“I Thought I Heard a Scream and a Thump”

I’m sitting around watching the storm news. It’s not easy to stop, because it keeps changing all the time. One minute, you’re sure the problem is gone. The next, it seems to be headed your way again.

I guessed this thing would land near Apalachicola, endangering possibly tens of homes and a half-built Valero station. Sadly for me, it made a lurch to the east between 5 p.m. and 8 p.m., so now it’s looking more like it will be maybe 30 miles east of Apalachicola, making it closer to me as it passes my latitude.

I can’t believe they named the storm Debby. They spelled it wrong, and every self-anointed wit on the web is saying things like, “Debby does Tampa.”

The TV weather people look unbelievably disappointed. I can almost hear the men thinking, “I waxed my chest for this?” Not that I’m saying all TV weathermen are gay. I’m sure some of them are not.

They thought it would be a hurricane at 8 p.m. tonight, and it’s still just a tropical storm. The farther it goes without becoming a hurricane, the less likely it is to to make the cut and the weaker it will be when it finally finds Florida.

It’s so lame, they’re forecasting gusts, not sustained winds. Gusts are the smartphone filters of hurricane forecasts. They make storms seem much more impressive than they are.

Andrew hit my dad’s house down south with sustained winds of about 170 miles per hour. Debby is forecast to hit Crystal River, which will be closer to the eye than I am, with 46 mile-per-hour gusts. That could mean sustained winds of 20 or even 10 miles per hour. We had a stiff gust early this afternoon–maybe 25 miles per hour–when the background wind was basically nonexistent.

Saying a storm has 70 mile-per-hour gusts is like Burt Reynolds saying, “I’m about six-one,” when everyone knew he wore boots with 4″ heels.

Some guy from Accuweather was practically squawking that Debby would be Category 2 upon arrival. He wanted to sound serious, so he didn’t use his indoor voice. Channel 10 in Tampa, in contrast, has given up. They keep saying, “This will not be a WIND storm.” If it’s not a wind storm where you are, it’s not a hurricane. It means the real hurricane either missed you or didn’t exist.

I think they see the writing on the wall and don’t want to be embarrassed.

Debby was “doing” 70 at 8 p.m., already north of Tampa, and Cat 2 starts at 96. I do not see that happening.

Debby could be one of those storms that shocks everyone, but obviously, unusual storms are less likely than normal storms.

Channel 8 has a thing they call the Wobble Tracker, and it’s really just a live radar feed with the historic and anticipated future track superimposed on it. At 9:20, it looked like the eye of the storm was breaking up and moving back west a little. I wonder if it’s dying. That would be great. And hilarious.

I have already suffered with this storm, though. We got maybe two hours of very heavy rain, and we had dinner while it was coming down. I looked out the window while we were eating, and I saw water coming over the side of a roof gutter instead of going out the downspout.

I have a guy who cleans my gutters, but I don’t believe in calling him unless I see a problem. I looked at the gutters several weeks ago, and I thought they were fine. Looks like I was wrong.

I went outside in the nasty rain and saw that water was pouring over the top of the downspout, so something was blocking the flow.

I thought maybe there were leaves inside the downspout. I paid to have the leaves removed from the gutter, but I never mentioned the downspouts.

I really did not want to climb out a bedroom window and try to check the gutter and downspouts from the roof. I did not want to ruin my wife’s Sunday by dying. I came up with a plan. I got my giant backpack blower, inserted the nozzle in the bottom of one downspout, and fired away. Black, rotten leaves and dirty water blew out of the downspout, and most of it came down on my back.

The water flowed better, but I was not sure all was well.

As I was already wet and filthy, I decided to get on a ladder and look at the gutter from the top. There was a lot of junk in there. I reached in and pulled some out, but I knew where I was going. It wasn’t enough.

Before long, I was on the roof in pouring rain, wearing only gym shorts and hiking shoes, grabbing filth out of the gutter and throwing it in a mop bucket. Nice. Welcome to home ownership. You have to fix stuff when it needs to be fixed, regardless of whether it’s fun. Otherwise, you pay a steep price. It’s not like being a kid or a tenant. They get to do nothing.

It was better than having water back up into the house and ruin the kitchen ceiling. I came back in, covered with dirty water, and asked my wife if she was glad she wasn’t the husband at that moment. She most certainly was.

She told me how lame most husbands seemed to her, compared to me. I didn’t see that coming. She said most men can’t do anything. Her brother-in-law’s rented house had a bad lock on a gate, and when his family moved to another house, a locksmith had to be called to fix it.

