Ultimately, Puppets are Disposable

Provocation is a type of temptation. God told me that. I try to avoid getting angry with people now, but they are really good at provocation, so I do fail often.

Today I have a story about the son of a friend of mine. He’s a professional musician. He married a far-left vegan. She’s part black. Her mother abandoned her and her twin sister, and she was adopted by a white family. She was raised among white people. When she went to college, she was among blacks for the first time, and she complained that they scared her. Nonetheless, she has become a fervent race warrior, and her husband supports her. He told his dad he was terrified that cops in their sleepy New England area would pull her over and murder her.

Now she criticizes the white parents who rescued her.

The son and the wife are against Israel, naturally. My friend recently had a conversation with him, trying to debunk the antisemitic myths he spouted. He criticized Hamas to his son, pointing out that they took hostages and were still holding them.

His son defended Hamas, saying the hostages were the only weapons the Palestinians had.

My friend was pretty angry about this, understandably. I am angry at his son, too. He’s in his thirties. He’s a father. He has been to college. There is no excuse for his dangerous, hate-based bigotry.

Hostages have been tortured and killed. Palestinians have raped them over and over. One woman was raped anally until she bled a great deal, and after she was kidnapped, Palestinian freedom fighters cut her Achilles tendons so she couldn’t run away.

How can anyone say the kidnapping, torture, mutilation, and rape of Jews are justified? The man who defended Hamas has a wife and two daughters, and that makes it worse.

Let’s pretend Israel really is an occupying colonialist power. That wouldn’t justify rape and mutilation. If America is invaded, will you say it’s okay for us to kidnap, rape and mutilate enemy aliens?

The idea that Hamas needs this “weapon” is insane. Hamas has Iran backing it.

Atrocities will happen in any war, on both sides, but Hamas and its huge majority of Palestinian supporters perform atrocities daily, as standard operating procedure. The Jews do not promote or accept atrocities against their enemies. When Israelis commit atrocities, they are rare anomalies, and the guilty are punished. To Hamas, a person who commits atrocities is a hero.

I’m also not happy with Candace Owens, the self-promoting black conservative commentator who says she was raised to be a liberal and ended up having an awakening. Owens has turned out to be an antisemitic mental case. She started calling Israel, where Arabs can run for the office of prime minister, an apartheid state. Now she is claiming “Zionists” have a practice of murdering Christians over Passover.

The classic blood libel says Jews put sacrificed Christians and also put Christian blood in matzohs.

Some used the term “blood libel” to describe the belief that Jews caused the crucifixion of Yeshua, but this is a historical fact. Jews were not allowed to execute people, so they took Yeshua to the Romans, who determined that he was not guilty of any crime. They pushed Pontius Pilate to have him killed anyway, so they bear responsibility. On the other hand, Yeshua was and still is a Jew, he consented to the sacrifice, and all of his followers–people who are called saints today–were Jews. And the sacrificed was a good thing, because without it, there would be no way to avoid hell or the lake of fire.

Additionally, every Christian who accepts salvation takes responsibility for the crucifixion. You can’t benefit from a sacrifice unless you own it. So the whole business of calling Jews Christ-killers is ridiculous. It’s an excuse you gave yourself in order to enable yourself to go forward with your sick, irrational, preexisting hatred of Jews.

We are all Christ-killers.

Owens now claims a famous miscarriage of justice was actually justice itself.

In 1913, during Passover, a Jewish factory owner named Leo Frank was charged (along with some others) with the murder of an employee, Mary Phagan. There was evidence that she was also raped. The forensics were primitive, exculpatory evidence was apparently overlooked, and it is generally accepted that Frank had nothing to do with the crime. Nonetheless, he was convicted and sentenced to death. When his sentence was commuted to life, enraged locals stole him from prison and lynched him. He was pardoned posthumously in 1986, and no one has been charged with his murder, which was unquestionably a crime.

Somehow, a jury agreed that a wealthy Cornell-educated Jew raped and murdered a girl and then left her body to be found in the basement of his own business. He was smart enough to get through Cornell and build a big business, but it didn’t occur to him to hide the evidence of a capital crime.

Owens now states as fact that Frank raped and murdered innocent little Catholic Mary Phagan.

She also makes the weird claim that she condemns “Frankists,” not Jews as a whole.

I had to look Frankism up. It has nothing to do with Leo Frank. It was a cult led by a nut named Jacob Frank. He encouraged other Jews to violate Jewish law in order to become more like God. He practiced and encouraged ritual incest, for example. His cult is believed to have died out during the 19th century, and it was never a big deal.

I have not been able to uncover Owens’ argument for the continued existence of Frankists or the continuing murders of Christians by Frankists. If you can find any evidence that Frankists murdered Christians, you’re a better Googler than I.

Let’s be honest. Jews are human beings, and of course, there are bigots among them. I have heard more than one Jew use the N word.

There are plenty of Jews who hate gentiles. They do exist. I remember getting to know a man named Stan Cohen; he was elderly when I met him, and he is surely dead now. He was a Messianic. He told me some of his testimony. He said that when he was young, he really, really hated gentiles. Passionately. He changed when he accepted Yeshua. He can’t be the only gentile-hater who ever lived.

While there are surely many gentile-hating Jews in absolute numbers, in percentage terms, they are probably rare. I have known many Jews, I spent 4 months in Israel, I am a reasonably aware person who reads the news, and I just have not seen evidence of a widespread problem of anti-gentile sentiment.

The idea that there are a lot of Jews out there who hate Christians enough to sacrifice us is preposterous. And where are the bodies? Where are the convicted murderers? We’re in the majority. We have police. We would not tolerate an ongoing practice of sacrificing us to Satan. We would have uncovered it and put a stop to it. There would be evidence and documentation, and these things do not exist.

Owens is a bona fide lunatic. Antisemitism is pervasive among American blacks, and in all likelihood, she picked it up when she was a kid. If she really became conservative later, she must have failed to shed all the corrosive beliefs endemic to backward ghetto culture.

She is right in there with other prominent blacks who run around saying blacks are the real Jews and that actual Jews are Cossacks.

Owens has joined the cult of Catholicism. She wears a cross now. It appears she is pushing antisemitic myths in an effort to mobilize other Christians. That’s scary, because people like her will probably succeed.

We are in the apocalypse. Nearly everyone has rejected the Holy Spirit, and he is the only one who prevents and cures mental illness. Everyone who doesn’t know him lacks protection from demons that delude.

The word tells us a horseman–a spirit–will go out and incite murder. It has Candace Owens in its grip. Catholicism is polytheism, and it can trace its roots to Greek and African polytheism. Catholicism promotes the worship of numerous evil spirits disguised as saints, including the false Mary. It’s like the Greek religion, which encourages people to worship ridiculous false Gods. It’s like the Yoruba/Santeria/Obeah/Voodoo group of religions, which promote associating with dark spirits. It opens people to demonic inhabitation.

Catholics have a long history of abusing Jews. We have seen it during modern times. It hasn’t disappeared. It can get worse. It will.

I have learned that most Jews think “Christianity” means Catholicism. When they criticize Christianity, they often use arguments that seem bizarre to non-Catholics, because they apply to beliefs and practices we don’t know much about. If people like Owens manage to turn Catholics against Jews, more than they are already, it will only serve to convince Jews all Christians are dangerous.

Not helpful.

Interesting but digressive fact: Fox News is heavily influenced by Catholics. It’s easy to see it as a Christian-friendly organization, but it pushes Catholic content, and it has a history of putting Catholics in positions of prominence. O’Reilly. Hannity. Ingraham. Martha McCallum. Bret Baier. Roger Ailes attended mass weekly. There is no “evangelical” network, but there is a network for conservative papists.

I find it bizarre that we now live in a country where open antisemitism is tolerated as well as it is. Fifteen years ago, repercussions would have been quicker and harsher. Now we put up with a lot. On the left, antisemitism has literally become cool, and while people like Owens and Kanye West have taken hits, they aren’t ostracized the way they would have been a few years back.

It’s happening so quickly; it’s what I predicted. I said the Germans and Austrians were extremely civilized and accomplished people, yet in a short time, they went from accepting Jews to burning them. I said the same thing would happen again in the rest of the world. We are seeing it now. The predictions came from God, not me.

So what do you tell Jews? Trust Christians? That’s bad advice. Their only friends are Christians, but most Christians are not their friends. Jews are in a real pickle. They haven’t heard from God in 2000 years, and he is the only one who can give them victory and protection. To get to him, they have to go through Yeshua, and generally, they would sooner become Muslims.

Most Christians won’t be able to help them anyway, because Christians will also be attacked. Only the ones who are really close to God will have protection.

We live in a time where it is becoming increasingly apparent that only God can protect people. Governments and wealth will fail those who trust in them. It’s going to be very bad.

I’m very glad I will never have to say I was a Candace Owens fan. To me, she always seemed like an angry person who was obsessed with emotional argumentation. She said some things that were correct. You can’t be conservative and not be correct a lot. And she’s intelligent, like many other mental cases. But I always thought she was wasting her life. I thought she was arrogant and misguided. And she appeared to be in it largely for the money, like nearly all pundits.

When smart people believe idiotic lies, you know supernatural forces are at work. I don’t know how much crazier people can get, but I know we haven’t hit bottom yet.

Trading Alligators for Bears

My wife and I did something extraordinary last week. We went on a trip inside the United States.

We went to a bunch of weird countries while we were separated by the State Department, which was busy letting illegals into the US and watching daytime TV because employees were at home waiting for covid to go away. Until this month, however, we never visited another state.

We went to Gatlinburg, Tennessee. A place I loved as a child.

For those who don’t know, Gatlinburg is in the Smokies. The physical location is beautiful. It’s in a valley surrounded by mountains. To get to Gatlinburg, you have to travel scenic two-lane roads. The area is very nice. Appalachia isn’t as staggeringly beautiful as places like Switzerland and Utah, but it certainly beats the rest of the Eastern United States.

I don’t know when Gatlinburg became a tourist town. It happened before I was born. By the time my family started traveling between Florida and Kentucky to see relatives, everything was already established.

When I was a kid, it was considerably less tacky. It had a bunch of fun souvenir shops, including one called the Rebel Corner, which was decorated with huge Confederate flags. There was a place that made and sold candy. There were some okay restaurants. There were hotels built over the Little Pigeon River, which is really just a rocky creek. You could sit on your balcony or by your open window and listen to the soothing sound of the water.

There were trails and sights. I remember walking up Clingman’s Dome, a mountain nearly 7,000 feet high. My grandfather, the guy who taught me tact, was with us on the paved tourist path. He saw a man who looked like he checked in at about 350 shambling up the path with his own family, and he said, “It’s a good thing you’re not big and fat!”

Sometimes we saw bears. Back then, tourists did brilliant things like feeding them by hand through open car windows.

In those days, I enjoyed Gatlinburg and the nearby town of Cherokee, North Carolina, because to me, they were part of the experience of visiting Kentucky, which I wrongly thought was heaven on Earth.

Gatlinburg has gotten seedier with time. It’s a little trashy now. They used to have a tiny Ripley’s Believe it or Not museum, and now there is an array of Ripley’s attractions. They have a big saltwater aquarium where you can see sharks and sawfish. They’ve built a big concrete parking garage.

Watch the video below to see what Gatlinburg has turned into.

There are weird little attractions that don’t seem to make sense. One features a robotic horse in a dress, sitting out front to attract customers. We didn’t see the appeal.

Even though Gatlinburg is a somewhat downscale tourist town, we enjoyed ourselves. We walked in the woods. We had big breakfasts.

We didn’t go to Dollywood, Dolly Parton’s creepy amusement park. It’s in nearby Pigeon Forge.

I don’t like Dolly Parton. I thought she was perfectly okay when I was a kid, but over the years she and her park have worked hard to promote abomination, and all the time, she has pretended to be a Christian. She’s a complete hypocrite, but lots of stubborn, rebellious Southern women, and I don’t just mean lesbians, think she’s almost a co-savior, like the false Catholic version of Mary. Like a white Oprah.

I don’t know if her attitude has something to do with her unmarried brother who died young from an undisclosed disease or what, but I don’t want any part of her act. I never liked her music, either. She is no Patsy Cline.

The main reason we stayed in a tourist spot was to have a base from which we could look at the area. We have both had thoughts of moving to Eastern Tennessee, and if you stay in Gatlinburg, you can have good food and a nice hotel while you look around. Appalachia is not known for quality food and lodging, so to me, finding these things was a blessing.

We looked around Sevier and Blount counties. The geography and the trees and plants made a big impression, as did the sub-95 temperatures.

