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My wife had a funny revelation the other day. We were talking about the male fetishists who have decided they’re women, and we discussed the way they’re pushing women off the stage. My wife said it was “toxic femininity.”

Of course, that’s not really right. It’s toxic effeminacy. Males aren’t actually feminine. They mimic femininity.

Women are finally starting to speak up about the way trannies are mounting a hostile takeover. Too late, but at least it has started. Traditionally, women have been huge supporters of…I can’t think of a word…fruity men, I guess I’ll call them. Men are much, much sharper about fruity men. We can detect them easily, and we have a better understanding of their ability to do harm. We know they rape other males, for example. Women are often totally unable to detect fruitiness in men. They are so clueless, they often date or marry effeminate men everyone else knows are homosexual.

Liza Minnelli married three homosexuals and had no idea.

This is an example of what happens when women don’t listen to men. We were put on Earth to protect them, and they didn’t let us do it because they thought they knew better.

After decades of pushing the alphabet agenda, women are getting payback. Men are getting women’s awards. Men are ending women’s sports by making it impossible for women to win. Men are walking around naked in women’s locker rooms with female minors, with the law behind them. And women are just going to have to take it.

I saw something remarkable this week. Target now has a gay section, and they are selling women’s swimsuits for men. These suits have special flaps or something for men who want to hide their genitals. Sorry if this makes you gag, but they are called “tuck-friendly.” So there is more than one tucker in the news.

Adidas just put out a woman’s swimsuit ad featuring a man, and they had him stand with his side to the camera so his genitals push the suit out and announce their presence.

So where do women fit in now? Are they supposed to be like the chubby girl who goes to a bar with a beautiful friend, waiting for leftovers? Always Miss Congeniality, never Miss America?

This week people are talking about Miller Lite, a quasi-beer made with corn syrup and hop extract. Bud Light committed suicide by putting a famous tranny on its cans, and now people are upset because Miller Lite is shaming men…by shaming Miller. Insert question marks here.

Miller hired a completely talentless comedian named…I can’t remember because she’s so bad…I’m thinking…I gave up. I had to look her up again. Ilana Glazer. Miss Glazer did an ad in which she scolded the beer industry for using models in bikinis. As though commandos had kidnapped attractive girls and waterboarded them into putting on swimsuits.

I’m a Christian. I think lewd ads are a bad idea. But punishing the men you sold billions of cases of bad beer to, for liking ads you created without their input, is somewhat ridiculous.

Miss Glazer goes on to use profanity, with multiple ineffective bleeps, to describe what evil beer execs have foisted on women. She uses the S word over and over, and then she goes on a weird fantasy narrative about fictional women doing things with nonexistent manure in order to make beer.

It’s as crazy as it sounds.

She says women were involved in making beer when it was first discovered. As though this means something. Did someone claim women couldn’t make beer? Is that a sexist canard no one was aware of until now? Have women been battling unsuccessfully for the right to make beer? What man would ever tell anyone not to make beer?

Even Harvey Weinstein and Bill Cosby would have no problem allowing women to make beer. It’s not a real issue.

Now no one wants to buy Miller Lite, so if you go to your local store, you will probably see stacks of it alongside the cobwebbed towers of Anheuser-Busch products.

I’ll bet AB is telling drivers not to pile the cases up too high. Photos of unbought cases have filled the web.

Here’s an interesting fact Miller didn’t think about: women don’t like beer.

Okay, maybe when you were a kid, your mom greeted you every afternoon with her third Miller tall boy in her hand, and I am not claiming there is no woman who drinks beer, but men are over twice as likely to drink it, and, more germanely, to buy it.

Should I use the word “germanely” even though I’m male? Am I appropriating anything? I didn’t type “Germainely.”

Let me adjust my dreadlocks.

So Miller Coors decided to offend the very demographic that buys their awful and totally fungible product, in order to please a demographic that will never buy much of it no matter what they do.

Incidentally, “Miller Coors” is a hilarious name, because for years, people who like good beer have been referring to bad factory beer as “Budmilcoors.” Life parodies parody.

Here’s more weird information about Miller’s kamikaze advertising: the people who made the ad were chosen via affimative action. Miller hired an all-gal team.

Here’s another important generalization: women aren’t funny.

Yes, there are some funny women. Now, find me a woman who is as funny as Dave Chappelle. Find me a female W.C. Fields or Charlie Chaplin or Mike Meyers. If I name 50 really funny male comedians, can you name 50 female comics who are just as good? No way in heaven or Earth.

Ilana Glazer herself is about as funny as anaphylactic shock on a camping trip. She has appeared in a show called The Broad Show or Broadly Speaking or something, and maybe she’s a funny comic actress when reading other people’s material, but her standup show is as entertaining as watching Hannah Gadsby pass kidney stones.

There is a new crop of female comedians, and they are not like the old ones. When we watched the old ones, we laughed because they were funny. When we watch the new affirmative action beneficiaries, we listen in silence while captive audiences laugh because they’re supposed to.

Not laughing at bad female comedians is sexist.

“Are you an obese Indian lesbian? You are a gifted female comedian. Netflix is proud to have you.” “Do you cut yourself and hate your mother? We have a studio audience you can tell about it.”

I never liked Roseanne Barr’s personality much, but she was funny. Joan Rivers was funny. The girl who impersonates the Asian nail lady is funny. Merit used to mean something. Now you just have to have the right chromosomes.

Well, that was stupid. The chromosomes will actually put transvestites ahead of you in line. But you’ll still be privileged compared to normal men.

I mean men who admit they’re men and don’t have sex with men…who don’t admit they’re men. Or who do admit they’re men but..I give up.

By the way, when I say female comedians aren’t that good, I mean actual comedians, not comic actresses. If you can’t write material, you’re not a comedian. You’re a fake, like Lily Tomlin.

To get back to the ad, Miller hired an all-girl team to make an ad proving women are funny, and they made an ad that’s not funny at all. It’s just angry. “Shame on you for letting our company let women with free will exhibit themselves.” “Shame on you for denying women credit for brewing beer, which you didn’t actually do.”

Hasn’t anyone seen Laverne and Shirley?

Miller actually reinforced the notion that women need help.

You know what would have prevented this? They could have hired funny trannies. Men who claim to be women but still have male humor genes. That would have been perfect.

“We proved women are talented and funny by hiring women with male genitals.”

It brings me back to toxic effeminacy. The fairer sex is committing suicide in America.

The problem with women’s sports is more damaging than people are saying. Why do girls play sports? For fun? No. To get scholarships. They don’t keep playing field hockey or whatever after they leave college. A few go on to make $60,000 a year in the WNBA, a lot of which comes from charity dollars from the NBA, but the real purpose of women’s sports is to save families huge tuition bills and get mediocre students into good colleges. Having that taken away is devastating to a girl.

It can be the difference between Stanford Law and Red Lobster.

You know what I want to see? Dylan Mulvaney with a Best Actress Oscar. Maybe that will wake women up for real. At that point, the tranny conquest will be complete, and women will only be used to create new male babies.

Instead of becoming female impersonators, trannies will become female impersonator impersonators. Forget Cher and Dolly Parton. Let’s all be Dylan.

Why is “female impersonator” still a phrase? Seems transphobic to me. Someone hit the cancel button.

I don’t know it can be any clearer that the end of the age is here. We may have years, but I doubt we have decades. Maybe God is waiting for us to do animal sex acts during Super Bowl halftime.

Here’s a revelation I got today. My wife and I were talking, and we were discussing the fact that we don’t belong to our earthly nations. We are just visitors who are citizens of heaven. We are ambassadors, and our bodies are embassies. The Bible says these things.

I asked her what a country does when war breaks out. Answer: it calls its ambassadors home. We didn’t have diplomats in Berlin during World War Two. There is no point in keeping diplomats in a hostile alien area during a war. When you’re at war, diplomacy has failed.

God has been diplomatic for thousands of years. The time for diplomacy is over. It didn’t work. It’s almost time for us to go, and I can’t wait. I want to live in a world without leftists. My home world.

Guess it’s a good thing I started making my own beer this year. Not that I drank Bud Light or Miller Lite to begin with.

