I Got my Baby’s Back

This is an exciting day. My wife and I are smoking for the first time.

Florida has a favorite barbecue joint: Sonny’s. It’s a chain that dates back to 1968, when a guy presumably named Sonny opened a place for the college crowd. Sonny’s became popular partly because of its cheap all-you-can-eat ribs, now, under Biden, $27 all-you-can-eat ribs. The thrill of stuffing yourself for very little cash is gone, but the food is still good. It’s not the best barbecue there is, even locally, but it’s very good, and it’s dependable. They use oak and low temperatures to make real barbecue, and the sides are nice. The chain has spread to some other states.

My childhood buddy Mike adores Sonny’s. He would eat there twice a day if he could. When he’s in town, Sonny’s is always a priority. I picked up him at the airport in Charlotte once, and we had to drive directly to a Sonny’s.

One of the many great things about the wife is that she loves meat. Early on, I asked her what her favorite food was, and she said, “Meat.” It wasn’t necessary to be more specific.

When she got here, we started visiting restaurants so she would get the feel of the US. When we hit Sonny’s, she nearly lost her mind. I believe we have visited Sonny’s more than once a week since she got here.

Sometimes when I ask her where she would like to eat, I say, “Where, other than Sonny’s, do you want to go?” If I didn’t, we would never go anywhere else.

We also visited the Artman Country Smokehouse, a family-owned place which is somewhat better than Sonny’s, for a little more money. She loves it, too. Their banana pudding is wonderful. Sonny’s used to have good banana pudding, but they ruined it.

I have a magnificent electric smoker. It’s a Smokin-It 2. I haven’t used it in a long time. I knew we had to fire it up. We can’t keep spending $50 on meals we can make better for $20.

Today we have baby backs going. I’m not a big baby back fan, because they’re small and not as juicy as real ribs, but they were on sale for 50% off, so I decided to take one for the team. I put my own rub on them, and the smoker is going at around 225°. We’re using hickory. I think it’s underrated. I really like oak, and I have an endless supply, but it’s convenient to reach for a bag of hickory chips at the store.

We’re making barbecue beans, macaroni and cheese, and Texas toast made with homemade bread. Should be very nice.

No banana pudding. I could make creme brulee, but I think I won’t mention it. I don’t want to give my wife ideas. It’s way easier than banana pudding, and it’s about as good.

I learned something interesting today. Crud builds up on the undersides of smoker vents.

Smokers have to have air passing through them, obviously. My smoker has one air vent in the bottom. It’s just a 3/8″ hole. It gets clogged up with crud that sits on top of it, and this changes the character of the smoke. It’s bad. I’m used to cleaning the inside of the smoker to open the vent up.

Today while I was cleaning, I found that crud also accumulates under the smoker. There was a knob of old crud down there, blocking the vent. I cleaned it off, and now my smoke is beautiful. Thin, like it should be.

Maybe this information will be helpful to other people.

I’ve never made baby backs before. Hoping for the best. At least we’re saving money.

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The food came out fine, except for the ribs. They were tender enough and juicy enough, but they were no match for spare ribs. I’ve always thought baby backs were a ripoff for suckers, and now, having sucked, I am convinced I was right.

I can’t say these ribs were bad. The problem is that they were not great. Spare ribs would have been great.

There was very little meat on each rib. There was nearly no fat, so less juice. I don’t get it.

I paid $9.60 for a full rack, which is half the normal price. For that I got under two pounds of meat that wasn’t all that great. Spare ribs often sell for around two bucks per pound, and you never have to make excuses for spare ribs.

I’m all done with baby backs, unless I still have some in the freezer. I’m going back to spare ribs and butts.

Sometimes it’s true: I’m right and the whole world really is wrong.

No Way to Greet an Angel

Night before last, I slept around 10 hours. That was strange. When I was young, I could sleep just about forever, but these days, I usually wake up after 7 hours. I don’t use an alarm clock because they’re hateful.

I dreamed I was in my house, and I looked out through some glass doors and saw a young black man in my yard. He had parked a silver Tesla near my house. I was extremely angry to see someone trespassing.

He was walking toward my right, and he passed out of view. I went to another set of doors so I could see him again, and I gave him the finger with both hands.

I may never understand why I do things in dreams that I wouldn’t do in real life.

He gave me a tired look as though he were used to getting this treatment. As though he dealt with idiots every day. People he couldn’t reason with.

I went out to confront him, and I found a bunch of strangers in my workshop. They were some sort of workers. They had a bunch of diesel-powered machines with them. They had brought them so they could do something or other on my land.

I cursed at them and told them to get out. I didn’t want them around my tools. I thought they would steal things. In the dream, my shop had roll-up doors on two adjoining sides, and these people had opened them. I didn’t want my tools exposed to the weather.

One of the guys I yelled at had a huge head, and his teeth were about the size of Scrabble tiles. He just smiled at me like I was a fool. He didn’t make any effort to leave. He apparently took his orders from someone else.

I looked out over the pasture, and I saw a big spaceship coming down. It was dark grey, with a lot of windows and lights. It was wide but not very tall. It was about as wide as the pasture, so maybe 500 feet, and it was not quite as tall as a two-story house. It had an antenna on it.

The first thing that occurred to me was that I was going to make a lot of money. I felt I had to run out and keep people off my property, because a giant spaceship had chosen my farm to land on, and if people wanted to see it, they were going to have to pay. I didn’t want entitled characters from CNN and Fox jumping my fence and shooting video without permission.

I don’t think this would have been on my mind had an actual spaceship landed. Not right away, anyhow.

I must have run too far, because I found myself in town, on the side farthest from my property. It was as though God had transported me to keep me from causing trouble. I wanted to get back. I started looking for transportation, and I got in a cab.

I told my wife about it, and she thought it was a rapture dream. She thought the people on my land were angels.

Why I would give an angel the finger is a mystery to me. In another recent dream, I called someone a really filthy compound word that began with the letter “C.” Something I have never heard anyone call another person.

That was my dream. Take it as you will.

Don’t Let Leftists Shame the Power Out of You

Last night my wife and I had a conversation about T.D. Jakes, who has been accused of going to homosexual rapper parties and allowing strange men to sodomize him. The allegations came out during the week between Christmas and New Year’s Day, when nothing moves very quickly, so the story hasn’t developed fully. Things look very bad for Jakes, however.

A young man named Manasseh Jordan is saying more than one popular charismatic preacher has groomed men for sodomy. Jordan is a preacher. He calls himself a prophet, and it is said he has worked with Jakes and Benny Hinn. A man who interviewed him claims he has said privately that Jakes was one of the preachers who abused him.

I don’t think Jordan is a person to listen to when it comes to preaching, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t truthful when he reveals the sins of famous sodomites.

I don’t know what the truth is yet. Maybe Jakes has never done anything wrong other than teaching horrible false doctrine in order to get people’s money. I think we will all know much more at the end of this week.

I was thinking about this, and I thought about other things that seemed related. I have learned about the story of Scotty Bowers, a former Marine, Iwo Jima survivor, and homosexual procurer who claims he arranged homosexual romps for people like Walter Pidgeon, Spencer Tracy, Katharine Hepburn, Raymond Burr, and the Duke and Duchess of Windsor.

Bowers died not long ago, in his nineties, after publishing a tell-all book in which he named many big names. Some people in Hollywood were very angry when his book came out, and they accused him of lying, but in interviews, he comes across as a very open and honest person who has no axe to grind.

I think he was truthful in his book. Show business is like prison. It has always been full of sexual perversion. This is even true at the high school level, where the odd boys and girls tend to end up on stage.

A person who knew Bowers well, and who was also part of the sexual showbiz underground, confirmed everything Bowers said, so either Bowers was truthful, or his acquaintance, who was not close to him, had some bizarre motive to lie for him.

While I was thinking about this, God gave me revelation, and I began to think about the two worlds that occupy the same space: the world of the children of light, and the world of Satan’s children. Yeshua used the terms “wheat” and “weeds.” The King James uses the word “tares” to describe weeds that grew in wheat. Reference sources say the weeds he referred to resembled wheat when young, making it hard to pull them without losing a lot of wheat. They were like Satan’s children, who mingle with, and blend into, the children of God on the earth.

Bowers and his like-minded LA acquaintances were weeds, and weeds run show business. Example: Harvey Weinstein is a weed, and it appears he propelled a of unremarkable female weeds to stardom after they had sex with him.

Yeshua gave us communion. We drink his blood and eat his flesh. It turns out the blood represents the contract we make with him. In Judaism, male babies are cut, releasing blood, in order to confirm the Jewish covenant with God. They agree to come out of the gentile world and belong to God. Yeshua was cut for God, and when we drink his blood, we agree to come out of the world of the tares and accept ostracism and persecution. We agree to be unpopular, like Yeshua and the prophets.

The bread represents the pleasant things about belonging to Yeshua. The help. Bread sustains life. Real Christians are hated and cheated, but the bread keeps us going anyway.

Really popular people are tares. A lot of Christians don’t accept this, but Yeshua himself said it: “Woe unto you, when all men shall speak well of you! for so did their fathers to the false prophets.” Great popularity is a curse, and who is more popular than entertainers, including sports figures and journalists?

The tares like to pretend God’s children have the same opportunities they do. You can be famous! You can be extremely wealthy! People will admire you! You’ll be part of the gang! Then they blackball you and torpedo you, both openly and under the table. The work they do under the table is the worst, because it doesn’t teach you to quit. You can spend your whole life trying to get your break, when there is no possibility it will ever come.

Satan doesn’t reward all of his children equally. He heaps riches, power, and glory on a few, so other people will be fooled into emulating them and wasting their lives. The ones he spoils often end their lives in misery and/or humiliation. Elvis fell off a toilet, dead, while he was shacked up with a girlfriend. Whitney Houston drowned in a bathtub in a filthy hotel bathroom. Michael Jackson died in disgrace, weighing 120 pounds, with deep sores and no nose. Jimi Hendrix drowned in vomit. Tupac Shakur died in a gang shooting, after surviving an attack in which an enemy shot him in the testicles.

We tend to think the Christian establishment is somehow separate from the ungodly establishment. For example, many of us think there is a bad secular music industry and a good and holy Christian music industry. No. They’re just different wings of the same Satanic operation. Popular Christian musicians may do some good, but Christian music is full of drugs, drunkenness, fornication, sodomy, and blackballing, just like secular music.

The big church establishment belongs to Satan, just like Buddhism and Hinduism. Popular preachers like T.D. Jakes live in a world where preachers go into back rooms and cut deals for money and fame. I was part of a church where it used to happen. No one should be surprised if someone like T.D. Jakes or Joel Osteen turns out to be a sodomite who likes being on the bottom. The huge TV preachers got where they are by selling out. Many are atheists or agnostics. I guarantee it. They only care about magnifying themselves and taking our money, just like the priests who murdered Yeshua.

It’s hard to organize my thoughts as I write this, because the concept of wheat and a long-established, carefully-disguised society of tares has so many aspects.

The other day, I saw some sad but somewhat funny videos of Orson Welles, who used to endorse Paul Masson wines because he needed money. Welles was often lionized as Hollywood’s greatest talent. He made an awful movie called Citizen Kane, and even though it’s nearly unwatchable, it cemented his reputation as a genius. He developed an extremely bloated ego, and in later life, he had a practice of appearing on talk shows and bloviating to oohs and ahhs as though revealing the secrets of the universe.

A friend of Welles later claimed Welles was suffering the aftereffects of a strong sleeping pill when he made the embarrassing commercials, but the videos were revealed by the man who directed them, as revenge, and it is said that Welles insisted on being given large meals with wine before his performances.

