pursue them. If we’re young and our parents are nearby, we get taken to the woodshed, and that helps prevent us from becoming useless punks. Fathers are generally the most effective dispensers of discipline.

Human fathers are extremely important, but they are just shadows of the father we really need. We cut off his influence when churches slandered the Holy Spirit and did away with the Holy Spirit baptism and prayer in tongues. We reduced God’s ability to correct us. This is why so many Americans think it’s okay to defecate on police cars and take over cities. It would be a great help if God sent out millions of angels who looked just like John Wayne, to shatter tailbones with steel-toed boots. It would save a lot of punks from destruction. Unfortunately, this is not the way God works. Bringing his order into the world has always been man’s job, not God’s.

I can think of a lot of occasions on which a devastating kick to the rear end would have changed the course of my life for the better.

My parents failed me. My dad was an atheist, and he was selfish and brutal. My mother was a nominal Christian. They didn’t put me in touch with God. They often spoiled me, because it was easy for them. Spoiling is a form of neglect.

Systematically, they failed to correct me. It’s a wonder I’m not worse than I am. Fortunately, God gave us this promise: “When my father and my mother forsake me, then the Lord will take me up.” That’s the only reason I am not headed for destruction.

My guess is that people see that verse and think it means God will protect them and give them things. I suppose that’s correct, but fathers and mothers are supposed to prune and shape us like trees. Apart from salvation, these are the best things God does for us. He takes us up and fixes the things our parents ruined.

For a long time, I’ve prayed for God to help me and the people on my prayer list not to be punks.

Churches don’t seem to talk about this. They let the punks teach them. Churches are full of awful ghetto music. Preachers and even their wives cover themselves with trashy tattoos. They try to turn Jesus into an MTV host. When the Holy Spirit is ignored, things like prophecy and healing stop, and church becomes painfully boring. Then preachers try to tart it up by adding worldly features. Meanwhile, the Bible reminds us to “remain unspotted from the world.”

The purpose of the crucifixion was to lift us, not to lower Jesus.

I can still see across the gun room, so maybe it’s time to buy more cartridges. Hope we meet in a better place while someone else is shooting up my ammo.

The End of Days Is no Excuse for Bad Cooking or Poor Shooting

I dare anyone to say I don’t make great use of my time.

Today two wonderful things happened. I got over the local-pizza-ingredient hump, and I put a new scope on my Thompson Center Venture rifle.

I probably should not be thinking about pizza, but the pandemic and the mythical food shortages associated with it shift one’s thoughts in the direction of shopping and cooking, and I am a casualty. Early in the crisis, flour disappeared from shelves, and when it reappeared, bread flour lagged by at least two months. I bought some wheat gluten before everyone else thought of it, and I started fooling around with it. I tried to make baguettes, for example.

Pizza is a mysterious food. It only has three major ingredients, and preparation is extremely simple, but it’s one of the hardest things to figure out how to make. I figured it out when I lived in Miami. It turned out ingredients were extremely critical. I had to use certain things, or it didn’t work. Then I moved north, and I was no longer able to get those things.

You can use just about any flour to make a great Sicilian pizza, but for some reason, thin pizza doesn’t work that way. Most of the flour at your local grocery just won’t cut it. The texture or the flavor or both will be off. Bread flour works well, and some bread flours are better than others. Some people insist on Caputo 00 flour from Italy. It’s a low-ash flour without much gluten. I tried it, and I didn’t think much of it.

A local store started stocking King Arthur bread flour a couple of weeks back, so naturally, I have been making pizza. The flour gave me good results, but I was not completely happy.

I researched, and I decided I should try diastatic malt powder. This is a dough conditioner. You add a small amount to your flour, and it makes the product blow up better and brown better in the oven. I couldn’t find it around here, but Amazon sells it. Today I put a little bit in my flour, and the result was very good. The dough browned earlier, it blew up better, and it wasn’t as chewy as it had been in previous efforts. It rose fast, and the flavor was good.

I knew something good was happening when I rolled the proofed dough out and started tossing it. It had a silky feel to it, and it opened up beautifully. It didn’t even try to tear. Tossing a 10″ pie took less than a minute. It was a snap. I don’t know how malt works, but it worked great today, and I plan to keep using it.

I also tried a new tomato product. Nearly all of the tomato products stores sell are useless for pizza. The manufacturers use unripe tomatoes or the wrong varieties. It’s easy to get or make a sauce that looks red and tasty, but when you take a bite of a slice, you will know you’ve been had.

My go-to sauce is Saporito, from the Stanislaus company. It’s tomato paste, basil, and citric acid. It’s very sweet and fruity. I doctor it up with a few things, and it’s excellent. But I can’t get it around here.

I’ve been trying various items from local stores. Today I decided to try Muir Glen “organic” paste. I put “organic” in quotation marks because “organic” is an empty Pavlovian stimulus which motivates people to spend three times as much for food that isn’t any better. There are no real standards for organic food production, except that you have to put “organic” on the label.

The can says Muir Glen is made in Central California, and the Muir Glen website shows big Roma tomatoes, just like the ones Stanislaus uses. Stanislaus is a California company.

I combined some paste with garlic powder, oil, salt, oregano, and a couple of other things, and I put it on a crust made with diastatic malt. I used sliced Sargento mozzarella and sliced Boar’s Head fontina. I sprinkled oregano and salt on top of the cheese, and I baked at 500° on a preheated stone. I can’t do better than 500° with my oven.

The pizza was very nice. I used too much cheese and not enough sauce, but it was a lot better than pies I had made earlier in the week. I feel like my suffering is over. Not that I plan to make a lot of pizza. I was just frustrated because I couldn’t figure out how to do it with things I could buy here.

I really want to make garlic rolls with malt, but I have to maintain some self-control.

I can supply the ingredient list, if you want to try it.

INGREDIENTS

125 grams King Arthur bread flour
80 grams warm water
2 tsp. instant yeast
1/2 tsp. salt
1/4 tsp. diastatic malt

You can add oil to make it softer. My understanding is that you should knead, add oil, and knead again. Some food reason I no longer recall.

I gave it a pretty decent “kneading” in the food processor, going for at least 30 seconds after it formed a ball. I prepared the pizza on a square of non-stick foil, which I removed from the stone after two minutes. You just pull it out from under the pizza. If you use this method, you won’t have to try to shove a sticky raw pizza off a peel. You put it on the foil, and the foil slides off, taking the pizza with it. After two minutes of cooking on the foil, the crust is strong enough to tolerate having the foil yanked out.

As for the rifle, some Seekins scope rings arrived today, and I was able to mount a Vortex Viper PST 6-24×50 on it. This is a discontinued scope I bought accidentally. I was going to return it, but I decided it would be more than adequate for .204 Ruger, which is only useful at or below 400 yards. I think I did a good job of mounting it. I used a torque wrench and all that. I changed the trigger spring two days ago, so now I have a killer varmint rig with a very light touch. I still have my ATN night scope, so I have the Vortex for daytime, and if I ever decided to try shooting coons at night, I’ll have the ATN ready to go.

Very nice. It’s wonderful when you get a firearm working correctly. I can’t wait to zero the scope and see what the gun can do. Based on earlier results with a scope which is hard to use, I have high hopes of being able to put 10 rounds in a 1″ circle at 100 yards.

People call the Venture a cheap gun. Maybe so. I have never shot an expensive bolt rifle, so I don’t know what I’m missing. I think the most expensive bolt guns I’ve shot were a 6mm and a 30.06, probably Remington, when I was a kid. With the Venture, I have what appears to be a phenomenal trigger and a highly accurate gun, so what’s not to love? The bolt has been very sticky, and that led me to blow a hole in the pasture while trying to close it, but I have been running it back and forth in order to loosen it up, and it seems to be working. I should be able to make it nice and slick with some effort. After that, it will be really hard to see what an additional thousand dollars would have bought me.

On Wednesday, the scope base for my .17 HMR should arrive, unless it’s in the mailbox already. Then I can put an Athlon scope on my Savage 93R, and I’ll be all set for inexpensive, nearly recoil-free 100-yard practice.

Scoped rifles have been a source of frustration for me, and a lot of it has been equipment-related. By the end of the week, I should have 3 rifles set up well with MRAD scopes, and I may even have my AR-15 set up correctly. After that, I should be able to focus on learning to shoot instead of subduing uncooperative weapons.

I’m not shooting today because I don’t want to make my neighbors miserable. Any sane person should be satisfied with three sessions a week.

That’s what I’m telling myself at the moment.

I’m blessed to have a few readers who give me good advice and save me from myself. Jim from the now-defunct Smoke on the Water pops in from time to time to cut through the BS I’ve read and heard. Recently, he provided some tips on leveling scopes, which is a BS-intensive topic from one end to the other. I believe I will only need such information for my Ruger Precision Rifle and LR-308, because nothing else I have will shoot far enough to make leveling matter. Anyway, his comment will be there when I need it.

I still want to get a Tikka T3x in 6.5 Creedmoor. I do not hunt at all, apart from small annoying creatures of the sort taxidermists hide in their back rooms, but I have dreams of getting out there and trying, and I need at least one rifle for large game. The hunting picture is not rosy for me. There is nothing worth shooting (legally) on this property, and I feel funny about wandering around on public land wearing day-glo overalls, surrounded by beer-drunk weekend warriers with itchy trigger fingers and cataracts. Even if I did get out there and try, I don’t know what to do with a whole deer, and I can’t make myself shoot a bird smaller than a turkey. That’s what owning parrots will do to you. It’s really too bad pigs don’t come to visit.

I could pay for a guide and shoot some pigs on a hunting property, but that’s a little bit like going outside and shooting one of the cattle. I hope they would at least let me get out of the truck.

I shouldn’t joke. I remember shooting a rabbit from my grandfather’s Buick Riviera. He was a great grandfather.

My 6.5 Creedmoor dies arrived. I’m waiting for a case trimmer. I think I ordered bullets and powder. Yes, I remember it now. Primers are on their way to the nearest Bass Pro. Once my rifles are functioning, I’ll be able to think about making my first rifle rounds.

That’s all that’s happening here, apart from the apocalypse. Hope you’re enjoying it as much as I am.

Kindly Stop Breathing Near Me

What’s going on with coronavirus? I wish I knew.

My county is up to 6,573 known cases, or about 2.2% of the population, based on a mental calculation I just did, which I am too lazy to check.

Does it mean the virus is spreading as quickly as the number suggests, or does it mean we’re just testing a lot?

You tell me.

The number of coronavirus deaths here is currently 89. That’s about 5 times what it was a couple of months ago. The known-case number has multiplied by something roughly like 20, but the death number is not keeping pace. That seems to suggest that the real infection rate has probably only multiplied by about 5, and that suggests testing is the main driving force behind the known-case number.

Of course, there are reasons why no one can rely on any of these figures. For one thing, medical institutions have big financial incentives to attribute deaths to coronavirus. Because medical people lean left, they also have political incentives. People in my area are talking about falsified records, and I have no reason to doubt what they say. The tests aren’t very good, and people lie.

Another problem: roughly a third of our known cases come from prisons. That’s a freak thing. This county has a lot of prison–not just jail–beds. Compared to other counties, we have more prisoners per capita. Prisons are not normal environments. The residents are confined in very small spaces, and that’s the single most important factor in coronavirus transmission. Also, a disproportionate number are black, and black people are more susceptible to infection.

Prisons are getting a disproportionate death rate. I suppose people in prison are more likely to have underlying conditions. They are not responsible people. A lot of them are probably former smokers. Many are probably obese. Then there is AIDS. And hepatitis C.

Another strange thing: women make up a big portion of the known cases. Is that because we have women’s prisons? Search me.

Anyway, you can’t look at a 2.2% known-infection rate and draw solid conclusions.

For months now, I’ve been hoping the bug would turn out to be more contagious than it appeared. The experts kept telling us it was more contagious than the flu, but the infection numbers are still nowhere close to those we see in an average flu year. The flu takes around 120 days to generate the bulk of its statistics. The consensus is that Coronavirus has been in America for at least 7 months, but a smart person who knows there is air travel between here and China pretty much has to conclude that it actually got here by December 1, 2019. Whether the correct guess is 7 months or over 8 months, if this had been the flu, we would have had something like 40 million known cases by May 1, and unless we are failing to detect cases, that hasn’t happened.

If coronavirus really is more contagious than the flu, then maybe half of Americans have already had it. If that’s true, then it’s typically very, very mild. If it were not, we would have noticed the huge wave of sick people.

We have moderately large wave of people who are known to be infected, and we have a much smaller wave of people who have had symptoms.

The other day, some expert said he thought we probably had 50 million cases. I hope he’s right. That would mean the disease was not as severe as the hype suggested, and it would also mean we were pretty far into the process and therefore much closer to recovery than official figures suggest.

But you can’t trust any of the numbers, so what do I know?

The people who ALLEGEDLY died from coronavirus here were almost all afflicted with “underlying conditions.” We have 89 deaths, including 86 victims with preexisting health problems. That’s a comforting 97%. Unless you have an underlying health condition. Then it’s an extremely alarming 97%.

The news says nearly every infected person here has a known source of infection. That sounds very encouraging. It suggests you’re not likely to wake up sick with no explanation, and that suggests you have some control.

It looks like the local mask ordinance is gone. The city Karens or whatever they’re called passed an ordinance for the city, but the mayor vetoed it. Not sure why. I would have to pay money to read the story; forget that. I don’t think it matters, because businesses have signs up. No mask, no Big Mac. As is so often the case, the private sector is well able to look after itself without government coercion.

I read some interesting stuff today. They say the polio vaccine and pneumonia vaccines may confer some resistance. I’ve had a bunch of polio vaccines. I don’t know if that’s normal. Either you’re supposed to get more than one, or my mother let them give them to me because we moved around and didn’t keep my medical records. I know I’ve had more than one, because I remember how they tasted.

I wonder if I should get a pneumonia vaccine. I don’t see how it can hurt. I should definitely get a flu shot.

I have also read that they suspect that asymptomatic people don’t get sick because they’ve had other coronaviruses, or similar viruses, in the past. That would be great news. When I was a kid, I got a cold about once a month. I must have had everything by now. It would also suggest that vaccines will be incredibly effective. If a cold I had 5 years ago can protect me, surely a vaccine can.