It’s nice to be appreciated. All those years getting acquainted with tools have paid off. It’s too bad I didn’t know enough about gutters, though.

Now the gutter and downspouts are 90% clean, which is enough to keep the water moving until the storm goes away. I plan to make a PVC-pipe tool to attach to a blower to reach into the gutter and blow leaves out. Doing it by hand is not very safe, since the only thing between me and concrete is a pool enclosure screen. Part of the roof by the pool is very steep.

I am going to try to go to sleep. The storm looks like it’s getting weaker, not stronger, and in any case, it appears to pose no threat to my property. There is a chance a neighbor’s tree could fall across a wire and kill my power, but that’s about as bad as it should get.

Luckily for me, a power company employee lives on this street.

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.

Hurricane Insurance Time

Today I’m trying to finalize my homeowner’s insurance.

Last year, I paid $8,000 for insurance. A fortune. Most of it was due to the hurricane problem.

In my mind, Florida policies are divided in two parts: ordinary insurance and hurricane insurance. The latter part is what kills us. I can get pretty good insurance here for under $1,300, but I have to omit storm insurance.

Storm insurance usually has a deductible so high it is useless for anyone whose house doesn’t, at minimum, lose a big percentage of its roof. If, for example, a storm ruins your landscaping and takes out a garage door and a bunch of windows, you’re going to pay for all of it, plus your insurance premium. I’m looking at deductibles in the area of $40,000. I would have to have extremely serious damage to make a $40,000 deductible anything but a total liability shield for my insurer.

The question for a homeowner is whether the high price and low reward are justified by the risk of damage.

Determining the risk of damage is difficult because just about everyone in every industry behaves like a hysterical woman when discussing hurricanes. They make gross exaggerations.

I just saw a graphic saying that winds above Category 4 were catastrophic and would “destroy” “most” affected homes. That’s not even nearly true.

I was in Andrew, before the post-Andrew building codes. Sustained winds in my county approached 180 mph. Hurricanes are measured by sustained winds, not gusts. A wind is sustained if it lasts at least 60 seconds. Anything beneath 60 seconds is a gust.

The Chicken Littles love to rate storms by their gusts. That’s dishonest. They’ll say, “This storm packs winds of up to seventy miles an hour!” Yeah, and they last 4 seconds. It’s the sustained winds that count.

When Andrew hit Miami, tens of thousands of homes were hit by sustained winds over 150 mph, so of course, most were completely destroyed. Not. In fact, only a tiny percentage were destroyed. I was in my dad’s house, and we got winds of around 170 mph. We didn’t lose the roof, one wall, or one window. We didn’t lose one roof tile.

It was a bad time. The yard was a mess. Big trees went down. But the house wasn’t destroyed.

Even in the famous Country Walk development, which suffered damage so bad tourists drove by and shot video, generally, houses were not completely destroyed. Many lost their flimsy second stories, but they were not destroyed.

Over the last few years, I have held the belief that I live in a hurricane-proof area. I based that on research. I was not able to find any evidence that my area had EVER sustained hurricane-force winds, meaning winds of at least 75 mph. There have been tropical storm winds. The term “tropical storm winds” means winds of between 40 and 74 mph. But in reality, we almost always get the lower end of the scale, for brief periods.

I have walked around in my yard during periods when Chicken Littles on news stations were screeching about our winds, and it was actually pleasant.

Because I have been preparing to reinsure, I have been doing more research lately. I saw something disturbing. A website implied Ocala, the nearest big city, had been hit by a storm with 161-mph winds in 1928. I was about to get insurance without wind coverage, but that made me pause and do more research. I thought maybe I was wrong to forgo wind insurance.

Then I found out the website, Firststreet.org, was broadcasting nonsense. It looks like it’s a garbage website.

The 1928 storm made landfall in West Palm, with winds of 145 mph. Hurricanes weaken as they approach land, and when they come ashore, they weaken even more. West Palm is 250 miles away, so you can imagine what the winds were like once the storm got to the place where my house stands.

The way hurricanes weaken is interesting.

When you see a meteorologist joyfully proclaiming a storm has Category 4 or 5 winds, most of the time, the storm will be over water, far off the coast. That’s because hurricanes get all of their power from hot air rising off warm water. Closer to shore, the water is cooler, so the winds drop. Just before hurricanes make landfall, they are generally considerably weaker than they were over the water.

