Revelation 12:4

The sad tale of the family who ran my last church continues.

As you know if you’ve kept up, my former pastor is going to trial to determine whether he is guilty of molesting a little girl over a period of years. After he was arrested, his wife developed a brain tumor, and she is dying. The church is long gone.

Here is something their only son put on Instagram the other day, with my redactions:

I want to be honest about his kid without being self-righteous or angry. It’s a hard line to tread, because he is a real button-pusher. He’s very obnoxious, especially to older people. He has never accomplished anything in his life, yet he looks down on individuals who are more intelligent and who have done much better. I’ll be blunt. He’s not bright. He ought to have a little humility.

When I knew him, he couldn’t hold a job. He was not in college. He had problems with the police. He seemed determined to convince people he was a thug, although he was really a soft, chubby mama’s boy who lived with his parents. A friend of mine told me he spent too much time in Liberty City, around true thugs. He was afraid one day this kid would turn up on a sidewalk naked after a thorough beating.

I think the reason he hasn’t been beaten half to death is that no one takes him seriously. Or maybe God is watching over him.

Certain other kids like him in spite of his off-putting personality and unproductive lifestyle. Maybe he is willing to say the things they secretly feel and believe.

I think that if he is determined to air his toxic views, he should wait until his mother dies. She doesn’t need to have his problems on her mind right now.

The two people who “liked” his picture and his ranting, and whose usernames appear under it, are church kids. One is a beautiful girl who was part of the dance team. The other is the stepdaughter of the church’s late head deacon. This man had breast cancer, and he died in spite of all our praying and fasting. He was very proud, and he refused to discuss repentance and confession.

The girl from the dance team is now a professional tattoo artist. God does not like tattoos, which is why Satan inspired the Nazis to tattoo Jewish prisoners.

I can’t tell what’s in people’s hearts. A lot of folks say they can “read people.” They can’t. We can only guess. Anyone can be fooled. I admit, one of these girls didn’t seem very committed, but I did’t expect her to fall away completely. The other–the deacon’s daughter–went to a Christian high school and seemed perfectly solid. Now she’s out there in public, backing up an endorsement of atheism.

When I think about the pastor, the first thing that comes to mind is distress over what has happened to him. I should be more moved by the damage his niece has sustained, but what happened to him is scary, so I suppose it affects me more. I would want to die if I were in his shoes. Barring a technicality, he will be in prison for decades. Bearing that prospect must be extremely difficult, and he has to do it while he watches his wife wither and die.

I think too much about a proud man who doesn’t believe in confession. That’s because I also have guilt. I can relate to the guilty and the threat of God’s punishment. I don’t think enough about the people he hurt.

The church did a lot of good. God manifested himself in the services. He spoke through the pastors. God will speak through an active pedophile! That’s something I never expected. The church attracted a lot of young people, and had the pastor not been destroyed, they might have gone on to have excellent, powerful relationships with God.

Who knows what would have happened, had the pastor repented? Maybe he and his family would have handled things privately. Maybe God would have healed him, his niece, his children, his wife, and his sister. I’m not saying a pedophile is good choice to pastor a church, but God does miraculous things in people who humble themselves.

The pastor waited until God’s patience ran out, and he was exposed by other people. The church crumbled. People who relied on the pastor scattered.

There’s the problem. Reliance. We worship men and women. We put too much trust in them. Pastors heap glory on themselves. They have a VIP mindset. They speak of themselves and other preachers as though they were celebrities. An informed Christian never exalts a man. They don’t talk about their buddies, name-dropping in order to convince people there is a special group of anointed individuals on a higher level. There are only two levels in God’s kingdom: his, and ours. God is only one rank above me. No human being is above me. No one.

At New Dawn Ministries (might as well name the church), we treated the pastors and their silly son like royalty. I didn’t like it, but it’s how things were. We kept having pastor appreciation days. We paid for them to go to spas and resorts. The pastor wanted us to give money to his son, who would have been better served by a foot in the butt and a month on a chain gang. We were supposed to honor the son simply because his dad was the pastor.

I think I gave some money to one of the birthday collections for the pastor, but I stayed away from the other offerings. These people worked three hours a week, and they took whatever they wanted from the church’s donations. They couldn’t be bothered to show up before services or for prayer meetings. I didn’t see any reason to shower them with massages and free dinners.

The church had ranks and positions. One position was “minister.” We had a minister named Sal. He was a lot older than the pastors. One day, he stood in front of church members and put the pastor’s arm over his shoulders. He stooped and told us the pastor was over him. He said something about the pastor being his “dad.”

He was showing us we should be completely submitted to the pastor. Crazy. That’s not in the Bible. Nobody groveled before Paul or called him “father.” Paul was in the business of connecting people with the Holy Spirit. He didn’t build little armies with multiple tiers of authority, putting barriers between men and God.

When a hundred people worship a man, and Satan wants to get those people, he doesn’t have to corrupt all of them one at a time. He corrupts the man they worship, and that man leads the rest of them to destruction. If you are directly connected to God, who can come between you? No one is going to corrupt God.

I don’t like Christian celebrities. I don’t care how many orphans they feed or how many CD’s they sell. They almost always end up glorifying themselves and making others feel as though they were gods. A celebrity is just a person a lot of other people know about. They’re not special. Jeffrey Dahmer was a celebrity.

You can be as good a Christian as Paul and Peter, and if no one knows who you are, it’s irrelevant. Don’t let anyone tell you different. Don’t exalt your pastor. He may teach you error. He may go to hell. If he’s still alive, he has time to fall away.

Sometimes I tell God, “I will stick with you even if everyone else on earth goes to hell.” I don’t mean I don’t care about other people. I mean I am not going to let their nonsense affect my relationship with God.

If you go to a church where the same 5 or 10 people keep showing up on the stage to teach or heal or whatever, your church is a failure. Everyone in a church should have power, and they should have testimonies. If the power and righteousness aren’t spreading, the church has gangrene.

I no longer pay any attention to people who don’t have testimonies. If God is working in your life, you, like every Biblical figure who knew God, will have something to show for it.

I don’t care how many books you’ve read. I don’t care how many mission trips you go on. I don’t care how many orphans you’ve posed with on Instagram. I don’t care if you’re fluent in Christianese. I don’t care if your pastor gave you a black belt in intercession. I don’t care about your nonsensical validations that might as well have come out of cereal boxes. I don’t care. I don’t care. I don’t care. Paul reached people by demonstrating God’s power, not by opening a yeshiva and holding classes. If you can’t demonstrate God’s power, you have nothing whatsoever to teach me, because you don’t really know anything.

It’s hard to think of anything more worthless than a theology degree.

I got an “Abishai award” from the pastors at Trinity Church in Miami. I burned it and used the frame for something else. I was an idiot to go onstage and accept it.

The pastor’s son’s Instagram post underscores something for me: I am surrounded by people who are full of it, and I can’t tell who they are.

I remember my days at Trinity Church. I used to wonder what the parking lot would look like if all the liars left. We wouldn’t have had hundreds of cars any more. How many would we have had? Ten? Five? Three?

People puff themselves up to look bigger than they are. Think about debt. Imagine driving through a neighborhood and seeing all the cars and houses that aren’t paid for disappear. What would remain? How many people are really homeowners? How many people own their cars? That’s what Christianity is like. If God put us through a sieve, most of us would fall right through.

About 80% of America’s homes are occupied by people who rent or have mortgages.

The pastor’s son and his friends were just theater props. There was nothing inside them to give them permanence. Maybe if the pastors hadn’t failed, these kids could have been changed.

It has to be hard to grow up in a pastor’s house, knowing he’s a fraud. It has to affect your view of God himself. We always end up blaming God for what human beings do.

I think about these young people, but I also think about the sincere ones (the ones I think were sincere, anyway). We had kids who got up early on Sunday and waited for the church van. They rode to church without their parents. I suspect that at least some of them were serious. What are they doing now? What do they think about church? What do they think about God?

Maybe they were liars, too. Maybe they only went to church so they could socialize. In any case, they were abandoned. Their parents abandoned them, and then the church followed suit.

Is the son really an atheist? He used to fall on his knees in front of the church and sob as hard as he could. He shook and wailed. He cried for about 45 minutes once. He was completely out of control. That wasn’t an act. Something was going on. But people are irrational. There are people who have seen God manifest himself, yet who act like it never happened. I’ve known people who spoke under the influence of the Holy Spirit in church yet had a different mindset at home.

Many atheists aren’t really people who don’t believe in God. They are people who are trying to punish God by insulting him and pretending he doesn’t exist.

What’s the upshot of all this? I suppose it’s this: confession and repentance are important. The pastor is going to prison. His wife will be dead soon. His son is a punk. Many people who relied on the pastors are in trouble. Confession and repentance could have prevented this from happening, but they are the two things the pastors hated most.

Large Backlog

God has told me a lot of things since the last time I wrote about the little phrases he gives me, so I am here to catch up.

“You are the only authority.”

God has been stressing the importance of getting rid of the spirits I drew into myself in decades of ignorance and rebellion. My so-called teachers didn’t help me with this. My last pastor, to his credit, talked about demons and cast some out, but he didn’t understand how important they were, and he never talked about the importance of confession and repentance. If you don’t confess and repent, the demons you cast out generally come back with friends.

When I was a kid, churches were totally dead and without power. You sat in a pew and listened to useless criticism from a preacher who encouraged you to improve yourself instantaneously, without help, and you sang some boring hymns and, depending on the denomination, maybe you watched the adults eat a cracker. That’s what church was. Later on, I went to churches where they taught that demons were real, but the pastors were mainly concerned with satisfying their greed, so they didn’t do enough to get people delivered.

They didn’t want to tell people they needed to confess or that they had demons. They wanted money, money, money. They wanted butts in seats. They coddled their audiences and tickled their ears with comforting lies. “God is happy with you just as you are.” Imagine going to a doctor with a huge melanoma on your face and having him tell you you’re in perfect health. That’s what they were like.

Only one authority can give me a life of peace and victory. That’s God. There are rich and powerful people who seem to be doing well, but with few exceptions, they’re full of rot and failure. We judge them by the way they look, which is exactly what Satan wants. He holds them up and says, “Look. You don’t need God. Look at Kim Kardashian. Look at Beyonce.” He used to hold up Whitney Houston and Michael Jackson. He held up Anthony Bourdain. He held up losers who looked like winners. Anthony Bourdain is burning in agony right now, and he always will be.

He also points to godly, supernaturally people who live in obscurity and tells us they’re failures.

My life can’t work unless I give God complete authority, casting every competing spirit out, and allow his authority to flow through me. I can’t dip my toe in the pool and expect success. I have to jump in.

“Thank you for beauty.”

Some things work. Not everything is so corrupt I can’t take pleasure in it. I was getting into the shower, and I was looking at this wonderful home God gave me. I was thinking about the way peace and success were increasing in my life. I thought about the beauty of God’s shalom; his peace and prosperity. Then I heard, “Thank you for beauty.” This world is a cesspool and a death camp, but there are little footholds that help us bear it until we leave.

“I have to be a wisdom collector.”

I was thinking about the helpful things I learn. Consider the book of Proverbs. If you read it without thinking, it’s not that impressive, but if you try to apply every proverb, your life changes dramatically. Applying one proverb can be the difference between success and disaster.

Consider the warnings about slutty women in Proverbs 5. Many men have gone insane from syphilis because of brief indiscretions. The flesh has rotted off of their skulls. Go look up pictures. That can happen to you in 30 seconds of fornication. That’s just one way a trollop can destroy you. Millions of men have had good health all over their lives simply because they listened to Proverbs 5 once, and many men and families have been destroyed by quick acts of disobedience.

Wisdom is a big deal. Successful cultures impart wisdom to kids. Consider Jews and east Asians. They give their kids inheritances of wisdom and knowledge. People from these cultures tend to do well and stay out of prison and off government assistance. Now think about cultures that don’t pass knowledge and wisdom on. Think of American blacks, many of whom don’t have fathers. The majority of murders in America are committed by one eighth of the population: black people. They stay on the bottom because they have no guidance. Every generation starts with nothing.

My parents didn’t teach me much of anything. It’s a terrible thing to reflect on. My dad is 86, and he is still a source of destructive advice. I wasn’t cultivated. I grew like a watermelon seed spat out of a car window into a ditch. It’s amazing that I’m not dead. All I had to rely on was my own very poor judgment.

I have to collect wisdom, rely on it, and spread it to other people. There isn’t much hope for me, at my advanced age, but I can help others, and whatever time I have left will be improved considerably.

“You can’t be a worldly person.”

God gave me this for someone else, but it applies to every Christian. It’s not enough to refrain from things like murder, stealing, fornication, and drug and alcohol abuse. We have to insulate ourselves from worldly ideas. We have to quit watching TV all day. We have to stop listening to stupid, sinful entertainers who corrupt our minds. If you make your mind up to live in a godless city, work in a godless office, hang around with godless friends, and absorb godless entertainment, you will stay weak, and God won’t pay any attention to you when you come crying to him with your problems.

Remember the scene in The Godfather, where Amerigo Bonasera came to Don Corleone and asked him to kill the young men who raped his daughter? Corleone said he had always avoided him, thinking he was above him, and then when he needed him, he showed up begging for help. He turned him down. Bonasera hadn’t wanted anything to do with Corleone, but he called on his authority when he had a problem. God isn’t a mafioso, but the Bible makes it clear that people who don’t belong to him get limited help.

I feel like I need to keep moving away from unnecessary exposure to the world of the godless. I shouldn’t get too close to people who are in the process of being destroyed.

“You know already.”

When I confess to God, I have a hard time refraining from covering up. I feel like I have to shape my words so they don’t make him angry. I deny things that I feel. I want to make excuses. The thing is, God knows already. I can’t tell him anything he doesn’t know. The purpose of confession isn’t to inform him. It’s to get clean.

Were Adam and Eve cursed for eating the forbidden fruit? I’m not sure, but I know that even if God had forgiven that, they would still have been on the hook for refusing to take the blame. Eve blamed Satan. Adam blamed Eve. God told me this: “The concealment of a sin is worse than the sin itself.” Sin is bad, but denial is what makes you sick and causes you to rot.

I have to remember that God sees through me, so I can be honest and get cleansed and healed.

“You’ve given me supremacy.”

God has given us authority over everything. Our flesh. Evil spirits. Fallen people. Matter. We are supposed to exercise it, in humility and honesty, giving him the glory. It really works. When it doesn’t work, it’s us, not the system.

“Things get better, or things get worse.”

God was reminding me that it’s impossible to rest and feel like I don’t need to keep confessing and praying. You’re not okay just because you go to church and pray. When you turn back to God, you don’t instantly find yourself in a position of perfect protection and success. You have to keep growing. Every day, you have to dig inside yourself and work with God. If you’re not doing this, you’re rotting. You’re becoming more corrupt. You can’t stand still.

Unfortunately, this world is like an ocean, and we’re all treading water. If you become complacent, you sink.

Christians can be full of demons (most of us are). We can become possessed. We can go to hell; it’s full of Christians. Rest is for the dead, not us. Don’t stop doing maintenance.

“I am watching Satan fail.”

God was encouraging me. Good things keep happening in my life. It’s because God keeps correcting me. He keeps helping me to reach new levels of confession. I let go of things I haven’t wanted to acknowledge. Satan kept me captive by preventing me from confessing. Now that God is succeeding in improving my honesty, Satan is failing, and he will never stop failing unless I stop.

“Thank you for correction.”

God was reminding me what was at the root of the positive changes in my life.

“I am growing in hostile ground.”