I don’t worry. I think I already had coronavirus, I think God will look after me even if I’m wrong, I have no underlying conditions, I do well with respiratory stuff, and I do not care at all if I die. And besides, worry is sin, it’s faith in Satan, it’s unpleasant, and there is nothing good about it. Not one thing.

Do I worry about other people? Well, if worry is wrong, it’s wrong, no matter who you’re worrying about. I don’t worry about other people. I can’t do anything for them anyway, apart from prayer. I’m doing that.

I keep feeling that the rapture is coming this year. I now, officially, hope this is true. I don’t want to see anyone go through the tribulation unnecessarily, but the more I see of 2020 humanity, the more I am weary of us, and the more weary I think God must be. It must be unpleasant, watching us at each other’s throats over a mild disease, knowing almost none of us will get the message and fast and repent. He offers us all the solutions to our problems, and we are scrapping over masks and disinfecting wipes.

A sea of lies is spewing from leftists these days. It reminds me of the red dragon story from the Revelation. I’m so tired of lies. It doesn’t bother me that people are wrong, but many lies demand a response. Lying works, at least in the short term. I’m tired of contending with liars.

When I think of lies, I think about my sister. She never took responsibility for anything that happened to her. Everyone was out to get her. She was a saint, surrounded by villainous scum. She lied constantly, aggrandizing and exonerating herself and accusing other people of dishonesty. She denied she was a drug addict. She denied being arrested in Florida and Kentucky, even though the whole family knew what had happened. She accused my dad of raping her, in front of two people who had no idea whether it was true or not. She almost got him in serious trouble by accusing a mafioso’s kid of raping her; my dad went to the kid’s house to give him a beating, and fortunately, no one was home. She accused my dad of breaking her arm. She tried to get me in trouble, claiming I kicked her dog. My dad was also accused, and he wasn’t even in the room when the incident supposedly occurred.

You can imagine how tiresome it is, dealing with someone like that for decades. You can never address a problem involving a person like that in an efficient way. First, you have to have an elaborate trial, with testimony, proving that person’s version of the facts is a lie. Then you have to deal with the people that person convinced. Then when you get past one smokescreen of lies, that person puffs out another one, and you’re off to the races again.

Lying is quick and easy. That’s why Satan does it. Refuting lies is a big, big job.

Antifa is based on lies. BLM is based on lies. Leftism is based on lies. Anti-white and anti-Christian bigotry are based on lies. We swim in lies all day. In a healthy society, the truth would be settled and widely known, and people would work together for common ends. We can’t do that. We have an adversarial system. The group that lies and yells the loudest and the most persistently wins.

I’m tired of arguing and refuting. I don’t do nearly as much of it as I used to. I try not to do it at all. Imagine how tired God must be.

We all want immunity these days. Unfortunately, immunity can be fatal. Many, many of us have become immune to the truth. We treat it like a disease. We social-distance from people who spread it. This is what will bring the rapture to pass. When God decides people are so bone-headed the effort of persuading them is no longer worth tolerating the contempt, dishonesty, arrogance, and cruelty, he will pull the plug. Our presence here has to serve a purpose, and once it becomes clear we can’t serve that purpose to a satisfactory degree, we will be pulled out.

Today. Tomorrow. Ten minutes from now. I’m ready. If we can get a real revival worth the abuse we’ll put up with, I’m all for staying, but things do not look good.

I’ve often said the flood was like a flea dip for the earth. I’m sure Noah and his family grieved for the people who died, but imagine the peace they had when they came out of the ark. Imagine having all the annoying, venomous people in your life disappear. That’s what the rapture will be like. People who are removed will find themselves in a world where everyone is in agreement with them, and the rest will be like a swarm of gnats with no one left to bite and drain except each other.

I am not going to worry about other people. I will speak the truth and pray for them, but that’s it. I’m not going to stress myself. If they want to stay here after the rapture and go through hell on earth, that’s their choice. They will still be able to be saved. Maybe when the trees burn up and the fish die and people beg for death, they’ll change their minds. If not, they were not worth pursuing in the first place.

I have no doubt that there are many people in hell who still accuse God and his children and refuse to admit fault. The willful irrationality of human beings knows no limits. I think many, many people will realize God is real during the tribulation yet will continue to revile and defy him. The fact that people are going to be lost shouldn’t destroy our peace. It’s a normal part of the human experience, and it can’t be helped.

Lee Dies Ruin my Day

I have an extremely important message for all users of the Internet.

Do not use Lee carbide 9mm dies on a Hornady Lock n Load AP progressive press.

A while back, I loaded up on 9mm semiwadcutter bullets. I wanted them for practice, and they’re also not bad for self-defense. Then I found out I didn’t actually have 9mm dies.

All the dies I had were made by Hornady, and I wondered if I was cheating myself by not trying companies like RCBS, Lyman, Lee, and Redding. I ordered a set of Lee carbide dies.

The carbide was what got me going. If you use carbide dies, you don’t have to use case lube, and presumably, carbide dies will last a long time.

I took these things out of the package a few days ago. The first thing I noticed was that they didn’t have Hornady-style locking rings. They had weird rings with slots cut into them for grip. It took me a minute to realize they were locking rings.

I stuck the dies on my press, and guess what. They didn’t fit. The threaded parts of the dies were maybe 3/8 of an inch too short. When I screwed them into the press deeply enough to make them work, the locking rings, which were on the upper side of the press (where they should be) were barely engaged. Only a thread or two held them on. At least one of the dies seemed to wobble when I pushed on it.

I Googled around and learned that this is a well-known design flaw. It’s amazing that Lee let it happen. There are probably less than 8 prominent companies that make reloading equipment, and they don’t make a huge number of products. Hornady’s press is very popular, Lee knows about it, and they made no effort to make their dies work with it.

I’ll tell you how you solve the problem. You buy new dies. That’s what I did. But you can also move the locking rings from the top of the press to the underside of the die platform. It allows you to screw the dies down where they need to be without sacrificing locking rings.

The problem with this crude solution is that you end up with dies that take a long time to swap. With Hornady dies, you just twist the die and the whole assembly pops out. The locking ring comes with it. With Lee dies, you have to remove the locking ring first, and Lee makes them tight and puts some kind of sticky goop on the threads to make the rings harder to turn. It’s probably great when you use a Lee press and you’re able to put the rings where they should be, but it’s a royal pain if you own the press I have.

I managed to crank out a few rounds, but I ordered Hornady dies anyway.

Figuring out which dies I wanted took hours. It’s not as simple as it sounds. When I bought dies years ago, they all came with roll crimpers. A roll crimp turns the mouth of the casing inward, and if your crimp is too heavy, it makes the metal bulge out slightly below the mouth. Then you get a round that won’t chamber. This is not a great design for most pistols I own.

There are a couple of other options. One, which I’ll get rid quickly by discussing it first, is the Lee Factory Crimp die. I’m not sure I understand this thing completely, but my understanding is that it pushes a sort of sleeve down over the casing and sizes it from the mouth down. This tightens the casing on the round and makes it less likely that the cartridge won’t chamber. It also makes it less likely that the bullet will be pushed deeper into the casing while its being handled and chambered and so on.

Problem: it’s a Lee product, and it has short threads. Forget that.

The other option is a taper crimp. This compresses the mouth of the casing without forming a rolled area or a bulge. I decided I wanted this.

Now I had to decide. Did I want a set with a separate crimping die, or did I want a set with a single die that crimps and also seats the bullet?

It turned out I had no choice. The Hornady set with the dual-function die cannot be had. The apocalypse has dried up the supply. But I learned that this was a good thing, because a separate crimping die produces better results, and it’s easier to adjust two dies than one dual die.

I found what may have been the last Hornady three-die set on earth, and I ordered it. Before you ask, I could not find other brands. That may not be entirely true. Redding may have a set that costs $200. I didn’t bother with products like that. I also ordered a Hornady taper crimp die.

The set comes with a dual-purpose die, but I can fix it so it seats bullets but does not crimp them. It will go size and decap, expand, fill, seat, crimp.

There will be no room for a Powder Cop, but I think they’re stupid for short casings anyway.

I the end, if I manage to sell the Lee dies, I figure I will come out $50 in the hole. That’s life.

I’ve only made 5 charged rounds, and something is going on with the press. When I pull the handle, the press moves until it gets to a certain point, and then it stops. Then if I push it harder, something gives way, and it finishes the cycle. That’s not good. I seem to produce good ammo, but I have to be very careful with every turn of the handle. I think I’ll end up producing a lot of rounds that have to go through twice. I’m going to leave it alone and start over with the new dies.

I’m using Missouri Bullet cast semiwadcutters. The Missouri Bullet company is not brave like other companies. They will not publish load data. This may be why other bullet makers are more successful. Oregon Trails, for example, wrote a whole handbook which you can download for nothing. Missouri Bullet is cowed by lawyers, so you have to find data for similar bullets and do your own work-ups.

I couldn’t find anything that was really good. I admit, I forgot to check the Lyman manual. Accurate publishes load data (brave) which you can download, and I found a recipe that looked okay. It was for an Oregon Trail bullet I had on hand. Problem: that bullet is shorter than the Missouri SWC. That means using the same overall length will push the bullet farther into the casing. This can increase the pressure and cause problems. How big would the problems be? How would I know?

I measured the bullets and found that the Missouri SWC was 0.06″ longer. I decided to increase the OAL by a fraction of that number, and I used a conservative charge. I ended up with bullets that did about 1080 fps, which is fine for 9mm. The casings looked good, so I don’t think I have pressure issues.

These bullets have lube grooves. Lube is wax. Lube grooves are deep, wide slots that go around the bases of bullets, and they are packed with wax. Because of my long AOL, my bullets each had one groove exposed.

I had to read about this. I found out it’s not a big problem. The cartridges will work. Wax can get on things, however, and I don’t like that. I’m thinking I’ll decrease the OAL and see what happens. I read the SAAMI specs, and I will be well within them. That doesn’t mean it will work, but it means I’m not off the reservation.

I would like to get up to maybe 1175 fps. That figure appears in published loads. It would be really nice to go that fast with 9mm.

You’ll never guess which powder I ended up using. Not unless you’re a stalker who actually reads everything I write and remembers it. I found that Accurate No.7 was a top choice. Is there anything that powder can’t do? If you have No.7 and Unique, you can load just about anything. No.7 is extremely versatile, and it’s also flash-suppressed.

So I used No.7. Not.

I have a bunch of BE-86, and I didn’t have a use for it. It’s also flash-suppressed, and it works for this bullet. It’s what I decided to use. I am very happy.

Now my press is set up for 9mm, but I can’t use it. I have to find another firearm job to do while I wait for new dies.

I’m thinking of buying Lehigh Defense bullets for self-defense. I keep reading about them. They look like Phillips screwdrivers, and they’re solid copper. They have provided very destructive results in testing. They also go through barriers like crazy. Ordinary hollow points have problems with things like windshields and drywall, and if they clog with fabric on the way into a perp, they don’t expand. A Lehigh Defense Xtreme Defender will go right through a windshield, even at an angle, and it doesn’t have to expand, so it doesn’t care about clothing. Bonus: they only weigh 65 grains, so the recoil is light, assisting with followup shots.

A guy on Youtube shot right through heavy bulletproof glass with Lehigh bullets.

A lot of people sneer at these bullets. Yeah. I remember sneering at Facebook. Look where it is now. I saw a Youtube expert say he wouldn’t trust them until they had been tested on live animals and so on. So I guess he only buys hollowpoints that were tested on live animals using the scientific method? What brand would that be?

One of the most lethal and experienced police gunfighters wrote about the real-life problems he had in shootouts. His name is Jim Cirillo. He made it clear that failure to penetrate was a huge problem. He shot a man in the skull with a .38, and the bullet slid around his head under the scalp and never entered the cranium. He and a partner shot a man in the face a number of times, and the same thing happened. The man got up and walked to the police car with them. If he had been up against unarmed women, he could still have raped and murdered them.

Cirillo thought developing bullets that actually get inside criminals was extremely important, and he dedicated years to trying to develop something that worked. He came up with something similar to the Xtreme Defender, but he never perfected it. He wanted something that penetrated auto glass and sheet metal. It looks like Lehigh and some other companies are following his lead.

Lehigh says its bullets are extremely destructive inside a body. This may or may not be true in practice. Maybe they’re no better than hollowpoints. But they have the advantage of piercing things like leather and heavy fabric much better, and right or wrong, testing suggests they will do more damage than hollowpoints. They may be a smart bet.

I’ve seen Paul Harrell, the Youtube guru, test these things. He shot what looked like a 2″ group at 10 yards. This is not great by his standards, and he said as much, but on the other hand, how much will 1″ groups help you when punks attack you in a parking lot? You, the punks, and the coroner will never see the difference between 1″ rounds and 2″ rounds.

Harrell uses a hilarious meat target to evaluate rounds. Xtreme Defenders tore it up like nothing else. He uses watermelons to simulate lungs, and the bullets destroyed them. The issue here is that watermelons aren’t stretchy. Does that mean Xtreme Defenders won’t do all that much damage to lungs, which can stretch and recover? Well, he had pork on both sides of the watermelon, and the pork was ripped up pretty badly. Pork is like human flesh. It suggests, but doesn’t prove, the bullets will work.

Job 1 is to be able to hit important body parts by shooting well. Job 2 is to get the bullets inside the criminal so they can do their work. Everything else takes a backseat.

I’m thinking it over.

As I’ve often said, I have zero interest in shooting anyone, and I have doubts about my willingness to send unsaved people to hell in order to survive on this miserable earth, but when you own equipment designed for a certain purpose, the natural thing is to try to make it work well.

I received a new bolt shroud for my Ruger Precision Rifle. This is a part that attaches to the bolt, obviously. The stock part lets the bolt rattle around a lot. This is annoying, because when you pull the bolt back and then try to move it forward to chamber a round, it may actually bind and get stuck. I don’t mean it gets stuck to where you need a hammer, but you may have to wobble the bolt and push a second time. It’s amazing that Ruger let this happen.