When their eyes hit land, things really fall apart. The power source is gone at that point. You never see a hurricane eye in Georgia or Alabama. Just disorganized rain and wind.

I am about 40 miles from the coast on one side and 70 on the other. Forty miles may not seem like a big distance compared to a hurricane, but it’s a very effective buffer.

I can’t find any record of hurricane winds hitting this place. Orlando is slightly less favorably situated, and it has never had anything worse than Category 1, which means 75-95. I haven’t found any authority saying they even hit 75. ChatGPT thinks Orlando maxed out at 59, and I can’t find any record of Disney World being hit by a hurricane.

Disney World is about 53 years old.

ChatGPT’s best guess at my area’s top recorded sustained wind is 61 mph, back in 2017. I was here. The house was here. No damage. Just tree problems, with two landing on fences. I don’t recall seeing anything that looked like a 61-mile-per-hour storm. Humorously, there is an article from the local paper that says Irma came through “packing” 65-mile-per-hour winds. They love “packing” and “hurtling.”

What about water?

Coastal people are the real hurricane victims, unless you count inland people who live in feeble structures or near trees that should be cut. Coastal people get the highest winds, and they also get storm surge and flooding. Flooding comes from both rain and storm surge.

I get no storm surge. I get no flooding. Before my dad bought this place, I checked it out, and it really can’t flood. The government has a website that tells you where floods can happen.

Flooding and storm surge are impossibilities.

What about tornadoes?

There, I have a problem. No one can predict where a tornado will hit, and there have been a few in this area since I arrived. They didn’t flatten houses, but they did damage roofs pretty badly. If I give up wind insurance, I won’t be able to keep tornado insurance. It’s all or nothing.

There are thousands and thousands of houses here. Almost none have been hit by tornadoes since I arrived, but it could happen to me, just as I could be struck by lightning. Should I insure against it?

Doubtful. Those deductibles are really something, compared to the likely damage.

One nice thing about a tornado is that getting repairs fast afterward is a cinch. After a bad hurricane or tropical storm, all the contractors get booked up fast, so people with homes they can’t live in have to find temporary quarters and hope no one loots their properties. Tornadoes don’t affect enough people to tie up a lot of contractors.

I can build a new house without help if I have to, but there is no way a storm will make total reconstruction necessary, so there is no way an insurer will pay that much. I might need total reconstruction if there is a fire, but that’s covered without wind coverage.

My inclination is to forget wind insurance. It’s mainly a way to put coastal people on welfare. Insurers know I won’t have any wind claims, and they know coastals don’t want to pay $15,000 for insurance, so they spread the cost out, putting the screws to me in order to make their product cheaper and more appealing to coastals. It’s like the health insurance people in their twenties pay. They don’t get sick, so their money goes to old people with COPD, cirrhosis, and type 2 diabetes.

It’s not a conspiracy theory. My buddy Mike knows an insurance broker, and he told Mike the purpose of high premiums in areas like mine was to pay for damage far away, on the coasts.

I wish people would stop lying about hurricanes. They get excited about them. We love exaggerating misfortune, trying to impress each other with our delusional versions of what is likely to go wrong. In the case of hurricanes, it makes it hard to get important information.

I will make a decision today.

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.

Get Used to Hearing That Cackle

What a disappointing day. Joe Biden finally got his wife’s permission to drop out of the presidential race. As of now, Dr. Jill Biden, First Lady, is no more.

Welcome back, Mrs. Joe Biden.

You know, Joe and Kamala are both doctors. They hold Juris Doctor degrees. Unlike an Ed.D., which is what Jill Biden and Bill Cosby have, a Juris Doctor requires slightly above average intelligence. It’s not a Ph.D., but it’s better than an Ed.D. Still, no one ever says “Dr. Joe” or “Dr. Kamala.” No one ever said “Dr. Michelle.”

Just putting it out there.

As of today, people are scratching Mrs. Joe Biden’s name off invitation lists. Some, I would guess, with sighs of relief. There may even be giddiness.

This is pretty much what I expected. Demented, arrogant, stubborn, and angry, Joe held out until they nearly had to give him roofies and have a ventriloquist withdraw for him.

Now we face Kamala. Joe has endorsed her, but not until after he withdrew, signaling a certain reluctance. My impression is that he doesn’t like her very much. It could be that he remembers her calling him a racist in a 2020 debate, or it could be her persistent refusal to do anything whatsoever, or put her name on anything, as vice president.

I was afraid Hillary Clinton might get into the race, but she has endorsed Harris, so we can breathe a sigh of relief. Hillary might have beaten Trump.