This planet is not my home. It doesn’t work. It tries to kill me every day, literally. My body is unrefrigerated meat. Without God’s protection, I would be like a pile of green hamburger in three days. People are constantly trying to take what I have. They are looking for ways to hurt me. Bugs want to sting me. Germs want to make me ill and kill me. Demons swarm on me like flies on manure. This is a terrible place. I can’t let myself get attached to it, and I can’t let myself get the idea that things here will ever be ideal.

Many Christians think they have to change the world. That’s insane. Jesus himself could not change the world. He left. We’re going to be driven out, too. We’re supposed to be working with God to change individuals, starting with ourselves. The world has terminal cancer.

“Thank you for freedom.”

God keeps increasing my power over the spirits that assail me. When I was a little kid, spirits tormented me all day and every night. Loathsome people abused me. I couldn’t get victory over anyone. I had no relief. The more God aligns me with his program, the more power I have to drive my enemies off. He is giving me real freedom that lasts.

“Please save me from myself.”

I am the worst enemy I have. Think about it. No one else can sin for me. No one else can reject salvation. No one else can lie to God for me. I have all sorts of enemies, but the only reason they succeed is that I help them.

If God can save me from myself, no one else can touch me.

“I’ve been abused a lot, and I’m weary of people.”

I feel the air go out of my lungs when I say this. It’s so true. What a revelation.

Why do I love living in the country? Because I’m sick of people. Satan is able to use most people against me. No matter what I do, I can count on them mistreating me and arguing with me. I can count on them doing their best to tempt and provoke me. To make things worse, they never come up with anything new. Nothing is more vexing or discouraging than being attacked with the same nonsense over and over.

I’m not the only one who feels this way. God has the same problem. His love never runs out, but his patience does. Before the flood, he gave mankind 120 years to straighten up. Then he drowned everyone. He’s going to do it again, with fire.

God is exalted. He is to be obeyed and honored. He can’t really be God if he allows himself to be abused forever. It has to be a temporary thing. Order has to be restored.

The closer you get to God, the more alienated you feel. Other people seem more and more foreign. It becomes rarer and rarer to meet anyone who understands you or feels as you do. I find myself wanting to limit the time I spend with people. It’s nice to visit with people I care about, but it’s also very nice when they go home.

Thank God life is short. This place is a madhouse, and it’s dangerous.

God’s Patience is not Infinite

I just had some disturbing news.

If you’ve been reading the blog for a while, you may know that the pastor of my last church was arrested for molesting his niece over a period of years. He was supposed to be tried today, but he got a continuance until August 20. That will be one year to the day from the first morning I woke up in my new home, far from Miami.

The charges indicated that she was less than 12 years old when he started. As I understand it, she told a friend of hers last year, and somehow things escalated. A friend of mine says the pastor confessed in front of the church last summer, and he was arrested in September.

Prison is bad at its best, but it is said to be worse for child molesters. If you’re a child molester, everyone feels morally superior to you, and they feel entitled to mistreat you.

The pastor and his wife were not good to me. They didn’t just reject me. They were nasty about it. The pastor accosted a friend of mine in the church parking lot long after I left and started screaming at him. He got way too close, and my friend threatened to give him a beating.

That’s what things were like.

The church was a cult. When members fell out with the pastors and left, everyone else was discouraged from talking to them. When I left, I found out which church friends were real. The others cut me off and even unfriended me on Facebook, as if merely seeing my Facebook posts would poison their minds.

I told people the church was going to dry up and disappear. At best, I said, they would end up meeting in someone’s living room. The pastors had terrible pride issues. They did things to drive people away, and they got angry when members made suggestions.

The “house prophet” kept “prophesying” that the church would grow, we would get a new building, we would see miracles, this one would have twins, that one would be healed of cancer, and so on. A real prophet would have told them they were blowing it.

Obviously, the church did not survive the arrest. It ran on fumes for a bit and then expired.

Today I found out things have gotten even worse. The pastor’s wife has brain cancer. She is said to have only weeks to live, and I am also told her mind is going. I also heard that the molestation started when the victim was six.

A friend of mine called and told me. I said, “It’s like that family is being destroyed.” He said the person who told him had said the same thing.

It’s like they’re being erased from the planet. What is happening to them is astounding.

Their son is a mess. He’s a petty criminal, and he has all sorts of emotional problems. He ridicules Christianity. He seems to be included in the destruction.

Their daughter seems okay. She married a very nice guy. He’s a preacher. They live over a thousand miles away.

I know what their problem is. They don’t confess. They and others in the church got mad at me when I talked about the connection between misfortune and a lack of repentance. They were 21st-century charismatics. They only wanted to hear about money and miracles. People accused me of blaming others for their problems. Actually, that was correct. We do cause our problems, including cancer and other diseases. But people don’t want to hear it. They want to hear that nothing is their fault.

My mother’s sins made her sick and killed her. She smoked for 50 years, and she died of lung cancer. Using addictive drugs is a sin. AIDS is almost always caused by sin. The sin of gluttonizing puts people in motorized wheelchairs, blinds them, and costs them their feet. It ought to be obvious that sin causes problems. It also prevents God from fixing our problems and healing our diseases.

Many times, I’ve asked God if I should pray for the pastor and his wife, and the answer has always been “no.” The reason? They won’t listen. Their problems are caused by their own decisions. They’ve decided to close their ears, so praying won’t help them. They don’t need miracles. They need to have their minds changed so God’s power can flow through them. God doesn’t change people’s minds. He applies persuasion, but he doesn’t interfere with our free will. His name is Jehovah, not Geppetto.

A person only has so much prayer time, and if you waste it on the proud and stubborn, you will neglect people who can actually be helped. Satan sends us time-wasters who don’t really want to change.

You would expect Christians to do better than this. I’m not surprised that the church failed, because that was obviously inevitable. I’m surprised that this couple’s lives are being completely destroyed. Even a Christian who is off course will usually get a fair amount of help from God. I’m shocked at how little help they’re getting.

Sure, he’s a pedophile. But God helps pedophiles that open up to him and repent. His wife may be brassy and difficult, but she’s not an axe murderer. Whatever their failings are, they acknowledge God. Apparently, it’s not enough to protect them from catastrophe.

We should be afraid of God. Look how badly things can go when we toy with him.

I’m so glad God has helped me to receive correction. He saved me incredible suffering by teaching me about confession and repentance. I didn’t figure it out. I was an idiot who loved sin. He had to show me. I was doing my own thing, screwing my life up as much as possible. I would have continued had he not given me knowledge I didn’t deserve.

I can’t say it enough. Hell isn’t full of sinners; it’s full of people who don’t listen. Heaven is packed to the rafters with sinners. It’s full of murderers, thieves, whores, sodomites, and every other type of transgressor. It’s full of guilty people who confessed and repented. Hell is full of people who thought they knew best. And many of them are very, very nice people who treated others well.

Pride and denial may not take you to hell, but they can bring hell up to meet you while you’re here on earth. They caused Job’s problems.

Scary stuff.

I don’t think I’ll ever pray for my former pastors again, but I will be praying for the people they bamboozled and abused. The Bible says that when the dragon was cast out of heaven, it drew a third of the stars along with it, with its tail. I know a lot of people who have been misled by preachers, and there is more hope for many of them than for their former pastors.

There; I Fixed That for You

In case anyone is wondering, I can tell you why it’s wrong for Google and the other leftist-controlled tech giants are wrong to use their power to censor Second Amendment supporters and starve their businesses.

Many people are upset because the Googsters are punishing users who support the private ownership of firearms. What’s happening isn’t new, nor is it limited to Google. Paypal will not let you use its service to buy firearms. Ebay sells parts but not guns. These policies are pretty old.

By the way, Google just banned the channel for Brownell’s, an old and respected firearms-related company that appears to have nothing to do with the black rifle fad or politics. If Elmer Fudd were real, he would have a Brownell’s account. It’s not a scary company. Google banned them anyway. The account reappeared later, but it’s disturbing that the ban ever happened.

Years ago, Google had no problems with guns. I used to use Google Shopping to look for firearms deals. At the time, it was the best game in town. Google killed firearms ads, and now there are other sources that are as good or better. Google lost business, and gun sellers worked around them.

Google’s new Youtube restrictions are a lot like their Google Shopping firearms ban. Channels that disseminate useful information about guns are disappearing, but in the past they were very common. A huge amount of content is still present. Google hasn’t been able to remove everything overnight. If you see what’s still available, it shows that whatever Youtube may look like in the near future, it has been a prolific disseminator of gun-related content.

People who are angry about the censorship like to talk about freedom of speech and the First Amendment. They’re wrong. Google isn’t bound by the First Amendment. If they want, they can announce a new policy saying all videos have to be about chickens, and it won’t conflict with the First Amendment at all. The Constitution guarantees (supposedly) our freedom from GOVERNMENT censorship. It doesn’t control private companies.

Somehow, we feel that the tech snowflakes are wrong, but we can’t seem to articulate a good reason. I’ll tell you the reason. They’re wrong because they have always been against us, yet they used us for years to build their businesses and get us to rely on them, and now that they feel secure, they are abandoning us.

Gun people helped build Google, Youtube, Paypal, and a bunch of other tech companies. We all know these companies are run and staffed by sissies from America’s coasts. They never wanted to do anything for us, but they whored themselves out anyway because they needed us. They wanted income. They wanted market share. They knew excluding us would prevent them from gaining market dominance, so they choked back their rage and worked with us. Now they’re fat and cocky, so they think they’ll be okay after they stab us in the back.

Is what they’re doing illegal? No. At least I don’t think so. It’s still wrong. It’s still “evil,” to use a word Google self-righteously used in its old corporate motto.

Remember that motto? “Don’t be evil.” Google got rid of it recently. Does this mean they decided it was okay to be evil? No. It probably means they realized how fatuous and naive it sounded.

Imagine if God had told the Jews, “Don’t be evil,” and vanished. What a worthless admonition it would have been. No guidelines. No description of evil. It would have been a catastrophe.

Who decides what “evil” means? “Don’t be evil” is something a two-year-old would say. It means nothing. It’s not surprising that leftists would use it as a motto, because they love claiming moral authority without providing any substance. Conservatives know that righteousness requires thought and effort. It involves close decisions and hard choices. Leftists like to march with banners and wave rainbow flags, but they don’t like being pinned down and asked for real guidance. Their purpose isn’t to fight evil. It’s to be admired. You may sound righteous and intelligent when you say something like, “Don’t be evil,” but as soon as you have to defend your remark and define it, you start to look just as confused as everyone else.

Google’s motto was idiotic, but one would hope that it reflected a sparkle of sincerity. One would hope that the Googsters would ask themselves about the righteousness of using people and then throwing them away. One would hope that they would understand the ugliness and cruelty of deliberately choking off a huge segment of the population, based purely on political differences. It’s not like we’re being denied access to Waffle House when Cracker Barrel is right next door. We’re being denied access to important, unique services.

The posture of the tech overlords is a confirmation of the right’s perception of dismissive leftist elitism. Flyover people are not human beings to be listened to and respected. They are livestock, to be controlled and ridiculed. All the brilliant, correct people are on the coasts. In between, there are only filthy potato eaters. Truck pull watchers. Bible believers. Their beliefs and desires are infantile, and they have no right to govern themselves or participate in the marketplace of ideas.

To the tech overlords, we are like dementia patients. You don’t ask permission when you change the circumstances of a demented person’s life. You go in, wrap him in a wet sheet, shoot him full of Valium, and do what you want. Take his guns. Take his car keys. Block his favorite TV channels. Change his menu. Whatever you want. You are correct to do it, because you are RIGHT.

In the classic novel The Time Machine, the world consisted of two groups. Below ground lived the hairy, brutal morlocks. They concealed themselves in their tunnels. Above ground lived the eloi. They were feckless vegetarians who lived on fruit and vegetables that appeared mysteriously in their midst. From time to time, the morlocks snatched a few of the eloi and ate them. The eloi lived in a fool’s paradise, and the morlocks were realists who controlled the system.

It seems like we live in a funny inversion of the eloi/morlock scheme. The pampered, perfumed eloi, who live in apartments and think food comes from stores, are trying to control the morlocks, who make the country function. The eloi want to force the realists to live by rules based on a distorted perception of the world.

We’re out here growing crops, mining metal, pumping oil, and manufacturing important products. We’re in military bases and on ships around the world, protecting the eloi so they can organize riots and throw urine on the police. They’re in cities drinking $6 coffee and working at jobs with titles like “diversity counselor” and “pet aromatherapist.” They’re working at colleges, teaching real courses like “The Sociology of Miley Cyrus.”

We have effete, utterly unproductive people like Camille Paglia and Joy Behar, trying to explain the world to cattle ranchers and wheat farmers.

Economists love to tell about the impossibility of an island on which everyone makes a living doing laundry for the others. Imagine an island populated by Andy Warhols. Who would make canapes and clean up after parties?

I guess it would be Andre Leon Talley. They could ferry him in. He needs the money.

The contempt, misplaced and nonsensical though it is, is very real, and leftists have proven themselves ruthless enough to act on it. They don’t just promote their toxic ideas through talk. They gag the rest of us and even make it impossible for us to buy and sell.

It’s legal. They can do it. Is it ethical or kind? They don’t care. The left has never been kind, and leftists jeer at ethical consideration. One of leftism’s big draws is that it frees cruel people to mistreat others in the name of “higher” ideals.

If you want to throw red paint on someone or burn down a business without remorse, you need to become a leftist. It’s hard to find justification for such things in conservative or Christian organizations. You won’t see NRA members or Operation Rescue volunteers wearing masks and turning over police cars, but things like that are common among organizations like BLM, Antifa, Occupy Wall Street, and the Environmental Liberation Front.

Back when the tech lions were scared tech kittens, we fed them, with the best of intentions. Now they’re big and strong, and they can do what they’ve wanted to do all along. They don’t realize they’re creating a dystopia. You can’t embark on a policy of oppression without developing a malevolent heart that will never stop looking for new targets. Malice is habit-forming, and so is denial. If you mistreat conservatives and Christians at work every day, you will also mistreat your loved ones and friends. You won’t be able to turn it on and off.

We have laws banning monopolies. A monopoly is a single entity that controls a market niche. We don’t have laws banning ideological monopolies. If every Internet company belongs to a larger leftist cabal–pretty much true–there is nothing we can do. One wonders if there is a way to address the problem. I think that if these companies were all controlled by the Catholic Church or the Assemblies of God, legislators would be looking for a solution.

In truth, we probably need laws (I hate to say that) similar to the laws that govern hotels and transportation companies. Some services are so important, they have to be available to everyone. Holiday Inn can’t ban gun shop owners, and Delta Airlines can’t ban Republicans. Maybe the tech despots need a little bit of the regulation they want to impose on the rest of us.

The Googsters and their ilk don’t get a pass just because what they do is legal. Oppression is oppression, regardless of the source.

Self-Esteem is Just Mind Candy

I suppose I should take a brief break from writing about frivolous things and say a few words about God.

I know I will repeat ideas I have talked about in the past. I will probably repeat facts, too. These things are inevitable. My memory is not great, and apart from that, the things I’m going through today are related to the things I have gone through before.

Satan is real. The other fallen angels are real. Demons, the offspring they created with human women, are real. Human beings didn’t make these beings up in order to create the false impression that they understood the universe and had some control over their destinies. That’s something modern scoffers say in order to create the false impression that they understand the universe and have some control over their destinies.

Egotists who think they’re smarter than the ancients dismiss everything people believed prior to our enlightened age, in which we study at the feet of the body-modified sages of Instagram and Coachella. They don’t know what they’re talking about. The ancients got a lot of things wrong, but they weren’t stupid, and they were right to believe in the supernatural.