Should I care about a sticky bolt? Yes. I don’t like moving around between shots. You want things to be consistent. If you take your face off your buttstock (that sounds bad) between rounds, you upset everything. I want “BOOM-click-click-BOOM,” not “BOOM-click-rattle-rattle-curse-shove-BOOM.” I don’t actually curse, but the temptation is there.

Today I’ll install the bolt shroud. That should take almost two minutes.

I look forward to trying it. I also got a larger rear bag, and I’m hoping the improved bolt and less-fiddly bag will close up my groups.

I’m also going to see if I can set my Savage 93R in .17 HMR up with a new Athlon scope. I did all the math for the scope, base, and rings, but when I tried putting them together on my AR-15 for laughs, I found out there was an additional factor. Even if your rings and rifle work with your tube and bell, things can bump into the eyepiece, which has a larger diameter than the tube. I couldn’t check the scope on the Savage because I was waiting for a suitable base to attach.

I made an error when I ordered the base. Reflexively, I ordered a 20-MOA base. This is a base with a 20-MOA downward slope toward the front. When you shoot long distances, you may have to drop your barrel over 40 MOA, and you can run out of clicks. An angled base will help. Sadly, I forgot that no one shoots .17 HMR at really long distances. For prey, you can do 300 yards at best. You can shoot longer distances if you’re just happy to hit anything. So I have a 20-MOA base I don’t need. When I set up at 100 yards, I’ll be starting out 20 MOA in the hole.

I don’t know if it will matter. I think I’m going to attach it and use it. If it turns out to be wrong, I can change it later.

If the rings I bought work with the Savage, I’ll be able to set it up today, and I might even be able to zero it.

I already entered the Savage and my Thompson Center .204 in my Kestrel calculator. You have to name your guns. I chose Betty and Veronica. When it comes to the Ruger, I’m torn between Naomi and Tyra.

The weather people are making horrible predictions. I choose not to believe them. It will NOT rain heavily for 10 consecutive days. I’m not having it. I’m going to get the Ruger zeroed, I may get somewhere with the Savage, and there is hope that I will even make it to a gun range.

To sum up:

1. Do not ever buy Lee dies for any reason.

2. Taper crimping is what you want.

3. Lehigh Xtreme Defender bullets seem pretty good.

4. Rings that fit your tube may bump into other things, so don’t throw out the packaging your rings come in.

5. Do not buy a 20-MOA base for a rifle that can’t shoot longer than 400 yards. I think.

6. Accurate No.7 is the flubber of powder. It does just about everything.

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It’s like something is trying to prevent me from shooting.

I installed the new Anarchy Outdoors titanium bolt shroud on the Ruger Precision Rifle, and it’s wonderful. Installation literally takes 10 seconds once you have the bolt out. Now the bolt slides in and out like greased glass. But when I tried to put the new scope base on the Savage 93R, it turned out Amazon had let me down. I needed a base with a 1-5/8″ ejection recess, as described in the ad, and they sent me one with a 1-3/8″ recess. In case you have a Savage 93R with a 1-5/8″ port, you need the EGW base, model 41602. That’s assuming you want 20 MOA.

I have a Smaug-like mass of .17 HMR, and I can’t shoot it because of scope problems. I could just slap the old Burris back on the rifle, but I really want to use an MRAD scope.

On the up side, the low Seekins rings I bought for the Athlon scope are the perfect height, so I don’t have to go through with an Amazon return. I ordered two sets of higher rings. I’ll send one set back and keep one for the T/C Venture. I was concerned Amazon would give me problems because I had already messed up the packaging on the low rings.

I can’t reload 9mm. I can’t shoot the Savage. I can’t shoot the Venture.

I have a jug of Vihtavuori powder for .45 ACP. I have enough bullets to crank out about 300 rounds of JHP. I guess I could do that. I can still shoot the AR-15 and the RPR, and of course, there are always .22’s. Life could be worse.

If You Want the Facts, Ask God for Yourself

If you’re reading this, you missed the Creator’s Calendar rapture.

I wrote about this a day or two back. Someone came to my Youtube channel and posted an article-length comment in support of the Creator’s Calendar, which is a doctrine adhered to by certain fringe Christians. Somehow or other, it’s based on the full moon. This person asked me to take his comment out of spam so it would be published, but I felt strongly that I was not supposed to do that, so I deleted it.

His theory was that the rapture would occur today when the sun set in Jerusalem. I looked up the time. It was 12:33 p.m. Eastern. As I write this, it is 1:00, so the sun has been down in Jerusalem for almost half an hour.

I will go out on a limb and say I don’t think the rapture has taken place. If it has, no one has published anything Google News can pick up.

It will be interesting to see what the Creator’s Calendar guy says in his next video.

A lady predicted the rapture would hit on July 22. Last time I checked, after the critical time had passed, she seemed undaunted. There were people who thought the 25th was the day. Nothing happened, unless the rapture was so small no one noticed.

If you pick a rapture date, and it passes with no discernible change, you have to draw one of two conclusions. You were wrong, or you were deemed unworthy to go. If you made your prediction with great confidence, you should be humble when it turns out to be false. You shouldn’t make up a new theory to explain it.

My big issue with the Creator’s Calendar is that it appears to be the product of study. If you know the Bible, you know God doesn’t do much work through scholars. He reveals things through the Holy Spirit. This is understandable, because if people could figure things out with God’s help, they would exalt themselves. God hates pride. He does things for us so we can’t take credit. Of course, people who are proven wrong often continue exalting themselves as though nothing had happened.

Another problem with relying on study and intelligence is that it pretty much shuts people of lesser ability–a huge percentage of the population–out of intimacy with God. I can tell you from eyewitness experience that God uses lots of people who are not very bright. He fills them with smart ideas. One reason he does this is to humiliate self-anointed sages.

I look at rapture-related videos a lot. I almost always bypass the ones from channels with names like GOD’S ANOINTED MESSENGER or Holy Prophetess La-Qu’isha. I skip the ones featuring people in costumes. If you have a long grey beard, a bizarre robe, and a gold-plated cross a foot long on your chest, you’re playing a role, not hearing from God.

I like the videos ordinary people make in their poorly decorated bedrooms. Those people are less likely to be grifters and nutjobs.

I wish the rapture had been today. Would have been nice.

This morning, I tried to look something up on my phone, and somehow I ended up in a Bible app, looking at Isaiah 1. I don’t know if my fingers slipped or what. I decided to run with it. Isaiah 1 is all about the way God lets rebellious, prosperous nations have it. Along with the ensuing chapters, it seems tailor-made for 2020.

Take a look at this:

The ox knoweth his owner, and the ass his master’s crib: but Israel doth not know, my people doth not consider.

Ah sinful nation, a people laden with iniquity, a seed of evildoers, children that are corrupters: they have forsaken the Lord, they have provoked the Holy One of Israel unto anger, they are gone away backward.

That’s us. We think our prosperity came from an imaginary innate American superiority, hard work, or other sources. God gave us everything, and we’re looking to find any other explanation.

From the sole of the foot even unto the head there is no soundness in it; but wounds, and bruises, and putrifying sores: they have not been closed, neither bound up, neither mollified with ointment.

Your country is desolate, your cities are burned with fire: your land, strangers devour it in your presence, and it is desolate, as overthrown by strangers.

That sounds worse than what’s happening here now, but the types of curses described are the same as some of the ones we’re enduring. Disease and burning cities. As for strangers devouring our country, that’s a perfect description of illegal immigration.

This morning I saw a clip of the 2020 Democratic presidential debate. Until today, I didn’t know Jorge Ramos was a moderator. I was stunned. Ramos is not an American. He’s a hostile alien who supports his own people and government against America. Why not have Vladimir Putin or that Chinese guy whose name I can’t spell as a moderator? It’s obscene. It’s astounding that Americans have gotten this stupid. This kind of stupidity goes far beyond what natural causes can explain. It’s too severe. It has to be supernatural in origin.

If you read the Bible, you know God allows people to be deceived. Look at Isaiah 6:

Also I heard the voice of the Lord, saying, Whom shall I send, and who will go for us? Then said I, Here am I; send me.

And he said, Go, and tell this people, Hear ye indeed, but understand not; and see ye indeed, but perceive not.

Make the heart of this people fat, and make their ears heavy, and shut their eyes; lest they see with their eyes, and hear with their ears, and understand with their heart, and convert, and be healed.

The New Testament says homosexuality comes on people as a delusion because of rebellion. Isaiah seems to say the ancient Jews had their own homosexual pride movement. Look:

For Jerusalem is ruined, and Judah is fallen: because their tongue and their doings are against the Lord, to provoke the eyes of his glory.

The shew of their countenance doth witness against them; and they declare their sin as Sodom, they hide it not. Woe unto their soul! for they have rewarded evil unto themselves.

The Bible says Sodom sinned through selfishness, but generally, Sodom is mentioned as a place of sexual perversion.

We do the things cursed nations have done, but we expect to be blessed, because we think the God of the Bible is like the tooth fairy. Imaginary.

That’s a strange belief, in view of the fact that we only exist because he imagined us. There was a time when we were all imaginary.

I always say the rapture is necessary for the tribulation to start, because if Christians remained on the earth, their prayers would prevent it. And God doesn’t want his children to go through it, any more than he wants them to go to hell. Here’s something from Isaiah that supports my belief:

Except the Lord of hosts had left unto us a very small remnant, we should have been as Sodom, and we should have been like unto Gomorrah.

Hear the word of the Lord, ye rulers of Sodom; give ear unto the law of our God, ye people of Gomorrah.

The story of Sodom and Gomorrah is a picture of the tribulation. Abraham got God to promise him he would not destroy these cities if there were 10 righteous men in them. If God would have saved Sodom and Gomorrah for 10 people, he will protect the world while there are hundreds of millions of real Christians here.

Notice he calls the Hebrews rulers of Sodom and people of Gomorrah. He’s not talking to the heathens. The prophesy is for Judah. He’s saying the inhabitants of Judah might as well be Sodomites.

I keep feeling the rapture will be this year. I won’t promise you anything. I won’t tell you to quit your job or load up your credit cards. I won’t claim I know more about God’s calendar than the Jews. Angels haven’t sat in my living room and given me dictation. I haven’t been summoned to the throne of heaven in a vision I will describe in my special set of affordable DVD’s. If I were certain, I would say so. Until that time, I’m not going to say anything is written in stone.

I think it’s close, though.

Fake Forecast

As everyone who knows me knows, I’m a stoic kind of guy. I never complain about anything. It’s not my style. I’m just too manly. So I know people will realize it’s a big deal when I announce that my property is currently being pummeled by Hurricane Isaias, which I mistakenly called “Isaac” the other day.

It’s pretty bad. I would say we are getting gusts of up to 3 mph, if you get on the roof and run as fast as you can, and the skies are full of rain-laden clouds which could, conceivably, release some precipitation, some of which might possibly reach the ground before evaporating.

It’s exactly the kind of disaster you would expect if you had just read a story I saw this morning. Business Insider, also known as Trump Derangement Insider, says Governor DeSantis has declared a state of EMERGENCY EMERGENCY EMERGENCY in Florida, and HURRICANE Isaias is BARRELING toward the coast.

In typical alt-right fashion, the hurricane DENIERS at NOAA are calling Isaias a tropical storm, and their politicized maps show it prancing onshore in South Carolina as what I would call a Category .75.

The willful blindness is staggering. Can’t people see we need sensible gun control and a federal sensitivity commission that oversees the design of microaggressive pancake syrup bottles? How many times does this have to happen before we finally elect Vladimir Lenin’s pickled corpse president for life and declare the Salvation Army a terrorist organization?

I know what you’re thinking. Lenin was a white male. Not a problem. There is no reason why gender reassignment…I mean “confirmation”…surgery can’t take place post-mortem, and afterward, we can touch him up with a coat of brown Krylon.

I’m starting to wonder why I ever look at the news. I can’t help thinking about the old joke regarding the Soviet news agencies Tass and Pravda. “Tass” means “news,” and “Pravda” means “truth.” The Russians used to say, “The news is not truth, and the truth is not news.”

Hurricane news has been nearly worthless for a very long time. It was probably okay when we had three channels and Neil Frank used to go on the news and comfort us with his flattop, but now it’s an endless contest to see who can become most unhinged.

Every time the cone of certain death appears on NOAA’s website, a friend of mine sends me texts telling me we may have to endure the spectacle of Jim Cantore and his Land’s End jacket. I have been spared this time. I think he ought to go ahead and rig himself up with wires so he can appear to have his feet lifted off the ground. Better yet, CGI. He could lounge at home comfortably in boxers while his avatar Jim Headroom held onto a post and let his L.L. Bean duck shoes flap in a virtual breeze.

Isaias is the Smart Car of hurricanes. It qualifies for the title, but only in a way that waters down its meaning.

One of Donald Trump’s greatest achievements was coining and popularizing the term “fake news.” It condensed a pervasive understanding into a solid verbal bullet that could be fired at will from innumerable locations. It was as though America were a crime scene and Trump handed every one of us a can of luminol.

I learned something very interesting yesterday. The people who make up…I mean “compile”…our coronavirus statistics are including old cases in the total. If you get a test that says you USED to be infected, they say you’re a new case. It’s not a conspiracy theory. Bigwigs are apologizing publicly. I know coronavirus exists, and I think a big percentage of the upswing data we’re seeing is real, but I completely understand people who think the epidemic is nearly over. For all I know, they could be right.

I still don’t know a single person who has been diagnosed. We still have only two real celebrities who have died from coronavirus, and they’re not what you would call headliners. Roy Horn and that other guy. Now I have to look it up. Oh, right. Herman Cain. Of course, he was 74, he was already dying from cancer, and he was on chemotherapy. Where are the dead stars? There are none. And it’s not because they have money to protect themselves. Many very famous people are broke.

I keep having the feeling that if Obama were still in office, the MSM would be calling the epidemic itself an alt-right fantasy. I guess they wouldn’t go that far, but the coverage would be very, very different.