When you live in Northern Florida, you get used to living on sand that won’t support anything you really want to grow. You can’t grow apples, real peaches, blackberries, cherries, tomatoes, corn, or anything else without a lot of struggle. The grass is something called bahia. It’s thin, and when you walk across it a few times, you leave obvious damage. It’s full of stinging bugs, and nettles are a problem. Lying down in your own yard is not possible.

Once you get far enough north, you get into real soil. You can have apple trees and grow tomatoes. You can have a lawn.

I have been concerned that if we moved, the people might be backward on racial issues. I’m from Eastern Kentucky, and I’ve also spent a lot of time in Western North Carolina, and I know there are parts of Appalachia where you can have problems if you’re in an interracial marriage or even if you’re just black.

My grandfather was a circuit judge over Breathitt County, Kentucky, and during his time, a black woman moved there and tried to practice law. I never thought of him as an enlightened person with regard to race, but he supported her. The people of Jackson, Kentucky eventually burned her house down. And it wasn’t that long ago. He died in the mid-90’s.

On this visit, I was shocked. In Gatlinburg, we saw one interracial family after another. What a relief. And they were definitely Southerners. I also saw many clones of myself. Men in cargo or work shorts, T-shirts, and baseball caps. It was like they were pumping us out of a factory.

We saw two black families in rented Rzrs. A Rzr is a factory dune buggy made by Polaris. It has no windows. Apparently renting them is popular in Gatlinburg.

Maybe things have improved.

Southerners are very, very big on powersports and unnecessary vehicles. If you’re a Southerner, and you don’t have a golf cart, an ATV, a dune buggy, a dirt bike, or a Jeep, there must be something wrong with you. I use a gas-powered EZGO to get my mail.

The people were very nice. I was concerned that if we left our area, the people would not be as pleasant. There are a lot of childish, rude, stingy people in Eastern Kentucky. In Tennessee, just about everyone was great. And there were signs of Christianity everywhere. There were signs advertising help for women who were considering abortions. There were signs telling people Jesus was coming back. I loved it.

I have had the feeling God wanted me to move to Tennessee, as have many other Christians. I don’t know if we’ll do it, but now I am less concerned about the possibility of making a bad decision.

During our trip, we applied for a Schengen visa so we could finally visit Europe. The real Europe, not Ireland or Turkey. Incredibly, they granted our request, so now we have to decide whether we should go. My wife is going through some medical treatment right now–nothing bad or permanent–so we’re thinking it over.

We only saw one bear in Tennessee, but it was a whopper. We were walking down the main drag of Gatlinburg, and we saw a bunch of people staring at the area behind a hotel. I looked and saw a black shape not much smaller than a cow. This thing was enormous. It must have been checking out the bear-resistant dumpsters.

When I think of black bears, I think of animals about the size of a hog. Maybe 150-200 pounds. They sometimes hit 600 however, making them as big as medium-sized grizzlies. The record is over 900. I don’t know what this bear weighed, but it looked a lot more like 600 than 200.

It took my wife a while to spot it, which is bizarre. She finally saw it walking up some stairs.

I knew we might see some bears. I expected typical disappointing bears about my own size. Not this time. This baby could have fed a small town for a day. It would make a beautiful rug.

I enjoyed seeing real trees instead of one water oak after another. We saw hickories, walnuts, sycamores, maples, black oaks, chestnut oaks…serious trees that have practical uses other than fueling smokers. They made me think of the times I had spent with my grandparents in the woods. They seemed to know every plant’s name and purpose.

We saw a lot of people who were obese or had leg problems. Diabetes, maybe. We saw people who clearly weren’t on top of the financial ladder. We saw a lot of tattoos and cigarettes.

I thought about Gatlinburg’s status as a second-tier tourist town, and I felt like God showed me some things. We were there as people who did not have to work. We were able to stay at a very nice hotel. We weren’t going into debt to do anything. Both of us knew God very well and never felt that we were alone or that we might have to handle life’s problems on our own. Our health was good. We were surrounded by unhealthy people who were loading themselves with debt.

Many of the others would have to go home shortly and work at jobs they didn’t like, in order to pay for things they had already received. When you borrow, you get your reward up front, and then while you’re working to pay for it later on, you have no reward to look forward to, and you can’t quit.

It reminded me to keep humility, gratitude, and fear of God in mind. We earned very little of what we have. God gave it to us in spite of our evil natures and deeds. Every good thing we have is part of an inheritance from God. We should never feel superior to anyone. What is uglier than an arrogant heir who has no empathy? I have been that person.

We aren’t sure what we’ll do. Sometimes I think we should go to Utah instead of Europe. It’s a lot less complicated, and it’s a shame for Americans not to see their own enormous country.

In any case, my wife is now in the Schengen visa system, so if we decide to travel in the future, it should be easier.

One More Shot at the Lost Continent

Before too long, my wife and I will find out whether Europe’s racist visa policies apply to African green card holders as well as Africans still in Africa.

We have traveled a lot since we found each other. Egypt, Turkey, Singapore, Ireland…destinations that were pleasant enough, yet which were all compromises. We have never been able to get to Europe.

I mean the real Europe, not Ireland. The place with the alps and the great food. Going to Ireland is like going to Boston, only the people are much nicer.

Well, they would have to be, though, wouldn’t they? Okay, they were nicer than most Americans, not just the interesting residents of urban Massachusetts.

Ireland seems like a pleasant place to live. The climate is gentle. It’s green, just like you would expect. The countryside is pretty. It’s fairly prosperous. It could conceivably be possible to hole up in the sticks and hide from the national psychosis of leftism. But the cities are kind of dumpy, the food is worse than it is here, the sweaters are thin and cheap, and when you’re there, you feel like actual Irish people are a tiny minority.

The Irish have abandoned Ireland. Why is that? They’re all here now. Not completely true, really. They’re all over the world, and they didn’t quit leaving after the potatoes came back. Is Ireland really that bad? Seemed fine to me.

I would not go back to Ireland, simply because it’s dull. There is really nothing there except the cliffs of Moher. Other European countries are different. Those alps. The fjords. Renaissance art. Medieval architecture. Magnificent food.

I wouldn’t go to England, either, and I suspect Ireland is just England without the sights.

Most of my ancestors are supposedly from England and Scotland, but I have no interest in seeing those places. I don’t understand people who want to “visit the old country” and who get all weepy about places maybe 3% of their ancestors came from. Let’s face it; if you have a name identified with a European country, and your people have been in the US over a hundred years, your genetic connection to its people is like a gram of coke that has been stepped on 10 times. If genes were paint, the country’s genes were white, and other countries’ genes were black, you would be charcoal gray.

My parents were under the impression we were mostly Scottish. I don’t think this is true, but anyway, they went to Scotland and looked up my dad’s ancestors, who are dead and were not able to receive him. They enjoyed bad food and mediocre scenery. On a rare and prized, not to mention expensive, foreign trip.

Forget that. Give me someone else’s ancestral homeland. Give me Switzerland, Austria, Italy, France, Germany, and possibly the Netherlands. Give me a place with great sights and wonderful food. Give me excellent weather and hotels that aren’t full of mold.

My parents could have had Paris. Back when it was safe, I mean.

England is full of furious Muslims now. That’s not for me. If I want to go to a country full of furious Muslims, I’ll visit Michigan. With a side hajj to Minneapolis.

London has worse crime than New York now, and like New York, it prevents decent people from carrying weapons. Should I take my wife to a place like that? How would I explain that decision to her in a London emergency room?

It’s true that England has great food now. It’s called curry. No one goes there to find the best spotted dick and toad in the hole.

I would have to rank Egypt at the bottom of our destinations. I would never go again unless I had a sudden desire to do another Nile cruise. The people were very nice everywhere, and sometimes the food was good. The cruise was relaxing and interesting. But Cairo is a slum, straight out. A real mess. And Egyptians throw their garbage everywhere.

The best restaurant we visited had dozens of dead flies decorating the windowsills.

Singapore was the real sleeper. I didn’t want to go at all, but now we have gone twice. We have a bizarre sensation of being at home there. Inexplicable.

We enjoyed Turkey, and the people were wonderful. Now Turkey is threatening to annihilate the Jews, so that takes some of the shine off of it. Ireland is antisemitic, but at least they’re not planning genocidal military action.

I don’t know if they can. Do they have an army? A real one, not the kind that blows up department stores?

We are giving Switzerland another shot because its nearest consulate is on the way to Tennessee. Before too terribly long, we intend to visit the Volunteer State to see if we should move there. Switzerland has a consulate in Atlanta. I figure we can get in and out of Atlanta fast enough to avoid being soiled too much.

Other countries would have required us to go to places like DC, New York, and Miami. If you see me in Miami, alert the police, because I have been kidnapped. Miserable, stinking hole. Thank you again, God, for getting me out.

We were going to shoot for a short trip to Switzerland, but given that this may be our last real trip for years, I decided to tack on some time in Italy. Rome, to be exact. I have been to Florence a couple of times, and it’s wonderful, but I think a person who has never been to Italy should probably pick Rome.

We don’t jam lots of destinations into short intervals. We are not the kind of people who would do three days in Florence and 4 days in Rome. If you haven’t been to a place for a reasonably long spell, you haven’t really been there. If you spend a day in Rome and then say you’ve seen it, you might as well say the same thing after walking through the airport between flights.

It has to be Rome or Florence. Not both.

We are planning to cut Switzerland up a little, but I think that’s different, because as beautiful as it is, you can’t stare at the mountains all that long without wanting to do something else. We expect to do a few days in Lucerne and a few in Wengen. Go up some mountains. Eat some plates of potatoes and cheese. Move on.

Will they let us in? No idea. The visa picture is supposed to be better for green card holders than Africans in Africa who are married to Americans, but we have been lied to before. Every time, now that I think of it. We don’t know what’s true and what isn’t.

I’m starting not to care. We liked Hong Kong and Singapore. We got a Taiwan visa quickly and easily. We haven’t seen America together. We don’t actually have to go to continental Europe. There are other places to go.

I want her to see the nice parts of Appalachia and maybe the Rockies. Utah is breathtaking. We can skip the entire Northeast, all major cities, and anything south of Orlando. No wacked-out West Coast destinations. Sliding around on other people’s feces is not for us.

Traveling with one or more kids is a future concern. I don’t know how people do it. I don’t know how they deal with kids on short trips to the grocery store. My wife doesn’t think overseas trips with children can be done. Not well. Maybe she’s right.

So where do you go in Tennessee? Gatlinburg, of course. Good old touristy Gatlinburg. I went there many times as a child. I saw people feed the bears through car windows. We walked up Clingman’s Dome. We went to Cherokee, and my mother took a picture of me with a bunch of guys who claimed to be Indians. Did braves really wear Chuck Taylors?

It’s touristy, but on the other hand, it has the best hotels, there is real food, and it’s a good base for exploration. And we are, in fact, tourists.

I haven’t seen Gatlinburg since the early 2000’s, I think. My family got together. A cabin was rented. Two aunts, my dad, my sister, me, and some cousins. My sister tortured the rest of us with her nasty unhousetrained Maltese and her constant unprovoked attacks on me. I think things will be better this time. In the recipe for an excellent vacation, or any other pleasant or even bearable experience, the secret can’t-miss ingredient is her absence.

Some people have a gift; the gift of making every occasion better by being elsewhere. This explains the rapture, the tribulation, heaven, and hell.

We are gearing up for all this stuff now. We hope to travel during the coming month.

If the Swiss let us down, I guess it will be the Far East and rural America for the foreseeable future. We have to do something for recreation until Yeshua gets us out of this world.

When do I Board my Flight Out of Here?

Delta Airlines is pushing the sexual perversion agenda on employees and passengers now. The phrase “ladies and gentlemen,” which was always incorrect in that it flattered passengers, is now being scrubbed from Delta’s activities over misgendering and triggering concerns.

I didn’t know this was happening. I don’t pay that much attention to the language airline employees use. I have heard a lot of gate-agent announcements, but it didn’t occur to me to think about leftist delusion while listening for information I needed.

Thinking about this, I remember a deranged man I saw at a gate long ago. He was a tall, thin black man. He wore a uniform dress and a wig. Other than that, there was nothing feminine about him. He looked and sounded a little like Michael Jordan. I think this was in the 1990’s. At the time, seeing him was a surreal experience. Now he’s normal, and normal people are the freaks.

When I use the present tense, I’m assuming he’s alive. Big assumption.

Airlines have attracted homosexual employees for a long time. One web source says it’s because they love flying around the world to sodomize and be sodomized by strangers.

A dead airline steward, Gaetan Dugas, is often blamed for spreading AIDS early in the pandemic. A biographer said Dugas would go into dark bathhouses, engage in sodomy, turn on the lights so partners could see his sores, and tell them he had “gay cancer,” which was not really inaccurate. He had Kaposi’s sarcoma, which is not something you are likely to see on a heterosexual. He would say, “I’m going to die, and so are you.”