Supernatural manifestations haven’t stopped. Most Americans don’t talk about them, but that has more to do with embarrassment than observation. Put 10 educated Americans in a room, get them to loosen up, and several will tell you about their supernatural experiences.

People will tell you supernatural events don’t happen. Cash prizes for proof of supernatural events and abilities exist, and they haven’t been claimed. Skeptics will say this proves the supernatural doesn’t exist. Here’s a problem with this childish argument: if supernatural events take place, there is no reason why they have to be provable. Example: I saw a spirit in my dad’s house in Miami; I saw it clearly, in detail. How can I prove that? I can’t make it come back and pose for a camera. Many people have seen and heard spirits. Jesus has appeared to people in a visible form. If he appeared to everyone on earth tomorrow and didn’t allow photography, there would be no proof of his appearance. Would that mean it hadn’t happened?

Can you prove you’ve ever eaten a hamburger? Can you prove you’ve played checkers? Proving things is not easy, when eyewitness testimony alone is not considered proof.

A long time ago, one of my relatives was in a house where a child was sick. He had a fever. Back then, people didn’t believe in giving water to people with fevers. The child kept begging for water. There was a glass of water in the room. My relative saw the glass jerk toward the child. The child’s mother said, “Give it to him. He’s going to die anyway.”

I can’t prove it, any more than I can prove Jesus (or Socrates or Genghis Khan) existed. I think it’s true, because the story came from a male relative who was not interested in God or the supernatural, but if you want proof, I can’t help you.

Satan is real, and he has many angels and demons who work for him, trying to harm human beings and take us to hell. He works against us every day. We are always surrounded by spirits we can’t see, and they have a great deal of influence on us. If you’re not led by the Holy Spirit, you serve the demons that consider you their workplace. You may not be a serial killer or a witch, but you are a slave to your flesh, and in various ways, you work against the spread of the gospel of the kingdom.

I don’t care who you are. There are demons around you and, except in rare cases, inside you, and you are targeted for destruction. Satan’s crew knows your name, and they are working on you right now. They are with you as you read this.

A huge part of Christianity consists of getting rid of the demons that rule you and replacing them with the Holy Spirit. Jesus was all about demons and the Holy Spirit, but carnal people taught by demons have turned Christianity into a set of rules and/or a niceness contest. They cut the supernatural aspect out of it so successfully, there are many churches in which you can be a respected cleric and teach that Jesus, heaven, and hell (all purely supernatural) don’t exist.

Christians who do believe in demons generally think they’re rare. They think a person who has a demon levitates, lifts cars, beats up policemen in groups, tells the future, and reads people’s minds. That’s like saying every person who has a car drives in the Indianapolis 500. A typical person who is under demonic control has many demons (not just one) and does things like overeating compulsively, smoking cigarettes, beating their wives, feeling morally superior to other people, gossiping, procrastinating, fornicating, lying…nothing sensational. Just things that disgust the Holy Spirit and drive him away.

Most people, including most Christians, are under demonic control. Demons don’t make us 100% evil. They simply corrupt us enough to make us useful.

Demons also bring things like illness, dementia, depression, and psychosis. Even when natural causes seem to be present, demons are often involved.

Jesus intended for us to confess and repent. Modern Christians don’t do these things. We go to church largely for the purpose of protecting our sins. We want to go on sinning, but we don’t want to go to hell, so we go once a week and try to get forgiveness, not realizing how bad that looks to God.

If you don’t confess, you deny you need God’s help, and generally, he will honor your decision and back off. If you don’t repent, even if God helps you, the help may not last. Demons have God’s permission to harm rebellious people. You may get a healing or some other kind of help from God without repenting, but it will probably be temporary.

Getting rid of a demon is like a divorce. If you want to keep your ex-wife out of your house, you have to take the keys away from her.

The evangelist Lester Sumrall rose to fame after casting two demons out of a Filipina named Clarita Villanueva. He had to fast to get them out, and then they returned. He had to go after them a second time. No one should assume demons can’t come back.

Think of all the “false healings” we’ve seen from TV preachers. They claim they’ve cast things out, and the people they’re working on say they’re healed. Then later they turn out not to be healed. Is the problem that they weren’t healed, or is it that no one followed up with teaching on repentance?

We are supposed to confess and repent, and we are supposed to do it continually, every day. In the Bible, we see Jesus casting demons out of people, but we don’t see the follow-up. We don’t read the stories of people who didn’t repent, or who backslid, and then had their demons come back. We have the idea that once a demon is cast out, we’re done with it. Not so. Jesus told us they come back, and they can bring other demons with them.

We were given the practice of communion to keep ourselves clean. Paul said people get sick and die because they don’t do communion properly. That means demons–the spirits that make people ill and kill them–come back to them. The purpose of communion is to confess and repent so demons are kept away and the Holy Spirit is kept close.

When you do communion, the cracker and the wine aren’t what matter. They’re not magical. What matters is the honest, deep, ruthless soul-searching, confession, and repentance that are supposed to precede the eating and drinking. When you eat the cracker and drink the wine, you’re just indicating that you’re one with God. It’s an affirmation. If you haven’t repented, your affirmation is fraudulent.

These truths have become more important to me with time. I have learned that confession and repentance aren’t just about feeling bad and trying to seem holy. They’re about gaining power and peace.

Jesus had perfect victory, even when he was on the cross. He had as much peace as a human being can have on this earth. He had no demons. He never grieved the Holy Spirit. He had all of God’s help. Most of us only get a small fraction of our inheritance. He got the works. We should be getting more than we are.

Our modern gurus fill us with poison. They tell us to feed our egos. “Don’t beat yourself up.” “Love yourself.” Loving yourself is “the greatest love of all.” The woman who taught us that drowned in a bathtub, surrounded by trash and drug paraphernalia. They tell us self-examination is “judgment,” and they say “judgment” is bad. They get this half-truth from Jesus himself, and even people who are against Jesus use it.

Popular wisdom says that if you criticize yourself, you will be depressed and lack the magical panacea, self-esteem. Self-esteem fixes everything. It’s the testosterone of the mind. It gives you strength and energy. It opens doors. Unfortunately, self-esteem only works in the short term, like heroin and cocaine. In the long term, it enslaves you to demons and makes you arrogant and unteachable.

God has been helping me criticize myself, and I’m here to tell you, it’s not depressing at all. It doesn’t weaken me. I feel great after I do it. Don’t you feel good when you get things off your chest? Hiding things is stressful.

When I was young, I suffered from depression. I found a book that explained how depression worked. It was caused by irrational thoughts. I would sit and think about what a loser I was. I would tell myself things would never get any better. I told myself things that weren’t true, and I believed them. The book was right about that, although the author didn’t know demons were behind the thoughts.

Back in those days, when I criticized myself, it sapped my strength. I lost motivation. I felt terrible. If that’s true, why does it make me feel so good today?

The difference is clear.

In the past, I insulted myself without a constructive purpose. The demons I listened to weren’t trying to improve me. They just wanted me to live in defeat and die unfulfilled. They exaggerated and made up my problems, and then they offered no solutions. They told me no solutions existed. That was their strongest tactic. It worked on Anthony Bourdain.

When I criticize myself now, I do it in the presence of God, guided by him. He doesn’t tell me to say stupid things, like, “I’m worthless,” or, “My life will never be any good.” He tells me to admit fault, ask for forgiveness, cast out the spirits related to my sins, and ask for change through the Holy Spirit.

When God moves me to criticize myself, he will get me to say things like, “I haven’t been praying enough.” “I mistreated this or that person.” “I get angry at this type of person for no reason.” “I have been lazy.” He gets me to open up about problems he can fix for me. When I’m honest, he can deliver me from the spirits that drive my faults, and he can increase the Holy Spirit’s influence in me.

When you confess, repent, and cast things out, peace comes back to you. You feel better. Things work out better. You find yourself winning instead of losing. A lot of the things the poisonous secular gurus promise you come to you, and they’re real. They’re not fake goods that don’t last.

The last church I belonged to had an allergy to self-examination. The very mention of it made them angry. They loved pride. They didn’t understand that pride and excuses bring weakness, turmoil, and defeat. Confession and repentance bring healing, victory, and relief from nagging problems. God uses nagging problems to tell you that you need to repent of things.

God doesn’t seem to have much pity for the proud, regardless of what happens to them. I don’t pity them much, either, so perhaps I’m right.

Jesus told us we had to be born again. The process is like gutting a house and rebuilding it. If you want to have your house remodeled, you don’t scamper around telling the contractor everything is fine as it is. You look for things you want to change. You have to be very critical. “I hate this wall.” “I need a window here.” “The kitchen is too small.” If you tell him the house is already perfect, he’ll leave, and nothing will change. If you want to be born again, you have to admit you’re a mess, and you have to be willing to part with a lot of your existing personality.

We don’t teach these things, so we don’t live in the supernatural. God doesn’t do all that much for us. Miracles aren’t commonplace, as they should be. Prophecy is hard to come by. Biblical figures who obeyed God had great supernatural help. You can see it all through the Bible, from Genesis to the Revelation. Somehow we think God changed his ways in about 300 A.D. He didn’t. We did.

It should be uncommon for a Christian to have an incurable disease, but it happens to many or most of us. Confession, repentance, and deliverance are keys to power, and we reject them.

God has been very helpful, showing me these things and helping me to comply. I have confessed some really revolting truths about myself. I don’t feel condemned at all. I feel stronger and more confident. It works. It will work better in the future, because God will make me better at it.

My prayer time is very strange for me now. A couple of times a day, I confess, repent, and cast things out. When I do this, my insides start gurgling. It’s not my imagination. I feel things moving around, and I hear sounds. Physical things a doctor (or anyone sitting near me) could confirm happen. Spirits set up housekeeping in people’s bodies, and when they are disturbed, it causes physical reactions.

I could put my phone on my stomach and record these things. They’re not subtle.

I can’t make my insides gurgle at will, any more than you can. It’s not me. It only happens when I’m spending time with God.

I hope God is showing a lot of other people these things. The world is full of defeated Christians. The situation needs to change. Evil keeps getting stronger, and we seem to do nothing but tread water and hold onto excuses.

Parts Known

I keep having days when I get up, look at the news, and find it hard to believe I’m not dreaming. My dreams are more plausible than actual events I read about.

I went to Drudge today and read about Anthony Bourdain. He is dead. He hanged himself at age 61. The article Drudge linked to didn’t say much, but other articles provide more details.

I thought Bourdain was an elitist, if a self-doubting one, and some of his political pronouncements were typical, fashionable, ill-considered New Yorker prattle, but as a food show host, he was engaging and even likeable.

He seemed like a seeker to me. I don’t think he was a closed door.

There are certain prominent leftists who, even if shrill and unreasoning, seem to have the potential to come to God (or at least the GOP) and escape the bicoastal peer pressure vortex. We have seen individuals like this change course and come out as conservatives and even Christians. Something about Bourdain made me think he was likely to wake up one day. Now that can’t happen.

I don’t know his religious beliefs. He was known for drug abuse and wild living, and he lived in a godless environment, so my best guess is that he was an atheist. He comes across as Jewish, too. Let’s see if I can find anything.

Okay. He was a Jew. His father was Catholic, and his mother was Jewish.

He has said he did not believe in a higher being. He visited the Western Wall, and a religious Jew, perhaps a yeshiva bucher, accosted him, asked him to repeat some words, and said something like, “You are now bar mitzvah’d.” Here is his response:

“I never felt so much like I’m masquerading as something I’m not. I’m instinctively hostile to any kind of devotion. Certainty is my enemy. I’m all about doubt, questioning oneself and the nature of reality constantly. When they grabbed hold of me and in a totally non-judgmental way, you know God’s happy to have you, ahh man my treachery is complete.”

Not good. Tragic.

That there was hope for Bourdain is evinced by his remarks concerning the left’s vicious, condescending, unreflective persecution of “flyover” people. Here is a quotation from his exclusive interview with Reason.com:

The utter contempt with which privileged Eastern liberals such as myself discuss red-state, gun-country, working-class America as ridiculous and morons and rubes is largely responsible for the upswell of rage and contempt and desire to pull down the temple that we’re seeing now.

I’ve spent a lot of time in gun-country, God-fearing America. There are a hell of a lot of nice people out there, who are doing what everyone else in this world is trying to do: the best they can to get by, and take care of themselves and the people they love. When we deny them their basic humanity and legitimacy of their views, however different they may be than ours, when we mock them at every turn, and treat them with contempt, we do no one any good. Nothing nauseates me more than preaching to the converted. The self-congratulatory tone of the privileged left—just repeating and repeating and repeating the outrages of the opposition—this does not win hearts and minds. It doesn’t change anyone’s opinions. It only solidifies them, and makes things worse for all of us. We should be breaking bread with each other, and finding common ground whenever possible. I fear that is not at all what we’ve done.

The truth was gnawing at him, but he made a fatal choice before it had time to work its way through.

It’s hard to imagine what could make a spirited, extremely successful, highly admired man of 61 to put a belt around his neck and die. Depression is always irrational, though. People always think there has to be a reason, but individuals with what appear to be relatively trouble-free lives kill themselves every day.

Little voices tell them things are worse than they are, and the biggest lie they tell is that things will never be any better. People listen. Without the countervailing voice of the Holy Spirit, all we have to battle the round-the-clock murmuring of demons who don’t need sleep are our own objections. A depressed person is like a sole suspect who is interrogated by tormentors working in shifts. He gets tired, and his abusers are always fresh and energetic.

Mr. Bourdain’s actions have probably assured that he will never see his God-fearing friends again.

Hell is a serious matter. No matter is more serious. It’s astounding how much suffering we are permitted to bring down on ourselves in fleeting moments of recklessness.

Famous tweeters are wishing him rest. How inappropriate. Right now, there is nothing he would not give to be back here with all of his problems.

The other story that got my attention is about the University of West Alabama. This is a government-run school. As a government-run school, it is bound by the Bill of Rights. If UWA suppresses the civil rights of its students, it can be sued, and the state and the feds can come in and force the administration to bend the knee and repent.

UWA passed a speech code for text messages and other electronic communications! Unbelievable. Do the administrators live under a rock? How can they think they can do this?

More amazing: they did this in Alabama, which is not known for its leftist ethos. It shows that education is infected–gangrenous–all over America. Educators are completely out of touch with the decent people who trust them to mold their children’s hearts and minds. If it can happen in Alabama, it can happen anywhere. How did the people of Alabama let things get this far?

Here is what the policy bans:

Examples of cyberbullying and cyber harassment include, but are not limited to, harsh text messages or emails, rumors sent by email or posted on social networking sites, and embarrassing pictures, videos, websites, or fake profiles

“Harsh text messages or emails.” The government can’t ban those. It’s way too vague. If you text people telling them their children are dead, and it’s not true, yes, that’s a crime, but angry and insulting words are protected by the First Amendment. If UWA’s unconstitutional policy were applied nationwide, most celebrities would be put on trial for their tweets about Donald Trump.

Imagine what life would be like if one American couldn’t send another American a text reading, “Leave me alone, you idiot.” Courts would be so busy prosecuting texters, they would have time for little else.

“Embarrassing pictures.” Who defines “embarrassing”? Do they mean revenge porn? I’m all for banning that. I’m for bringing back obscenity laws, generally. But people end up in all sorts of situations which are embarrassing and yet legitimate topics of public discourse. What if a student photographs another student who fumbles during a football game? Should he be expelled? What if a student records an insane instructor calling conservatives filthy names and publishes it so something can be done? That has happened more than once, and it’s important that students be encouraged to continue exposing deranged teachers.

UWA bases its Orwellian code loosely on an existing Alabama statute. Under certain circumstances the statute makes a criminal of a person who:

Directs abusive or obscene language or makes an obscene gesture towards another person.

or

Communicates with a person, anonymously or otherwise, by telephone, telegraph, mail, or any other form of written or electronic communication, in a manner likely to harass or cause alarm.

