Hurricane Insurance Time

Today I’m trying to finalize my homeowner’s insurance.

Last year, I paid $8,000 for insurance. A fortune. Most of it was due to the hurricane problem.

In my mind, Florida policies are divided in two parts: ordinary insurance and hurricane insurance. The latter part is what kills us. I can get pretty good insurance here for under $1,300, but I have to omit storm insurance.

Storm insurance usually has a deductible so high it is useless for anyone whose house doesn’t, at minimum, lose a big percentage of its roof. If, for example, a storm ruins your landscaping and takes out a garage door and a bunch of windows, you’re going to pay for all of it, plus your insurance premium. I’m looking at deductibles in the area of $40,000. I would have to have extremely serious damage to make a $40,000 deductible anything but a total liability shield for my insurer.

The question for a homeowner is whether the high price and low reward are justified by the risk of damage.

Determining the risk of damage is difficult because just about everyone in every industry behaves like a hysterical woman when discussing hurricanes. They make gross exaggerations.

I just saw a graphic saying that winds above Category 4 were catastrophic and would “destroy” “most” affected homes. That’s not even nearly true.

I was in Andrew, before the post-Andrew building codes. Sustained winds in my county approached 180 mph. Hurricanes are measured by sustained winds, not gusts. A wind is sustained if it lasts at least 60 seconds. Anything beneath 60 seconds is a gust.

The Chicken Littles love to rate storms by their gusts. That’s dishonest. They’ll say, “This storm packs winds of up to seventy miles an hour!” Yeah, and they last 4 seconds. It’s the sustained winds that count.

When Andrew hit Miami, tens of thousands of homes were hit by sustained winds over 150 mph, so of course, most were completely destroyed. Not. In fact, only a tiny percentage were destroyed. I was in my dad’s house, and we got winds of around 170 mph. We didn’t lose the roof, one wall, or one window. We didn’t lose one roof tile.

It was a bad time. The yard was a mess. Big trees went down. But the house wasn’t destroyed.

Even in the famous Country Walk development, which suffered damage so bad tourists drove by and shot video, generally, houses were not completely destroyed. Many lost their flimsy second stories, but they were not destroyed.

Over the last few years, I have held the belief that I live in a hurricane-proof area. I based that on research. I was not able to find any evidence that my area had EVER sustained hurricane-force winds, meaning winds of at least 75 mph. There have been tropical storm winds. The term “tropical storm winds” means winds of between 40 and 74 mph. But in reality, we almost always get the lower end of the scale, for brief periods.

I have walked around in my yard during periods when Chicken Littles on news stations were screeching about our winds, and it was actually pleasant.

Because I have been preparing to reinsure, I have been doing more research lately. I saw something disturbing. A website implied Ocala, the nearest big city, had been hit by a storm with 161-mph winds in 1928. I was about to get insurance without wind coverage, but that made me pause and do more research. I thought maybe I was wrong to forgo wind insurance.

Then I found out the website, Firststreet.org, was broadcasting nonsense. It looks like it’s a garbage website.

The 1928 storm made landfall in West Palm, with winds of 145 mph. Hurricanes weaken as they approach land, and when they come ashore, they weaken even more. West Palm is 250 miles away, so you can imagine what the winds were like once the storm got to the place where my house stands.

The way hurricanes weaken is interesting.

When you see a meteorologist joyfully proclaiming a storm has Category 4 or 5 winds, most of the time, the storm will be over water, far off the coast. That’s because hurricanes get all of their power from hot air rising off warm water. Closer to shore, the water is cooler, so the winds drop. Just before hurricanes make landfall, they are generally considerably weaker than they were over the water.

When their eyes hit land, things really fall apart. The power source is gone at that point. You never see a hurricane eye in Georgia or Alabama. Just disorganized rain and wind.

I am about 40 miles from the coast on one side and 70 on the other. Forty miles may not seem like a big distance compared to a hurricane, but it’s a very effective buffer.

I can’t find any record of hurricane winds hitting this place. Orlando is slightly less favorably situated, and it has never had anything worse than Category 1, which means 75-95. I haven’t found any authority saying they even hit 75. ChatGPT thinks Orlando maxed out at 59, and I can’t find any record of Disney World being hit by a hurricane.

Disney World is about 53 years old.

ChatGPT’s best guess at my area’s top recorded sustained wind is 61 mph, back in 2017. I was here. The house was here. No damage. Just tree problems, with two landing on fences. I don’t recall seeing anything that looked like a 61-mile-per-hour storm. Humorously, there is an article from the local paper that says Irma came through “packing” 65-mile-per-hour winds. They love “packing” and “hurtling.”

What about water?

Coastal people are the real hurricane victims, unless you count inland people who live in feeble structures or near trees that should be cut. Coastal people get the highest winds, and they also get storm surge and flooding. Flooding comes from both rain and storm surge.

I get no storm surge. I get no flooding. Before my dad bought this place, I checked it out, and it really can’t flood. The government has a website that tells you where floods can happen.

Flooding and storm surge are impossibilities.

What about tornadoes?

There, I have a problem. No one can predict where a tornado will hit, and there have been a few in this area since I arrived. They didn’t flatten houses, but they did damage roofs pretty badly. If I give up wind insurance, I won’t be able to keep tornado insurance. It’s all or nothing.

There are thousands and thousands of houses here. Almost none have been hit by tornadoes since I arrived, but it could happen to me, just as I could be struck by lightning. Should I insure against it?

Doubtful. Those deductibles are really something, compared to the likely damage.

One nice thing about a tornado is that getting repairs fast afterward is a cinch. After a bad hurricane or tropical storm, all the contractors get booked up fast, so people with homes they can’t live in have to find temporary quarters and hope no one loots their properties. Tornadoes don’t affect enough people to tie up a lot of contractors.

I can build a new house without help if I have to, but there is no way a storm will make total reconstruction necessary, so there is no way an insurer will pay that much. I might need total reconstruction if there is a fire, but that’s covered without wind coverage.

My inclination is to forget wind insurance. It’s mainly a way to put coastal people on welfare. Insurers know I won’t have any wind claims, and they know coastals don’t want to pay $15,000 for insurance, so they spread the cost out, putting the screws to me in order to make their product cheaper and more appealing to coastals. It’s like the health insurance people in their twenties pay. They don’t get sick, so their money goes to old people with COPD, cirrhosis, and type 2 diabetes.

It’s not a conspiracy theory. My buddy Mike knows an insurance broker, and he told Mike the purpose of high premiums in areas like mine was to pay for damage far away, on the coasts.

I wish people would stop lying about hurricanes. They get excited about them. We love exaggerating misfortune, trying to impress each other with our delusional versions of what is likely to go wrong. In the case of hurricanes, it makes it hard to get important information.

I will make a decision today.

We’ll just Revise Orwell

Youtube has a rather queer take on the meaning of the term “hate speech.”

Yesterday, I watched a video by a guy who calls himself Decoy Voice. He used to live in LA. He moved elsewhere because the woketosity was choking him. He is of Korean extraction. He makes funny videos about the left.

He put up a video about MSM censorship and lies, and when I say “MSM,” I include the social media sites, because in my opinion, they are now part of the MSM.

I got curious, so I went to ChatGPT and posted a statement, not a question. I used the version of ChatGPT that is supposedly up to date on the state of the world. I got a funny response.

Me: Trump got shot in the ear.

ChatGPT: “There have been no reports or credible news sources indicating that former President Donald Trump has been shot in the ear or injured in any way recently. If this were true, it would be major news and widely covered by media outlets.”

The robot admitted its mistake after I uploaded a link to an article about the shooting.

I copied the above exchange and posted it as a Youtube comment, and my comment was taken down after about 5 minutes. I got a 24-hour hate speech ban. I admit, I also used the word “idiots,” but other people get away with worse things all day.

It’s so weird, being a second-class citizen–a dhimmi–in the United States of America. I don’t know when all of my ancestors got here, but some were here as early as the 1600’s, and none arrived after the 19th century, so I am as much a product of the United States as a person can be. But here I am, having my First Amendment rights nullified by random nuts with multicolored 1970’s punk hairstyles.

I saw another funny video the other day. A young white man was interviewing black people in a ghetto, politely, and some guy started calling the young man’s friend, an older white man, “boy.” Then he started talking about how he had been torn away from his homeland, Africa. He expected privilege.

First of all, Africa isn’t anyone’s homeland, because Africa isn’t a land. It’s not a country. It’s a gigantic subcontinent of Eurasia, about 2/3 the size of Asia. It contains 54 countries. Imagine saying, “Europe is my homeland,” or, “South America is my homeland.”

Second, the ghetto guy has never been to Africa. His African ancestors all came here by 1808, when slave importation ended and the blacks who sold whites (and blacks) his ancestors lost a lot of customers.

He is as American as I am. He would have no idea what to do if he were dropped in any country in Africa, and if my African wife is to be believed, he would be considered more or less white, because Africans tend to lump black and white Americans together. She says Kenyans consider the Obamas white.

Third, and this is the funny part, the kid doing the interview said, “It’s a plane ride away.” The ghetto guy was middle-aged, he was complaining that Africa was his homeland and he had been torn from it, and he had never bought a plane ticket and gone home.

A ticket from New York to, say, Lagos can be had for under $900, and that’s round-trip. A real African trying to get back to his homeland would fly one way, at a cost of under $500. Flights are around 13 hours long, so you could leave in the evening, sleep on the plane, and wake up relatively fresh to be welcomed and called white by your amused Nigerian brothers.

Anyone can come up with $500, especially in New York, where you can steal from stores without interference. Empty a few shelves at CVS, sell the products on the street in front of the store, and you’re off to Mother Africa in a couple of days. This is, literally, a workable plan.

Or, just to spitball, you could get a job.

If you want to make a liar with a parasitic attitude angry, just say, “You’re not a victim.” It enrages them. I used to say it to my sister. Her head nearly blew off her shoulders and flew around the room like a balloon. I was dynamiting the foundation of her ethos.

They find it as infuriating as any conventional insult. You don’t have to mention their mothers. You don’t have to criticize their looks. Just say, “You’re not a victim.”

Is it a good idea to say it? Well, yes, most of the time. Unless it puts you in danger. Deflating lies is good and necessary.

Say, “You’re not a victim, and you cause all your problems.” The response will amaze you. Before you do it, make provision for your safety.

I say it to myself all the time. It’s very helpful. I recommend it.

My head hasn’t flown off yet.

When you tell a BLM-minded racist he’s not a victim, or that he can be back in his dream country tomorrow, you are destroying his reason for living and his main source of leverage.

You’re giving yourself white privilege forgiveness. Leftists love debt forgiveness, right?

Here we are, two native-born Americans. One of us can spray racist lies all he wants, on every platform imaginable. He won’t be censored; he’ll probably be promoted by algorithms, and he may be paid. The other can’t even say ChatGPT claims Trump wasn’t shot.

It sort of sounds like I’m claiming to be a victim.

I do say I am mistreated, but I don’t think mistreatment from others is the source of all my problems. God showed me how to get on top of things back in the 1980’s, but I moved away from him and stopped applying his advice. My life would have gotten better a long, long time ago had I listened to him. So yes, I am treated very badly, but things are going extremely well for me anyway, and I believe they would have gone well for me much sooner had I done what was right.

What about my childhood? Okay, I was a victim then. I suppose. I couldn’t be held responsible for much at that stage. Even so, I believe there are children who are close to God and live blessed lives in spite of being surrounded by enemies.

God says he prepares a table before me in the presence of my enemies. That’s more than good enough.

By the symmetry of the supernatural, he must also prepare curses and misery for my enemies in my presence. That is clearly happening. Look at the disgusting lives they lead. Then they go to hell.

“A thousand shall fall at thy side, and ten thousand by thy right hand, but it shall not come nigh thee. Only with thine eyes shalt thou behold and see the reward of the wicked.”

I had a funny revelation today about this Onlyfans/BLM/Antifa world we now live in.

I say “Onlyfans” because we now face sexual temptation unlike anything in Western history. It is nothing short of amazing. One example: our neighbors are porn creators now. Think your son’s algebra teacher is attractive? You may be able to see more of her.

Our female celebrities are sluttier than ever. Really awful.

I now think that when I am in the right company, and I discuss women who are heavily involved in sexual temptation, I should use the term “dirty whores.” I plan to use it in my own mind, at the very least.

It sounds pretty bad, but it serves a purpose. Many women are out there normalizing whoredom. We’ve gotten used to them. We even let them into our social circles, and we interact with them a lot like we interact with decent women. They’re not the same.

“Dirty whore” is a slap in the face that brings you back to reality. She’s funny, she’s smart, she seems nice…oh, wait. She’s a dirty whore. She’s a trap. She’s going to hell before long. She destroys blessings.

Now when I see someone like Beyonce or Kim Kardashian on the web, I’ll remember to think this to myself: “dirty whore.” I might have legal problems if I said it or wrote it openly in front of the wrong people, because the women in question might not satisfy the legal definition of “whore,” but I can say it to myself and with friends. Look at those dirty whores.

Very, very helpful. It will help me see useless women as they are, and it will surely improve my opinion of decent women.

I also feel I should use the term “son of Satan” to describe useless men, for the same reasons. “Dave Chappelle is really funny.” Yes, but he’s a son of Satan. Don’t let yourself feel a kinship. “I enjoy Stevie Ray Vaughan’s music.” Son of Satan. Let him go. Throw your CD’s out.

I don’t know a lot of sons of Satan personally these days, but I do know at least one person I should think of as a dirty whore. Someone I like. Can’t be helped. Yeshua said it was better to cut your own hand off than to take it with you to hell.

Would Yeshua agree with me about harsh language? The fake gay Buddhist vegan version of him leftists have invented would not, but what about the real one who gave Moses the law and burned Sodom?

He called the religious authorities of his time–the equivalents of popes and televangelists–sons of Satan. I don’t recall him calling anyone a whore in the New Testament, but his spirit wrote the Old Testament, and “whore” appears in it a lot.

I added “dirty” to give it a little more punch in my silent musings.

Yeshua wouldn’t let whores and pimps tithe or give offerings.

What about using these terms to the people you’re applying them to?

Female hypocrites can benefit a lot from being called whores. When people let you slide all your life, you don’t correct yourself. A word of correction from someone bold and truthful can wake you out of your trance.

I think sons of Satan are less likely to be shocked and concerned when they are confronted.

I belonged to two churches that let pregnant single sluts sing and dance on their stages. Those girls needed correction, not glory. If they church failed to help them, who was supposed to step in? They are probably worse now than ever, and their fatherless children are probably doomed.

The point of using harsh words isn’t to hurt people’s feelings needlessly or to feed self-righteousness. It’s to restore perspective. The truth is important.

I say extremely harsh things to myself, to help me to be humble and honest. If it helps me, it should help others who are not too proud to receive it. Not that I plan to go around using harsh terms to people’s faces. It’s mainly an internal thing.

In any case, I’m glad to know Trump wasn’t shot. I was fooled there for a while.

We Yearn to Breathe Free

My wife and I had a good day yesterday, not that this is unusual.

We had an anniversary recently, and we had problems finding her a good gift, so I decided we needed to go to the big city. We succeeded in getting the gift, and she also got to eat at the Cheesecake Factory, where she would happily take up residence if they would let her.

We also visited an African grocery run by Nigerians. I thought maybe they would have a lot of interesting food I would want to try, but it was pretty bad. The store did not smell good, it was run-down, and they sold things I didn’t know were edible. Potato leaves, for example.

The web suggests “potato leaves” are really sweet potato leaves. That would make more sense. The potato is a member of the nightshade family, and you’re not supposed to eat nightshade leaves.

I was glad we managed to get her things she liked. I thought about her good fortune. She used to bathe in a bucket, and here she was, buying nice things at upscale malls and living in a big house will all sorts of appliances, not to mention air conditioning and a power grid that almost never fails (sorry, California).

I asked her if she was glad she was in America, and she surprised me by saying she wasn’t. She said she only preferred America to Zambia because I was here.

In Zambia, she lived with two other women in a cheap apartment. She had to wash her clothes by hand. She had no car because an ex-boyfriend had taken hers. The power went on and off constantly. She had to buy used goods from China. But she prefers Zambia to America. Why?

One reason is that she was raised in Zambia. The other reason, however, is that America is insane.

In Zambia, men in dresses aren’t holding antisemitic protests outside Jewish businesses. Perversion flags are rare. Homosexual marriage is not legal. Zambians don’t riot. Wokeism isn’t a threat. Political censorship is not much of a problem. Christianity is in their constitution.