It is widely believed most stewards are homosexuals. You can Google around and see what you think.

Interesting phenomenon. It’s as if Satan programmed them to spread disease. Homosexuals do a better job than anyone. They carry most of the weight, keeping syphilis alive. The stats are unreal.

There is a difference between pandering to perverted customers and hiring a lot of perverts, but I suppose the airlines’ hiring practices suggest they would be unusually receptive to perversion DEI.

In other news, they have been telling us Kanye West has had major financial setbacks since going nuts, attacking Jews, and claiming he is God. I think he’s about to get a lot poorer.

Speaking to probable antisemite Candace Owens, he has said a Jewish exercise coach, a Jewish doctor, and “the Jewish media” conspired to put him in the hospital in 2022, for the crime of reading the Bible. He said these things in a 2022 interview which has just been released.

He now says he’s God, and he criticizes the actual God for failing to answer his prayers, but he said he was harmed because Jews thought he was a Christian. He still held himself out as a Christian in 2022.

I think I can guarantee you there is no rap music in heaven. Not that I really need to say that in order to convince people West isn’t God.

He was hospitalized for “exhaustion,” which is what they call nervous breakdowns these days. Mental problems.

“The Jewish media” can’t sue him for libel, because it’s not a person, but what about his doctor and his coach? Uh oh. I think he’ll be paying them a few million dollars soon, unless they are extremely forgiving.

This takes me back to my days as an armorbearer at Miami’s Trinity Church, where “pastor” Rich Wilkerson welcomed Kanye and Kim and anyone else who was famous and/or had money. Wilkerson is a failed Osteen/Munsey clone, and he loves cameras and greenbacks. His prosperity church never does as well as the ones run by his buddies; people like Keith Craft and Joyce Meyer. He is perpetually desperate, so he does desperate things.

When I was an armorbearer, they made us give special treatment to Luther Campbell, the first big pornographic rapper. Luther never repented. He was running for mayor of Dade County, and Wilkerson let him speak at Trinity. This was a violation of the laws surrounding church tax exemption, but Trinity was about 80% black, and those laws are not enforced at black churches. Even when white people run them in order to milk blacks.

The armorbearers had to kiss up to Kim Kardashian when she visited. She has never repented, either. She’s a porn whore. Anyone who does porn is a type of whore. She was placed in the front row and treated like Jezebel at Ahab’s court, and Wilkerson went to Twitter and said she was a “great friend.” I don’t think she ever returned, so that big fish got away, and Trinity’s financial problems continued.

It’s like she went into a floundering newsstand and bought a copy of Cosmo, and the owner went to the web and called her a great friend as she vanished from his life forever.

Wilkerson also published a gushing video interview with Trayvon Martin’s obviously-single (divorced) mother after he tried to murder George Zimmerman, a volunteer neighborhood watch captain trained by the police. Wilkerson interviewed her to get her deep spiritual insights, because obviously, the mother of a criminal has lots of those.

I almost think Wilkerson can smell a TV camera.

Wilkerson’s son and clone Richie was chosen by West to perform his marriage to Kardashian. We see how well Richie’s disciples did in their conversions.

Megachurch pastors cultivate special milk cows and then spend life hanging from their teats. Richie cultivated Kanye and Kim. His buddy Carl Lentz had Justin Bieber, who ended up rejecting Lentz before Lentz was expelled from his church for adultery.

Picture yourself in Richie’s $6,000 basketball shoes. You are desperate for fame and money the way Instagram models with their first grey hairs are desperate for rich husbands, you think you’ve landed a couple of whoppers, and then they abandon you and one starts threatening to go “death con 3” on the Jewish people.

I guess Kanye will become somewhat poorer, but I don’t think he’ll ever go away, because–keep this on the down low–antisemitism is accepted among ghetto blacks. I know that shocks you. Big secret, right?

I wonder what will happen if I Google “the real Jews.”

Oh, yeah. “Black Hebrew Israelites.” “Black people is the real Jews.” One of Kanye’s friends is “a Jew just like all so-called black people.” A Twitter video of a black man yelling at Jewish people, saying, “Sorry, kids. You’re not the real Jews.”

It’s not whites or Hispanics or even Muslims saying this stuff. Every so often, we hear a black celebrity say it openly, and it’s bubbling under the surface in every ghetto.

This nonsense comes mainly from Black Hebrew Israelite cult teachings, and most black people think the Black Hebrew Israelites are a crazy cult, but the “real Jews” lie has permeated ghetto society. It’s a seductive excuse for people who have been trained to blame others for their self-inflicted failures. It worked on the Germans and Austrians.

I think Kanye will be sued very successfully, but he will not go away. Too much fuel goes on the fire every day in the form of ghetto and white-ghetto-wannabe dollars.

Society is getting worse and worse. Not all that long ago, you couldn’t get away with vomiting antisemitism over the airways, and nobody had to call men “ma’am.”

Why are we still here? When will Yeshua rescue us? I know we don’t deserve it, but he never said we had to earn it. He earned it for us, so when will he come? This place is nuts.

So far, I have not seen the day when I was forced to lie and use Satanic “pronouns.” I have not had to grovel in order to protect myself and my family, as the Jews groveled before the Egyptians, Babylonians, Medes and Persians, Philistines, Greeks, Romans, Spanish, Portuguese, Imperial Russians, Soviets, and Nazis. I hope my family and I are gone before it reaches that stage. Acknowledging Kamala Harris as my president will be a big step toward the final humiliation.

When is He Coming?

Written on August 6.

The murderous 30-mph storm is behind me now, so there is time to write of other things. I did not drown in spite of LIFE-THREATENING FLOODING, I was not DEVASTATED, and my wife and I are okay even though Debby BARRELED DOWN ON US forcing us to SHELTER IN PLACE and HUNKER DOWN.

I guess I’m a little tired of humanity today. Is it obvious? The sheep and liars are getting to me. Every time a storm pops up, the TV sheep baaaa the same lies at us through their veneers and lip fillers for the same selfish reasons.

I have realized I should have more sympathy for people who get hit by weak storms that rain a lot. When I think of hurricanes, I don’t think much about the threat of rain. I haven’t lived in an area that could flood since I left home for college. Even in Miami, I was about 15 feet above sea level. When I think of hurricane problems, I think of winds that put trees on houses, remove roofs, toss ships across streets, and push walls down.

It’s a weird thing, but Florida has been inhabited–by people who build things, not just primitive, illiterate Indians–since the 1500’s, but we have not figured out that putting a house’s floor 4 feet above the normal high tide line is wrong. This state is full of buildings that pretty much sacrifice their first floors when storm surge hits, and insurers keep paying to fix them over and over. And we reimburse the insurers. Even people like me who can’t have flooding or hurricane-force winds.

Some people in coastal areas are smart enough to have homes that are lifted up above the surge line, but I suppose they are still a small minority. If you go to the Keys, you will see some houses with cars under them. The houses sit on pillars, and the first floors are carports. Living areas start on the second floors. It’s a big advance, but having your car washed away is still bad.

It is possible to build low-lying buildings water can’t get into. I know this because I’m not stupid. We don’t seem interested in doing it, though.

Anyway, because I was safe from water problems, I have been dismissive of people who get upset about weak, wet storms. I will try to do better in the future.

I got some breezes during the night before Debby hit land, but the damage was limited to a few downed branches and some leaves. Today it’s dry, so I can fire up the Kubota and move the limbs out.

There are a few downed trees around here. I haven’t seen any on my property yet, but I haven’t done a tour because it was wet. My wife and I drove to a medical testing place and a grocery yesterday, at a time when the TV people had convinced the rest of the country we were battling a killer storm, and I would guess we saw 7 oaks on their sides.

When you see a Northern Florida oak that has snapped, you realize how pathetic they are. Many of them are just empty shells. They look good from outside, but a three-foot-thick oak may have a trunk which is just a tube with walls four inches thick. Inside, there will be rainwater and thousands of roaches. The better oak species are more solid, but most oaks are of the types that rot standing up.

I don’t know why hollow oaks fill up with roaches.

America is kind of a hollow oak. Looks pretty good from outside, but it’s rotten inside, the guts are gone, and it’s ready to snap in a good breeze.

Today I saw some idiot woman bragging about ruining a family gathering. Someone had a baby, and the guests were saying it was a boy. The grinning, smug, sadistic idiot said she told them to wait 10 years and “see if it sticks.” And she gave the child a onesie with some kind of perversion symbolism on it. She was proud of herself. She was happy she had hurt everyone’s feelings.

Such people are our future. I don’t like typing the word “our” in this context. I hope I’m not in that particular future. Any more than I already am.

People are not sufficiently willing to disown each other. It’s a real problem. It’s a very big problem with relatives. People have this idea that you should stick with your family until the bitter end. They think it’s a Christian principle. Yeshua, on the other hand, told people who wanted to follow him to abandon their own unbelieving fathers. Quickly.

As Spirit-led Christians, we have to give up on people who will never grow. We have to give up on our subcultures, our nations, and humanity itself. We can’t keep identifying strongly as Americans, whites, blacks, or anything but children of God. We have to figure out who our real team is.

I’m an American the way Daniel was a Babylonian. Thanks, America, for whatever my family and I get from you. I will pay my taxes and obey most of your laws. I will try to be an asset. If I could still be drafted, I would serve. I show up for jury duty even though they always dismiss attorneys. I will set your interests above those of other nations until it becomes impossible. I could see buying a flag. But that’s all you get. You don’t get my heart.

America is not my permanent home. I belong to heaven. This is just a temporary destination; an assignment. I’m like a Peace Corps volunteer in Somalia.

There are no dead Americans. Think about that. None of my ancestors are American. They’re citizens of heaven and hell. Ronald Reagan isn’t an American. George Washington isn’t an American. They graduated.

I said I would set America’s interests above other nations’ until it became impossible. I must be a traitor!

Really?

What if I were a Jew born in Germany in 1890? What if I served honorably in World War I, got a chestful of medals, and then had to watch other Germans beat my friends and relatives in the street?

People say, “America, right or wrong.” Should Germans, Jewish or otherwise, have said, “Germany, right or wrong”?

Jehu had two men murder the queen of Israel. Her husband the king was anointed by God. She was the rightful queen. God approved of what Jehu did. Hmm.

Leftists are suddenly the most patriotic people among us, in the sense that they believe our children belong to the state. You can’t be any more patriotic than that. If you give yourself to the state, it’s a big deal, but giving your children is far, far more patriotic.

They’re less patriotic in that they run around cursing America, but they have always had problems with cognitive dissonance. They say America is evil and racist, but we should give America our kids.

If you’re a real patriot, shouldn’t you consider your children property of the state?

They push this idea constantly. But who really accepts it?

If children are property of the government, why are we expected to take them with us when we emigrate? Aren’t we stealing the government’s property?

People move to other countries to improve the lives of their families. Who ever moved to another country to help that country at his family’s expense? Who would abandon is wife and kids in Communist China and move to America, not to help himself, but to help America? Perhaps a lunatic.

Citizenship is disposable, like membership in the Elks. When the Elks stop treating you well, you cancel your membership. The only permanent membership you should never give up is your membership in God’s family. Abandoning your country and siding against your wife and even your children in order to preserve your relationship with God are not merely acceptable; they’re mandatory and necessary.

America is turning on people like me. It is becoming our enemy.

The whole purpose of staying here is to have America look after my family and me, so my obligation to support America is shrinking every day. Increasingly, America threatens my future and the welfare of my wife and the children we will have, because we can never conform to statism, perversion, the persecution of Christians, or antisemitism. The little punishments for people like me increase every day, just as antisemitic laws increased in Germany and Austria. Just as punishment of Christians increased in what is now Turkey as the Satanic Muslim cult took over.

This place is lost. The frog motivational speakers love to tell us about is boiling.

If you’re not a trashy person, you may have no idea who Megan Thee Stallion is. Ghetto black Americans have come up with some pretty dumb slang, and “stallion” is at the top of the list. A stallion is a male horse, and as we all know, stallions are commonly referred to as models of masculinity. For some reason, American black people started calling attractive women stallions some years ago. Believe me, it’s gross, hearing a young black man express his sexual attraction to a stallion.

Megan is a slutty rapper. She dances while spreading her buttocks at her fans. She sings about her vagina as well as the penises of the men with whom she fornicates.

Kamala Harris just had a rally, and Megan showed up to do her act. Look it up. She sang–well, she can’t sing, because she has no talent–she barked several of her pornographic songs. She omitted some filthy words. She spead and wiggled her buttocks at the crowd. She has 4 slutty-looking dancers behind her.