Obviously–I don’t even have to check–the state can only get away with enforcing this law in extreme situations. I can go to Alabama right now and drive around giving people, including the police, the finger, and if I am arrested, I will eventually prevail in court, and I am likely to motivate the legislature to change the law. The law is poorly drafted, overbroad, and vague, and the UWA code, which draws strength from it, is even crazier.

UWA’s Committee for Snowflake Coddling looked at a law which has been challenged many times–a law which people involved in education should consider threatening and even oppressive–thought it didn’t go far enough, and made it worse!

Everyone understands the importance of limiting genuinely harmful communications that have no legitimate purpose. I get that. But Alabama already had a law for that purpose. UWA wasn’t satisfied. They wanted to shackle people and back the shackles up with the threat of inflicting permanent damage on their lifelong earning potential.

When I was a student at Columbia University, I knew a young lady named Cathy. I’ll tell you what I was told about her. I did not witness it; it’s what I was told. One of the Columbia University Lions–a football player–had sex with Cathy in a dorm room. Unbeknownst to her, several other football players were hiding in the closet with the door ajar, enjoying every moment.

If this happened today, video of Cathy would probably be on the Internet, and it would almost certainly have been exchanged via email.

Things like that have to be banned. Everyone understands that. But we all know UWA isn’t setting its sights that high. If they were, they would have been satisfied with state law. In all likelihood, they want to go after everyone who says a girl is fat. They want to go after anyone who uses the accurate term “illegal alien,” calls Bruce Jenner a man, or says, rightly, that gay relations are sinful. Anyone who supports the Second Amendment via electronic means will do so at his peril.

Maybe I’m wrong, but what are the odds? We’re talking about a demographic that provides puppies and coloring books to students traumatized by the results of a fair and legal presidential election.

In order to be true to its mission, a modern university has to be more accepting of controversial speech than the rest of us, not less. Galileo was controversial. Darwin was controversial. If they weren’t hypocrites, educators would be using the power to censor speech very sparingly. They appear to want a tool for swatting people who disagree with them.

Since I have brought up Orwell, I’ll bring up a very prescient term he used: “doublethink.” He knew exactly what modern leftists would be like.

Doublethink means cognitive dissonance. It means believing two or more contradictory things, simultaneously. Doublethink is in play in many areas of leftism. It’s in play when universities, which sponsor all sorts of offensive speech and behavior, pass draconian speech codes which give them the leeway to censor nearly anything they want.

It’s amusing that universities sponsor debate teams while chilling speech.

If a private college with an unusual mission passed a speech code, I wouldn’t be nearly as amazed. If a hypothetical Billy Graham University rejected government money and told its students they couldn’t say “heck,” well, okay. But a secular government school? Come on.

Cognitive dissonance will increase. Those who rule us will get crazier and crazier, and their skulls will get thicker as their ability to listen and change wanes. Get ready for it. It may be hard to believe that things can get any worse, but it has happened elsewhere, and Americans are no better than Cambodians or the Burmese.

If, in the mind of a leftist not currently confined to an institution, a boy with boy parts and boy DNA can be a girl, no absurd conviction, and no cruelty it is used to justify, are impossible.

Human beings don’t believe what reason tells them to believe, even when the truth is obvious. We believe what we want to believe, and our desires are becoming less and less compatible with the safety of those who disagree with the rising left.

Mass Hatred of Trump Approaches Threshold of Psychosis

Trump Derangement Syndrome makes me long for the days of Bush Derangement Syndrome. I have never seen a politician treated so unfairly.

Two interesting items from recent news stories:

1. Leftist “journalists” are seriously suggesting the First Lady’s short absence from public view was due to wife-beating injuries,

2. Robert Muller, the new Torquemada, is trying to get Paul Manafort jailed simply because he texted potential witnesses.

During her divorce from Donald Trump, Ivana Trump, who was working hard to get money out of her then-husband, said something about an episode of rough sex that left her feeling violated. It was pretty vague, and it came from a woman whose husband cheated on her with a younger woman. She no longer stands by the story. From this, we accelerate to, “Trump beats Melania and hides her from the public.”

I understand why Trump, who is still much more transparent than secretive Obama, limits his exposure to hostile journalists and political opponents. There is no way for him to win with these people. When he does something dumb, they are ruthless, they never stop criticizing, and they lie and exaggerate about it. They never forgive. When he does something fantastic, like forcing Kim Jong-Un to negotiate, they tells us it’s actually a bad thing. When he does nothing at all, they make bad things up.

One day God will remove his remaining children from the earth, because there will be no point in leaving us here. The majority of the people of earth will have become so vicious and dishonest, we will be unable to reach them no matter what we do. What Trump is going through reminds me of this.

God told me this, and I love repeating it: “Hell isn’t full of sinners. It’s full of people who don’t listen.” God doesn’t give up on people because they sin. He gives up on them because he knows there is no longer any point in trying to change their minds. The existence of vile people is vexatious to God; he only tolerates it because an acceptable number of those people will eventually be changed. When the investment of suffering ceases to generate an acceptable return, the investment will stop.

The same principle applies in secular affairs. There is no good reason to keep working on someone who is determined to hate you and who doesn’t care about the truth.

As for Robert Mueller, he is “asking” Manafort acquaintances for their cell phones, and he is trying to get Manafort jailed for witness tampering. A lawyer who hates Trump, Paul Rosenzweig, looked at Mueller’s filing and said the allegations didn’t support charges of witness tampering. Manafort contacted some people, and he gave one of them a “heads up.” That’s what Mueller, Manafort’s worst enemy, said to the court. That’s all he could come up with.

Here is an excerpt from Rosenzweig’s article on the matter:

Study that exhibit and you will see that Manafort was successful in speaking to one witness (Person D1) for exactly 1 minute and 24 seconds. He attempted three other phone calls that did not connect and he sent two WhatsApp messages—one a link to an article describing his indictment and the other saying “we should talk.” When asked about the contents of the conversation with Manafort, according to paragraph 14 of the FBI declaration, Person D1 said that “Manafort stated that he wanted to give Person D1 a heads-up about Hapsburg” and “D1 immediately ended the call because he was concerned about the outreach.”

And that’s it. Really. The other part of the allegation is that someone else, Person A, reached out to Person D2 and told D2, in a series of texts that “P” (presumably Paul Manafort) was trying to reach D1 to brief him and that “Basically P wants to give him a quick summary that he says to everybody (which is true) that our friend never lobbied in the US, and the purpose of the program was EU.” A month later, Person A reached out directly to D1.

When D1 heard from Manafort, he, without evidence known to Mueller, felt that Manafort was trying to tamper with him. He shut off the conversation before it started, so he has no way of knowing what Manafort wanted to say. His subjective guess can’t be grounds for action against Manafort.

If I call you on the phone, and I say I need to talk to you about someone we don’t like, and you hang up because you think I want to plot to murder him, it doesn’t make me guilty of conspiracy.

When I first saw the tampering story, my first thought was, “Manafort is an idiot.” Then I thought about Mueller, and I thought, “I’ll bet he doesn’t really have anything.” Looks like Trump critic Rosenzweig, who actually did some research, has a similar impression.

Here is what real witness tampering looks like: “Let’s get our stories straight! They can’t prove anything if we stick together! Here’s what I’ll say happened!” Merely contacting a potential witness is not tampering. “But Manafort used encrypted methods to contact his cronies!” Doesn’t matter. Still not tampering, unless you have some solid information about the content of the communications.

Similarly, real obstruction of justice looks like this: you get in trouble for using an illegal private email server, and then before handing everything over to investigators, you pay a firm to wipe the hard drives clean. But that’s tangential.

The potential witnesses are afraid of Mueller, with very good reason. He can’t use the rack or the thumbscrew to coerce people, so he looks for ways to push people to commit new crimes so he can make them his slaves. They don’t want to be set up with bogus charges of obstruction, perjury, or anything else. They just want him to go away. They gave him their phones not because they had been properly subpoena’d, and not because Mueller had solid grounds to compel them, but because they were afraid of going near a toxic prosecutor who turns innocent people into defendants. The fact that they gave Mueller the phones suggests they know there is nothing incriminating on them. Had there been, they would probably have hired lawyers and resisted.

Engaging with Robert Mueller is like giving Hannibal Lecter your home address.

I read an interesting statement the other day. Someone claiming to be knowledgeable said investigators and prosecutors don’t ask suspects to come in and talk because they think the suspects have information. They ask them to talk because the investigating is done, and they want to see if they can get the suspects to lie and be charged with new crimes.

You may think people who get indicted must be guilty of something. It’s important to remember the presumption of innocence, which frequently turns out to be factually correct.

Indictments don’t come from committees of fair-minded experts. They come from grand juries. A prosecutor stands in front of a bunch of ignorant people and tells them so-and-so violated this or that law which they don’t understand, he doesn’t give the accused a chance to respond, and then he pushes the jurors to indict. Grand juries decisions don’t have to be unanimous, making wins easier for people like Mueller, and they have a very low standard of proof: probable cause.

It’s tee-ball for prosecutors.

In a trial, prosecutors and defense attorneys choose jurors. This is very important. You can make a very nice living simply helping lawyers pick jurors, because biased jurors help lawyers win. A jury of black racists selected by Johnny Cochran and his buddies let O.J. Simpson murder two people without consequences.

Guess who picks grand jurors? Prosecutors and defense attorneys, right? NO. Just prosecutors, with some help from judges. Potential defendants, a term which includes anyone Bob Mueller wants to question, have no protection. Before your case even gets to the jury, the prosecutor gets to stack the deck. Getting groundless indictments from grand juries is considered very easy.

Many states don’t use grand juries, precisely because the whole business is rigged against defendants. They use preliminary hearings at which defense attorneys get to speak.

Prosecutors aren’t always fair. George Zimmerman’s prosecutors perjured themselves in their efforts to get him charged. That case didn’t involve a grand jury, but it demonstrates the point. Things like that happen.

Mueller’s end run around the warrant process was brilliant, albeit unethical, cruel, and frightening. In our justice system, prosecutors aren’t supposed to be able to get materials they’re not legally entitled to, from people who haven’t been shown to be guilty of anything. If Robert Mueller calls you tomorrow and tells you he wants to read your diary, and he says the full weight of the law is behind him, you can tell him to drop dead unless he shows you a warrant or threatens to charge you with a crime you have already committed.

Mueller probably could not have forced any of these people to produce their phones. The judge probably would have rejected his requests for warrants. A prosecutor can’t say, “I want to search Bob’s house to see if he did anything wrong.” He has to say, “Here is strong evidence that Bob’s house contains evidence of wrongdoing,” and a judge has to agree. Digging around without probable cause is called “fishing,” and if Mueller asked for warrants, he would probably be told he was going on a “fishing expedition.” Through intimidation and abuse of power, Mueller bypassed the judge and the constitutional protections of the defendant and his acquaintances.

Cops do this kind of thing.

“Let us search your car.” “No.” “Okay, we’ll stand here all night until we get a warrant, and then if we find (or plant) anything, we’ll say you didn’t cooperate.”

“Answer some questions.” “I want to talk to a lawyer.” “Okay, but you’ll sit in jail over the weekend.”

Imagine how Mueller’s people could pressure innocent people.

“Give us your phone. Please.” “No.” “Okay, but we’ll charge you with obstruction. Can you afford a criminal lawyer? Do you like owning your own house?” “I’ll send you my phone.”

Constitutional rights mean nothing if you can’t use them without being punished.

Mueller probably did what he did because the judge doesn’t like him. The Judge, T.S. Ellis, has stated that he thinks prosecutors are out to “get Trump.” Mueller probably realized he wasn’t going to get rubber-stamp warrants out of Ellis, so he avoided the constitutional process and got them through intimidation. The judge can’t do anything about it. He is aware Mueller undermined him deliberately, and I’m sure he doesn’t like it. I hope that works in Manafort’s favor. Ellis may be looking for some payback for the disrespect. If he is, he will find a way to get even.

I don’t even care if Manafort is guilty of the trivial things he is charged with. What Mueller is doing is much worse. I hope Manafort gets off and Mueller retires permanently before he can ruin more lives.

I know people who have gotten away with wife-beating, murder, and rape. I’m over it. I don’t care about a man who failed to observe obscure, rarely enforced laws regulating people who deal with foreign governments.

I am very grateful to Trump. Look what he subjects himself to every day. He is a very special man. I couldn’t begin to deal with the persecution he, his family, and his associates endure. The more torments are heaped on them, the more I like Trump.

It’s great that we have a billionaire president. Leftists use lawsuits to impoverish or intimidate innocent conservatives and drive them from office. They got rid of Sarah Palin (did nothing wrong, Newt Gingrich (later proven innocent), and Tom DeLay (later exonerated) that way. Trump doesn’t give a crap about lawsuits. When you’re worth 9 billion dollars and have incredible earning power, you can afford to lose a stack of $10 million lawsuits, and it won’t affect your standard of living in the slightest.

Leftists have a pathological disdain for conventional morals, and that includes the truth. They seem to think being honest and playing by the rules are for the naive and weak. They don’t understand the damage they themselves sustain because of their malice and dishonesty. It’s tragic. They are dragging themselves and their children down into defeat. They are headed for a paradigm in which it is no longer possible to help them because they have a policy of denying fault. God wants to change everyone, including the BLM, Occupy Wall Street, and Antifa crowd. But he can only help people who are not impervious to truth.

They are pushing God to withdraw his missionaries from this infected planet, and they will eventually succeed. Eventually God’s children will go to be with him, and after that, Satan’s children will be forced to join their own father, permanently.

I wonder what will turn out to be more sickening: the insane abuse we see heaped on Donald Trump now, or the repulsive fawning the next Democrat president will receive.

Marvel’s Grown Trick-or-Treaters Grow Tiresome

I finally watched Black Panther. I wasn’t looking for entertainment. I was doing research. I wanted to see if the same spell that afflicted the people who gave positive reviews to Thor: Ragnarok was at work in the panther fans.

It is, indeed, at work. This is a very long, boring movie full of cartoonish stunts and social justice warrior canards. The writing is very, very weak. The direction is clumsy. The pace is glacial. The premises are idiotic. Nonetheless, people act like this mediocre movie cures AIDS. Not only do they praise it to the skies as entertainment; they seem to think it has the potential to bring success and respect to blacks across the world.

If you are black, and you like watching movie characters blame the non-black world for your problems, you will love Black Panther. If you are on the receiving end of the blame, or if you have black friends who are poisoned by the excuse-making and blame-shifting, you may not like it as much.

I will put in SPOILERS at will, so get ready.

There is an African nation called Wakanda. It is populated by geniuses. They have technology about two centuries ahead of ours. They have always been ahead. Their natural response to their situation has been to sit by and do nothing while most other Africans lead lifestyles that are…typically African. You know what I mean. Starvation. Constant violence. Superstition. Ignorance. Illiteracy (including lacking written forms of many languages). All of these problems are fine with Wakandans, who probably had the Tesla S in 1000 A.D.

Wakanda’s only city is hidden by a big force field. I assume Wonder Woman and her mom have sued them unsuccesfully over this. Wakanda pretends to be a backward African nation (I repeat myself) even though it’s basically Asgard on earth.

Wakanda has a neat local drug. When you take this drug, it makes you super-strong. It gives you incredible speed, too, and it heals you of whatever your physical problems might be. It also makes you trip like crazy. When characters in the movie take it, they go off to the Wakanda afterlife and hang out with their dead ancestors (whom they worship).

This drug is wonderful, so naturally, only the king gets to take it.