If you want to see coronavirus go away, just vote for Biden. A week after he’s elected, if he hasn’t already been forced to withdraw due to his suddenly obvious dementia, coronavirus will go away. It will be just like our war casualties. When Bush II was in office, the press published daily tallies of our military deaths. When Obama wafted into the White House, the stories ceased. I guess our enemies stopped shooting, out of reverence for the left’s messiah.

You have to wonder what the news will look like the day of the rapture. In many liberal cities, it won’t even be noticed, because so few people will be missing. It may take days for our city-bound journalists to realize something is wrong. Maybe they’ll accuse us of hiding. Which wouldn’t be entirely wrong.

“BREAKING NEWS: doctors add new item to coronavirus symptom list as millions of annoying people vanish. Fauci rages: ‘Masks could have prevented this!’ Scientists race to find new rationales for blaming Trump.”

It will be a looter’s jubilee. They’ll take all our liquor and jewelry and throw out the Bibles.

We finally have to wear masks here. I can’t go to Home Depot without one. Finally, I understand what other people have been going through. Masks are fine when you exhale, but when you inhale, they suck up against your nostrils and prevent air from entering. I always wondered why I saw so many people with masks slung under their chins. Now I get it. I do it, too. Expose mouth and nose. Walk down empty aisle. See someone approaching. Raise shields.

My post-upswing guess, based on the New York data, was that my county would top out at about 9,000 confirmed cases. Now I’m not so sure. We have prisons here, and the high rate of prison infections inflates the figures. If the old folks homes get hit, this county will have a major problem, because there seems to be one on every block. We might end up with an astronomical figure that has nearly no relationship to a typical person’s risk of infection. Applying data obtained from atypical people to the rest of us would be sort of like saying an average resident is likely to play shuffleboard and only wear orange.

It would be neat to find news I could trust. It would be neat if Santa and the Easter Bunny landed a Harrier sleigh in my yard and threw me 10 duffel bags full of rubies. Not sure which is less likely to happen.

As for me, I’m back to fasting. I went 9 days and then skipped a day. I was not happy with the way I acted and felt yesterday, so I’m fasting again. For a long time, I’ve asked God to help me fear him, and I have to say that my prayer has been answered. I think the rapture is imminent, I think I need God’s help in the turbulent, disaster-heavy end times regardless of whether the rapture comes soon, and I do not want to be here during the tribulation.

I have been thinking maybe I should fast until 3:00 every day from now on. Maybe I should throw in some all-day fasts. I invested a lot of time in messing myself up, so I should not be surprised if getting clean is not a quick process.

I still think I had coronavirus in February. I’m probably immune. If not, I probably won’t be infected, because coronavirus isn’t very contagious. If I’m infected, I probably won’t get very sick. If I die, I’m ready to go, and I don’t care. Nonetheless, I am trying to be somewhat responsible. I don’t like being sick, and a tiny percentage of coronavirus victims survive and have problems afterward. It’s not like mild sickness and death are the only options. There is an unpleasant middle path. And there is also the possibility that I could infect others.

I should be preparing for the flu. The infection rate is something like 10%–far higher than coronavirus–and the flu is awful. Through insurance, I’ve already paid for a vaccination. I ought to get that taken care of. They say it will halve my chances of getting sick. I haven’t had a shot since 2017, unless I had one and forgot. I made sure my dad got them while he was alive.

Tomorrow is August 4, and a fringe group says it’s the real Shavuot. They say the rapture will happen on that day. I think they’re completely wrong, but wouldn’t it be nice if they were right? Nothing could make me happier. I don’t care when it happens. Tomorrow. December. Next year. Whenever it happens, take me take me take me take me. A lot of leftists brag that they were at Woodstock. The rapture is the Christian Woodstock. You don’t want to have to say you weren’t there.

Every rapture prediction sparks a flame of hope in my heart, even when the predictions are clearly crazy.

I’m glad I had a chance to let everyone know how I was doing during the hurricane. I’m sure my tale of bravery and determination will inspire millions. It’s a good thing I’m so humble, because this is the kind of thing that makes people conceited.

There is a Difference

One of the problems with hearing from God is that you will find yourself in competition with a lot of people who have heard from things like the devil, insanity, a craving for attention, and indigestion. It’s always important to pray for guidance when someone tells you something that supposedly came from God, or when you think you’ve heard something from him.

I’ve watched Sid Roth many times. He has a show about supernatural things that happen to Christians. He has guests who have genuine revelations and so on, but he also hosts nuts and liars from time to time. They generally have books, CD’s, or DVD’s to sell. I’ve checked three of their products out, and none turned out to be worthwhile.

Sid has a Youtube channel, and the other day, he interviewed a guy named James Goll. This man says God visits him and so on. He says Trump will be reelected and that he will appoint a female “Esther” to the Supreme Court.

I have grave doubts about this guy. For one thing, he’s a self-promoter. Look how he introduced himself to Sid:

You know who you’re talking to. I am an intercessor. I’m also a teaching prophet, not only a declarative prophet.

Isn’t that pride?

What, exactly, is a teaching prophet? Is that like the guy who taught Amos, Jeremiah, and Samuel? As I recall, God himself taught them. If the new covenant is better than the old covenant, how come Old Testament prophets were taught by God and New Testament prophets have to have teachers? Does that make any sense?

Goll seems full of himself, and he also makes weird, inexplicable grimaces while he speaks. They remind me of tics. My personal belief about tics is that demons cause them. Something other than the proper inhabitant of a body tells the muscles to do silly things. If something is controlling your muscles, and it’s not you, who is it?

His whole demeanor is off-putting. He seems effeminate. He seems very angry. He’s unpleasant to watch. Spirit-led Christians are generally pleasant to be around. The Holy Spirit always brings harmony and affection.

He reminds me of someone who vanished from my life. This person lectured people, and he was usually angry. He spoke as though he had authority. He said a lot of useful things, but he got very involved with worldly projects and didn’t pray in tongues. If you don’t pray in tongues, you lack real revelation, but you can still fill up on the false kind. You can be led pretty far astray.

He used to invite people to get involved with his projects, saying they could work for him. The projects and jobs didn’t pan out, however. The rosy descriptions never matched reality. He persuaded a big company to do a job for him, and they invested a lot of money in preparation. Then they found out he didn’t have money to pay them. They sued, and he defaulted. He also said things about his technical background which I, as a former physicist, knew could not be true.

You always have to be careful about listening to self-promoters. Sometimes they’re like balloons. Let the air out, and what you have left is surprisingly small.

I looked Goll up. He is part of the Seven Mountain Mandate crowd. Ted Cruz’s dad and Paula White are also adherents, as are the Bethel/Sozo people. They believe Christians will take over the world. Not after the rapture. Now. They want to dominate the government, education, business, and entertainment, among other things.

I’m not a Sozo guy. A friend of mine gave me a Bethel book, and I gave their doctrine the old college try, with sincerity. Nothing happened. They tell you to think back to a traumatic moment in your life and ask Jesus where he was. He’s supposed to say something like, “I was over by the window,” and he explains what was happening. Then you find catharsis and healing. There is nothing even remotely like this in the Bible, and I got nothing from it. I’ve seen Bethel sermons, and most gave me the creeps. I think they’re on the wrong track.

I don’t see Christians taking over the world. We are declining in influence, and our decline isn’t linear. It’s accelerating. The difference between 2000 and 2010 was nothing compared to the difference between 2010 and 2020.

Jesus said the world would hate us. The Bible says it’s a problem if the world loves you. Jesus said his kingdom was not of this world; he rejected efforts to make him a political or military leader. He didn’t even try to run the temple, even though he was the son of God.

In short, I think the Seven Mountain Mandate doctrine is completely wrong. I think anyone who turns the office of prophet into a job and brags about his credentials is bogus. We are clearly told not to seek our own promotion. I don’t believe anyone who boasts and promotes himself, who makes money from Christianity, and who thinks Christians should run the present world can possibly be a prophet.

Prophets hear from God every day. Wouldn’t God tell a prophet if the movement he belonged to was based on misconeptions?

Goll claims Luke 7:44 somehow proves women are supposed to be prophets and pastors and so on. This is the verse about the woman who washed the feet of Jesus with her tears and dried them with her hair. In this story, Jesus talks to a man named Simon, teaching him about what the woman is doing.

Goll says Simon is Peter. Problem: he is not. Not even close. Jesus was invited to have a meal at the home of a pharisee, and that’s where the woman washed his feet. When the Bible mentions “Simon,” it says he was the man who invited Jesus to his house. Not Peter at all. It’s not ambiguous. It’s not subject to interpretation. It’s very clear.

Paul said women should not speak in church, and he was very firm about it. It makes sense, because men bear the burden of leadership in this world, and the human race was cursed because a man let a woman take over the job of religious instruction. When it comes to idolatry, women have a long history of taking the lead. False religions tend to spread among women first. Women are more open to them. This is why they slept with angels in Genesis and gave birth to giants.

If you think women make great leaders, ask yourself where we would be if women voted and men did not. Ellen DeGeneres would be empress for life, and our GNP would be about five hundred dollars. Somalia would be sending us aid.

Paul’s credentials are a lot stronger than James Goll’s. The Bible agrees with Paul, and I agree with him, too.

I came across another person who promoted weird doctrine. I put up a Youtube video, and a commenter posted an extremely long (maybe a thousand words) comment saying he and his family loved Marvel movies and that he expected the rapture to come on August 4, or Shavuot.

Problem: Marvel movies are occult movies. The characters use magic. Dr. Strange is a witch. The Scarlet Witch is pretty obviously a witch. Thor is a false god. The Black Panther uses drugs to make himself powerful. Christians shouldn’t fool with Marvel. I did, and I quit.

Problem: Shavuot was weeks ago. It ended on May 30. It’s a spring holiday.

Christians who have high hopes for August 4 are talking about counting the omer. An omer is a dry measure, like a pint. “Shavuot” means “weeks.” It’s a holiday that takes place 7 weeks after Pesach (Passover). Jews count 50 days between Pesach and Shavuot. I think I have that right. I guess the idea is that the days fill up an omer. Shavuot is supposed to be the same thing as Pentecost, but the Gregorian calendar throws it off. “Pentecost” is a Greek word that means “fiftieth.”

There is zero ambiguity. Shavuot ended weeks ago. It will not come this month.

It appears the August 4 idea comes from an obscure concept called the Creator’s Calendar. There are a few Christians who think the Jewish calendar is wrong. Jesus had no problem with the Jewish calendar, and Paul had no problem with it, but that’s the theory. The Creator’s Calendar says Shavuot will really take place on August 4.

Problem: Shavuot is the festival of the first fruits. You can’t have first fruits of the harvest in August. Not in Israel. The wheat harvest comes in spring.

If the rapture were to come on a Jewish holiday, I would expect it to be Sukkot. This is the week when Jews build temporary booths from branches. The rapture will take us away for 7 years (one week of years), and during that time, we will be celebrating with Jesus. It will be the celebration of his marriage to the church. It looks a lot like Sukkot. On the other hand, Shavuot is the day when the first fruits of the harvest are celebrated, and the rapture looks a lot like Jesus taking his first fruits to heaven.

I don’t know whether the rapture will land on a holiday, but I do know Shavuot was over a long time ago.

The long comment went to spam, and the guy who posted it asked me to restore it. I took a look at it. I think it went where it was supposed to go. He linked to his own video and tried to take over. That’s how spam works. I felt a strong impulse to delete it, so I did.

Prayer in tongues is very important. If you go off course and start believing something that isn’t true, prayer in tongues will put you back on track. Most Christians don’t pray in tongues much, so they drive off the road, stay there, and celebrate being stuck in a ditch.

I keep feeling like the rapture will come in December. I can’t prove it. I can’t say it’s a prophecy. I don’t have a special calendar. I am not a “teaching prophet” who writes books and appears on TV shows. In my entire life, I have made $80 from Christianity, and that was because a disturbed person forced me to take it. I don’t have a jet. I don’t have a beard. I don’t wear a habit or a cross the size of a frying pan. I don’t call myself Apostle Steve. I pray a lot, and I have a persistent feeling. That’s about it. I may be wrong.

I hope I’m right. Can you imagine putting up with another year of this insanity? It gets crazier every day. They’re burning Bibles in Portland now. Finally, someone on the other side is being honest. I’m actually happy about it. I don’t approve of burning Bibles, but I’m glad some of the children of darkness are exposing their real feelings.

I wonder what’s going to happen with coronavirus this year. My best guess was that it would poop out with the hot weather, but I was wrong about that. It’s also disconcerting to see it ramping up in conservative areas. My county is up around 1.5% now.

I think God spared conservatives for a while so we would have time to repent, fast, and pray. We did not do that, however.

Interesting fact: a huge percentage of the cases in my county are among women and prisoners. This is a prison county, so there are a large number of people who are cooped up together. Women make up something like 2/3 of the cases.

It makes sense that prisoners would get it. They are cursed people. Prison is a taste of hell, for people who are headed the wrong way. I’m not sure why women are getting sick. A women’s prison got hit, so that may explain it.

If you remove the prison cases, this county is still doing pretty well. Prisons and old folks homes are outliers. They are not representative of the rest of the population. Journalists don’t like to talk about it, but prisoners and people in homes make up a tremendous part of the coronavirus statistics. Journalists want us to think we’re all equally likely to get it, and that it’s usually a severe disease. Both of those things are untrue.

If there is an up side to the prison and nursing home situation, it’s that people in these facilities don’t get many chances to infect the rest of us.

Some people think bad things have to happen to Christians first, because Peter said something about judgment beginning in the house of the Lord. If you read his words, however, it appears that he is talking about things like confession, repentance, and inner transformation. Not plagues and famines and so on. Bad things don’t have to happen to Christians first. If anything, we should be less likely than anyone to experience things like coronavirus. The fact that coronavirus hit red states hardest at first doesn’t mean it’s not a punishment from God.

I guess that’s all I have. Keep praying, and don’t let anyone sneeze on you.

Enough of This Place

For some reason, I decided to look up Michael Avenatti today. If you doubt the existence of evil spirits, or you doubt that God defends his servants, the Avenatti story should clear up your doubts. Avenatti’s self-destructive, self-deluding behavior is so bizarre, it could be considered insane, and his fall suggests he offended God himself.