Plus Miracle Healing

The new grill arrived yesterday, and I have mixed emotions. I guess my most negative emotion is the one about the grill’s price dropping by $125 the day after it arrived.

I got a Napoleon Prestige 500, which is SUPPOSEDLY made in Canada. These days, “made in” doesn’t mean what it used to. If a company buys all the parts for a grill from China and puts them together here, they will usually have the gall to claim it’s American-made. But perhaps this really is a Canadian grill, and Canada is almost like America, except for the fact that there are only about 40,000 people in Canada, and they have no civil rights.

The grill comes in pieces, and you have to finish it, so maybe it’s actually made in America. Here is what I had last night.

It should take around an hour to put one of these together, but it was more like 4 hours for me, and I haven’t put the side shelves on yet.

It took forever because the assembly manual is sort of Asian-style. In order to get around translating, they created a manual which is entirely made up of cartoons, and in order to get around creating manuals for every product, they included several different products in this one. Like it wouldn’t have been confusing enough already.

The parts in the cartoons are tiny, and some look alike, so it’s not fun to figure everything out.

The company has assembly videos on Youtube, and they’re worse than the manual. They’re very odd. Each video features two silent people moving like they’re performing some kind of ceremony. There are no closeups, and they skip the hard parts.

There are better videos from other Youtubers, so I looked at them, too.

As you can see, the knobs light up. This is a useless feature, and it requires additional internal wiring The wire powering the far-right knob was too short, so it was either disconnected from the factory, or I accidentally disconnected it by moving the gas hose and wires around during assembly. I had to put the connectors back together. This was zero fun.

The actual grill, meaning the top part, is pretty heavy. A little more than a big car battery, I would guess, but it’s harder to lift, because the lid flops around, the weight isn’t balanced, and the part is large, preventing a person from getting any kind of leverage. You have to assemble the base and lift the grill onto it.

I should have used my Harbor Freight lift cart to get me in the ballpark, but of course, I did not. I wrestled the grill up there, tried to turn it on, and then found out about the wiring problem. I had to lift the grill again, position it so I could get at the underside, remove the propane hose, and use hose grip pliers to insert the male connector into the female connector. A very unpleasant and time-consuming process. They should have made the wiring an inch longer so it wouldn’t pull out. I’m assuming they connnected it to begin with.

How do I like the grill? I have mixed emotions.

I used to have a DCS grill, and DCS is one of the top manufacturers. Just about every part was heavy, quality stainless. It sat outside for years and always looked about like it did when it was a month old. No corrosion or problems apart from a gas leak which was probably a defect.

The Napoleon is advertised as stainless, but it isn’t. Parts of it are stainless, like the racks, the door panels, most of the lid, and so on. The rest is carbon steel with some kind of coating. Sooner or later, it will rust. If it gets scratched, I’ll have to use paint to fix it.

I guess I’ll have to get the $100+ bag (“cover”) to protect the grill.

Another disappointment: the casters are plastic. Weber grills have real metal casters. I thought I would replace the Napoleon casters with screw-in Amazon metal casters, but they sit in proprietary plastic inserts, so forget that. I can’t do it without fabrication.

So far, it looks like most of the grill is Home Depot quality, with a few important upgrades where it counts the most.

Today I plan to test the grill with a New York strip. My third-favorite cut. They’re on sale. Ordinarily, I fry steaks, but I also like restaurant steaks cooked under a salamander, which is a flat, super-hot heating element that chars steaks nicely. My grill has a special infrared side burner which is supposed to be similar. I’ll see if it works for steak, and then I’ll fix a burger.

I am pretty confident it will work for burgers. Steaks are somewhat different. It should also work for my wok.

This grill has curved grate wires to prevent stuff from falling through, so I’ll grill some onion slices to see what happens. It would be neat if they stayed in place.

Do I recommend this thing? Not yet. I haven’t tried it. I will say this: if I were willing to spend several grand, I’d go with DCS or another high-end brand. A heavy stainless grill can legitimately be called a potential heirloom. It’s possible to make a grill that lasts many decades, but you have to shell out for it.

The Napoleon’s lifetime warranty is what made me feel safe ordering this grill. Even if the cheaper parts don’t hold up, I should be able to get new ones for nothing.

I guess that’s all I have to say about the grill.

I strained my back lifting it, and I felt some pain last night. Today while my wife and I were talking, I put oil on it, and we prayed and commanded and so on. The pain level dropped a great deal while we were doing this. I stood up immediately afterward to demonstrate faith by moving around, and there was very little pain. I wanted to write about this today, because testimony is important. Satan and people who are deceived love to say God doesn’t heal, so we have to counter the gaslighting.

I don’t think much of medical professionals. When you have no other choice, you have to use them, but to me, they’re witch doctors. God is the real doctor. He heals quickly, without pain, expense, side effects, embarrassment, grotesque privacy invasion, political interrogation, or inconvenience. I only go to doctors as a last resort.

We glorify medicine and think of doctors as gods, but human beings had the same mindset a hundred years ago, when there was no chemotherapy, no MRI’s, and no antibiotics. Doctors couldn’t do much back then, they believed all sorts of things that weren’t true, and people died from things that can be cured in 10 minutes now. If the world lasts a hundred more years, people will think, rightly, that today’s doctors were primitive.

They are primitive. Everything we do with our limited intelligence is primitive.

It’s all a matter of perspective. Everyone in every age has thought of contemporary doctors as modern and advanced, because they were, even when they were saying malaria was caused by bad air. Even when they were treating syphilis by using syringes to shoot mercury up men’s private parts.

Think of all the things that can’t be cured by medicine. Many cancers. Autism. Missing parts. Retardation. Homosexuality and most other mental illnesses. Coronavirus. Rabies. The flu. MS. Huntington’s. Parkinson’s. Addiction. The list is gigantic. God can fix anything, and he heals many people every day.

You’d have to be stupid to go to a doctor before God.

Time to warm up the steak. Wish me success.

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I fixed myself a steak, and I grilled onion slices, pieces of red bell pepper, and an unripe tomato. I used the grill’s infrared burner to brown the steak, and then it got a very brief ride on the main burners.

Everything went well.

The infrared burner browned the meat nicely. The vegetables didn’t fall into the grill, so the weird wavy grates do what they’re supposed to do.

Unfortunately, this experience reminded me that grilled steak is horrible compared to fried steak. I had to resort to using steak sauce to give the meat flavor. I wonder if adding butter after grilling would help, but I don’t think there is any way I could make grilled compare with fried.

This grill should be a beast for burgers. It should give them a nice dark crust, and maybe I could throw bits of wood on the burner for flavor. A burger always relies on condiments, so it’s not like a steak, which has to stand on its own.

Who’s up for Bacon-Wrapped Bacon?

I just wrote a blog post, but I think I’ll write another one. I just ordered a grill.

When I moved here, I got myself a little Pit Boss stainless portable gas grill. I paid around $100. It was great for what it was, but it didn’t burn hot enough. I replaced the pathetic gas regulator with one for a big turkey fryer, and now I get huge flames hot enough to produce acceptable burgers. It’s probably dangerous, but a man’s got to do what a man’s got to do.

The grill is cheap, though, and it’s not a permanent solution. The heat shield things under the grate are about gone, and I had to warranty the grate once. My wife is coming, and we need some real stuff.

I used to have a DCS grill. DCS makes “pro” grills, whatever that means. I think it’s BS. You never see a regular barbecue grill in a restaurant. I haven’t, anyway. DCS grills look a lot like the ones at Home Depot, and my guess is that they’re aimed at consumers. They’re made to last a long time. That’s the big difference I can see.

The DCS I had cost about $1000, and it was around 30″ wide and 18″ deep. It did okay with burgers. It eventually developed a gas leak. So much for “pro” quality.

When I decided to upgrade from the Pit Boss, I looked at DCS, figuring their stuff had to be better than grills from hardware stores. I was amazed by the prices. A nice full-size DCS will run about 10 thousand dollars. That’s moronic.

Because I hated my greenie washing machine that made my clothes stink, I bought a commercial Maytag water hog with a heavy stainless tub. I paid under $1000. You can’t tell me a grill is worth 10 commercial washers. The washer has a cabinet, a tub, a transmission, a motor, electronics, and valves. A grill has a cabinet, a grate, valves, and a burner. Much simpler to manufacture, and surely much cheaper.