He was supposed to say, “French Champagne has always been celebrated for its excellence,” but he kept saying, “AAAAAAAAAAAH the French Champagne has always been celebrated for its excellence,” in a slurred, halting voice, slumped in his chair. Maybe he was hoping his loud, inexplicable moans would make Paul Masson scrap the ads, which it did.

Because I watched these videos, other videos about Welles popped up on my Youtube feed. I saw one in which he bragged about being a great friend of Ernest Hemingway, who shot himself in the face, probably partly because he boxed and drank heavily. He also had a plane accident that damaged his skull and may have given him CTE.

I was disgusted to see a grown man who held himself out to be a great brain boast about knowing Hemingway, who was obnoxious, phony, and cruel.

Hemingway, who had been a wimpy kid, was extremely insecure about his masculinity, so he became a poser who devoted his life to exaggerating his machismo. He wrote about how funny it was to see horses disembowelled by bulls, running in terror in Spain’s corridas. He wrote a flattering account of himself beating up an untrained publisher in Islands in the Stream.

He tried to spar with Gene Tunney, and, becoming belligerent, he decided to show off his knowledge of foul blows, possibly in hopes of telling his friends how he manhandled a champion. Tunney later said he decided Hemingway needed “a good little liver punch,” which he supplied, buckling Hemingways’ knees and turning his face grey. He said the chastened Hemingway’s demeanor afterward was “charming.”

Hemingway cheated on his wives, and he admired Lady Duff Twysden, an infrequent bather and one of the early 20th century’s most notorious sluts. He used her as a pattern for a paramour in The Sun Also Rises. He thought Josephine Baker, the famous stripper and bisexual adventurer, was “most sensational woman anybody ever saw. Or ever will.”

There was a lot about Hemingway that merited contempt and not much that justified admiration. He was full of it. But he was one of Satan’s special children, so he was treated well by his father until he was no longer useful.

I started thinking about Welles and his snooty Hollywood circle, which was part of the same culture as the culture of Hemingway’s arty Paris community, which included gross, narcissistic reprobates like Anais Nin, Henry Miller, and Gore Vidal. I thought about how such people treated the rest of us: like marks. Suckers. During the last century, such people called us “straights” and “squares,” as though we were stupid and born to be conned and fleeced.

They still treat us that way. They put up facades intended to convince the rest of us they’re decent people, but behind the scenes, they’re disgusting.

I thought about Crazy Days and Nights, the anonymously-written entertainment gossip blog, which uses blind items to detail the baseness of people we admire. Stories of drug use, drunkenness, rehab, domestic violence, pedophilia, career sabotage, fornication, and other trashy activities. All the things Scotty Bowers wrote about still happen.

I thought about how Satan’s children, who dominate our culture, have convinced most of us that evil is good and good is evil. They have made even Christians believe things like pride, perversion, fornication, drug use, feminism, and greed are good, while all the things our ancestors thought were good are evil.

Here is the revelation I got: “We have to hold onto the things we know we know.”

God shows us things, and we find them to be true through experience, but because of the constant gaslighting of the human and supernatural left, we find ourselves doubting and discarding beliefs that are of extreme importance, and in order to fit in, we latch onto filthy lies that destroy us. “Women who raise their own children are losers.” “Follow your gut instincts.” “Believe in yourself.” “You only live once.”

I started listing things I knew I knew.

1. Yeshua is real, and he is God. He has visited me, and he has confirmed his existence and status in many other ways which I will not go into here. You can’t receive eternal life in heaven without Yeshua. If you reject Yeshua and claim Yahweh is enough, you’re actually rejecting Yahweh, too.

2. Self-admiration is poison, and it’s the sin of Satan. It caused Job’s problems as well as Joseph’s. It’s the reason Herod died full of worms. We have to have humility and credit God with our success. We can’t blame him for our problems, though. We cause those.

3. Prayer in tongues is necessary, and it always works. No matter what your problem is, you can get relief if you pray in tongues. It brings revelation. It smooths out life’s bumps. It brings faith. Praying in the Spirit, we ask for all the right things, because Yahweh talks to Yeshua, Yeshua talks to the Holy Spirit, and the Holy Spirit speaks through us. Without tongues, your life will be full of problems you can’t defeat, and you will also feel bad, like a drug user who hasn’t had a fix in a long time. Drugs are promoted by Satan in order to make people feel the way the Holy Spirit makes them feel.

4. Feminism is evil and destroys families and countries, and patriarchy is right and necessary. God is male, period. This is why he calls believers his bride and uses us to carry his children. We are supposed to submit to him through the Holy Spirit. Men are supposed to rule families while guided by God. Women are supposed to submit to their husbands as well as God. Children have to submit to mothers, fathers, and God. When everyone is lined up correctly, blessings flow through the family like water through a hose with no kinks in it. When they’re out of order, authority is inverted, and Satan’s curses flow.

Never be ashamed of patriarchy. God isn’t.

5. There is no way to reconcile homosexual acts or any other repeat, willful sexual sins with Christianity. God hasn’t changed. He hated perversion when Moses lived, and he hates it now. There are no fads in God’s world.

6. Seeking popularity will destroy you. We are supposed to look up, not to the people to our right and left, for guidance, approval, and help. You have to accept unpopularity if you want to be close to God and receive his blessings. If you have 5,000 Facebook friends, you are probably in trouble.

7. Demons are real, and every person on Earth has them. You have to learn how to drive them out and keep them out. The fact that you’re not having epileptic seizures, breaking chains, speaking in strange voices, or having episodes of false clairvoyance doesn’t mean you have no demons. A lot of our demons are with us because we invite them and make them comfortable. They’re like roaches. When a house has a lot of roaches, it’s always because someone leaves food out.

8. Love is the reason God created the universe, and we have to love God. It’s THE most important commandment, according to God himself. It’s even more important than loving people. In order to do it correctly, we have to get the Holy Spirit to flow through us so we love with God’s love. If we get God’s love to go through us, we will come to love people, and that’s the second most-important thing.

9. The world is ruled by Satan, and it’s unspeakably filthy. You have to let it go because you will never fit in. It’s much worse than you realize, because Satan and his children cover up the filth with lies.

I suppose I could add more things to the list, but these occurred to me today and tonight.

If you pray in tongues, revelation will come, and it will change you. You have to hold onto it. Writing it down is smart. Repeat it to yourself from time to time. You’ll actually feel its power.

This world is disgusting. Living here is like sharing a home with a monkey who smears feces everywhere and spits in the food and drink. Just being here soils us. We are submerged in temptation and lies all the time, like tropical fish in a just-used toilet. When God removes us from this place, the feeling of relief will be indescribable, even if we have pleasant lives here before we go.

The Master Sandwich

We had a disaster on Christmas Day. My wife refused to eat prime rib.

It wasn’t really prime, but still.

About 10 days before Christmas, I bought a rib roast on sale, and I covered it with salt, butter, and fresh garlic. I let it sit in the fridge to age. Then I roasted it. It was perfect. I baked it at 550° until the outside had a crust, and then I dropped the heat to 215° and brought the internal temperature up to 110°. It was pink from end to end with a thin, tasty crust on the outside.

FDA guidelines give some ridiculous figure like 135° for a medium-rare roast. I think this happened because the Soviets injected all FDA officials with estrogen while they slept. Something is definitely wrong, because at that temperature, a roast is done medium-well.

I think 115° is probably better than 110°, though, so I plan to adjust in the future.

My wife thought the meat was rotten, so she only ate two bites. After that, she committed the sin of picking a lot of the bread-crumb crust off the top of the potatoes au gratin.

She’s still here, though.

I ended up with a lot of roast beef, so I started thinking about cheesesteaks.

I have never been to Pat’s, Geno’s, or Jim’s. I’ve been to DiConstanza’s, near Wilmington, and I’ve also been to a place on the south side of Philadelphia, where a guy I’m pretty sure was Danny DeVito worked the flattop. They both made great cheesesteaks, and I judge all others by their work.

I had a friend who lived in Delaware when I was in college. He was a Far Eastern Studies major. Sometimes we went to Chinatown together. He used to buy a steak sauce called Wan-Ja-Shan, which I can’t find now. I would say it looked like A1 but tasted a lot like soy sauce.

Let’s be honest. The Chinese only have two sauces: soy and pepper oil. All their other sauces are just variations. Dumpling sauce? Soy sauce with vinegar. Chili paste? Pepper oil with ground peppers. That’s how it goes. I guess things would be different if, thousands of years ago, they had had Americans to steal ideas from.

Okay, supposedly, ketchup has its roots in China. I grudgingly admit that.

I liked my cheesesteaks with onions, peppers, hot sauce, Wan-Ja-Shan, and a little ketchup. I don’t really care what Philadelphians might think. Look how they vote. Look at their city. My friend used to say Philadelphia was just like New York, only without any of the good parts.

I have missed good cheesesteaks. For some reason, no one outside of Pennsylvania seems to be able to make them, even though they’re very simple.

I’ve dabbled with cheesesteak creations. The best cheesesteak I ever had was a cheesesteak calzone. My invention. You shove the filling into pizza dough and bake it. You would not believe how good it is.

This week, I started watching videos about cheesesteaks to see if there was anything I didn’t know.

I saw some character from a popular place, pretending to teach people how to make cheesesteaks. He said some things so crazy, I found it hard to take him seriously. He said to cook the meat slowly in order to make it juicy. That’s bizarre, because it works the other way around. When you fry meat, you use a lot of heat to get it cooked before it dries up.

He also recommended Cheez Whiz. I hadn’t had this interesting product for many years, so I was willing to give him credit for knowing something I didn’t. Cheez Whiz is very popular in Philadelphia.

I got myself some Cheez Whiz, and last night, I made a cheesesteak. It wasn’t too good. Fluid kept running out of the lower end. It had a funky taste that reminded me of the smell of a boxing glove at an un-air-conditioned public gym. I actually know that smell.

Disappointing.

Today I tried over, and things went great. The sandwich was magnificent. It would have been better in calzone form, but it was really nice.

INGREDIENTS

roast beef, sliced very thinly, with the gristle and most fat removed
1 white or yellow onion, diced
pickled jalapeno slices, medium-hot or hotter
pickled sweet cherry peppers, sliced with the seeds discarded
American cheese
salt
soy sauce
French bread

SAUCE INGREDIENTS

4 parts ketchup
1 part Huy Fong chili garlic sauce (not sriracha)

It’s very simple. Nuke the fat from the beef and pour the resulting grease in a skillet. Fry the onions in it as much as you like. You can brown them a little or turn them completely brown. Throw the meat and peppers in. Salt everything and fry it on the highest heat that will work.

When the meat is getting nicely browned, throw the cheese in and mix it up in the meat.

You don’t want real French bread here. You want the soft, mushy stuff they used to call “French bread” back in the Seventies. Get a sub-sized piece and slice it open lengthwise. Open it wide and plop it on top of the frying meat mixture. Leave it for at least a minute so the bread gets steamed a little.

Put the meat stuff into the bread and apply a lot of the sauce. Then drizzle it with hoisin sauce. This is how you get a flavor like Wan-Ja-Shan. Squirt some hoisin on your plate for dipping.

That’s it. I really enjoyed it.

A Youtuber named Guga says media noche rolls are great for cheesesteaks. I don’t have any of those, however.

This sandwich was very juicy, but it didn’t pour mystery liquid all over my plate. Because I used American instead of Cheez Whiz, I didn’t have to contend with that, “We must have forgotten to wash the whites before we left for Rio” smell.

You could put fried mushrooms in it, or maybe Durkee onions.

It’s pretty degenerate, but at least you’re not eating Cheez Whiz. I threw that stuff out.