As people who watched the news a few years back know, Avenatti dedicated his life to persecuting President Trump. He represented a trashy woman Trump had sex with, and for a time, he was constantly threatening to bring Trump down with other purported bombshells. He said something ill-considered, which later became famous in a way he didn’t like: “Enjoy your time in prison.”

Avenatti appeared to be an extremely successful individual. He drove racing cars and spent money as though there were no end of it. Then he tried to extort money from the Nike corporation, he was convicted of a felony, and it also turned out he was a huge tax alleged evader. The IRS accused him of a number of fraudulent actions. He is also accused of stealing from clients. I can’t recall whether he has been convicted of the tax and theft charges. You can Google and find out.

Apart from Trump himself, he may well have been Twitter’s most well-known participant, baiting and insulting everyone who disagreed with him. He seemed to think he occupied a lofty seat of judgment, as though anointed and invulnerable. Then in 2019, the tweets dried up instantly and permanently. He is barred from using the Internet, and he has gotten in trouble because he is suspected of violating the ban.

I can only imagine what it feels like, having that kind of personality and knowing there are tweeters out there running roughshod over you every day, unrestrained and unpunished. Unblocked.

His account is still up. That says a lot about his pride.

The things we know he did, setting unproven things aside, suggest mental illness. No lawyer or competent law student would commit extortion in writing. How could it have happened? He graduated first in his class at a very good law school. Unless he paid someone to take his classes for him, he had to know he was setting himself up for prison time and a permanent end to his legal career, not to mention intense public humiliation.

The contrast is stark. On the one hand, he was extremely arrogant and self-righteous in his condemnation of others, calling for severe punishments. On the other, he was busy guaranteeing such punishments for himself. How can one head contain the mechanisms for doing both of those things simultaneously? How could he have failed to expect to be fed a near-lethal dose of his own medicine, very publicly? Strange.

I believe that when people behave irrationally, spirits are usually at work. I can’t think of a better explanation for the Avenatti story.

As for Trump, I was calling him “Cyrus” before anyone else said it in a prominent forum. Cyrus was a heathen whom God anointed to rebuild the temple in Jerusalem. He was no man of God, but he was a friend of God’s people, and he defended them and provided for them.

When God chooses you for a job, and someone with mental problems makes a career of trying to bring you down by deceitful means, you are asking for a beating. It sure looks like Avenatti got a divine spanking. No one can say Trump was behind it. Avenatti opened himself up over and over. He begged to be disbarred and imprisoned, and it appears God sent people to oblige him.

To me, his tale underscores the importance of humility and forbearance. If you can’t accept your own vulnerabilities and faults, you’re asking for the universe to reveal them to you in very painful ways. If you’re ruthless in your treatment of people you believe to be guilty, especially when you’re wrong, you can expect severe treatment when your own misdeeds ripen and burst into view.

It’s a scary story. When I think about this man, I do my best not to gloat. I try to focus on forgiveness in my own life. I don’t want to find out what it feels like to be Michael Avenatti.

If California is like other states, Avenatti might be able to get his license back a few years after he leaves prison. Bar associations really do things like that. I know a felon who was disbarred twice. He can also work as a clerk for someone who has a license. He might be better off driving a truck, though. Getting a job unrelated to law would take less time, and he will have to eat while he’s rebuilding.

Avenatti’s fall gives me hope Trump will win again this year. If God was willing to put Avenatti in federal prison and take away everything he had, maybe he’ll be willing to give a comeuppance to the brats who are running amok in our country. I hope so. Four more years would be very helpful, assuming there are four years left before the rapture.

I’ve been watching more rapture-dream videos on Youtube. They’re popping up all the time. Even small children are dreaming of angels with swords or of being transported to new homes.

I used to think I had only had one rapture dream, but that may not be true. I had several dreams in which I died. I can’t recall how many. At least two. They were the same. I was driving a Ford Explorer on a major highway. I was on a section of road that rose far into the air. There was a break in the road, and for some reason, I kept driving. I drove into empty space. The car rotated so it was facing downward. I was hundreds of feet from the ground. I watched the ground approaching. I knew I was going to die.

I wasn’t worried. I was excited about the adventure of going to heaven. I wanted to meet Jesus. I was glad my life here was over. I was also very impressed with the serious and somber nature of the moment. I prayed and tried to make sure I was going to the right place. I woke up at some point in the fall.

It may be that these were rapture dreams. The end of the road could be the end of this age. The fall could be the time I’m going through now, sitting and waiting. Seemingly doing nothing.

I can’t recall who was in the car with me. Wish I could.

Last night I started asking God for more dreams about the future, as well as prophecies and visions. Can’t hurt.

It’s going to be pretty bad if I turn out to be wrong, Biden wins, Kamala Harris becomes our president, America declines into poverty and chaos, and I’m still here. Life will not be worth living in times like that.

I won’t worry. A heavy schedule of prayer in tongues, combined with self-examination, fasting, and repentance will put me on top no matter what happens around me. And as God keeps telling me, I’ve already won. If the rapture doesn’t come in my time, all I have to do is shelter in place until this body quits. The children of darkness hurt people while they’re alive, but they can’t prevent them from dying of old age.

Mike Tyson has Been Punched in the Face More Than Your Whole Family

Not much has happened today. For some reason, it didn’t rain. That was shocking. I was able to mow the yard.

While I was mowing, my tractor pulled one of its tricks on me. I drove through the web of a gigantic spider, and after I stopped the tractor to flail and scream and knock the webbing off of me, with great dignity, the tractor would not start. I put jumper cables on it and went in the house to Google a solution. While I was walking in, a very useful phrase came to me: “I’ve already won.”

I have been saying this a lot lately. Years ago, on a certain day, God told me I would have total victory from then on. At least I believe he did. Since then I have had a lot of very annoying challenges leap up and bite me in the rear end. Things don’t always go smoothly. I used to ask God how that could be considered victory. Then I realized victory is not the same thing as peace. Muhammad Ali defeated George Foreman, but he had to fight several rounds with a broken jaw in order to do it.

I used to feel beaten when things went wrong, because it seemed to happen so often, when it seemed I had done everything right. Now I remind myself: I’ve already won.

If the tractor won’t start, or the new stove won’t fit in the hole in the granite counter, or the people at the ALF where I put my dad for several days are overcharging me and turning bill collectors loose on me, or GEICO is trying to blame me for being backed into in a parking lot, or I just slipped and committed a sin I thought I was done with, it doesn’t matter. I’ve already won. I’ll react. I’ll get God’s help. A solution will come. When it’s over, I will have won.

You can project this principle to life itself. I’m surrounded by sick people. A man who thinks he might be a prophet says we’re going to have 80% inflation next year. Trump is polling badly, and God-haters may put Kamala Harris in the White House next year to abuse people like me. Maybe the rapture won’t come this year, as I feel it will, and I’ll be stuck here to cope with a bad situation when I’m no longer young enough to start over. It does not matter. I’ve already won. The very worst thing that could happen is that I could have 35 bad years and then go to heaven. They can’t keep me alive when my body quits. Escape is guaranteed. Sooner or later, I will be with Jesus, and I will have won everything.

It’s a good thing to keep in mind. It will give you strength.

In other news, we had another day of pre-hurricane weather here. I’ve written about this before. In the days prior to a hurricane, the air is still. Everything is quiet and peaceful, but there is a feeling of impending misfortune in the air. Often, the sun isn’t as bright as it ordinarily would be. Today was like that. It was overcast much of the time, but there was no rain.

Is the storm really coming this year? I’ll admit it: I hope so. Not so much the storm, but the rapture that precedes it.

I know that’s selfish. I’m just tired of living among hostile, impudent, underdeveloped, ignorant boneheads who won’t be helped. I want people to be saved, but I want to live in my own world, with my own people. I want rest.

We have a tropical storm headed for Florida. Isaac. The son of promise. Not a big deal.

I no longer own a single property that can be damaged badly by a hurricane or tropical storm, so this year is completely different from years gone by. It’s a new feeling. I hope Miami doesn’t get pounded this season, but I have no personal stake in it, so I have new peace. I guess heaven will be like that. Right now, my flesh is down here in a world full of microbes, violence, accidents, economic threats, and natural disasters. Once I am removed, I will have no vulnerable parts left on the earth, and most of the people I care about will be safe with me. That will be a nice change.

I’ve already won, and you can win, too. Think it over. You’ll never get another offer this good.

There are Little Raptures Everywhere

As days go, this one has been pretty good. I helped my friends Alonzo and Teri move into their first non-rented house.

Alonzo and I were armorbearers at Miami’s Trinity Church, under the authority of the fine family of pastors that made public-nudity enthusiast Kim Kardashian one of America’s best-known Christians. The armorbearers used to meet for breakfast at a Denny’s on Hallandale Beach Boulevard, and I used to talk about the importance of speaking in tongues and getting free of iniquities and demons. Alonzo was always quiet. I thought he was just waiting for me to shut up. In reality, he was taking it all in.

He and his family lived in a pretty bad situation. They had part of a house in Liberty City, which is about like South Central L.A. He hated his job. Things weren’t going all that well.

Over time, he and Teri moved closer to God, and he blessed them. They moved to a place farther north, away from their relatives. Then they moved to Orlando. This was a step up from South Florida, which is a very dark and corrupt place, but it could have been better. After Orlando, they moved to Sanford, and now they’re between Sanford and Ocala in a very rural setting. They own the house they’re moving into. It has 5 bedrooms. It’s in a quiet, peaceful area packed with conservative Christians.

If you know this blog, you know I had a young friend named Travis Quinn. He was also an armorbearer. He was a lawless ghetto kid. He started listening to me. He tried the things I was doing. God changed him a great deal. He found himself living in Coral Gables, as my house sitter, going to the University of Miami on a music scholarship.

Unfortunately, he was shot accidentally in April. We were told his injuries weren’t a big deal. Then his condition worsened, and he died. During his last month, he wasn’t able to communicate with anyone except his family.

I had assumed Travis would be my big success story, but it looks like Alonzo and Teri got what I thought he would get. They have 5 wonderful kids. Their marriage keeps getting better. Now Alonzo says God is talking to him. He says God told him that if he fasted, God would do things for him, with no effort from Alonzo, that would amaze him. Alonzo fasted, and suddenly Alonzo found himself able to move into his house ahead of schedule. He didn’t have to pay his last month’s rent. He didn’t have to pay a power bill he thought was coming due.

The place where he used to live was better than the places where he lived before, but it wasn’t perfect. People smoked dope where his kids could smell it. The neighbors weren’t great. Now he’s in a thinly populated area where life is very, very easy.

His kids will be two miles from school. There is a big grocery store so close he can walk to it. There is a great pizza place a mile and a half away. Three of the kids now have their own bedrooms. It’s wonderful.

He and Teri have had the same coronavirus experience I’ve had: peace and plenty. They both have jobs. No one they know has gotten sick. It’s as though God has wrapped them in a blanket.

Moving was a breeze. It’s July in Florida, and it should be about 95 degrees outside. It was very comfortable today. I joked because I felt a drop of sweat at one point and had to run for shade. Ordinarily, my clothes would have been sticking to me after 20 minutes. I don’t even need a shower.

He took me to lunch today, and the pizza place we found was excellent. It was surgically clean, the staff was great, and the food was wonderful.

We talked about the time we live in. As former Miami residents, we agreed that it feels like the day before a hurricane. If you haven’t experienced a hurricane, you won’t understand, but things are extremely quiet the day before one arrives. The sensation is peaceful, but ominous. Many people are saying the rapture is nearly here. As Christians know, the rapture will be followed by the storm of God’s wrath.

I keep feeling the rapture will take place in December. For a while, it seemed like the 24th was the day. Then it seemed like the 11th was correct. I don’t know the answer, but I have a strong sense that I will not be on earth in 2021. I hope the rapture is coming, because the coronavirus, #MeToo, Antifa, and BLM curses we’re enduring seem to be part of a larger pattern of destruction which is going to get worse, not better. I have no desire to be here to see fools and brothers to apes rule us without God’s opposition.

I have been invited to Thanksgiving dinner. Alonzo says he wants to have a real Thanksgiving dinner at his own house. That will be great. It’s less than an hour away, so it will be very convenient to drive down and then transport myself back so I can lie on my back and recover.

They live fairly close to a 900-yard gun range, so that will give me more reason to visit their area.

I still know people who are mired in South Florida. Alonzo and I think God moves people to better places as they get closer to him. There are areas where nice Christian people are concentrated. It seems that God wants to preserve these places as though he were weeding gardens. I don’t think he wants to move too many backward people there. The same principle can be seen in the Bible. When the Jews behaved badly, their land spat them out. They only lived there and did well when they were obedient. The modern era is exceptional, because God moved them back while most of them were still atheists and leftists, but many have come around.

I think God let me fester in Miami because I belonged there. I would hate to go back. Today I saw “Miami” on road signs, and it made my insides tense up.

I think I’m as happy about Alonzo’s move as he is. It’s wonderful to see someone get in gear and catch God’s blessings.

We Think he Will Make his Move Soon

I made an important decision today. I decided to buy hundreds of rounds of Sellier & Bellot 6.5 Creedmoor FMJ ammo for rifle practice.

The ammo problem is pretty bad right now. You can still get nearly anything you want, if you’re willing to pay maybe 1.75 times what it’s worth. Personally, I am not willing to do that, and I do not understand people who are.

I don’t buy ammunition in person, because you have to be a chump to do that. You drive around to the few stores in your area, and then you find out they don’t have what you want or they do have it and the price is insane. A lot of people still do this, and it must be a good thing from where I sit, because I use the Internet, and if they were using it, too, there would be no good deals left for me.

Some people buy in person, and others go to ripoff websites and pay their insane prices. I know this, because the sites run out. It amazes me that people would rather be milked than spend a few minutes searching the web.

I just spent about an hour looking for what I wanted at a good price. I could have spent well over a dollar per round and given up after 10 minutes. I knew someone out there had to be selling for between 60 and 70 cents, so I persevered, and I got what I needed.