Here, we are preparing for a civil war because leftists have become cruel and oppressive. That’s not happening in Zambia.

Her preference actually makes some sense.

Zambia has other problems. Drunkenness is out of control. Paganism does great harm. Corruption is severe. The economy is always disastrous. According to my wife, Zambians are lazy, so things are not likely to improve. Still, apocalyptic violence will probably be much less severe there than it will be (is) here.

Zambians don’t hate each other the way Americans do.

Am I saying I would consider moving to Zambia? Sure. If things got bad enough here, and Zambia looked better. I want to survive like everyone else. I don’t want to spend my days shooting and burying black-clad trespassers who want to punish my family for the crime of existing.

I really, really don’t want to move to Africa, but what if we have no choice?

To leftists, the existence of everyone else is a capital offense. We have seen them try to cleanse the world with rifles. They did it in places like China and Cambodia, to name two examples. Many here have praised Trump’s failed assassin. They’re always waiting to be released on better people so they can destroy them and take what they have. After they get what they have, they destroy that, too, because leftist traits, not social inequities, are what made poor leftists poor.

Alan Dershowitz just did a podcast in which he expressed dismay over an anti-Jewishness protest.

Dershowitz loves admiration and being associated with celebrities, so he lives in Martha’s Vineyard. As we all know, Martha’s Vineyard is a rich leftist enclave where wealthy socialist hypocrites pat each other on the back all day.

Unbelievably, Martha’s Vineyard has a Chabad branch. Chabad is an ultra-Orthodox Jewish organization. Maybe they’re in the Vineyard so they can milk guilt-ridden Jewish celebrities for cash. I very much doubt a significant percentage of Martha’s Vineyard Jewish residents have any interest in giving up sin and pepperoni pizza.

Chabad is not affiliated with Israel or the IDF.

Chabad held a sort of festival of Jewish culture. Music, food, and so on. Dershowitz says antisemitic Democrats showed up in a mob and protested. As he noted, they were protesting Jewishness itself. The organization and the event had nothing to do with the war in Gaza.

Democrats showed up to accuse Jews of the crime of being Jewish.

If your crime is being Jewish, what is the appropriate punishment? Let me be more obvious: what is the final solution?

What is your defense? There isn’t one. You can become a kapo, though. You can join those who persecute your people and postpone your own destruction. Many Jews are doing this. Many did it under the Greeks and Romans.

You don’t know about the protest because you don’t watch his Youtube channel. It should have been on the national news, but as a Babylon Bee character has said, hating Jews is cool now. That is literally true. Our press is about 90% leftist, and leftists crave admiration. To get excited about the problem of antisemitism is to break with the cool kids. Coverage could also bring disrepute on the Democratic Party, and no one in the press wants that to happen.

The thing that puts a knot in one’s stomach is knowing Dershowitz will complain and admonish and then vote for Kamala Harris anyway. American Jews will continue assisting their persecutors and persecuting their friends.

Americans in general are starting to behave the same way. Notice how we give privilege to hostile military-age immigrants from Muslim countries, China, and Latin American nations that are not friendly.

I keep wondering if I’ve given Dershowitz too much credit. He’s supposed to be brilliant, but I haven’t seen him say anything really clever, and I’ve seen him say things that would appear to indicate that he is not brilliant, even for a lawyer. His analysis of the Baldwin manslaughter case was very poor.

Law is not that hard. Law professors are smarter than most professors, but not a whole lot smarter. They are not in the same lofty stratum as STEM people. You can be a Supreme Court justice and be substantially less bright than a state college professor of electrical engineering.

America is turning into something resembling Nazi Germany or Soviet Russia, so I understand why my wife would want to live somewhere else. You wouldn’t think a poverty-stricken African nation would tempt anyone, but these are strange times.

I wonder if Christian countries in Africa would accept Jewish and Christian refugees from America. Maybe they would. They need money and educated people with skills.

I used to think I might be called upon to shelter Jews. I now think that would be impossible, because you can’t hide anything in modern America. I no longer consider it a serious possibility.

Now I think a foreign country may have to shelter me.

Here is a funny fact no one ever talks about: good people want to get away from bad people, but bad people want to be with good people.

When you judge two parties that don’t get along, the one that wants nothing to do with the other is usually right, and the one that wants to force the other to stay close is usually evil.

The other day, I was thinking about my health, and I wondered if something I experienced could be a symptom of cancer. My reflexive response was to think, “Maybe I can get out of this place!”, meaning the world. That was the very first thing I thought of. Remarkable. This is not new. Whenever I read that a person has died, I can’t help thinking, “Good for him!”

Then I thought about my family and regretted it, because I would be abandoning them. I also thought about the suffering cancer patients go through. Then I thought about cancer patients who didn’t suffer all that badly. A year or so on painkillers, a sudden downturn, and then off they go. Worse than growing old and feeble and being tormented by leftists? No. That’s a chilling realization. Millions of people leftists have abused, both dead and living, would have preferred cancer and death.

I actually had these thoughts. As much as I enjoy life, I can’t feel enthusiastic about a future in this sick, twisted country.

Shredded Tweets

I am once again not on Twitter.

I tried Twitter for a few days because I thought Elon Musk might be serious about making it a Youtube alternative, but he is not serious, and Twitter was a bad experience. Video sites have to be set up a certain way, and Musk has not yet chosen to set Twitter up correctly. Also, the content on Twitter was largely infantile, not to mention plagiaristic.

I think God showed me a few things.

If you want to use Twitter, first of all, you should pray first. You probably should not be on Twitter.

Once you’re on Twitter, you have to be proactive, not reactive.

Based on what I saw, Twitter is designed–I mean intentionally–to be irritating. It forced me to pick people and things to show up in my feed, and then, instead, it fed me content which was almost certainly selected to provoke me. Biden’s account. Harris’s. Chris Hayes. Jon Favreau.

I saw nearly nothing of the topics I had selected.

For a while, I thought this was all I would ever get. I muted and muted and muted, and the same garbage kept popping up. Eventually, I found that if I scrolled down about a mile, Twitter ran out of anger clickbait and started showing me better things. It still was not great, though.

If you look at the trash Twitter puts at the top of your feed, after a few minutes, you’re angry. You feel like posting rebuttals to the libels and lies.

I had good intentions when I signed up. I thought I could post helpful things, including revelation. I got absorbed in a reactive mindset, however. I felt myself getting pulled into the undignified squabbling. Fortunately, I didn’t get into any arguments. I was not there long enough, and Twitter didn’t promote my posts.

Yes, Twitter does have censorship. If you pay them, they promote the things you say. How is that censorship? Simple. If you promote one group without promoting others, you’re censoring the people you don’t promote. You’re not silencing them, but you might as well be, because nearly no one will see what they write.

Twitter should not accept money to promote posts, except for obvious ads that don’t advance a point of view. It’s fine to promote a post for a brand of breakfast cereal, but they shouldn’t promote argumentative ads.

Back in the 1950’s, radio hosts were imprisoned for accepting secret bribes to play some records more than others. Elon Musk and his team should think about this when they accept secret bribes to promote Twitter accounts. Bribery is still wrong, especially when it pays for censorship.

If you think you have something to say on Twitter, don’t read other people’s posts much. There is not much of anything worth reading. You really have to search to find anything remotely helpful. Just write whatever you want and let it sink or swim.

It’s best not to argue with stupid and biased people. When you do that, you become like them, as Proverbs warns. You can’t change their minds, but you can damage yourself.

“But it’s wrong to refuse to defend what you say!” No, it’s not. Where is that written? “It’s wrong to refuse to consider other people’s views!” Not always. Twitter is full of patent idiocy, and besides, by the time you’re an adult, you should have a considerable number of unshakeable beliefs. If you stay open-minded about absolutely everything your entire life, it doesn’t make you mature and reasonable. It makes you lost and unreliable. You will never be sure of anything, and no one will be able to trust you.

So if you take the approach I’m outlining, who are you like? Yeshua.

If you read the gospels, you will see that Yeshua did not let other people run conversations. He said whatever he wanted. He did not respond to every question people posed. Often, when they tried to corner him with questions, he said things that were not responsive. He spoke of other things that were more useful.

Boxers call this fighting your own fight. You don’t let your opponent decide what kind of fight you will have. You tailor your actions to your best advantage. You do what you’re good at.

If Yeshua were on Twitter today, leftist trolls would treat him the way they treat everyone else. “SOURCE? SOURCE?” They’d make digressive accusations hoping to change the subjects. They’d deliberately misconstrue what he said in order to make him look bad.

A long time ago, God told me I was not in the least bit responsible for the way other people took things I said. If I offended people with the truth, it was their fault, not mine. If I gave them information that could save them from hell, and I didn’t do it in a soothing, unctuous way, I wasn’t responsible if hell was where they ended up.

I don’t have an obligation to get tied down in arguments with stupid people, letting them lie, accuse, misconstrue, and repeat themselves, responding to every idiotic thing they say. I have an obligation to speak the truth, but after a reasonable effort, I can do whatever I want.

If you are usually reactive and not proactive, what are you? A follower. Yeshua created us to be leaders, like him. It’s funny that a person who subscribes to other people’s Twitter posts is called a follower. It’s Biblically accurate.

If you really hear the Holy Spirit, you will get a lot of revelation, and revelation is true. It’s not something to “toss out there for discussion.” Other people’s opinions aren’t helpful. They are degenerate and harmful. The Talmud is full of opinions, like the opinion that Yeshua is in hell, boiling in excrement and semen. Catholics are of the opinion that it’s good to pray to dead people.

There are no opinions in heaven. There is only the truth. This is one of the most excellent things about heaven. When you get there, there will be no protestors and no lies to debunk.

Yeshua is the Prince of Peace. You can’t have peace without agreement.

If I say the Hulk is better than Superman, that’s an opinion, and it’s no better than your opinion. If God tells Jonah the Ninevites need to repent or be destroyed, it’s not suitable matter for discussion. It’s the truth. No one has the right to argue.

I think New York style pizza is better than Chicago style. Reasonable minds may differ. I can’t say I have authority. If I say you need to pray in tongues every day, I speak by revelation, so your contrary opinion has no value, and I have no obligation to listen to it or publish it in a comment.

If I were to go back to Twitter, I would avoid following people.

Once you get revelation, you will be wary of spending too much time with other Christians, because only a small fraction of them will be able to receive what you tell them. This is why Yeshua died with 11 disciples, after teaching thousands. It’s why he had to get away from the disciples frequently. They were better than most, but they were not on his level. He had to be with the Father in order to be refreshed and empowered.

The Christians I saw on Twitter were generally horrible. A lot of accounts are just click farms, trying to make money. Other people fight and call names. I learned two names: “dispy” and “Calvy.” A dispy believes time is divided into eras, or “dispensations,” in which God deals with the human race differently. They believe in the Messianic Age, for example. A Calvy is a Calvinist. I have some vague ideas about what Calvinists believe, but I don’t care enough to look it up so I can explain it here.

Apparently, Calvies and dispies don’t get along.

I saw people in various factions, fighting about doctrine, ridiculing their opponents. They referred to scholars and preachers to give their opinions authority. It was tiresome.

We are all supposed to hear from the Holy Spirit, not from John MacArthur, the Pope, and Joyce Meyer. If, after a year of salvation, you are still depending on Kenneth Copeland’s books, or Augustine’s, for information about God, you are missing out and filling your mind with damaging lies.

Apparently the Schofield reference Bible is controversial. I barely know what it is. People get really heated up discussing it.

Yeshua was uneducated, and so were the 11 disciples. Somehow, we still give Hellenist scholars like Thomas Aquinas, as well as other arrogant academics who never healed or prophesied, more respect than we give our neighbors who listen to the Holy Spirit.

It seems to me that engaging with Twitter Christians is a big waste of my time. They already know everything, but nearly all of them are wrong.

More and more, as a resident of Earth, I have the feeling that I’m watching people brawl, through bulletproof glass in a nuthouse. I just don’t know what I can do for them.

I can always intercede and give, and I try to put useful things on my blog, but that’s about it.

The Republican convention has not been encouraging. We’ve had a whore, a pagan who prays to unclean spirits and has nominal Christians join her, a socialist union official, and Hulk Hogan, a professional geek who made his money in a televised sideshow.

A geek is a person who does revolting or sensational things on a carnival midway. That’s professional wrestling. Profane, juvenile, lowbrow entertainment that corrupts kids and fuels the steroid industry.

Hogan isn’t even respected by other geeks. He is hated by many of his peers because he ratted them out to Vince McMahon when they tried to organize and negotiate with the WWE. He pretended to be their friend while he was doing this. He has a reputation as a backstabber. He took steroids all of his adult life and lied about it. When he was investigated, he snitched on Vince McMahon.

Part of his fame comes from a nude video in which he had sex with a friend’s wife. His birth name isn’t even Hogan, and he plagiarized “Hulk” from a comic book. His birth name is Terry Bollea. What does he have to do with conservatism? They could have had Curtis Sliwa or Nick Sandmann. Somebody respectable.

I understand that not every speaker will be a war hero or a missionary, but they could do better. I guess this is the Trump family influence.

Anyway, I’m off Twitter.

Twitter Still Stuck in 5th Grade

Youtube is memory-holing a lot of firearm channels this summer.

The term “memory hole” comes from 1984. The protagonist, Winston, worked for a censorship and revisionism agency called the Ministry of Truth. In his job, he had to get rid of documents the government did not like, and in order to destroy them, he dropped them into the memory hole, which was a tube that led to an incinerator.

Like the ministry, it had an ironic name, because it was really the forgetfulness hole. Things went into it to be forgotten, not remembered.

Interestingly, one of the worst punishments of days gone by was the oubliette. The name comes from oublier, the French word for “forget.” An oubliette was a cavity with one small opening. An oppressor would lower someone he didn’t like through the opening and then forget him. I don’t know how they got food and water in and feces and urine out.

Oubliettes are also called dungeons.

According to Wikipedia, which has to be right sometimes, it is believed that some structures now called oubliettes are actually old cisterns which have been mislabeled in an effort to wow tourists. That’s interesting, because the word says Jeremiah was thrown into a cistern. It makes more sense to me now.

The practice of putting things and people into holes in order to erase their memory explains hell, which is literally a hole where God puts people the rest of us will eventually forget. One of the worst curses in Judaism is to have your name and memory forgotten. Orthodox Jews call Yeshua “YESHU” because it’s an initialism for “May his name and memory be blotted out forever” in Hebrew.

A friend of my wife’s just had a dream. He was in Israel, a place he has never visited. He was in a golden city. Other people were arriving. They knew they were being prepared for a wonderful event. Everyone was happy. They were walking around looking at all the beautiful objects. A Muslim family showed up, and they were highly distressed because they had to leave. The friend worries about his mother and sister, who are not good Christians. In the dream, they were not with him, and he could not remember them.

He’s Zambian, but is family comes from India, from Hindu stock. His mother and sister are not real Christians. His mother likes keeping Hindu artefacts around,, thinking they will benefit the family. That’s idolatry.

The dream was consistent with beliefs about heaven and the rapture. In the rapture, people are called away to heaven, and the event they are summoned for is the wedding of Yeshua.

The left belongs to Satan, and it is working hard, not just to punish its enemies, but to silence them and erase their memory from the world. And Youtube’s channel-deletion campaign is part of it.

Get used to it. It will get worse.

Youtube has gone after a popular gun channel in which an old man from Tennessee shoots various guns in his backyard. He’s popular, so various businesses supply him with ammunition and guns, and he recommends them. Somehow, this violates Youtube’s new policies, retroactively.

One of the neat things about modern leftists is that you can’t save yourself by obeying them in the present and future. They make new rules and apply them ex post facto so you become guilty in the present even if you were in originally in compliance or you repented before the rules were made. Repenting after the rules are made is generally pointless. There is no forgiveness.

Youtube is controlled by arrogant, deluded, willfully stupid, cruel young socialists and pagans who have no principles and no empathy, so Youtube keeps getting worse. The noose tightens more and more.

I use Youtube because you can still get away with a lot there; you can say a lot of controversial things that are true without being banned or having your videos deleted. This is especially true if their shadowbanning has minimized your viewer base. They go after big Youtubers first. I’ve had videos deleted, but not many. I’m a tiny fish there.

When I saw that they were going to delete 2,700 of the gun guy’s videos going back about a decade and a half, I thought about X. Elon Musk claims he wants to make it competitive with Youtube.

Every so often, I check X out to see if I should use it. I delete my account over and over, so you would think I would be done with it, but with Musk’s video aspirations in mind, I decided to check it out one more time.