Wakandans are far more intelligent than the rest of us, so of course, they have a sophisticated, civilized way of choosing their kings (sorry, no democracy in Marvel’s dictatorship). They have candidates fight to the death with sharp weapons.

Could anything be more insulting to black people? In the MCU (Marvel Cinematic Universe), black geniuses resort to bloody violence to choose their leaders. Even animals are smart enough not to fight to the death, but Marvel’s black savants haven’t caught up with them.

Someone should have had a talk to Stan Lee and Jack Kirby, the white, Jewish creators of the Black Panther character.

The king, with his drug strength (shades of angel dust) is the Black Panther. Every king is the Black Panther of his time. New kings take the drug, and after some tripping, they begin their reigns.

Some would say it would make more sense for a king to take a drug which makes him smarter, not stronger. Kings don’t need super strength, especially when they are surrounded by technology that does everything for them.

The latest Black Panther tries to catch a one-armed thief with mental issues, and he fails because, well, he is stupid. This results in a successful challenge by a relative who wants Wakanda to rule the world and give all the “colonizers” their comeuppance.

One could say that MCA’s (Marvel Cinematic Africa’s) problems are caused not by “colonizers” but by Wakanda’s long, uncompromising tradition of selfishness.

The challenger beats the movie’s hero (“T’Challa”) fair and square, and the new king sets about sending Wakandan weapons all over the world in order to start his global empire. T’Challa appears dead after the fight, having been speared in the gut and tossed off a thousand-foot-high cliff, but because this happens early in the movie, we are not distressed. We are merely annoyed, knowing he has to come back unless Marvel wants to refund our money.

T’Challa returns (surprise!), and there is a very undignified civil war fought by a total of about 300 combatants aided by trained rhinos in armor (nice technology). He kills the new king, which is technically an assassination, and all is well. He tells the UN Wakanda is going to share its technology, which impresses no one, because Wakanda has always pretended to be a backward dirtheap that absorbs charity dollars and discourages Peace Corps volunteers.

I want to complain about the stunts in the movie, but there are no stunts. Stunts died when CGI was perfected. Instead of stunts, we now have realistic-looking cartoons flipping and flying all over the screen. Whatever they are, they are silly.

One of the problems with living in a world dominated by comic book films is that we live with drama inflation. Every film has to be more sensational than the rest. Bigger crises. More-impressive characters. Crazier “stunts.” Black Panther is no exception. This is the sort of problem entertainment franchises run into when they constantly push for new heights. They end up pushing too hard, and then you end up with Fonzie on water skis beside the shark pen.

In one scene, two women who are helping the king have their car blown up while they’re riding in it. The roof comes off, and one character flips through the air and lands on it, standing. She then surfs down the road on it, toward the enemy.

What can I say? Isn’t this the point where the adults get up and go sit in the lobby? In real life, when your car gets blown up, they find little bits of you here and there, and if you’re lucky, they don’t find one big piece which is still alive.

This is worse than Fonzie jumping the shark. A man on water skis COULD jump over a shark pen, but nobody lands on their feet, uninjured, after having their cars blown up, and nobody surfs down streets on car roofs.

When you watch this movie, you get the feeling that the script was sketched out in 5 or 10 minutes, and that the actual writing took a week or less.

To understand the difference between good comic book movie writing and bad comic book movie writing, consider the first Iron Man film. It was excellent. The main character was a hoot; his jokes could not have been better. He was a blast to watch. On top of that, he had a little complexity. He struggled with guilt over making weapons.

He was also interesting from a personal standpoint. He was an incredible (but not TOO incredible) engineer, and he was a great showman. The plot was intelligent and logical. He invented something powerful, bad people took control of it, and he had to use his skills to regain that control. In the meantime, he developed an engaging relationship with Pepper Potts.

Iron Man made beautiful use of CGI. Instead of creating silly rhinos with armor, Marvel gave us a beautiful flying suit which was enjoyable to watch. The stunts weren’t sensational, but they didn’t have to be, because the writing was so good. When Tony Stark used a tiny missile to blow up a tank, in a very ordinary explosion, it was extremely entertaining. The writers set it up so well, it had to work.

I hate to cite Deadpool, because it’s a filthy movie no one should watch, but again, superior writing. It could not have been handled more skillfully. Logan was also done well. Black Panther isn’t on anything like the same tier.

Why did Black Panther get glowing reviews? It has to be the SJW angle. Critics feel sorry for black people and black filmmakers. Black Panther’s stars and director are black. It’s situated on a black continent. It makes black people look smarter than everyone else. Critics are generally liberal, so they are pumping the film up because they want approval from other leftists.

I wonder if they would rave about a movie where all the best athletes come from Japan.

People seem to think a badly made movie based on a silly comic book is going to help the black race. This is how crazy we’ve gotten. We look to comic book movies to save us.

Wakanda isn’t real. Africa is dirty, violent, poor, and full of ignorance. There is no African technology. Black people, like all other people, cause their own problems. The answers can’t be found in comic books. The real answers haven’t changed, and here they are: develop a strong prayer life, do well in school, be a good worker, and don’t commit crimes, drink too much, or take drugs. You don’t have to trip on a nonexistent African drug, and you definitely don’t have to reject the powerful majority culture. You have to embrace the majority culture and adopt its strengths.

I’m tired of hearing about cultural appropriation. It’s a good thing. It’s good when an American eats Chinese food, and it’s good when Africans live in modern houses and drive cars. Every time a black or Asian man puts on a suit and goes to work in a nice car, it’s cultural appropriation. They are appropriating my white culture, and I am all for it.

Black Panther reinforces people’s excuses, and as God has told me, when you deny an excuse, you take your power back. Excuses lead to weakness and subordination. Black Panther reinforces hostility toward whites, who are the most together people on the planet. Hating white people is a great way to guarantee failure. Our way of doing things works much better than anyone else’s, and we are happy to teach it to others.

It made me sad to see the movie blame whites for Africa’s problems. Here’s a list of the terrible things we brought to Africa:

1. Literacy. There is no possible excuse for going thousands of years and not realizing you should create a written form of your language. Illiteracy guarantees that knowledge will be lost.

2. Medicine. The rest of the world doesn’t import African medical secrets. The flow is exclusively one-way.

3. Electricity. Even in this century, Africans have heated their huts by burning fuel inside them, WITHOUT CHIMNEYS. Can you imagine what the air is like in a home where you burn firewood in the middle of the living room?

4. Pesticide. Think of all the diseases that are spread by mosquitoes.

5. Modern farming techniques. Crops don’t just happen, and primitive farming methods are nothing like as productive as modern ones.

6. Cleanliness. In Africa, it’s still common for people to go blind simply because they don’t wipe the dirt off their faces. Look it up.

Did whites bring slavery to Africa? Not really. Slavery has always been big there, and it still is. Whites simply took advantage of the willingness of Africans to sell each other to white people. There used to be 16 African ports where whites could park their ships and pay Africans for cargoes of black slaves. Look it up.

Did whites bring colonialism to Africa? No. Africans have a long history of infighting and pushing each other around. Whites brought WHITE colonialism, but it’s not like Africans lived side by side in peace before whites showed up.

Sure, white people did all sorts of bad things to Africans, but if we had never visited, Africa would still have been a disaster. It’s good that we don’t have African colonies now, but the end of white rule isn’t giving rise to reform or better lifestyles.

White people didn’t bring evil to Africa. We just did evil things better.

If all western white people were removed from the world this afternoon, things would almost surely be much worse a year from now than they are today. In spite of our enormous faults, we are a positive influence, especially when it comes to spreading the gospel.

Black Panther reinforces the idea that whites are responsible for the world’s ills, and that, naturally, reinforces the idea that whatever evils people choose to do to us are justified and maybe even necessary. I don’t appreciate that. I don’t like it when a movie studio puts a target on my back in order to make money. I haven’t done anything wrong, and I don’t deserve this.

This must be how Jews felt when they started seeing propaganda in prewar Germany.

Thank God the movie has a black antagonist. Things could have been a lot worse. The villain could have been a red-haired billionaire who operates casinos and eats African babies.

It’s funny; telling damaging lies about white people is proof of enlightenment, but making any effort to correct the record is racism.

I’m looking forward to the end of the comic-book-movie era. I’m not sure it’s coming, but I look forward to it. I’m tired of the silliness. I think grown men and women look like idiots in bat and cat costumes. They look like trick or treaters, except they take themselves seriously.

Chadwick Boseman looked like a mental case in his cat ears. It was like something you would expect to see on reruns of Second City TV. John Candy and Martin Short (as Ed Grimley), prowling the streets of Toronto in Danskins and ski masks, thwarting evildoers who steal people’s Labatt Blue and peameal bacon. “Get in the white van, Mr. Panther! We’re taking you to Avengers Headquarters!”

It’s wild to see intelligent blacks pin their hopes on a ludicrous character created by two white Jews who wrote lowbrow fiction for bored children.

The names comic book characters give themselves add to the unintentional humor. The S.H.I.E.L.D. show had a guy named “Deathlok.” What? What does that even mean? It’s like something a six-year-old would come up with. “Deathlok! Mom says to come down from the treehouse and drink your Capri Sun!”

I’m not happy with the idolatry we see in comic book films. Black Panther contained ancestor worship plus a remark glorifying Hanuman, the Hindu antichrist demigod Barack Obama endorses. How likely are we to see positive references to Yahweh/Yeshua, the only real God, in a Marvel movie? Not very. Kids should not be exposed to idolatry in films (or anywhere).

Black Panther is a sick, badly made film. It’s too bad it has done so well.

Surprising News from Gaza

Here’s a video to brighten your day.

The Messianic ministry One for Israel teaches about Jesus in Israel. When you watch their videos, you will usually see Jewish men teaching. Nonetheless, they reach out to Arabs, too. They produce videos in Arabic, and some of the people who testify in their conversion videos are Arabs.

They say they have gotten a great response in Gaza, a place known for irrational hatred of Jews and Christians. How about that?

People ask why there can’t be peace in the Middle East. The reason is that Arabs and Jews reject Jesus. He is the only source of unity in the universe. When people from groups that battle each other over religion come to worship the same God, with the same doctrine, in the same houses of worship, they become brothers. It happens here in the United States. Go to a charismatic church, and you will probably see a mixture of races.

The video I’m embedding is a short report on the successes of One for Israel’s ministry.

Peace isn’t coming to the Middle East. Things are going to get worse, because most people there will continue to reject Jesus and the Holy Spirit. But there is no reason why thousands or millions can’t be drawn aside, made parts of the same family, and removed from the conflict.

Kill the Meddling

Lately I’ve had a lot of meaningless dreams. I used to have dreams that came from God, but for a few months, I’ve been waking up after dreams that didn’t seem to mean anything. I have asked God if there was any point in exploring the dreams, and the answer was negative.

Today I had a dream that obviously came from God.

I was a steward on an airplane. It was a small commuter jet. I was standing at the front, doing whatever stewards do as people board. A coarse little man who was losing his hair boarded, and he reached down and put a package in my sock, without permission.

Picture Ben Gazzara, with greying hair, about five feet four inches tall. He was stocky. He wore shorts and a tacky golf shirt with horizontal stripes. He looked like a retiree fresh from the grandstand at Hialeah. He should have had a Racing Form in his hand.

The package was rectangular. It was a few small items wrapped carelessly in plastic wrap. Judging by the outline, one of the items was an ampule of morphine. If you’ve ever seen the movie The Deep, you know what a morphine ampule is. It’s a tiny glass bottle, welded shut at the top.

I reached into my sock immediately and took the package out, and I told the pilot what was happening.

The pilot was a young man with blond hair. He would have been around 25. He had hair with tight waves, and it looked like it hadn’t been long since he got out of the shower and combed it. His hair was damp with something that was probably oil. He was thin. He was around six feet tall. I would describe him as a pretty boy. Not someone you would be afraid to fight.

The pilot was not all that helpful. He was earnest and so on. He wanted to do a good job. But he was indecisive and weak.

I saw that the short man, who had no business on the plane, was talking to the passengers. He was standing at the front of them, addressing them as though he had authority. He was telling them counterproductive things. He was lying.

I grabbed him and shoved him down in a seat. I shut him up. The pilot was too weak, so I did it.

The dream was about me, but it could be applied to anyone.

The pilot is my mind. He is supposed to make good decisions and guide me. He is supposed to be strong and decisive.

I was my spirit. I was better qualified to run things than the pilot, but I was in a service role.

The sock was clothing, and clothing means excuses and works. We hide behind it so we can continue sinning.

The package represented iniquities. It represented the evil habits Satan uses to apply drag to me and impede my progress. It was clear because Satan’s efforts are not original or clever. They are not unpredictable. They work even though we can see them coming.

Feet represent flesh. The package was placed in my sock because it represented habits Satan works to cultivate in my flesh.

The airplane and the people in it represent my purpose. Like any Christian, I am supposed to help a certain number of people to be elevated and to journey toward God. It was a small plane because not many will listen.

The short man was a demon, sent to corrupt me and deceive the people God sent me to talk to.

It’s not flattering to have God use a waffling cream puff to represent your mind in a dream! I would have preferred Daniel Craig’s James Bond.

The dream confirms what I already know. Demons try to rule us through habit, and this is true of Christians who think demons are rare or that they couldn’t possibly have demons. Demons are small, weak, tired, and old, and if we fight them correctly, their knees give way and they collapse.

The demon was like a weary old salesman with no light left inside him. Willy Loman in a golf shirt from Marshall’s.

It has to be discouraging, selling the same moldy products to one generation of human beings after another, with no hope of salvation and no reward except the ashy-tasting pleasure of knowing you are helping other beings to share your terrible fate.

God invites people to the marriage supper of the lamb. Demons invite people to burn and scream along with them in the universe’s garbage incinerator.

The dream underscores this: if we are overly burdened with iniquity, the people we are sent to help will see it, and they will judge God not by his perfection but by our corruption. A Christian can corrupt people through preaching.

It’s important to get rid of demons. Bottom line. They make us miserable. They drive us to commit sins and increase our guilt. They give us diseases. They kill us. They need to go. And churches are doing virtually nothing to fight them, even though God gave us the tools to do it. The biggest church teaches us to pray to them.

I should be more committed and decisive in driving demons out of my life, and so should everyone else.

There is no one to teach us, so we flounder. Preachers are weak and full of lies.

We’re supposed to be heirs, not pioneers. We should be inheriting knowledge and power from earlier generations, but they threw it all away, so there is nothing good to inherit. We are not like Jews, who pass knowledge, skill, and wealth down to their children. We are like ghetto dwellers who start from scratch at birth, repeating fatal mistakes heirs would never make.

Every generation should be better off than the last.

Think of a garden. If you buy plants and water them consistently, they will grow larger and become self-supporting. Then you can go to them and take what you need whenever you want. If you don’t water them, they only supply you until they die. They never grow. When you want something from them, you have to start the process over again with new plants. This is what secular sages call a “cycle.” They think self-esteem and handouts can break it, but only God has the answer.

If you don’t inherit good, you inherit evil. There is no neutrality. God gave me this word: “I am a living thing.” He meant I am always changing. I can’t rest and expect to remain prosperous and well. I get better, or I rot.

British Judge Propels Silenced Activist to Unexpected Fame

I wonder how weird the news can get.

Today I read about a right-wing British activist who calls himself Tommy Robinson. He just got arrested for reporting on a pedophile human-trafficking trial in England. A news story says he was standing outside the court, live-streaming on Facebook. He was asking the defendants questions.

I don’t know much about Robinson, so don’t get the idea I’m endorsing him. He seems to be a career jailbird.