Why did I buy Sellier & Bellot? I’ve already mentioned it. This stuff is phenomenal. If you look around, you can find a site showing 2″ groups fired from 300 yards. This is about 2/3 MOA. The guy who tested it got a velocity spread of 7 fps.

Is it the best 6.5 Creedmoor ammo available? I’m sure it’s not, but I will be very surprised if, during the next year, I get so good I can shoot 2/3-MOA/300-yard groups with anything. This ammunition will shoot better than I can, and I don’t see that changing any time soon, so it seems to me it’s a tremendous bargain.

Any ammo that will hit a rat reliably 900 feet away is good ammo.

I should try their soft-point ammo. Maybe it’s just as good, and it would work if I needed to shoot for food.

Some people look down on Sellier & Bellot. It tends to be cheap. Thing is, they have an impressive modern factory. You can see a video tour on Youtube. In comparison, CCI’s .22 factory looks like a converted garage. That is not much of an exaggeration. Sellier & Bellot is a serious company. If their ammo is cheap, so much the better. Cost and quality are not always closely related.

I could not shoot today. Of course, it rained. It rains every day. I have no idea when it will stop. I’m going to have to start shooting before noon. It’s nearly always dry then.

I am cornering the .17 HMR market, and if I can ever get outside to shoot, I’ll be using my Savage 93R to work on my prone shooting. It’s cheaper to shoot than most pistols, and if the wind is still, it will shoot into an inch at 100 yards. Hard to imagine a better cheap training round. If the wind isn’t still, that will be fine, because I’ve had some training in dealing with wind, and I need to put it to use.

I’m going to try an Athlon scope on the 93R. I already have a Burris scope, but having trained to use mil-dot optics, I see no point in continuing to fool with different technology. I like the idea of learning to use the Burris correctly, but after that, there seems to be no reason to continue.

With the Burris, you shoot at various ranges and take note of where your shots land, and then you use the information later to help you make use of the holdover marks on the reticle. With my training and equipment, I’m supposed to test the ammo with a chronograph, enter data into my ballistic calculator, determine the range to targets, and aim where the calculator tells me to. It’s supposed to enable me to hit things on the first shot at any distance. I didn’t pay a load of money to take a class to learn all this so I could forget about it and go back to Elmer Fudd technology.

In order to get an Athlon, I had to go for crazy magnification. I had to choose between 8 and 25, and 8 was not going to fly. I think 25 is a lot for .17 HMR, but on the other hand, if I hunt with it, I might be hunting tiny critters with kill zones the size of ping pong balls. It seems like the best choice for the money.

The Vortex company made a name for itself using Asian-made scopes to compete with expensive Caucasian optics. Primary Arms came along and did the same thing to Vortex, undercutting their prices. Now Athlon is undercutting both of them, and the scope I’m getting is supposed to be as good as, or better than, the thousand-dollar Vortex I own. It costs $400. How can I not try that?

What if it turns out to be better than the Vortex? I’ll feel pretty stupid. I paid over $800 for it.

I still need to make a few ammo purchases to get me into the security zone. Once I feel like I have a few years’ supply, I’ll put my ammo away and start buying fresh ammo to shoot. That’s the plan.

Thank God I’m not doing this with food. Today someone sent me an ad for dried disaster rations. On sale, they wanted about $120 for 25,000 calories. So 12 dollars per day for 10 days, and then you starve. I think I can beat that at the grocery store. I fail to see the bargain. Ordinary stores carry a lot of things that will last a decade or more in a pantry.

If starvation becomes a widespread problem, I would rather just die and leave. How much should I be willing to fight to stay in this world, when I’m a heartbeat away from a place where no one is hungry and they never need air conditioning? Eating rehydrated desperation food from a 5-gallon pail is not my idea of living.

Now that the RPR is working, I should go visit the long distance range. Wednesday would be a good day for that. My farm is fine for a hundred yards, but the range offers 900, and there are no cattle walking between shooters and targets.

I’m not far from completing my basic armory and ammo dump. Once I’m done, the credit card companies may send people to see if I’m okay. When I stop spending money, they may assume I’m dead.

Shattering Idols May Get you Promoted

A while back, I got banned from The High Road, a contentious and unpleasant firearms forum, for saying (correctly) that a gun writer named Massad Ayoob had no business giving people legal advice. The moderators banned me, claiming I had violated the rules. Either that was a lie, or they have a rule against discussing Massad Ayoob honestly. At least a couple of forum bigwigs know him personally.

He’s not a lawyer. He’s not even a real cop, not that cops know much about the law. They do not.

He was a part-time cop (“captain” over 5 officers) in a nearly crime-free town the size of a high school. I thought he had no education at all, but today I learned he has a bachelor’s degree in business, from a college with an 84% acceptance rate. So he should be able to manage a hardware store or a restaurant. It’s not legal training.

I don’t know why it was so hard to find evidence that he had a degree. I did try. Maybe he downplays his education because it’s so obvious it didn’t prepare him to discuss things like law, ballistics, firearm design, ammunition design, or bullet wounds. Also, if he touts his background, people may look at it and marvel at the lack of military and big-city police experience.

From my non-expert standpoint, I guess (“guess”) he can speak with some intelligence about using a gun to defend yourself, but it appears he learned what he knows through a career as a writer. So he’s a bit like a person who Googles something a lot and then writes about what he read. That would make him more like Mr. Beauchamp than English Bob and Little Bill.

Self-taught people can be very sharp, but when it comes to law, it hasn’t worked out that way for Ayoob. His writings about the law impress laymen, and they probably impress bad lawyers, but they’re not great. His advice for people who use lethal force is scary, and it comes from a person who, like all laymen, is barred by law from representing people in legal matters. He’s probably right 75% of the time. Any half-bright person who reads up will usually be right about the law. The problem is that you can be right most of the time and still not know what you’re doing.

He used to be nearly alone in his field. As recently as two decades ago, not many people wrote seriously about self-defense tactics. Now you can use Google and find a huge number of people who have what appear to be superior qualifications. You can find experienced cops (who have actually had to shoot at criminals), Navy SEAL’s, Delta Force retirees, former military instructors, people who have worked in various government jobs involving firearms, individuals who have run private security firms, and so on. You can find real ballistics experts and wound experts, and you can find competitive shooters who have done much better than Ayoob. You can find lots of very skilled people who design and make guns. You can find extremely knowledgeable people who make ammunition. You can also find a lot of qualified attorneys who are willing to give general advice from a position of some authority.

Ayoob has done some good work, but it seems to me that his reputation as an oracle was never justified, and in 2020, it’s less justified than ever. No one has the last word on all things gun-related. People who hold themselves out to be demigods say dumb things all the time, and in the right circumstances, even a true expert can be corrected by an intelligent person who spots an error. Nonetheless, many gun enthusiasts quote him as though he were God himself.

Anyway, I got the boot, and it was pleasant news, because the forum was full of angry, condescending pedants and posers. Many gun forums are like that. It’s a shame, because people need good information on firearms, and if we’re going to keep our gun rights, we need to have some sense of community.

The moderators were arrogant, pompous, unfair, and rude. Not all the time, but enough. Visiting the forum was like visiting an abusive parent in the process of losing is faculties. It was necessary to walk on eggs in order to avoid starting kerfuffles that drove threads off-track and destroyed the purpose of posting. I limited my visits. Before posting, I would ask myself if the benefit was worth the aggravation.

I didn’t sit down today to write about being expelled from the playpen. That was just background. I felt like writing because I wanted to talk about the pleasant experiences I’ve had at another forum.

I tried to join two forums after I was paroled from The High Road, and there were some weird issues with my IP address, so I didn’t succeed right away. Finally, one of them let me in. I’m glad I made it, because my experience there has been infinitely better than my experiences at places like The High Road and The Firing Line.

The High Road and The Firing Line are related forums.They sprang from the same root. A bitter, ugly conflict caused a schism. They share at least one moderator.

The Firing Line is somewhat less unpleasant, but it’s still very flawed. One of the problems both forums have is denial. The people who run them are deluded. They think they can build bridges and attract leftists. As a result, members have to be very careful about mentioning politics and God. Things that matter to most gun enthusiasts.

My guess is that the proprietors want to make money by attracting people and selling ads. Or maybe there are some leftists among the owners. I don’t know. But the result is that they end up stifling the population segment that feeds them. Of course, the vast majority of the members are conservative, and many are Christian. They should be welcomed and encouraged, but they’re treated as though they embarrass the management.

When I joined the new forum, I got some big surprises.

First, I had to post an introduction. I got so many friendly responses, I had to shut off notifications. Everyone wanted to say hi, and they posted photos representing their states. That will never happen at The High Road or The Firing Line. I didn’t know what to make of it.

After that, I looked at the history of the place and the rules. It was created because other forums were lame, and they don’t tolerate rudeness.

I found a thread some character started. He was thrilled it was Sunday, because that was football day. Remember when it used to be church day? Spectator sports have always competed against churches and synagogues. That’s by Satan’s design.

Almost no one who responded was happy about football day. They criticized the unpatriotic, whiny pre-game protestors. They said they had better things to watch on TV. The guy who started the thread started responding in anger, and he got banned the next day.

This is typical of sports cultists. They have a demonic devotion to teams and players who do extremely trivial things for a living. You can tell they have a problem, because they get angry at people who say they’re not fans. If you say you don’t watch football, American men are likely to get upset with you. They may even insinuate that you’re a homosexual, which is a little weird, given the big homosexuality problem in football and other contact sports. Ordinarily, heterosexuals are less likely to want to watch big, sweaty muscular men in tight pants, and let’s not even talk about wearing a Target jersey with another man’s name on it.

I was amazed to see how people responded to the football thread. Especially the moderators. I felt at home.

They also have a religion forum. You can go in and talk openly about the antichrist, the rapture, and Jesus. That’s amazing. If you tried that at The High Road, it would never fly. Check out their rule:

We have learned from bitter experience that discussions of politics, abortion, religion, and sexual orientation often degenerate into less-than-polite arguments or claims that “my God is better than your God”. For this reason, we do not discuss such subjects on THR, and any threads dealing primarily with these subjects will be closed or deleted immediately.

They suggest rudeness and conflict are their concerns. The truth is that they allow rudeness all the time. They’re just afraid of offending non-Christians.

The new forum allows religious conversations, and they even have a chaplain. You can post prayer requests.

As for politics, they boot people who start anti-gun threads. They haven’t sold their souls. They know who supports them. The forum itself has a pro-Second-Amendment position. They say so. No hiding.

You can go to a thread and say rioters are spoiled criminals who want to promote socialism. You can say the police should blast them with water cannons to restore peace. No problem!

In short, it’s a much healthier place. The people are nice, the moderators understand who they need to attract and retain, and they don’t pretend to be something they’re not.

One of the signs of a successful Christian walk is seeing venomous, godless people removed from your life. When you’re in need of refinement, God doesn’t want to subject his children to you too much. He wants to bless them, and they can’t have blessed lives if they’re constantly forced to endure obnoxious people. As you improve, he will move you to better places. I saw this principle at work when God helped me move out of Miami. I see it in my experience with The High Road. Those people are a mess. Spending time on that forum is like hanging out with toddlers in day-old diapers. It produces a feeling of being besieged. Moving to a nicer place is like taking a shower and putting on fresh clothes.

If you hate the place where you live, and you’re tired of the people around you, maybe you need to clean yourself up so you’re fit to be put somewhere else. That’s how I see it. I love it where I am, but I think God will move me to an even nicer place if I cooperate and grow.

The rapture is the final expression of this principle. When it no longer makes sense to make us stay in this world, God will put us in a place where we are all alike in our hearts. There won’t be any rioters. No one will be pulling down statues. We won’t have to read news stories about pregnant “men.” We’ll never have to picket any abortion clinics. I see why we talk of eternal life as rest.

I feel more motivated to improve. There are rewards. There is relief ahead. It’s worth the trivial sacrifices.

Today is my third day of fasting until 3 p.m. Yesterday, after I was done, I felt bursts of faith that startled me. I felt self-control increasing and the drives of the flesh decreasing. It’s exciting. Maybe this type of fasting is the key to the breakthrough I needed. I don’t know if I’ll ever eat before 3 p.m. again. At the very least, I can see myself abandoning breakfast.

If I want to be separated from the filthiness of the world, I need to be separated from my own filthiness. I want God to bless me by putting me among good people, but if I’m still a mess, he can’t do that, because he won’t want to subject them to my presence.

I hope to keep posting good reports. I hope I’m really onto something.

We Rejected the Vaccine, and we Don’t Want the Cure

Decided to fast again today. I’m like a dirty stable that hasn’t been shoveled in a while. I need to keep going until I get it done. Sometimes I think I should fast every day from now on.

I really do not want to be here after the rapture. I don’t like this place right now, when our problems are minor. I can’t imagine spending a single day here with God’s protection, and every person who thinks like me, removed.

A strange thing has been happening. I listen to an audio Bible whenever I drive, and I play it in the house a lot. I keep hearing passages about disaster.

For some reason, Jeremiah keeps popping up. I’ll hear him say something in the car, and then I’ll go in the house and hear the same thing coming from the TV.

The other day I wrote about the horsemen of the apocalypse. The first is a crowned figure on a white horse, and he goes out to conquer. Then comes a red horse with a rider who brings violence. Then comes a black horseman who brings lack. The final horseman brings death by things like disease.

These things were written in around 90 A.D. Long before that, Jeremiah said this, about Judah and Jerusalem:

Then the Lord said to me, “Do not pray for this people, for their good. When they fast, I will not hear their cry; and when they offer burnt offering and grain offering, I will not accept them. But I will consume them by the sword, by the famine, and by the pestilence.”

Jeremiah mentioned the same problems, in the same order. Of course, John had read Jeremiah, but that doesn’t mean he copied him. John was a prophet. Unlike today’s preachers, he didn’t have to plagiarize in order to have something to say.

The white horseman is Jesus. I have written that I suspected as much, but later in the Revelation (chapter 19), he is named as a man on a white horse. If I were any kind of Bible student, I would have known that. He goes out to warn and prepare people, so when the other horsemen show up, human beings have no excuses that would incline God to spare them.

