Beware my Wrath, House

Can I just tell you how wonderful it is to wake up in the United States of America, with a garage full of tools and a bunch of house problems to crush?

That sounds crazy, I guess. I just feel good today. As much as I hate sweating in the yard, I get tremendous satisfaction from the results. Wait…that almost sounds like a WORK ETHIC. Something must be wrong.

I consulted with a yard guru yesterday, and I have decided to kill the St. Augustine grass. Right outside, a battle is going on. The battle is between ordinary, boring, weed-loving St. Augustine grass, and pretty, weed-choking Bermuda grass. I have been trying to decide which one to poison and which one to keep, and because the yard guru says Bermuda will do well here, I have decided to put my considerable weight behind the Bermuda faction.

He says the kind of Bermuda which is invading can’t be bought, because the seed isn’t sold. So the only answer is poisoning the St. Augustine and transplanting chunks of Bermuda. Fine and dandy. I can kill two birds with one stone. Many lawn weed-killers kill St. Augustine grass, so all I have to do is weed the areas where the grasses are mixed. I can’t wait. Killing plants I hate is nearly as much fun as saving plants I like.

I also have to take the transfer motor thing off an SUV and see if I can make it work. And then there is the mess the bee-removal commandos left.

I can’t do any of the electrical work, because I refuse to use my hammer drill to go through 12″ of solid concrete again. I broke down and ordered a rotary hammer. I thought the hammer drill was the right tool for this, and that’s sort of true, but it’s like using a paring knife to carve a turkey. The rotary hammer should take about a tenth of the time the hammer drill takes. Don’t get me wrong; I love the hammer drill for most holes. But when you’re putting a 3/4″ hole through poured concrete, it’s not ideal. And I’m afraid using a cordless hammer drill for that kind of stuff approaches abuse and will eventually ruin the tool.

Here’s a question. Let’s say you have a cinderblock wall, and you need to put a hole in it for a unit air conditioner. What’s the right tool? I have realized that a $300 investment in a unit would multiply the usefulness of the garage by a thousand. Even if it only drops the temperature to 80 and the humidity to 60%, it will be a godsend. Right now, during the 9 hot months of the year, I find myself spending way less time out there than I should, because after a while, I can’t stand the sensations of my shirt sticking to me and sweat running into my eyes.

I guess a unit air conditioner will be an invitation to burglars. That means putting bars around it, which means fabrication, which means WELDING.

I am swimming in testosterone.

Somebody’s Ass is Gonna be in his Briefcase

Wilford Brimley wants you to check your blood sugar. ‘Cause it’s the right thing to do.

I Hope

Is this what we have to look forward to on Friday? I sure hope so.

Swing voters are too dumb to understand issues. They are about as bright as flatworms. I think they may actually have notochords. But they respect confidence and honesty. They’ll actually vote for strong people they like, even when it seems improbable because of the candidates’ positions. I cite Ronald Reagan. Sarah Palin has that same magic. I hope she can work it in spite of Gwen Ifill, who is moderating the debate even though her upcoming book will tank if Obama loses the election.

Give my Your Opinion

It looks like I have managed to prove myself an idiot once again. HURRAH!

Last week, I was frustrated because I could not get any kind of accuracy out of my K31 rifle. I had been trying for a long time, and my .17 HMR was shooting rings around it, and I figured the gun had to be screwy.

Here are my first 20 shots from today’s session:

That’s better than last week. I held the gun more firmly this time. I don’t know anything about shooting, but it seems like you can’t use rimfire technique on a high-powered rifle. I was encouraged, so I continued.

That is 20 shots, fired from a rest. Okay, I guess it’s safe to say there is nothing wrong with the gun. It is just barely conceivable that I was wrong when I concluded that it wasn’t as accurate as the .17 HMR.

I shot 20 more rounds, and they were not quite as good. Here’s one reason. I was mad because I could not shift the scope to the center of the bullseye, so I fired at a spot to the left of the center. And it’s harder to sight in on. When you shoot at the center, you have two big yellow lines intersecting, right under your crosshairs. Still, this is not bad shooting.

I think I’ve pinpointed another problem. For some reason, I keep ending up at the range without a decent breakfast, so I have to eat things like Snickers bars. It seems like my hands shake during the sugar troughs.

Holding the rifle more firmly and adjusting the position upward made the recoil bearable. In the most natural position, the rifle drives the point on the lower end of the buttstock right into my shoulder joint.

I feel like snapping up a second K31, now that I see what they can do.