Life Imitates Cartoons

Bill Maher is slowly becoming conscious. He moves rightward inch by inch. Maybe the prayers of one of his Christian ancestors are being answered.

Today people are talking about a clip featuring Maher correcting Seth MacFarlane, who is the very picture of leftist ignorance, willfull blindness, and smugness. MacFarlane seriously believes natural coronavirus immunity is a myth. He is a full-blown Lysenkoist vaccine warrior.

I had to look this guy up, because I didn’t know whether he had worked in any productions other than cartoons. He’s the creator of The Family Guy, a destructive leftist cartoon show that corrupts its viewers. I used to watch it, but I realized what I was doing was like connecting my well to my septic tank, so I quit.

Here’s something ignorant people like MacFarlane don’t understand: vaccine-generated immunity IS natural immunity. One way or the other, your body is forced to deal with spike proteins, and it creates antibodies. There are no antibodies in the vaccines. That isn’t what vaccines do. They’re not like antibiotics, which kill microbes. They train your body to kill microbes.

It’s really odd, if you think about it. Our bodies can cure things like polio and rabies, but for some reason, there are diseases they refuse to fix until vaccines train them, so people die from diseases their bodies can cure.

Coronavirus isn’t like polio and rabies, though.

I don’t know if MacFarlane finished high school or what. Being funny with cheap, easy shock humor is not the same thing as being informed.

MacFarlane also seems to think vaccines provide perfect immunity. He says he got the shot, and he has never had covid. BANG. Game over. He wins. Because what he says about his history has to be true, and if true, it proves no one who gets the vaccine gets sick.

Or we could consider the real and simple truth.

1. He may be lying. People have been known to do it.

2. He may have had covid without knowing it. He may have been asymptomatic, he may have told himself he had a cold, or he may be one of the many millions of people who have been tested while infected and received false negatives. I’ve tested negative and flown, twice, within days of infections that were probably coronavirus. I’m not a rarity. The percentage of false negatives is very large, for all types of tests.

3. Any American over the age of 10 who doesn’t know that MOST vaccinated people get coronavirus should be ashamed of himself.

MOST vaccinated people get coronavirus. Look it up.

I’m not going to provide citations, because I’m citing things that are common knowledge. It would be like citing authority to prove cigarettes cause cancer.

The worst thing about MacFarlane’s performance is his shamelessly snotty, dismissive, ironic condescension. It’s a little weird to see Maher participate in a discussion where he’s not the one with the biggest ego and the least patience with other people’s reasoned arguments, but MacFarlane has managed to make it happen. He talks down to Maher, using arguments a 4-year-old could shoot down, as though Maher were insisting the earth were flat. The whole time, Maher is not just correct but obviously correct.

Maher says young healthy people don’t need the vaccine. That’s a hundred percent true. Their odds of having severe covid are right down there with the odds of winning two trifectas in one day. The government figures show this. Doctors admit it. It’s not controversial. MacFarlane doesn’t buy it, because apparently, he gets his medical information from The View.

If you’re young and healthy, it’s extremely unlikely you’ll get very sick with covid, but you could have serious vaccine-related problems. The vaccine they gave me is now partially banned because of such problems. I can’t get another booster even if I ask for it.

Can’t be true, though, because a guy who created a cartoon show with a talking dog heard otherwise while watching his Hollywood pals do blow at a party raising money to castrate boys who like to dance.

A year or two ago, God told me, “The truth has gotten lost.” He was so right. It’s hard to find the truth about anything now. Elections. Coronavirus. Shortages. Wars. Antisemitism. And finding the truth is going to get harder yet now that we have deepfakes.

“Here’s video.” “So what?”

It doesn’t help that the socials are spreading lies and censoring truth as policy.

The death of truth will coincide with the end of the age and the arrival of the rapture. Why? Because the inability to spread the truth means the end of spreading the gospel, and the world’s only purpose is to spread the gospel and enlarge God’s family. We are close to a pivotal moment. One day, God will decide he is not reaching enough people to justify leaving his children here to suffer, and he will pull us out. It will be a lot like what happened in Vietnam, Afghanistan, and Somalia. The people in those low-trust countries, by and large, were too worthless and dishonest to continue trying to save.

The arrogance of celebrities is an absurdity. You play a few songs, you play make-believe in front of cameras, and suddenly, you’re a botoxed, rehabbed god. You know everything about everything, even if, like Peter Jennings, Tom Cruise, Jennifer Lawrence, Leonardo DiCaprio, and Michael J. Fox, you didn’t graduate from high school.

People should buy the brand of underwear you recommend. They should smoke the cigarettes you like. They should listen to your 650-SAT opinions about medical science.

Maybe we should fire every scholar and expert, build a couple of golden thrones for Barbra Streisand and Drew Barrymore and do whatever they tell us. “Drew says eating meat causes earthquakes, so from now on, it’s soy for everybody.”

You’re going to get coronavirus if you haven’t already. You probably have, even if you didn’t feel it or you mistook it for something else. Vaccines will not prevent it. They may lessen your suffering, but then again, you may get very sick and die. The immunity they provide doesn’t last long, so if you rely on them, you will have to take shots until you die or science comes up with a better solution. If you’ve had coronavirus, your body has vaccinated itself.

Truth.

There are surely a few people out there who were born immune to coronavirus. You’re not one of them. Oh sure, you might be. And you might win a billion dollars in the lottery. Don’t bet on it. If you haven’t gotten sick, the odds that you were asymptomatic are much higher.

One of the things that makes the rapture so alluring is knowing that those who make it will leave all the rotten, annoying people on Earth behind for good. We (I hope it’s “we”) will never have to listen to another idiotic lecture about misgendering. We’ll never have to hear about the evils of whiteness. There will be no morons telling us Christianity is a slave religion. And we won’t be abused by conceited ignoramuses for refusing dangerous shots.

Bill Maher asks for this kind of thing when he invites people like Kathy Griffin and Cameron Diaz to serious discussions. I can’t say I have any sympathy for him.

Mommy Youtube Threatens me With the Playpen

I avoid social media, but I do have Reddit and Youtube accounts. Reddit can be helpful if you need advice on something like installing a toilet. Reddit is boring, so it’s not like enjoyable sites that addict people. Youtube, though full of sinister, unfair censorship, is nowhere near as bad as other sites, and I have gotten away with things like saying God hates homosexuality.

I should also say I have Rumble. I barely use it. I don’t really think of it as a social media site, because it isn’t controlled by oppressive perverts, racists, and socialists.

Every once in a while, Youtube reminds me that I am, in fact, unwanted and suppressed. By doing this, Youtube’s stooges give me helpful reality checks that remind me not to try to appease or fit in with them or their kind. It’s not possible or desirable.

I’ve had two videos taken down. They took one down because I mentioned ivermectin without claiming it worked. They just took the other one down because I speculated about the mRNA vaccines, which are now known to cause deadly cardiomyopathy in people of all ages.

I was enthusiastic about the vaccines early on, because I think people who generally resist vaccines are ignorant, emotional nuts, and I wanted to be able to see my wife in person. We could not travel without the shots. But when I read about the strange new mRNA technology, I decided to go with the other shot, which seemed similar to a flu or measles vaccine.

In my video, I said that even if the mRNA shots didn’t do permanent harm, pushing us to take them could condition us to take shots that were definitely harmful later on. For this reason, my video was removed.

When a video is removed from Youtube, they give you a chance to appeal. Appealing consists of clicking a link that says you want to appeal. You can’t add information. They don’t tell you anything about their analysis process. Maybe an hour or two later, you get a notice saying your appeal was denied, and that’s it.

Basically, clicking the link is like asking, “Will you do nothing to address the problem you just caused?”, and the answer is generally, “Yes!”

If they really don’t like your video, they tell you your channel has a “strike,” and after too many strikes, you get suspended or something. Double secret probation.

It shows how leftists (Youtube is run by leftists) fear death. They live for this disgusting, defiled, short, unsatisfying life. Aging and death terrify them. They think science and/or paganism are their only protection. Because of their terror, they are willing to abuse other classes of people very badly. They think it’s justified.

I am a Christian. I don’t just believe Yeshua is God and that he has saved me; I know these things. Because God is kind to me, I have a very enjoyable, fulfilling life. I don’t worry. I live in a house full of love, in a traditional God-ordained marriage with a noncompetitive woman who loves me. Nonetheless, I look forward to dying, because my life after death will be utterly magnificent. To most leftists, death is a horrifying transition to an unknown destination which could be full of suffering. To me, it’s a move away from leftists and the demons they serve. It’s a move to a better neighborhood, free of vexatious people and spirits, where I will bathe in the love of my God, my brothers, and my sisters for eternity.

It will be like serving in a bloody war and being called home for good.

Right now, I’m surrounded by people who are literally insane, and almost none of them will listen when I tell them how good God is. I’m surrounded by people who literally hate me for believing the unspeakably beautiful truth about the God who loves them and wants to save them. It won’t be long before they snap and start killing people like me in America, in large numbers, for trying to help them. Why wouldn’t I look forward to leaving?

Yeshua says we are not to cast our pearls before swine. We are his pearls, and the hateful, homicidal people who make up the majority are the swine. He’s not going to leave us in their midst forever.

I feel like abandoning Youtube and making the jump to Rumble, which has surprised me be turning into a viable platform. I thought it would never happen. It’s not as big as Youtube, but there are videos that get tens of thousands of views. Right now, I’m doing great if I get 20. Youtube suppresses me. It turns vapid teenagers into millionaires by promoting them, but it pushes people like me into a techno-oubliette.

I’m tired of being censored. I don’t need to be provoked to anger all the time by conceited, disrespectful punks who will only get worse with time. I don’t think I will do any less good on Rumble than I do on Youtube, which is virtually none. You could say it’s a mistake to leave the place where there is the most corruption, because you can reach more people there, but Youtube prevents me from reaching anyone, so that objection falls flat.

If I move to Rumble, it will be a very small thing to me. I don’t care much about my videos. I enjoy making them, but if Youtube deleted everything I’ve done today, I wouldn’t care, any more than I would care if this blog was destroyed by leftists. I would get relief from repeated reminders that my speech is controlled by hateful idiots. That would be nice.

Youtube also deletes my comments on other people’s videos. It’s impossible to predict what they’ll delete. I don’t think it’s AI, because AI would make some sense. I have to wonder if they assign “troublesome” users to real human minders. Rainbow-haired queer-theorist witches, maybe. Maybe there is a pathetic man in a dress, with scars where his penis used to be, monitoring and removing my comments as they pop up.

They can’t do that here yet, and I’m getting something like 2,000 page views per day.

There is no way to know what actually happens to my videos and comments, because Youtube is autocratic. Youtube’s people are smug tyrants who don’t answer to anyone except entities like the Chinese Communist Party and random homosexual activists (like the ones who got TB Joshua banned). They never explain.

The government should break Google and Youtube up, but they won’t, because Google and Youtube and the other big socials are de facto governmental entities. The corrupt don’t monitor or regulate themselves if they don’t have to.

I think I’ll start praying for the destruction of the leftist socials every day. I already pray for the destruction of the entertainment industry, including the sports industry.

I’ll never take action against them, personally. I don’t want to fool with that. I wouldn’t get up from my recliner to hold a sign in front of Google’s headquarters if it were next door. But asking for God to fight them is easy. If he chooses to do what I ask, wonderful. If not, no big deal. The world is going to be destroyed either way, and my wife and I have already been saved.

Things Are Even Worse Than we Think

I’ve been fiddling around with a link-aggregation site. There are tons of such sites out there, but I wanted to create my own, dedicated to exposing the progress of the apocalypse.