Nothing has changed. The interface is nothing like Youtube’s. It’s not useful for finding videos. It’s cluttered with people screaming vitriol at each other on a 5th-grade level. It’s full of opportunists trying to get rich by accumulating followers. It’s jammed up with people saying exactly the same things over and over without attribution. It’s junior high with no teacher present to slam a ruler on his desk.

If they want video, they are going to have to replicate Youtube, just like Rumble did, only better, because Rumble is clumsy.

I guess I’ll delete my account again.

A lot of people “there” are losing their minds over Amber Rose and Harmeet Dhillon.

Rose is a slut who became famous by having sex with rappers and producing pornography. She sells pornography right now. She says she’s an atheist. She’s a founder of the slutwalk movement. She has no place in the GOP. But the RNC invited her anyway under the big tent theory. The idea is to keep lowering standards until just about everyone on Earth can be considered conservative. The obvious down side is that when you accept your enemies into your midst, you become like them.

This is obvious to intelligent people, but not to a big percentage of Republicans. The ones who want tight borders and low taxes but don’t care about God.

People are saying the kind of stupid things you would expect. They’re comparing Rose to Mary Magdalene, whom tradition says was a whore. They’re saying we should not judge people based on their past mistakes. Obviously (so tired of needing that word), any whore who ran around with Yeshua was a repentant whore whose mistakes were in her past, not her present. Amber Rose is still at it, hammer and tongs.

Other people are squawking over Harmeet Dhillon, a Sikh who prayed to an unclean spirit on the convention stage.

One side says, correctly, that pagans should not be leading prayers before a party that tries to connect itself to Christianity. The big tent side says we shouldn’t care about religion or, more ridiculously, that Dhillon’s false god is our God.

Obviously (he wrote, sighing), her false god is not our God. Calling someone “god” doesn’t make him the true God of Christianity. In order to be a Christian, you have to acknowledge that Yeshua is God. If Yeshua is not in there, you worship spirits other than God, and ultimately, Satan is your deity. You must accept the belief that you are filthy and unable to save yourself, and that Yeshua saved you by allowing himself to be tortured to death for you.

I don’t feel I should have to shoulder the burden of explaining this because it is so…wait for it…obvious. Read the Bible. Yeshua was (and is) the most intolerant man who ever lived. Not only did he have no tolerance for heathen religions; he called Jews who claimed to worship Yahweh, yet who refused to acknowledge him as well, sons of Satan.

Genesis says Yahweh is a jealous God. You can’t have Buddha and Yahweh. You can’t have Ra or Zeus and Yahweh. You can’t have yoga and Yahweh. You have to have Yahweh alone, and he manifests in the father, Yeshua, and the Holy Spirit. Yeshua made it plain that anyone who rejects him rejects Yahweh.

Dhillon honored a filthy spirit that hates God, and thousands of Christians bowed their ignorant heads and agreed with her in idolatry and blasphemy. In doing so, they invited curses on their party.

Conservatives and Christians aren’t the only ones having a spat. Hindus and Sikhs are now going at each other in tweets.

People say Dhillon has done great things for the GOP. Yes, that’s called infiltration. You infiltrate, you make yourself seem indispensable, and then you destroy. Homosexuals start churches for the same reason, whether they realize it or not. Satan uses them to sow discord among believers and bring acceptance of abomination into God’s living room.

Yoga is good for your back. It’s still idolatry. It’s unacceptable. Doing things for the GOP doesn’t make you a viable religious leader in a Christian environment.

The GOP spat at God by letting this heathen represent it.

Does this mean she shouldn’t be allowed to be in the party? No, because the party is not a religious organization. The sad fact is that man chose politicians over God a long time ago, so our political factions don’t belong to God. But when the GOP invited Dhillon to spread her filth at its convention, it entered the realm of religion. It should have stuck with Christians or had no prayer at all.

Is it fair to let Christians lead prayer while excluding others? I don’t care. What’s fair to man is filth and provocation to God.

There is no way to reconcile the secular mindset with the holy mindset. They can’t work together neatly. Secular people intrude on religion, and people who know God intrude on secular rule. I will always come down on the side of God. I don’t care if I offend people. Their false god is offended already. I offend and infuriate Satan just by existing. I can’t make things any worse.

If I don’t offend Satan, I offend God. That’s disastrous and evil.

I never wanted Vivek Ramaswamy in the White House, because he’s a Hindu. I would have picked him over a nominal Christian who is worse for the church, but he could never be my first choice among nominal Christians who are equally friendly to God’s children and Israel.

People claim Dhillon’s deity, Waheguru, is the same as Yahweh. No, he is not. If you don’t accept Yeshua, you have rejected Yahweh. Any god that is not the father of Yeshua is no god at all. The world is full of people who pray to “God” all the time yet hate Yeshua and work against his children.

Waheguru is genderless. God is male, from one end to the other. Yeshua is male. The Holy Spirit is male. Hindus call on Waheguru when they practice yoga.

There is no way to turn Waheguru into the God of Christians. Calling God genderless is a huge blasphemy, and expecting him to show up while you worship demons in a yoga studio is beyond absurd. Failing to acknowledge the crucifixion separates you from Yahweh.

By having this heathen pray to Satan before the convention, the GOP signaled a willingness to break with Yeshua. No surprise. The GOP is a carnal enterprise. It’s not a church.

I consider this yet another sign of the apocalypse. I will vote for Trump over Biden, but I am not gullible enough to think I belong to the party of God. There is no such party on Earth. I will cast my earthly vote for Caesar and my supernatural votes for Yeshua.

Twitter is a reminder of what the world has become. I don’t see my place in it. Maybe I will change my mind if Musk turns it into a workable video platform, but I don’t think I will.

1. Roll up Their Windows 2. Lock Their Doors

Very interesting story in the news. Fox and The New York Post have it. So do some other outlets. A dozen people claim they saw something they thought was a spaceship, hovering near a place called Red Rocks in Colorado, near Golden. Red Rocks is an outdoor amphitheatre which is relatively well known.

It was hovering somewhere above the trees. It was disk-shaped. It had three rows of what appeared to be windows, one above the other. It was hundreds of feet long. This is what they claim.

They say that when the stared at it, it appeared to react. It “tipped at an angle,” started to move, and then dissolved into invisibility.

Is it a reliable report? Probably not. It’s almost certainly a hoax. But a couple of big news organizations are taking it seriously, as of three days ago.

It’s certainly as credible as the leftist press’s Russian conspiracy nonsense and their false debunking of the Hunter Biden laptop and the Ashley Biden diary.

The report appeared on June 11, on a site called NUFORC. That stands for National UFO Reporting Center. “National” appears to mean nothing, since anyone can call their website “national” this or that. Here’s some language from the site: “The National UFO Reporting Center was founded in 1974 by noted UFO investigator Robert J. Gribble.”

Any relation to Dale Gribble from King of the Hill? He was a big conspiracy enthusiast. The pages I looked at did not say.

We now know that our government admits there have been sightings, some caught on video, that it can’t explain. Is it time to conclude there truly are real objects up there that violate the laws of physics as understood by human beings?

A while back, a family in Las Vegas told cops they saw huge bipedal beings wandering around in a backyard. At least one cop thought these people were serious. To make the story more convincing, a meteor lit up the sky during the event. Thing is, the meteor was seen in Las Vegas, but it was actually hundreds of miles away, so there is no reason to think it was related to the sighting. Except that it provided a good opportunity to make up a story.

It’s hard to believe a bunch of people saw aliens up close and didn’t take cell phone videos. We put photographs of all our meals on Facebook, but no one thought it was important to shoot creatures from outer space.

A kid who claims to be one of the Las Vegas witnesses has gotten 1.1 million views on Youtube, telling his story.

Why didn’t the people in Colorado take pictures? It takes about 5 seconds to get a phone out and start shooting. Time yourself and see.

The thing that interests me about the description of the UFO is that it reacted to observation and did so slowly. I saw this happen in my dad’s house, in 1987. I was sitting on the couch in the middle of the day, and while I did not see a spaceship, I saw a creature clinging to the wall in the upper corner of a room.

The creature was oval in shape, around 4 inches long. It was clear and colorless, like glass. Its only features were a border going around it and a line that cut across it at the northern end, toward the corner. It divided the creature into what seemed to be a body and a head. The body was about three times as long as the head.

It looked like a long theta with the bar closer to one end.

I could tell it was not in this physical universe. It was somewhere behind this universe, like a mouse under a rug in an old Tom and Jerry cartoon, except it was in a three-dimensional space that was somehow under the physical space we live in.

Like the spaceship in the Colorado story, it realized I could see it. At first, it was motionless, but after I turned and stared, it reacted. It drifted slowly off the wall, about a foot and a half into the room. It rotated counterclockwise so the head was pointing up. A line appeared down the middle of the body, like the line between a beetle’s wings.

Two wings peeled up from the body, started to spin around it, and spun so fast they appeared to be a motionless glass disk. The body that was revealed when the wings opened was sort of funnel-shaped.

The being started to rise. It didn’t rise straight up. It moved a little bit this way and a little bit that way. Maybe three inches off course in either direction, zig-zagging lazily. It started out maybe 10″ from the ceiling, and when it got to the ceiling, it passed through it.

It didn’t vanish like the ship in the story, but it did react when spotted and start to flee. It went through the ceiling, indicating it was not limited by the physics we know of. Human beings can’t make anything go through anything. Not one thing.

Why would it stick to a wall if it could pass through things? I don’t know. It could not have been held up by a physical wall, since it was able to go through them, unless it had some way of making the wall seem solid to itself.

You and I can’t lean on rays of light or feel the edges of shadows, but this thing seemed to be able to rest on a wall when it wanted to.

So what’s happening?

I don’t think there are aliens from other planets. The Fermi Paradox is too strong. There should be trillions of advanced civilizations out there right now if life develops randomly and Earth is not special. Trillions of others should have come and gone by now, leaving traces such as radio signals. We have never seen any indication that anyone is out there. But we have seen indications that other beings are here on Earth.

If the laws of physics permit intelligent beings to overcome the speed of light, which they probably do when they are understood well enough, then trillions of civilizations should be sending ships all over the place. Various intelligent species should have met by now.

If we are seeing real signs in the heavens now, I would say we must be seeing sights produced by angels and demons. We know they exist. They are not from other planets in the physical universe. They live in the space behind our space, without physical bodies.

So are we seeing the heavenly signs Yeshua told us would be omens of the apocalypse? I don’t see why not, given that the apocalypse has started. It would be strange if we were not seeing them.

It would be great to find out the end is here. I can’t wait to leave. I don’t want to be here for cataract surgery and incontinence, especially with a medical establishment that has moved to the extreme left. I don’t want to live in a world that is even more crowded than today’s. There are twice as many people here as I feel comfortable with. The newfound ability of Chinese people to become international tourists has shown me exactly how crowded the world is. They overrun places I used to love, ruining them for everyone else. I guess Indians will be next, although they are much more pleasant. The Chinese are amazing. They spit on the floor in restaurants and defecate in the flowerbeds at Disneyland Shanghai. There are signs there, in Chinese only, telling people not to drop a deuce in the bushes.

I dream of the day I hear the horn blow.

I was talking to my wife. She was telling me about her feelings about giving up on law and dropping out of her bar-study courses. This was back in Zambia. At first, she felt it was irresponsible. Friends told her it was a mistake. But when she did it, she felt the weight of the world fall of her shoulders, and she never missed what she left behind. Later on, God told her that if she had made a disastrous mistake, he would have told her.

Hearing her story made me think of my own situation. I have lost enthusiasm for practical things. I hate dealing with business, for example. There are home repairs I dread making. Often I feel like I’m going to regret not working harder. But now I ask myself: am I just feeling the end of my relationship with the unsaved world? My wife says God raptured me away from it. Is God just preparing us to get out?

Do I dare even think it? If I’m wrong…what a letdown. Worse than anything except the realization one has been condemned to hell. Hell is the worst, and Earth is number two. Thinking you’re about to be raptured and finding out you have 30 more years to go would be like thinking you’re being sent home from a bloody war and then being sent back to the front.

I know my attitude toward this place is right. Yeshua said, “He that loveth his life shall lose it; and he that hateth his life in this world shall keep it unto life eternal.” People like Joe Biden and Madonna are sick. For me, death will be a release from prison. For them, it’s a horrifying end to having their own way, having brainless people treat them like gods, and treating other people like props in a play.

On the one hand, my life and my wife’s life are very pleasant. On the other, I want out. I want to go home, to be among people who are like-minded. I am sick of death, suffering, temptation, and fighting. I feel like I’m going to be extremely traumatized the next time someone close to me dies. I am fed up with death.

Why do people want to live forever on Earth? The thought is horrible. More people and animals to love and then lose. More atrocities to witness. Less room as we multiply. The same types of unpleasant events, over and over, endured by one generation after another. The same experiences, millions of times. Imagine the boredom. Do you really think you would still be able to enjoy movies if you were 200 years old? You would have seen every possible story line 50 times.

I don’t want to be stuck here with disgraceful, infantile people who fight over garbage and excrement. The company would be unbearable. Like sharing an island with angry pigs, spewing dung on everything. It would be like moving back to Miami or New York.

I hope the stories are true. If I have to witness one more idiotic presidential election after 2024, I don’t know what I’ll do.

Senile Biden Proves Dementia-Denying Leftist Press, Politicians Have to Go

Ordinarily, I don’t watch presidential debates. They are held on a 5th-grade level, the dishonest leftist moderators always do their best to destroy conservatives, there is zero possibility I will vote for anyone other than a Republican, I acknowledge God, not politicians, as our only savior, and the whole business makes my stomach hurt.

My wife, however, feels differently, so last night I heard some of the presidential debate as she listened on her phone, and we ended up watching most of it. We would have been better off having a prayer session.

We all know what happened. Joe Biden was proven senile, beyond any conceivable effort to deny it. CNN, which disgraced itself even more than usual by agreeing to conditions which essentially held Trump down so Biden could kick him, posted this headline: “‘We are f***ed’: Democrats despair over Biden debate performance.”

Publishing that was trashy, and I’m sorry I repeat it here, but this is the world we live in now.

Biden unraveled. He was terrible. He lost like no other candidate has ever lost. Sometimes it was painful to watch. That being said, he did better than I expected. I’m still amazed he got through his first year.

People are saying Trump did well. He didn’t. He just looked great because he was debating a corpse. He exaggerated. He probably said things that could be lies or could be mistakes caused by lack of preparation. I didn’t catch any lies except the ones Biden told. He missed opportunities. He obviously didn’t prepare the way a good attorney would prepare for oral argument. Along with his opponent, he descended into childishess. But he won the debate because Biden was effectively his teammate. I guess he could have won without Joe’s help, but Joe made it effortless.

On the big picture, Trump was perfect. He keeps making it clear leftists are ruining America. That’s the big picture. Inescapably true. And he did a good job of reminding black people, repeatedly, that leftists had brought in millions of foreign lawbreakers to take their jobs. Unfortunately, most black people don’t watch debates. They get their news from gossip, Facebook, Tiktok, and black celebrities.

There is no point in going over the debate and dissecting it moment by moment. Everyone knows what happened. Go ahead and try to debunk it. The deeper you dig, the more you will realize you’re making it worse. There is no hope whatsoever of spinning this.

Most people think the big story is that Biden showed himself to be senile. It’s sad that they missed the real story, which is this: the people who control us–politicians and journalists–have been lying to us systematically since 2020, and many of them, this very morning, are repeating the same lies.

“Biden is strong and sharp behind the scenes.” “He only looks bad in videos because Republicans edit them and use AI to make them.” “The claim that his handlers limit his appearances to prevent people from seeing that he’s senile is a conspiracy theory.” The dumbest lie: “Trump is the one who is really senile.”

Trump is running a multibillion-dollar empire while running for president and beating the incumbent, while dealing with bogus felony trials ginned up by prosecutors who should be imprisoned. He gives unscripted speeches two hours long, over and over. He travels constantly, on a plane with adult-sized stairs, which, unlike Biden, he does not negotiate tentatively in special sneakers colored black so people will think they’re dress shoes. He sleeps 4 hours a night. He is most definitely not senile.

The truth means nothing to the dementia deniers. NOTHING. As long as they get socialism and perversion, they are willing to tell us absolutely any lie they think we will swallow.

In 2020, it was obvious Biden was demented. You can prove it to yourself right now. You can look at him in 2018 and 2020 videos and see the enormous change. Didn’t matter to the left. They lied and lied and lied. Now he can’t even find his way off a stage, and they are still lying. His wife had to help him off the debate stage last night.