Here’s my best group from the .17 HMR. I’ve about had it with the stock. Things are tightening up. Seems like almost all of my problems relate to pulling the trigger correctly.

Conclusion: Buy yourself a K31. That about sums it up.

PR is my Bag, Baby

Somehow or another I ended up on a bunch of PR mailing lists. I keep deleting the emails and unsubscribing, but today I am tired and I think I’ll just go with it.

Here’s unbelievable news! Tell everyone you know!

While you may not expect film crews on shoe string budgets to be sipping Italian Pomegranate Sodas and noshing on Organic Whole Wheat Penne Rigate, it’s a different story for filmmakers competing in this year’s ELEVATE Film Festival, the film world’s fastest growing festival and the first ever filmmaking competition to challenge the international community to create works of social importance.

To support these filmmakers as they race against the clock to complete their entries for the Sunday, October 5 event at the 7,100 seat Nokia Theatre L.A. LIVE (where they just held the Emmys), organic food brand O Organics has banished the usual, junky film-set, food staples and the stocked the craft services tables with a mix of its delicious, USDA certified organic products. It’s the perfect fuel as the filmmakers complete projects ranging from a new music video for Black Eyed Peas star Apl to a documentary about Iraqi orphan children learning the lyrics to John Lennon’s “Imagine.”

Wow! They’re feeding hippie filmmakers overpriced, pretentious food and teaching Iraqi children atheism! GET ON BOARD!

I don’t understand why anyone would eat organic food. If pesticide kills worms and bugs inside apples, won’t it do the same thing inside me?

Here’s another big announcement, from: DIRECTORATE OF PUBLIC AFFAIRS, HEADQUARTERS, U.S. NORTHERN COMMAND, 250 VANDENBERG, STE B016, PETERSON AFB, CO 80914-3808 PHONE: (719) xxx-6889 DSN: xxx-6889!

PETERSON AIR FORCE BASE, Colo. — For the first time in its existence, U.S. Northern Command is gaining a dedicated force to respond to potential chemical, biological, radiological, nuclear and high-yield explosive (CBRNE) incidents in the homeland.

“We are now building the first of three CBRNE Consequence Management Forces,” said USNORTHCOM Commander Gen. Gene Renuart. “On the first of October, we’ll have an organized force, a trained force, an equipped force, a force that has adequate command and control and is on quick response – 48 hours – to head off to a large-scale nuclear, chemical, biological event that might require Department of Defense support.”

I know you were dying to know what was going on at…let me look again…U.S. NORTHERN COMMAND, at PETERSON AIR FORCE BASE. Ordinarily, I only take orders from General Ripper, over at Burpelson. Even then, I deny him my essence.

When did the military start doing press releases? I thought they relied on bloggers to correct the demented lies of the left. Shouldn’t President Bush be telling us this stuff on TV? Anyway, it’s great news. I guess. I don’t really know. Hooray?

Here’s one, from some guy named Mike:

Join bloggers from around the country in Defending the American Dream!

We would like to extend you an invitation and offer you a Press Pass to the 2nd annual Defending the American Dream Summit sponsored by Americans for Prosperity on Friday October 10th and Saturday October 11th at the Marriott Crystal Gateway Hotel in Arlington, VA.

As a member of the press, you would receive access to the event—which includes free meals—as well as access to the Bloggers’ Row. To obtain your press credential, please e-mail NewMedia@xxx.org

Free meals! Apparently they read up on me before they sent this. But unless the meals are worth about $250 each, I am pretty sure I will take a loss on this trip. It says Ed Meese and George Will are going to be there; I have a feeling about those two; they look like they’d get to the buffet first and hog all the good stuff. And since I have no idea what Americans for Prosperity is, I am not all that inclined to go.

When did I become a member of the press? I don’t recall turning stupid, lazy, liberal, and dishonest. Is someone supposed to be paying me to do this? If so, the system is not working.

I got some kind of cheesy “unsubscribe” email, purportedly from ABC News, but it was sent from lucie-orrecnec@PAGINAS-AMARILLAS.ES. Should I be SUSPICIOUS at all? I know Pajamas Media works out of Barcelona (i.e. some guy at an Internet cafe), but I’m fairly sure ABC is based in New York.

Here’s part of a great release from ITAMedia, regarding the tanning bed they claim Sarah Palin has up in Juneau:

While partisan bloggers and the sun scare industry will use this as an opportunity to undermine Gov. Palin and demonize the indoor tanning industry, the fact is that Governor Palin’s decision to get UV light from a tanning bed positively impacts her health.

