Decorated by the Department of Defense

I just found out my blog has been blocked by the Department of Defense. Amazing! The grounds: “hate” and “racism.” I wonder what that’s all about.

These days, “hate” is like “bullying.” For the most part, it’s a code word for any type of negativity toward homosexuality. I’ll bet that’s what got me flagged. I’m a Christian. I believe the Bible when it speaks against homosexuality and other forms of sexual sin. These days, that’s hate!

I don’t think racism is the issue. I can’t think of anything I’ve written that would cause a problem. I’ve certainly criticized BLM, not to mention affirmative action and corrosive identity poltics, but as of 2018, I don’t think these things would merit a DoD ban. Maybe two years from now they will.

Here’s what I think happened. Someone who looks like Chaz Bono has a job, sitting at a DoD computer, looking for Christian websites to ban. He or she or ze saw my website and pushed the magic button, and there was no oversight, so now I’m gone. There is no committee. There is no hearing. Just a person with a lot of tattoos and a crabby attitude. This is my guess.

The fascinating thing to me is that the DoD babysits employees. You can go to Afghanistan and get your head blown off, but you can’t visit my blog because it’s not safe. If you read my blog, something real bad could happen to you. Worse than breaking your neck on the confidence course or being killed by a grenade in boot camp.

I can understand why they would ban porn sites, gambling sites, and maybe Ebay and Youtube, because they don’t want employees goofing off all day on their computers, but are they really trying to protect their little snowflakes from blogs? Is that a proper function of the Department of Defense? I always think of military personnel as tough individuals who face dangers the rest of us run from, but maybe not all of them are like that.

What an amazing age we live in. Our universities–supposedly bastions of freedom of thought–force conservatives and Christians off campus and pamper the people we offend with puppies and coloring books, and now our military is on the same track!

Here’s what I’m going to do to fight the ban: absolutely nothing. I don’t make money here. I’m not running for office. I don’t care if anyone reads this site or not; not enough to plead my case before the deluded and self-righteous. The government would be doing me a big favor if they shut it down completely. This site can get me in trouble, clearly, but it can’t do much to for me.

I didn’t fight Facebook when they killed my account, either. I started a new one, and eventually, I quit altogether. I am not a joiner, so whenever I get the chance to drop out, I’m likely to take it.

It’s fascinating, watching my predictions come true. It’s really happening. Anti-Christian fascism is here! Now! Today! It’s not “coming.” We have it right now! And I’m already being victimized! I’m not reading about someone else’s problems. It’s me!

It’s shocking to see that our government is this brazen about censoring people for religious and political reasons. And look how they did it! No warning. No notice once it was done. No appeal. No explanation. They MeToo’d me, without even a hint of due process. I have been disappeared, like a Salvadoran whose village picked the wrong team. But this is America! Or at least it used to be.

If this is happening, then the other things I’ve foreseen will happen. They will come after my money and property. Eventually, they will imprison and kill me. I feel like I’ve been projected back into 1930’s Germany, with full knowledge of what lies ahead.

I’ve often wondered what I would have done, had I been a Jew under Chancellor Hitler. It was just idle speculation. It’s not idle any more. They really will come and get me if I live long enough. What will I do?

Again, I will do nothing. I will not join a militia. I will not build a bomb shelter. I will not buy Glenn Beck’s vacuum-packed survival wafers. If they want me, they can have me. When the time comes, put me in a cell and then shoot me. Better yet, just shoot me. When you want this planet, you can have it. I’m not that attached to it. Not if it means being confined here with people who would do this to me.

I’m not afraid of death at all. It’s dying that scares me. I just hope the freak patrol in charge of cleansing sees fit to make it quick.

I feel sorry for conservatives and Christians who are holing up in places like Idaho, rattling their sabers and talking about last stands. It’s not going to work, and even if it did work, the cake wouldn’t be worth the candle. If you have to become a brute in order to take your country back from brutes, you haven’t gained anything. They’ve still won.

The Bible says we’re supposed to be more than conquerors. That means we don’t just defeat our enemies; we turn them into brothers and sisters. Satan always copies God. He thinks the same way. He is more than a conqueror. He doesn’t just want to murder good people. He wants to turn them into bad people. It’s better to die than to cooperate.

I’ve written a lot about how it may be necessary to fend off urban hordes in the future, when the cities dry up and the depraved inhabitants come to places like this to loot whatever remains. My feelings are changing. I don’t think I could take part in that. If I were to use a gun to defend my own property, it would have to be out of fear of violence. I could not do it out of hate or anger.

The Nazis killed many people by relatively humane means. They shot more people than they gassed. The deranged leftists who murdered the last Czar’s children used firearms. Maybe when the chanters and mask-wearers get me, they’ll be as kind as the Nazis. Hopefully they’ll be nicer than the Romans, who crucified Jesus and deep-fried John.

It’s really going to happen. I can’t wrap my head around it. When I was a kid, I thought I’d get a job and marry a woman and have two kids. I thought I’d have a normal life and be part of society. I didn’t expect the entire earth to have a civil war, and I didn’t think I would have to exist as a loner, outside the human family’s general population.

This is just the start. I’m going to lose my Internet access. I’m going to be denied the ability to buy and sell. I’m going to lose my wealth and property. I’m going to be confined. Then I’ll be killed. A lot of people will be taken along with me. It may be a few years, but wait and see.

Come get me. I threaten you with…nothing. You think I’m kidding? You think I won’t do nothing? Don’t push me. I’m not playing.

Humanity is so childish. The thought of stopping the bus and getting off is nothing short of enticing.

I don’t know if military people are (were) reading my blog. If so, sorry to see you go. Sorry to see me go, I should say. Can’t do anything about it.

To whoever flagged me, you need help. God is real. Whatever my faults are, I am telling needy people the truth about him. You are not helping humanity. You are cutting people off from something they need desperately. You’re leaving them in the hands of people like televangelists. You’re not on the right side of history, believe me. Talk to God yourself. Get to know him. Ask him what he thinks. You’ll find out you made a big mistake.

I don’t care about what you did to me. I’m required to forgive people, and like I said, this site isn’t that important to me. If you ever regret what you did, and you wish you could apologize to me, don’t worry about it. Just do your best with the time you have remaining, after you change your mind.

It’s a huge honor to be persecuted. I completely understand why Peter felt he was unworthy to be crucified like Jesus. I’m not worthy, either. It’s very flattering to be attacked for whatever resemblance I may bear to someone who is utterly superior to me. I am not a good person, but I must be doing something right, finally.