This was at a rally promoting the only Democrat candidate for the presidency of the United States. Leftists are making fun of people who thought it should not have happened.

Children work in political campaigns. They go to rallies.

Until today, I never thought about it, but because my children will be considered black, they will be targets for this generation of child-stealing musical whores and pimps. They may be ostracized and abused for refusing to join in.

Look what Kamala Harris is telling young black girls. “Spread your buttocks on stage and sing about receiving oral sex. This is empowerment. This is how you punish people who think you should be anything other than whore and a savage.”

Joe Rogan is the subject of a rumor now. They say he is going to sue MSNBC for creating a doctored video falsely implying he admires Kamala Harris. In reality, he thinks she’s a fool. He said she could win the election anyway because Americans swallow BS so readily.

Today I was reminded how right he was about the stupidity of present-day Americans. I saw a patronizing female influencer lying about the effort to ban gas stoves. She is extremely popular. Women love being told lies that justify dethroning men and God and establishing a female supremacist, pagan world where their destructive emotion-based fantasies become law.

You really need to see this woman to understand how gullible other women have become. Her name is Arielle Fodor, and she claims to be a kindergarten teacher. She’s as dumb as a stick. She speaks to adults as though they were mentally retarded.

Her followers run into 7 figures, and leftist publications write very, very favorably of her. The fact that this could happen proves Joe Rogan is right.

In a world where this lying dimwit is admired, Kamala Harris can be president. What happens then? A stupid, dishonest, soulless woman who craves positions of power yet runs from responsibility and decisions can run the free world and appoint all our federal judges. It’s unthinkable, but polls make it very clear she has a good chance of winning.

Here is a woman who may be over 25% African, teaching black girls to be obnoxious, brainless sluts. Running for president and likely to win.

I can’t make myself picture this empty bag of sagging skin standing behind the podium at the White House, but it may happen anyway. Picture her dealing with China, Russia, and Iran. Imagine her groveling with her belly up for Hamas. Cackling to be petted as she says Israel has to be held accountable.

America itself is responsible. America is doing this to children of God who live here. America will let this feeble-minded creature confiscate wealth, give it to rioting morons, and launch nuclear missiles. How much loyalty should America get from us? Should we wave flags 15 years from now as armed men in panties march us to killing fields?

God has to get us out of here. There is no fighting these people with weapons. There is no convincing them to change. There is no living with them. I live in a nice, safe bubble right now, but there is no future here until Yeshua comes and removes the demons and powerful idiots from the world.

Hunker Down with Peyton and Hayden

I got some comments on the post I wrote about getting homeowner’s insurance. I was trying to decide whether I should get insurance with or without wind coverage, which is often extremely expensive. Based on last year’s huge premium, along with the large deductibles and the low likelihood of serious damage, I figured it was best to skip wind coverage.

No one can explain how insurance companies work. Some people defend them, claiming we are not smart enough to understand their math. They think it all makes sense somehow. That isn’t true. If it were true, similar coverage from different companies would cost about the same amount, but it doesn’t.

I had GEICO for my cars. They wanted $5,000. Suddenly. I could not believe it. I called around, and I got just about the same coverage from State Farm for about half as much. It’s still ridiculous, but it’s not $5,000.

When I was looking for medical insurance for this year, my old company wanted the moon and stars. Another outfit gave me the same policy, more or less, for a much lower price. I forget the disparity. Maybe a third less.

The insurance seems to work, although once I ended up screaming at a woman in India.

If insurance companies were rational, they would make similar decisions about covering various areas. Some companies have left Florida, however, while many continue to insure homes here.

Last year, I was told my home insurance, hurricanes included because of my rotten trees, was going from about $3,400 to $6,000, and then they ended up increasing it to $8,000. I called–literally–every company I could find on the web. I couldn’t find a single one that would write a policy at any price. Because of hurricanes? No. Because of cattle. I have cattle on my farm to kill property taxes.

I knew hurricanes were causing disturbances in the insurance force, but the cow thing took me by surprise. I had no idea. The weirdest thing about it is that they didn’t care about horses. Hello? Christopher Reeve? People fall off horses. Horses kick people. What do cattle do? Eat, sleep, and poop.

Have rogue herds been escaping from farms and taking over towns? I have not heard about it.

Please don’t tell me you know a company that would have insured me, because you don’t. You may think you do, but you’re wrong. Don’t tell me Farmers Insurance would have insured me. They refused. Don’t tell me State Farm would have done it. They refused. Having “Farm” and “Farmer” in their names didn’t mean anything.

I went to a cattle forum for advice, I said no one would insure me, and some cranky old guy who worked in insurance told me not to tell me his job. He assured me a certain company would cover me. They wouldn’t. He looked pretty stupid.

So now I can’t get insurance because I have cattle, right? Wrong. This year, they don’t care about cattle. I got several quotes. No problem with the cattle. No explanation.

This time, I ended up getting pretty much the same policy I bought last year, for around $3,000. So it went $3,400, $8,000, $3,000. It’s like they used one of those lottery ping pong ball machines. I got the $3,000 policy from a real company people know about, not the obscure insurer that covered me last time. Ramon’s of Hialeah.

I have no idea what’s going on.

I was truthful with the agent I talked to. He knows about the cattle. He knew a tropical storm was coming. Didn’t care. He offered an insanely low price for insurance without wind coverage, and then he told me I could add wind coverage and pay only $3,000.

I still think wind coverage is stupid for people in my county, but my wife was nervous about it, and the price was right, so I took it.

That’s my insurance story. Try and explain it if you want.

Here is what I would do if I ran an insurance company: I would charge the snot out of people near the coast, and I would give huge breaks to people inland. I would not spread the risk around, alienating a huge number of low-risk people who were unlikely to file claims. I would make those people my target demographic. I would treat the coast like the coast, and I would treat the interior like Missouri.

Insurers make money in Missouri, selling only to people who are safe from hurricanes, charging modest prices. If that is true, they should be able to make money in the interior of Florida. Getting rid of high-risk clients who refuse to pay high prices shouldn’t matter, and getting huge premiums from high-risk clients who are willing to pay should work out just fine.

As far as the storm goes, they have named it Debby, which is odd, because everyone else spells that name “Debbie.” It will not be a problem here. There are reasons.

1. Prayer.

2. It doesn’t have the potential to strengthen much.

3. It’s going to make landfall in the panhandle, far away.

4. The projected track keeps moving farther west, away from me.

5. I spent $7,500 cutting all the trees that threatened my buildings.

The way storm tracking works is interesting.

I always look at the “static cone” pictures from the National Hurricane Center. The pointy part of the cone is the storm’s location. The fat end is where it will probably be hours and days later. The cones are not all that unreliable these days. If they say a storm will land in Miami, it’s not going to land in New Orleans. Storms usually go within maybe a couple of hundred miles of the places cones say they will, as long as we’re talking about cones drawn within a couple of days of landfall.

That brings up the second point.

A cone itself will show whether a storm is drifting in a certain compass direction, but you can also look at a succession of cones. The NHC’s site doesn’t offer the option of looking at cones over several days, but you can always save cone images on your PC and look at them later.

Cones are updated every three hours. If you look at a succession of cones over a couple of days, you will see the cones themselves generally drift. Weather guys may start out saying a certain storm is expected to hit Fort Myers, and then 36 hours later, they may say it’s headed for Destin. Destin may be completely outside of the cone the weather guys were using when they said the storm would hit Fort Myers.

If you watch the way the cones themselves drift, you get a better picture of what’s really going to happen. A cone predicts where a storm will go, based on knowledge obtained over a short period of time. A succession of cones where future cones will go, based on observations over a longer period. I think smart people look at successions of cones.

Weather guys often get overexcited by early cones that seem to indicate landfalls in highly-populated areas. “IT’S BARRELING DOWN ON PALM BEACH!!!” Everybody in Palm Beach tunes in. The weather guys get better ratings, so their employers can charge more for ads in the future. Then the storm goes to Titusville.

They LOVE “barreling down.” They say it constantly. Well, when they’re not saying “hurtling toward.” They say Beryl BARRELED DOWN on Texas.

It’s a weird expression. I have never seen a barrel hit anything.

I sincerely believe the weather guys don’t care. I think they and their bosses are only interested in money. They don’t care if they freak people out for nothing. Or maybe they’re just not smart enough to understand cone drift. A lot of meteorologists are physics majors, though. That’s odd, because I didn’t notice a lot of gays when I was studying physics.

The latest cone is centered around a tiny town called St. Marks, directly south of Tallahassee. But the cones keep drifting westward, so I think Apalachicola is a more likely landfall.

In any case, it looks like it’s going to land where there are almost no people. Sorry, Apalachicolans. You know it’s true. Remember how excited you were when you thought you were going to get your own Arby’s? Sorry that didn’t pan out.

Mmm. Beef ‘N Cheddar. I was telling my wife about them just the other day.

I don’t care if it’s not real meat.

Don’t fret, panhandlers. It looks like you’re getting a Category 1, so as long as you tie your boats up right, it shouldn’t be too bad. Moderate storm surge and some wind.

I hope people up there have cut problem trees.

Whoever gets hit wants to be west of the eye, because on that side, there will be no storm surge. The wind will be blowing the water away from shore. If the eye is to the east of Apalachicola, things should go well.

A lot of the panhandle is nearly-empty swamp. It’s amazing how few people live on a huge stretch of land right on the water. The government owns a ton of it. Maybe they’re doing Area 51 stuff to kidnapped Florida Men. It would explain a lot.

“Okay, Jayden and Brayden. Try not to chew on the straps, and in no time at all, you’ll be back in your bass boat. No, you can’t tell Ashlee and McKayla where you are.”

It’s actually kind of funny that people in Manhattan think Florida Men are the crazy ones. Someone should erect a giant mirror along the Hudson.

Within two days, it would be covered by a gay BLM mural.

Well, that’s it. I got insurance. Spent too much so the wife would be happy. Feel like I wasted a lot of money.

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.

This World Belongs to Perverts

Hurrah. The Olympics are back.

I have never been a real sports fan. I followed boxing a little, mostly because I boxed, but that’s about it. My dad was a selfish father when I was young, so he didn’t spend a lot of time indoctrinating me in our national sports religion. He didn’t teach me how to play sports better. He didn’t push me to participate.

Nonetheless, I used to watch the Olympics.

As you surely know, our modern Olympic games started in 1896. The ancient Greeks had Olympic games, but they quit for some reason, and somebody decided to resurrect the tradition. The Greeks competed naked because they were disgusting degenerates, and only men were allowed to compete and attend.

It must have been a lot like the pool parties closeted actors threw during the last century.

The Olympics used to be a big deal. They were only held once every four years, making them seem considerably more important than they were. Even families that were not sports-minded would huddle around the TV to see how the medal count went. The Russians and other Communists always cheated. Their athletes were drugged professionals. Their judges were crooked. It was always nice to see America’s amateurs do well against the commies.

I still remember the theme music from the 1976 games. I can hear it in my head right now.

Now the Olympics seem to be going on all the time. They take place every two years. It’s not nearly as dramatic as it once was. In the old days, an athlete who crashed and burned in his first olympiad generally had only one chance to qualify again and redeem himself. That made a difference to spectators. There were top athletes who seemed cursed. They did well everywhere except at the Olympics. We sympathized with them as they faded into obscurity without medals. Now they get chance after chance. Boring.

I would guess I quit watching the games after 1976. I don’t recall watching the 1980 games. I never watch now.

What are the Olympics, and all spectator sports (including your son’s league soccer matches) about? Hellenism.

The term “Hellenism” refers to the adoption of Greek customs. It was a plague to the ancient Jews. The Jews worshiped logs and rocks, they burned their children alive as sacrifices to evil spirits, and God allowed other nations to rule Israel. When the Greeks had their turn, as the dominant culture, they created gymnasiums (Greek word meaning “place of nudity”) in Israel.

They were more powerful than the Jews, so Jews who wanted money and favor kissed up to them. They began participating in the naked games. The gyms of ancient Israel were like today’s country clubs. They were places to make contacts in order to gain wealth, power, and social standing.

Jews were required to wear clothing. You can’t obey the Mosaic law and run around naked in front of the general public. Nonetheless, Jewish men currying favor were glad to put their clothing aside. Problem: without clothing, they were more obviously Jewish. They were circumcised.

Adding to the abomination of competing naked in contests dedicated to evil spirits, some Jews quit circumcising their sons, and some resorted to primitive procedures to make themselves appear uncircumcised.

This was a very big deal. Jews call a circumcision a bris or brit, and this word means “contract.” No circumcision, no contract with God. Usually, the word “covenant” is used instead of “contract,” but they mean the same thing.