“Moderate amounts of indoor tanning allow Governor Palin to experience the many health benefits that come with exposure to UV light,” said Dan Humiston, President of the Indoor Tanning Association and candidate for United States Congress (R-NY27). “Especially in dreary northern locations like Alaska, indoor tanning can help guard against wintertime depression and ward off diseases associated with vitamin D deficiency.”

You know what this means? That nut who did the nude painting of Governor Palin got it right. NO TAN LINES. Can Joe Biden say the same? You can probably get a tan from the blue glow of his bleached teeth. Somebody needs to put a Geiger counter in his mouth. He should go to work for these people. I can already hear his 527 ad: “Hi, I’m Joe Biden, and I’m here to give a PLUG to the tanning industry.”

I can’t believe the tanning industry has its own Congressional candidate. And that it’s not George Hamilton. Shouldn’t John Kerry be in their pocket? Oh, wait. He doesn’t tan. He merely paints himself orange.

Send me more press releases, PR people. This is why I started blogging. Obviously.

They can Take my Freedom, but They’ll Never Get my Cheese Tots

I was not entirely pessimistic about the economic crisis until I got an email from John McCain’s campaign, in which he said this:

If we do nothing, many businesses may fail. Sonic Corporation, a drive-in restaurant chain based in Oklahoma, learned on Thursday that one of its lenders, GE Capital, had stopped extending new loans to the chain’s franchisees. That will block plans to rebuild restaurants, add equipment and open new locations.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Not Sonic! This can’t be happening! Have you BEEN to Sonic? It’s exactly the kind of drive-in I would design! Foot-long hot dogs! Huge, sugary slush drinks! Cheese tots! Grease, grease, GREASE!

If we can’t build more Sonics, I might as well give up and move to China.

Mmm…egg rolls.

I Can Plagiarize, Too

I was upset because some boob created a nude painting of Sarah Palin, while neglecting poor old Joe Biden.

So:

I See a Book in This

I had to drive out to various stores to try to save my lime tree, and of course, I got virtually no useful input and no helpful products. But while I was out there, I had Rush Limbaugh on the radio, and I heard some amusing things.

It looks like Rush has finally discovered blogs. My guess? Laziness has struck. The MSM steals from blogs all the time and fails to give credit. At least Rush tried. He mentioned Glenn Reynolds and referred to him as the owner of a blog called…Little Green Footballs! That gave me a laugh. It’s not that far from the truth, given PJM’s incestuous contortions. Then he mentioned Wizbang and managed to get the name of the proprietor right.

He’ll never mention me, no matter what I write. Not if he has any idea that I lampooned him at Huffington’s Toast and in one of my books. The man is not known for his ability to laugh at himself. Oh, well.

Interesting item: World Vision is having an international day of prayer tomorrow. I read that, and I figured it must be part of a bigger effort involving other organizations, but it’s not. It’s weird. There are a bunch of different International Days of Prayer. Anyway, thought you might want to know.

Leah Friedman is recovering from surgery, and apparently she’ll be in pain for about a month. Mish Weiss is starting her bone marrow transplant procedures. If you want to warm up for the day of prayer, that information may be helpful.

I am Dirtier Than Sheryl Crow’s Right Hand

I got a hilarious comment on one of my other sites. “Mrcleankitchen” says:

Man your lame and at the same time filthy. Who would want to eat something that has lots of filth you lazy ass wana be chef!? Dude hav you ever heard of microbial bacteria, free radicals and food born diseases?! I hope the health inspector shuts you down!

I may be a lame “wana be” chef, but I “hav” heard of microbial bacteria! I’m enjoying a big bowl of them right now, smothered in free radical sauce!

I hope you don’t think I took this slander lying down. Here is my response:

“Ha! You’re clearly a fanatic! You’re like those nuts who tell me I should give the toilet brush a good shake before using it to stir the soup!”

Do health inspectors shut down kitchens in people’s homes? They probably should, but I don’t think they do. I’m probably safe.

I don’t know which filth he’s referring to. Maybe the beef-aging stuff. Hey, I can’t help that. Beef has bacteria, and when you age it, they’re going to grow.

You have to wonder if this guy has ever eaten cured ham, cheese, yoghurt, kefir, or a tasty aged rib eye. You have to wonder if he has ever had a European beer, fermented in an open container. How about bread? How about wine? You can’t make those things without microbes.

He probably lives in a bubble and plays Trivial Pursuit all day. I should have replied “MOOPS! MOOPS!”