The defendants are Muslims. Robinson is a bit different from American conservatives. We are upset about illegal aliens. Robinson appears to be angry about legal immigration from Muslim countries, and he is not happy about the Muslim refugees that have poured into Europe legally.

Many Muslims behave very badly in Europe. There is a Muslim-rapist epidemic in some places. Paris has Muslim neighborhoods the police are afraid to enter. I can see why it makes sense for westerners to restrict Muslim immigration. I don’t think their efforts will go anywhere, however, because white western liberals have a lot of power, and like Jews, they are suicidal as a culture. They would rather be admired for unrestrained fawning over people perceived as minorities than hold onto their cultures or sovereignty.

Everyone who knows Muslim immigrants knows nice people who go to college, become professionals, and behave very well, and these are the people we hear about when there are complaints about Muslim immigration and travel. Thing is, the percentage of hostiles is very high, and you don’t need a lot of angry Muslims to cause very serious problems. The 911 attack only required 20 nuts. Two people bombed the Boston Marathon.

Here’s something funny. White people are criticized constantly for interfering with other people’s cultures. It would be colonialism if we went into the Amazon basin and rescued the ignorant inhabitants from disease, extremely high infant mortality rates, and so on. We even get in trouble for selling tacos and wearing Chinese dresses, if you can believe it. These things are true, yet it’s unacceptable to be concerned about the destruction of American and European cultures.

Hmm.

Our cultures are pretty good. They are the best, in fact. We have far better lives than other people, objectively. Exporting our cultures is one of the best things we’ve ever done for humanity. It’s odd that we are discouraged not only from exporting our cultures but from preserving them.

You don’t see many Americans talking about how they envy Africa’s illiterate, backward Maasai, who live in the dirt and eat cow urine mixed with curdled blood and milk. Not many of us want to live in India and get by on two dollars per day. On the other hand, people from other cultures risk death every day to get into our countries and share in our way of life. Random thing, I guess.

I’ll tell you something people ignore. The justification for discouraging the criticism of backward cultures has nothing to do with the equivalent value of those cultures. Our culture is flat-out superior. The primary reason we started restraining such criticism was to avoid offending people and causing unrest. The fact that criticizing, say, the culture of American Indians upsets people doesn’t mean the criticism is wrong.

We forget that most Europeans, who are now identified with civilized “white” values, sprang from backward cultures. The Romans forced things like literacy and laws on our ancestors. My ancestors were imbeciles who ran around in blue paint killing each other with bronze cleavers out of pure boredom. They were depraved savages. Thank God the Romans exported their culture to them. Western culture is Greek and Roman culture, seasoned with Christianity. We are all culture appropriators, and it has worked out great for us. It’s too bad people want to end the exportation of quality cultures and encourage the preservation and importation of cultures that are pathological.

We, ourselves, endorse the importation of superior cultural ideals every day. I don’t wear blue paint, even on weekends. I drive cars. I read and write using Roman letters. I use Arabic numerals. What did my stupid, drunken, violent ancestors invent? Nothing! Thank God I don’t have to depend on their impoverished legacy. Yet I am not allowed to share my imported, appropriated ideals with others who need them.

Okay, I’m wrong. Sure. The didgeridoo, which sounds like cow flatulence and only produces two notes, is a great musical instrument, just as good as a Steinway grand. Forgive me. Inca engineers, who never figured out the importance of the wheel, were just as important as Werner von Braun and John Moses Browning. I see it now. African languages which still have no written forms in 2018 are just as praiseworthy as modern English. No question about it.

Do you know why people argue about African history? Because there is no record. Africans have been illiterate for millennia. No writing, no history. No math, either. No science. Almost no accumulated wisdom at all. Every generation in Africa has had to rediscover solutions to simple problems instead of applying old solutions, so there has been no progress.

Systematized pedophilia in Afghanistan and New Guinea is just as healthy as traditional western heterosexual marriage. Mayan human sacrifice is no worse than chewing communion wafers, which requires the brutal murder of innocent wheat kernels. Traditional Chinese medicine works just fine, and powdered rhino horn really does cure impotence. No, I mean it. Not sure what I was thinking earlier.

I wonder why the Chinese keep building western-style medical schools and hospitals. It must be sarcasm.

I hate to state the painfully obvious, but leftists are tremendous hypocrites. They moan about the virtues of diversity all the time, while crucifying everyone who actually tries to implement it. Your daughter can’t buy a Chinese dress and take advantage of a different oriental aesthetic. College students can’t buy tacos in their dining halls and enjoy the Mexican take on corn and beef. Westerners aren’t allowed to preserve their culture and promote its obvious benefits to others.

Only a leftist could celebrate diversity by building a blacks-only student union.

I wonder what leftists are going to do about the millions of Samoan-style “tribal” tattoos that now adorn the arms of white people of questionable taste. Liberals themselves love those tattoos, just as much as they love oriental calligraphy tattoos they can’t read. Should we force people to go get lasered?

I ate a bagel with Nova and cream cheese this morning. I’m not Jewish! Maybe I should go vomit in front of a synagogue.

Wait…didn’t the Jews get smoked salmon from the Russians? I’m appropriating appropriation!

We ought to be adopting the good and shunning the bad. Make all the Mexican food you want, but don’t adopt their corruption and violence. Buy Chinese dresses, but reject China’s rigidity and totalitarianism. Accept quality immigrants, but reject those who are virtually certain to murder Americans or slice out their daughters’ clitorises on our soil.

When we invite people from screwed-up countries to live among us, we invite their problems, especially when we crush anyone who suggests they should assimilate and show proper gratitude. Sometimes the problems immigrants bring are so great, we need to consider selective immigration limits. That’s the simple truth. Blowing up skyscrapers and public events is not a trivial thing we should sit by and ignore.

Sadly, most people who want to move to western countries live in very screwed-up nations. If they didn’t, they would be happy to stay home.

Is Robinson being persecuted for talking about Islam and Muslims? Not exactly. In England, Canada, and Australia, free speech doesn’t really exist. Trial courts are allowed to ban reporting on certain types of trials. Robinson is reporting on a trial that belongs to one of those types. The courts believe they should protect the defendants and victims through censorship. The judge thinks she is advancing the cause of justice by imprisoning Robinson simply for talking.

Scary. And counterproductive. By trying to ban coverage by British journalists, the court forced the rest of the world’s journalists to jump on the story. Robinson’s arrest is public knowledge, we know the names of the defendants, and we know what the trial is about. But for the judge’s decision, the now-sensational case would be nearly unknown outside of her country.

I can’t go on Facebook and upload child pornography, and I’m not allowed to broadcast certain state secrets that fall into my hands, but other than that, I can say pretty much what I want. It must be strange to live in a country where you can be gagged so easily.

Why is Europe having so many problems with Muslims? Simple. Inversion of authority. Europeans used to acknowledge God. They did it poorly, but they made some effort. God used to back them against Muslims, Hindus, Buddhists, Toaists, Confucians, and people who practice whatever toxic, demonic religions they practice in Africa. God wanted to establish Europe and then America, for his own reasons. Now the connection between Europeans and God is tenuous. They don’t do much for God, so they lack unity with him. They don’t identify with God, so he doesn’t identify with them.

Is God supposed to get worked up when atheists, Muslims, and pagans fight? Not his circus, not his monkeys. God doesn’t hate Islam any more than he hates paganism and atheism. He may prefer it to some degree, since Muslims make some effort to recognize his existence. It makes sense that non-Christian Muslims would rise up and defeat other non-Christians.

It’s fine for secular activists to shake their fists and spout slogans, but it will never work unless they somehow get Satan on their side, and the price he will charge for his help will be too high. God isn’t going to help them. A lifestyle of true victory comes from God alone.

I always say I try not to get political, and here I am, writing about politics. Perhaps I can excuse myself by saying I’m not advocating a political solution to anything. Rallies and signs won’t help. Violence will turn us into what we hate. Blogs definitely won’t help. What a joke they’ve become! Our problems are supernatural. My big response to the rot and deception in our world is to expose it, analyze it, and pray. At home.

Speaking of God, I got a word today: “Thank you for beauty.” It’s about the way some things in this world function properly and bring pleasure. When you know God, a lot of things go right, and it’s very pleasing. It takes some of the pain out of watching the world at large crumble.

I’m having very strange experiences in my effort to get free of hostile spirits. I can feel the battle inside me. When a spirit gets expelled, part of my inner monologue goes away, because the being supplying it is silenced. In all seriousness, I wonder who I am. I made other beings part of me and repeated the things they spoke into my mind and took credit for them until, in a way, I was them. Now they’re being pushed out, and the Holy Spirit is taking their place. What is my real personality like, without freeloaders and illegal aliens shaping it? I don’t know the big picture. I know there will be more love and less fear and worry. I will have more authority, and things will work better. More beauty.

I feel like a gestating baby in a disintegrating uterus. The world is rotting away while I prosper.

Even Better Than a DVD Bundle From T.D. Jakes

As I said I would, I will continue to post things I’ve heard from God.

A couple of weeks back, I got this: “I am in a place of perversion and poison.”

God was not referring to my house. He was talking about the world I live in.

When you have ants or roaches in your house, one way to get rid of them is to spray poison in places they live in or pass through. Satan takes the same approach to us. We are surrounded by temptations, provocations, and dangers. The world is salted with them. The devil does particularly well with lust and anger. You can’t drive down a highway in a major city without seeing nearly naked women on billboards, and forget about turning on the TV. Even if you only watch shows you think are safe, the commercials are crazy. As for anger, go to a news site on the Internet and read the comments. And TV is not helpful, either. News shows are difficult to sit through without taking antacids.

Lot was rescued from Sodom, a filthy city of cruelty, greed, sexual perversion, and selfishness. He wasn’t happy while he lived there. Here is a passage from 2 Peter:

For if God did not spare the angels who sinned, but cast them down to hell and delivered them into chains of darkness, to be reserved for judgment; and did not spare the ancient world, but saved Noah, one of eight people, a preacher of righteousness, bringing in the flood on the world of the ungodly; and turning the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah into ashes, condemned them to destruction, making them an example to those who afterward would live ungodly; and delivered righteous Lot, who was oppressed by the filthy conduct of the wicked (for that righteous man, dwelling among them, tormented his righteous soul from day to day by seeing and hearing their lawless deeds) then the Lord knows how to deliver the godly out of temptations and to reserve the unjust under punishment for the day of judgment, and especially those who walk according to the flesh in the lust of uncleanness and despise authority.

Lot’s story is a clear picture of what we go through down here on this scab of a planet as we try to serve God.

Jesus referred to his servants as the feet of God, figuratively:

And whoever will not receive you nor hear your words, when you depart from that house or city, shake off the dust from your feet. Assuredly, I say to you, it will be more tolerable for the land of Sodom and Gomorrah in the day of judgment than for that city!

He said that as he sent disciples out to evangelize. The ostensible meaning of his words was that they should leave houses where they were rejected on this particular mission, but on a deeper level, he was describing all of his servants, until the end of the age.

Feet are the body parts that touch the earth, and we are the parts of God that touch the earth. Feet are dirty. Jesus washed people’s feet in an act that symbolized the way the Holy Spirit sanctifies believers who listen to him and spend time with him.

We have to live down here in order to reach other people, and while we are here, we live in bags of unrefrigerated meat we call bodies. In the Bible, dust is flesh. We are trapped temporarily in flesh bodies, exposed to all sorts of contamination from the world around us. When we die, the dust drops off, and contamination no longer has a way to get at us.

While we are here, we have to cope with the filthiness of the world. It is not a good place. The world doesn’t work. It is dysfunctional. It’s a mistake to try to see it as healthy or to attempt to fit in and function smoothly as part of it.

Doing evil things is counterproductive, but it can also be counterproductive simply to see or hear about them. Satan knows this, so he is constantly broadcasting the most poisonous things he can come up with. This is why he gave us slut walks.

A while back, I received this: “I am behind enemy lines.” Nothing could be more true. I don’t belong to this place. It’s as if I were a flu virus and Satan were constantly sending antibodies and white blood cells and whatever else after me. This isn’t my home. I’m here to make trouble. I am a guerrilla and a counterinsurgent. I have to avoid looking for rest here, like Samson falling asleep in Delilah’s lap.

The earth is a real mess. It is disgusting. It’s frustrating to think about it. No one wants to live on a planet where he has no chance of fitting in and prospering.

God gave me this last night: “Extremely effective.”

This one hit me hard. I thought it was a strange thing for God to say, and I certainly doubted it applied to me, so I asked him to confirm it, and his response practically blew my head up. By that I mean I felt an overwhelming rush of faith and affirmation that left me immobilized as I waited for it to run its course. Okay, okay! I accept it!

This week I moved to a new level with regard to getting things done. I attacked some intimidating business issues and got them fixed. I got confirmation that other problems didn’t actually exist. I’ve been having trouble motivating myself to take care of certain jobs on this property, and I have been ramping up my efforts, not through willpower, but because I suddenly feel eager to get to work, and also because I feel liberated to get things done.

Yesterday I put LED bulbs in the fluorescent fixtures in my bathroom. They had been flickering for weeks. I hate fluorescents. They hum. They supposedly give off positive ions that make people feel bad. They don’t last long. I like replacing them with LED tubes.

The fixtures in my bathroom are a real pain to work on. I had to stand on the sinks in a crouching position while I cut and stripped wires and made new connections. It was very unpleasant. I got it done, though, and all of the fluorescent tubes–even the ones that still work–are in a box waiting to go to the dump.

I’ve been doing laundry like crazy. Not sure how two men can come up with so much to wash, but we do.

My dad’s special issues make washing his bedclothes complicated. I have to wash mattress pads and a quilt as well as the usual stuff, and all the white things get bleach and a 2-hour cycle. Doing his laundry correctly takes more than one day. My own laundry is easy.

I rearranged the furniture and exercise equipment in my special upstairs testosterone chamber. The arrangement I threw together last year wasn’t working out. Now I have room for a workbench (ordered), and I’m not jammed up in one end of the room.

I ordered some tools for this room. I’m not going to march to the workshop (or even down to the garage) every time I need a pair of pliers. I’m going to have a lighted bench with pegboard plus enough okay-quality tools to handle 95% of the jobs that have to be done upstairs.

I shouldn’t mention tools because I get distracted, but…I decided to get an 18-volt Ridgid Jobmax for the farm. I’m going to take my 12-volt job and add it to the upstairs tools. The Jobmax is not great at much of anything, but it’s good at almost everything. If you keep a Jobmax handy, you will pick it up over and over and avoid having to break out other tools which are less convenient. Very nice tool to have if you like convenience and you don’t mind blowing a couple of hundred bucks to get it. It drills, drives fasteners, and does oscillating-tool stuff.

It’s not a cheap solution, but I don’t care. It makes life easier.

I also ordered a set of 7 Felo screwdrivers with plastic handles. This is a German company that makes very nice tools. The set runs less than $30, and it should cover a lot of ground. I also picked up a surprisingly affordable dual set of Bondhus ball-end hex wrenches (metric and imperial).

I should probably get another $35 Harbor Freight 115-piece drill index. Greatest bargain on earth. Not the world’s greatest bits, because they tend to grind the ends a little funny, but they nearly always work fine, and they cost maybe 15% of what you would pay for real drill bits.

A long time ago I picked up a boxed set of Craftsman wrenches for my dad’s boat. I’ll mount them on the bench pegboard along with the Felos and hex wrenches if I can.

Still need some pliers. I think I’ll splurge for Channelocks or maybe even Knipexes. Life is short.

Once my soldering station is up here along with my other electronics stuff, I’ll be cooking with gas.

I would like to do reloading here, but it will be hard to come up with an intelligent way to fix the press to my workbench. The bench has a big drawer, and the press would block it if it were mounted permanently. I may be able to use clamps.