Hellenism lives today. We treat illiterate young men of poor character like gods. We skip church to play and watch sports. We teach kids pride and hard work, which are not Christian values. Christianity is about humility and inheritance. The Bible doesn’t glorify anyone for working hard. It says hard work is a curse. It’s a curse for the proud.

We also teach kids aggression through sports. Remember where the Bible says the aggressive will inherit the earth?

Sports teaches kids to become losers or turn other kids into losers. In a competition, there can only be one winner. For every gold medal winner, there are literally millions of losers who were weeded out before they even reached the qualifying stage. When medals are presented, two losers–and they are losers, because they lost–have to stand on a platform and suffer the indignity of watching the worldwide audience worship the winner.

Christianity makes every child of God a winner. We are supposed to help each other win, not just in life, but in eternity.

Sports celebrate the flesh, a relatively worthless bag of meat that is intended to serve us and which weakens and decays pretty quickly after we turn 30.

The flesh has no lasting value. Jim Thorpe’s flesh rotted, just like Muhammad Ali’s and Jesse Owens’. Even in their exalted lifetimes, their flesh only beat other people’s flesh for a few years. Then they became weak and slow like everyone else. No one wants to watch a 40-year-old sprinter.

Who was the strongest man who ever lived? Who cares? Worms ate his stinking, rotten body. Where is his spirit now? That’s what matters.

Christians are supposed to pursue things that last. New brothers and sisters in salvation. Heaven. Good deeds. Things that don’t last are traps.

We have a Hellenist society, and the resurrection of the Olympics made it worse.

Now we are having games in Paris. They just had a huge opening ceremony, which the Olympic Committee will not let us see. They are threatening Youtubers who post videos. Their own site doesn’t have the video. Why is that?

It’s because the opening ceremony was an open celebration of evil; especially sexual perversion.

When you hide what you’ve done, it’s usually a sign you know it was wrong.

By now, you have seen the bearded man with butt implants, prancing in a slutty costume and pretending to be a woman. You have seen the skin-crawl-inducing homosexual who painted himself blue and pretended to be Dionysus, singing in a fruity voice and making coy gestures and glances toward his private parts. If you’ve seen him, you know he was presented as a Passover lamb at a blasphemous drag-heavy parody of the last supper. A huge-breasted, whorishfat person who may or may not be a woman wore a plastic halo and pretended to be Yeshua.

You may also have seen the strange hooded robot who rode a mechanical horse out of the Seine, to be replaced by a similarly-garbed person who presented France’s prime minister with the Olympic flag. The horseman looked for all the world like the pale horseman of the apocalypse. The pale horseman is disease and death.

They are saying the horseman represented the pagan goddess of the Seine. I can see that. What happens to people who swim in the Seine? Disease and death.

Notre Dame should burn the rest of the way to the ground. Its existence means nothing now.

So what was the message of the ceremony? I’ll tell you.

“We won.”

The ceremony was a triumph, inasmuch as a triumph is a public celebration thrown by conquerors. This is what the word “triumph” means. When the Romans burned cities and enslaved people, they threw triumphs in Rome. They exhibited captives and things they had taken from them. At one triumph, they celebrated the looting and destruction of God’s holy temple, as well as the murder and exile of Jews.

The Olympic ceremony was Satan’s children, saying, “Our victory is complete. You are conquered. From now on, we treat you as we please, and you serve us. We will do anything we want in front of you and your children, and we will design our antics to maximize your impotent rage and offense.”

To Satan’s children, the ceremony was a victory lap. To us, it was a deliberate humiliation we will have to swallow without meaningful resistance.

I was thinking of getting up and eating a healthy breakfast today. I changed my mind. I had a pint of sweet hot chocolate accompanied by a ton of carbs. Why suffer to invest in a future that can’t exist? There is no American dream. Not for the foreseeable future. There is only the Messianic Age, or death and heaven, to look forward to.

Scott Adams was wrong. We don’t need to “get the hell away from black people.” We need to get away from the people of Earth; Satan’s children. Race and nationality are irrelevant. Adams got sucked into a snare. He focused on one group, and he generalized unfairly. The real problem group is the children of Satan, and like the children of God, they come from all peoples.

These people have no future. They are like the flesh. Not made to last. Today they are here, and soon they will be burning in hell. We will forget them. We will not remember knowing them. The things we did with them, which seemed important at the time, will, if remembered at all, be recalled as wastes of time and resources. Wastes of ourselves.

The word says God could remove us from the world as soon as we receive salvation, but he leaves us here for the sole purpose of reaching others. That isn’t happening now. Our mission has become impossible. There is no purpose in wrestling any more. The others have made their choice, firmly.

Young people can’t understand what has happened. They have no idea what normal life is like. They think older people are overreacting. We’re underreacting. Even we have gotten too used to the new reality.

I can’t tell people anything. I know how Yeshua felt. He did compassionate miracles in front of religious Jews who claimed to represent the God who calls himself love, and instead of listening to him, they decided to kill him. They were the swine he was talking about when he said that if you cast pearls before swine, they would turn and cut you up. We are his pearls. The swine are all around us now.

Mrs. Joe Biden, having little to do on her way to obscurity in Wilmington, is in Paris. She loved the ceremony. What an imbecile. The US is hosting the Olympics next time, and she says we have to “top” Paris.

We have to do better than blaspheming the last supper and presenting hopeless, doomed perverts trying to lure men into sodomy, HPV, herpes, syphilis, gonorrhea, hepatitis, castration, and AIDS.

Where do we go from here, Jill? Live nude homosexual acts on a big stage? Should we burn some unwanted children on a big stage and try to summon Satan?

We are done here. The ground of the harvest has become like brass to us. The yield is getting close to zero.

People are so evil now, I pray more for bad people than for people who are good to me. This has been true for years. I’m so used to being shocked by sin and motivated to pray for habitual sinners, I don’t think much about the fact that righteous people should be helped. I forget to pray for people who have a chance at salvation.

Take it. Take the earth. You can have it as soon as my brothers and sisters and I can get out of here. Take the whole thing. I don’t even want to stay here and coexist with you. I don’t want to see or hear you any more. It serves no purpose. I feel like I’m letting you get away with stealing my garbage.

The ceremony was bad. Think what November and next year will be like. Kamala Harris is a borderline moron. She will say or do absolutely anything to get through the next minute, relying on our socialist press to catch her. She has no core except self-worship. She will probably lose, because she is impossible to respect and very hard to like. What happens if Trump wins? Do we even have enough SWAT teams and fire hydrants to keep up?

If he wins, it will be by a slim margin, so the left will say he stole the election. That lie will be used to justify violence and crime much worse than what we saw a few years ago. There will be no coming back from it, because leftists don’t want to come back. Appeasers never seem to understand this: Satan’s children don’t like being appeased. They want an excuse to continue destroying others.

My friend Mike has a son who works at one of the big Manhattan financial houses. He wants an AR-15.

He lives in Jersey and has to commute every day by train. He says gangs of antisemites are roaming the cars, threatening people and spewing hate and lies. Why don’t you know about this? Well, he says that if you try to hold up a phone and film them, you get a beating. And the press doesn’t care. It sides with the antisemites, just like it sides with the persecutors of Christians who murder us every day all over the Muslim world.

Mike’s son is worried about what will happen when war breaks out in the streets. How will he protect himself and his fiancee? How will they get food?

An AR-15 won’t help. They need to move, but Satan has hooks in their jaws. They make too much money to leave.

Jew-hating gangs terrorize Jews and their allies on trains in one of the most Jew-heavy places on Earth, and you aren’t even being told. This is our world now. As Jew-friendly places go, New York has traditionally been second only to Israel. Look at it now. Look how quickly Satan can mobilize the insane.

Right now, the only answer is to leave blue areas, but it’s a temporary solution. The final solution is to leave this world; to be pulled out by Yeshua so he can pour his chastisement out on the ones who hate him and give them one last chance to repent. A rifle may help you in one or two situations, but rifles can’t fix the world.

You need to be wrapped in God’s presence, not a plate carrier. The word says:

A thousand shall fall at thy side, and ten thousand at thy right hand; But it shall not come nigh thee. Only with thine eyes shalt thou behold And see the reward of the wicked. Because thou hast made the Lord, which is my refuge, Even the most High, thy habitation; There shall no evil befall thee, Neither shall any plague come nigh thy dwelling.

When Yeshua was threatened, he didn’t pull out an AK-47 and start blasting. God hid him, and he walked through his enemies unseen.

That’s it, I guess. I suppose I’ll have more to say after the next global celebration of blasphemy.

When Can we go Home?

A while back, I noted that demonic–meaning “caused by demons”–insanity had afflicted many people on Earth, and I said that in order to keep track of the progress of increasing insanity, it could be useful to watch Keith Olbermann, fired ESPN and MSNBC personality and dispenser of absurd theories that conflict with commonly-known facts. Not long ago, he claimed no one should believe Representative Dr. Ronny Jackson, MD, the former White House physician who is now Donald Trump’s primary care provider. Jackson described Trump’s bullet wound, and Olbermann made up two weird claims. He said Jackson was not a medical doctor, and then he said he had no license. Both libels originated either in hell or in Olbermann’s own disrupted psyche.

Olbermann has proven to be a pretty good barometer of lunacy. Recently, some baseball players mimicked Trump’s “Fight! Fight! Fight!” shooting response, and Olbermann said they should be banned from baseball and their stadium should be razed. He also said the franchise should be confiscated.

Nothing crazy there. Nope. And definitely nothing that would inspire arson or murder.

Leftists love confiscation. It’s like a fetish with them. Money. Guns. Land. You name it.

Today, I was looking at the Gospel of Luke, and I saw something that corroborated my beliefs about Satan sending spirits of lunacy to manipulate the enemies of good.

As predicted by the Psalms and the prophet Isaiah, Yeshua was rejected by most Jews of his time. In particular, he was rejected by the illegitimate priesthood which had been installed by Roman conquerors.

Somewhat appropriately, if you think about it, he was murdered (sacrificed) by priests. And they used a sort of syncretism as their tool. They partnered with heathens against almighty God. Sounds like Joel Osteen.

At one point, he encountered a man with a withered right hand. This took place in a synagogue, on the sabbath. He asked the religious bigwigs this:

I will ask you one thing; Is it lawful on the sabbath days to do good, or to do evil? to save life, or to destroy it?

Then he restored the man’s hand with a miracle.

Luke said something interesting. He said that after Yeshua performed the miracle, the prominent and powerful Jews who were against him were filled with insanity. Some Bibles say they were filled with “rage,” but the Greek word is anoia, which Strong’s equates to “folly” and “madness.” Those words mean insanity.

The Bible says they then began conspiring against Yeshua, to decide what they should do to him. Psychotic rage came first. Then a willingness to do him harm. Eventually, they beat and murdered him.

This was not a rational disagreement over doctrine. It wasn’t based on Tanakh-based objections to Yeshua’s Messiah status. It was plain old insanity, caused by demons. The priests and scribes didn’t know the Holy Spirit. He didn’t live in them. As a result, they were open to other spirits who made them their homes.

They had the same madness leftists and Islamists have today.

I just had a comment deleted at Yahoo News. I have probably posted three comments there this year. It’s rare that I risk getting sucked into the playpen.

There was a story about the FBI. It said the FBI was doing forensics to try to determine what hit Trump during the assassination attempt. Some cranks are claiming he was hit by a piece of a shattered teleprompter, or that he was not injured at all. Hard to explain the blood if he wasn’t injured, isn’t it?

This, too, is madness.

They say reasonable minds may differ, but sometimes it takes an unreasonable mind.

There is no evidence before us–zero–that any teleprompters were damaged. At least one witness says they were not damaged. At the time of the shooting, no one claimed they were damaged.

The doctors who treated Trump after the shooting called his injury a bullet wound. His personal physician described it as a gunshot wound.

Better yet, there is a photo showing a bullet passing by the right side of Trump’s head. We’ve all seen it.

A .223 round fired from 130 yards away from a chronograph will pass it at close to 3000 feet per second. The shot of Trump and the bullet trail shows the trail in an area about two feet long, behind Trump. It had to be there to show it had gone by his ear. The picture wouldn’t mean as much if the trail had appeared in front of him.

That means the bullet was there for about 1/1500th of a second. A photographer who had taken photos even 1/100th of a second too early or too soon would have missed the shot. Say what you will; God arranged that extraordinary and unprecedented photo because he knew Satan’s children would lie about Trump being shot.

Do I have to bring up Occam’s razor? Bullets were fired. There was nothing between Donald Trump and the muzzle of the gun. A bullet trail was photographed behind his ear, and it’s obvious the bullet was moving in a straight line, the way bullets move when they haven’t fragmented or hit any objects. The teleprompters were not damaged.

