The Dogs Return to Their Vomit

Ordinarily, I do not watch fiction, but for better or worse, I made an exception this week. I watched a bunch of clips from the TV series Vikings.

I was interested because angry, confused Caucasians have been adopting the Vikings, or at least their inaccurate perceptions of Vikings, as their role models. Americans are forming gangs. BLM is a gang. Antifa is a gang. Militias are gangs. A number of gangs think they’re defending the legacy of the Vikings.

There was a Viking named Ragnar. Or maybe there was not. Some historians think the person Viking fans think of as Ragnar the vicious, Aryan-looking king was actually a woman. Anyway, old stories written down long after the figures they describe died say Ragnar had several sons, and they all became leaders. They did things like invading England and battling Christian armies.

The TV series is based on the stories about Ragnar and his sons. Her sons. Zis sons? What’s the possessive pronoun for a gender-fluid Viking?

The show popped up in 2013, just in time to fuel mounting racist hatred, and it ran for 6 seasons.

The show promotes some pretty sick values. The characters are like Crips or MS13 members. They’re all pumped up about drama, honor, violence, cruelty, and revenge. The male leaders are excited about hacking other people up and being hacked up, themselves. Even the women are macho. Unrealistically, they go into battle and kill men with swords. In the real world, this doesn’t happen. There have been female snipers and pilots, but there has never been a female SEAL, because women can’t cut it in infantry-style roles. Real female Viking soldiers would have lasted a few undignified moments on the battlefield, after which the men who killed them would probably have made the obvious use of their dying bodies.

In the show, Christians are depicted negatively, even though the actual Vikings ended up embracing and spreading Christianity. On the other hand, the fake Norse gods are portrayed as real and admirable. Old one-eyed Odin literally shows up and talks to people, encouraging them in their stupidity. If Jesus shows up and tells people to embrace love and return good for evil, I haven’t seen it yet. The show depicts Valhalla as a real place instead of what it actually is: another name for hell.

The show is full of gore, and it depicts a revolting, probably fictional punishment called the blood eagle. Here’s how it works. You restrain your enemy so his back is exposed. You cut two big flaps in the skin of his back so it can be peeled away from the spine and hang off the sides of the body. You take an axe and sever the ribs from the spine, and you open the chest from the back. You pull out the lungs and drape them over the shoulders of the victim, and then you wait for him to die.

Apart from the fact that this torture probably never happened, there are problems with it. First, when you open a person’s chest, he dies, right away. Lungs don’t work unless they’re in airtight cavities. Second, lungs aren’t attached to us by big, long strings of tissue. You wouldn’t have enough slack to drape a person’s lungs over his shoulders.

It’s amazing that we think this stuff is entertaining and permit it to be shown on mainstream TV channels. It’s also dangerous. It gives ideas to people who are fully capable of cutting other people up. It would be bad enough to show real tortures on TV. Giving barbarians ideas for better ones is unconscionable.

The characters in the show look like models from Nazi propaganda posters. Tall. Pale skin. Square jaws. Big muscles. Piercing blue eyes. Blond hair. They look like Dolph Lundgren in Rocky IV. They’re also covered with markings, and they have creepy, tribal-looking hairstyles of the sort which have long been popular among society’s biggest losers: prison inmates.

They look scary, and that is deliberate. The show’s creators want to comfort intimidated, well-behaved Caucasians by convincing them they, too, can be physically intimidating.

I’ll be honest. Non-black Americans are afraid of blacks, and their fears are based partly in fact. While black criminals overwhelmingly attack other blacks when it comes to violent crime, because most of the people they encounter are black, they prefer victims of other races. Honest black people admit this. I have had them tell me and my friends we were not safe in their areas, in order to protect us.

Black people commit most homicides and most violent crime in the US. You can look it up. Maybe you should, especially if you’re black. The truth is important. You should consider it when forming your political and social opinions.

A lot of white people want to be feared, too. It bothers them that no one is scared to insult them or confront them. By conforming to an imaginary, violent Viking ideal, they convince themselves white people are just as tough as blacks and Mexicans.

The push to identify with Vikings started a few years before the show was created. The show was just a way for amoral Hollywood types to capitalize on an unhealthy micro-zeitgeist.

The whole thing is somewhat ridiculous. Westerners (not so much white people) are already the most powerful enemies anyone can have. Our nations are declining, but we have ruled everyone else for centuries, and we still do. Our internal institutions defeat and control people inside our borders who don’t conform to our standards of behavior. Maybe a typical white person would not fare well in a street encounter with non-white criminals, but overall, the system Westerners created is very dominant.

Our weapons are downright horrifying. I don’t just mean nuclear bombs. Go watch a video of an armed C130 using computer-aimed guns to pour lead into a building. If one of these things showed up over your house, there would be absolutely nothing you could do. No hole would be deep enough to save you, and the computers could see you and your family in the darkest night.