I wanted a good grill, but there was no way I was spending anything remotely like 10 thousand dollars.

I researched, and I learned a few things.

Evidently, consumer grills have gotten much better over the last decade. They don’t rust out in two summers like they used to. They get good support from their manufacturers. They also heat much better than the old ones.

People recommended Weber, which surprised me. I’ve had cheesy Weber products. I learned they make some nice stuff now. I can get a big stainless grill with porcelain-coated cast iron grates for $1330. It comes with a “sear zone,” which means there’s an extra burner to turn on to get proper meat browning. It also has a side burner, which is probably not that useful, but it can’t hurt.

I was going to get one of these things, but then I learned about Napoleon grills.

Napoleon is a Canadian company, so almost American. They make grills in Canada, not just China. For $1500, I can get a grill like the Weber I wanted, but it will have stainless grates, a rotisserie and added rotisserie burner, and a side burner that has an infrared element.

The infrared element is like a restaurant salamander. It’s a big rectangle of something or other that gets red hot. You can put a burger or steak over it, and it will brown it more or less correctly. Much better than the Weber’s sear zone. You can also heat pots on it.

I might be able to use a wok on the infrared burner. Right now, I have to use a turkey fryer.

On top of all this, Napoleon offers a lifetime warranty, with some caveats. That blows Weber off the planet.

I don’t like grilled steaks because I can’t get a grill hot enough to do it right. I fry steaks in butter on cast iron. Maybe the Napoleon will make me love the grill again. At the very least, it should do burgers correctly. I’m tired of hacking in order to get what a grill should do right out of the store.

I see know-nothings on the web bragging about their steaks with pretty grill marks. You don’t want grill marks. You want a steak that’s brown all over. Steaks with grill marks have no flavor except in the marks. It’s astounding that people can’t figure this out.

A fried steak, properly done, has a heavy brown crust that covers its surface. That’s why I fry. I suppose it’s why the French fry steak.

Good steakhouses don’t serve steaks with grill marks. They brown them all over, one way or another.

It’s a shame to pay for good meat at post-Biden prices and then ruin it. And steak is really easy to prepare, so no one has a good excuse.

I am eager to see what the new grill will do. I may even let my wife touch it.

There is no Fool Like an Old Fool

My friend Mike moved to Florida last year to get away from the Northeast. Then he made the mistake of going back north for his granddaughter’s birthday. He got a blister on his foot, and due to blood sugar problems, it got infected. He has been trapped up there ever since.

He keeps going for treatment, and they always tell him the same thing: a few more weeks.

I don’t know too much about diabetics and near-diabetics and their foot issues, but apparently, they have to be extremely careful about any broken skin on their feet and lower legs. Circulation problems cause them to rot pretty quickly, and this, I am told, is why there are so many diabetics with no toes and/or feet. One day, things are fine, and a month later, you have a stump.

When he was here, we didn’t make the best use of our time. We didn’t pray together much at all. Now that he is stuck among people who hate just about everything about Christianity, things are different. We pray on the phone several times a week. I should have pushed him to do pray with me when he was here, but I didn’t think he would have a sudden toe crisis.

If you plan to get old, you should know something I learned recently. Doctors don’t care at all about your toes, which are more likely to rot off in old age than youth. Doctors have the same attitude they have toward spleens, tonsils, appendices, and gallbladders. If there’s a problem, cut it off. Treating it in order to save it is an inconvenience.

At least one doctor encouraged Mike to let him cut his toe off. Right away. Because keeping it might require weeks of treatment. Yes, that was the horrible down side. Inconvenience. Makes me wonder if insurance companies are behind the amputation movement. Maybe doctors have to answer questions when they don’t cut things off.

Losing a big toe is not insignificant. Your big toes are much stronger than your other toes, and you use them when you walk. They do important things I’m too lazy to look up. Lose one big toe, and you can forget about running for the rest of your life. I suppose once you pass 50, doctors assume you’re almost dead, so it doesn’t really matter if you can run.

The older you get, the less value your life has. This is true legally as well as medically. If you sue someone for wrongful death, the jury will have to consider the victim’s age when they add up the damages. You get more money for a kid than a nonagenarian.

For months, the hole in Mike’s toe has been stagnating. They gave him the wrong antibiotic. Then, after a lot of damage had been done, they gave him the right one. After that, they had to keep cutting stuff away. The infection seemed to disappear, but the hole would not close. Mike said it was like Michael Jackson’s nose. If doctors work on something long enough, it stops trying to heal.

We’ve been praying for his toe, and he has been anointing it with oil and going to God to forgive people. You’re supposed to forgive if you want healing.

For a while, very little happened. They kept telling him his toe was 10% better. So 10% this week, 10% of the remaining problem next week, 10% of what was left after that the following week, and so on. Mike said it was like a radioactive material with a half-life. The problem kept getting smaller but didn’t go away.

They planned to give his toe an MRI this week. Imagine, a toe MRI. They thought he might have a bone spur. I’m not sure how a toe can require an MRI, but I do know an MRI always makes someone a lot of money.

We got more serious, and then this week, Mike told me the wound had dried up. Then he said his doctors were shocked. Instead of the customary 10% decrease in whatever it was they measured, it was 50%. They called off the MRI.

They didn’t really expect a good outcome. By treating the wound instead of cutting his toe off, they were humoring Mike. I think they fully expected to cut it off when he gave up.

He says he feels burning and tingling in the area of the wound. That’s interesting, because those are the things people who receive divine healing most commonly mention, if they feel anything at all.

Maybe he’ll escape the Northeast again soon.

It’s very important to pray when you have a physical problem. It’s important to use oil and confess. It’s important to cast out demons, tell the problem to get out, and command the flesh to heal. It works. Go to Youtube and look up T.B. Joshua or Windsor on Fire if you doubt it. Look up an Inside Edition segment on John Mellor.

Now you’ve heard what happened to Mike, so God has the glory.

The Northeast is doing poorly. Boston just hosted Satancon. Yes, there is a convention devoted to Satan, the worst idiot ever created. I’ll post a video.

It’s amazing to watch Satan’s stooges acting up in the video. They’re so proud of themselves. Their entire lives are continuous smirks. They tear up Bibles. They say they’re smashing patriarchy, which is actually one of the foundation stones of a successful existence. They created a cartoon video featuring a friendly goat named Satan, and they talk about what a swell guy he is. He wants you to be yourself, have fun, learn, and above all, be released from the bonds of Christianity.

Yes, Christianity. That awful religion that emphasizes love, self-sacrifice, kindness, generosity, honesty, and patience. Who wouldn’t want to be freed from that?

I wonder if the Satan thing is driven by Catholics. The people who hate Christianity the most, after jihadis, are ex-Catholics. There is something about the semi-pagan cult of Catholicism that makes former members extremely disgruntled.

The cartoon video is for kids. It’s purpose is to promote Satanism clubs in schools.

The older I get, the more I realize I got to know Satan by knowing my sister. They have the same personality. Completely contemptuous of the truth. Narcissistic. Cruel. Insolent. Without mercy. Controlling. Satan’s children are like Satan. The people in the Youtube video remind me of what I learned.

I see why God will put liars in the lake of fire, as he has promised. They’re unbearable. They make people who tell the truth do a tremendous amount of work to disprove their lies. They turn people who believe them into slaves. They prevent people from learning the truth and finding freedom and blessings.

One of the lies the Satanists in the Youtube video promote is the one that says they don’t believe in Satan. Of course they do. They just pretend they don’t so they can avoid the pitfalls and obstacles of promoting a new religion. They can attract gullible atheists. They can go into schools without triggering lawsuits.

If they didn’t believe in Satan, they would call themselves freethinkers or something. They wouldn’t jam Satan in people’s faces. They’d be more like James Randi’s bunch.

Randi. There’s a guy who made a living destroying himself.

Back in Kentucky, where I was born, they have an expression they use to describe a liar. They say she will sooner climb a tree to tell a lie than stand on the ground and tell the truth. This is how my dad described my sister when he was frustrated.