Her health is no good, and I doubt she could manage to campaign without collapsing a few times. We all remember the video of her handlers practically rolling her into her special black lift van. They got her to the open door on her own two feet, more or less, but when it opened, she dropped like ImClone stock after Martha Stewart sold it.

They literally propped her up against a bollard to make it look like she was okay.

When you talk about today’s Democrats, you have to say “literally” a lot. That was not always true.

She may not be up to the stress, either. Insiders say she threw a drunken, screaming fit the night she lost the 2016 election. That was 8 years ago, and she has not gotten any younger.

Newsom says he’s not running, which is good. I don’t want to see endless uncensored videos of piles of excrement on California sidewalks. Whitmer won’t run, either. It would be hard to sell the sane states on a tyrant who literally put the population of Michigan under house arrest for months.

I guess it’s Kamala, and that’s about as much as we could hope for. Biden is not very bright, yet, remarkably, she is conspicuously less so. She says bizarre, patently unintelligent things and cackles ingratiatingly, looking around for support which usually doesn’t come. “ACK ACK ACK ACK ACK ACK ACK ACK.” A lot of voters will get tired of hearing that before the election.

Kamala’s initial failure to pass the California bar exam will surely come up repeatedly. That will help.

It’s a big deal when a lawyer fails a state bar exam with no extenuating circumstances. The California test is hard as bar exams go, but a lot of people who are not very smart have passed it on the first try.

I remember taking the Florida exam. I didn’t prepare all that well for it, and when I left the test room on the last day, I wondered if I had failed. Then I found out I had done exceptionally well. That should give you an idea how hard a typical bar exam is, and while the California test is harder, it’s not the Physics GRE.

God may be giving us a big break here. I certainly hope so. The thought of having Kamala Harris as our president is too painful to dwell on. And who would she choose to run with her? Maybe someone even worse. What if she picks Elizabeth Warren?

Biden’s presidency has been disastrous, but I would take him over Harris all day every day.

My thinking is that Biden held out for three reasons.

1. He is arrogant and demented.
2. His wife really, really wants to remain First Lady instead of being relegated to going to charity luncheons in moldy, starless Wilmington ballrooms three times a year.
3. Somebody has to pardon the Bidens. Federal crimes have a 5-year statute of limitations, and a lot of skulduggery has taken place among the Bidens relatively recently.

I think powerful people sat Biden down this weekend, just like Obama and Hillary sat him down in 2015, and told him it was time to sing his 10 o’clock song.

Remember that? Biden assumed he would be the nominee back then, but in those days, people still remembered him as a perennial butt of jokes from both sides of the aisle. He took his job and himself seriously, but no one else in the White House did. They sat him down and made him accept the truth: he was not a real vice president. He was just a harmless-looking running mate intended to make people feel better about Obama.

People forget, but it was remarkable to see an 8-year vice president get the foot in the face from people he worked with every day. As we all know, it’s just assumed that a vice president will get the nod when his boss’s last term is up. When it doesn’t happen, it means only one thing: a lack of confidence from party insiders.

He won in 2020 mainly because Hillary was too feeble and a lot of spoiled brats were angry at Trump for no reason at all. People like me said Biden was demented, but in those days, he was somewhat more coherent than he is now. Democrats decided they could prop him up like Strom Thurmond, and the public accepted it.

Obama and Hillary put him through something resembling the Total Perspective Vortex; the fictional machine that crushed Zaphod Beeblebrox’s deranged self-admiration and made him understand how insignificant and unimpressive he was.

I guess they kept the Vortex oiled and calibrated in case Biden needed to be deflated.

So how did they convince Biden to quit?

They could not fix his dementia or arrogance, so that wasn’t a factor. They could not promise Mrs. Joe Biden she would continue to pal around with the Clooneys and the Hankses. She will definitely be exiled to Wilmington, where she risks becoming the state’s Miss Havisham without the clout. Here’s one thing they could offer: relief from federal prosecution for the whole Biden clan.

It may be that if a Democrat wins, we will see a suppression of Biden-related criminal investigations and prosecutions, and we could possibly see a series of pardons and/or commutations. This may be what they promised Joe to get him to quit.

Will Biden have the sand to pardon Hunter before he leaves office? That’s a great question. He won’t do it before the election. That’s for sure. Not unless he is forced to resign before we vote. But after? What does he have to lose? If the election is in the bag, and he is about to be trundled off to Wilmington to die, maybe he will want to save his son more than his legacy. It would be hard for anyone to resist that temptation. Even a decent person.

