Dubai??

Today, having finished exploring the topic of whether I would have to use cattle to pay for my African bride, I did more travel research and tentatively concluded we would have to have our first date in Dubai.

As I told a friend earlier, I don’t know why I haven’t been offered a reality show.

Oh, wait. There is one reason. I believe in God and traditional morals. I don’t think the History Channel’s guilty, virtue-displaying white executives would want to give a show to a guy who says Sports Illustrated is wrong for trying to make normal (i.e. heterosexual) men lust after other men in women’s swimsuits.

I thought we could meet in Israel, but Israel is out of the office at the moment. I thought Sweden would work, because the Swedes didn’t lose their grip on reality when covid hit, but I am now seeing signs that Sweden is closed, too. The various websites contradict each other.

Dubai is not my idea of a great tourist destination. My understanding is that there are hot deserts there, rimmed by artificial land created via dredging, and that all you get to see there are skyscrapers, restaurants, and beaches. And my Zambian lady can’t swim.

It occurred to me today that it’s like Vegas without casinos.

Still, it should be interesting and very comfortable, and it’s not expensive. The food and hotels are supposed to be very good. She says KFC is much better in Dubai than Zambia. Zambians go there and then hit social media to talk about how good KFC is.

She says I can go to Zambia. They have a 14-day quarantine, but she says it’s not enforced. The reason? Zambia.

I still can’t believe Sports Illustrated is doing that. They’re trying to convince millions of men (actually, with current circulation figures, hundreds) that homosexuality is normal because some of them become aroused by photographs of men who have been surgically altered and Photoshopped to look like women. Sorry, leftists. It does not work that way. If a man is only attracted to other men when they look nearly exactly like women, he’s not a homosexual, and that becomes obvious when he finds out the truth and loses his lunch.

If you want to prove it’s normal for men to lust after other men in bathing suits, put Lebron James in the swimsuit issue. See how that goes.

The guys who see no problem with drag models, and who lecture the rest of us, are simply men who don’t realize they’re gay. If you know your partner is a man, and you can see the signs, and you’re fine with it, you’re a homosexual. Don’t tell the rest of us what we want.

My passport application is filed. No idea how long that will take. I have read that I can have Washington speed it up once I have tickets.

My lady has bar exams coming up, and she needs to buckle down in May in order to do well. That means if we miss an April launch window, we’re in trouble. If God wants us to get together, it will happen. I hope he does, because video chat is a very poor substitute for meeting in person.

I am not optimistic about the world’s immediate future, so I wonder if we should be waiting around. If travel becomes impossible after our date, how will we seal the deal? I think the apocalypse is starting, and if it is, then we will see more plagues, including plagues of war and lack, not just disease. Travel could become a real problem.

It’s not my job to fight the battles directly, though, so I won’t worry. I will maintain a good prayer life and expect help from above.

We still pray together every day, for a long time. We’re doing intercession, not just praying for ourselves. A friend of mine thinks spirits are infecting his house, so we are fighting for him. I’m sure he’s right. It’s tremendous, having a powerful partner to work with.

I made Miss Zambia’s picture my phone’s wallpaper. It keeps startling me. I’m used to seeing a photo of a horse, but now it’s an unusually beautiful woman, and I actually know her. I didn’t download a picture of Tyra Banks. Who would not look quite as good, to be honest.

I don’t know how things could get any stranger, but 2020 taught me not to rule anything out.