Why make up a story about fragments or shrapnel?

Am I sitting in a recliner typing a blog entry in my living room? Maybe I’m in a simulation. Maybe I’ve been in a coma for 50 years, and I make up dreams about blogging to stave off boredom. Maybe I’ve been drugged, and I’m just imagining the recliner and the living room. Or maybe the simplest explanation is correct.

God knows leftists are horrible liars, like their father. They can’t always get things to go their way, but they can almost always lie afterward and try to convince people things really did go their way. They work constantly to erase the truth and replace it with their version of reality. They tell us the Hebrews never wandered in the desert. They say Yeshua never existed. James Cameron claimed to have photos of the box where his bones were deposited. They used to claim David never existed. They say the Holocaust didn’t happen.

I posted a comment about the wound, the photo and the dishonesty of leftists, and after I sat down to write this blog post, it vanished.

It was not offensive. It was based in verifiable truth. Leftist liars had already responded. Doesn’t matter. It’s gone. Yahoo wants the world to think it never happened, and, if possible, that I never existed.

I’ll describe the feeling I have these days.

Have you ever dealt with people who absolutely cannot listen to good advice? Brats come to mind. Determined conspiracy theorists. People whose absurd religious beliefs are based in emotion, not reality. Flat Earthers. Everyone involved in the racist, misandrous, anti-Christian, antisemitic myths of DEI.

After a while, you go silent. You fold your hands, sit back, and observe, with no interest in speaking further. You realize you have lost all desire to interact with the people you tried to help.

That’s what’s going on in my heart. This world is hopelessly lost. Nearly no one can be helped.

I would like to make the usual preparations for my family’s future. Should we move to a better property for kids? Should we come up with plans for raising them correctly? Should there be trust funds? Should I buy more real estate? Should I buy more stocks? Should I get serious about exercise and nutrition so I don’t die while my kids are in elementary school?

I don’t care any more. I don’t see any way to have a future here.

I am not depressed. My life is so easy, it’s hard to believe. My wife is wonderful. I love my farm. Very few demands are placed on me. It’s almost idyllic. But I wonder why we are still here on Earth, given that there is no possibility of living among sane people for the rest of our lives.

If we live out our normal lifespans here, we face decades of humoring and placating dangerous psychotics in order to get by.

I keep eating too much. I spend too much on restaurants. I don’t look after my business as well as I should.

Sometimes I’ll think, “We just went out to eat yesterday.” Then I’ll think, “What difference does it make?”

I don’t care. I don’t care. Will we be here to worry about it if we diminish our wealth too much? I can’t make myself believe it.

Yeshua was rejected in Nazareth, the town where he grew up. Friends and neighbors who had known him and his parents for about 30 years tried to murder him because he said he was the Messiah and told them heathens were more open than they were.

Nazareth is on high ground, and it’s possible to shove people off so they fall a long way onto rocks. I know because I had to run an errand there once. To buy hot dogs and charcoal.

Yeshua stood up in a synagogue there and read a bit from Isaiah which proclaimed the Messiah. He said he was the one Isaiah was talking about. By this time, he had been doing great things in other places, and the Jews in the synagogue asked him about them. He told them a prophet was not without honor except among his own, and he pointed out that Elijah had to perform a miracle on a heathen widow.

At this point, the people who knew him became infuriated–insane–and they tried to throw him off a cliff. God hid him from them, as he hid Lot’s door from the murdering pervert rapists of Sodom, and he just walked away.

How can normal people try to murder an exemplary neighbor after a few minutes of hearing things they don’t like? Insanity is the only explanation. They were like the orderly, responsible, law-abiding Germans and Austrians who lost their minds over a couple of decades and started beating Jews in the streets. No natural cause can explain such things.

Yeshua walked away. Atlas shrugged, if you prefer. He didn’t project a Marvel-style force field around them, hold them in place, and make them listen while he begged, cajoled, and worked miracles. He knew they could not be reached because of their willful insanity.

When do we get to walk away?

In general, I am no longer concerned about people any more. Some individuals, yes, but as a whole, no. My lifelong habit has been to give up caring about things I can’t fix, no matter how bad they are. Is it a fault? You tell me. Perhaps I lack empathy. Or maybe it’s a healthy response that prevents me from harming myself needlessly.

I don’t care if America is destroyed and people suffer like never before, because I can’t stop it. My attitude shocks me.

I would not enjoy seeing it happen. I’m not enjoying seeing the beginnings of it. I feel grief sometimes. But I will never lie awake and soak my pillow with tears over it. It’s not my nature.

I just want to be somewhere else, with the people who can be saved, when things get really bad. THAT, I should be able to manage. If I stay close to God and listen, I’ll get what I want. Because it’s within my capability, I am concerned about it, and I try to make it happen.

People talk a lot about liminal spaces now. The word “liminal” is new to me. A liminal space is a place where people go on their way to another place. An airport. A hallway. A waiting room.

For several years, I have had dreams of airports. Almost always, it’s DFW, which I have probably only visited once. In dreams, I have walked through DFW so many times, I feel like I’ve been there. I got sick of DFW dreams. When I remember the dreams, I have to remind myself they weren’t real. I confuse them with memories of real places. Dream DFW seems just as real in my memory as the real New York City or any other place I’ve lived.

I have asked God to help me not to have airport dreams, because I was so tired of them.

Are my dreams of airports about God? This world is unquestionably a liminal space. No one stays here. It’s a place where we are processed for a short time before going elsewhere.

In jokes, I like to remind my wife that Florida is known as God’s waiting room because of all the old people. Maybe there is more to the joke than I realized. Am I walking toward the gate so I can be flown to the wedding of the lamb? That would sure be nice.

Sometimes I dream I’ve just realized I’m in school, and I haven’t studied or gone to class. I get worried about exams. Then I realize I’m out of school, and I don’t have to do anything. The stress pours out of me. I feel so free. I can depart and leave the other students, who are miserable, behind me. Is God showing me I’m out of Satan’s unproductive rat race? Is it time for me to go my way and leave the rats to it?

In its way, a school is a liminal space. Isn’t the world a school, with a fateful final exam?

Guess I should quit. I can’t sit here and type all night.

Maybe the Grass Really is Greener

Reader Tiomoid of Angle left a comment referring to a Youtube called Nomad Capitalist. The comment says, “Go Where You’re Treated Best.”

That’s really interesting.

I know nothing about the channel. I sort of skimmed the “Videos” page, and it looks like it’s a guy who tells people about countries where they might be better off than where they are. Maybe it’s aimed at Americans.

I’m writing to relax, so I have no plans to do unpleasant research that resembles work.

What I perceive, perhaps incorrectly, to be the thesis of the channel is interesting. Why stay where you’re not wanted? Why stay and be treated the way a lamprey treats a bass?

Today I had a revelation, which I posted here. The brief, generalized version is this: bad people want to stay close to good people, but good people want to get away from bad people.

To understand why this is true, you only have to refer back to the lamprey/bass simile. A bass would be way better off if every lamprey died right now, but lampreys would shrivel and die without fish to eat alive.

This is the kind of interaction Scott Adams had in mind when he made the remarks that changed his life.

He says he’s not a racist. He says he was being “hyperbolic.” I don’t know what’s true. I do know that people with a ghetto mindset are parasites, and the people who support them are hosts. This is also true of spoiled Antifa kids and most Palestinians.

He said people should stay the hell away from blacks. That’s ridiculous, but if he had said we should stay away from racist blacks who prey on everyone else, he would have been correct, and he should have extended the notion to other parasitic groups. For example, no honest person can say it’s smart to live near gypsies.

America the nation is parasitic now. I mean the government and cultural establishment. As policy, it torments, libels, censors, imprisons, beats, and robs people who are its biggest assets, in order to feed vicious common trash who happen to be of voting age. So why not leave?

Is it really that big a deal to be an American citizen? What do you really get?

1. Stability. Well, that is off the table now that civil war is approaching. And having a continuous line of government doesn’t mean individuals have stability. The USSR was around for a long time, and people there lived in terror and never knew when they might be whisked off to camps or places of execution. And lots of countries are stable.

2. Wealth. That sounds fine, but the fact that your country is wealthy doesn’t mean you are, and the fact that it’s poor doesn’t mean you’re poor. You can be wealthy anywhere, and it’s best to be wealthy in a place where half of the population isn’t trying to take what you have, claiming falsely that you stole it. One in six Swiss citizens are millionaires by American standards. That’s not bad. There are several countries where it is easier to get rich than it is in America. And maybe you’re already rich, so all you need is a country that won’t rob you.

3. Quality of life. This is a slippery quantity, because the people whose efforts to define it are generally not conservative, but still, the US is not at the top of most lists. Here’s an important part of quality of life: not having racist, anti-Christian, antisemitic, murderous terrorism-lovers constantly threatening to take what you have and turn you into a voiceless slave.

The weather in most of America is bad for a big part of the year. The food is not very good except for prime beef. The people in most areas are rude. We have a couple of large demographics, plus some small ones, that run around shooting, robbing, and raping everyone else plus each other. This is not paradise.

What if you travel and a foreign country locks you up or otherwise mistreats you? Uncle Sam will save you! No, he won’t. I mean, he might, but don’t count on it. Foreign prisons are full of American citizens. If you’re a famous lesbian who willfully committed a stupid crime with a severe penalty, you might get help, but in the process, a far better person might be left imprisoned in the foreign country for political reasons. Not that this has happened recently.

Is it heresy to criticize our food? No. Go to Europe or the Far East some day and look at the produce. We breed plants that taste bad but generate higher profits. They breed plants that taste fantastic, and often, they also look better than ours.

The produce in Singapore (where there is virtually no farmland) and Hong Kong (also almost no farmland) is magnificent. Wonder why we can’t do that.

Consider the Red Delicious apple. I loved them when I was a kid. Now they’re disgusting. I can’t understand why stores sell them. They bred the flavor out of them and made the texture sort of like a mixture of sand and wet styrofoam. They apparently ship quite well, however.

Our Granny Smith apples are like sour croquet balls. Can’t remember the last time I saw a ripe one. They’re great for constipation.

We have the Second Amendment! True, but then we need it more than many countries. I don’t think the Czechs and South Koreans worry too much about carjackings and home invasions.

One of the videos on Capitalist Nomad’s channel is titled “You Don’t Owe Your Country Anything.” Wow. In America, that’s blasphemy. But is it true? In many cases, yes.

I obey the law. Mostly. I cost the taxpayer virtually nothing. The police don’t come to my house three times a week to make me stop beating the putative mother of some of my illegitimate children. My kids aren’t in “the system” because I abandoned them. I don’t get affirmative action. I paid full tuition when I was in college. I don’t get student loans and then force better people to pay them off. The amount of tax I pay is really extraordinary because of the nature of my business. It’s fair to say I work for the government. When my grandfather died, my country confiscated enough wealth from his heirs, who had done nothing wrong, to make a person rich. When they brought the Selective Service back, I signed up, agreeing to give my life if they ordered me to. I wasn’t called to serve, but I would have. That’s not a small thing to offer.

Help me understand why I would think I owed America anything. I think our military people have done more for me than anyone except my parents and my mother’s parents, but is our military “America”? Most people have never served.

I do a lot for other people through taxes, but people don’t do anything for me unless I pay them. If I pay them, how can anyone say I owe them for what they’ve done for me?

I benefit from the taxes a certain percentage of Americans pay, but they benefit from mine, too. We use the same roads. I would say the rich benefit me more than anyone, because they pay way more than I do. Thank you, billionaires. Someone appreciates you.

Thank you for infrastructure. Thank you for hospitals and universities. Thank you for aircraft carriers. Thank you for all the things disgraceful politicians bought us with your confiscated money. Thank you for all the corporations that provide great stuff. Thank you for taking risks I won’t take and working harder than I want to.

I’m surrounded by people who cheat the rest of us every day as a matter of routine. Welfare scammers run into the tens of millions, at least. I live in a country where people with no conscience use EBT cards to buy liquor and cigarettes while better people buy their own ramen noodles.

There are whole neighborhoods that are nothing but wealth sinks. The government raises their kids. In prisons, it houses a huge fraction of the adult males and quite a lot of the females. It hands out food, medicine, phones, apartments and all sorts of other things. It pays for programs that help almost no one because almost no one wants to be helped.

Some people owe this country. I am not one of them. If I move somewhere else, America will be worse off, I will be better off, and the country I move to will be improved.

I’m assuming I can move to a decent location. That is still possible.

I don’t often hear people saying they don’t owe America anything, but it’s true for many of us.

I can understand immigrants saying it, provided they didn’t come here from places like Luxembourg or Japan.

