If This Isn’t the Bottom, it Will Do Till it Comes

I don’t know how well my readers keep up with public morals. Maybe it will be helpful for me to let you know about a couple of new music videos.

The singer in the videos calls himself Lil Nas X. Apparently all rappers have to be “Lil” something. He is a homosexual. He is a pagan. Not long ago, he started selling converted Nike sneakers called Satan Shoes. Every shoe had liquid in the sole, and supposedly, the liquid contained human blood. The shoes said “Luke 10:28” on the sides.

One of his new videos is called “Industry Baby.” It’s supposed to be a protest against incarcerating criminals. I have not seen the video, but I have read a description, and a disturbing still popped up on my Youtube feed. In the video, Mr. X goes to prison. When he arrives, he dances naked with a group of naked black men. Their genitals are blurred digitally.

In another video called “Montero,” he goes to hell and gives Satan a lap dance. He says, “I’m not fazed; only here to sin.”

The worst thing about these videos is that the public loves them. Americans love a video full of naked, dancing homosexuals and another video showing a homosexual giving Satan a lap dance.

These are popular mainstream videos. “Montero” reached number one on the charts. Your kids can log into Youtube and see them. They’ve already seen them, unless you’re very lucky.

I wish it were possible to take this video back to 1950 and show it to Americans so their reactions could be filmed.

Some people say I’m an alarmist and that America is just going through one of its normal culture swings. It’s pointless to address blindness that profound. America is finished. It’s obvious to you, or it isn’t. If it’s not, all the explaining in the world can’t help you. There was an election. Jesus ran against Satan. We elected Satan. Now America belongs to him.

Our culture is the world’s culture. Foreigners follow us. The problem is global.

How long can it be until Jesus comes to get us? How much more filth will we have to endure? Is it still worth it for God to wait? Is the number of people being saved greater than the number of people losing their salvation? We have to be close to the crescendo.

How much lower can we sink? Maybe this year we’ll see music videos featuring naked women with dogs.

Moses must have felt like this the first time he came down the mountain with God’s tablets. He looked at the pagan Hebrews and saw them singing naked before the golden calf, and he threw the tablets down and shattered them.

The scene he saw must have been a lot like a modern rap video. Naked people, singing and dancing for Satan.

Moses told those who belonged to God to take swords and kill people who worshiped the calf, and after that, God sent plagues among the Hebrews.

God isn’t going to respond with violence now, although plagues are already here. He’s not going to tell us to grab our rifles and kill Satan’s children. Things don’t work that way under the new covenant. He has to do something, though. We can’t stay here indefinitely while the sewage rises past our chins, and we can’t put an end to the world’s decline into damnation.

I don’t think there is any hope of recovery. God doesn’t override free will, and the will of the people is fixed against him.

Meanwhile, my own life is like a bulletproof, stink-proof bubble. I’m not out raging in the streets. I’m not involved in the vaccine wars or the coronavirus passport wars. I’m sitting in my comfortable home, waiting for Fedex to bring an engagement ring. I’ll also be working on travel plans today so my wife and I can enjoy a luxurious honeymoon in Europe. We’ve already spent time praying in tongues together and discussing prophetic dreams and the decline of mankind, and we intend to pray again today. It’s like the lost live on one planet, and we live on another.

Why am I waiting for an engagement ring two weeks after my wedding? It took a long time to have it made. As I’ve written before, I gave Rhodah one of my mother’s old rings when I proposed. It was just a marker.

The jeweler sent me an email describing the ring. She said it looked so good, she had shown it off to her coworkers. She said I had knocked it out of the park. I hope that is true, but I can imagine a jeweler saying that to every customer.

It will certainly be much prettier than the lookalike diamond rings nearly all women get. Now it just has to survive an appraisal. After that, I can hand-deliver it to Rhodah in Spain, assuming Spain is where we start our honeymoon.

Last night I finally got some good information on Stockholm. I watched a long video from a travel Youtube named Rick Steves. It turns out there is more than enough to do there to keep us occupied for two weeks. Our intended destinations are Iceland, Sweden, and Andorra, and Andorra involves a bus ride from Spain. I’ve been trying to find things to do in these countries, and I had been afraid Stockholm would be as boring as Scandinavian humor. If Stockholm can amuse us for two weeks, it will, of course, work very well for the shorter time we intend to spend there.

I didn’t want to go to Spain at first. The impressive cultures in Europe are found in places like France, England, the German-speaking nations, the Netherlands, Russia, Greece, and Italy. In my mind, Spain is more of a middlebrow destination. There is almost no great Spanish literature, for example, and the composers and artists are weak. Also, I’m concerned that it may remind me of South Florida. It may not be so bad, though. I looked at a video last night, and Spain seemed more like a serious country than Cuba, Mexico, and Miami. The construction looks nice. Things seemed to be maintained well. I didn’t see a lot of poor-taste architecture. Maybe we should budget several days in Barcelona and see what happens. The food certainly looks promising.

I think we will probably ditch Iceland. Reykjavik looks like a low-stimulation city. I am told Iceland’s appeal lies in the rural areas. They have a highway called the Ring Road, and it surrounds the nation. You’re supposed to rent a vehicle and see all the natural spectacles on the road, and this takes about two weeks. I’m sure it’s fun, but I’m not spending two weeks in Iceland, and I would much prefer the museums, cruises, and continental food of Sweden.

Iceland would add a couple of thousand dollars to the cost of the trip, for very little return.

Iceland has one attraction Sweden can’t match: The Blue Lagoon. I capitalize the words because it’s a business. They had hot runoff water from a geothermal project, so they diverted it into a natural rock basin. The rock is white (or they painted it). They created a giant outdoor pool which is light blue. You can stand in it and get drunk. People don’t seem to swim or sit. Unfortunately, you have to buy a ticket, and the cheapest ticket costs about a hundred bucks. Also, you have to book your spot days in advance.

Sounds like a lot of fun, doesn’t it? You get herded to your spot, which you can’t leave, and when your time is up, they tell you to get out. While you’re there, you stand in non-chlorinated water thousands of tourists stood in before you got there. And I’m sure they all got out when they had to urinate, just like Americans.

I don’t get hot springs. I have a bathtub. What’s the difference? I don’t like hot tubs, either. Why would I want to sit in water where strangers soak their backsides and privates?

Bathwater is bathwater. Adding a pump, some bubbles, and a giant margarita doesn’t change that.

A friend’s sister told me a story while she and two friends were staying at the Cheeca Lodge resort in Islamorada. They were enjoying a hot tub, and some other guests came along and started badgering them to get out. They were offended.

The other guests walked off for a minute. Two of the girls got out of the tub. The third concentrated for a few seconds, said she was finished, and got out as well.

Iceland also has small, natural hot springs outside the city. They present challenges, however. If you’re not familiar with your spring, you may wade into an area hot enough to cook your skin. That has to be fun. I’ve never seen a blister the size of a welcome mat.

These are the things I concern myself with while America watches naked homosexuals dance on mainstream TV.

The ring just arrived. Have a nice day.