Jesus rides into the world to defeat the antichrist, and he does it on a white horse. In the gospels, he rode the white colt of a donkey into Jerusalem.

This morning, Daniel was playing, and I heard this:

Then the Lord said to me, “Do not pray for this people, for their good. When they fast, I will not hear their cry; and when they offer burnt offering and grain offering, I will not accept them. But I will consume them by the sword, by the famine, and by the pestilence.”

He wrote this after fasting and praying to find out what would happen to the Jews.

What a picture of what’s starting to happen in America. God brought disaster to the Jews because they didn’t pray and turn to him. Right now, America is sliding toward catastrophe, and we’re not praying or repenting, either. We pin our hopes on ridiculous masks and government officials who tell us one thing one day and the opposite the next. Where are the prayer rallies? Where are the preachers who say we brought this on ourselves? Responses like these should be immediate, but we’re barely seeing them at all.

Here’s what God said about Jerusalem and Judah in Isaiah 3:

For behold, the Lord, the Lord of hosts,
Takes away from Jerusalem and from Judah
The stock and the store,
The whole supply of bread and the whole supply of water;

The mighty man and the man of war,
The judge and the prophet,
And the diviner and the elder;

The captain of fifty and the honorable man,
The counselor and the skillful artisan,
And the expert enchanter.

“I will give children to be their princes,
And babes shall rule over them.

The people will be oppressed,
Every one by another and every one by his neighbor;
The child will be insolent toward the elder,
And the base toward the honorable.”

When a man takes hold of his brother
In the house of his father, saying,
“You have clothing;
You be our ruler,
And let these ruins be under your power,”

In that day he will protest, saying,
“I cannot cure your ills,
For in my house is neither food nor clothing;
Do not make me a ruler of the people.”

It’s an interesting passage. These things are happening to us right now. We used to have rulers and influential people who were capable and reasonaby mature. Now we have disgraceful, unlearned brats. We make ignorant ghetto boors billionaires. We have a lot of masculinity-hating women in power. The Bible says it’s a curse to be ruled by women. It’s demeaning, it exposes men’s failure to assume their proper roles, and women in power generally make the wrong choices. Ask Adam. If only women voted, we would already live in a totalitarian communist state.

For quite some time, I’ve believed God gave us Donald Trump because he didn’t want to put a gentleman in the Oval Office. I don’t think he wanted a gentleman to have to suffer the libels and unfair attacks. The children of darkness do their best to make conservatives suffer while they’re in office. They file frivolous suits. They get them charged with crimes they didn’t commit. They impeached Trump for things that aren’t even illegal. Decent people shouldn’t have to deal with that, but to Donald Trump, these things mean absolutely nothing. On his scale of suffering, mosquito bites are worse.

More than ever, nice people have abundant reason to avoid running for office. They risk ruining their lives and exposing their famiies to abuse, in order to help a nation of people who, increasingly, are not worth the sacrifice.

People speculate on the source of coronavirus. They claim a lab created it. They say it came from bats. It came from sin. You can stop speculating.

God is allowing it to make people sick, kill them, ruin them financially, and keep them out of church because we sinned and sinned and sinned, and we never repented or even admitted guilt. It’s probably not going away soon, and if it goes away, something worse will follow it. The idea that we can shelter in place, ignore our sins, and wait for things to get better is fatuous.

You can’t run from God. The Bible talks of rich people who call on the mountains to fall on them and hide them. This is already happening. People are buying underground bunkers. They’re not going to work. Can anyone be stupid enough to think he can go where God can’t go?

As plagues go, coronavirus is a joke. I don’t want to see the real plagues that come after the rapture. Not being able to buy eggs or toilet paper for a month was annoying; I don’t want to know what the horseman of lack will bring America. Racist, Marxist rioting has inconvenienced us. I don’t want to see what the horseman of violence does when there are no Christian people on earth praying for God to help humanity.

The other day I wrote about the flood metaphor. Lots of Youtubers are posting videos about the rapture, and they say they see flooding. I posted a video like that about 5 years ago. The Bible says we will be lifted into the air during the rapture, and that means invisible water will make us float. I feel God has been using this concept to open my eyes to Bible verses which are about the rapture. There are more of them than you would think.

Take a look at Psalm 32:

Blessed is he whose transgression is forgiven, whose sin is covered.

Blessed is the man unto whom the Lord imputeth not iniquity, and in whose spirit there is no guile.

When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long.

For day and night thy hand was heavy upon me: my moisture is turned into the drought of summer. Selah.

I acknowledge my sin unto thee, and mine iniquity have I not hid. I said, I will confess my transgressions unto the Lord; and thou forgavest the iniquity of my sin. Selah.

For this shall every one that is godly pray unto thee in a time when thou mayest be found: surely in the floods of great waters they shall not come nigh unto him.

Thou art my hiding place; thou shalt preserve me from trouble; thou shalt compass me about with songs of deliverance. Selah.

Here’s a passage from Matthew:

And Peter answered him and said, Lord, if it be thou, bid me come unto thee on the water.

And he said, Come. And when Peter was come down out of the ship, he walked on the water, to go to Jesus.

But when he saw the wind boisterous, he was afraid; and beginning to sink, he cried, saying, Lord, save me.

And immediately Jesus stretched forth his hand, and caught him, and said unto him, O thou of little faith, wherefore didst thou doubt?

And when they were come into the ship, the wind ceased.

Here’s some of Psalm 69:

But as for me, my prayer is unto thee, O Lord, in an acceptable time: O God, in the multitude of thy mercy hear me, in the truth of thy salvation.

Deliver me out of the mire, and let me not sink: let me be delivered from them that hate me, and out of the deep waters.

Let not the waterflood overflow me, neither let the deep swallow me up, and let not the pit shut her mouth upon me.

Look at Matthew:

But as the days of Noah were, so shall also the coming of the Son of man be.

For as in the days that were before the flood they were eating and drinking, marrying and giving in marriage, until the day that Noe entered into the ark,

And knew not until the flood came, and took them all away; so shall also the coming of the Son of man be.

Then shall two be in the field; the one shall be taken, and the other left.

Two women shall be grinding at the mill; the one shall be taken, and the other left.

Many Christians say “days of Noah” refers to sin, especially sexual sin, that will fill the world before the end. We don’t talk much about the reference to the flood. Jesus is saying the rapture will be like a flood that lifts certain people and drowns others.

Psalm 29:

The Lord sitteth upon the floood; yea, the Lord sitteth King forever.

There are too many verses to quote in one blog post. Flood references are all over the Bible. Jesus even compared carnal preachers to people who had millstones tied around their necks and were thrown into the sea. Many, many famous preachers will be here after the rapture, and my guess is that many will go to hell. I think there must surely be a lot of them there already.

A flood is starting to wash over us, and most of us are sitting under the water holding our breath, hoping the water will go away on its own.

The Bible makes sense, and it’s not hard to understand. It just seems hard to understand because we have supernatural blindness, like the men of Sodom who couldn’t find the door of Lot’s house.

I hope I get it together and keep it together long enough to make be buoyant. The last thing I want is to be stuck in a ruined world with people who hate me.

Smart Preppers Prepare Supernaturally

I’m fasting today.

Generally, I keep it quiet when I fast. Jesus discouraged people from making a show of fasting in order to impress others. I’m not trying to impress anyone. I’m embarrassed about having to fast. Since the epidemic got into high gear, life has been very easy for me, and I’ve let my flesh take over. I eat too much and do too little, and some bad behaviors have been creeping up on me.

On a related note, I’m thinking about coronavirus. I’m wondering why it hasn’t gone away.

Here’s what I think God is telling me: virtually no one is calling for fasting and prayer. We’re wearing ridiculous masks that do nearly nothing, and we’re very self-righteous about them. Half of the country is blaming Donald Trump, not because he’s the problem, but because that half of the country will jump on any chance to libel him. We’re criticizing each other’s cleanliness (we have a point) and our social-distancing failures. The truth is that we got this disease because we’re sinful and rebellious, and the door we came in is the only way we can go out.

There is nothing even faintly resembling a national call to prayer, which is exactly what we have to have, if we want to move on. I think most Americans would prefer death to repentance, however. We’re in love with fornication, homosexuality, pride, drugs, anger, cruelty, pleasure, and ourselves. We think the God of the Bible is ignorant, backward, and unreasonable. We would rather make our own way. Our own way leads to disease, starvation, and murder, however.

The epidemic doesn’t make sense, and God told me something very important a long time ago: when something doesn’t make sense, look for a supernatural cause. This is true of curses and also blessings. If you wonder how an unrepentant serial rapist became “America’s dad,” or how Oprah Winfrey became a billionaire while doing a mindless job other people did just as well, or why Americans responded to coronavirus by hoarding things that wouldn’t help and were never actually scarce, there’s your answer.

The statistics appear to be pure nonsense. I can give you some examples. When the epidemic was getting started, the CDC’s website said we had had 80,000 flu deaths over the last season. A month or two back, a different figure appeared, and it was about half as high. In May, the US coronavirus curve went nearly straight sideways for about a month. If you look at representations of the same curve now, the horizontal part is gone, as though it had never happened. They’re telling us the epidemic never slowed down, and we all know that isn’t true.

We will never know how much of the surge is actually illusory. Testing has increased very dramatically, and this has warped our data. In my area, the graph representing the number of people tested looks almost exactly like the graph of new cases, and that says a lot. No one in authority made any effort to confront this issue, which is at least a nationwide phenomenon, until people pointed out the obvious and forced them.

A couple of days ago, I got a haircut. I listened to the conversation in the shop. I learned something interesting. People who are dying in ways that seem to have nothing to do with coronavirus are being added to the death toll. I knew there were stories about this out there, but until this week, I hadn’t heard from anyone with personal knowledge. I heard about someone who died in a motorcycle crash and another person who had had coronavirus but had died from a heart attack. Both, according to the people I listened to, were declared coronavirus casualties.

Hospitals get paid more when they claim patients have coronavirus. It’s a lot of money, and diagnoses are subjective. People in healthcare generally lean left. If they overdiagnose, they get more money, and they get to add to a state of hysteria that tends to work against conservatives.

The statistics are cooked shamelessly every day. That’s unquestionably true. On the other hand, there do appear to be a lot of new cases.

If coronavirus has proven anything, it’s that epidemiology is a joke. I’m sure it must be good for something, but epidemiologists have failed miserably at explaining this epidemic and making predictions. Apparently the science has not yet reached the point where it can make reliable predictions, which makes you wonder if it has significant value.

We don’t really know what’s going on, but we do know coronavirus is still here. We should repent and pray. It’s not happening. When you receive punishment from God, and you don’t repent, he sends something else, and his punishments tend to be progressive. The longer you stiffen your neck, the worse they get.

No one knows who I am. When I blog, nearly no one reads what I say. I can’t do anything significant to help, apart from prayer. I can’t take out newspaper ads or buy millions of banners on websites. I can’t hold a press conference or address stadiums full of people. There isn’t a whole lot I can do for other people, but I can repent and pray here at home.

I’m not focusing on avoiding coronavirus. I don’t worry about that (or anything else). I am concerned about preparing myself for the rapture and for living life until it comes. Coronavirus doesn’t scare me. To me, it’s just a reminder that life is a very serious game. I don’t care about death. I would be thrilled to go right now. I just want to be aligned with God so I will live correctly while I’m here and I will go to the right place when it’s over.

Usually, I avoid watching fiction, unless reruns of Duck Dynasty count. I feel God wants me to limit my exposure to video fiction. Hollywood is run by smug, ignorant fools who corrupt the rest of us with their willful stupidity. This week, I felt he allowed me to see a couple of films. I watched both Sicario movies. These films are about a jaded, vindictive man the government hires to fight Mexican drug lords.

Last night, I watched a scene in which a group of thugs drove a hostage through the desert. One group was in a Ford SUV with a gaudy green paint job. The men in the car were trashy-looking. They looked exactly like the tattooed, smirking ticks and lice who actually work for gangs. They were listening to obnoxious Spanish rap.

I was repelled. I thought about the godless lifestyle. I have a little experience with it. Loud music, drunkenness, drugs, no sleep, impudence, pride, malice…it’s repugnant. I thought about the tens of millions of people who live that way every day in America. You don’t have to be a Mexican criminal to live in that atmosphere. Most people I’ve gone to church with do it. Christian music in church; rap in the car, the house, the workplace (if any), and the club. Trashy tattoos. Trashy clothes on the women. Dope. Filthy language. No prayer except on Sundays. Shacking up. Strings of illegitimate babies.

Thinking about it made me realize how sick I am of this world. I really want out. I’m fine when I’m alone or with other Christians–real ones–but associating with the general public is unpleasant. It’s like riding in a hot bus with a bunch of people who never bathe or brush their teeth.

My attitude is correct; it’s healthy. It came from the Holy Spirit. The closer you get to God, the more you find wrong with yourself and society. In other words, you grow up. Only a small percentage of people really grow up. They prefer to go through life like babies who never have their diapers changed.

We’re supposed to love people who are against God. We’re not called to bring them into our social circles and endure their presence around the clock.

I used to like bars. The thought of going into a bar is unpleasant now. Bars are for drunkenness, fornication, and fighting. Every bar is a sore on the face of the earth. They should all be burned. I used to like fishing and taking trips to the Bahamas, but those things brought me in contact with shallow, selfish people who never did anything for anyone else. Somewhere, people were witnessing or feeding the poor, but these characters were thinking about drugs, drunkenness, sex, and the lofty goal of catching big fish. I used to like jazz, but it has nothing to do with God, and it has been created and performed by drug addicts and drunks. I don’t want to hear it now.

I’m not out to change the world. A desire to force other people to comply is carnal. My goal is to control myself and my immediate environment. I am content to hole up in my own little Patmos and try to reach people from inside it. I say all bars should be burned. I don’t mean I think Christians should burn them. That would be insane. It would be nice if they disappeared, however.

To get back to coronavirus, if you belong to God, plagues aren’t for you. If this minor plague gets you, something is amiss. The Bible repeatedly mentions shortages, disease, and violence. Because Americans aren’t learning from disease, our nation will probably see severe shortages and widespread violence before too long. I am working to be excluded. If God excluded the Jews from the plagues of Egypt, surely he will exclude his real children from whatever problems America faces.