Funny thing: I don’t even owe God. That sounds bizarre, but it’s true. He paid the debt I owed him. I don’t owe him for anything in the past, but I definitely have a son’s duty to serve him in the future. And I want to serve him. He’s wonderful, and serving him is a joy. Every good thing in my life came from him, and he gave it all in spite of my revolting attitude and slimy deeds.

I don’t claim America owes me, except that it has a duty to do what our stupid, cruel, clumsy government has promised in return for being a good and loyal citizen. I have done a lot for the citizenry, but I was forced to do most of it, and I don’t consider anyone to be indebted to me for it.

Saying I don’t owe America isn’t the same as saying I don’t love America. I do. Or, rather, I love what America was. I love what little vanishing bits of it still are. I can’t love the whole country. No one in his right mind can love Chicago or Newark. It would be like loving kidney stones.

I suppose I’ve written enough. I have unwound. I don’t know whether I have guessed correctly about Capitalist Nomad’s content. Maybe tomorrow I’ll actually watch a video.

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.

Introducing the Olbermann Index

I keep saying evil spirits are loose on the earth, corrupting people’s minds. They fill us with delusions. That’s why people keep saying so many nutty things these days. It explains a lot of the Democratic Party’s platform. It explains the flat Earth insanity. It explains the people who think the pandemic, not just the virus, was created deliberately. It explains the folks who insist men are women.

Today it occurred to me that there may be a person we can use as our barometer/coal mine canary. Keith Olbermann.

Olbermann is, without exaggeration, deranged. He has both feet planted firmly in police welfare-check territory, not far at all from the threshold of involuntary commitment. He says things so kooky they would embarrass Whoopi Goldberg.

Today, President Trump’s former physician, Representative Ronny Jackson, M.D., described Trump’s ear injury, which he has examined. He says it’s a 2-centimeter-wide wound which is healing normally.

Olbermann made two astonishingly unhinged remarks.

1. “In brief: Ronny Jackson isn’t a doctor. Which is perfect, because Trump wasn’t hit by a bullet.”

2. “Dear @abcnews: Jackson doesn’t have a license. You might as well have cited Doc Martens or Doc Gooden”

He directed the second raving at the X account of ABC News, that noted distributor of pro-Trump conspiracy theories.

Of course, everyone knows Dr. Jackson is…Dr. Jackson. Former White House physician. His license is active. It is not clear where Olbermann got the idea it was not.

Everyone also knows this: an experienced medical doctor who loses his license (unlike Dr. Jackson) will not instantly lose his ability to treat and describe wounds. It’s not like medical school is uploaded to a flash drive, and when they jerk your license, they pull the flash drive out of a port on the side of your head.

I wonder if it would be useful to keep tabs on Olbermann, because maybe the day he runs down a busy street in his underwear, shrieking that J.D. Vance put Tesla nanobots in his Paxil, could be the day before the rapture.

More seriously, if he starts posting demands that his fans go out and start killing Republicans, it may signal a pivot from a mild derangement pandemic to full-on mass hysteria that may require people to avoid going out in public until the Lord calls his children.

This guy is lost. I don’t see any hope of a return to sanity, if he ever was sane.

He is far from alone. One third of Democrats say the assassination attempt was staged. They think it’s possible for a kid 130 yards from a man to deliberately nick his ear, 1/4″ from his skull, while the man’s head is moving, with a crummy AR-15 and a box of rounds he just bought at a local store. No shooter on Earth, with any equipment, could do that.

They’re worse than the liberals who think the police can shoot criminals in the leg whenever they want.

The numbers are staggering. One third. There are supposedly 48 million registered Democrats, so up to 16 million people may have become so detached from reality they should be considered a danger to themselves and others.

Anyway, I will be looking for significant incremental jumps in the lunacy. Maybe it will be enlightening.

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.

Chicago Crust Leaves me Unimpressed

I decided to try my hand at Chicago style pizza again last night. The results were mixed.

There is a guy who has a site called Real Deep Dish Pizza, and he publishes a recipe he calls the Holy Grail. He says he updates the recipe sometimes. You can download it as a PDF. There is no point in linking to the site. You’ll find it fast if you want.

Internet pizza people respect this guy, so I thought his recipe ought to be a good starting point.

I tried mail-order pizza from Lou Malnati’s over the last few days. The cheese pizza was pretty good, although the crust was harder than I thought it should have been. The sausage pizza was not good because the sausage boiled in the sauce. The sauce in Chicago style pizza goes above the cheese, and the toppings to in between, so they boil. There was no browning at all.

I liked one thing about the style. Putting the sauce on top makes it possible to use nearly any cheese. Only a few cheeses will work on top of a pizza. Radiant heat makes cheese behave badly, and if your cheese is in the 98% that don’t work, you will get brown cheese, tough cheese, greasy cheese, wet cheese, or some other disastrous result.

I decided to use Holy Grail crust and my own sauce and cheese. I thought that if I tried plain old grocery mozzarella, and it worked, I would have a secret weapon for those times when I didn’t feel like paying for overpriced cheese locally or driving to get restaurant cheese. I decided to use brick whole milk mozzarella. Not even low moisture. This was risky, because cheese that isn’t low moisture can release a lot of water. I thought it wouldn’t matter, because the cheese was going to be sitting in sauce. The water would go into the sauce, where it couldn’t hurt anything.

I don’t have a 12″ pizza pan, which is what the crust recipe was supposed to fit. I do have cast iron skillets, but I didn’t want to fool with them. I got myself a 9″ by 13″ steel nonstick pan at my local grocery. I did some math and decided I needed to scale the circular recipe up by a factor of 1.1.

Making the dough was no problem. I dumped everything but the oil in the Cuisinart, beat it up, let it rest 5 minutes so the water got into the flour, and blended the corn oil in. I used a lot of yeast, which is generally a bad idea, but I was in a rush. The dough rose fine, and it was easier to handle than ordinary dough. The oil made a difference.

I used a pound of Galbani mozzarella in thick slices. I used a pint of sauce made from Cento crushed tomatoes and a little Stanislaus Saporito sauce, which is tomato paste and basil. I added garlic, oregano, and a little sugar. I used both powdered and fresh garlic because they complement each other.

I baked at 450° for maybe 40 minutes. The pie baked up fine, but I had to put foil over it to prevent the exposed parts of the crust from burning.

The cheese worked. That was a big relief. It was just like the cheese you would find in fried mozzarella in a mid-tier restaurant. The sauce was good, but next time I’ll reduce the Saporito, because it made it a little ketchupy.

The crust was not thrilling. The texture was about like the frozen pies, only better, but the flavor was bland. The crusts on the frozen pies had a corn flavor. There was no cornmeal in them, so it must have come from the oil Malnati’s used. Some people recommend butter-flavored Crisco, which sounds gross.

The crust was too thick, so my guess is that the guy who wrote the recipe for a 12″ pie used too much stuff. It was half an inch thick on the bottom, which is almost twice as thick as the crusts on the frozen pies.

I don’t know if I’ll keep trying, because Sicilian and Detroit style (thinner Sicilian, more or less) are fantastic, and I don’t think Chicago style can measure up, even at its best. I think you have to be raised on it to love it. If I do try, I’ll look for a different oil or shortening. I will definitely use less yeast.

Think about this. New York style is the most popular pizza in North America. It started way over on the East Coast, and they now sell it in Alaska and Hawaii. Neapolitan style has caught on, too. You can find it in every big American city. In 8 decades, Chicago style has gone almost nowhere. There are very, very few places outside of Illinois that sell it. If it’s so great, why doesn’t anyone want it?

You can claim it’s because it takes 45 minutes to get a pizza, but I think that if it were as good as other pizzas, people would wait.

Many Chicagoans say it’s for tourists. Thin-crust Chicago tavern-style pizza seems to get more respect locally.

Tourists. Why would anyone go to Chicago as a tourist. What is there to see? The weather is bad. The land is flat and boring. The people have gone insane. You’re literally safer in a military unit in a war than you are in a Chicago ghetto on a holiday.

Although the Chicago deep-dish style is not that good, I got very useful information from the attempt. From now on, when I don’t have restaurant supply cheese and I don’t feel like paying $11 per pound for deli cheese, I’ll use grocery cheese and put the sauce on top. It won’t work with toppings, because who likes boiled toppings? But it will be great for cheese pizza, which I love.

Now that my pizza adventure has been chronicled, I’ll move on to the convention.

I’m glad J.D. Vance was chosen to run with Trump. He was my choice. He’s conservative, and he’s very smart. I don’t know whether he is popular enough to help Trump win, though. I haven’t studied the issue. Maybe I’m wrong to think he would be a good choice for president. I admit, I’m winging it.

It was interesting to see him get the spot because I have so much in common with him.

Vance’s parents are from Jackson, Kentucky, in Breathitt County. My grandfather was the circuit judge there. As you move eastward in Kentucky, the people get more ghetto. Breathitt is the farthest east of the counties where my grandfather held court.

To be quite honest, the people of Breathitt are a mess. They used to call it “bloody Breathitt” because the people were so violent. My mother used to tell two stories about Breathitt. One was that the Army recruited doctors from Breathitt during wars because they were so used to treating bullet wounds. That’s probably a myth. America has always had plenty of doctors who knew how to treat bullet wounds, and I doubt Breathitt ever had more than two doctors until maybe 1970. The second story was that they never had to draft anyone in Breathitt, because the men were so anxious to enlist and kill people. That, I could believe.

My dad always said there were a lot of people in Breathitt whose eyes were too close together.

There is a lot of white trash there, if you want the truth. The counties to the west of Breathitt are not great, but Breathitt is on a lower level.

Vance is famous for writing a book, Hillbilly Elegy, that became a movie. Ron Howard, that great expert on Appalachia, directed. Hey, he grew up in Mayberry, didn’t he?

Like a lot of people trying to escape the downward pull of Eastern Kentucky, Vance’s parents moved from Jackson to Ohio, and evidently, it was not much of a step up. My understanding is that his parents weren’t much, and they continued dragging him down. He had a grandmother who pushed him to succeed.

I have not read Vance’s book, and I don’t plan to. I have never seen the movie. I saw a clip. It was pretty ridiculous.

On the one hand, Glenn Close, as the grandmother, looked the part. She has a big bony Celt head, just like many of my female relatives. As far as appearance goes, she nailed it. Set her down among my female second cousins, and she would fit right in. The dialogue, however, was way off. No one cursed. No one waved a burning cigarette while talking. No one used any of the colloquialisms I remember from my youth.

Maybe they should have had Cameron Crowe direct it. His grandfather came from Stanton, another county seat where my grandfather served as judge. Crowe’s ear might have been better.

My story is quite different. For one thing, I have never achieved much of anything, nor have I ever had any ambition. For another, my parents were both Mensa material, and both were educated. They never completely overcame their roots. My mother had terrible taste, and my dad held onto his coal-camp manners. But they were very smart. They were well-read.

My dad was the best lawyer I ever knew, and that includes every area of practice, from the library to the courtroom.

Unlike me, Vance has no accent at all. That’s weird. And he seems to have assimilated completely, book and movie notwithstanding.

I have an aunt who gets excited when anyone from Eastern Kentucky does well. She seems determined to convince people Eastern Kentucky is an incubator of unrecognized genius. Any acquaintance of hers who can stand upright and write his name is an unsung renaissance man. She has bragged to me about Woody Stephens and Cameron Crowe. It’s her way of vindicating her strange prejudices about the region.

My aunt told me about J.D. Vance a few years ago. I had no idea who he was, and I did not feel compelled to learn. She thinks he’s fantastic. On the other hand, she holds herself out as a liberal, so I have to wonder how she is dealing with his nomination. She is in no way liberal except in that she pretends to be one and makes excuses for her undeserving demographic, but she has painted herself into a corner as far as Vance is concerned. If she brags about him, she can’t really reconcile it with the reputation she has tried to cultivate. She will offend people she has tried to impress.

She doesn’t think he’s fantastic because he’s conservative or good presidential timber. She thinks he’s fantastic because he’s famous and he came from Eastern Kentucky. That’s all it takes.

Anyway, it’s interesting to see a person with whom I have so much in common, running for the office of vice president. I don’t think his Appalachian background is an asset. It’s just a handicap he overcame.

I was sorry to see that the GOP had a slut speak. I mean Amber Rose. She is a big part of the slut walk movement. She poses for nude photos. She promotes homosexuality. Disgusting.

How desperate are we? This is where razor-thin election margins have put us. Simping for women who sleep with rappers.

I was also sorry to see them let Harmeet Dhillon, a pagan, deliver a prayer. I don’t know anything about her except that she is a Sikh. Sikhism rejects Yeshua’s teachings, so it comes from Satan and leads people to hell, in addition to corrupting their lives here on Earth.