I think Jill and Hunter had to be shouted down, and the Biden bros and the Biden sis must be nervous right now.

These are my guesses.

I wish Biden had continued his campaign, but Kamala is about the best second choice we could hope for. She will probably lose, and if she wins, she will make an insufferable ass of herself every day, resulting in an extremely weak presidency that helps Republican officeholders of every imaginable level. The damage done to the federal judiciary will be severe, but it won’t be any worse than what Biden would have done.

Kamala’s insufferability tour starts now.

Will Biden resign the presidency now that he has as much as admitted he can’t do the job? No. Mrs. Joe Biden can only be pushed so far.

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.

Get Ready for Your Last Stand

For some reason, I started reading about stand mixers. While I was doing that, I decided to see which one is currently considered the ultimate. I could be missing out.

When I say “ultimate,” I don’t include commercial mixers. I’m talking about mixers that sell for less than a grand.

What do people always say when you say “mixer”? “KITCHENAID!” Sadly, they have been fooled.

Kitchenaid makes great-looking mixers based on the old Hobart Kitchenaid commercial mixers. Not the real Hobart commercial mixers with bowls big enough to bathe a golden retriever. The little-bitty ones with 5-quart bowls.

Hobart is a commercial appliance maker, and they started the Kitchenaid company in 1919 to make mixers. Hobart doesn’t make Kitchenaids any more. They make real commercial mixers starting at over $4,000.

The old Hobarts looked like modern Kitchenaids, but they were simpler and tougher. They had strong gears that lasted decades. Modern Kitchenaids look like Hobarts on the outside, with added levers and buttons and lots of pretty colors designed to fool women, but they have plastic gears, and they fall apart.

Even Kitchenaid’s “Pro Line” mixers come with a warning. You’re not supposed to knead dough for more than two minutes because your motor might burn up. I guess this protects the plastic gears.

I think this is Kitchenaid’s (Whirlpool’s) way of voiding warranties. They sell you a tool to do a job, knowing it’s not fit for the purpose. You try to use it, and they say you abused it.

You buy, you keep. So sorry. CCP keep you money.

It’s strange that Kitchenaid mixers came from Hobart, and Kitchenaid now pretends it has a “pro” line. Hobart’s Kitchenaid was the real Kitchenaid pro line. CCP-adjacent Kitchenaid doesn’t make commercial-grade products.

When I decided to look at current reviews, I went to America’s Test Kitchen. They have done a fantastic job in the past. Before they fired Christopher Kimball. They do tons of testing. Before they will give you a cookie recipe, they’ll make hundreds of cookies. I thought they would know about mixers.

Guess what they recommended? “KITCHENAID!”

In the review itself, they said the mixers might burn up when kneading past the two-minute mark. So they recommended mixers…you can’t actually use. Many, many doughs go way past the two-minute mark.

Those kids can’t be trusted without daddy in the house. Everything went to pot when Christopher Kimball left.

What else do they like? Ankarsrum. Named for a town in Sweden, or maybe Norway, like there’s a difference. Ankarsrum mixers are supposed to be lifetime appliances, and they do a great job. For the low price of $750. Caveats: they’re hard to use, so you might ruin things you’re trying to cook. But they’re great. Really.

I don’t see the logic. If there were nothing else available, I would understand. But what if there is something else?

They didn’t test the something else. They didn’t test Bosch or Nutrimill. These companies offer more or less the same thing. Bosch calls it the Universal Plus mixer. The Bosch version has a side thing on it you can use to attach other implements. You can grind meat and shove it into sausage casings with it. You can grate big blocks of cheese.

I’ve had one of these for maybe 15 years. I got it when I was making pizzas for a church run by con artists. They already had a tiny Hobart, and it would make a few portions of dough. The Bosch will make 14 one-pound loaves of bread in one shot. Yes, you read that correctly. It’s crazy. That’s enough dough for 14 16″ pizzas.

The Bosch is light. It’s quiet. It’s easy to clean. It lasts forever. It does a very good or great job with everything. You can get a new Nutramill without the Bosch side tower for $300, so less than half the price of an Ankarsrum.

Years ago, I had a complaint with the Bosch. It has a plastic pillar sticking up in the middle of the bowl, and when I made cheesecake, batter would stick to the pillar. It didn’t get mixed in. Now they have a scrapey thing you attach to the pillar, and it shoves unmixed material back where it will get mixed. Problem solved.