Liars are infuriating, because it’s impossible to get them to confess. Prove they’re wrong, and they won’t admit it. They tell new lies in response to the truth, or they accuse you of things in order to deflect. Eventually, you want to give their heads the Gallagher Sledge-o-Matic treatment, just to end the misery they cause. Liars are like biting flies that never stop.

I think this is why Joe Biden annoys me so much. He lies constantly, and almost no one checks up on him, because the MSM is dishonest. Trump lies a lot too, but he lies about unimportant things like his golf scores and how many people show up at his rallies. Biden lies about serious matters that affect all of us. He and his crew tried to steal the election by lying about his son’s laptop and his daughter’s diary. Whether the effects of these lies were big enough to put him over the top, I don’t know, but Biden and his team are disgraceful, contemptuous liars who took advantage of a rigged system and an ignorant public.

“As snow in summer, and as rain in harvest, so honour is not seemly for a fool.” There’s a verse for our current White House occupants.

Leftists love to complain about Trump’s lies, but in reality, the true things he says are what make them most unhinged.

The Satancon video reminded me why God is bringing the tribulation. Most people need it, because they hate the truth and anyone who tells it. Indescribable suffering is the only thing that will wake them up and come clean, and most of them won’t even respond to that.

Name a leftist cause, and the Satanists are for it. Environmental extremism, socialism, perversion…across the board, they side with the left. Because Satan is the father of all leftists. This is why I use the word “leftist” to describe nearly anyone who is against God.

I doubt there are any prominent Satanists who are conservative, and we all know witches only gather to curse conservatives and Christians, never wacked-out leftists. Somehow, stupid people are still inclined to give Satanists a chance, and they don’t see Satanism as a leftist religion.

The philosopher George Santayana is famous for saying, “Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it,” as though this were a brilliant observation and something that was not already obvious. Leftists can’t learn from the past. The things they promote have caused terrible destruction in the past, but they keep pushing them as though they were clever new ideas.

It’s funny they call themselves progressive, because they keep returning to catastrophically-wrong notions that were disproved centuries ago.

I always say they’re like people who step in the same pile of manure over and over. That’s actually Biblical, now that I think about it. Proverbs 26 covers it:

As a dog returneth to his vomit, so a fool returneth to his folly.

Seest thou a man wise in his own conceit? there is more hope of a fool than of him.

In 2 Peter 2, Peter referred to the verse about dogs:

The dog is turned to his own vomit again; and the sow that was washed to her wallowing in the mire.

I had a weird dream night before last. I was in a field, like my pasture. The air was warm, but it was dry. The sky was overcast. Thousands of feet up, I saw a tangled mass of angry-looking clouds.

The wind was blowing, but it was a strangely uniform wind. Ordinarily, wind is turbulent, and it shifts around. It varies from place to place. The wind in the dream all moved in the same direction. It was as though the atmosphere were a shell around the earth, and it was all moving one way at once.

It looked like rain, but the rain didn’t fall. I was fine, but the sky and the wind had a very ominous feeling to them. The wind seemed to be blowing to another place, where bad things would happen. It was as though the clouds would come down in that place, and the storm would do great damage.

I went to the grocery yesterday, and when I went outside to start the drive, the sky was overcast. The air was warm, but it was very dry. I looked up and saw grey clouds much like the ones in the dream. It felt eery. Again, ominous.

The sky I saw was unlike the sky in the dream in one way. On one side, the clouds were broken, and I saw shafts of bright sunlight pouring through from above. The clouds around the openings the sun came through had silver borders.

It made the whole spectacle seem even stranger.

When I look up and see the sun pouring through big openings in overcast skies, I always feel as though God’s throne room is behind the clouds, and he is gathered there with his angels, looking down from a place of unearthly righteousness. That’s how I felt yesterday.

As I drove home, I thought I saw a rainbow to the left of my car, but when I looked carefully, I couldn’t find it. I thought, “The last thing I want to see is a rainbow.” Rainbows make me think of the end.

The rainbow is a reminder of God’s promise that he won’t use water to destroy the world a second time. Next time, it will be fire, according to the Bible. When perverts use the rainbow as their symbol, it’s just Satan using them to taunt God. “You can’t drown us again.”

Maybe the perversion flag is Satan’s way of saying that since he can’t use water, God will have to burn people he loves if he wants to end Satan’s rule here.

Maybe leftists are like hostages with Stockholm Syndrome. Maybe Satan is saying, “If you want to take me out, you have to go through them.”

Things keep getting worse. There is no reason to think it will ever end. I’m glad I’m not near a blue city, and I’m thrilled to know my wife and I have hope of leaving in the rapture before the real misery starts.

Symmetry

I feel like testifying about a great experience I had this morning.

I like to spend a couple of hours praying when I wake, so that’s what I was doing. I was thinking about how insane the world had become, and I started telling God something I tell him a lot: “I hate this place. I hate this place. You were right.”

I guess that sounds like depression, or that I’m complaining about my miserable life, but that’s not what it is. My life is very easy. I have a wonderful, attractive wife. My health is fine. I love the area where I live. I never get depressed. I don’t struggle to get out of bed in the morning. I’m ready to go as soon as my eyes open. I’m enjoying myself more and more, every month.

Here’s what I like to say: I’m depressed by proxy. I am depressed on the world’s behalf.

Leftists are unhappy people. Surveys show this. They are much less happy than conservative Christians, even though many of us think the world is ending. Leftists enjoy drama and misery. It gives their lives purpose. They don’t think anything good is in their future. They expect to live pointless lives on a planet that’s going to sink under rising oceans, and then they expect to die in terror and vanish.

These are generalizations, but so are sentences like, “Cats don’t like to be bathed,” and, “Bud Light drinkers don’t want to be identified with sexual perversion.” Nothing wrong with generalizing. You do it every minute of your life without realizing it. If you couldn’t, you would be mentally ill and unable to function.

“Is that a red traffic light? Am I supposed to stop? I don’t want to assume anything. It’s shaped like a traffic lights I’ve seen before, but maybe it’s art, and the city paid some artist to put it up as a statement.” No one thinks like that. All day, every day, you assume things are what they seem to be, and you react to them based on prejudice which is, itself, based on past experience with similar things.

Anyway, leftists are unhappy, and they reward each other for willful unhappiness. March and riot, call yourself a victim, and you get what you want, even if it’s several million dollars from the state of California, just for being black. Even if it’s the right to steal from Walmart and then whine when Walmart abandons your city.

To me, every human being who isn’t a Spirit-led Christian is a leftist. “Leftism” is just rebellion against ordained authority. Anyone who belongs to an incorrect religion is a leftist, because God only authorized one way. Anyone who thinks government is the proper authority to appeal to to get most of his problems fixed is a leftist, because we are supposed to take everything to God first, in the name of Yeshua, not Allah or whatever. Not just Yahweh.

I see the world as leftist, because it is. Almost no one knows or obeys Yeshua, and that goes for Christians as well as everyone else. To me, this is a leftist planet.

America is a leftist nation, and it always has been. George III was anointed by God, and we chose a republic, which is a degenerate type of government which moves us closer to anarchy. The Bible doesn’t endorse democracy or republics. It endorses men of God and kings, period. Yeshua is the king of kings, not the president of presidents.

Our silly ideas about mob rule came to us through Greece and Rome. Nations that hated Yeshua and worshiped evil spirits. It’s weird how so many Americans think democracy is a gift from God. Far from it. It’s a curse, and we are now seeing what happens when a nation chooses a curse. Eventually, things go sour.

Our leftist world is washed up, and when I say I’m depressed by proxy, I mean I feel there is no hope at all for the world. Things will continue to get worse. Violence, disease, and lack will rise to unprecedented levels, and billions will die.

There’s an interesting scene in the movie The Book of Eli. Eli, a prophet, finds himself and a friend in a house full of weapons. It belongs to a prepper couple who eat travelers. Eli’s enemies surround the house, and it becomes obvious a shootout is imminent. He tells his friend God has assured him he and the friend will get out. A prepper says, “What about us?” Eli responds, “Didn’t say anything about you.”

My future is bright. My wife’s future is bright. God has told us. If you’re not his, he didn’t say anything about you. Well…nothing good.