God–Yeshua–isn’t looking down and approving of the GOP for being open-minded. He knows he has been disrespected, and that has consequences.

I’m a monarchist and a theocrat. I obey our laws, and I’m not planning to overthrow the government, but from now on, I will do my best to vote for whoever brings us closer to a Christian theocracy based in charismatic doctrine. I don’t care whom I offend. I don’t care about our idiotic obsession with separating church and state. I don’t care about making people of other faiths comfortable. Yeshua made people extremely uncomfortable. People of other faiths worship demons and go to hell. I don’t support those things.

Religious inclusivity is the most un-Christian policy imaginable.

I assume they will also have prayers from a Muslim and a Jew who thinks Yeshua was a magician and a fraud and who follows sages who made their living teaching blasphemy.

I’m with the GOP because it’s the closest thing we have to a Christian party. The more we strive to be popular, bringing in disgusting people and people who are badly misled, the less salt we have in ourselves and the less motivation God has to help conservatives. When we become just like leftists, God will have no reason to help us.

I can’t vote for a proper party, so I vote for the least-vile party. It’s getting to the point where I have no one to stand with.

I wore my old MAGA hat today, figuring I should honor a man who just got shot for me, along with the others who were shot. I don’t know if I should wear it again. I love Trump, but he’s no messiah, and he and his family put Amber Rose on the stage.

I hope Trump wins, but America is lost either way.

They Pull a Pizza, You Pull a Casserole

I hope it is not tasteless to say it, in view of the suffering that has taken place over the last couple of days, but Donald Trump is riding a sudden wave of success right now. An innocent man died with his arms around his wife and daughter, two other people were seriously wounded, our former president was shot, families were put through an emotional wringer, and the whole crowd was traumatized. Nonetheless, Trump’s campaign is experiencing a huge boost.

The assassination attempt will turn out to be one of the best things that ever happened to Trump, with respect to his political career. On top of that, Judge Aileen Cannon has dismissed the unfairly-brought classified document case that was taking place in Florida. She dismissed without prejudice, based on the conclusion that Jack Smith’s appointment was unconstitutional.

As always, people on the left are reacting in a very nuance-deaf way, saying Cannon is in the tank for Trump and that the 11th Circuit will respond by throwing her off the case, if not the bench. It’s like listening to children. Maybe I can come across more like an adult.

The ruling is interesting for more than one reason.

To begin, Cannon did not reach the immunity question, which was also before her. When judges have multiple issues before them, it’s common for them to rule on one and ignore the rest. Judges say they do this to make courts more efficient, but they are human, so I’m sure they also do it for other reasons.

Cannon says Smith’s appointment violates the Appointments Clause of the Constitution. She opined that the government might be able to fix the problem later, but for now the remedy is dismissal without prejudice. This leaves the door open for a government effort to revive the case.

Does this mean Smith can appeal, get the decision reversed, and have Cannon exiled to Siberia? Of course not. He may be able to get the decision reversed, but guess who gets to look at the motions after that happens? Judge Cannon. The 11th Circuit is not going to rule on the other dismissal claims, so Cannon will be free to do so. She can dismiss the case all over again based on the immunity question. Then the appeal process starts all over again.

Don’t ask me whether the Supreme Court’s recent immunity decision will affect this or Trump’s other cases. I’m not going to sit here and do extensive research for nothing. Maybe it will. Maybe it will kill the Fani Willis case, the Alvin Bragg case, and both Jack Smith cases. It won’t help him in the case brought by unethical New York AG Letitia James, but that case should die on appeal, possibly even before it leaves the state.

Smith is also running the extremely phony January 6 incitement case before Tanya Chutkan. That case has been severely weakened by the immunity decision. Does Cannon’s decision about Smith’s appointment affect the January 6 case? I don’t think so. I think that’s up to Chutkan. Cannon and Chutkan are both at the lowest level of the federal judiciary, which is the district court level. District courts often have conflicts. A district court can strike a law down nationwide, but it can’t force its decisions on other district courts.

I don’t think any of these cases will survive appeal, but I’m talking as an outsider who hasn’t studied them as much as the insiders. They will not be decided before the election or inauguration, so we may end up in a situation where a newly-inaugurated Trump, even if convicted, can pardon himself and throw the courts into a brand-new briar patch. They will have to resolve the issue of whether the pardon is legal, and that will take time. Then if his self-pardon is undone, his successor will pardon him.

As for Trump, today the Milwaukee (Why?) convention starts, and he is on a roll. He has a freshly-bandaged ear for the cameras, which no liberal network can avoid showing the nation. He has that amazing Evan Vucci photo of himself pumping his fist beneath the American flag. He has a fresh dismissal. He still has the debate. He also has the vile behavior of prominent leftists, who have made extraordinarily cruel and sick remarks about him since the shooting. Bet we see them on video at the convention.

Leftists are so crazy–so hardened by demons–they can’t hide it any more. Joe Scarborough’s network took him off the air temporarily, and they openly admit it was because they were afraid his leftist-nut guests would say tacky things about the shooting. They are admitting 1) leftists really do have TDS, and 2) they want to help Biden win the presidency by keeping new ammunition away from conservatives.

That’s really something. The lunatics are policing the asylum, with unwitting transparency.

In other news, I finally tried a real Chicago style pizza. Unfortunately, it was a frozen pizza, because no one around here makes them fresh.

Chicago style pizza is interesting. To begin with, “Chicago style” is a misnomer for two reasons.

First, there are three styles of pizza associated with Chicago. One is stuffed. Another has a thin crust. The third is the one people refer to as “Chicago style.”

Second, it was probably invented by a black woman from Mississippi. I can’t help deriving some childish pleasure from this knowledge, because Chicagoans often go over the top when they praise their pizza.

From here on out, I will use the term “Chicago style” the way most people use it. It refers to a deep-dish pizza with the cheese on the bottom, against the crust. Toppings go on top of the cheese, and then everything is buried in tomato sauce. The crust is on the biscuity side. If I understand it correctly, it’s more crunchy than chewy.

One of the most famous Chicago style joints is named Pizzeria Uno, and if you go there, you will see a plaque claiming the style was invented by co-owner Ike Sewell, a Texan, and first served at Uno in 1943. The story Uno promotes says Sewell’s partner, Ric Riccardo, was dissatisfied with his pizza, so he traveled to Italy to study. Then he came back to Chicago and started serving it. How this is consistent with the plaque’s claim that Sewell invented the pizza is a mystery.

A food historian has pointed out a funny clue: what was happening in 1943? Think hard. Something involving Italy. There is no way an American could have gone to Italy during World War Two to study pizza.

The historian says a black woman named Alice Mae Redmond worked in several Chicago pizzerias, and she’s the one who invented Chicago deep-dish. Because she worked at more than one place, no Chicagoan and no Italian can take credit.

If you have friends from Chicago who love to brag about their pizza and ruin every pizza meal with their moaning, now you have an ace up your sleeve.

One of the best-known deep dish pizzerias is named Lou Malnati’s, and they have such a following, they sell their pizzas over the web. They ship them in styrofoam boxes with dry ice. I have two cousins who grew up near Chicago, and I am told one of them thinks Chicago style is the best pizza there is. His sister says he orders Malnati’s pizza and has it shipped to him in Texas.

I heard about this a long time ago, but I never bothered ordering pizza. I wasn’t that excited about it. The other day I was discussing it with my wife, and we decided to give it a shot. I spent the massive sum of $76.99 for two 10″ pies: one cheese, one sausage. I have tried both.

The pizzas come in disposable round aluminum pans that look like someone sat on them at the factory. You take the pies out, oil the pans, bake at 425° for 35-40 minutes (really more like 50), and you’re ready to go.

The crusts looked hand-formed, and bits of both had broken off in transit. I would say the crust is somewhere between a biscuit and pie crust. It has a corn taste, leading many people to claim it has cornmeal in it. Not true. It does have a lot of oil in it, though, and corn oil is the standard. Yes, corn oil. That Italian staple.

I found the crusts almost too hard. Not like hardtack, but not like biscuits, either. Maybe if you tried to make a biscuit with half of the milk replaced with water, you’d have it. There was very little air in the crusts. They were dense.

The cheese was just melted mozzarella. If you like melted mozzarella, you will like the cheese in a Malnati’s frozen pizza. Nothing there to criticize.

The sauce is tomato puree, water, and maybe a few seasonings. Very nice. Not too sour. Not too sweet.

I’m sure fresh pizzas would be a little better.

The cheese pie was very good, although I would make it with a crust that’s a little less dense. One nice thing about the crust is that it’s strong enough to allow you to use your hands to hold slices that are about an inch thick. Maybe that’s why they make it so hard. Many people eat Chicago pizza with a fork, which is why Jon Stewart called it a casserole.

The sausage pie–the standard Chicago style pie–was not good. There was less mozzarella, and the sausage was boiled. Not kidding. There was a layer of Italian sausage between the cheese and sauce, and when the pie was baked, it wasn’t roasted the way it should have been. It was just plain boiled, in cheese and sauce. It tasted like boiled sausage.

Huge mistake. I don’t know how people can stand it. It’s better than no pizza at all, but a Stouffer’s French bread pizza blows it away. The difference between the cheese pizza and the sausage pizza was huge.

Is there a fix? Yes. Brown the sausage superficially before putting it in the pie. But Malnati’s doesn’t do that.

My conclusion is that a Chicago pie with nothing but cheese and sauce is great, but apart from that, you’re going to be eating gross boiled toppings. This is probably one of those foods you have to be raised on if you want to enjoy it, like my mother’s spaghetti sauce with chili powder and green peppers. My recommendation: avoid. It’s just not good.

My wife likes eating giant maggots called mopane worms. That’s Africa for you. Deep dish pizza with the toppings in the wrong place is Chicago’s bowl of giant maggots.

It’s like Hershey’s, the worst chocolate on Earth. The guy who invented it used a process that creates butyric acid, which is the chemical that gives vomit its characteristic smell. Foreigners who try Hershey’s say it tastes like vomit, and they are right, but if you were raised on it, it seems okay.

What do I take away from this, as a person who likes making pizza?

First of all, my own Sicilian is still the very best pizza I have ever eaten. Nothing else comes close. Not in New York. Not nowhere.

Second, Chicago style could be very good and worth making, in two variations I can think of off the top of my head. 1. Cheese pizza, and 2. topped pizza with the toppings in the right place. Maybe I could go crust-cheese-sauce-cheese-toppings. They say the bottom layer of cheese is crucial to a proper crust, and if I just threw toppings onto sauce, the toppings would boil, so I would have to have another layer of cheese.

I think the second version above is a waste of time. Cheese seems to be the answer.

I discovered a tremendous benefit of the Chicago method. You can use bad cheese and get away with it.

When you make conventional pizza, finding cheese that works is extremely important, and most grocery stores don’t have anything that fits the bill. I go to restaurant supply houses, and I also get away with using grocery deli cheese which costs $11 per pound.

The problem with most cheese is that it reacts badly to radiant heat. Some cheese burns too fast because it doesn’t contain the right amount of fat. Some develops a tough film on top. The film resembles vinyl. Some cheese gives off way too much water or fat.

When you boil cheese, you shouldn’t have these problems. The radiant heat never hits the cheese. It should be possible to use any grocery mozzarella that works in things like lasagna.

I think you could use plain old bricks of whole milk mozzarella, like Polly-O or Galbani and do just fine. They don’t work on top of pizzas.

Some people claim the only real Sicilian pizza has the sauce on top. I think they’re nuts, but it should hide cheese problems well. In a desperate situation, putting the sauce on top could save a pizza, and it may change the crust in a nice way.

To sum up my tentative conclusions, if you’re from Chicago, your style is not that great, it was invented by a black Southern lady, no Chicago restaurant can be pinpointed as the birthplace, and New York still dominates. But Chicago style is worth making if certain very limiting rules are observed.

Will I order more frozen pizzas at a cost of about $40 each? Never. Unless someone sends me a check for, say, 50 million dollars, and money no longer means anything to me.

Oddly, the price tag is not all that far from the cost of a restaurant pie made locally. Call it $30 including tip but not gas. The actual cost of a Malnati’s pie is $37.495, so for about 7 bucks, you can avoid doing dishes. Not a great deal, but not the worst.

If you order 6 pies, they come at $23 each, so not unreasonable at all. Not as good as making your own, better, for maybe $7.

I will probably look into crust recipes.

In closing, I’ll tell you how to sound like your from Chicago. It’s really easy. Say, “My dog is in there,” only say it this way: “My dag is in dere.” People may mistake you for Jim Belushi.

My dag is in dere. It works.