I wanted to see a site sort of like Drudge or Citizen Free Press, but without all the man-worshiping political stuff.

I don’t know if I’ll stick with it, but in case anyone wants to see it, here it is: Apocalynks.

Submissions welcome, but don’t expect a hat tip or anything.

Gross Gross Gross

I’m trying to make preparations so cooking will go easier tomorrow. In the meantime, my wife and I are talking about the T.D. Jakes mess which broke a day or two ago.

I’m always glad when I can say I never thought much of a suddenly-disgraced preacher, partly because some awful preachers have fooled me. I’m happy to say I never had any use for Jakes. He’s a motivational speaker, plain and simple, which means he teaches pride. Any Christian over the age of 4 should know pride is the worst thing there is. Jakes teaches people how to get God to make their ungodly dreams come true instead of showing them how to get aligned with God’s plans.

He always struck me as incredibly arrogant. I have my moments of pride, but I can’t imagine having the brass to stand in front of tens of thousands or millions of people, like Jakes, bellowing self-indulgent nonsense like an angry walrus. It’s like watching a rock star zone out while playing a guitar solo to a packed stadium.

Jakes is partially responsible for the money-worshiping horror known as Paula White. She calls him “daddy,” which is beyond creepy. You can’t pal around with Paula White and claim to know anything about God.

I have a lot of black friends, and I used to go to a black church. God help anyone who tells black Christians there is something wrong with a TV preacher, especially one who is also black. It’s like poking the Beyhive or saying Michael Jackson should have been hanged for molesting boys, which is true. Fans will swarm you. On the web, people who can’t possibly know whether the stories are true are going after people who assume they are or merely think they might be.

If you’re not up to speed, the story is that T.D. Jakes has a long history of going to homosexual parties hosted by Sean Combs and letting other men use him like a woman. Well, not quite like a woman, since sex with women is normal and involves organs designed for the purpose. But you get the idea.

Yesterday, I decided to see how things shook out before drawing conclusions, since people are accused falsely all the time, but now I’ve seen more accusations come out, and I saw part of Jakes’ lame response. I’ve also seen a horrible interview he did with Huffpo, the noted Christian news outlet, in which he endorsed homosexuality in churches. I still don’t know for sure, but it’s starting to look very bad.

In his sermon today, he sort of addressed the stories. He looked utterly humiliated. It’s hard to describe the look a man has on his face when the most humiliating things about him have just been exposed to the entire world, but Jakes had that look. No matter what he was saying or how confident he made his voice sound, he had the expression of a man who was crying.

He was also defiant, arrogant, and belligerent. And he made accusations. This is how guilty ego cases act when they’ve been exposed. “How dare you touch God’s anointed?” “I can’t address this nonsense because I am here to preach God’s word.” “DO NOT AROUSE THE WRATH OF THE GREAT AND POWERFUL OZ!”

If I were accused of letting male strangers have sex with me at rapper parties, I wouldn’t say things like, “I’m not going to address a lie,” and I wouldn’t get caught up in praising myself. I’d tell people they were out of their minds to believe it. I’d say the thought of sex with men made me heave. And I wouldn’t have an expression like a kid who just got put on Tiktok wearing his mother’s clothes.

His ministry said the stories were false. That’s vague. It’s easy to say a story which is fundamentally true is false, simply because some details are wrong. “Is it true you lured an 8–year-old boy into your basement with a bag of Snickers bars?” “NO! They were Milky Ways.” If you’re innocent, you don’t just deny the particular story that’s being spread. You deny being the kind of person who would be involved in such things. You deny you have ever engaged in that type of activity.

A real denial would sound like, “I have never been engaged in any kind of sexual activity with another male.” “I am not a homosexual.” “None of this is true.” “Nothing remotely like this ever happened.” It would be broad, to cover all the bases.

Jakes has taken up for homosexuality, not just homosexuals, in the past, so the impression I get is that he was laying the groundwork for a quick recovery should he be exposed. Today he said that even if the stories were true, he would just need to repent. Again, it looks like he’s preparing for more disclosures.

No, you can’t just repent and go back to work next Sunday. It’s true that God will forgive Jakes if he repents, but that doesn’t make him fit for ministry. You can repent if you slip briefly into looking at porn. You can repent and move on if you slip and get high from time to time. You can’t just turn on a dime and resume a global ministry after admitting you’ve let legions of men sodomize you. It doesn’t work that way. There is a difference between slips and a lifetime of consistent hypocrisy and perversion.

Maybe he’s innocent, and he’s just very bad at denials, but he couldn’t look much more guilty. He should look furious or amused. Not devastated, deflated, and lost. He looks suicidal.

I like seeing horrible ministries destroyed, and I like seeing bad people have their claws torn off of gullible Christians, but if Jakes is really finished, it will cause problems for many people. Their faith will be shaken. Many will give up on Yeshua altogether.

This is what comes of not praying in tongues. If you pray in tongues, God will eventually lead you away from every fraud and phraraoh. If not, you will continue to believe every idiot who can find a TV camera to stand in front of.

T.D. Jakes has no business preaching, regardless of whether he’s a homosexual. Any preacher who endorses sodomy is working for Satan, so I hope his ministry is destroyed quickly, whether by this story or some other crisis.

Hope everyone is having a great Christmas Eve.

The wife and I have pretty much given up any pretense of healthy eating until day after tomorrow. Last night, I made her my own dish, champagne chicken, with fettuccine covered with basil cream sauce. I also made a pile of garlic rolls. She loved going to Italian restaurants when we were traveling, and she said this beat them all. She said it was like a 5-star restaurant.

Today I’m fixing a Honey-Faked ham. I like Honey-Baked ham, but I can’t see spending $13 per pound for something I can make for about $2.75, better. I have a recipe I made up, and it works great. Right now I have a Smithfield spiral ham, bought on sale, resting on a broiling pan. They come pretty wet, so I’m letting the liquid drip out of it before applying the crust and using the blowtorch.

We may make cookies. I am also considering making bourbon balls, a Kentucky favorite. They’re just chocolates full of bourbon-flavored goo. They’re generally pretty bad, but I have an idea for fixing them. I plan to make Kentucky cream candy, flavor it with bourbon, and use it for the filling.

It’s hard to describe cream candy, so I won’t try, except to say it’s like soft, butter-flavored chalk made from sugar.

For around 10 days, I’ve had a rib roast sitting in the fridge covered with salt, butter, and garlic. Tomorrow, it comes out. I’ll serve it with potatoes au gratin and Caesar salad, made with real dressing based on a Serious Eats recipe. It turns out Kenji Lopez-Alt isn’t totally useless. I’ll follow up with creme brulee. I came up with a very easy recipe that doesn’t require a water bath. You just bake at 205°.

We plan to watch the Charlie Brown Christmas special today. We have to buy it at Walmart. Apple bought the Peanuts specials three years ago, and they refuse to stream the Christmas show on anything but their ridiculous platform. They keep it off network TV.

I like the show because it’s one of the few Christmas specials that mention Yeshua. It’s not about snowmen animated by witchcraft or deer that pull an imaginary fat guy around on a sleigh. It’s not about feeling good about yourself on your alternative drag Christmas. It’s not about imaginary critters that eat roast beast.

It’s funny how many of the best-known specials were created by Jews. You can’t really expect good things to happen when you turn Yeshua’s birthday over to people who think he was a magician who went to hell and then founded the Nazi Party.

I wouldn’t try to write a Passover or Ramadan special.

Dr. Seuss was Jewish. I love his work, and I enjoyed the Grinch cartoon, but there was no Grinch in the gospels unless Herod and the high priests count.

Things keep getting better here. People told me we were still on our honeymoon because we had spent so little time together. They said we would learn what marriage was really like once my wife got here. In reality, we get along even better now. That’s a relief.

We may be the most boring couple on Earth. We get up, pray, eat cookies for breakfast, goof off, buy groceries, eat again, pray, and sleep. It seems to suit both of us well.

I wondered if a young woman would be bored in the country, far from malls and so on, but she loves it here.

God really looked out for us.

I have to go buy cheese for the potatoes, so I will sign off. I leave you with the ham recipe. There is still time.

INGREDIENTS

1. Honey glue

1/2 cup orange blossom or other light-colored honey
2 tbsp. prepared yellow mustard
1 tbsp. butter

2. Sugary crust

1 cup caramelized sugar
1 cup dark brown sugar
1/2 tsp. salt
1 tbsp. cloves
1 tsp. nutmeg
1/4 tsp. allspice

Flop the ham face-down on a plate. Let it sit in the fridge for a while to see how much water comes out. You don’t want it too wet.

Apply the glue and then pack on the crust. Set it with a torch if you want. Refrigerate.

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In case anyone else wants to try Kentucky cream candy, I’ll post a recipe, but I only have my own version, which I made with real maple syrup instead of sugar. I invented this myself, and it is well worth the cost of real syrup. Believe me.

If you want to eat this tomorrow, you need to make it today so it has time to turn into real cream candy.

If you don’t do it carefully, you may end up with hard candy, which is still a win. When cream candy is made correctly, it sort of disappears in your mouth. It’s different.

INGREDIENTS

1-1/2 cups maple syrup (not fake maple)
1/2 cup heavy cream
1/4 tsp. salt
1/2 tsp. vanilla

Dump the syrup and salt in a deep saucepan. It will bubble up, so you don’t want a shallow pan. Heat until it boils gently. Add the cream slowly. You don’t have to stir it.

You can add the vanilla at the start, or if you’re afraid boiling will hurt it, you can drizzle it on the candy right before you pull it. Pulling will work it into the candy.

Boil the mixture until it hits 260°. When you start getting close to the final temperature, get a pan ready to chill the candy. Put several teaspoons in the pan, concave side down. Fill the pan with ice and water, a little deeper than the height of the spoons. Butter a smaller pan.

When the candy is ready, put the small pan in the big pan and pour the candy into it. When the candy is cold enough to remove with your hands, remove it and form it into a long rod. Stretch the rod, fold it, and stretch it again. You want to do this for about 5 minutes. The candy will develop a satiny look.

Stretch the candy until it’s thin enough to make pieces of a convenient size. Cut it into small pieces with shears. Set it aside until it “creams,” meaning until it turns soft and chalky. This may take a whole day.

Don’t try to cut the candy with a knife or cleaver.

You should be able to use any flavoring you like. You could buy menthol crystals and make peppermint candy. You would need to use table sugar instead of syrup. A cup of sugar is about equivalent to 3/4 cup syrup.

Be Vewwwy, Vewwy Quiet

I decided to give myself a nice Christmas present. A silencer.

I took a precision rifle course a few years back, and I noticed a couple of things. I was the only person shooting an AR-platform gun instead of a real precision rifle (the question “Is it deer season?” was heard), and silencers seemed to be everywhere except on my gun’s muzzle.

I didn’t think too much of it. After all, ear plugs and muffs are cheap, and smart people use protection even with silencers. I was also not excited about the extreme cost or the long wait OR getting myself on yet another secret list somewhere. Today I decided to give in. I ordered a rimfire silencer, and I am planning to pick one up for bigger guns.

OKAY, PUT ME ON THE LIST NOW. THANKS.

Why rimfire? Mainly, it was a much easier decision. The world of silencers for bigger guns is more complicated, and they cost more. I still have not figured it out. What kind of muzzle attachment do I want? How will it work with a brake? Lots of questions. With rimfire, you just decide which one you want and order it.

Do I need it? Of course not. Plain old ear plugs are fine for a .22. But silencers are fun.