Gangs are a real problem for American minorities. Now the gang mentality is picking up new traction among Caucasians, and it will do us just as much harm. Nuts with Viking-rune tattoos are probably going to take white supremacy, which is a tiny, overhyped problem in America, and turn it into a real cancer of large proportions. Then the lives of many white Americans will be just as wonderful as those of minority members who live in gang-dominated areas.

Viking buffs aren’t just adopting the look and the feeling. Some are taking up the ridiculous religious beliefs of the Vikings. They literally believe in Odin and Valhalla. What possible basis could there be for taking that nonsense seriously? The people they admire gave it up hundreds of years ago. If you’re going to embrace the silly hairstyles, why not go all the way and become Christians?

Here are some facts. White blood isn’t superior. White people are not the answer to the world’s problems. Non-white blood isn’t the source. Western culture truly is superior; that’s obvious. But its most important virtues come from Christianity, not white skin or weird European religions involving Wagner characters. Christianity is not a white religion. Anyone can join, and when enough people in a culture join, that culture will reap the benefits.

Most people can sense the hatred that floats in the air now, and many feel a need to join a group and take a side. Satan is exploiting this, driving us to join the wrong groups. He has us dividing ourselves up according to race and nationality. In reality, we should be aligning ourselves with the correct faction in the war between God and Satan.

If you’re a Christian, your brothers aren’t the people who look like you. They’re not even your biological relatives. Every real Christian learns this. In the kingdom of God, brotherhood is based on submission to the Holy Spirit, who is a sentient being who comes to live in us. He tells all of us the same things. He does the same things to transform all of us. He unites us, and that brings us power. Not power to grab an AR-15 and shoot up cities. Power to bless and to be blessed. Power to heal and be healed. Power to forgive and love. Power to get protection from the people who want to make us suffer and die.

Power to be raptured when the time comes to extract us from the LZ.

Sometimes I’m disturbed when I see people pouring into the United States, and I get the feeling that excessive immigration is a problem. It’s not true, though. Immigration itself is neither good nor bad. It depends on who we accept.

If we were only letting Spirit-led Christians in, I would be the biggest open-borders advocate on earth. What they looked like and where they came from would mean nothing at all to me. I wouldn’t care whether they spoke English or had jobs lined up. Bring them in. I wish they would come and flood the place. Africans. Chinese people. Arabs. Bring them in. Do it.

Superficial differences between peoples are not problems in my eyes. The problem is that we are generally admitting people who do not, and will never, belong to Jesus. That makes America an increasingly cursed and hostile place.

I would rather live in a serious Christian country, where the Holy Spirit has really taken hold, and where people are otherwise very little like me, than in the United States. No doubt about it. As for living among tattooed Juggalos with freckles and blue eyes, no, it’s hard to imagine anything worse.

It’s sad that so many American Caucasians feel fake nostalgia for a barbaric, largely imaginary past in which infantile values predominate.

This morning, I was praying, and I kept telling God how much I hate this place. I mean the earth. I asked his forgiveness for complaining. He put me here to do something, and my desire to leave is not as important as the job he created me to do. Nonetheless, I have the same feeling I used to have in Miami, before I escaped to Northern Florida. I am unwanted here on earth. I will never fit in. I can barely talk to people because they have become so crazy and close-minded.

Paradoxically, even though I am sick of Earth, my life is easy, and I enjoy it. I just want to continue it elsewhere, elsewhere, elsewhere. I want to be in a place populated by immigrants, where no immigrant who is against God will ever set foot.

In heaven, we’re all immigrants and adoptees.

God gave me a burning desire to get out of Miami, and within a few years, he fulfilled it. I hope he will do the same thing this time. I can’t wait to be in a place where I don’t read hateful Internet comments every day. I can’t wait to know I will never have to hear about BLM, the NFAC, Antifa, or the Proud Boys again. I don’t want to see Biden any more, with his medically frozen forehead and tiny, confused eyes, struggling to hold onto the precious as the world becomes more and more confusing to him. I want King Jesus as the sole branch of government.

I don’t want to be nagged about nonexistent white privilege, which I couldn’t control even if it were real. I don’t want to hear depressing news about minority crime and abortion. I don’t want to hear that populist socialists are going to tax what I have so their constituents can have the satisfaction of seeing an old white man who never harmed them lose everything and end up greeting people at Wal-Mart.

I never want to wear a mask again.

Imagine living in love and unity with every person you see. Imagine being closer and more devoted to every one of countless fellow citizens than you have ever been with anyone on Earth. Imagine perfect health, perfect vision, and complete peace. This is what home offers Christians.

To sum up, I am not planning on getting any rune tattoos, nor will I ever take up arms and try to make Ragnar proud. I plan to pray in tongues as much as I can and stay as close to God as possible. This strategy works and works and works. The other stuff will probably factor into the worst suffering Americans have ever endured.

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What worse surprises lie in store? Should we brace for impact, or did we just experience it?