So I was telling God how much I hate this place, and I was unhappy about what was happening to the world, and suddenly the Holy Spirit poured into me. When he did that, I didn’t want to think about the world’s mess any more. I let it go and thought about what I was receiving. What a privilege, to feel his peace and let the world go.

Once it started, I began thanking God over and over and asking him to help me maintain it.

Eventually, I thought about the state of the world again. I told God I had been pursuing him for so long, and it was only recently that I started feeling great pleasure, consistently, in his presence. I asked him what hope there was for everyone else, and by “everyone else,” I meant the 99-plus per cent of humanity that had no interest in him.

To find out how good God is, you have to go after him, and not many people are doing that. Leftists are now openly against him in America, just as they are in England and many other countries. “Conservative” has become a code word for “Christian” in the US. People who call themselves progressive are literally fighting to end the worship of Yeshua here.

It’s hard enough to get a self-proclaimed Christian to get to know the Holy Spirit. What chance is there for a nation of people who support castrating boys and putting them in dresses?

It reminds me of the true story of Lazarus the beggar. In the underworld, there were two places for the dead. There was a nice place for those who would be taken to heaven, and a place of torture for the rest. The majority. There were Jews in both places, so Judaism was no guarantee of anything. And what was between them? A great gulf, fixed in place, with no way to cross it. That’s America now. There are millions of people here who can’t cross to this side no matter what happens. If Jesus appeared to them in person and turned swimming pools into wine, they would still reject him.

There is symmetry in the supernatural. This is a time of great cursing for people who reject Yeshua, so it’s also a time of great blessing for those who know him. These are days of pain, fear, defeat, and failure for those who don’t belong to him, but they are days of victory, improvement, safety, and peace for his children.

Yesterday, I had things I needed to do. The pool is green. I need to mow the yard. At 5:30 p.m., I felt supernatural peace and sleepiness, and I had to go lie in bed and be with God. The other things didn’t matter. I had to do it.

We’re in a centrifuge. A gaseous diffusion plant. People are being separated according to their type. The other day, God told me this was a time of sifting. You can either be part of the baby, or you can have your pride and be afterbirth.

The only purpose the damned serve is to support the saved. They think what they do has lasting meaning. They build infrastructure and governments. They build and repair things. They provide services. They fight in wars. None of that stuff has any permanence. They are here to provide a workable environment for God’s children. It’s not our job to do the menial things. Hard work is not for us. We’re here to be improved and to be used to save others. We are supposed to be like Mary, not Martha.

The unsaved will fall away like afterbirth, which supports a baby until it enters a new world. Then they’ll be discarded and go to hell, the world’s garbage dump. They’ll burn like chaff after grain is harvested.

They’ll be forgotten, along with their names. Nobody names afterbirth.

After the tribulation, a lot of names will be gone. The Vietnam memorial will be gone, with all its names. The holocaust records. The list of Academy Award winners. The list of Nobel winners. All that stuff is carnal. It belongs to an age which is about to be ended and largely erased.

People donate fortunes to schools and hospitals so their names will be carved on them. They think it gives them immortality. It’s all going to be destroyed. God will be like a kid grinding his heel into a bunch of anthills. If ants could think, they would think anthill destruction was a very big deal.

Shakespeare, destroyed. Michelangelo. The works of Maimonides, who is burning in hell for blasphemy. The Koran. Chopin. Every presidential library and monument. The Louvre. The pyramids. Medical science. Most music. Poof. Everything that doesn’t advance the kingdom will be washed away like a smelly stain.

The end is really here. It’s not a paranoid fantasy. We are at a point where our activities are no longer sustainable. Not in some imaginary, distant future, where the oceans are a foot higher. Now. We are watching it happen. A reprieve is not possible, so all we can pray for is that things unfold very quickly, to prevent unnecessary suffering. Another 20 years would be unbearable.

For a long time, I’ve been saying, “If you think things are bad now, wait till you see them 6 months from now,” and I’ve always been right. Life is tolerable for most people today, but it was better 6 months ago, and it will be much worse 6 months in the future. It makes no sense to say things are fine because you can stand the current situation. You’re not going to have the current situation next year. You’ll miss 2023.

If you ride a motorcycle, and you do the intelligent thing and take a class, you will hear about decreasing-radius turns. A constant-radius turn is a circle. A turn with a decreasing radius gets tighter and tighter. Many highway exits have decreasing-radius turns. Motorcycles don’t handle them well because they brake poorly.

If you’re on a bike, and you enter a decreasing-radius turn at the wrong speed, you may think you’re fine on the way in, but as the radius shrinks, the centrifugal force will shoot up, and you may go down and end up in an ambulance. You can’t judge the turn by the beginning; you have to look ahead.

We’re in a decreasing-radius turn. We can stand what’s happening now, but it won’t be long before we can no longer take it.

I will try to fix either the yard or the pool today, but mainly, I want to be close to God so I won’t be wandering around when the ship leaves the dock. Unless you’re a rare individual, you don’t understand how good he is.

Now You Know Your Purpose

I just saw the news about California “reparations.” I’m thrilled. The boil came to a head, leftist politicians popped it, and now the hot pus is flowing over every citizen who voted for them.

According to Fox, payments can add up to a few thousand to over a million dollars for one “victim.” I wish it were more. I guess it will be, though, because as far as I can see, this is only the state version of “reparations.” I believe the local versions are yet to be announced. San Francisco is talking about payments that could add up to tens of millions for some individuals.

Do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it.

We need to see the appendix burst and the patient roll into the OR, only to find out the surgeon is on the side of the sepsis.

I like using quotation marks for “reparations,” because it’s a misnomer. Reparations are for actual victims, and they are paid by actual offenders. There are zero American former slaves alive today. There are zero American former slave owners alive today. I guess I’ll quit using quotation marks now, though, because typing them is a pain. Just pretend they’re still there.

Reparations have already been paid, over and over. Money and opportunities have been piled onto American blacks for many decades. People who had nothing to do with slavery were deprived in order to provide all this assistance. It’s time to let it go. But that won’t happen. Reparations will keep increasing. The apocalypse is here, and delusion that only escalates is one of the symptoms.

I want to see this world fixed. I’m tired of the mass psychosis. I’m tired of living in a broken world.

This place is a mess. Think about it. Think about all the passwords you know. Think about the locks you have to lock. Think about your antivirus software and the stupid puzzles you have to solve to get into websites. In a sane world, would criminals be out to get you every hour of every day?

Think about the suffering around you. If you’re used to the murders and rapes and so on that take place among humans, think of the animals. Think of the horrible suffering they endure due to predation and pointless intraspecies fights. None of this is normal.

I’m tired of it. I’m tired of solving Internet puzzles. I’m tired of being told I have to make up new passwords. I’m tired of knowing leftist lunatics are planning for a time when they can come to places like my county and do things that would shame the Japanese who invaded Nanking.

I’m tired of the hatred and childishness in the news. I’m sick of politics. I hate democracy. I want King Yeshua.

Is hating democracy and rooting for a thousand-year monarchy treason? No. There’s kind of a loophole. You can’t get in trouble for supporting a foreign monarch who lives in heaven. Only earthly enemies.

None of the world’s big problems will be fixed until this age ends, so bring it on. Let’s rip the Band-Aid off the festering scab. Reparations! Pronouns! Sodomy in the streets! Mass firings! Confiscation of property! Socialism! Censorship! War! Racism! Let’s do it.

Maybe the reparations storm will serve to wake a few leftists up and bring them into the family of God before the rapture. Maybe it will wake up other people who have been asleep.

The suffering of the apocalypse is going to happen anyway, and things are never going to get better than they are right now, so the quicker the end comes, the better off the world will be.

Am I the only one who is sick of this place? Am I the only one who has a great life yet wishes to spend the rest of it in a better world?

Most days, I talk to my buddy Mike, who has come around as the Holy Spirit has done his work. Mike always says the same thing: “It’s over.” The Air Force is using trannies to recruit airmen. “It’s over.” Bud Light used a tranny to attract customers. “It’s over.” Satanists are opening clubs in elementary schools. “It’s over.”

I saw a great video a couple of days back. It showed San Franciscans venting to the Board of Supervisors. This is the Board that wants to give millions to random black people. One lady said she was going to spend her microphone time screaming, and she did.