They lie about Trump. They lie about coronavirus. They lie about illegals. They lie about perverts. They lie about inflation. You name it; they lie about it.

A while back, God told me this: “The truth has been lost.”

That’s not a small thing. It’s catastrophic. People who don’t know it’s catastrophic are ignorant. They don’t know the Bible.

Who is the truth? Yeshua. He is the way, the truth, and the life. If you abandon the truth, you abandon Yeshua. You can’t have him unless you love the truth.

I complain about homosexual behavior, pointing out that it is abomination. Guess what else is abomination? A lying tongue. A person who lies habitually is an abomination, just like a homosexual who lies back in a dark bathhouse with his legs open for strangers. Sodomy isn’t the only abomination. Check a concordance.

To have salvation, you have to have humility. A person who is proud can’t admit fault. If you can’t admit fault, you can’t repent. If you can’t repent, you can’t ask for forgiveness. Not sincerely. You can’t be improved. You will continue to rot, adding iniquity to iniquity.

This is why Yeshua says he’s the truth.

Journalists and politicians didn’t see anything new last night. They knew Biden was demented in 2020, but here they are today, pretending they just realized it.

And who saw it coming? I did. I said that if Biden didn’t collapse in office, leftists would suddenly “realize” he had dementia and try to coerce him to resign. Now you see it happening. It started last night before the debate was over.

They knew he was demented. They just assumed that with enough cheating, he would get through the debate. Now that the cheating–the conditions, venue, and, most likely, drugs–didn’t work, they are doing what I said they would do. They are pretending they just realized he has a problem.

They’re saying very stupid things. They’re saying they doubt he has the ability to make it another 4 years. Hello? He has been like this for 3-1/2 years already, in charge of our military, including nuclear weapons. He has gotten us into wars during that time. He will be president until January, unless they drag him out in a straitjacket. What is their excuse for subjecting us to this? They knew what they were doing.

I also said I didn’t think Biden would agree to withdraw. They love telling us he’s a warm, friendly, humble man. As though nobody were alive to see him during the last century. He was one of Washington’s most notorious and abrasive buffoons and liars. He had to abandon a presidential campaign because, as he admitted, he lied too much. He made a fool of himself in Supreme Court confirmation hearings.

He is vindictive. He is petty. His arrogance and self-worship are immeasurable. He raised traumatized, failed children because of his ambition. He’s not going to quit unless they find a very big crowbar. He worships at the altar of himself. He has no capacity whatsoever to admit fault.

They’ll have to threaten him with something in private. That’s the only way.

Problem is, the biggest threat is Donald Trump, who will pursue investigations into the Biden family’s obvious influence-peddling. If Biden isn’t president, who will protect the Bidens?

Dementia makes the arrogant and stubborn worse. Believe me, as the son of a dementia sufferer, I know. Arrogant people don’t admit they’re demented. They revile and even physically attack people who tell them the truth. These things are normal.

Enormous loads of lies are being piled on our heads by the left, all day, every day, and the right isn’t a whole lot better. Ordinary Americans are just as bad as their celebrity keepers. This is why the rapture has to come. The only effective vaccine that has come out during the last decade is the one that makes people immune to truth.

We’re not just a banana republic. We’re something worse. A banana republic that thinks it’s a great nation of laws and principles.

I try not to get absorbed in politics, but it’s difficult, because leftism is driven by hatred of God, and because of it, I live in a doomed, cursed country where I am persecuted. I’ll say this: I manage not to think of politicians as our deliverers.

I’m a theocrat and a monarchist. I go along with the current system because I have to. I won’t make a fool of myself by taking part in an armed insurrection, but give me a chance to vote for a religious monarchy, and I’ll do it.

I saw that Oklahoma is forcing schools to tell kids about the Bible and the Ten Commandments. I have no problem with it. If Florida had a referendum on a law banning mosques, I would vote for it. I don’t care about religious freedom, really. I care about freedom to practice Christianity and Messianic Judaism. I will vote against pagan religions every single time I get the chance, and I will always vote for people who promote Christianity.

There is a huge, ugly Hindu temple near me. I would love to see it bulldozed. I speak a curse to it when I drive by. When my wife and I went to Egypt, we saw idols ancient Christians had defaced. We thought it was great. We should finish the job. We should destroy every image, turn every temple into rubble, and build urinals on the remains. God used to do this to pagan sites.

Revile me. Say I’m against democracy. You’re right. Democracy is degenerate. Yeshua was murdered through voting. Jewish majorities killed the Jewish prophets. A majority rejected Moses. A majority rejected theocracy and chose mad king Saul. Give me my perfect king. Now.

A fallible king who promotes Christianity is much better than democracy. The one perfect king, who is also God, is best.

Last night we found out we have no real president and no hope of having one until January. Biden is playing roller derby on one skate, and Kamala Harris is, truly, quite stupid. Our republic is decapitated. Now our enemies have had it shoved in their faces by CNN. What will Putin, Kim Jong Un, Xi Jinping, and the Muslims do, now that they are certain we have no leader, and they face the prospect of fighting a real man in February? I’m sure they are chattering, trying to make quick decisions.

Whatever they do, the press and our leftists will help them with lies, executive action, crooked judges, and toxic legislation. Corrupted nations always fight their friends and assist their conquerors.

I hope Trump wins, but this world is still finished.

I guess now I’ll go read the articles that are popping up, calling Trump a liar and grossly exaggerating the problems with his performance. I will definitely see them as soon as I leave this site.

You don’t always have to be a prophet to predict the future.

Were they Sarcastic When they Coined the Term?

Coronavirus keeps getting more interesting.

Certain facts are now known and beyond dispute.

1. The evidence overwhelmingly points to a man-made virus released accidentally from a Wuhan lab. It’s not proven, because it’s unprovable, but our universities teach “facts” that have a lot less support.

2. The vaccines didn’t prevent nearly everyone on Earth from getting infected, so they weren’t very effective at slowing transmission.

3. The conventional vaccines cause dangerous blood clots in some people. Our medical establishment admits this and has placed restrictions on these vaccines.

4. The mRNA vaccines are associated with higher rates of myocarditis and pericarditis, which kill some people.

5. Masks work so poorly they are virtually useless.

6. Covid can’t produce serious health problems in the vast majority of human beings.

7. Covid is nearly risk-free for minors.

8. Fauci made up the oppressive social-distancing rules based on the general idea that the disease might spread more slowly if people stood farther apart. He did not have science to back him up.

9. Natural immunity is exactly the same as vaccine immunity, except for the lower risks of blood clots, myocarditis, and pericarditis.

10. Ivermectin, which was developed for humans, is harmless when the dosage is correct, even if you take it in veterinary form. The veterinary stuff is exactly the same, except it has edible goo added to it to make it taste better to horses. You can eat anything a horse can eat. Leftists told us it was only safe for animals.

There is a new vaccine coming because the establishment thinks a new variant is going to spread. The new vaccine is mRNA-based. I’m not taking it. Are you? I have done a lot of stupid things in my life, but I have never knowingly taken an mRNA vaccine.

People like Fauci would force us to take it if they could. He has been recorded talking about coercing people, so his position is not subject to reasonable debate. Given the problems with the existing vaccines and his reputation, it will not be possible to force us to take it. Thank goodness for that.

Even now, leftists are snotty and irrational about covid. I just had two leftists say insulting and ignorant things to me because I said I was going to skip the myocarditis this time around, meaning I would not take the new shot.

One of them questioned the heart-disease link as though it were an Infowars theory. That’s amazing. Go Google. The establishment itself openly admits the problem exists. How can anyone not have noticed? You really have to bury your head in the sand to miss things like this.

Another one suggested I was “spewing BS.”

I get it. You think capitalism is bad. You don’t like conservatives. You’re against people who believe the Bible because you think Christianity retards progress toward a man-made utopia. Why should that have anything to do with drawing conclusions about coronavirus? Where is the link?

Another guy, who was not snotty, said the risk of heart problems was lower than his risk of having problems with covid.

First of all, I question that. Just about everyone on Earth has had covid several times. If you’re going to have severe symptoms, you should know it by now. Second, I do not get severe symptoms. To me, covid is like a cold, with a few extra symptoms that don’t amount to big problems.

I had covid in 2021 when I went on a Nile cruise. I can’t prove it, but I had typical symptoms for covid. My wife and I pranced around the pyramids and demonic temples in the burning sun, in heat approaching 115°. I blew my nose a lot, but I was fine. Never slowed down. I had to slow down for her.

I had covid in Turkey. I had an hour or so of mild nausea, and I felt like I had a little cold. Then I was fine. Never stopped walking several miles a day.

My worst episode was my first, in early 2020. I had conjunctivitis in one eye. I threw up exactly 4 times and then stopped. I had diarrhea for a few hours. I had a mild sore throat. I had chills for one night, but they weren’t bad. I actually enjoyed it. I turned up the electric blanket.

What purpose will it serve if I get vaccinated again? I may risk dying from cardiac arrest. The vaccine will not prevent me from getting sick. If I get sick without the vaccine, I won’t be very ill. If I get sick after vaccination, it probably won’t be much different.

“You’ll be less likely to infect other people.”

You know what? If you’re one of the unfortunate people who get severe covid, you should stay home. I don’t mean social distancing. I mean quarantine. Nothing else will prevent you from catching the disease. The shots might reduce your symptoms, so go ahead and get them. But don’t tell me to risk my life for you, even if the risk is small. You WILL be exposed to covid over and over for the rest of your life, even if they vaccinate us every day, so grow up and take measures that work instead of living in a fantasy world where vaccines can save you.

Maybe the caregivers who slide food through the slot in your door should take shots. Maybe it will result in some small mitigation of risk.

It is possible to isolate yourself and others from a virus effectively if you’re serious. Maybe not if you’re a Wuhan scientist, but it’s possible for the rest of us.

Very few people who are actually allowed to walk around in public are going to take the new shots, so if you think it will decrease your exposure odds if I take them, you must be thick. If you and I are in the same Walmart, and there are 500 people there, and only 30 have been vaccinated, the figure might as well be zero.

I, quite literally, can do nothing whatsoever to help you. There is no way I can reduce your risk of dying or suffering permanent damage.

I still see people with masks sometimes. Not just fat old people, but thin young people. What’s the story? Do they have AIDS? Are they transplant recipients? Maybe they’re just unable to admit they’re wrong.

There are at least two Chinese restaurants near me with plastic curtains between the customers and staffs. I went to China and didn’t see that. I was in Hong Kong. Is it a mainland fad?

Leftists are much more afraid of death than Christians. This is one aspect of the problem. I see death as a ticket to heaven, where there will be no leftists. They have no idea what happens after death. They think prolonging life is as important a goal as there is. Except for babies and healthy depressed people who want doctors to kill them. Leftists fear death and love abortion and euthanasia. That’s weird.

Leftists are terrified of their own deaths but not yours.

I still remember a wonderful statistic from the pandemic hysteria. When polled as to how likely covid was to kill an infected person, the average figure they gave was 40%. Can you imagine what the world would look like if that were true? Around three billion people would have disappeared by now. We’d all be rich, just like people who survived the Black Death.

They kept yammering that we should follow THE SCIENCE, which said the risk of death was way below 1%. How could they miss that?

I shouldn’t ask. Without cognitive dissonance, there could be no leftism. And leftists are heavily influenced by demons of delusion. They can believe nearly any absurdity.

Did I write “nearly”? I should correct that.

I listed facts above, but there is also anecdotal stuff out there.

When it comes to covid, leftists love to shout “anecdotal,” because they think it means “false.” Boy, is that crazy. If it weren’t for anecdotal data, most of modern medicine would not exist. Just about all known health problems began to be recognized because of rumors and stories, and many of history’s most important medicines became popular because people told each other they worked, without studies.

ANECDOTALLY, doctors are saying cancers among young people have increased a lot. Old-people cancers like colon cancer. We’re hearing about this at about the same time we’re hearing that the mRNA vaccines were contaminated in ways that could cause cancer.

ANECDOTALLY, we are hearing a lot of tales about young people who dropped dead. Athletes, especially. As though they had some kind of unusual heart problems rarely seen before 2020. Hmm.

Back when the leftist CCP was hiding coronavirus, evidence of the disease was strictly anecdotal in the West and much of China. It had to be anecdotal, because no one in the Chinese government or medical establishment was allowed to publish facts we now know to be true.

Why am I writing this? I’m yelling into a hole again. Screaming at fence posts. No one’s mind will be changed. Things won’t change in the least. Those who know I’m right already know, and the others are immune to correction.

I admit, reinforcing the truth in the minds of people who are resisting propaganda has value.

What a time we live in. We went through several years of the most amazing, flagrant, unopposed censorship in American history. People were fired from jobs unrelated to healthcare for questioning Fauci. The socials deleted our posts and banned us. A president coerced them to ramp it up, and there were no consequences. Doctors have had their credentials threatened.

Things have only improved slightly.

I can blog here and say anything, but Facebook reduces people like me to shooting blanks. You write a post, and then people tell you they can’t see it. Youtube still censors people. The more popular you are, the more they censor you. I’m unpopular, but my comments get deleted all the time, with no explanation at all. They don’t even tell me which comments they deleted.

We keep lumbering along like happy cows. Everything is okay as long as there is enough grass right in front of us. In 1784, patriotic mobs with fresh scars and stumps would have protested the First Amendment deniers and driven them from their jobs. They would have treated them the way modern First Amendment deniers treat rational people.

America is an apartheid state. No, it’s not as bad as the old South Africa, but conservatives and Christians are oppressed by leftists, who are privileged. They sue and prosecute our candidates and government officials unjustly. They imprison conservative rioters and reward leftists. They drove us out of the arts and journalism. They drove us out of academia. They get us fired from jobs. They ban and shadowban us, and they delete what we say on the web. All so they can promote Satanic foolishness and error without opposition.

I guess I’ve written enough. I pray for the rapture every day. Human beings are not going to fix the world. Voting won’t help much. Armed resistance is an unbelievably bad idea that would make us like our oppressors.

Whatever. I’m not taking any more shots I don’t trust. And my choice doesn’t make me more likely to die.

And Here I Thought $20 Hamburgers Were Bad

So my Ford Explorer is in the shop getting a $2500 water pump.

That’s best-case. It’s possible the water pump is bad because the timing chain system that drives it is bad. There is no sign the rest of the engine has problems other than being a Ford.

I will surely repeat a lot of things here, but off I go anyway.

Cars don’t really have water pumps. They have coolant pumps. No car uses plain water to cool its engine. But coolant pumps are called water pumps.

In the past, a water pump was a cheap part, and you could expect it to be on the front of your engine where it could be swapped by turning a few bolts and removing a couple of things. Even if you were a fool, you could do it in an afternoon.

There are good reasons for putting water pumps outside of engines. It makes them easy to replace. It also makes it impossible for them to shoot coolant into your engine where it will mix with oil and destroy the engine very quickly.

Ford and a couple of other companies, much like the ignorant children in every generation who reject time-tested wisdom and decide socialism is a smart new idea, have decided it’s best to put water pumps inside engines. This is like changing melanoma, which starts on the skin where you can see it quickly and have it treated relatively cheaply, so it appears first in the center of your brain.

Famous Youtube mechanic Scotty Kilmer says Ford had a very good reason for making their engines this way. It saves Ford money.

Well, that makes it okay, then.

Ford did some other brilliant things.

Ford made the water pumps inside Ford engines poorly so they were likely to fail early. It also designed them to be driven by timing chains. When timing chains go funny, they rattle around. This can make the water pumps fail even earlier.

My understanding is that when a pump fails, it means water is going out through the bearings, which should be sealed forever.

Ford came up with a genius solution to the problem. It did a recall, replaced all the affected motors, and redesigned the water pumps so they were harder to ruin.

No, it didn’t! Are you crazy?

Ford refused to recall anything, even after being sued in a class action. It chose not to change the pump design so new pumps that replaced ruined pumps would not fail. When you pay to have your old pump replaced, you’re buying a pump just like it. You might get 150,000 miles out of it. Or 10,000.

Ford also put two gaskets around the water pump cover. When the coolant breaks through the first gasket, it starts going out through a tiny hole between the gaskets. This hole is called a weep hole, because when coolant comes out, owners weep.

If you don’t know coolant is coming out of the weep hole, you keep driving, and soon the coolant wrecks the second gasket. Then coolant goes into your engine, and your engine falls apart. Scrap metal. Hence the phrase “Ford Exploder.”

In order to help owners find out when their coolant was leaking, Ford put the weep hole about three feet down a crack between the engine and the fender, in an area where it is impossible to see it.