Rumors of Yesterday’s Rapture are Greatly Exaggerated

People on Youtube are predicting the rapture will come on July 22, 2020. I’m hoping they’re wrong, because that was yesterday, and I’m still here.

Others think it will be July 25. While nothing could make me happier than to see them proven right (other than having it happen right now), I think it will happen later. People are using weird astronomical calculations to come up with July 25, but the word says God tells us what will happen through prophets, not astronomers. Figuring things out isn’t prophecy.

I watched a great video yesterday. A lady who sounds sort of Jamaican dreamed she and her son were in a school bus, outside a school, waiting for the school day to end. The bus symbolized the separation of the rapture, obviously. School was wrapping up. People who weren’t prepared for the rapture were getting a last chance to learn and repent.

I loved this video, mainly because she used the phrase “going home.” The word “heaven” sounds nice, but “home” has a special meaning. The concept of home is a big deal in the Bible.

Adam had a perfect home. He lost it, and he could never return. In his home, everyone was in agreement. There was no anger or argument. Even the animals were friends to Adam and his wife. Once they were driven from their home, things changed. They had two sons, and one murdered the other. The human race became so corrupt and disgusting, God killed nearly everyone. It’s getting the same way now.

The Jews had a pretty good home in Israel, but like Adam, they were driven out by God. They rebelled, so the land vomited them out. In Israel, when they behaved, they were dominant and prosperous. When they acted up, foreigners came in and humiliated them by ruling over them. They eventually had to leave, and they have been tormented in other nations ever since. Homelessness is a major theme in Jewish history. Apart from Israel, they are strangers wherever they live.

Americans had a sweet situation for a long time. We had our problems, but our nation was generally safer than other nations, and it became the strongest, best nation on earth. Then our rebellion increased to the point where God had to do something. Now foreigners come in illegally and take our jobs and commit crimes (other than the crime of being here illegally). Revolting people push us around politically and in our workplaces. A barbaric nation that used to be afraid of us is becoming dominant over us. The earth has never been “home” for real Christians, but America was the next best thing. Now our “Israel” is being taken from us.

The problem with our predicamant is that there is no place else to go. Christians were able to leave Europe when religion was in decline there. We were able to move to America and live in hegemony. Now that America is not hospitable, we’re stuck. We are out of fresh continents. We can’t go to Mars.

There is no large country left that can function as a home for us. For this reason, the rapture is more exciting to me than it ever has been. There is nothing left for us here, so it’s wonderful to have a new nation that will take us in. Heaven is our nation, it’s perfect in every way, and the people who hate us will never, ever be seen or heard there. Once we take the bus ride, we will never even have to think about them again.

We will never look at the news in heaven and get knots in our stomachs. Won’t that be nice? What a change.

We will still have to think about the earth. Prophecy says at least some of us will have to return to Earth in 7 years, but it will be a changed place. No rioters. No LGBTQRSTUVWXYZ tyranny in the workplace. No secular government to take our money and rule us with insensitivity and spite. No crime problem. No pollution. No plagues. No poverty. Jesus himself will be here as our king. We won’t have to worry about being abused by President Kamala Harris or President Elizabeth Warren.

I was thinking about it last night, and I realized that if I am brought back here, the rapture won’t be a permanent move for me. It will be more like a vacation. My lifespan won’t be over if the tribulation ends within the next decade.

At times I’ve wondered what I should do with my stuff. Should I write a rapture-ready will? I’m not sure how that would work, because 1) everyone I would want to leave things to is a Christian and would hopefully be taken in the rapture, and 2) I don’t think anything I left anyone else would be helpful to them. When the full-blown apocalypse takes place, what good will money and land do anyone? They won’t save anyone from famine, war, pestilence, or the disasters that will kill big percentages of the plants, animals, people, and sea creatures.

Now that I see the rapture as a 7-year rest, I wonder if I should forget about plans for my estate. Maybe my property will survive, and I’ll be entitled to reclaim it. If I’m raptured, I won’t be legally dead anyway, so anyone who tries to take what I have will have no claim.

No one thinks about this stuff.

During the rapture, we will go home to heaven. When the tribulation is over, we’ll return to something we have never experienced: an Earth where we are not rejected. It won’t be home, but it will be ours; our big Israel. We will be kings and queens. No one will question it. No one will protest displaying the Ten Commandments in a public building. No one will tell us kids can’t pray in school. If there is money, we’ll be able to put the face of Jesus on every coin and bill, and no one will be able to do one thing about it.

I’ve already experienced something like this. God moved me from Miami, a trashy city which is like hell’s embassy, to a place where you can go to a store that belongs to a major chain and hear Christian music while you shop. The people here are polite and patient. They are hard to provoke. They do things for each other. It’s not perfect, but it’s a huge step up, and it’s a picture of the rapture.

Every day, I thank God over and over. I look around and I say, “Look at this place! Look where I live!” I say these things out loud while I drive. If I’m this happy here, how will I be able to stand the joy of being at the marriage of Jesus in heaven?

I can’t wait to go home. The closer I get to God, the more he isolates me from corrosive people and spirits. I can’t wait to be completely free of them and to know I will never have to see or hear them again.

The Bible clearly says God’s chosen will know when the rapture is coming. I thought we wouldn’t know, but fellow blogger Baldilocks corrected me. Christians love to say they don’t claim to know the date, but in reality, there is no reason why we can’t. The Bible says it won’t come as a thief in the night to God’s children. The surprise is for everyone else.

It looks like July 22 was not the day, and I don’t think July 25 is it, either. I keep feeling it will be December 24. Pray and see what God tells you.

God kept telling me my dad would not be alive on April 1, 2019. He told me this for months. Then my dad died a week before that day. Now I feel like God is telling me I won’t be here on January 1, 2021, and December 24 comes about a week earlier. Does it mean anything? I’ve been wrong before.

December 24 is my dad’s birthday.

I hope I’m not here to see the children of the devil elect a post-Trump president. It was painful enough to see them elect Clinton and Obama. Biden is demented and presumably dying, and if he is elected, the extreme-leftist black woman he chooses to be vice president will be in charge. Life will be unbearable for anyone who belongs to God. Israel will be in big trouble. It will be very ugly.

There are rabbis who predict that Netanyahu will be Israel’s last prime minister prior to the coming of the Messiah. I don’t consider rabbis prophets, since they missed the Messiah the first time around, but it’s interesting. Even a blind hog finds an acorn once in a while, and in the Bible, a Jew who rejected and persecuted Jesus uttered a prophecy.

Some Christians and Messianics point to the writings of the late Rabbi Yitzhak Kaduri to “prove” Jesus is the Messiah. I have written about it before. I am not convinced.

Kaduri, who was an extremely influential rabbi, claimed he was in communication with the Messiah. When he died, he left a note about him, and the first letters of the first words of the note spelled “Yehoshuah,” which is the long form of “Yeshua,” or “Jesus.” Kaduri’s students confirm that he believed Yeshua was the Messiah, and at least some are now Messianics. They don’t equivocate. They say he expressly stated that Yeshua was the Messiah.

Kaduri’s followers put the note on his website. They were proud of it. Then when the “code” was discovered in the note, the note was taken down, and his son started claiming it was a forgery. Now some notebooks Kaduri filled have been published, and a handwriting expert says the same person wrote the note and the notebooks.

Here’s the thing: Kaduri said the spirit of the Messiah had attached itself to someone in Israel. Was he talking about reincarnation? This is not a Christian doctrine. The Bible clearly says Jesus will return in the skies and that everyone on earth will see it. I suppose he could do that after living in Israel incognito, but it doesn’t sound right. He said he would return in the sky. If he’s living in Israel, that’s a return, and he’s clearly not in the sky.

Of course, the Holy Spirit attaches himself to every Christian who does Christianity right, and the same thing applies to Messianics. If Kaduri was referring to the Holy Spirit, and not reincarnation, then there is no problem. He said the Messiah was already in Israel, but that’s vague. It’s not the same thing as saying a human Messiah in a flesh body was in Israel.

Jesus visits people and talks to them. He visited me twice. I suppose he could dwell on a person for a time if he wanted. That would not be reincarnation.

A Christian preacher has written two books asserting that Kaduri was right. The book is being used to win Jews over.

I don’t believe a reincarnation prophecy could be correct. I also have doubts about Kaduri’s salvation. Jesus plainly stated that if a person denied him before men, he would deny them before Yahweh. We are told that Kaduri said he hid his belief because he was afraid of persecution. If that’s true, how is it possible for him to be saved? If he had been communicating with Jesus, presumably, he would have been told to stand up like a man and tell others what he believed.

I am not sure what to make of the Kaduri stories. If they’re unsound, people shouldn’t use them as conversion tools. You can’t build a strong house on a soft foundation. But it’s interesting. Also, sometimes false prophesies are partly true. Kaduri had a long history of giving people magical charms, which means he was a witch, but Saul got sound information through a witch, and besides, a witch can repent.

Kaduri said the Messiah wouldn’t return until Ariel Sharon died. Sharon had a stroke soon after he said that. He was in a coma for an amazing 8 years, and he died in 2014. That was the year after the US Supreme Court forced federal recognition of absurd gay “marriage.” This shows Sharon died at about the time the world started to get really insane.

Kaduri also said Jews needed to return to Israel to escape natural disasters. So far, the disasters haven’t materialized.

The more I look at Kaduri, the more I think I’ve misunderstood what he said in the past. Maybe he was on the level.

This week, I had a few end-time thoughts which may be revelations.

First, why are there so many rapture dreams on Youtube, referring to floods and tsunamis?

I had my own tsunami rapture dream several years ago. I was sitting on the floor in my grandparent’s living room. Their house was a place of peace and escape for me. It was a place of belonging. My mother was in a chair in a corner. She was wearing jeans and a work shirt; items she would never have worn in real life. She had long hair. I have never seen her with long hair. I had a little dish of insecticide bait pellets in front of me.

I heard a horn sound. The pitch was low. It shook the earth. Somehow I knew the creature blowing it was way out over the Pacific somewhere. I realized the rapture was taking place.

My mother, the poison pellets, and I started rising in the air. It was as though the room were filling with invisible water. Everything else stayed put. I woke up when we started passing through the ceiling.

It’s strange that the poison was coming with us. It had obviously been provided by God, for some good purpose during my time on earth. Sometimes I think I have been bait for people controlled by demons. Many, many people have attacked me for no reason during my life. It’s something I expect. It’s normal for me. The poison would be the judgment God hands down to them later.

Why do rapture dreams resemble floods?

The first rapture was the flood. The earth was full of filthy people who were polluted with the DNA of fallen angels who had had sex with bird-brained women. This is where the giants came from. Enoch says they were giants in the flesh but not in spirit. God made water rise. Those who didn’t float died. Those who were lifted in the ark survived and ended up in a cleansed world.

Jewish legend, which is occasionally correct, says Satan petitioned God after the flood, complaining that God had locked up spirits that served him. He said he needed more of them to tempt mankind. God released a fraction of them, and they are with us today, if the story is true.

Things that happen in the physical world in the Old Testament are shadows of things that happen in the supernatural world in the New Testament. Physical water and the extermination of half-breed abominations symbolize other things that take place in later times.

After the flood, God promised he would not use water to destroy the world again.

In the Bible, water represents words and voices. These are the things that actually control everything else. The word says God’s voice sounds like many waters. When Peter sank in the Sea of Galilee, it was a picture of a person succumbing to the voices of corrupt people and demons. There is a sea of such voices that covers the world.

When the rapture comes, supernatural waters that do not come from evil spirits or their children will rise, and those who belong to Jesus will float on them. We won’t see water with our eyes. It won’t be physical water. It will be a supernatural tide that comes from God.

I believe this explains the flood of tsunami dreams. I use the word “flood” deliberately, even though it looks like a bad choice.

The second revelation, or possible revelation, involves the birth of Israel (Jacob) and Esau. Esau was a profane person who always threw away future blessings in exchange for immediate gratification of the flesh. He was like a pig. For all his faults, Israel was closer to God.

The Revelation says a woman clothed with the sun will give birth, and a red dragon will try to consume the baby when it comes.

The dragon is Satan. It sweeps a third of the stars from heaven with its tail, just as Satan corrupted a third of the angels.

The woman–God’s people–is taken by eagles and carried away to safety for 7 years. That just happens to be the number of years of tribulation that follow the rapture.

The dragon tries to destroy the woman by spewing water from its mouth, but the earth swallows the water. When a person’s words have no power, they fall to earth, according to scripture.

Satan is constantly filling the earth with the water of his lies and curses. “God isn’t real.” “Christians are silly, ignorant racists who hate women.” “Jesus is just like Buddha.” “There are many ways to heaven.” “Christianity is anti-female, and wicca is right because it recognizes the superiority of women.” “Science proves the Bible is wrong.” You’ve heard them all. Faith provided by God is what allows you to float on the water.

The Revelation talks about labor pains, but it’s not completely clear whether Jesus and his nation are the only ones who are being born. It looks like the antichrist is also being born, because he rises up before Jesus takes over the world, and like Esau, he ends up on the bottom.

When Israel and Esau were born, Esau came out first. He was the elder, so he was entitled to receive most of what Isaac had. Israel came out behind him, holding his ankle. Esau was unworthy, and he ended up selling Israel his birthright for a bowl of soup. Then Isaac was tricked into giving Israel the elder son’s blessing.

It appears to me that the birth of Esau and Israel is a picture of the end. The antichrist, who is the human representative of Satan, will emerge before Jesus comes in glory. He will rule in great power, like a king who inherited his kingdom as an eldest son. Then Jesus and his nation will return, take over, and expel the antichrist.

Esau was red when he was born, like the dragon.

It certainly looks like the birth of the twins was a picture of the emergence of the antichrist and his defeat and replacement. Satan’s children rule the world right now, but we will receive everything they’ve stolen, and they will be removed from our presence.

I’m not certain about everything, but I think it’s safe to say the age of the Gentiles (the age of the church) is over. I believe the apocalypse has begun. I believe the rapture will take place soon, and I strongly suspect it will be this year.