Instead of putting her in a padded room, the supervisors sat and took their punishment. A homelessexual with green hair appeared, and he yelled out his demands. He DEMANDED good housing and medical care, like someone owed it to him. He was furious. They took him completely seriously.

It reminded me of something I witnessed.

My sister is a drug addict, and she is beyond redemption. She is the incarnation of entitlement. She was mad at my elderly dad about something or other that was completely her fault.

I don’t know what she was mad about. He had paid for her rehab more than once, without telling me, even though she had money of her own and some sort of law practice. And equity in a house for which he paid most of the cost. I think she was upset about something related to more money, but I couldn’t tell you for sure. It was years ago. I haven’t had any communication with her in 8 years, I think.

She stomped into his house and slammed the door, and she barked, “I’m going to give you ONE more chance!!” I heard her footsteps as she marched across the hardwood.

She didn’t know I was there, a few feet away, in another room, with the door open.

After her warning cry, I heard her telling him not to touch her and generally venting her shock and anger. I heard their feet moving across the floor. Then I heard the front door slam again. She was outside. He had taken her by the arm and deposited her on the porch.

This is what the supervisors should have done to the nuts who lectured them. Unfortunately, the supervisors are apparently not much different, so if crazy people were going to be ejected from the room, the supervisors would have had to go, too.

Interesting side story: my sister called me a few minutes after she was expelled, threatening to have my dad arrested and disbarred. She had broken her arm in a kitchen fall weeks earlier, and she claimed my dad had re-broken it by escorting her out the door. She was furious.

While she was telling me this over the phone, she bought a Coke at a drive-through. I heard her paying and receiving a big cup. So was in terrible pain with a fresh disabling injury, but she still managed to drive to McDonald’s and buy a huge soda through a window.

As a witness, I knew the whole thing was nonsense, but I didn’t bother letting her know. I figured it would be best to provide that information after the police came, if indeed they did. They never showed.

She did call the cops on another occasion, and they took her about as seriously as you would expect. A middle-aged woman with a BMW 335i and few front teeth, making unsupported claims about an octogenarian who looked considerably less threatening than Wilford Brimley.

Not the Wilford Brimley from The Firm. The one from the oatmeal commercials.

Anyway, I know what entitlement and hatred of the truth look like, so when I saw the video, it was almost nostalgic.

The common thread is the inability to perceive one’s complete lack of leverage. In both cases, people attacked other people they depended on, made bizarre demands as though they had been cheated, and verbally abused the individuals they hoped would show them charity.

It’s not a good approach.

Government bodies and voters have become enablers, and what happens to enablers if they don’t stop? They die, consumed and defeated. Then their parasites move on to other hosts.

If you’re in God’s good graces, you have favor, and he makes you the head and not the tail. That means your enemies fail, and either he ejects them from your life, or you rule over them. You can’t have God’s favor and be an enabler. Enablers are losers.

A person who has favor will get victory over others, no matter how strong their enemies seem to be. As the Bible says, one will put a thousand to flight. If you don’t have favor, you’re the thousand, not the one. People who have no power and no leverage will push you around and eat you alive, no matter how big and strong you think you are. This is what happened to my late mother. My sister emptied her like a tube of toothpaste.

America has lost God’s favor. That’s why nuts can paint lying slogans on busy streets and throw Molotov cocktails at the police without getting in trouble. It’s why Californians are going to get some amazing tax bills in the future. They will lose and lose and lose. They turned on God, and now they’re enablers. Hosts. The parasites will eat them.

Every day, I pray for Yahweh to send Yeshua as soon as possible, to get us out. The days of revival are over. We are not going to see significant numbers of souls saved, but we will see many people lose their salvation.

Actually, there is a revival going on, and it’s huge. It’s global. It’s Satan’s revival. He has revivals, too. He lost a lot of souls in the flood and in God’s salvation campaigns. Now he’s winning again. His crusades are everywhere, and they are winning a staggering number of souls. You can see it in statistics. Now 40% of millennials identify as sexual degenerates, and Christianity has declined by about the same percentage in the US, since 2000. Those are horrific figures. Ten percent would be amazing, but we are looking at 40, and the next decade will be much worse than the last. We’re done.

It’s over.

Reparations for everyone. A global round of Bud Light. Let’s just do it. Sell drugs at McDonald’s. Let women go to malls and church naked. Take white people’s wealth. Open the prisons.

Do it do it do it. But I pray my wife and I will not be here to see it.

Cancel the Corn Cobs and Sears Catalogs

One nice thing about living in the woods is that my neighbors can’t see me when I go outside and dance for joy.

I finally got my new toilet installed.

Man, what a pain this was. Should have been a one-hour job, but some Nobel candidate decided to save three minutes while installing the previous toilet. He left the flange sticking up too high, and he put granite-like brown grout on the tile to hold the toilet up. I had to remove the grout, which took forever, and then I broke my flange because it was too high. I overtightened the bolts while trying to get the bowl to settle. I had to repair the flange.

I started my one-hour installation yesterday and just finished a few minutes ago, late in the afternoon.

I have learned some stuff that could be helpful to other people whose toilets were not installed by thoughtful, honest, or responsible individuals. Not all of it applies to people whose toilets were installed correctly. I think my advice is good. Maybe not, but it worked for me.

1. Don’t run out and buy the fanciest toilet ring kit on the market. Not unless you’re positive your flange is no more than 1/4″ above the level of the floor. Fancy ring kits have extra plastic or metal plates in them, not to mention weird gaskets that stand up, so they will not let a bowl sit as low as a plain old wax ring. Instead of buying one $12 kit, buy 5 $2 rings. You may screw one or more rings up when you install the toilet. It’s better to return unused rings later than to find yourself cursing at 10 p.m. on a weekend night because the only ring you bought is ruined.

2. The flange does not attach the toilet to the floor. Weight does most of that. Do not tighten your toilet base nuts like you’re trying to cap an oil well. Don’t listen to crusty old jack-of-all-trades characters who tell you different. Just get the nuts good and snug. Flanges are cheap and weak, and they break easily when the nuts are too tight. The boss under the toilet that fits into the poo pipe holds the toilet in place, and the bolts are only there to prevent it from rotating and tilting. It doesn’t take much force to get the job done. Replacing or repairing a broken flange can be a nightmare job that involves cutting concrete or removing part of a ceiling. Don’t risk it for no reason.

3. If you break a PVC flange, don’t buy a new one unless you’re positive the old one is hopeless. Get yourself some PVC primer and cement instead. Clean the break with a good solvent, prime it, and glue the flange back together. PVC cement literally melts PVC, so if you use it correctly, your new joint will be just as strong as unbroken PVC from the factory. I broke my flange yesterday, and then I realized I had overtightened it. Today I glued it back together, and it worked fine.

4. Do NOT try to fix a rocking toilet by piling grout, cement, epoxy, or anything else under the bowl. Not unless you have a flange that is very hard to replace. A toilet is supposed to be supported all the way around the bottom, and your fix will focus the pressure on a few spots. You want the toilet to rest directly on the floor. Grout will also make a big mess that may show the next time you install a toilet. It may have a smaller base than your old toilet.

Removing old grout from tile is no fun whatsoever. If your toilet is too high, find out if lowering the flange is easy in your case, and if so, have a plumber lower it. It probably won’t run more than $300, and you will only have to do it once in your lifetime. Make sure he uses the best flange available.

Once your flange is right, you and your heirs will never have to pay anyone to install a toilet again, because it will be easy.

5. If a slacker painted every part of your bathroom except the wall behind your toilet tank, make sure you measure your new toilet and see to it that it’s as big as the old one. Otherwise, you’ll have to paint over the parts that show. If you’re building a house, paint before installing the toilets.

6. When you seal around the bottom of the toilet, don’t seal the back. You want a gap to let water out in case of problems. Also, get a profiling tool to shape the silicone, and use a spray bottle of soapy water to make the tool leave a nice finish.

I’m not positive my new toilet’s poo pipe is sealed up well. I am still getting the hang of installing toilets on wax rings, so I had to move the toilet around a lot while I was putting it in place. Before the first shakedown cruise with live ammunition, I am flushing it over and over to see if any water comes out from the base. If so, I’ll get more wax rings and reinstall it as many times as it takes.