If a lot of coolant comes out, you will see it under the car. If only a little comes out, you will have no idea unless you’re that 1% driver who opens the hood every day and checks his coolant level. Your engine can be totalled by a leak that never makes it to the garage floor.

You should be able to replace your own water pump on a Saturday for maybe $200. Dealerships quote figures more like $4500. That’s assuming the timing chain isn’t bad. Add maybe $500. Independent shops are cheaper because their customers are more intelligent.

There is, literally, no conceivable excuse for making a car this way. They can’t blame mileage or emission standards. They can’t blame safety standards. Ford is just incompetent.

If Ford is not incompetent, then Ford is evil, because it decided this plan was a good idea: create cars that need extremely expensive repairs other cars do not need. Then make money on the parts and repairs later.

The big problem with this plan is that people who have to have this repair stop buying Fords, because they can’t believe Ford is that dumb.

So if this is the plan, Ford is incompetent after all, but also evil.

I’m not too happy with this problem. Even if the timing chain is fine, I’m looking at about $3,000 in repairs and related expenses. That leaves me with the same setup that failed already.

Once the repair is done, I have to go and get multiple safety recalls fixed. On one car.

When I was a kid, I hated Fords. I had a great reason. My grandfather had a GM dealership. Later on, I realized that was silly, and I became open-minded. Since then, my family has bought a few Fords and GMS.

Let’s check their histories. To save space, I’ll just say that we had more than 10 GM cars, and not one major repair.

Let’s look at some Fords.

1985 Lincoln Town Car: trunk filled with rain
1991 Lincoln Town Car: caught on fire
1994 Ford Explorer: tranny failed, 4WD refused to engage, heating system failed very expensively, two wheel bearings failed
2003 Ford Thunderbird: ignition coil failed because all 8 were put in depressions that filled with rain, AC failed and started blowing very hot air, took nearly a second to respond to the throttle (normal behavior for the model)
2016 Ford Explorer: AC failed, water pump failed, timing chain may be gone

I had the idea that Fords were okay even when I told my dad he should get the second Explorer. I hadn’t considered making a list like this. Had I done so, I think I would have pushed for something else.

Dementia had set in, but he was still in need of a vehicle. We had reached the point where I had to take him to doctors, getting in my truck was hard for him, and his other cars were in such bad shape they were not good enough to keep using. And he was still sharp enough for short errands. Or so I thought. He had to quit driving a few months after we got the new Explorer. He only drove it once.

He loved his first Explorer in spite of the problems, so I thought the car-buying process would go easier if we got another one. I should have pushed for a Toyota.

I think I’ll end up buying a new timing chain, because you know how it is with expensive repairs. “As long as you have it apart…”

Some time this week, I’ll have a running Ford with a warrantied repair. Do I want to keep it?

Tough call.

The car is really nice apart from the fact that it could blow up at any time. It’s comfortable. It has creature comforts even luxury cars didn’t have when I was in college. It holds a lot of junk. It has zero rust.

On the down side, other than the horrific engine, it has a very harsh ride. The road noise and wind noise are bad. The GPS is 100% useless. It can’t compare to the GPS from a 2005 Toyota.

We are using a rented Nissan Rogue right now because my Dodge has an electrical issue. This is a cheaper SUV, and it shows. Nonetheless, the ride is way better than the Explorer’s ride. It goes over the dips in our private road with no problems. When you hit small bumps in the Ford, it’s “BAM! BAM! BAM!”

It’s those stupid rapper rims. I think. Tires used to have nice, high sidewalls that absorbed bumps and protected rims. Not any more. Now the tires are an inch high. Everybody’s ride has been pimped. Ridiculous.

I have been thinking about ditching the Ford and getting a Toyota 4Runner. It’s an old design. It’s a real SUV, which means it’s a truck station wagon. A Toyota Tacoma with a hatch. The Ford is just a tall car. The 4Runner has a full frame. The Ford is unibody. Like most trucks, 4Runners have real tires and grown-up-style rims.

People say the 4Runner is not hard to work on. Also, repairs are less frequent and cheaper. It’s a little bigger than the Ford, so maybe the engine area is not so jammed up. The water pump is not inside the engine.

Toyota is a much better company than Ford, which is why Toyota is the world’s largest carmaker and Ford, the company that invented the assembly line and the once-ubiquitous Model T, is third in its home country. Behind Toyota. Toyota obsesses on quality. It’s a sickness. They constantly improve things. Because the 4Runner is old, they have had a lot of time to improve it. There are no surprises left.

My wife wants a Land Cruiser. This is a big SUV. In the past, it was kind of like an Expedition, except it was a good vehicle. It was absent from the US market for a couple of years. They just brought it back. It has a 4-cylinder engine with two turbos, and it’s a hybrid.

Good luck getting me to buy that. Sell it to Buck Rogers. It’s exactly what I’m trying to get away from, except made by a good company instead of Ford.

Also, it would probably cost $90,000, so no. And you can’t buy one used yet.

The complaints people make about the 4Runner actually make me want it more.

“It’s dated.” YESSSS. MORE!

“The interior is old-fashioned.” What does that even mean? To me, a 2000 interior seems just fine. I love the interior in my ’07 Ram. I was madly in love with the interiors of my dad’s ’80 Cadillac and ’85 Lincoln. Does it mean there’s no big screen TV next to the driver’s seat? Does it mean each kid can’t watch a separate godless Disney movie with a homosexual POC protagonist? Where is the problem?

Maybe women complain about the interior. Surely it’s not men.

“It gets bad mileage.” So does the Explorer. The 4Runner is about 2 mpg worse, but we don’t drive much. If, may God forbid it, one of us has to get a job, we’ll get a Prius or something.

If we get a used 4Runner, we’ll take a net hit of maybe $25,000, which is a lot. It will be about 7 years newer than the Toyota, though, and we should expect to get 230,000 miles out of it without any major surgeries. For me, that’s nearly 30 years of driving. That’s 250,000 minus the 20,000 I will accept from a used car. Cars will probably be banned before then, and I may be with Jesus.

The 4Runner is what men buy when they have had it. When they want the most bulletproof gasoline-powered modern car known to man. Also, Toyota supports old models with parts for a very long time.

I don’t know. Maybe I’ll just drive the Explorer into the dirt. It will probably be cheaper in the long run. I know I’ll be mad the next time I have to buy a water pump. With leftists on the rise, it will probably cost $10,000.

I believe my family’s involvement with Ford is coming to an end. It’s unfortunate that Americans can’t run a car company.

Life is Never Childproof

My wife and I have been talking about raising children.

One issue that came up was the nature of the property where we live. It’s mostly pasture and forest. I have a house and a workshop, and the rest of the property is full of things like nettles, poison ivy, blackberry briars, holes, and snakes. The house itself has no bedrooms for children on the first floor. We live on a private road that opens onto a two-lane highway with a 55-mph speed limit, so opportunities for riding a bike are not good, and the nearest house is probably 250 yards away.

I’m not sure what to do about the house.

We have two stairways. One is carpeted. The other is hard oak. If the kids live upstairs, what are we supposed to do to protect them?

When I was a kid, my grandparents had a two-story house. They moved into another two-story house when I was about 5. The second house had a set of steep concrete steps covered in thin, hard vinyl.

I never saw a baby gate until I was an adult. I don’t know if they existed. My grandparents had 8 grandchildren, and none of us ever fell down the steps or came close to it. Neither did my grandparents. Nobody did.

The cabinets had no childproofing. I used to play inside them. Whatever chemicals were in the house were available to all. The guns were not locked up.

I have never known anyone except me who had a poison scare as a child. I sampled some rat poison once, and nothing happened. They sent me home from the ER without doing anything for me.

I have never lived in a modern baby-safe house. I don’t even know what the rules are.

I have never known anyone who fell down the stairs as a child (or adult) and had an injury of any kind. Does that mean the concerns are overblown?

I don’t remember much of anything that happened before I was three. My dad bought a house when I was that age. It was one house over from a corner, and the street intersecting our street was somewhat busy. A block to the east, there was a big lot which was often flooded, and there were snakes.

My friends and I used to walk out the door early in the day and spend our time running around like wild Indians. We didn’t cross the busy street, but we could walk a block or two in the other direction, all by ourselves. No one cared. No one was afraid grown men would grab us and have sex with us.

We didn’t know what homosexuality was, and we didn’t know what sex was.

We built forts in the swamp area. We used to have wars. We would chase each other around and hit each other with sticks and branches. Houses went up sometimes, and we played on the construction sites. It was understood that the big sand piles were there for our amusement. I was probably in junior high before I realized people weren’t supposed to go onto other people’s property and play in their unfinished houses.

We played with what are now known as war toys. My parents got me a plastic machine gun and a plastic battleship. We always had cap pistols. I had boots and a cowboy hat. We played cowboys and Indians, and no one ever questioned the notion that the Indians were bad and had to be shot. Sorry about that. We learned from Hollywood, which is always a stupid idea.

No one I grew up with ever committed a gun crime. I did throw a knife at my sister when I was a kid, but most people would have done the same thing eventually. She was special. My gentle 103-pound mother went at her with both fists.

When I used to visit my grandparents, my grandfather would put his grandchildren in the back of a pickup and drive us around on mountain roads at up to 80 mph. We loved it. We never died. I was his favorite, and he used to let me “help” him on his farms. He would sit me on the fender of his tractor while he raked or mowed, and he would also let me steer. If I had fallen off the front of the fender, I would have gone under the rear tire.

We used to shoot together. I never had a lesson in gun safety. I think I was expected to be smart enough not to shoot anyone.

He taught my aunt to swim by throwing her in a river.

Kids were allowed to sit anywhere they wanted in cars. My father used to put me on his lap and let me steer. I sat in the front seat like other human beings. We had a station wagon, and I liked riding in “the very back,” next to the rear window. In sedans and coupes, there were “parcel shelves” against the rear windows. Flat places big enough for kids to lie down in. And we did. Sometimes we had to move the little air-freshener dogs with the bobbing heads.

There were no such things as baby seats.

When we got bicycles, we rode on the streets. There were no helmets. I knew one person who got hurt. He was a teenager who decided to ride down from the peak of Miami’s 79th Street Causeway bridge at top speed. He rode on a narrow sidewalk, and he lost control and hit a sign with his face. He ended up with dentures. A helmet wouldn’t have helped.

We didn’t wear knee or elbow pads. Sometimes we rode barefoot, which was really dumb. I tore half the nail off my big toe that way.

My elementary school was a mile from my house, and my junior high was half a mile farther away. I used to walk and ride to school. Not always, but sometimes. So did my friends. The whole time I lived in that area, I heard about one kid getting hit by a car.

It was bad. A teenaged girl with no license spread him out on the asphalt like chicken salad. There were big stains. We were told his brains were splattered. But the rest of us got by without school zones.

At phys. ed. class, we were told to climb ropes to the top, or maybe 15 feet, above hard-packed ground. I was the kid who could never figure out how to climb the rope, but others made it. At playgrounds, we had merry-go-rounds, and naturally, we got them going at top speed and jumped off. We had see-saws, and we used to do things like jumping off while the other kid was up in the air.

I was probably 10 when I got my first pocket knife, and I got my first rifle at 12. No one thought it was weird to let me have these things. My best friend was a year older, and he was shooting deer and antelope.

My parents thought it was okay to buy me slingshots. Two neighboring kids had bows.

On Halloween, we went out without adult supervision, even though our mothers worried about us and believed legends about razors and drugs in apples and candy.

We always threw the apples out anyway. It was so unfair; giving us fruit. We got really angry at people who gave us things they knew we didn’t like.

Today, it seems like very few kids participate in Halloween. It seems like it’s more of an adult holiday. Adults go to parties and get high and drunk, and as a female comedian said, the women only have one costume: “It’s a slut.”

“Sexy vampire.” “Sexy nurse.” “Sexy witch.” “Sexy Disney character.” “Sexy nun.” Plain old whore. That about covers it.

When kids go out now, they form little squads behind adults with flashlights, they go to a few houses on prearranged routes, where they only see the same parents they see all the time, and they go home. Halloween was never really dangerous, but this is where we are.

Halloween is a Satanic holiday. It’s huge with the witches. That’s the reason to stay home and dress normally. The razor blades and drugs are mythical.

If your parents let you did things leftists from up north thought were unsafe, or they slapped or spanked you, leftists could not do anything about it. There were no powerful agencies roaming around taking children away from old-fashioned parents. If your parents took you to the emergency room with bruises, the doctors never called anyone to interrogate you and have your kids carted off to scary facilities where bullying and sodomy took place.

It must be true that kids used to have more accidents. Surely modern practices have made some difference. I’m sure government intervention saves more kids from abuse than it used to. I guess kids are safer if they can’t leave their yards. But I think some of our measures are overprotective. The truth is that a healthy upbringing in which kids face some risks is valuable. Probably so valuable that it’s better to lose some kids than to turn the rest into helpless basket cases.

Some kids have no common sense. Some kids are smart but make stupid mistakes. These things will always be true. Bad things will always happen.

Here’s a problem: now that we have all these safety policies, even if they’re overreactions, if your child has a very rare accident because you didn’t adhere to modern nanny standards, you will be considered a bad parent. Your spouse may agree. Society is destroying fathers’ ability to do a very important job: toughening kids up. It’s siding with destructive female neuroses.

Disempowering fathers and enabling neurotic women are almost always disastrous.

When I think of the terrible ways in which my parents failed me, I never think about not having a bike helmet. I think about my dad choking my mother. I remember my parents making no effort to teach me good habits or help me succeed. They didn’t teach me to do homework. They didn’t make me do chores. They didn’t show me how to defend myself. They taught me nothing about investing. My mother didn’t teach me proper hygiene. I was not introduced to the Holy Spirit, who is the only source of safety and success. The guns, skateboards, knives, fireworks…not issues.

What do we do about the house? Do we sell it? Do we seal off the upstairs, hoping there won’t be a fire? Do we put cameras up there?

The yard is both good and bad. It’s a world of adventure for kids. On the other hand, the grass in this area is thin and awful, so you wouldn’t want to lie down on it or do much of anything not involving being upright. It has a fence and gate, and that’s good for safety, but getting to other kids will be impossible without vehicles.

The workshop might as well have been designed intentionally to put kids in the hospital. Table saw, band saw, tractor, lawnmower, sharp things, pointy things, hammers, chemicals, torches…send them in there when you get tired of feeding them, and you might get lucky. I guess locks can solve the problem.

What about cars? My Explorer is turning out to be a lemon by design, and it’s a horror to work on. Ford designed it so stupidly it is likely to need thousands of dollars’ worth of repairs even if I take care of it, so I’m thinking of getting a Toyota 4Runner. But the 4Runner isn’t THE safest car on the road. What if my kids get in an accident, and I didn’t buy them THE safest car?

The guns can be locked in a storage room, and of course, the key will have to be hidden, and not in a place the kids will find it, unlike most things parents hide. Every dad who ever hid a dirty magazine, and every mother who ever hid a device or outfit from a dirty boutique, should be aware that their kids found them. It happens.

What are we supposed to do about schooling? DeSantis has done a lot to help, but Florida schools are still dominated by leftist morons and affirmative action cases. They didn’t disappear when he was elected. They are burrowing and hiding, waiting for him to leave.

They will still try to groom our kids and, yes, turn them into homosexuals and phony, mutilated “transgenders.” They will still teach them that socialism is a great idea. It worked out so well in Cuba and Cambodia. They will teach them that rebellion is brilliant and that their elders, with all their wisdom, are silly imbeciles. They will still see our children–God’s children–as theirs.

Some day, this blog post may be seen as proof my children should be taken from me.

Homeschooling is a must. That or private schooling. What are the odds we’ll be able to find a good private school that acknowledges the Holy Spirit?

The kids won’t be able to walk past our private road. They won’t be able to ride bikes much of anywhere. The geography won’t permit a lot of wandering.

What do we do about phones? Thanks to Disney, Florida is a pedophile’s dream, so they flock here. You can’t turn a kid loose without some means of calling for help. But if you give them smartphones, they send each other naked pictures and videos, and they watch adult pornography. If you give them cheap phones, the other kids torment them.

We can’t protect them from society, which is now extremely filthy. They have to live on this planet. It’s not like it used to be. By the time they get to high school, they will know about sodomy, VD, pornography, and seductive causes that give them excuses to cultivate sadism, bigotry, and arrogance.

What do we do about the Internet?

It’s like we’ll be raising children in a building with walls, floors, fixtures, and furnishings smeared with excrement from diseased people, hoping they won’t get sick.