There are companies that make buying a silencer easy. You can actually have a silencer delivered to your door. You pay. They send you a kit with a government form and an SASE. You fill out the form and mail it. Then Uncle Sam drags his feet for eternity, because it’s a terrible thing when citizens are allowed to protect their hearing, and eventually, the vendor mails you the silencer.

I guess mailing a silencer is okay in spite of the NFA because you can’t actually shoot someone with it. I don’t know, though. I know you can’t have a new pistol mailed to your house.

It’s all pretty stupid. In parts of gun-phobic, herd-mentality Europe, silencers are not regulated. People can order them from websites the same way we order socks from Bass Pro. They’re also inexpensive compared to American silencers. A silencer is a can with baffles in it, so they probably cost about $20 to make. Our bizarre laws somehow make it easy for manufacturers and sellers to jack up the price.

The NFA is stupid, in general. I have learned a little about it. I found out why it bans rifles and shotguns with short barrels.

Once upon a time, our Congress was so stupid, it tried to get rid of all concealable guns. It wanted to get rid of all pistols. Imagine how criminals would have jumped for joy, seeing the rest of us suddently rendered defenseless. Because a short rifle or shotgun could take the place of a pistol, Congress tried to get rid of them, too. Then the pistol prohibition got the axe, perhaps because someone remembered we had a Constitution, but Congress, being stupid, left the business about short barrels in place.

Congress restricted a class of firearm virtually no one wanted or used. Years later, people decided they wanted short weapons for use in close quarters like homes and businesses, so a law which hadn’t been much of a bother suddenly became a major pain to many law-abiding citizens.

This is my understanding, anyway, and I am too lazy to check to see if it’s right.

While I was taking my class, I observed something I had already heard about, which almost no leftists believe. I noticed how loud “silenced” or “suppressed” guns were. They were very loud. Well able to damage hearing. But they were a lot quieter than unsuppressed guns and therefore less likely to defeat hearing protection.

Leftists think a silenced rifle sounds like a stapler. This idea comes from TV shows and movies, and fictional silenced guns are said to be “Hollywood quiet.” Maybe there is a gun out there that really is that quiet, but the general rule is that they are obnoxiously loud. You can’t run into an airport, shoot 15 people, and run out with no one noticing, regardless of what great geniuses like Whoopi Goldberg and Jake Tapper may think or say.

I don’t expect Hollywood quiet, but I would like to look after my ears reasonably well.

The silencer I ordered is not going to produce the same sad results as silencers attached to high-powered rifles. A .22 round is a lot quieter to begin with, so, if things go as advertised, I should be able to shoot rimfire without ear plugs. Just like I did about 5,000 times when I was a kid. That will be fun.

I only have one .22 which is threaded for a silencer. I guess I can have some other rimfires threaded. I wonder if I should try putting a barrel on the lathe. It would be a good experience even if I screwed up, and barrels can be replaced.

It’s kind of tough to get a silencer for a big gun now. The Obama Effect has not completely worn off. Covid helped keep it going. Many things that were hard to get a couple of years back are now readily available, but many others are still hard to find. The selection of .22 cans is good, but if you have a big rifle, you may have to settle for your third or fourth choice.

The big challenge now is to live long enough to see the paperwork clear.

It’s absurd for our government to hinder and delay the procurement of safety devices which are of no help at all in committing crimes, but we all know how weird the government is.

Speaking of guns and government, I saw Alan Dershowitz say something that wasn’t all that brilliant yesterday.

Dershowitz has a Youtube channel for some reason. He posts videos in which he tries to correct the world. Basically, he can’t adjust to the fact that everyone else is so much less intelligent than he is, so he wastes his time trying to set them straight. I’m sure that will work. Perhaps not the most productive way to spend one’s final days, but he seems to enjoy it.

Ordinarily, I find my chosen profession boring, because it is, but I watch Dershowitz from time to time because it’s nice to see someone with a fairly big platform saying things that should already be obvious to every lawyer in America.

I forget what the video was about, but at the end, he answered a question about the Second Amendment. He said something about how unrealistic it was to hope to fight tyranny with rifles. Apparently, he thinks it can’t be done, so there is no reason to let Americans go about armed.

It was a pretty dumb thing to say, but it goes to show what happens to people when they forget which lane they’re supposed to be in. Dershowitz is great with law, but that doesn’t mean he has any idea how to fight a just rebellion or any other kind of rebellion. It’s the kind of distinction you would hope a top legal mind would make automatically.

Maybe if he were not a leftist, he would have been inclined to do some research. He’s a very fair man, but everyone is somewhat biased.

I will give my take. I’m not a military or political expert, either, but I’m also not a sheltered leftist professor, and I have a little bit of common sense. I’ll post some assertions which may overlap to some degree.

1. Rifles can do wonders when pointed at the right people, so it’s careless to say rifles can’t be used to overthrow a government. Get to the right people, point rifles at them, and a lot of things may start to go your way.

2. Rifles can be used to get bigger weapons. Obvious.

3. If there is ever a just rebellion here, it is a certainty that many cops and military people will be part of it, because they lean right and fascists lean left. Fascist leftists like oppressive government, so they’re not the ones who will rebel. They’d be rebelling against themselves. You can’t fight the establishment when you are the establishment. The rebels would have cops and soldiers on their side, and that means they would also have things like jets, artillery, and tanks. Are tanks artillery? Not sure. Don’t care. Anyway, once the rebellion started, rebels working for the government would provide a lot of larger weapons.

4. In the event of a rebellion, other countries will take a look, and they will take sides. What do meddling countries do in civil wars? They supply arms. Again, the rebels would not be relying solely on duck guns and Glocks.

5. Even if you have big weapons, you still need rifles and people who know how to use them. Obvious? The only way that can happen in a reasonable amount of time is if private citizens are already armed.

6. Guerrillas who started out with small arms have caused a great deal of misery for overconfident superpowers.

7. It’s not easy for a country to fight rebel guerrillas in a civil war. In a normal war, everyone shows up in easily-recognized uniforms, and most of the fighting takes place at well-defined fronts. When you find your enemy, you can usually bomb the daylights out of him, because his people are concentrated and separated from yours. You can even bomb his cities. In a rebellion, people will wear what they wear now. They’ll be everywhere. They’ll be anonymous and under cover. They may work for you by day and kill your people by night. There will be no front. There will be no homogeneous rebel cities for you to bomb. Bomb a city, and you’ll kill your own people. The idea that you’ll be able to release every weapon you have and wrap things up in a hurry is absurd. If that kind of thing worked in civil wars, Vietnam would be a state.

Rebels in America could mount a successful coup, and if that didn’t work out, they would have a very good chance of dividing the country permanently, like Korea. If a rebellion were just, pro-2A people would turn out to be on the right side of history. They would be the people who saved whoever got saved from the tyrants. The founding fathers of Florexas.

8. The Second Amendment is not just about tyranny. It’s also about self-defense, and the best information we have tells us gun ownership and carrying firearms do much more to protect the weak and innocent than they do to empower the cruel. America has a people problem. We have several big demographics that commit a huge amount of violent crime, persistently. Blacks alone commit most murders. There is no hope we can change the population segments that are most prone to violence, so it would be sick and immoral to disarm the rest of us in the vain hope that somehow, disarmament would trickle down to people who never cared about the law to begin with. If Professer Dershowitz ever had to face a loaded shotgun in his bedroom, maybe he would adjust his beliefs a bit.

Ask Professor Dershowitz a purely legal question, and you’re sure to get a smart response. Ask him how guns and wars work, and the situation deteriorates fast. He veers dangerously close to the Behar/Feinstein* Vortex**. You find that he puts his metaphorical pants on one leg at a time, just like lesser attorneys.

Everyone is stupid about something.

He may be uninformed about guns and unaware of his bias, but least he’s not self-deceiving and willfully blind, like most prominent leftists we see commenting on this issue. He tries to be consistent and honest, so he offends just about everyone eventually. That makes him worth listening to occasionally, even if law is boring. Which it is.

*”We have federal regulations and state laws that prohibit hunting ducks with more than three rounds. And yet it’s legal to hunt humans with 15-round, 30-round, even 150-round magazines.” — Dianne Feinstein

**”If you shoot with an AR-15, let’s say you shoot a deer, you can’t eat it because you basically demolish the animal.” — Joy Behar

The Guy with the Biggest Hat Makes the Rules

It’s a wonder Christianity has survived Catholicism and its horrific popes.

We are now being told that pacifist, socialist Francis wants to allow the church to bless homosexual marriages. Priests can’t call them marriages, but they can bless them all the same.

The obvious problem here is that the church will now be putting God’s seal of approval on homosexual fornication. Homosexual activities are sin, and so is fornication, no matter what type.

What happens to self-proclaimed Christians who persist in lifestyles of sin until they die? They go to hell. Once they’re in hell, they’re washed up. No matter what earlier popes and fake saints have said in moments of delusion, there is no purgatory.

You go to hell. Then when hell is abolished, you go to the lake of fire. Then you stay there with the spirits you listened to while you were doing poppers, injecting Andrew Gillum drugs into your penis, and having anal sex in mens restrooms, somehow thinking all this was normal.

If you go to hell, your relatives can’t pray you out. God is the God of the living, not the dead. He said so himself. When you’re dead and damned, he has no further involvement with you. To him, it’s as though you were never born. You can will your fortune to the church. Your kids can pay for the construction of a Catholic school. Doesn’t matter. Your case has been closed, and there is no appeal.

There is no reincarnation, either. The word says you die once, and after that, the judgment. Yes, a few people have returned from the dead in their original bodies, but you don’t get to return as someone new, with a clean slate.

So what is this vile new blessing supposed to confer? It can’t be salvation or closeness with God. It can’t be God’s favor.

If Francis is going to bless homosexual marriages, what else will he bless? Maybe he could bless meth labs and whorehouses. How about porn theaters? Going to a porn theater high on meth and then hitting a whorehouse won’t land you in hell if you repent, but a lifestyle of unrepentant sodomy most certainly will.

Paul was a murderer of Christians, in the service of the Sanhedrin, but he repented, and God forgave him. If he had let homosexual Christians use him like a woman until he died, he would now be burning and lost.

Does the church also bless men and women who shack up? They go to hell, too. A blessing doesn’t do you much good if you still go to hell.

It is astonishing that Catholics have listened to a long series of unauthorized, ignorant, worldly clowns in big hats. The things Catholics believe are wild. They think Mary never sinned or had sex, but the Bible makes it clear Yeshua had at least 4 younger siblings.

The Bible says sex within marriage is good. The marriage bed is “undefiled.” Why the squeamishness about the sinless sex Mary had with Joseph, in obedience to God’s command, on many occasions? God himself told people to multiply, and he wasn’t talking about math homework.

Mary didn’t conceive as a virgin because sex was sinful. She conceived as a virgin because the Holy Spirit had no body. God had to impregnate her. He couldn’t use a fallen man’s body for that.

If you want to pick nits, Mary was not an ordinary virgin when she conceived. She had not known a man, but she was impregnated by a male known as the Holy Spirit. Her reproductive parts were involved, just as your mother’s and mine were. And Yeshua came out through the same opening the rest of us use.

The business about worshiping saints is amazing. It is mentioned nowhere in the Bible, except in places where necromancy is condemned. The practice of worshiping statues and dried-up body parts is not Biblical, either. The Bible tells us to worship the creator, not that which he created.

The Bible never tells us to ask the dead to pray for us. It tells us not to be involved with them. Mary and the “saints” are unquestionably dead, and they probably have no idea people pray to them.

I don’t know how much more wrong Francis can get.

Human beings should have known something was wrong when we stopped seeing miracles, prophecy, and other supernatural manifestations of God. These things are common among Spirit-led Christians today, but the dead churches pretend they’re rare, and if they happen among people who dare to wave their hands during hymns, they’re condemned as fakes or works of the devil.