I have no idea why ATK didn’t review the Bosch. They should know about it. It’s famous among home chefs and pizza makers. It’s the number-one mixer for serious pizza at a consumer-mixer price.

The Universal Plus has suction cups on the bottom to keep it from jogging around your counters. ATK says it doesn’t like suction cups, because they don’t stick when flour gets on them. Hmm. How could that be fixed? Let’s start a second Los Alamos project. Maybe you could stop setting the mixer down on counters covered with flour.

Maybe ATK isn’t that great now. They also jacked up their prices. Here’s a tip. If you subscribe, and they send you an email with the new Biden-level price, turn them down. They’ll email you again and give you over 50% off.

I would rather have a 12-pound mixer with suction cups than a heavier mixer that relies on mass I have to lift. Not that the Ankarsrum is all that heavy at 18 pounds.

I also have a 7-quart Cuisinart SM-70 stand mixer. It used to get good reviews, but they seem to have vanished. It’s the same mixer Kenwood makes or made. It has been fantastic for me (used very rarely), but you literally need hearing protection to use it. No exaggeration. Cuisinart makes a different mixer now.

The Cuisinart supposedly has 1000 watts of power, and it has done everything I asked it to. It also has a timer with a digital display. Cuisinart is kind of a hinky company, though, so I now avoid buying their products unless there are no substitutes.

Since I bought the Cuisinart, a lot of people have said some pretty nasty things about the reliability, so maybe it’s not so great. Because I have a hand mixer and the Bosch, the Cuisinart has had a very easy life. It has not been tested. It has coasted along like Hunter Biden.

I went for big mixers because no one wants to spend maybe $400 on a kitchen tool and then have an event where it won’t get the job done.

I believe I got the Cuisinart because I was tired of scraping cheesecake batter off the center pillar of the Bosch bowl. I kept the Bosch because it was so wonderful otherwise, and then Bosch fixed the pillar problem.

If you have a Kitchenaid, you’re probably pretty upset right now. I don’t blame you. I understand why you bought it. They look great. And ATK recommends them highly.

It looks like Ankarsrum mixers are only for people who bake every day. I say go with Bosch or Nutrimill. Nobody likes a learning curve that has to be ascended over and over and provides no real benefit.

I still need a good hand mixer. I bought a little Cuisinart 7-speed, but it was annoying because it always started at top speed. It starts in first gear, but for the first half-second, it goes much faster. Then it slows down. By then, it has thrown your ingredients on the wall. I bought a new Cuisinart 9-speed with slow start, which it does not actually have. It literally does exactly what the cheaper one did. I emailed them, and they told me to return it to Amazon, because they didn’t care. The return date was long past.

When I finally get a decent hand mixer, I’ll be like $150 into it at the start because of the Cuisinarts that went to Goodwill.

That’s it, I guess. Avoid Kitchenaid and Cuisinart. Bosch is good. Ankarsrum is probably good if you like a pointless challenge. ATK is suspect.

Good luck with your pizza and cookies.

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.

Twitter Still Stuck in 5th Grade

Youtube is memory-holing a lot of firearm channels this summer.

The term “memory hole” comes from 1984. The protagonist, Winston, worked for a censorship and revisionism agency called the Ministry of Truth. In his job, he had to get rid of documents the government did not like, and in order to destroy them, he dropped them into the memory hole, which was a tube that led to an incinerator.

Like the ministry, it had an ironic name, because it was really the forgetfulness hole. Things went into it to be forgotten, not remembered.

Interestingly, one of the worst punishments of days gone by was the oubliette. The name comes from oublier, the French word for “forget.” An oubliette was a cavity with one small opening. An oppressor would lower someone he didn’t like through the opening and then forget him. I don’t know how they got food and water in and feces and urine out.

Oubliettes are also called dungeons.

According to Wikipedia, which has to be right sometimes, it is believed that some structures now called oubliettes are actually old cisterns which have been mislabeled in an effort to wow tourists. That’s interesting, because the word says Jeremiah was thrown into a cistern. It makes more sense to me now.

The practice of putting things and people into holes in order to erase their memory explains hell, which is literally a hole where God puts people the rest of us will eventually forget. One of the worst curses in Judaism is to have your name and memory forgotten. Orthodox Jews call Yeshua “YESHU” because it’s an initialism for “May his name and memory be blotted out forever” in Hebrew.