With regard to the physical dangers, we’ll have to make decisions about risk and accept the consequences. That’s all we can do. We can’t raise kids, especially effeminate boys, who can’t do anything but cry and operate phones and tablets with their stick arms and muscular thumbs.

I told my wife to expect our children to get cut, scraped, burned, and bruised. It’s not preventable. They will get sick sometimes. They will get scars. We live in a cursed world. If you don’t want your kids to suffer, have yourself sterilized. If you don’t want to risk losing children, don’t have them in the first place.

God risks it, and loses, every day. He loses most of the people he creates.

I have been concerned that I might love my children so much I smother them and stunt them. It will be hard, handing a kid a new pocket knife or even letting him ride a bicycle in public. It will be hard to let him associate with other kids without me, knowing about bullying and peer pressure, which is the voice of the antichrist. I have to remind myself that human beings like me ruined the world and made it an unsafe place, and now we have to live in it without hiding from it.

Regarding the spiritual dangers–the temptation and corruption–we will just have to stay close to God and do what we know to do. After that, we have to accept what happens. Short of joining a cult and moving to an isolated compound, I see no way to raise kids in anything resembling an acceptable environment.

This world is a rotten place, and it’s our fault. It’s disgusting and dangerous. Not really fit to live in. It’s getting worse rapidly. I wish we had somewhere else to go. But it’s either have kids here or die childless.

I hate this world. Having children will make me hate it more.

God created the world so he could reproduce, and he expects people to have children. We will play the ball as it lies, and we will rely on God, thanking him and never blaming him.

“I’m Sorry, Dave. I Can’t Let You Get Groceries”

A reader left a comment that got me thinking. Are cars today better or worse than they were in the 1970’s?

Cars are safer now. Can’t argue about that. The also have more gadgets, like USB ports for music, DVD players, devices to heat and cool seats, recordable seat positions, and so on.

Cars are also faster now. Teslas are not even worth discussing in terms of comparison, because they’re faster than many professional drag cars. They also have high top speeds. You can buy a gas SUV that will take you to 185 mph now, just like Joe Walsh’s Maserati.

Cars go around corners better now. No doubt about it. My run-of-the-mill SUV, which appeared on the market about 13 years ago, corners far better than the Z28 I drove in high school, or that year’s Corvette.

Many parts in modern cars last a lot longer than the corresponding parts in old cars. Some things are much easier to maintain.

Now for the bad things.

The paint on modern cars is eco-garbage. It WILL peel off after about 7 years in the Florida sun, even if you wax it, wash it, treat it with every conceivable maintenance chemical, and cover it with kisses every night. It can’t be repaired. You can either paint your car, at enormous expense, or live with it. At the very least, you have to paint a panel, and the painter will not match the paint correctly.

Paint used to be permanent. Now it’s a consumable, like a spark plug or tire. If your car gets a lot of sun, you can expect to spend thousands of dollars before you’re ready to sell the car. The cost is about like replacing an engine.

The paint on old cars had no clear coat, so it could not separate into two layers. It lasted as long as the cars. If it got damaged, you could repair the area of the damage. If it got dull, you could buff it back up to a high polish. It’s cheaper and much less dangerous to apply. The new stuff causes life-threatening chronic asthma that never goes away.

New cars are impossible for owners to repair, apart from the basics, and many mechanics lack the mental horsepower to get up to speed on them. When they are able to figure them out, the repairs can be incredibly expensive because of the complexity and the way cars are jammed full of parts intended solely to improve mileage and emissions. A repair that might require an hour in a ’67 Impala might require pulling the engine in a 2023 car.

Modern cars are cramped inside. People love to say modern cars are actually roomier, but it’s not true. You can literally jump into the backseat of a 1970 sedan. Try that in my Ford Explorer, and you’ll end up in the emergency room. People used to have sex in their cars. Not possible now. When I was a kid, I used to lie across the rear windows of my parents’ cars, in what was called the parcel shelf. That shelf doesn’t exist now.

Modern cars ride very badly. Young people have been convinced that European cars were always better, which is not true, and that one thing that made them better was their superior handling. Now we make cars that handle better than they need to, and the price is a harsh ride with lots and lots of noise.

We stick low-profile rapper tires on cars moms use to take their kids to school. Those tires can’t absorb bumps, and when they hit large bumps, they can fail to protect the rims, which can be permanently destroyed.

Do you need a car with fantastic handling? No, you really don’t. Not unless you want a sports car. A 1970 Sedan Deville will go right around any curve in America if you’re anywhere close to the speed limit. Isn’t that how you drive 98% of the time? When you’re going to get groceries on a curvy road with a speed limit of 45, you’re not going to try to fly around curves at 65.

I owned a sports car, and I can tell you this: the time I spent putting it to the test amounted to less than 1% of the time I was in it, but the time I spent dealing with the ride and noise amounted to 100%.

A good ride and low noise are much more valuable for most people than European-inspired handling.

We forget that Europeans built cars and roads the way they did because they were unsuccessful, not because they were smart. They built narrow, winding roads, and their cars were light because they could not afford a lot of steel or gas. If they could have built Cadillacs and nice, wide roads, they would have.

America used to have extreme economic superiority, back before we started losing God’s favor by promoting sexual sin and every other type of evil. Now rich Asians buy our farmland because we can’t match their bids.

Here’s an interesting question: do modern cars get better mileage? The answer is: sometimes.

You can get a subsidized Prius and barely ever visit a gas station. On the other hand, my normal family car probably gets 15 mpg. I haven’t checked, because I have no incentive. I have to buy gas, and I have to drive, so there is no point in measuring my mileage. It would be like measuring the price of water.

I accelerate normally, which means not like an old lady, which is what you have to do in order to get the published figure of 20 mpg combined. No one gets car company’s published figures. They’re a joke.

My gorgeous 1970 Buick Electra 225 convertible had a 455 in it. That’s 7.46 liters, or more than twice the volume of my present engine. It was rated at 370 horsepower and 510 foot-pounds of torque. You can have a somewhat slow car with 370 horses, but if the torque figure is 510, it’s another story.

That car got 17.5 miles per highway gallon, at 70 mph. I checked it.

My boring Ford has about a thousand economy-related advancements in it, but it’s still pretty close to a 1970 455 in a glorious barge that made women swoon.

In terms of pleasure, the Buick and the Ford are in different universes. I felt like a celebrity every time I drove the Buick. I loved driving with the top down, especially on clear nights. Every time I approached it as I walked back to it in a parking lot, my spirit lit up.

When I approach the Ford, I think, “There’s a nice practical car. Thank God I don’t have more problems with it.”

I miss that Buick every single day of my life. It still hurts me that I lost it.

If somebody out there made a car like a Sedan Deville today, with the same nice ride, the comfort, and the giant trunk, combined with air bags, crumple zones, and ABS, I would be sorely tempted to get one. I think there would be waiting lists to the moon and back.

I’m thinking I may get rid of the Explorer and get a Toyota 4runner. This is a truck-based SUV, whereas the Explorer is half car and half truck. A real truck has body-on-frame construction, which is superior. You can work on a 4runner, because there is room around the engine.

The 4runner is more like an old car because it is an old car. It debuted in 1984. Through its generations, Toyota has been extremely slow to make changes. As a result, it is one of the most trouble-free cars in existence. Nearly everything that could have gone bad went bad years ago, and Toyota fixed it. Toyota has an obsessive model-improvement program even Honda can’t match. It approaches mental illness.

People put the 4runner down, saying it’s like driving a truck. I have a truck, and I love driving it, except for parking. The 4runner has high-profile tires, so surely it can’t have that driving-on-the-rims feeling nearly all ordinary cars have. It’s about the same size as an Explorer, so parking would not be harder. The Explorer is wider than other cars, and width is the main thing that makes parking difficult. The 4runner is 2″ narrower.

The Explorer is 191″ long, and a 4runner is 198″ long. My old Camaro, a small car for the time, was 198″ long.

People say the 4runner has a truck-like interior. “Bonus,” I say. I don’t know why that would be a disadvantage. Maybe it bothers men who wear women’s underwear and have a hard time opening jars. My truck has a truck-like interior, and it’s great. More comfortable than the Ford.

To get back to my theme, cars all look like suppositories now. They look like mints that have been sucked on for a while. Parallel evolution dictated by socialist nuts has made them all look alike.

Modern cars spy on you. Not all, but some. And they are starting to incorporate gadgetry that allows them to be shut down by other people, remotely. Cars record private data about their owners, and manufacturers sell it without permission. In the near future, if the left gets its way, the government and the manufacturers (and random criminals, possibly including rapists and wife-beaters) will be able to shut your car’s engine off from a distance.

Old cars don’t have that problem. We’re talking about a fundamental threat to liberty. If there is a schism between the states, who will the carmakers side with? Not conservatives. Not Christians. People in red areas will have to pay hackers to hack-proof the vehicles they paid for.

I would say cars are fundamentally worse now, but the safety upgrades are huge blessings. There is no reason those upgrades could not be incorporated in a car that’s actually a pleasure to drive and work on.

Questionable car expert James May says he doesn’t like old cars. He loves to rattle on about all the ways in which modern cars are better. Thing is, he’s rich, and most of the cars he has driven were handed to him, in perfect condition, by manufacturers who worked on them beforehand to make sure they were as good as they could be. He got to abandon nearly all of them before anything bad could happen.

It’s very different when you have to drive a car for 10 years, you have to pay for every repair, and the manufacturer sees you as an orange to be run through the juicing machine and discarded.

If James May had to pay $4000 for a water pump or $12,000 for new paint, he wouldn’t care. That’s like you buying a new shoelace. If one of his cars has a problem, he makes a call, someone comes around to get the car, someone brings it back fixed, and an inconsequential charge appears on his American Express Plutonium Card. He never has to touch a wrench or his savings. And what are the odds any of his cars have expired warranties?

Also, he drives on horrible, shoulderless British roads originally designed by the Romans for carts pulled by pigs. A real American car would occupy two lanes.

May is a leftist, so he can’t possibly fear having his car controlled by the establishment. He is the establishment. He doesn’t realize he’s a fascist. If our government starts bricking the cars of people who don’t believe in global warming or reject bizarre “pronouns,” he’ll probably be thrilled. I’ll bet he would have supported bricking for people who didn’t wear face diapers.

Many young people have no idea what riding in a real luxury car is like. They will never know what they missed. My dad had a 1985 Town Car, which was one of the last true luxury cars made. It was like riding around in an expensive hotel room. I loved it. No kid raised on Accords and Camrys will ever know that feeling. They’ll never know how it feels to be riding in the backseat of a car and turn around to face the person beside them. Do that in an Explorer, and you’ll tear an ACL. Your head will face one way, and your feet another.

I admit, the smaller cars of the past were worse than today’s small cars. They were just as cramped, and they had none of the advantages of modern cars. I would rather have my Explorer than a like-new 1970 Camaro or Cutlass. Economy cars like Mavericks and Vegas were actually insulting to buyers. Economy cars were almost always ugly.

I think the carmakers made them repulsive to shame buyers into buying more-expensive vehicles. I doubt anyone ever drove home from a showroom in a Vega, full of a sensation of triumph.

Maybe immigrants from poor countries.

The pleasure of driving a nice, big, powerful American car with high sidewalls and no emissions control. One more thing I got to experience that today’s kids can only dream about.

Has Anyone Seen my 56 Million?

The other day, I was confused about some things somewhat-conservative actor Tom Selleck said, and I wrote about it. He lives on a 63-acre avocado farm in California, and at the age of 79, after a very successful acting career (for a conservative), he says he may have to sell his farm in order to finance a pleasant old age.

Thomas Magnum, the eighties pinup man, is 79. About as old as Biden. Can you believe it? He’s not in the same boat, though. Biden looks like his father or even grandfather. I wonder how old Higgins is. I’ll check. The actor who played him would be 91 today. Zeus and Apollo have been dead since no later than 1995.

I looked up his taxes, and I found out he pays about a thousand dollars per acre per year, which is bad, but not shocking. My dad’s home near Miami had a tax bill not far from half that high one year, and it’s a merely somewhat above average home on half an acre. Thank God that place is gone. What a horrible area. Living in that miserable place is bad enough, but then they force you to pay an amount equal to a living wage in exchange for the privilege of suffering. I can’t understand the people who bought that house.

I wondered how Selleck could be worried about his finances given the money he has made, the value of his property (about $12 million), and the fact that he will almost certainly die within 15 years. His kids are grown. Even a reverse mortgage should keep him up in fine style, and surely he has assets other than his home.

Well, someone in Hollywood got mad at Selleck and criticized him for complaining. This person says he was paid $56 million over the last 14 years for his work on a CBS series. Maybe I’m easily impressed, but that seems like a lot of money to me.

Unless he has a drug addiction or a gambling problem, he should have been able to pocket over $20 million, even in California, even after paying his agent. That’s just the last 14 years. Doesn’t include Magnum, P.I., his movies, or his ad work.

I don’t know, man. I’m starting to wonder about this guy.

Maybe he doesn’t realize he will be dead by 2040. He has already exceeded the average American life expectancy, and he is about 7″ above average height. Tall people don’t live as long as short people. If he can support himself for 15 years, he’s okay.

I remember telling my dad he needed to get professional help with his weight, and he would always say his grandfather lived to be 100. That was true, but his grandfather didn’t drink and weighed about 140 pounds. My dad started to lose it noticeably at about 82, and he died in assisted living when he was not far into his 88th year, at the age of 87. His older sister had the same grandfather, and she died at 84. She was huge.

My mother’s father didn’t think realistically about age, either. He rented a farm to a 68-year-old man with the provision that the man could stay as long as he lived. When he was questioned about this, he said, “That old man can’t live long.” My grandfather was 72.

I think I’m pretty realistic about being old. When I think about taking up a new pastime, I think, “I’ll be dead before I get anywhere with it.” I have thought about planting trees here, but barring the rapture, they will still be small and useless when I die. When I work in the yard and I get tired, I go in the house, leaving branches and leaves and whatever on the ground if I have to. I’m not going to die for yard work. Heat exhaustion is something old people can’t play with.

When I put heavy things on high shelves, I wonder if I’ll be strong enough to take them down if I ever need them. I take that into account.

Regarding Selleck, maybe he has spent a lot of money enjoying life. Maybe he has put millions in trust for his two grown kids, where he and his wife can’t get it. I certainly hope he has arranged for his kids to be rich without work. That’s what you’re supposed to do. You’re not supposed to stuff yourself like a turkey and then die poor.

If every generation in a family has to start with nothing, it’s a stupid family. Inheritance is supposed to help people not to have to have the same problems their ancestors did.

We don’t force new generations to come up with their own languages, writing, and science. We don’t burn all the books every 20 years. We treasure and protect these things and do our best to pass them on. No one ever says, proudly, “No one gave me electrical engineering and medicine. I figured it out for myself!” But fools love to say, “I’m a self-made man!” Like it’s great that their parents and ancestors were also fools.

Money is no different from other good things. It should be passed along, and so should the ability to make and handle money.

Inheritance is one of the big differences between advanced cultures and backward cultures that amounted to nothing. Africans and American Indians didn’t preserve knowledge through writing. They didn’t build things that lasted so their descendants could use them. They didn’t amass wealth and pass it on. They managed to go millennia without developing technology. As a result, they ended up living like cave men while people in other places had running water and calculus. They died from diseases that can be prevented by wearing shoes and boiling water. When advanced people showed up where they were, they were running around just about naked, and they didn’t have things like chairs. They were worse than children.

The wealthy people who didn’t have to work to get wealth make up a tiny percentage of Americans. That’s disgraceful. The grandchildren of most wealthy people have to build their own wealth, and many of them have nothing. If your grandchildren end up worse off than you, what was the purpose of making yourself rich? Was it just to make your own life better?

Americans are hypocrites. They really hate heirs, but nearly all of them want their children to be heirs. We love making fun of wealthy people who have problems, but we all want to be wealthy.

Wealth is good. It is completely good. It has no bad qualities. Christians have given it a bad name, and that’s ridiculous. Saying wealth is bad is like saying health is bad. Good looks are bad. Nice weather is bad. It’s idiotic. God himself says wealth is good. In the Bible, he promises it to people who please him. Would he reward people he likes with a curse? Of course not. Wealth is only a curse when you make it a curse. Your nature is the problem.

Giving heirs things is very good. Spoiling them is not. Two different things. Wealth can’t spoil anyone. We all know or know of rich heirs who are not spoiled, and prisons and poor ghettos are full of the most spoiled people in America.