The dead churches believe the devil can still do all kinds of supernatural things, but God can’t. They think the devil can make you speak in tongues, but God can’t. They believe possessed people can do all sorts of superhuman stuff, but Christians can’t be empowered by the Holy Spirit.

If all this is true, shouldn’t we be worshiping the strong one instead of the god of the dead churches? If Yahweh can’t heal you of cancer, can he really save you from hell?

Supposedly, Yeshua came down and worked all sorts of miracles, and so did the prophets, and so did Christians in the time of Yeshua, but now miracles are only for an occasional shepherd who sees Mary beside a pond, and people who practice voodoo. At some point, after thousands of years of supernatural work, God decided he was wrong, but he decided to let Satan keep doing miracles.

Sure.

God isn’t blessing any kind of fornication or homosexual activity. Snap out of it. If popes knew anything, they’d do what Yeshua did and modern apostles do. They wouldn’t have raised armies, fought wars, sired countless bastards, or, in the most amazing case, run two competing pope offices at the same time. When there are two popes, one thing is for sure: at least one of them is not speaking ex cathedra about anything.

I’ll say it again. The rapture can’t come too soon.

Threefold Cord in Action

Even if you know leftism is just a collection of Satanic brainwashing myths, it makes an impact when you see your beliefs proven right. This is normal when things God tells you are demonstrated right in front of you.

Leftism is rebellion against divine authority. That includes every form of leftism, including feminism.

Christians are supposed to be baptized with the Holy Spirit and communicate with him throughout the day, submitting to him and listening to him. A man is supposed to be the anointed authority over his household, backed up by the authority of God. A wife is supposed to submit to both God and her husband.

A man and his wife are supposed to have different jobs. A man has the primary obligation to guide, provide, and protect. It’s a position of self-sacrifice. He provides a stable environment in which the wife and kids can thrive in safety. A woman is obligated to look after the house, and she is supposed to handle the bulk of childcare. The childen are supposed to submit to both parents as well as God. The dog submits to everyone. Satan and his fatherless imps are somewhere below the dog and the rats and roaches.

Before my wife got here, I had to do everything. Manage the business. Bring in the money. Look after bills and taxes. Look after the buildings and grounds. Shop. Cook. Clean. I had to buy a back scratcher.

Leftists hate it when you say this, but it’s true: men are not that great at homemaking. Our standards are completely different. Even if we are clean and orderly, the homes of unaccompanied men lack the peaceful, warm atmosphere of homes ordered by women.

I was reasonably clean, but I had a plastic folding table from Home Depot in my kitchen. I had plastic chairs around it. I had an ammunition press and a large cache of cartridges in the dining room, along with two benches and a lot of tools.

The garage was chaotic. I sprayed it with pesticide, I kept the garbage from backing up, and once in a while, I opened the doors and ran the leaf blower. That was good enough for me.

There was a lot of junk on the kitchen table, because I ate in the living room. Left to their own devices, men will eat in three places: the couch, the patio, and standing over the kitchen sink.

Walking in my master closet was very difficult because I had left a lot of guns and other junk in there.

I was tired of cooking, not because cooking was a lot of work, but because I also had to clean and shop. Sometimes I made good food, but often, I made things that were simple, that I could choke down in order to prolong survival. It saved me work.

I had $20 white sheets from IKEA. I got hooked on them while caring for my dad. Cheap and easy to bleach. On top of the sheets, I used either a quilt I found among my sister’s abandoned belongings when she moved to rehab, or a cheap Chinese electric blanket.

Things were good. Men are not like women, so I was okay with my standards. Things are better now, however.

My wife nearly freaked out when she got here, saying she could not be happy unless things were in order.

All junk was removed from the master suite. We went through things I had been ignoring, and we threw out stuff I should have dumped long ago. I was relieved to have the motivation and help. We laundered the pillows. We made several shopping trips for real bedding.

My wife emptied and cleaned my dresser and end tables, and she put things back in, in ways that made somewhat more sense. She vacuumed. She dusted. She organized the closet. There is so much room in there now, you could have home church in the closet. She goes in there to pray for long periods.

We emptied the kitchen cupboards and pantry. My wife cleaned, we threw stuff out, and things went back in. We got a rack that hangs on the pantry door, and we filled it with things like condiments and cookies. We like it so much, we have a second one on the way for the other door. The pantry seems three times as big now.

My friend Mike stayed here last year, and he left a household’s worth of junk and food-related things. We threw out a lot of expired Mike items.

She organized my laundry room, where I keep my paranoia shelves full of nonperishable food. They seemed full when she arrived. Now they seem empty. Simply moving stuff around made a big difference.

She attacked the garage. Mike had left a huge box of seasonings, oil, condiments, and other food items in there. Unbeknownst to me, he had left a box of starch and a box of confectioner’s sugar open, which explained why I had a roach problem in a garage where the garbage was always sealed up and dumped regularly. The box containing all the food items was full of roach poop and irate live roaches. I had to blast it with Raid and leave it alone for hours before I could put it in the car to take it to the dump. Roaches will colonize a car if you let them.

I sent Mike photos, and he said he wanted to save some things. Mike is a man, too. Everything went to the landfill.

Mike had left a couple of hundred pounds of random items in the room where I keep the piano. My wife moved it all into a smallish space in the garage.

I sold Mike my Moto Guzzi motorcycle a long time ago, in order to get it out of the garage. This plan backfired, because he left it where it was. Inspired by my wife, I put it outside under a tarp. We now have so much room, we can bring the pickup inside.

Mike keeps saying he’s going to fly down and haul his things off. I don’t know how long I can protect them from my wife.

My bathrooms were pretty clean, but now the cabinets are ordered. I redid the sink P traps, so now we are safe from leaks. My wife bought post-poop spray for use after people drop a deuce.

We plan meals together. We shop together. Generally, I cook. When I cook, I get to go sit down afterward. My wife cleans up the kitchen. That’s totally new. I can’t get used to it.

While I sit and she cleans, I can almost hear shrill, high-pitched voices with New York accents, telling me women aren’t supposed to do that.

Yesterday, she cooked a neat African meal. It was the first time she cooked an entire meal here. It was really good. I didn’t know she could cook. I got up to do the dishes afterward, and she sent me to the living room and cleaned the kitchen herself.

When I work on things like the tractors and the grounds, I don’t have to think about things I’ll have to do in the house later. I don’t concern myself with vacuuming or cleaning toilets. It’s all done for me.

I’m having problems with my old gate opener, so I have to keep opening it up and working on it. I have a kitchen cart I’m building, and there is still some welding and painting to do. While I work on things like that, my wife is in the house, imposing order.

I haven’t done a load of laundry in weeks. Clean clothing magically appears in the dresser. If I spill something on my shirt, my wife insists I give it to her and go get a fresh one.

I showed my wife how I clean toilets when she got here. Since then, I haven’t cleaned a single one. They’re always shiny and fresh-smelling, like only the angels used them. I’m not positive, but I think she keeps leaving the seats up. I’m afraid to ask. What kind of woman does that in feminist-ruined America?

We got on the living room. We looked at a zillion couches and chairs. We bought a really nice vintage rocker at a consignment store, which we visit frequently. I learned about Howard Restor-A-Finish, a product that works wonders on used furniture. I picked out a traditional wool rug like the ones my grandparents had, and we’ll get one after the turn of the year.

I’ve been on Ebay, buying traditional kitchen stuff. I got some old copper Jell-O molds for the walls. I bought some Griswold cast iron trivets to replace my mother’s trivets, which were looted and lost. I may pick up a few more century-old cast iron items.

We bought a bunch of picture frames, and we are putting family photos on the walls and coffee table. We have dedicated a hallway wall to future photos of friends and relations.

When my grandparents died, my relations took things that were ostentatious or valuable. I got my grandmother’s kerosene lamps. They’re worth around $30 each, but I remember seeing them on the mantel in her basement. We took them out and cleaned them up, and now they’re on our mantel, along with a couple of clay whiskey jugs I inherited. I’m considering putting an old butter churn on the hearth.

We go to the flea market and look for other vintage junk. Not something a man does when he lives alone, unless he has hopes of attracting another man.

I bought some vintage postcards of scenes I remember from Kentucky. I got a frame for them, and we’ll put it on a wall somewhere. I have a 1950 stamped postcard from the post office at the kibbutz where I worked. It commemorates the opening of the post office. We’ll frame that, too.

Furniture stores have sales in January and February. We plan to take advantage. We couldn’t find an old bedroom set we liked, so we chose one, and we will buy it next year.

Men create quarters. Women create homes. I would never have done any of these things had I not gotten married.

The difference is tremendous. The house seems bigger. It’s more peaceful. It’s a good place for prayer. I’m much more on top of business obligations, because now I have more time as well as a person who depends on me.

My wife doesn’t have to think about food, clothing, housing, protection, car problems, anything related to tools, or medical care. I don’t have to occupy myself with wife duties. It’s tremendous. It’s traditional. It’s correct. It works.

Of course it works. It was God’s idea.

Meanwhile, the US is full of 35+ career women–feminists–who live with cats, worry about their eggs, and put out because they think it’s the way to find husbands. They learned this from feminist leaders…who didn’t marry.

They’re miserable. They have no one to look after them. They have no one to look after. They have to compete with girls who are younger and therefore much more attractive. They think about buying ideal semen from tall, high-IQ, handsome strangers they will never meet and who are probably mostly transients and fast food workers. Women who bought the lie try to buy sperm from the kind of men who won’t marry them. They know most of their kind will die single.

Single men are better off than single women. Harsh fact of life. My life was very good before I met my wife. She was poor. She lived in a hovel with two other women. She had no reason to think kids were on the way any time soon, and she had no way to provide for them. I was sitting in a big house on a farm, enjoying my hobbies and my relationship with God, lacking for nothing except someone to pray with and make sacrifices for.

Our relationship is unusual in that she was in another country, but American single women are also worse off than single men. They are not as capable of looking after themselves as men. No one ever says, “It must be tough, being a man, living alone.”

They crave kids most men don’t crave. They have biological clocks, but it’s possible for a 100-year-old man to have kids.

My great-grandfather had 11 kids by his second wife, my great-grandmother. She was 15 when he married her, and he was already old. He and her father arranged his second marriage without consulting her. He married her on her 15th birthday, and they were married when he died at the age of 78.

He was about 55 when my grandfather was born. He ended up with 21 children. He was about 70 when his last child was born. Women can’t do that.

My great-grandmother was probably saved from additional children by menopause, not any deterioration on her husband’s part. Meanwhile, American women in their twenties are freezing eggs.

We pray together at least twice every day. We share testimony and revelation. We discuss the Bible. We help motivate each other.

This is a good system, but because I was raised in Satan’s world of sick relationships, somehow there is a part of me that feels I have to defend it. Like the part of me that used to feel like I was walking into porn theaters when I walked into gun ranges.

God’s system is right. It works. It’s for everyone.

I feel as though I am working harder than expected to make this home feel homey, and I think this is because the world is washed up. It’s a hard, cold place now, full of perversion and outright insanity. A traditional home is insulation from, and a counterbalance to, the filth of the persecuting, trans-worshiping, phone-addicted world, and it’s a reminder that we will eventually live in a world filled with God’s light and warmth.

I’m writing this not long after Jill Biden put out a stomach-twisting video of the left’s vision of a proper Christmas. You must have seen it by now. Christmas is supposed to be a sort of second Thanksgiving, in which we celebrate the gifts of Yeshua and the Holy Spirit. It’s about the love of families. We celebrate these things in our homes, where we try to rekindle our warmth and love for each other. A home is never so much a home as it is on Christmas.