Here’s a tip: never play a game where you can only win if the game’s owner hasn’t memorized all the answer cards. Unless you own the game.

All my life, people have criticized me for being paranoid about germs. It’s so weird, being taken to task for my filthy ways.

Let me inject this quasi-non sequitur:

MOUSEBENDER: It’s not much of a cheese shop, is it?

WENSLEYDALE: Finest in the district, sir.

MOUSEBENDER: Explain the logic underlying that conclusion, please.

WENSLEYDALE: Well, it’s so clean, sir.

MOUSEBENDER: It’s certainly uncontaminated by cheese.

I stuffed my book with safety disclaimers. I feel like Philip Morris, recommending that people avoid my products.

Sondra found a great video at Redstate, and they got it from Youtube. You need to see it. It shows Republican lawmakers in 2004, telling Frank Raines Fannie Mae needs regulation. Raines is black, which is one reason the media won’t even mention him, let alone point out that he destroyed Fannie Mae. Members of the Black Congressional Caucus appear in the video, ranting emotionally about how the hearing is a lynching. Raines says the homes unqualified minority borrowers are living in are incredibly risk-free investments. Ho ho. Smoking gun.

He has to be a crook or just plain dumb. House prices were going up at an unsustainable rate in 2004, and anyone who passed fifth-grade math should have known it. Can you believe a guy considered capable of running Fannie Mae didn’t realize that? Hard to swallow. Maybe he’s just a socialist nut, and he saw the crash coming, and he didn’t care, because he wanted the rest of us to buy houses for minorities. Which is what we’re doing now.

He and his buddies were fined millions of dollars over illegal accounting methods, and he was, essentially, fired. So I think “crook” may be the correct description.

Prices had to adjust downward, and that means the houses were not risk-free investments. If the bank lends you X to buy a house, and you default, and the house is worth 0.75X, it’s not a risk-free investment.

Running Fannie Mae was risk-free for Frank Raines, however, because he is now out of the picture, and he is extremely rich.

Republicans failed to control Raines. They probably should have done more. If so, that’s very bad, and they deserve to be blamed for it. But it looks like Raines is the cancer. The Republicans are just the doctors who failed to cut it out. And the Democrat politicians are like “helpful” buddies who sneaked into the hospital and gave the patient more cigarettes!

It’s funny how the public is willing to believe that A) Republicans are racists, and B) Republicans caused the financial crisis by pushing for loans to unqualified minority buyers. Maybe we are the Racists That Couldn’t Shoot Straight. We have to work hard to improve and perfect our racism, because I just don’t see how giving free houses to poor minority members is advancing our evil cause.

One More Reason to Send Illegals Home

Guess how you keep yard guys from hitting your citrus trees with weedeaters? Here’s one thing that may be good to know: the answer is NOT mulch.

It is impossible to convey information to illegal-alien yard guys, and there is no other kind, so you have to make it impossible for them to do things you don’t like. I mulched my citrus because it was not possible to tell them not to skin it with their machines.

Turns out mulch creates a soggy environment which fungus loves, and then your trees rot. So I had to get rid of the mulch, and now I’m trying to kill the fungus on my beautiful lime tree. I painted it with copper and Daconil until it was blue.

I don’t know if it will live or not. Very frustrating. This neighborhood is like a fungus/mildew/algae zoo. My mamey is trying to die from red algae, regardless of how often I spray it.

This happened at a fine time, too. The precipitation probability was 90% today, and right now, the humidity is 84%. When I walk outside for more than ten seconds, mold grows on my face. I’m pretty sure.

One more example of how no one in Miami can do ANYTHING right.

What’s Next? Romulans?

I am horrified by what I’m hearing on the radio. I have Rush Limbaugh on. The market dropped almost 700 points earlier today. One reason? Nancy Pelosi spoke on the House floor, and she made a number of partisan remarks that offended Republican Congressmen. Very nice. What kind of person has priorities like that? When will the public make a connection between a 9 percent approval rating and the party of the House and Senate leadership?

More disgusting news: Obama sought a rape victim to appear in a TV ad. Rush credited Politico. Here is the story.

Remind me again why people are voting for Obama and the other Democrats. Oh, that’s right. Because they get their political education from Jon Stewart and Michael Moore and P. Diddy.

Here is more fun: a tornado has been spotted a few miles from me.

I’ll let you know when the Miami River turns to blood.

It’s Inevitable

I have that peculiar sensation again. I wrote about it last week. I feel as though I’m winning my battles. As though I have broken through some sort of threshold. When I had this feeling last Monday, I hoped it would never go away. It waned to some degree, which worried me. But it seems to return. I wish I knew another Christian who had experienced the same thing, so I could ask about it.