I certainly hope the Sellecks have set their kids up.

What if he gave most of his earnings to charity, and he hasn’t said anything? That would be better than wasting it on yachting vacations, Hermes, and Balenciaga.

Looking around, I see the web says Selleck has had other homes. In 2016, he was featured in Architectural Digest, a magazine devoted to showcasing homes owned by extremely self-indulgent people with sick fringe values. The article says he had an 1800-square-foot apartment in Los Angeles, and he covered the walls with expensive paneling. He and his wife brought in very, very expensive professionals to fix the place up. They spared no expense.

They will never get that money back. Most of it is not an investment. Spending tons of money decorating a house generally will not pay off. The furniture will be removed, and the kind of people who buy fancy homes will want to remove a lot of what was done and replace it.

I fixed up a house and sold it, and it was a terrible idea. If I had sold it as-is, I would be a lot better off today. I sold another one with problems, and it was a much smarter decision. House flippers only make good money when they get good renovation work, cheap. Most of us aren’t in their shoes. Contractors generally treat their clients badly, costing them huge sums of money and wasting valuable months. If you want to live in a torn-up house and be your own general contractor, it’s different, but Tom Selleck wouldn’t do that.

In the article, he speaks lovingly of a table in the apartment, saying it used to be used for slaughtering pigs. If your grandfather made a table, I can understand why you would love it, but the pig story sounds exactly like what a designer would say in order to get you to make a sucker purchase.

“In this very chair, Vin Diesel read the script for Fast & Furious 6.”

Selleck lived in Hawaii for a long time. That’s expensive. Everything except pineapples and sand has to be brought in on boats or planes. I don’t know how many homes he had there, but one is pretty nice. The address is 4161 Akulikuli Terrace, in Honolulu. You can see a video of it below.

Does he still have the L.A. place? If so, he is paying the state serious money.

Even if, by some unforeseen fluke, I become extremely wealthy, I will never have a home in Architectural Digest, nor will I ever pay a decorator. I made a decision. I decided my home would be usable. We expect to have kids. We will have guests. I have a parrot. We can’t have really, really nice things, and I don’t want them anyway. Things have to serve me. I can’t stand serving things. If I can’t sit on a couch without taking a shower first, I don’t want it.

We will have pretty good furniture. We will make a pretty good effort to make the downstairs look pretty good. Upstairs, I have a fairly cheap couch and a recliner no woman would own, and only one of the beds has a headboard.

I have a Ford and a Dodge. Both were bought used. The newest one is 9 years old. I may replace the Ford with a Toyota because the Ford I have has a reputation for turning into a money pit after a certain number of miles, but if I buy a Toyota, it will be at least a year old.

I think we will continue to live very well by global standards, even without Selleck’s earning potential, and I don’t think we will have to move. If you have a nice house, good food, good medical care, and somewhat nice stuff, you are rich as far as I’m concerned.

It looks like Tom Selleck has spending problems, not money problems.

My grandfather may have been worth what Selleck is now, in terms of buying power, and he lived in a nice, comfortable house that was kept up perfectly. He drove Buicks from his car dealership, bought at cost. He wore his pickup trucks out. He got his clothes from department stores in Lexington, Kentucky. He didn’t have a wine cellar or a tennis court. I would guess he never flew first class in his life.

He didn’t worry that he might have to move out of his house. When his television went out, my grandmother told the people at the store to bring another one, dismissing their concerns about her ability to pay, saying, “We’ve got enough money to burn a wet mule.”

He was generous with other people. He helped his children when they didn’t deserve it or show him gratitude. He didn’t spend his money on decorators so he wouldn’t feel bad when shallow rich people showed up for expensive parties he never threw. He left some money and land behind when he died, and so did his wife.

I think he handled his money very well. He was probably the only person in Eastern Kentucky who subscribed to The Value Line, and read and understood it, in the 1950’s.

My dad bought a lot of real estate, and he did some investing. He could not match my grandfather, but he wasn’t like some of his partners, who had to spend every dime they got before they got it. He never talked about having to move out of his house, and he eventually became very concerned about making sure what he had went to me smoothly. He could have had a new Mercedes every year, but he chose to fund his future, and that of his descendants, instead.

Any couple that can’t find a way to live well until they die, on what must amount to at least $30 million, is doing something wrong. With that kind of wealth, you can take two very expensive vacations per year, wear excellent clothing, drive very nice cars, and live on an avocado farm. You should be able to get excellent help when you become feeble. I’m sure of it. Maybe you can’t have three or four mansions, and you might have to shop at normal malls sometimes, but lots of movie stars shop at malls that don’t have Neiman-Marcus or Bulgari.

Selleck will be dead by 2040. His wife will be dead by 2055, tops. They’ll both be fine if they show even below-average restraint.

Ostentation is sinful. Spending to be accepted by trashy rich people is wrong. It stirs up resentment among people who have less. It makes you think you’re better than you are. It lands you among empty, disgusting people. It sucks money away from better causes. You can have an incredibly cushy life without making a spectacle of yourself and spending in order to obey your insecurity.

Ostentation is partly aggression. It’s a way of insulting others. The Bible says that if you mock the poor, you insult God himself.

I just happened to run into an article about Antonio Brown, who was apparently an NFL player. The article says his career earnings were about $80 million. Wikipedia says he signed contracts amounting to well over $100 million, and that doesn’t include earnings off the field. Now his net worth is negative, and his earning potential is not much better.

He’s not a smart guy, so he can’t run out and get another high-paying job. Football was all he could do, at least for more than $20 an hour. It’s a horrific story. Imagine making $80 million in about 12 years, losing all of it, and then having to think about how long it would take to make that much money with your other abilities. In his case, it’s about 2000 years. That is the actual figure.

He’s a friend of Kanye West. West has a very shaky sports agency firm called Donda Sports, and Brown is the nominal president. Brown appears to be nearly illiterate, though, so it’s not clear whether he can actually perform any duties. Maybe West will pay him a lot anyway. But if he does, Brown will lose it. It won’t help.

I understand the desire to spend money on fun things, and I have certainly wasted money, but you have to have some sense of proportion. If your net worth is two million dollars, and the Lamborghini you want costs $1.5 million, it doesn’t mean you can afford it.

I can waste money, but I don’t understand insane spending.

Give me a billion dollars, and I’ll get my pickup truck fixed up really well, I’ll move to a nice rural property in Tennessee, and I’ll probably get some better heavy equipment, used. A bigger tractor and an excavator. I’ll have trouble-free appliances. If I travel long distances, I’ll definitely go business class, because long flights in coach are very unpleasant. I’ll get survival supplies and a generator. Nice stuff for the wife, but not too nice. Can’t think of much else.

Prime steaks more often. I would do that. Beef is a luxury in Biden’s world. I would probably get a lawn service. I would want an air-conditioned workshop for sure. That’s like $45,000. I’d quit buying all forms of insurance not required by law.

I really like the shoes and shorts I wear. I like Hanes T-shirts for about $3 each. I could see getting a good horsehide jacket not designed for motorcycling.

No boats. Been there. No planes. No vacation homes. Absolutely no club memberships. No jewelry for me. Jewelry on men is effeminate. No servants except maybe a maid to come in weekly. No ridiculous assistants to stand between me and commoners. No bodyguards. No entourage. No public giving of any kind. It’s ostentation.

I’ll tell you what. A comfortable home in Tennessee, all my bills paid, good food, good vehicles, zero concerns when buying things like tires and refrigerators…what else could you want?

Then I could invite Architectural Digest in to photograph my synthetic area rug from Lowe’s and the good downstairs recliner.

I’m not great with money, but I don’t see myself auctioning off private planes and gold chains to pay my creditors. I should be able to avoid getting a real job. I hope so. If I ever have to sell this farm, it will most likely be because I am too old to maintain it personally.

I hope I continue to improve, increasing my income and net worth while having the privilege of giving effectively to people who need help.

Dignity has its Price, and now we Have a Firm Quote

Candace Owens is smart. Candace Owens is fairly pretty. Candace Owens is thin. Candace Owens isn’t ghetto. She dresses and speaks like a lady.

And she’s conservative.

Kind of looks like these are the only things Ben Shapiro thought about when he took the Candace Owens bait and gave her a job.

Now she has turned out to be an enthusiastic consumer and repeater of absurd antisemitic libels. She has used the word “apartheid” to describe Israel. A nation that has Muslim MK’s and IDF generals. A nation that begged Muslims to stay in 1948.

It’s so stupid, I feel stupid “debunking” it. Is it “debunking” when you tell your three-year-old cartoons aren’t real?

I never accepted Candace Owens. I admit, I thought Ann Coulter was great until I learned more about her, but I was not dumb enough to fall for the Owens show.

The main thing I didn’t like was her secular approach. She has made uninformed, half-baked forays into the promotion of Christianity, but she’s a political person, and her answers to the world’s problems are political. The fundamental problems are supernatural, and so are the answers. She doesn’t know that yet and may never know it. Purely political solutions don’t work.

No solutions work, in the short term. The world is going to descend into chaos before things get better. Yeshua will have to come back to fix the world.

I was also put off by her obsession with angry argument. Gotcha, gotcha, gotcha. Sweet burn. Shutdown. That stuff is childish and doesn’t help anyone. I’ve done plenty of it myself. It was a mistake. She hasn’t learned that.

It’s also important not to get excited by recent converts. By that I mean converts to conservatism. Owens talks about her leftist past, which didn’t end all that long ago. People who were recently leftists tend to be unreliable conservatives, either because they’re lying to get money, or because they haven’t finished the process.

It’s interesting. If you’re black, you can get affirmative action as a conservative political commentator, by criticizing a philosophy that includes affirmative action.

Now we have some pretty hard evidence that Owens is a bit off. She has joined Minnect, an extremely peculiar company that sells phone time with minor celebrities. Other famous Minnecters: Sammy the Bull Gravano, Michael Franzese, and Chazz Palmintieri. It looks like they scoop up non-leftist people who are at least moderately famous but need money anyway.

If you use Minnect, you can talk to Candace Owens and get her advice or just shoot the breeze. Advice on what? Her resume seems to be full of puffery. CEO of this company no one has heard of. Founder of that media organization no one watches. A person who has really made a dent in this world will generally have a resume that makes it obvious. Founded Tesla, the Boring Company, and Starlink. Invented the automotive assembly line. Runs Berkshire Hathaway.

The impression I get is that her lifestyle is on one level, and her current income is on another, so she is willing to risk her reputation to bring in revenue.

How much revenue?

If Internet reports, including purported screenshots, are correct, she originally wanted at least $75,000 per chat. That would have bought you 15 minutes; the minimum. I’ll bet if I try, I can get 15 free minutes with Elon Musk in 60 days.

The reports say she started at $5,000 per minute and dropped to $1500. Now, you can talk to a mid-level political hustler in her mid-thirties for 15 minutes for only $22,500.

You can add time during the call. Oh, boy. Isn’t that how a peep show works? The girl takes off a few things and holds her hands over what you really want to see, and when the blind starts coming down, you know you have to pay up if you want what you came for. “I’ll tell you everything you want to know about my dust-up with Ben, but…oh, no! Your 15 minutes are almost up!”

I doubt it works that way, but I think it’s a certainty that at least some Minnect personalities have made a conscious decision to make calls last longer.

Back during the $5,000 period, her Minnect page supposedly said she had already had 7 chats. So she made $525,000 before anyone even knew what Minnect was.

No. That did not happen. Not unless her husband called 7 times and got refunded. No one on Earth is that stupid and rich. Taylor Swift? Beyonce? Okay; there are thousands of people who would pay that much to talk to them. Candace Owens? Only if she knows some unbelievably wealthy conservative donors who don’t like Jews.

It’s the tip jar principle. You work for tips, but people don’t like to tip people who do what you do. The answer is to take about $30 of your own money and put it in your tip jar. Then other people may feel more comfortable about tipping, because they think others have already done it. I don’t think Owens had a single paid call, and I don’t think any money was spent, but I do think the fake call count was created to fool potential customers.

If she were charging $500 per call, she would probably do okay for a couple of months. She would be busy. As it is, she just looks crazy, and that is not something she needs right now, because the apartheid stuff has already pushed her into the “possible crazy” category of minor celebrities.

It does not look respectable. It looks desperate, which it surely is. It looks tone-deaf. Whatever her brand is, it will be cheapened severely.

What can Candace Owens tell you that justifies paying her money? She’s not an attorney. She’s not a financial advisor. She’s not a therapist. She could give hair, makeup, and diet tips, because she clearly has those areas of her life under control.

I don’t get it.

Franzese is interesting. He’s a former mafioso who was imprisoned for years over an extremely profitable tax-skimming scheme. He may be the only intelligent person who has ever been in the mafia.

Like the fraternity system, the mafia is affirmative action for mediocre white people. It takes people with laborer abilities and puts them in mansions.

He says he’s a Christian now, and he has a popular Youtube channel, but he rarely mentions Christianity. He talks about his life in the disgraceful sewer of organized crime, and he seems proud of it. I have never heard him talk about the Holy Spirit or give people spiritual advice, and I’ve seen a bunch of his videos.

If you’re a serious Christian, and you’re in the public eye, you will talk about God a lot, because he will be the most exciting, interesting thing in your life.

I don’t know how legitimate Franzese’s conversion is, but his Minnect goals seem a lot less delusional. He expects $25 per minute. That should get him some traffic. That’s $375 for 15 minutes, which is a lot, but it’s not implausible.

He’s also more interesting than Owens. What are you going to ask her? I can’t think of anything. Franzese is different. You could try to get him to open up about Jimmy Hoffa or any of a number of famous unsolved crimes. You could ask him what John Gotti was like.

Maybe if you call on the right day, someone will whack Franzese on camera.

I wouldn’t spend $10 to talk to him, because I think bothering celebrities, even minor ones, is weird and creepy. I barely call people I know. I’ve asked for one autograph in my life, and my mother made me do it. I’m sure other people will call him.

Where does Owens go from here? She should have studied up on Israel before making baseless remarks, because now The Daily Wire is gone, and it’s not like she’s popular in the realm of media types who give people jobs. If she were, she would not be on Minnect.

If she had done a little research before speaking, she would have realized the things she has said about Israel were lies. I don’t think she would have spread lies on purpose.

If anyone is interested, I don’t have much wisdom to confer, either, and I’m obscure, but I’ll be happy to give 15 minutes of phone time to anyone who will Paypal me $50,000 in advance. That’s a huge discount from Candace Owens’s rate, and I promise not to say anything antisemitic.

When the Desire Cometh, it is a Tree of Life

I had an extraordinary experience today. A very good one.

I have lots of trees. They fall down a lot. I have to keep saws in order to deal with them.

When I first got here, a hurricane passed by at a distance, and even though we were not hit, we got winds high enough to knock over lots of large trees. This was about 23 days after my arrival. The previous owners left the property in great shape, and I only got to enjoy it for three weeks before Satan blew his nose all over it.

I had no saw, and after the storm, getting a saw was impossible. Not only were local stores cleaned out; because people had gotten used to Internet shopping, online retailers all over the US were cleaned out. One state did that. It’s a good lesson to remember.

One day not long after the storm, I had a near-miraculous experience. I was stubbornly Googling to find saws, and I found a Jonsered (red Husqvarna) 16″ 40cc saw advertised on Tractor Supply’s site, and it was at a store only 20 or so miles off. I bought it, thinking there was no way I would actually get it. I thought it had to be a website error, or maybe an employee would hide the saw and sell it to a friend or relative. Incredibly, when I went to the store the next day, the saw was there.

I managed to find a 20″ 60cc Echo CS590 online at Acme Tools, and I pounced. Once it arrived, I had two fairly good amateur-grade saws to get me through the job of fixing the property.

I didn’t know much about small engines. I didn’t know:

1. Modern gas is garbage, and that goes quadruple for ethanol gas. If you let ethanol gas sit in a small engine for even two months, you may clog your carburetor so badly it has to be disassembled and cleaned.

2. Sta-bil gas treatment, which is what most people use, is also garbage. It forms a thin protective layer atop gas in your tank, but if your tank ever moves, the layer breaks, and the protection stops until it forms again. Not knowing this, I used Sta-bil.

3. The most important thing to think of when you buy a small engine is the quality of the local repair apparatus. If you don’t have a good repair shop nearby to fix your gold-plated Stihl, you are much better off buying and scrapping three Poulans in a row.

I clogged up both my saws. More accurately, Democrats clogged them up, because they’re the idiots who force the ethanol scam on us, and they’re probably somehow responsible for the fact that even ethanol-free gas is not as stable as it used to be. I have no evidence to back that up, but I’ll bet it’s true, because the whole thing has that Democrat smell about it.