Maybe I should finish things off with a Dremel kit. If you can’t do it with a Jobmax or a Dremel, you probably need to hire someone. Throw in duct tape and WD-40, and you can rule the world from your garage.

I already have a gyroscopic DeWalt power screwdriver for the house. I bought it because it was shorter than the big DeWalt driver. You put it in the screw, push the trigger, and turn it, and it knows which way it moved. It starts cranking in that direction until you turn it back, and it varies the power depending on how far you turn it. Frankly, I think it’s stupid. It would work just as well with just the trigger. But it was short, and it’s DeWalt.

I’ll need a little bit of tool storage. I don’t want to jam a big Harbor Freight rolling cabinet in here. Maybe some kind of portable from Home Depot.

I hope God is telling me I’m going to be more effective.

All my life, I’ve felt constrained, and I know the cause is supernatural. A few years back, a pastor cast a spirit of acedia out of me. Acedia refers to a condition of laziness, apathy, and discouragement. I’ve fought these things all my life. The pastor was teaching about acedia, and I started to feel cold. My hands felt like ice. I felt nauseated. I went up for deliverance. For weeks afterward, I got things done. It was wonderful.

Eventually, acedia came back, and since then, I have battled it off and on.

I know why it came back. I was taught about deliverance, but I didn’t learn anything about the cords that tie demons to us. I hadn’t opened up to God about whatever it was the bound me to acedia, so it had a way to get back in. I still don’t know exactly what it is that tied us together, but I have been confessing and repenting much more deeply lately, and various bonds are snapping.

Will I be free of it long-term? I suppose so. If not, why would God give me a word of confirmation?

We’ll see what happens. I have made mistakes before.

I think acedia follows families. When my dad was a young lawyer, my mother used to have to wake him up and put his shoes and socks on him to get him to go to work. As far as I know, my sister hates all types of work. The thought of being required to work makes her very angry. When she has luggage, which is always excessively heavy, she assumes other people will carry it and gets mad if they refuse. I can’t recall seeing her do any type of labor.

She has real problems, though. She used to lose her mind when we traveled together and I sat in the front seat, as if it were her personal throne. She would stand by the car and demand I move, which was a strange spectacle to those who witnessed it. I’m talking about a middle-aged woman, not a toddler. You can probably guess whether I moved or not.

I’m so glad I’m rid of her. She must be making other people extremely miserable right now.

I got one other word: “Only the Lord rules.” I think this was about authority. I believe God was giving me reassurance about my continued authority over the angry but powerless spirits and people around me. They are not to be taken seriously, because no one important is on their side.

It’s sad to see people lose, but it’s very good to win, and the losers bring it all on themselves. I can’t feel bad about problems I didn’t cause and can’t fix.

I hope this is useful to people.

Blessed is Better!

I had a wonderful experience last night. First, some background.

When I was a kid, I was afraid of the dark. I suppose I had a good excuse. I used to wake up and see snakes and giant bugs and lizards crawling all over the room, including the bed, walls, and ceiling. I had nightmares every night. I once woke up and called for my mother, and when I saw her at the door, she shrank until she was about two feet tall. I’m not saying it was her, obviously, but I don’t think it was my imagination, either.

I still get creeped out sometimes when I’m in dark places alone. I honestly think it has to do with the presence of demons. Some places feel creepy, and others don’t. Eastern Kentucky is extremely creepy. It’s as if you can feel the demons swarming around you as soon as twilight sets in.

Ocala is not creepy at all. There is a warm, safe feeling to this area. Don’t ask me why.

Now to the experience I had last night.

I was thinking about a woman my mother knew. She used to see a spirit. A little man would appear and watch her. He would laugh at her. Out of curiosity, I Googled other people’s experiences with visible demons. I got more than I bargained for.

There were all sorts of online testimonies, and many of them were from people who weren’t religious. Me, I would believe in God after seeing one demon. That’s just how I am. Not sure what kind of cognitive dissonance prevents other people from believing. If you can believe you saw a spirit while you were wide awake, why can’t you believe there is a great benevolent spirit we know as God?

You can believe. You choose not to, because God will make demands on you. You might have to stop smoking weed and fornicating. You might not fit in with the cool kids any more.

One person said he was in a bunk bed with his sister. She was in the top bunk. He looked up and saw her hanging from the upper bunk, looking at him. Then he realized she was in the bunk, asleep. What he saw hanging from the bunk was something else. A woman said she was in a bedroom she shared with her brother. She looked across the room and saw him sitting on the couch, eating chocolate and staring at her. Then she noticed his arm hanging down from the bunk above. He was still in it, snoring. The thing on her couch only looked like him.

As you can probably tell, these were childhood experiences. It would be a little odd for siblings of different sexes to share bunk beds as adults.

Stories like this aren’t all that rare, and they don’t always come from people who believe in the occult. Years ago, a murder case was solved with help from an apparition. A person was driving down the highway and saw a naked woman lying on the shoulder. She was just watching cars go by. The driver went back to help her, but she was gone. Afterward, the body of a murdered woman was found just off the highway, behind the place where the naked lady lay. I learned about this while watching a true crime show on cable.

I started reading various accounts last night, and I felt a little spooked. I live out in the woods. The nearest human beings are maybe 500 feet away, and they wouldn’t hear a thing if something happened to me.

I wasn’t worried about being unable to sleep. I thought about the presence of God. Lately, I have had the ability to get into his presence at will. I remembered something he put in my mind: “When you’re with me, no one can touch me.” I also remembered this: “Problems are darkness, and you are light.”

I got into God’s presence and went to sleep.

When God is with me, I’m the most dangerous thing on the property. I shouldn’t fear. I should be feared.

This experience was a big deal to me. It shows that the problems I’ve had with inverted authority are disappearing. When I was young, spirits, animals, disease germs, and obnoxious people had a lot of power over me. I couldn’t fight back successfully, even when I was dealing with enemies that seemed weak. I didn’t know God, and I hadn’t set him in authority over me and my flesh. I was outside of the chain of command, so I had no backup and no power. As I’ve gotten closer to God, beings that mistreat me have received more and more defeat.

When I was a kid and I was afraid at night, I would sit awake all night with the light on, or I would go into my parents’ bedroom. Now I roll over and sleep. Let my enemies deal with the fear; it’s their property.

I wish I had been able to do that when I was 5. I suffered a great deal as a child. I hated my childhood, and I hate the memory of it. If I had had God’s authority and presence, I wouldn’t have been so miserable.

I hate the way I was picked on. Spirits and people did what they wanted to me. I wish I could go back in time and help myself. I wish my past could be replaced. But I can’t say it wasn’t just. This is what happens to the children of the ungodly. It’s normal and right.

Real victory is anomalous in this fallen world. People who don’t know God are supposed to live in defeat. Many ungodly losers live under the delusion that they’re victorious, but they just experience candy-coated defeat. Think of Howard Hughes and Johnny Depp. In my case, my loser status was obvious to all. I got it straight with no mixer.

Recently I wrote about something that appeared in my bedroom here in Ocala. I woke up and saw a thin female figure dressed in black, hovering at the foot of my bed. Nice try, loser. I told it off and went to sleep. What I would give to give that power to the little kid who slept with the light on.

Many Christians are afraid of the devil and other spirits. Not me. God told me something years ago: “Satan isn’t that tough.” It’s a fact. He lost before the world was created. If you’re scared of the devil, you’ve been watching too many movies. In movies, the devil does whatever he wants, and God sits as though his hands were tied. It’s as if Satan were writing movies to make himself feel good. Hollywood belongs to Satan, so he gets great PR. He puffs himself up, like Saddam Hussein and Kim Jong-Un. In reality, when Satan wants to do something, he has to go grovel before the throne. He may be the god of this world, as Jesus said, but he is constrained.

I’m glad my authority keeps growing. It’s a huge relief. But I’m sad to see most Americans losing authority. Look at the people who push us around. Illegal aliens. Backward ghetto dwellers who manipulate our prosecutors with the threat of riots. Pitiable, enslaved people controlled by spirits of sexual perversion. Wives dominate husbands. Kids dominate parents.

It’s going to get worse. We insist on more fornication. More sexual perversion. More yoga. More feminism. More weird religions. More piercings and tattoos (which God has always hated). More pride. More cruelty. More drugs. These days, a person who looks and acts like a long-term prison inmate did in 1980 may wear a police uniform, run a church, or teach your kids.

I read something interesting last night. Americans are losing their protection from demons, which are supposed to be among the lowest, most defeated creatures in existence. I learned it by reading about the Catholic church. We now have several times as many exorcists as we did a few years ago. The church is raising up exorcists in response to a very large increase in demonic manifestations. When even the Catholic church is aware there’s a spiritual problem, you know things are getting bad.

Unfortunately, the pope seems to have the idea that only fully possessed people need deliverance. That’s a Satanic canard. All or nearly all Christians need deliverance. You don’t have to be barking like a dog and levitating in order to have demons. Satan has the church sending out a few exorcists who focus on sensational possessions in order to make it look like something is being done. Meanwhile, the church gives no relief to the rest of us, whose demonic issues are less spectacular.

It’s what a corrupt mayor would do, in a city controlled by organized crime. Have a highly publicized raid once in a while in order to please the public, while sheltering whorehouses and bookie joints all over the city.

It’s as if our medical establishment were healing a few advanced cancers while doing nothing for countless millions who have chronic illnesses and addictions that take all the joy out of life.

While I’m on the subject of demons, I now believe that deep confession is essential to lasting deliverance.

Through sin, we give spirits authority over us. Every Christian who isn’t ignorant knows about this. Try drugs, and you may get a demon of addiction. Sexual sin can lead to fetishes and perversion. We know demons enter us and give us habits. What we don’t understand is that the demons that motivate us also hurt us. They can give us physical and mental illnesses. They can depress us.

An unequal yoking always has a cost. Write that down. Memorize it.

You may be able to cast a demon out without confronting the problem that allowed it to come in. If you do, your deliverance may be temporary. It’s as if an elastic cord binds you to the demon. You can stretch it, but it won’t snap while you hold onto your excuses. If you refuse to confess, you give the demon title, so he can return.

I used to think I was honest with God. I tried to confess as well as I could. I told him very disturbing things about myself. Recently, I’ve gone to a deeper level. I’ve confessed truly disgusting things that surprised me. Generally, these were things I disapproved of. I had bad habits and desires I genuinely despised, and because I had contempt for them, I thought I was free of them. That’s not how it works. We have bad habits we like, such as sexual compulsions, but you can have a bad trait you hate and want nothing to do with.

When a demon is in trouble, you may feel its distress in the form of nausea or coldness. I’ve been feeling nauseated when I confess. It’s a manifestation of the demon’s panic. They don’t want to leave. It must be like being evicted during a blizzard.

I believe that when I confess with real honesty, I cut the bungees that bind demons to me. I also cut the attachments to curses and problems.

If you have a problem you can’t get rid of, you’re doing something to perpetuate it, because God wants you to be free. If he is allowing you to carry a painful burden, there is something you’re not doing, which will move him to set you free.

People hate this message because excuses are like our precious, spoiled children. We hate anyone who says a word against them. We will attack people who try to help us by exposing them.

This year, God gave me this: “Excuses are lies.” God also says liars can’t enter the kingdom of heaven. Eternal punishment in the lake of fire was created for “all liars,” according to the Bible. If you’re not confessing, you’re a liar, and you are keeping your most draining problems alive.

These days when I confess, I have a mental image of a big knife slicing thick, rubbery cords.

How did I get this old without learning these things from preachers? They didn’t tell me because they didn’t know. They are dangerously ignorant. You can’t give away what you don’t have.

I can’t be honest without God’s help. I don’t think anyone can. We need to ask for help and receive it.

Adam and Eve weren’t cursed as soon as they sinned. They were cursed after they deflected blame and covered themselves with leaves (which represent works). They put barriers between themselves and God, and when you block God’s presence, you block his help.

No one seems to have any deep knowledge. What hope is there for the world? The more deep knowledge I get, the more I see how different it is from the infected puke they serve at churches.

I’m very wary of preachers now. I have nearly no use for them. They have wasted my time and money. They have betrayed my trust. They have persecuted me. They have taught me garbage which made my problems worse. They are extremely ignorant. I feel like they’ll poison me again if I get too close.

God keeps looking out for me. He never steers me wrong. I can’t see myself looking for someone to replace him.

Freedom is available. We know this because God said it was true. We don’t have freedom, therefore we are doing things wrong. Better things are available, and we should be seeking them instead of making excuses for our patterns of defeat. “God doesn’t work miracles any more.” “God doesn’t talk to people any more.” Wrong. We need to stop sheltering our failure behind walls of meticulously cultivated excuses.

I am determined to go forward and succeed in God’s kingdom even if everyone else on earth goes to hell. I want whatever he will give me. I’m not going to bite my tongue and sit on my hands and miss out just to fit in and be popular.

Battle for the Planet of the Dogs

The service animal craze is way out of hand. A new story of one man’s “abuse” of a service dog is making the rounds, and as far as I can tell, not one reporter has made any effort to check the facts.

A man named Matthew Silvay was traveling with his pregnant (sigh) girlfriend, in coach seats. They are deaf. They have a gigantic service dog. It’s a great Dane. Seriously. They took a dog the size of a pony with them on a coach flight.

Unbelievably, Silvay had a slim but spurious legal justification. There is a law similar to the ADA, and it applies to airlines. It’s called the ACAA. Airlines have to provide reasonable accommodation for disabled people. The obvious question is this: “Is it reasonable to make airline passengers sit in close quarters with a great Dane when, say, a poodle could do the same job?”

Obviously, the answer is “no,” but airlines are afraid of disabled people and spoiled people who just feel like traveling with pets, so Silvay was permitted to take his pony-sized dog on the plane.

Another passenger says he pushed the dog away. Silvay says he punched the dog. He also claims the man punched his pregnant girlfriend.

There is video. What does the video show? Go look. It’s on Youtube. Silvay stands over the man, punching his own hand, striking the man’s seat (misdemeanor battery), blocking the exit ramp (false imprisonment) and pushing the man onto the ground (also battery). He curses and waves his middle fingers. An airline employee on the scene clearly feels Silvay is the problem. She tries to get him to calm down and knock it off.

At one point, Silvay calls his dog, and it runs away. It seems terrified of him. He has to go after it. What does this tell you? Maybe the dog likes to play tag…or maybe it hasn’t been treated well in the past.

Journalists and people who think their pets are more important than people are siding with Silvay, in spite of the fact that there is no video of the other man, Timothy Manley, doing anything wrong!

Watching Silvay’s violent behavior, I figured he had to have a criminal history, so I Googled. A person named Matthew Silvay has a huge record on the clerk’s website for St. John’s County, Florida.

Is it the same guy? Well, the mugshots look like him, and the age is right. One site says he has a stomach tattoo that reads, “F___ OFF.”

Criminal mischief. Grand theft. Domestic violence (adjudicated guilty). It’s really something.

A website called “Deaf Weekly” writes about a news story involving a Matthew Silvay who got out of his car with a baseball bat and threatened another driver. Maybe it’s another deaf Matthew Silvay.

If there is any justice in the world, Silvay will get in trouble with the feds for his antics in the videos. Maybe Manley did something, too, and if so, he should also face the music. The only evidence so far is Silvay’s word!

What’s happening with journalists? I keep seeing the same kinds of stories.

1. Mom shamed for breastfeeding (i.e. going topless in front of disturbed strangers).
2. Teen shamed for the way she dresses (i.e. exposing herself in order to get attention).
3. Service/”support” dog owner mistreated by evil bully (i.e. person who doesn’t want to pay for restaurant food served close to dog’s exposed anus).
4. Woman fat-shamed (this is apparently fatal in some cases).
5. [Insert name of sleazy female celebrity here] showed more than she should have!