I’ve been thinking of looking at European websites to see how they install toilets. I’m curious I can’t make myself believe everyone on Earth uses the same stupid system we do.

I cannot wait to take the old toilet to the landfill. It will be like getting a divorce decree after a long, bad marriage.

Can Do

Forget about Tucker Carlson, our imminent civil war, and the transvestites in Sports Illustrated. I have something important to talk about. My new toilet arrived.

Most of my house’s toilets are green-fantasy basket cases designed during the Clinton years. They’re so bad, the manufacturer quit supporting them. Think about that. A toilet should last 75 years, and they quit after maybe 10. Says a lot about their confidence in the product.

Before I left las puertas del infierno, as I like to call South Florida, I had Japanese Toto-brand toilets, and they never gave me a second’s trouble. I know the Japanese have a bizarre obsession with toilets. I would say Japanese toilets are the BMW’s of toilets, but BMW is overrated and makes unreliable cars. Still, I think you get the point. I have tremendous confidence in the competence of Japanese toilet makers, just as I would have tremendous confidence in the competence of Mexicans who weld other Mexicans into the diesel tanks of northbound trucks in Tijuana. The toilet that arrived today is Japanese, and it ran about twice as much as American.

I found out there are one-piece and two-piece toilets. The one-piece jobs are better. You don’t have to connect the tank to the bowl, so there are no gaskets to go bad. I went one-piece. A wise man knows a good toilet is an important investment.

My only regret is that this bowl doesn’t have a bidet built in, but I can add a bidet seat, so no worries there.

The nice thing about my old two-piece can is that it’s a lot easier to carry and put in the back of the car so I can take it to the dump. I yanked the tank off and put it in the garage, and then I managed to get the rusty nuts off the bowl base and move the bowl out.

Guess what? When my house was built, Albert Einstein was apparently working construction on the side, because the bowl was attached to the tiles not just with silicone, which is correct, but with some kind of grouty stuff. It’s like hard mortar. Now there is a ring of stone on my floor, and I have to get rid of it before the new bowl goes in.

If there is one thing I hate about Internet DIY information, it’s this: the jobs they do in videos almost always involve things that make sense. If you look at toilet videos, you will see toilet after toilet properly installed with silicone. You will see men in clean, freshly-ironed clothes pop toilets off and put new ones on in seconds, because the people who installed the toilets they’re replacing did things right. You won’t see the toilet some genius installed with JB Weld. Seems like I always get the weird cases no one on Youtube or any Internet forum can help me with.

Someone said I should use a plastic scraper to avoid scratching the tile. No; that would be like using plastic to cut a hole in a cinderblock. A stainless scraper would take an hour.

My answer? An oscillating tool with a scraper blade, followed by a Scotchbrite pad. It should work. I think the tile is too hard for carbon steel to scratch.

My toilet was attached to the flange with zinc-plated hardware. Whom do I talk to about that? How can I join a class-action suit?

Let’s be honest. I don’t care how clean men are. Sometimes they pee on stuff. Steel does not like pee. It doesn’t like bleach, and decent housekeepers use bleach on bathroom floors. If there is a good reason to use fast-corroding hardware on a bathroom floor, I can’t imagine what it is.

I had to use a Vise Grip to get my toilet’s nuts off. Traumatizing. I’m one of those people who would rather sell a house than continue to live there after some savage used a toilet plunger on the kitchen sink, so you can imagine how much I like having my face inches from an ancient toilet while I struggle with nuts I am pretty sure have decades-old pee on them.

I tried to clean things up before I started work, but there is a limit to what you can do with a toilet older than some governors.

It’s around two p.m., and I have probably washed my hands 15 times today. I’m still afraid to touch food.

When I’m done with this can, I have to think about the three I have upstairs. Moving a toilet across the house alone was no fun. Stairs will require paid help unless I go with two-piece toilets.

Maybe I’ll replace one can every 6 months or so. There is no rush.

Someone should make Al Gore eat these things.

I Still Don’t Have Enough .22 Pistols

Because I am in some ways a frivolous person, I am currently thinking about buying a .22 pistol with a red dot sight. Mission: kill squirrels and generally plink while out and about on the farm. A big .22 pistol with a large magazine is actually a better self-defense gun than the pistols I generally carry, and it’s fun for goofing around. It’s also a lot lighter and smaller than a rifle.

What about all the other .22 pistols I have? Why can’t I settle for one of them? Nice try. This one is different. It’s the kind of pistol that keeps David Hogg awake at night. It’s semiautomatic, and it looks sort of like an AR-15.

Of course, I’m talking about the Mossberg 715P. I’ll insert a video of a lady shooting one.

It’s pretty hilarious. That big, fat AR-looking mass is really a thin plastic shell. It’s like a toy gun. The actual gun is hidden inside it, and it’s just a cheap .22 rifle receiver. It’s like a movie studio hired someone to make a Marlin Model 60 look like an AR.

Nonetheless, it works, as you can see in the video.

By the way, the Marlin Model 60 is dead. Ruger bought Marlin and decided to kill the Model 60, so looks like the 10/22 won the budget .22 war by forced default. Ruger could make new Model 60’s, but they say they have no plans to do it.

The Mossberg is pretty clearly not the highest expression of the gun manufacturer’s art. It’s a low-end product. But it hits a spot that definitely exists.

I guess some people will huff and puff and say a 10mm Glock is better for self-defense. No, it isn’t. The Mossberg is far better. It holds 26 rounds of .22 LR, and it has a red dot. A good marksman could pop an assailant over and over, accurately, from a distance that would make using a Glock challenging. If you can shoot your perp over and over before he gets close, you can disable him without allowing him to get near enough to get a fair shot at you. In self-defense, fairness is a giant mistake.

A .22 round isn’t as damaging as a 10mm round, but hitting someone 100 feet away, over and over, with little rounds, is a lot better than hitting him three or 4 times with big bullets when he’s 20 feet away, shooting back. Think how discouraging it would be to know the person you wanted to kill could shoot you maybe 20 times before you could do a thing to him.

Any semiauto .22 that can be fired accurately and easily at relatively long ranges is better for protection from distant human beings than any big-bore pistol that’s hard to aim and has a lot of recoil. If I had to shoot a person from 50 yards with a Glock, I’d have to settle for shooting at the body and keeping shots within a one-foot circle. If I were using a Marlin 60, I could shoot him through the head repeatedly without much effort, even if I was scared and shaking.

Shot placement is a very, very big deal. Criminals have survived multiple badly-placed torso shots from .45 pistols, and they have continued to attack and harm people after the shots landed, but one shot from an accurate .22 rifle can kill any terrestrial mammal on Earth.

For a long time, the record grizzly bear was a huge animal a lady shot in the head with a .22. The bear was enormous, and it scared an American Indian woman. She popped it in the skull, and it dropped. Then she moved up close and emptied the gun into the skull to make sure the bear’s nap continued. You can see a photo of the skull online. People think bears’ skulls are so thick high-powered rifle slugs bounce off of them. Well, not this bear’s. Not where she aimed, anyway. And she was only using .22 Long.

You don’t need a big cartridge to kill a big animal unless you can’t take your best shot. If you can take your time and shoot wherever you want, you can kill an elephant with a .22. It has been done.

I don’t know why I’m mentioning self-defense (or elephants), because I want this gun for fun. I suppose it helps me justify buying it.

Why not put a folding AK in the cart and forget about all this? Because a .22 is what you want for a cart. You want something small, light, cheap, and fun to shoot.

The problem with the Mossberg 715P is the Ruger Charger. It’s another .22 pistol. The appearance isn’t as hilarious as that of the Mossberg, but it’s a better gun. It’s a 10/22 with the barrel and buttstock abbreviated.

You can get a Charger with a 10″ barrel, which would give higher velocity and less noise than the Mossberg’s short barrel. The Charger would also have all sorts of support, because the 10/22 is more common than the Bic lighter. Unfortunately, it costs more than the 715P, and I would have to blow about $85 for a cheap red dot to sit on it.