A friend of my wife’s just had a dream. He was in Israel, a place he has never visited. He was in a golden city. Other people were arriving. They knew they were being prepared for a wonderful event. Everyone was happy. They were walking around looking at all the beautiful objects. A Muslim family showed up, and they were highly distressed because they had to leave. The friend worries about his mother and sister, who are not good Christians. In the dream, they were not with him, and he could not remember them.

He’s Zambian, but is family comes from India, from Hindu stock. His mother and sister are not real Christians. His mother likes keeping Hindu artefacts around,, thinking they will benefit the family. That’s idolatry.

The dream was consistent with beliefs about heaven and the rapture. In the rapture, people are called away to heaven, and the event they are summoned for is the wedding of Yeshua.

The left belongs to Satan, and it is working hard, not just to punish its enemies, but to silence them and erase their memory from the world. And Youtube’s channel-deletion campaign is part of it.

Get used to it. It will get worse.

Youtube has gone after a popular gun channel in which an old man from Tennessee shoots various guns in his backyard. He’s popular, so various businesses supply him with ammunition and guns, and he recommends them. Somehow, this violates Youtube’s new policies, retroactively.

One of the neat things about modern leftists is that you can’t save yourself by obeying them in the present and future. They make new rules and apply them ex post facto so you become guilty in the present even if you were in originally in compliance or you repented before the rules were made. Repenting after the rules are made is generally pointless. There is no forgiveness.

Youtube is controlled by arrogant, deluded, willfully stupid, cruel young socialists and pagans who have no principles and no empathy, so Youtube keeps getting worse. The noose tightens more and more.

I use Youtube because you can still get away with a lot there; you can say a lot of controversial things that are true without being banned or having your videos deleted. This is especially true if their shadowbanning has minimized your viewer base. They go after big Youtubers first. I’ve had videos deleted, but not many. I’m a tiny fish there.

When I saw that they were going to delete 2,700 of the gun guy’s videos going back about a decade and a half, I thought about X. Elon Musk claims he wants to make it competitive with Youtube.

Every so often, I check X out to see if I should use it. I delete my account over and over, so you would think I would be done with it, but with Musk’s video aspirations in mind, I decided to check it out one more time.

Nothing has changed. The interface is nothing like Youtube’s. It’s not useful for finding videos. It’s cluttered with people screaming vitriol at each other on a 5th-grade level. It’s full of opportunists trying to get rich by accumulating followers. It’s jammed up with people saying exactly the same things over and over without attribution. It’s junior high with no teacher present to slam a ruler on his desk.

If they want video, they are going to have to replicate Youtube, just like Rumble did, only better, because Rumble is clumsy.

I guess I’ll delete my account again.

A lot of people “there” are losing their minds over Amber Rose and Harmeet Dhillon.

Rose is a slut who became famous by having sex with rappers and producing pornography. She sells pornography right now. She says she’s an atheist. She’s a founder of the slutwalk movement. She has no place in the GOP. But the RNC invited her anyway under the big tent theory. The idea is to keep lowering standards until just about everyone on Earth can be considered conservative. The obvious down side is that when you accept your enemies into your midst, you become like them.

This is obvious to intelligent people, but not to a big percentage of Republicans. The ones who want tight borders and low taxes but don’t care about God.

People are saying the kind of stupid things you would expect. They’re comparing Rose to Mary Magdalene, whom tradition says was a whore. They’re saying we should not judge people based on their past mistakes. Obviously (so tired of needing that word), any whore who ran around with Yeshua was a repentant whore whose mistakes were in her past, not her present. Amber Rose is still at it, hammer and tongs.

Other people are squawking over Harmeet Dhillon, a Sikh who prayed to an unclean spirit on the convention stage.

One side says, correctly, that pagans should not be leading prayers before a party that tries to connect itself to Christianity. The big tent side says we shouldn’t care about religion or, more ridiculously, that Dhillon’s false god is our God.

Obviously (he wrote, sighing), her false god is not our God. Calling someone “god” doesn’t make him the true God of Christianity. In order to be a Christian, you have to acknowledge that Yeshua is God. If Yeshua is not in there, you worship spirits other than God, and ultimately, Satan is your deity. You must accept the belief that you are filthy and unable to save yourself, and that Yeshua saved you by allowing himself to be tortured to death for you.

I don’t feel I should have to shoulder the burden of explaining this because it is so…wait for it…obvious. Read the Bible. Yeshua was (and is) the most intolerant man who ever lived. Not only did he have no tolerance for heathen religions; he called Jews who claimed to worship Yahweh, yet who refused to acknowledge him as well, sons of Satan.