The best fat-shaming story I’ve seen appeared a few days ago. A woman attacked a man online for calling her a “smelly fatty”…in a private text to someone else. The man was sitting in his airline seat, minding his own business, and the woman eavesdropped. She stared at his phone. He had no intention of saying anything to her. She had to invade his privacy in order to see how he felt. And somehow he’s the villain!

You can’t “shame” someone if they don’t know what you’re saying about them. If I pick the lock on your diary and find out you think I’m a moron, you’re not the problem. I am.

It’s as if some nut in an office somewhere made a list of these types of stories and used a mind-control ray to force journalists all over the country to pump them out.

Why are these types of stories so important? Satan has to be involved. Journalists aren’t sufficiently unified to do things like this without external influences. Why does the devil want to torment us with dogs and other animals in restaurants and on airplanes? Why does he want women to be proud of their fat?

Satan likes nudity, and he likes getting people to open themselves up to demons who work in the area of sex, so the stuff about breastfeeding, sleazy celebrities, and teen attention addicts makes sense. I see why he wants it in the news.

Satan also likes feminism. More specifically, he likes emasculation and effeminacy, and he wants to tear down masculine leaders in the home and elsewhere. Satan is effeminate and emasculated, and he wants to spread these problems to others. Yahweh and Yeshua are masculine, and they are the ones who humiliated him and spurned him, so now Satan goes after men, who represent masculine leadership here on earth.

The fat-shame nonsense has to do with keeping men on the defensive and giving women the power to push them around. That’s all it is.

It’s as if Satan were trying to bring back the fat, primitive conceptions of Venus (AKA Aphrodite, Astarte, Ashtoreth, Lilith, the Jezebel Spirit, et cetera) in order to get a cult started. Maybe he is.

It’s funny. A man who, understandably, can’t find it in himself to date an unattractive woman is evil, but women who turn down short men or men who don’t make a lot of money get almost no criticism, and they’re just as shallow.

People don’t have total control over their desires. I can’t force myself to be attracted to a particular woman, and there is no reason I should try. Women don’t owe it to me to be attracted to me, either.

Forcing yourself to accept someone you can’t warm up to is not a good idea. People want to be wanted. A woman you don’t really want will figure things out, and she will resent you. Besides, you would be taking her away from someone who does want her.

A man also knows when a woman has settled for him and feels contempt for him.

I think I know what’s happening with the animal issue. We are losing our position of dominance over God’s lower creatures.

When you’re aligned with God, he makes you the head, not the tail. If you’re a man, your wife and kids will submit. Your dog won’t bite you. Your horse won’t buck. If you’re not submitted to God, creatures that should submit to you will have power over you.

People who pamper and spoil their pets have a problem with authority inversion. Animals are here for our use and benefit, but animal-worshipers have that turned around. They serve creatures that have little importance to God. Animals are like our flesh. We are supposed to rule our flesh, but most of us are ruled by it. When you see someone who carries an annoying dog around and makes everyone else put up with it, you’re seeing inverted authority.

God is supposed to rule me. I am supposed to be over ungodly people. Pets are supposed to be below human beings. When I’m out of God’s will, an ungodly person with a dominant pet will be able to force me to accommodate the pet and whatever demons tell the pet what to do.

When I was a kid, my sister got no respect from animals. I didn’t understand it at the time. I had a big, gentle German shepherd who was submissive to everyone, and my sister was pushy and abusive, but I saw him climb on a couch with my sister and shove her onto the floor so he could lie down.

She had a succession of horrible lapdogs that made everyone suffer. We used to kill her dogs. My mother took one to be gassed. She dropped another at the pound. My dad turned one loose. I took one to be euthanized. I prayed for the last one to die, and it did. That’s how bad the situation was.

My sister had no authority. She was rebellious and emasculating. No wonder she ended up serving animals and making other people serve them. The problem eventually extended to roaches and rats. Her home became a shelter and feeder for them, and she resisted all efforts to fix it.

When you’re on an airplane, and you have to make accommodations for a lower creature, the hierarchy of authority in your life is inverted. It’s a message: you’re the tail, buddy.

America is in rebellion, and we have an authority inversion. Screwed-up people who used to be the tail are now the head, and we run from them. This is why we have Satanic monuments going up in public buildings and on public lands. It’s why foreigners from violent, crooked countries are able to trample our rights and come across the border in droves. It’s why filthy thugs are some of our richest and most powerful celebrities. It’s what made Kim Kardashian rich. It’s why China defeats us in trade wars.

Imagine, running from a violent, tattooed creep on an airplane and having the public take up for him! Amazing.

We have thrown out a gigantic trove of ancient wisdom. We fight with people who are like puppets in Japanese Bunraku plays, instead of their unseen handlers. We mistake the true causes of our problems. We rely on solutions that make things worse. We battle using the flesh, which has very little power, instead of submitting to God and getting him to fight for us.

Have you ever heard a preacher talk about authority the way I do? I’ll bet you haven’t. I never have. They talk about being nice, buying money from God, and building self-esteem. They talk about obeying rules, which is not helpful at all. There must be a few preachers out there saying what I’m saying, but it’s obvious that they are very few in number. The church is extremely ignorant.

Cancer is the result of inverted authority. A disease should not have authority over you. Prison is the result of inverted authority. Felons give the prison system authority over them through rebellion. Being stuck in a bad job is the result of inverted authority.

Think about AIDS. Have people been killed by it? Perhaps some, but mainly, they die from other diseases healthy people can fight off. Almost all AIDS cases are the direct result of rebellion. People who get AIDS die from things like pneumonia and diarrhea, which the rest of us don’t get or shrug off. They die from attacks by creatures that have little or no authority over the rest of us. We all carry at least some of the microbes and fungi that kill AIDS patients.

When an intolerable authority is set over you, it means something is wrong. It’s a message from God. It’s an opportunity to confess and get free.

God can’t give us power because he can’t get us to accept knowledge and wisdom.

We didn’t get America because white people are brilliant and better able to develop technology. We got it because the people who lived here worshiped demons and had no authority.

America wasn’t intended to be a gift to white people. It was intended to be a gift to people who serve God.

Look how old I got before I understood authority. It’s disgraceful. My parents knew nothing, and they taught me nothing. If God himself had taught me 40 years ago, I would have told him he was wrong.

The world will get worse. Cruel, impudent, disgusting people will get more and more power. Animals, vexatious plants, and microbes will find more liberty to cause us problems. We will sink into a pit our pride created as our authority disappears.

A while back, I saw a neat Tom Fischer video about authority. There wasn’t much teaching, but he healed people simply by looking at them with “a look of authority.” I can see why that works.

Authority has a cost. You can’t live your own way. You have to give up pride, hate, lust, covetousness, drugs, drunkenness, and so on. Demons don’t have to obey hypocrites who serve them in private. But the rewards are phenomenal. You have to be irrational not to take the deal.

The older I get, the more I realize I have to defeat demons and the flesh in order to move forward. As disturbed as I am by other people’s behavior, I’m the worst problem I have. If I can get free of demons and stop serving them, and if I can get authority over my flesh and put God in charge, I’ll be fine, even if the world collapses around me. Churches don’t teach this. They don’t know it, and if they did, they wouldn’t talk about it because there’s no money in it.

I wonder what will happen in the service dog case. My guess: the man who was accused will never be able to clear his name, and the sick young man who attacked him will be rewarded. That’s how things work when authority is on the wrong side.

Francis Accused of Endorsing Sin

Can a pope be impeached? I guess not. There used to be popes who had armies they used for conquest. For a time, there were two popes (not counting non-Catholic popes), both of whom could not have been legitimate. Popes have had mistresses and illegitimate children. One such child became a pope, himself! If there were a reset button, someone would have used it by now.

I guess that’s not true. Corruption has never bothered church-worshipers very much.

Let me see. Hmm. Sixtus III was put on trial, but he was acquitted.

The pope is the subject of a fresh accusation: a homosexual who was a victim of priest rape says Francis told him, “God made you that way.” Also credited to Francis: “He loves you just the way you are.”

The obvious question: will the pope back this stuff up, or will he hide behind the curtains and wait for it to blow over?

My charitable guess is that the homosexual who gave the report has twisted the truth to push his own agenda. But the pope has said some stupid things about homosexuality in the past, so maybe the story is true.

Regarding homosexuality, in a book, the pope said, “Who am I to judge?”

Who are you? The pope! Supposedly.

In the book, Francis talks like a man blowing smoke rings. He says things that sound nice but mean nothing. Are same-sex relations sinful? Not clear. Should Christians accept active homosexuals among their ranks? Again, not clear.

It’s sad for a preacher to be in a position where the Bible, which is known for being hard to understand, is more transparent than he is.

Here’s something Jesus (the pope’s boss) said about sexual sin. After discouraging religious Jews from killing an adulterous woman, he told her he did not “condemn” her (not “judge”) and that she should “go and sin no more.”

He forgave the woman, but he also judged her and found her guilty. Is Francis willing to say a lifestyle of continuing homosexual acts is sin? Who knows? Listening to him is like reading greeting cards, zen poems, and fortune cookies. He says whatever will make him look best to the largest number of people, while avoiding all semblance of taking a stand

In the Catholic system, Paul outranks the pope. Here is what he said about judgment:

Do ye not know that the saints shall judge the world? and if the world shall be judged by you, are ye unworthy to judge the smallest matters?

Know ye not that we shall judge angels? how much more things that pertain to this life?

A few sentences later, he said this:

Know ye not that the unrighteous shall not inherit the kingdom of God? Be not deceived: neither fornicators, nor idolaters, nor adulterers, nor effeminate, nor abusers of themselves with mankind,

Nor thieves, nor covetous, nor drunkards, nor revilers, nor extortioners, shall inherit the kingdom of God.

And such were some of you: but ye are washed, but ye are sanctified, but ye are justified in the name of the Lord Jesus, and by the Spirit of our God.

There is a big difference between condemnation, which we should avoid, and judgment, which we are obligated to perform. We shouldn’t refuse to let people into church because of past sins of which they want to repent. That’s condemnation. At the same time, we should reject people who have no plans to change. That’s judgment. The church is the church of the submitted, not the rebellious. We are supposed to have salt in ourselves. We’re supposed to be repentant.

We’re not supposed to be yoked with unbelievers.

The same Greek root appears in all these places where judgment and condemnation are mentioned, but obviously, it does not always mean the same thing. If Jesus tells us not to judge on one page, and Paul tells us to judge on another, the word “judge” must be used differently in those contexts. The Greek words in this case can mean “render a verdict” or “to sentence.” It is possible to render a verdict without issuing a sentence.

Paul refers to believers who are “sanctified.” That means their hearts have been cleaned up. It doesn’t refer to salvation, which is justification. We’re not supposed to stop with salvation. We’re supposed to go on and become sanctified through the action of the Holy Spirit.

Sanctification won’t happen to you if you insist on living in sexual sin (including homosexual relations), and according to Paul, you won’t inherit the kingdom of God.

By the way, homosexual behavior is different from other types of fornication. It’s normal for a man to have desire for a woman. Homosexual relations involve an abnormal desire most men do not have.

When I was taking college art classes, I was always on time, because the models were naked women, and I never knew what was in store. When I used to go to a gym and work out, I spent as little time as possible in the locker room with naked men, because locker rooms stink and being around naked men is not particularly enjoyable. It’s wrong for me to sin with women, but I will always have some desire for them, and I’m not accountable for that. Desire for men, in and of itself, would be a problem.

The idea that God makes people gay is abominable. The Bible does talk about God giving people over to homosexuality. but that’s not the same thing as making them gay to begin with. It means he allows them to continue and increase in their error because they don’t listen. It’s like what Paul said about the man who fornicated with his stepmother. He advised the church to turn him over to Satan for the destruction of the flesh, so he would either repent or go away and be damned.

Homosexuality is one of today’s most destructive sins, so Francis should be confronting it. Instead, he appears to be courting popularity. Nothing new for him. In contrast, Jesus was willing to be unpopular, and that characteristic is a hallmark of his followers. Historically, they have submitted to murder and torture rather than betray God. Jesus said we were blessed when men reviled us. Francis is running for prom king.

It’s important to stand against homosexuality because it destroys human beings. Someone has to point the way to God. Making people comfortable with their own destruction is not kindness. It’s selfishness. The intention is to make our own lives easier instead of helping habitual sinners. We want to avoid confrontation and its consequences.

At least two people who claim to have visited hell say they saw homosexuals (male and female) chained together in a river of fire. I think it’s true. Is that what we want for people? Is our popularity worth that sacrifice?

The Catholic church, like nearly all churches, is powerless. They can’t work miracles. They have no prophets. Healings are rare. They do what most powerless churches do. They deny that power exists. They protect their brand (and the money it brings in) instead of confessing error.

They can’t get homosexuals delivered, any more than they can heal cripples. It makes sense that they would eventually decide homosexuality was normal, especially in an age when it’s increasing like crazy. The church was unpopular when gay marriage was illegal and the rate of homosexuality was down around 1%. Now perversion is becoming more widespread. As the situation deteriorates, popes will be under more pressure to give in. Sooner or later, some pope will probably decide the church has been wrong.

The Anglicans beat them to the bottom. They already have honest homosexuals in robes.

The fact that you fail at something doesn’t mean it’s not possible. Preachers need to understand that. The Jews who ran the temple in the time of Jesus could not heal anyone. They couldn’t prophesy. They couldn’t work miracles. Jesus and his followers did all these things. Did it prove God had suddenly decided to help people? No; it just meant he finally had a few servants who did things right. The success of Jesus and his followers should have motivated the old guard to reexamine their false doctrine and join those who moved in God’s power.

We’re in the same situation today. God does a lot of things outside of respected churches. The pope can’t heal anyone, but like many Christians, I’ve had a bunch of healings. A lot of people have seen miracles. A lot of people hear from God. The Catholic church teaches that all non-Catholics go to hell or purgatory, yet God does a lot of powerful things through people who aren’t Catholic, just as he worked through Jesus instead of Caiphas. The message should be obvious. Help is still available. You just have to look for it God’s way.

We need to get more connected to God’s authority and start delivering people. We are weak, and when people seek God, they want to find strength. No wonder we’re rejected. We have very little to offer. Healings and deliverance should be routine, and they are not. If a homosexual goes to a church for deliverance, the odds are overwhelming that nothing will happen. Who can blame such a person for deciding we’re wrong?

We serve demons, and we try to cast demons out of other people. That doesn’t work. We need to be sanctified. To wield authority, you have to be submitted to it.

It’s sad when churches try to become like the secular world. They become more popular at first, but eventually, people who go to such churches will wonder why religion has to be involved. If it’s all about positive thinking, being nice, running a community center, and singing songs, why does Jesus have to be part of it? Why go to a church for these things when you can get them elsewhere?

Eventually, seeker-friendly churches end up competing with secular establishments which do the same things better. That’s suicidal. We ought to have a franchise, not a commodity. Any corporation can hold meetings and sing songs. Every Japanese carmaker does these things. Only a church can put people in touch with God.

The end of the organized church is coming to an end. Look at the signs. Doctrine is watered down. Greed is everywhere. God can’t penetrate the walls of fables and self-interest in order to get things done. People who don’t belong to big churches are getting revelation and help from God.

We should be glad. Good things happen when preachers aren’t around to relieve themselves on the fire.

Interesting fact: Francis would not be the first pope to endorse homosexuality. Boniface VIII was a pedophile who said sex with women or boys was no more sinful than rubbing one’s hands together.

It will be interesting to see if Francis has anything to say in response.