I fiddled with various solutions to the problem. I bought cheap Chinese replacement carburetors to get around cleaning the factory carbs. This sometimes worked well. I kept having problems, though, and around 16 months after I bought the saws, I took the Echo to authorized repair centers, and while they did manage to get it going, they took about three months. When I started using it, screws fell out of the case because they had not been tightened enough, and that cost me more time while I waited for new ones to arrive.

The saws have continued to have issues, and I am part of the problem. I let them sit more than I should have. The more problems I had, the more discouraged I was, so the less I tried to use them, and then I let them sit longer.

I bought an 18″ Makita cordless saw to fill in the gap. I have to say it’s wonderful. It has incredible torque, and it always, always, always runs. With 4 batteries, you can do the kind of job that would take you about two hours with a gas saw, as well or better than a gas saw. After that, you’re stuck with a dead saw, but that’s not so bad, because maybe 95% of cutting jobs involve less than two hours of work.

I’m not saying the saw will run for two hours on 4 batteries. It won’t. I’m saying it will do a job you can do in two hours with a gas saw. Most of the time, when you’re doing a job with a chainsaw, the saw isn’t running. You’re driving wedges or moving around or doing other things.

I have some trees that need work right now. Two oaks are hanging out over a neighboring property, and I have to get together with the people over there and move them. I haven’t been able to get either of my gas saws to work right. The Jonsered surges while idling, making the chain move and making the saw dangerous, and the Echo can’t be started no matter how many tricks I try. I got all sorts of expert advice which does no good.

I have really suffered with these saws. I’ve had jobs pile up on me. I have wrestled with these saws over and over in my shop, exhausting myself and getting filthy, never knowing when the next adjustment or change in procedure might make them work. It’s very unpleasant, walking out to the shop for the fifth time, after four failures to get results, not knowing whether this day will be any better.

I was willing to spend money. I was willing to work on the saws myself. It didn’t matter. I could not get anywhere. I felt that any American with a good net worth should be able to get a saw fixed easily and quickly, but it was an obstacle I could find no way around.

Every time I thought about the problem, I felt frustration. I felt hopeless. I marveled at the difficulty, and even though I was willing to pay for help, I marveled at the cost.

Mechanics now charge about a hundred bucks an hour, which is obscene, but they’re no better than they were when they charged 10 dollars. If you keep taking a $300 saw in, it can turn into a $900 saw before long. What if you buy a $900 saw to begin with, and it has fewer problems, so you save hundreds on mechanics? It starts to make sense after a few years of suffering.

I used to say I would never buy an expensive saw, but over the last week, I have had a change of heart. Getting my Echo saw repaired seemed impossible in this county, and I as getting nowhere fixing it myself. I didn’t want to take it back to the people who held it hostage in the past. I started to think it might be better to get a more powerful new saw, which I needed anyway, and treat it right from the outset. I could buy a brand with a good local repair shop and put my Echo problems behind me.

I tried to get advice on the web. I got some great advice and some stupid advice. People told me this Echo model is a dream saw which always starts reliably. Go Google it and see if you believe that. There are multiple videos of people who have struggled with this saw; they publish their solutions. Other people I communicated with offered solutions I already knew about, which did not work. Others, more helpfully, recommended certain saws to me.

I learned some stuff which may possibly be true.

There are two types of chainsaw: professional (logger and arborist) and bad (homeowner and farmer). An average homeowner can get years of satisfying use from a bad saw, but pros do not like them. They’re less durable, and they tend to be heavier for their size. Drop one from a tree, and you may have to scrap it. They have other shortcomings too.

There are three good brands of chainsaw in America, or maybe I should say manufacturers, since a manufacturer can have more than one brand. The manufacturers are Stihl, Husqvarna, and Shindaiwa (parent of Echo). Stihl and Husqvarna make the best pro saws. Shindaiwa/Echo makes some pro saws, and it also makes the CS590, which has pro guts in a homeowner-saw body. If you shop, you can get a CS590 for around $400. Add over $300 to that for a comparable Stihl or Husky with all-pro construction.

The CS590 is probably a fantastic bargain for people who use saws frequently, know how to prevent them from clogging, and have good repair shops close to them. For me, it was an orange plastic torture device most of the time. I did a lot of things wrong when I got my saw, making it worse, and I had no help.

Yesterday, I finally decided I should get a pro saw and then keep looking for places that could fix the Echo and the Jonsered. A new Echo place had opened up, so maybe there was hope for that saw. I would work it out so I had two big saws, at least one of which would most likely run on any given day.

Based on advice, I decided I wanted a saw with modern electronics in it to make it run better. Husqvarna and Stihl have saws that adjust themselves to deal with things like temperature and humidity. Pros tell me they work better than old-fashioned saws. Husqvarna’s system is called Autotune, and Stihl’s is called M-tronic.

There is a Stihl/Husqvarna dealer 5 minutes from me. I thought that would be a great choice. I would pick a model on the web, go in, ask them how quicky they did mechanical service, and get a price. If they made me happy, I would buy a saw.

I figured I wanted a Husqvarna 562XP or a Stihl MS362 C-M. Big enough to move a 25″ chain, which is exactly what I need.

I went to the nearby place. They were very nice, and they assured me they could turn small repair and maintenance problems around in a week or so, barring the need for hard-to-find parts.

On the other hand…

1. There were three guys there, and none of them knew much about chainsaws. They were not very familiar with the Stihl line. I had to Google and confirm stuff they said. One of them said I needed to visit when the “two-stroke guy” was there.

2. I’m pretty sure they represented a non-M-tronic MS362 as an M-tronic saw. I don’t think they knew it.

3. I asked what they could do regarding price, and they said “nothing.” Stihl sets the price, and you pay it. Over $900.

4. I mentioned Echo, and they said they wouldn’t let an Echo product come through the door. So much for getting my old saw worked on.

5. They’re a Husqvarna dealer, but they don’t sell Husqvarna saws.

In the parking lot, I looked up the next-nearest Husqvarna dealer, and I drove over. Same kind of place. Tractors, saws, zero-turns, and so on. There was one guy there, in a dirty shirt. Young. He worked on machinery, himself. He was the owner.

1. He knew everything about Husqvarna saws as well as Echos. He used to work in an Echo shop. I asked him all sorts of stuff about the 562XP on the wall, and he knew all about it. He knew all the known issues. He knew the best way to cope with the ethanol crisis. He told me stuff no one else had, and I have researched for years.

2. He said he could fix Echo products. No problem. He also does Jonsered, of course. He had a Husvarna 435 there, which is just like my ailing Jonsered. He can fix my bogging Echo trimmer.

3. I asked about the price, and he gave me a 15% discount which wasn’t officially supposed to kick in until later in the month. I asked about the warranty, and he said Husqvarna would add three years if I bought their gas.

4. He told me about the yearly stuff the new saw would need and about what it would cost.

When he told me about the discount, I was sold. He said I only needed to spend $28 on the gas, so I jumped on it. He registered me with Husqvarna. He took the saw, filled it, and checked it out.

I was looking at around $970 for the Stihl without M-tronic. I got the Husky, Autotune, the gas, and a 5-year warranty for about $840, and I finally had a place to get things repaired.

I’m going to bring my sick tools in and get them fixed. Then I’ll have three gas saws and one cordless, so it’s not likely I’ll end up with no saws that work.

When I left the store, I felt like I was high on heroin. The stress left my body completely. The misery of dealing with this saw with no help for 7 years was over. I can deal with the two trees I have to help move this week, and I can expect to have working saws from now on. I can get yard tools fixed.

I’m not doing the sensation justice. A stronghold was broken. It was a very big deal to me. I felt ecstatic. Euphoric. Peace enveloped me. I thought I could feel my blood pressure dropping.

This story shows how to sell saws, both for your own store and for the one your competitors run. The guys at the first saw did as much to sell me this Husqvarna as the guy who got the money. They tried, but I don’t think they’re all that good at sales. They seem like nice people, but the other guy completely outclassed them, like Tyson Fury boxing Kevin Hart.

I may be able to deduct this expense because I rent out my pasture. Sure hope so. I plan to start running every small engine I have, every Thursday, from now on. Once everything is working, I’m going to keep it going without a lot of down time.

That’s the end of my tale of struggle and frustration. Even now, I deflate, breathe out, and sink into my recliner when I think about how relieved I am.

It’s going to be amazing to see everything on the property working.

Biden Shuffles Closer to Fateful Red Line

Today I am looking at Zechariah.

In 586 BC, Yahweh got fed up with the Jewish people and sent them into exile. This was a punishment from God, not an unjust persecution of good people. The word makes that clear. Isaiah foretold the Babylonian captivity and the destruction of Jerusalem and the temple at least a hundreds years earlier, and he described God’s hatred for Jewish idolatry and disobedience.

Like the rest of us, the Jews have never had a common problem that wasn’t connected to rebellion. Antisemitism’s successes and the constant efforts to destroy Israel spring from the refusal to give up heresy and accept Yeshua, the only divine Jewish Messiah there will ever be.

If you read the Tanakh, you will see that Yahweh never let the Jewish people suffer great distress except when they were disobedient. Sadly for gentiles, we are judged the same way.

A few decades after Jerusalem was destroyed, the Persian emperor Cyrus, whom Isaiah named before he was born, gave his Jewish eunuch cupbearer, Nehemiah, permission to start rebuilding. Several years later, the temple opened for business under Darius, the emperor who replaced Cyrus.

The Jews persisted in idolatry and heresy and endured a series of conquerors until 70 AD, when the temple, which had been renovated by one of the Herods, was destroyed by the Romans under Titus. The Jews haven’t recovered. God scattered them all over the world, and most of them have not returned and have no plans to do so. Israel was barren and poor until Jews started returning during the 20th centure.

Jewish history says religious Jews in the temple observed the temple’s massive gate opening by itself prior to its destruction, and many people see this as evidence the presence of God had left. Also, the scarlet thread on the temple door, which had always turned white over Yom Kippur, failed to change color during the 40 years after the crufixion, suggesting that the Jews who ran the religious establishment had failed to acknowledge the final sacrifice; that of their Messiah.

This is pretty much what happened after Zechariah prophesied. In his prophecies, he talks of a day of the Lord, which will be preceded by terrible suffering. He talks about Israel being overrun and the women raped and so on.

These things have not yet happened, so they have to be future events.

Here is part of the chapter:

For I will gather all nations against Jerusalem to battle; and the city shall be taken, and the houses rifled, and the women ravished; and half of the city shall go forth into captivity, and the residue of the people shall not be cut off from the city.

Then shall the Lord go forth, and fight against those nations, as when he fought in the day of battle.

And his feet shall stand in that day upon the mount of Olives, which is before Jerusalem on the east, and the mount of Olives shall cleave in the midst thereof toward the east and toward the west, and there shall be a very great valley; and half of the mountain shall remove toward the north, and half of it toward the south.

This can’t be about Nebuchadnezzar. It can’t be about Titus. It can’t be about Hitler. The facts don’t match. It has not happened yet.

The first sentence appears to be in the works. It says God himself will gather all nations against Jerusalem to battle. There are a few nations which are relatively friendly to Israel, but the simple fact is that without the US, Israel would have no powerful friends among the nations. Once the US turns, as it started to do under Obama (some would say Bush II), it will be reasonable to say that just about all nations are against Jerusalem.

Jerusalem represents Israel. It has been the capital since 1980, and Donald Trump, the American Cyrus, gave it our official recognition when he was president.

Now Americans, including many Jews, are in the streets protesting not just Israel, but Jewish individuals with no connection to Israel. They chase and abuse Jewish college students with no repercussions. A bunch of antisemites just entered the US Capitol illegally to protest, and unlike the J6 victims, they were sent home without charges.

With the exception of many conservative Christian gentiles and most, but not all, Jews, Americans are generally not all that bothered by antisemitism. We have had one president who was openly against Israel, and most Jews voted for him anyway. Iran just fired rockets and sent drones to Israel, supposedly in self-defense, after Israel retaliated against Iran for arming terrorists in Palestine and Lebanon. Our current president had a phone call with Netanyahu, and instead of giving him a free hand to do as he saw fit, our president appears to have reined him in.

Israel is very dependent on us, so our presidents can push Israeli prime ministers around. If Israel were dependent on Yeshua, Israel, not the US, would be the premier nation of Earth, but that’s not how things have worked out.

America’s abstention is the main reason all nations are not against Israel, but America is not the stable ally it used to be. Can Zechariah 14 be that far off?

Biden may well be reelected because American women love abortion so much. They have shown they are willing to charge the polling places in feminine rebellion against God’s patriarchal universe. If Biden wins, he will probably have to bow out and leave Kamala Harris in charge very soon. Harris is even farther to the left than Biden, so a Harris reign would likely put the US in among the other nations that oppose Israel.

Jews will vote for Biden in November. If he can’t make it to the election, they will vote for Harris. If Harris dies suddenly before we vote, they will vote for a bowl of fruit salad as long as it’s the Democrat nominee.

Bill Maher, an atheist Jew, says he would vote for Biden’s head in a jar of blue liquid before he would vote for Trump, and he really means it. People think it’s just a joke, but Maher would literally vote for a cucumber or a radish and wait for the Democrats to find a replacement.

As a group, Jews always feed and support those who want to destroy them. This is the nature of rebellion against God. The 850 prophets of Baal who served Jezebel weren’t foreigners. They were Jews.

Zechariah 14 did not happen in the past, and it can’t be far off in the future. The modern Tower of Babel, which is technology coupled with paganism, is getting too powerful.

We are gaining godlike powers, and Satan uses them to fill us with pride and make us reject God. We’re not getting the big godlike powers, like the ability to work miracles at will, but we have hydrogen bombs, artificial intelligence, gain-of-function viruses and other abominations resulting from gene manipulation, and an astounding ability to do things with information.

We are creating beings that are part human and part animal. We are developing a surveillance apparatus so widespread, it is getting close to the point where it can eliminate free will.

You have to be careful when answering your phone now. Spammers use AI to record and steal voices. They can call your relatives pretending to be you and claiming you’ve been kidnapped. If you don’t answer the phone, they can do it using your Instagram videos. They can make videos of you doing whatever they want.

In Babel, God showed he was not willing to let people have too much supernatural power, so surely he will step in when our natural power becomes too great.

I am ready to leave. I don’t want to raise kids on this planet until God changes it.

Speaking of change, it’s coming. Zechariah mentioned the Messianic Age, also known as the Millennium. A better world is on the way. It will be here after the 7 years of tribulation, when Yeshua returns to rule with his bride.

In chapter 9, these words appear:

A message came from Adonai-Tzva’ot: “Adonai-Tzva’ot says, ‘I am extremely jealous on Tziyon’s behalf, and I am jealous for her with great fury.’ Adonai says, ‘I am returning to Tziyon, and I will live in Yerushalayim. Then Yerushalayim will be called Truth City, Adonai-Tzva’ot’s Mountain, the Mountain of the Holy One.

Adonai-Tzva’ot says, ‘Old men and old women will once again sit in the open places of Yerushalayim, each one with his cane in his hand, because of their great age. The city’s open places will also be full of boys and girls playing there.’

Adonai-Tzva’ot says, ‘This may seem amazing to the survivors in those days, but must it also seem amazing to me?’ says Adonai-Tzva’ot. Adonai-Tzva’ot says, ‘I will save my people from lands east and west; I will bring them back, and they will live in Yerushalayim. They will be my people; and I will be their God, with faithfulness and justice.’

This didn’t happen with Herzl, and it didn’t happen in 1948. There has been some restoration, but nothing like this. It’s in the future.

Most Jews are atheists or something close to it. They are not God’s people at the moment, even though they are precious to him.

I want to see things come to a head, not for vengeance on people who are against God and his children, but for the same reason I would want to see an actual boil come to a head, permitting it to be lanced. We can’t have the good until after we see the bad. I don’t want to see the world get more and more disgusting and unlivable for another 30 years. I would rather see the rapture and tribulation come right now, so we can finally move on and see the blessed world God always wanted us to have.

Some people want things to get worse so they can have a civil war and run around shooting everyone who annoys them. I just want to see humanity healed and restored. I want an end to hate and pride. I don’t want to be ruled and abused by perverts any more. I want to see ailments healed supernaturally so we don’t have to pay the latest generation of secular witch doctors to cut us up. I want to see an end to poverty.

The Iran attack makes this all feel much more real. If there is anything happening now that makes it look like the end is far off, I am not aware of it.