Genesis says Yahweh is a jealous God. You can’t have Buddha and Yahweh. You can’t have Ra or Zeus and Yahweh. You can’t have yoga and Yahweh. You have to have Yahweh alone, and he manifests in the father, Yeshua, and the Holy Spirit. Yeshua made it plain that anyone who rejects him rejects Yahweh.

Dhillon honored a filthy spirit that hates God, and thousands of Christians bowed their ignorant heads and agreed with her in idolatry and blasphemy. In doing so, they invited curses on their party.

Conservatives and Christians aren’t the only ones having a spat. Hindus and Sikhs are now going at each other in tweets.

People say Dhillon has done great things for the GOP. Yes, that’s called infiltration. You infiltrate, you make yourself seem indispensable, and then you destroy. Homosexuals start churches for the same reason, whether they realize it or not. Satan uses them to sow discord among believers and bring acceptance of abomination into God’s living room.

Yoga is good for your back. It’s still idolatry. It’s unacceptable. Doing things for the GOP doesn’t make you a viable religious leader in a Christian environment.

The GOP spat at God by letting this heathen represent it.

Does this mean she shouldn’t be allowed to be in the party? No, because the party is not a religious organization. The sad fact is that man chose politicians over God a long time ago, so our political factions don’t belong to God. But when the GOP invited Dhillon to spread her filth at its convention, it entered the realm of religion. It should have stuck with Christians or had no prayer at all.

Is it fair to let Christians lead prayer while excluding others? I don’t care. What’s fair to man is filth and provocation to God.

There is no way to reconcile the secular mindset with the holy mindset. They can’t work together neatly. Secular people intrude on religion, and people who know God intrude on secular rule. I will always come down on the side of God. I don’t care if I offend people. Their false god is offended already. I offend and infuriate Satan just by existing. I can’t make things any worse.

If I don’t offend Satan, I offend God. That’s disastrous and evil.

I never wanted Vivek Ramaswamy in the White House, because he’s a Hindu. I would have picked him over a nominal Christian who is worse for the church, but he could never be my first choice among nominal Christians who are equally friendly to God’s children and Israel.

People claim Dhillon’s deity, Waheguru, is the same as Yahweh. No, he is not. If you don’t accept Yeshua, you have rejected Yahweh. Any god that is not the father of Yeshua is no god at all. The world is full of people who pray to “God” all the time yet hate Yeshua and work against his children.

Waheguru is genderless. God is male, from one end to the other. Yeshua is male. The Holy Spirit is male. Hindus call on Waheguru when they practice yoga.

There is no way to turn Waheguru into the God of Christians. Calling God genderless is a huge blasphemy, and expecting him to show up while you worship demons in a yoga studio is beyond absurd. Failing to acknowledge the crucifixion separates you from Yahweh.

By having this heathen pray to Satan before the convention, the GOP signaled a willingness to break with Yeshua. No surprise. The GOP is a carnal enterprise. It’s not a church.

I consider this yet another sign of the apocalypse. I will vote for Trump over Biden, but I am not gullible enough to think I belong to the party of God. There is no such party on Earth. I will cast my earthly vote for Caesar and my supernatural votes for Yeshua.

Twitter is a reminder of what the world has become. I don’t see my place in it. Maybe I will change my mind if Musk turns it into a workable video platform, but I don’t think I will.

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.

“I Can See WaWa from up Here!”

Just thought of a question our excuse-making DEI Secret Service failed to answer while justifying its abysmal failure to look after Donald Trump and the people attending his rally. They claim they didn’t know the assassin was on a roof close to Donald Trump.

The assassin was around 150 yards away from Trump, and the Secret Service snipers were also on a roof close to Trump. Could they see the assassin? Yes, if they tried. We know this because they shot him a few seconds after the first shot was fired.

One of their disgraceful excuses is that it’s not their job to sweep buildings outside of restricted areas (areas where security is tightened by the Secret Service for the protection of assassination targets).

So they didn’t sweep the building before the event. Well, why didn’t they scan surrounding roofs DURING the event?

What were they doing up there? Giving each other back rubs?

Right now, I’m looking out the window at a fence more than 150 yards away. My vision is no longer good, and if a squirrel moved on that fence, I would know it instantly.

I completely understand why the stocky DEI girls looked so bad while failing to shield Trump and fumbling with their belongings. They didn’t have to meet real standards in order to get their jobs. The snipers are white men who had to clear a higher bar to get hired. What’s their excuse?