I am so glad my life has changed. It could not have happened at a better time. Well, that’s wrong. It would have been better if it had happened when I was two. But I believe the human race is headed in the direction of trial and difficulty, and it would have been very bad had I not come around before we reached this precipice.

I suppose it’s provincial of me to say the human race is headed for problems. In most countries, misery and failure are normal. Take a look at a world map, pick a location at random, and ask yourself what life is like there. South and Central America? Poverty, crime, endemic corruption, extreme politics, and a stifling caste system. China? Oppression, brutality, and low wages. Africa? Don’t get me started. India? The only nice thing you can say about it is that a lot of Africans wish they lived as well as Indians. It may be that we’re moving toward a global crisis, but in most places, it’s hard to tell a crisis from the usual run of luck. What’s unusual is that America is getting sucked into it. Usually, this country is an oasis.

America-bashers don’t get it. They squirm and seethe when patriots praise this abundantly blessed nation, and when we claim God is the source of our affluence. But we’re right. This country is a preview of heaven; it was raised up to serve God. For as long as any of us can remember, we’ve had stability, peace on our own soil, unparalleled freedom, and a level of prosperity very few nations could approach. God has gone beyond mere generosity and patience. He has spoiled us. And we are responding not with gratitude, but by becoming a nation of tattooed and pierced self-worshipers.

We did it all ourselves! Thanks, but no thanks, God. We obviously don’t need your help. Things are going swell, so we’d rather do our own thing. We’re so powerful and so in charge of our own destinies, we can take drugs and sleep around and experiment with humanism and atheism and weird, chic religions, while remaining prosperous and strong. We can have socialism as well as wealth and freedom, even though no other nation has ever managed it. We’re EMPOWERED. We can do anything. We don’t need your help, because we have something way better: self-esteem. Who needs Moses or Jesus when you have Anthony Robbins and Eckhart Tolle?

That’s not how life works. The universe has a ruler, and it has laws. God and believers contribute to the supply of power and harmony in the universe, and everyone else depletes it. It’s a spiritual welfare state, and when things get bad enough, the rolls get purged. I am very grateful that my thick skull is absorbing that, so I can set myself aside and get out of the current, before our country hits the rapids. I wish I could say I figured it out on my own, but it had to be beaten into me. I don’t know if believers will be spared the turmoil that looms, but I do know that God makes problems easier to bear.

I feel like I’m accumulating spiritual tools, and I have to wonder what purpose this armament is supposed to serve. Is it intended to be used in the course of ordinary life, or is there an especially tough job ahead? Given a choice between fighting or facing peace in an overarmed state, I’d choose the latter. I would hate to see this country descend into a three-dimensional remake of East of Eden, complete with the false hope of the simplistic God-hater Marx as messiah.

In the past, our problems seemed to take care of themselves. Pretty well, anyway. Now they seem to be unwilling to go away and unresponsive to our best efforts to tame them. My explanation: God has always limited our misfortunes and ordered our lives for us, and when He chooses to stop, the result is entropy. The humanist explanation is just like the party line of the socialist apologists: we can fix it; we just need another try.

I don’t think we’re smart enough to fix or even understand really big social problems. I think the orderly, peaceful way life usually proceeds in the US is due to divine supervision, period. I think God co-wrote the Constitution. I believe He quietly prevents catastrophe after catastrophe. And we are inviting Him to stop. If we’re ever truly on our own, our best efforts will yield nothing but grief. And without God, even apparent success is eventually revealed to be failure.

I am thinking about these things because it’s Rosh Hashanah, and our financial institutions are in big trouble, and we are contemplating electing a socialist whose advisors caused the problems we are having now. Christians like to say they don’t live under the law of the Old Testament, but the Jewish holidays are eternal. They still mean something. And Rosh Hashanah is about choices. Sometimes people are supernaturally compelled to make choices that will lead to misery. I hope that’s not the situation in this election. I hope we still have a chance to put John McCain and Sarah Palin in the White House and move farther from, not closer to, godless, anti-Semitic, anti-Christian Europe.

They’re Counting on You

Leah Friedman just had surgery, and they had trouble reviving her. They expect her to be in the hospital for five more days.

Mish Weiss is (I hope I read this right) scheduled for the beginning of her bone marrow procedures on Tuesday.

Pray! They really appreciate it.

Wish I had checked Mish’s blog sooner.