Ms. Biden’s video is a sickening parade of sexual oddities in bizarre costumes, with fake grins of the sort you would expect to see on kids high on molly, prancing among creepy decorations as though recreating the kind of thing an unsaved person might see while descending into hell after a Christmas Day overdose.

It’s terrible when the left tries to destroy Christmas, but it’s even more nauseating when they try to take it over. The Biden video has nothing in it to remind us of Yeshua. It’s full of dancers who are about as charming as horror movie clowns. Their insincere grins are supposed to be cheery, but they come off as threatening, like the grins of demons awaiting the arrival of the dead.

It reminded me of something I hadn’t thought about for years: the distaste homosexuals feel for Christmas.

Young people may not remember it, but we used to hear a lot about the misery homosexuals endured over Christmas. Other people were celebrating with their husbands, wives, kids, and other relations. Homosexuals had nobody and no relationship with the God they knew detested their behavior. Christmas was a yearly reminder that a lifestyle of alcohol, drugs, selfishness, sex with feces-smeared anuses instead of vaginas, and too many sexual partners to remember was vastly inferior to normal heterosexual life.

I don’t know if it’s true, because self-pitying mythology was common, but they used to say many homosexuals committed suicide over Christmas, recognizing the emptiness of depravity and not knowing any way to be delivered.

The church has done an extremely poor job of delivering people from sexual perversion and compulsive fornication, but to be fair, not many people are interested in deliverance.

There is no way homosexual families will ever be “right.” It’s a hopeless quest, like putting a wig on Bruce Jenner, giving him a girl’s name, slicing his penis off, and expecting normal men to ask him out. It’s terrible when people give up everything to chase toxic mirages.

Jenner has actually complained that men don’t want him. It is astonishing that he didn’t expect that. You can put icing and candles on a cow pie and tell people it’s a birthday cake, but no one in his right mind will want to eat it.

There is a HUGE difference between a woman and a castrated man full of wrong hormones. Huge. Ask any man. The flesh feels different. The mannerisms are feminine, not effeminate. The mind is different. The skin has a different scent. Women don’t make noise when they walk. And women don’t have big man hands built for swinging swords and axes.

I think Biden’s video is motivated in hostility toward the “haves,” like all of leftism. Other people have decorations with crosses. They read the Bible to their kids. They look at manger displays. They hold hands and thank Yeshua, knowing he has prepared a perfect future for them. Leftists are out in the cold, so they try to make Christmas about nonexistent elves, a maladjusted fat man obsessed with other people’s kids, reindeer, trees, drunkenness, fornication, and gifts bought on credit, which assure a miserable New Year full of bills and interest.

I see Biden’s video as an act of aggression. It’s an effort to replace Yeshua and Christians with sexually ambiguous weirdos in costumes straight out of a child’s nightmares. Maybe it’s a deliberate effort to mock Christmas and Christianity. “It’s our White House now, and THIS is your White House Christmas.”

And the choreography and music are horrible.

All in all, I think a Christmas tree lighting ceremony ruined by perverts and angry Muslims is easier to watch.

How could “Dr. Jill” look at this video and not realize it was a belly-churning abomination?

“Dr. Jill.” The doctor of education. Like Bill Cosby.

I’m a doctor, too. I’m a doctor of law, like every lawyer under a certain age. I don’t go around making people call me “Dr. Steve.” Ridiculous. If you want people to call you a doctor, get a real doctorate. Become a physician or a mathematician. Learning how to teach kids to clap erasers isn’t the same as mastering neurosurgery or real analysis.

Shaquille O’Neal has a doctorate, and he insists the world is flat. He says he has seen it through airplane windows.

Dr. Shaq.

Great guy. An inspiration in many ways. Not a real doctor.

We need to stop questioning God’s guidelines. The person who created them is God, after all. He knows what works. His ways work. There are millions of normal families all over the world who do things God’s way, and they get results. They’re not buying sperm and cutting themselves.

I am extremely grateful for the change in my life. I wanted this even when I was a kid. I wanted it even after hormones kicked in, and other boys were only thinking about nailing up as many pelts as possible. I knew it was right, even though I was a terrible Christian.

I pity the people who won’t listen. It doesn’t matter how hard and long you suck on a poisoned pacifier. You will never get any milk.

Clues are Wasted on Some People

I saw an interesting story on the web today.

A guy who used to be a Christian conservative Youtuber gave in to the soy and became a leftist. He had a girlfriend who used to date a lunatic stalker. The girlfriend knew the ex-boyfriend was a stalker, because he had put tracking devices in her belongings. The stalker came to the new boyfriend’s apartment to kill him, possibly thinking a liberal male was a softer target than a woman.

While waiting to receive the consequences of supporting a political faction that disapproves of gun ownership, the boyfriend phoned the police, because they are able to arrive instantly and protect us from all threats. He nearly whimpered as he begged. Ugly.

The stalker fired a shotgun offensively at least once and then killed himself. At least one pellet hit the girlfriend. The boyfriend was unharmed.

He is now accused of using his girlfriend as a human shield. I don’t know if that’s true, but she got shot, and he did not. In the video, they appear to be on his apartment’s balcony, and she is between him and the apartment, looking in.

The police arrived during the attack. That’s very unusual. It appears the stalker killed himself because he didn’t want to surrender. He texted the girlfriend before he died, saying, “I should have killed the coward.”

It’s not fair to call a man a coward because he won’t fight a guy who has a shotgun, but maybe that’s not what the shooter meant. He may have been referring to other disappointing behaviors he saw during the attack.

He later denied lacking bravery, saying he simply depended on his girlfriend for situational awareness. That’s one of the worst defenses I’ve ever heard. He’s a man, she’s a woman, and she’s not even married to him, but he depends on her to be his bodyguard. Without weapons.

The whole purpose of not being married is to allow for sudden escape. If you haven’t married your girlfriend, it’s because you think something better, be it a better girlfriend or peaceful solitude, may come along, and you want to be able to hit the silk at a moment’s notice. What’s sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander. You can’t fault a girlfriend for running off when a mere boyfriend is in danger. She can get another one that doesn’t have holes in it.

I proposed in a hurry. Extremely unlike me. I was certain. My wife wasn’t on probation. There was no free trial period. I knew what I wanted, and I wasn’t hoping someone better would come along.

Note the contrast, ladies. Cold feet aren’t actually normal or okay.

The Youtuber is on Gofundme, trying to get $5000 to pay for moving expenses. The stalker is dead, so insisting on moving seems excessive. He claims he wants to get away from the memories. Doesn’t sound all that sincere to me.

I think he should be trying to get $5000 to pay for rifles, pistols, lasers, ammunition, and optics.

I tried to comment several times, but Youtube deleted my remarks almost instantly. I guess I offended some pink-haired girl who wears plaid shirts and hemp boxer shorts. Or maybe it was a pink-haired computer.

I tried to say the shooting was a great victory for feminism, like dying alone, surrounded by cats. I shouldn’t have said that. The injury the victim received was relatively minor, but it was still an injury, and she had a very bad day.

I tried to remark on the decisions the victims made.

The woman is as much to blame as the man, if it’s fair to blame a victim for failing to prepare to respond to someone else’s bad acts. She chose a man who chose not to be able to defend her or even himself. She also chose not to have a firearm. She did all this, even though she had found Airtags in her stuff and knew who had put them there.

The man chose not to arm himself, and it may be that he chose to put her between himself and the shooter. People are claiming he stayed behind her when he called the cops, and the video, though not conclusive, gives that impression.

They knew she had a crazy stalker. She had found tracking devices in her belongings, and she knew who put them there. The stalker didn’t go John Hinckley Jr. in one day. There is no way she didn’t tell her new boyfriend. They both knew they had a problem. Even if they didn’t think the shooter was going to try to harm them, they knew they lived in a dangerous world. They could have prepared. They decided not to.

I am careful about blaming victims. For example, if you leave your keys in your car, and someone steals it, I’m not going to say you’re to blame for the theft. That’s stupid. The thief is to blame.

On the other hand, I will say you’re to blame for not preparing like a responsible person. You didn’t steal the car, but you didn’t do what any responsible person would do.

If you leave your keys in your car and go around claiming people who don’t are racist, imperialist, performative, sexist, or whatever, you are beyond irresponsible. Many people who are against gun ownership are like that.

The folks in this story are guilty of irresponsibility, and it cost them. Unless they are legally barred from owning guns, they have no excuse.

My situation is a little different. I don’t think anyone is trying to kill me, but I’m prepared anyway.

I bought my first pistol right after my addict sister told me she was going to send her white trash addict friends to take care of me. I didn’t wait around to see if she was serious. If one had shown up, I would have shot him as many times as I had to in order to make sure he was rendered harmless. When you hear a credible threat, you don’t sit around doing nothing until a tattooed miscreant starts banging on your front door.

I keep a lasered Eastern bloc rifle where I can reach it from bed, along with electronic ear muffs and my cell phone. My wife saw the ear muffs and said she wanted some, so now she keeps some handy, too. That’s her attitude toward self-defense. None of that girly business about not having scary old guns in the house. No quietly-held hopes of trying to “fix” me and my attitudes about guns.

The rifle is actually hers. I gave it to her before she even got here. I have another one in the process of being set up, and when it’s ready, I plan to put the first one on her side of the bed.

I also have a pistol with a laser, ready to go in her purse when she learns how to handle it. No permit required in Florida. I want to get her a permit anyway, because there are additional benefits, but she can carry today without being arrested.

If we get uninvited guests, and I am not able to respond, they will have to deal with the wife, and I am pretty sure she will not hesitate to shoot to kill. Everyone thinks they’ll back down when the time comes, but that’s unusual. If you read up, you’ll learn that people who are in immediate danger of being shot or raped are generally very enthusiastic about shooting criminals, regardless of their backgrounds, sexes, or inclinations. Kids shoot criminals. Women shoot them. Old people. Preachers. Liberals. It’s normal. People don’t want to be hurt.

I don’t pretend to be brave, but I certainly hope I will be out in front if we are attacked. It’s my plan. I can say that much. If I have an attack of cowardice and hide behind my wife, I won’t make ridiculous defensive remarks about situational awareness.

Owning firearms isn’t a guarantee that we’ll be okay, but it’s a hell of a lot better than doing nothing whatsoever while pretending our dumb choice is virtuous and smart, insulting people who have the good sense to do the right thing, and striving to take away their civil rights.

It’s terrible that this lady was shot. Fortunately, her injuries aren’t very bad. I hope she and her boyfriend rethink their leftist notions, and I hope their story helps others to drop the insincere virtue-signaling and get back to ideas, like gun ownership, they know really work.

Leftism is a luxury. When things get really bad, no one will care about pronouns or sorting trash that can’t actually be recycled. People will fall back on the mindset that worked for earlier generations. Smart people don’t wait for a wake-up call in the form of buckshot. They face reality without being slapped in the face by it.

Taqiyya is Woke

I can’t get used to being proven right over and over.

We now live in a world where Jews are not safe anywhere, including the one country they actually own, and the people who are going after them are now targeting Christians.

It makes sense that Jews would be unsafe in places like Syria and Yemen, because those places are full of people who belong to the Satanic cult of Islam, but who ever thought Jews would have to be careful in New York and London, and who ever thought the people who hated them would start going after Christians?

Actually, I did. But I had very little company.

I keep reading about Jews who have been beaten and abused since October 7, in places that used to be Christian-dominated. Even more amazingly, leftists are getting very tight with Muslims.