Divine Algebra Eventually Demands Balance

Rosh Hashanah is upon us, to be followed immediately by eight days of introspection, which are themselves followed by Yom Kippur, the day of atonement.

Funny, how our future as a nation is being determined at this time.

Aaron directed me to a video you might find interesting. It features a bit of Jewish Rosh Hashanah liturgy. The idea is this: God reviews mankind at this time. And He decides what kind of year each of us should have.

Is this a good time for America to receive an evaluation? We abort hundreds of thousands of babies each year. We are selling Israel, piece by piece, to a mob of murdering liars who couldn’t keep their promises even if they wanted to. We are trying to force young girls to be vaccinated for VD, on the assumption that they will have sex in high school. We have decided that self-adoration is a virtue, which is the precise opposite of the Bible’s take. We actually teach it in schools! We teach it to prison inmates, whose brainless, unconditional, doting self-love is what landed them in the klink to begin with!

There are a lot of good things to point to. Privately, American Christians (and some Jews) provide a great deal of support for Israel and Jewry, with no concessions required. Many millions of Americans have humble, faithful relationships with God, in a time when such relationships are social and financial liabilities. A lot of Americans are horrified by our popular culture and our political sins. Many Americans help the poor and support good ministries. Rosh Hashanah is a period of repentance–a week of tshuvah, or returning to God–and many Americans are fortunate enough to enter that period while actively engaged in repentance.

As for the world in general, I am not hopeful. Leftist sentiment the world over is increasingly anti-Semitic and anti-Christian, and we are seeing things which, if they are not warnings, certainly seem like warnings. Burma has a policy of eradicating Christianity, and about twenty Jews live there, and look what happened. Haiti mingles Catholicism and demon worship, and it was hit by three major storms this year, in a period of a few weeks. Kim Jong-Il the atheist Nuclear Nork is dying, and we have no idea what kind of nut will replace him. An anti-Semitic communist maniac controls Venezuela and is helping the Russians start a new Cold War. Financial markets all over the world are parked on the edge of a cliff. And no one seems to see it as a religious issue.

I feel like we’re being offered a choice, here in the US. On the one hand, maturity, experience, time-tested ideas, and faith in God. On the other, an MTV messiah with no experience, discredited 1960s ideas, a tendency to self-worship, a thin skin, proven hostility to Caucasians, and a crush on Karl Marx. I don’t say we have a perfect candidate, but it’s a clear choice: the wisdom and morality of the old, versus the empty flash and arrogant stupidity of the young.

In an instant message, I told Aaron, “Humanity is being weighed, I think. Obama is the blue pill.” If we can elect this dilettante after the socialist ideas of his economic advisers destroyed Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac, we deserve whatever we get, because we are too stupid to know what to do with prosperity.

God is up there. He’s as real as you are. I know. He proves Himself to people all the time. And what we do matters. Some punishments and rewards are for the afterlife, but others are for the here and now. And when God is on your case, there is nobody who can help you.

Most Americans don’t save significant amounts of money. Thank you for the myth of Social Security, politicians. It freed us from the desire to prepare for hard times. If we are judged economically and people lose their jobs, look for bread lines to start forming in one month. Then look for hoboes, begging for food and sleeping in your yard. Expect to have to keep a loaded gun by your side.

Here’s what I think. If you believe, as I do, that our nation is in danger of judgment, try to avoid that judgment, in your own right. God doesn’t always paint with a broad brush. Some people are always spared.

We need a second bailout, and not the kind that comes from Man. That’s my opinion. Even if I’m wrong, correcting your own life is still the right choice, and you will be rewarded.

Big Bag of Happiness

Here’s a good Sabbath question. Is it okay for a Christian to make a Costco run on this day? I sure hope so, because I just went.

I had to get more Costco cheese. I just had to. I’ve been making glorious little pizzas so good they should be sold by prescription only. And I needed that marvelous Costco mozzarella.

I have most of a big bag of Publix mozzarella, but it’s not good enough to use. I don’t know what to do with it. I bought it as an experiment. I guess I can freeze it. It will be fine in pasta.

Can you freeze cheese? I guess it must be possible, since every grocery sells frozen pizzas. I’m thinking I might make a big batch of sauce and then freeze vacuum bags of sauce and cheese. Just enough for one pie. I could staple the cheese and sauce bags together, so they’d make little one-pizza sets. That would save me a lot of time.

I also got flap meat.

I managed to refrain from buying Kirkland Champagne and Dewar’s 12-year-old Scotch. I deserve a pat on the back for that.