Many of the same leftists who wet their unisex leggings when someone calls a man a man are now supporting Hamas, which has a history of throwing homosexuals off buildings. You can go on Tiktok and see weirdos, including at least one man dressed as a woman, talking about how Islam suddenly makes sense to them.

Let me see. Islam is largely financed by oil. Isn’t oil the thing they claim is the single biggest threat to human existence, apart from mean tweets? Islam subjugates women, and there are countries where women are beaten in the street–by the POLICE–for dressing immodestly. Aren’t leftists the MeToo/FreetheNipple people? The big Muslim nations are fiercely capitalist, and in at least a few, slavery is quietly practiced. Are leftists in favor of far-right capitalism and slavery?

Islam recommends wife-beating as a way to insure domestic tranquility. Is this really compatible with a philosophy that equates all heterosexual sex as rape and calls all men rapists? Should the girls who screamed at the sky when Hillary lost really be getting in bed with clerics who say mischievous wives should be slapped around?

It’s weird that leftists are falling in love with Mohammed. It’s also weird that Muslims are supporting them in Internet comments, telling them how welcome they are. And leftists are falling for it. Weren’t we told conservatives were the low-information people?

Muslims have a practice of lying to non-Muslims. It’s endorsed by their religion. You lie and curry favor until you’re in power, and then you enslave, murder, and oppress. This is not a claim that originated among the Proud Boys or the Oath Keepers. It’s straight from Islam. You can look it up right now and see.

How can anyone alive in 2023 not know this? It’s not a secret. Maybe this is what comes of watching MSNBC all the time and ignoring the real news. If you only watch left-wing outlets, you probably think George W. Bush personally flew both jets into the World Trade Center in order to kill gays who worked for Morgan Stanley.

Given that Muslims love lying to the rest of us, why are Muslims trying to attract homosexuals and rabid feminists? What is the purpose? They know these people are not good recruits. If Muslims were in power in the West, they would have to kill a lot of them and arrest and beat the rest.

I guess they’re making their ridiculous comments for the benefit of the ignorant masses who read them. They don’t seriously want trannies and misandrists to join their ranks. They just want the rest of us to think it could happen, because Islam is the religion of love as well as the religion of peace.

What is it like to be a Jew right now? One possible answer: it’s like being a Christian a year or two from now. But that’s a digression. What is it like to be a Jewish resident of a Western country, thinking you’re one of the lucky ones because your family wasn’t trapped in Europe 80 years ago, and suddenly find you have to be worried about many of the exact same types of attacks Jews put up with in occupied Europe?

When things got bad in Europe, Jews who had to move about in the streets thought, “I hope I won’t be attacked. I hope they don’t notice me. What can I do to make them happy until I get where I’m going?” They were like kids in a home with an abusive stepfather. Now they’re starting to have the same thoughts in places like Los Angeles and Miami. Every day without an incident is a little victory.

And the situation is asymmetrical. Palestinian women could run down Broadway naked at 3 a.m., and no Jews would bother them. There are no Jews vandalizing mosques. Jews aren’t standing in front of Muslim-owned businesses, screaming into megaphones and spitting at customers while the police assure that the Jews are not driven off or in any way inconvenienced.

Muslims and their leftist stooges are now ruining events related to Christianity. You can’t put up a Christmas tree without nuts in keffiyehs showing up and trying to start riots. This happens in America now! America. Remember when it was a Christian country?

We’re supposedly the majority bullies, but we have to worry about riots and vandalism, just like the Jews. And it will get worse. If they beat Jews, they will eventually beat us. Meanwhile, American Muslims generally live in safety, without fear, because the rest of us do not behave like they do.

Maybe one day we’ll hear, “America will be free, from the Mississippi to the seas!”

I believe we will know the tipping point has been reached when leftists and pagans start openly insulting Yeshua himself. I mean in large numbers. They already do it quite a bit, but they focus most of their insults on “God,” which is very different. Somehow, it takes less courage to insult the father than the son.

Most people think Yeshua and Yahweh have different personalities. It’s not true, but it’s a common belief. Yahweh is perceived as harsh and even cruel. He drowned Pharaoh’s armies. He ordered the Jews to kill men who performed sodomy. He ordered them to kill witches. He burned two cities with sulphur and pitch. Yeshua, however, is falsely portrayed as a creampuff because he taught love and forgiveness.

Who sent Yeshua? How can anyone think they disagree?

The word says Yeshua will return in person and kill people until his robe is wet with their blood. Yeshua was totally on board when Sodom was burned. Yeshua agreed that sodomites and witches should be executed. He is God, so he agrees with God.

Yeshua told people he, personally, would send hypocritical Christians to hell. Look it up. The imaginary fruity Yeshua of the left would not do that.

Churches have managed to convince the world that Yeshua is sort of a homosexual Jewish vegan Buddha who accepts every sin as normal and good. They depict him as the enemy of Yahweh. The Bible teaches the opposite. Yeshua talked about hell a great deal, and he cast demons out of people. Forgiveness isn’t endorsement.

Satan is cautious about having his children insult Yeshua, because Satan promotes a false Christianity which is free of justice and consequences. And he knows people are more sensitive about insults to Yeshua than they are when people insult “God” without being more specific.

Sooner or later, leftists will march in the streets cursing Yeshua. I think this will be the sign that the apocalyptic gloves have come off. Then, in a way, Christians will be able to relax, because we will know the final conflict has gone hot.

The Forgotten Treasures of People who Died Intestate

The thing which I greatly feared is come upon me. I am domestic.

Before my wife moved in, things were pretty sweet. I had a plastic Home Depot folding table in the kitchen, surrounded by molded chairs that ran around $12 each. I had my mother’s terrible bedroom furniture, plus an $80 Chinese headboard from Amazon. I had two workbenches plus a lot of tools in the former dining room, along with an ammo press and a great deal of ammunition and components.

Now I have a vintage rocking chair and an oak kitchen table, and I am buying homey junk that will irreversibly remove the aroma of testosterone from my home. I spend my days on the web and in furniture stores, looking for the kind of things I would already have, had my relatives not looted my dad’s home and my grandparents’ homes.

Trivets. I have trivets on the way. My mother had cast iron trivets that probably came from her grandmother’s home. They vanished into the vortex known as my sister, never to be seen again, along with her display cabinets, my great-great-grandfather’s violin, art from my grandparents’ house, a lot of books she never read but did display, and, well, many things I no longer remember because I have not seen them in so long.

I remembered what my mom’s trivets looked like, and I knew a little bit about cast iron from buying skillets, so I found myself a couple of replacements made by the Griswold company. Griswold is my favorite cast iron manufacturer. My mom probably had some kind of knockoffs. Her #6 skillet, which I have, has no brand stamped into it. I have large-logo Griswolds and matching cornstick pans.

I also got a trivet just for the wall. While I was shopping, I remembered a little plaque my mother’s mother kept in her kitchen. It had a prayer on it, written by a lady named Klara Munkres. I could not find the exact plaque, but I did find a trivet with a tile on it inscribed with the prayer. A nice reminder of my grandmother, from whom I inherited virtually no objects.

We have kitchen wall space we need to fill, so I picked up some old copper Jell-O molds in the shape of various creatures. I don’t know if anyone has ever made gelatin or anything else in molds like this, but they are popular as wall art.

We saw a grandfather clock in a consignment store, very like the one in my grandmother’s living room. My aunt got that one. She deserved it. When my grandparents died, the family did her about like they did me.

Looking at the clock, I thought it might be nice to have it. I went home and Googled it. They wanted $395, but new ones sell for 10 times that. I thought I had the bargain of the century, and then I learned grandfather clocks have no resale value. If we decide we want one, we can get one better than the one my grandmother had for $150 or less. Many people put ads up asking strangers to haul them off for nothing.

Never buy a new grandfather clock. I’m not sure why people keep doing it.

My grandparents had a weather station. This is a carved wooden board with a thermometer, a barometer, and a humidity gauge on it. They were popular before the world turned into a giant computer. I plan to get one. They’re neat.

I’m getting stuff considerably nicer than the things my relations got. My grandparents had some nice stuff, and they also had some things aimed at the undiscerning. If I had inherited them, I would have to say, “It’s not great, but it belonged to my grandparents.” As things are, I say, “It may not have belonged to my grandparents, but when my kids inherit it, they won’t have to say, ‘It’s not great, but…'”

My belief is that old used furniture is the way to go. We just paid about $750 for an oak kitchen table and chairs, and the cost for Vietnamese junk literally made from rubber trees and soaked with pesticide is around $1600. The rocker we got is either oak or ash, and it was made by an American company called Bent Brothers. A Chinese rocker from Cracker Barrel costs $140, and we paid $65. I got a product called Restor-A-Finish to touch up the worn bits, and now the chair looks magnificent.

I draw the line at old cushions. When you buy a cushion that’s 70 years old, you have no idea how much dried pee is inside it. I won’t buy anything upholstered unless I think I can get it redone economically.

One thing that’s hard to get: bookshelves. I finally realized why there were so few. It’s because most Americans do not read books. TV cabinets…no problem. They’re everywhere. During the last century, many people spent a thousand or more dollars on a TV cabinet with a TV hole about 30″ wide, thinking no one would ever need anything bigger. Now these cabinets clutter Craigslist and Goodwill stores. They’re useless curiosities. Like film cameras and Biden ’24 hats.

On a whim, I decided to look for art prints by a woman named Nellie Meadows, the pride of Clay City, Kentucky. She’s dead, so I can be honest. She was a pretty bad artist. Appalachia is known for a near-total lack of artistic talent, however, so her work attained some popularity in Eastern Kentucky.

I don’t want to move back to Eastern Kentucky, and I distance myself from the worst parts of the backward culture, but it would be nice to have some decor touches that remind me of home, so I have looked around for Nellie Meadows prints. Turns out they are sold online occasionally, for princely sums occasionally bumping up against the three-figure mark. If I can find one of the ones my grandparents had, I’ll pick it up.

There was also a local artist named Al Cornett. Much better than Nellie Meadows but not likely to make anyone forget Thomas Eakins. I remember one of his paintings, so I may snap up a print if it becomes available.

He may still be alive. Hope he never sees my blog.

I recall throwing out some mold-covered prints from the house my sister wrecked, but I can’t recall whether they were by Nellie Meadows or Al Cornett.

Nellie was part of the Meadows family that built the Meadows Golf Course in Clay City, Kentucky. The guy that ran the place was named Forest, and he had a swing about like Charles Barkley’s. He made a couple of short fakes and then hit the ball. It was something to see.

I may buy a butter churn to put on the hearth, and I have a couple of my grandmother’s kerosene lamps for the mantel.

We found a neat old rolltop secretary desk to put in a dead space by the kitchen, but while we were thinking it over, they jacked the price from $125 to $395. I was planning to offer $80, and I thought that was too much. My grandmother had a secretary desk with a hinged lid outside her kitchen. A good place to throw mail and later forget about it.

I’m considering a braided wool rug for the living room. Another idea from my grandmother, who had astonishingly good taste for a woman born in 1910 in a place called Holly Creek. I think it was Holly Creek. Not sure. Somehow my mother’s taste was not nearly as good.

Three of the four girls had questionable taste. I would say the youngest led the pack.

Today we are planning to go to the local flea market, if my wife ever gets out of the shower. It occurred to me that while the flea market is nearly useless for buying things one might actually use, it’s good for the kind of junk you might see on the ceiling and walls at Cracker Barrel. Maybe we can find some old kitchen stuff.

Can I work all this Appalachian stuff in and still get a reclining couch? Don’t know yet, but I think it would be better to have clashing decor than a couch that won’t recline.

I better go in there and make sure she’s awake.