If I felt like it, I could keep a Charger in the utility cart and keep a huge 10/22 magazine with it. I could use a smaller magazine for fooling around, and then if black-clad transvestite ninjas from an allegedly nonexistent domestic terror organization decided to come to my farm and murder me for pointing out that men aren’t women, I could put the big magazine in and spray my way to the house, where I could reach for a more serious rifle. Or a few of them.

One neat thing about these guns is that you can put a pistol brace on either one and end up with a really neat and handy little rifle. You just have to buy an NFA stamp.

So do I get the Mossberg, which is more fun, or do I get the Charger, which is more gun? Or do I do the mature thing and forget about it?

I think we can rule out option #3.

I Physically Feel my Life Being Enriched

I’m waiting for some paint to dry, so I came up with a task for ChatGPT. I told it to write a poem in the manner of “The Walrus and the Carpenter,” but I said to make the lead characters Hillary Clinton and Hunter Biden.

Here is what it wrote, in about 15 seconds:

Of Hillary Clinton and Hunter Biden, I sing,
Two figures of politics, quite a thing!
They wandered down to the ocean blue,
In search of a meal and a good laugh too.

Said Clinton to Hunter, “Let’s take a stroll,
And find ourselves a tasty goal.”
Said Hunter, “I know just what to do,
We’ll hunt for some crabs, it’s easy too.”

They searched and searched along the shore,
Till Hunter found some crabs galore.
He said to Clinton, “Come take a look,
We’ll cook them up in a fancy nook.”

They gathered sticks and made a fire,
And cooked the crabs to their desire.
But when they went to take a bite,
The crabs had fled in great fright.

Said Clinton, “Hunter, what have you done?
Our meal is gone, we’ve had no fun.”
Said Hunter, “Don’t worry, we’ll find a way,
To catch those crabs another day.”

And so they left the beach that night,
Without a meal or any delight.
But they still had each other, that’s for sure,
And the promise of crabs, to catch and allure.

It refused to write one about Keith Olbermann and Charles Manson, so I asked for Olbermann and Ted Nugent.

Of Keith Olbermann and Ted Nugent, I write,
Two men with views that oftentimes ignite.
They met one day upon a wooded trail,
Both hunters, though with different tales to regale.

Said Nugent, “Keith, let’s hunt some game today,
I know a spot where we can surely slay.”
Olbermann agreed, but with some trepidation,
He feared he’d face Nugent’s bombastic proclamations.

As they ventured through the woods and brush,
They talked of guns, politics, and other such.
But as they walked, they both espied,
A rare bird with plumage bright and wide.

Said Nugent, “That’s dinner, let’s take it down!”
But Olbermann recoiled, with a frown.
He said, “Ted, can’t we just watch it soar,
And admire the beauty that we adore?”

Nugent laughed, and said, “You’re quite the sight,
Not wanting to hunt, that’s not quite right.”
But Olbermann stood firm in his beliefs,
And said, “Let’s leave this bird to peace.”

So they parted ways, with different views,
But both respected the other’s pursuits.
For though their opinions were often in dispute,
They both enjoyed the thrill of the hunt, just in different pursuit.

The poems are not really funny, the rhythm is off, the number of stanzas is wrong in each case, and the bot clearly hates hunting, but the fact that it did this well is something to think about.

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I got it to write a better poem.

Once upon a time, in the land of the news,
A laptop was found, causing quite the blues,
For it belonged to Hunter, the son of a man,
Whose name was Biden, part of a political clan.

The laptop was filled, with some juicy stuff,
That made the journalists, huff and puff,
They said it was fake, and just a sham,
But the evidence was clear, and it wasn’t a scam.

Hunter’s laptop, was the real deal,
It had all the facts, and the journalists could feel,
The weight of their words, and the doubt they sowed,
For the truth was out there, and it freely flowed.

The laptop contained, some pictures and more,
Of Hunter’s life, that he couldn’t ignore,
There were messages and emails, that were quite a sight,
That shed light on his dealings, and caused some fright.

The journalists denied, that it was true,
But the laptop was real, and the proof just grew,
They couldn’t hide, from the facts that emerged,
And the public saw, how their trust was purged.

So let this be a lesson, to all the journalists out there,
To never underestimate, the truth that’s rare,
For it may come back, to haunt and reveal,
That what they thought was fake, was actually real.

I Want That Glow

In 2021, my pet cockatoo, Maynard, died at the age of 30. It was very unpleasant for me. It’s bad losing a dog after 12 or so years. Imagine a dog you had for 30 years, and then imagine it talked to you every day and smothered you with obsessive affection. Then imagine making a series of mistakes resulting in its unnecessary death.

Since he died, I have seen him in several dreams. In the first one, he clambered onto me, and he was radiant. He seemed to be smiling. It’s hard to explain to anyone who hasn’t owned a parrot, because parrots have rigid beaks, but it’s very obvious when a parrot is happy. They really look like they’re smiling.

I held him and kissed him, and then he was gone. The dream was sad but wonderful. I felt I had closure.

The day he died, he seemed to be okay until evening. Then I saw him breathing with his beak open. He was under the care of a local vet who turned out to be totally incompetent. I rushed him to the University of Florida. They took him into an exam room and refused to let me in because of leftist covid hysteria. Then the vet called my cell phone and told me Maynard was dead. He had been in the room for maybe 5 minutes. He didn’t ask me to go to the room. He didn’t bring Maynard out. I never saw Maynard again. The girl at the cash register charged me hundreds of dollars, and they suggested an extremely expensive necropsy and an expensive method of disposal, and I rejected both.

That was it. I left his body and travel cage at the animal hospital and drove home alone, and there I was faced with one living parrot and Maynard’s empty cage, complete with bird toys and unfinished food and water.

In the dream, he glowed with love and joy. I felt forgiven.

I have seen him in other dreams. Always happy.

Last night, I found one of his wing feathers in my living room under a book. I felt like I had found a gold Rolex. When a parrot is alive and well, you don’t think about saving a few feathers. A while later, I heard Maynard’s voice, asking me what I was doing. It was Marvin, my grey, imitating him. Marv sounds exactly like him. He hasn’t imitated him much lately.

Marvin appears to have a supernatural ability to pick up on people’s thoughts and emotions. For example, when I think something is funny, he laughs before I do. He even does this when we’re not in the same room and his view is blocked. He does it when I’m on long calls with my wife. It’s shocking when it happens. Last night, Maynard was on my mind, and Marvin imitated him.

I’m always happy when he imitates Maynard. I miss Maynard’s voice. I wish I could do things over.

After Marv did his imitation, I wanted more. I put some videos of Maynard on Youtube many years ago, using accounts I no longer have access to. I tried to find a video. I managed to find one, but it wasn’t very good. It was short, and he didn’t say anything. It was still nice to see him.

All this makes me wonder: would God send a pet into a person’s dreams to bring comfort and closure?

People think pets cease to exist when they die, because heaven isn’t for animals, but that’s not consistent with scripture. The Bible mentions a white horse Jesus rides in the spirit realm. A horse you ride is a pet. It also mentions supernatural creatures with animals’ faces. Animals can’t sin, so they have no guilt. It makes no sense to destroy them when they die, especially when so many of them do so much for us while they’re alive.

I think I’ll see my pets again, and I think my failures as an owner will be forgotten. I believe Maynard is with God, and I expect to be with him again.

In 2020, my young friend Travis was shot accidentally, and he died alone in a hospital room. He was there for a month, and they wouldn’t even let him receive cards. At first, they said his injuries weren’t life-threatening, but he got worse and died anyway. Toward the end, I saw him in a dream. He came to see me, and he glowed just like Maynard did. He had a huge smile on his face, but he couldn’t talk. He looked like he knew something good I didn’t know. My feeling is that he was rescued from the world, and he wanted me to know my turn was coming soon.

Last night I felt as though finding Maynard’s feather and hearing Marv imitate him were warnings that I would be with Maynard soon.

Every day when Rhodah and I pray together, I pray that God will rapture his children soon, and I ask him to help us to recognize the season when he will come. Christians like to harp about no one knowing the day or hour, but Jesus clearly expected us to know the general time of our rescue. I’m wondering if yesterday’s experiences were an answer to our prayers.

I feel very alienated from the human race. People are extremely vile now, and it is impossible break through their impudence and help them avoid hell and the tribulation. People are like pigs, which walk around staring at the ground, thinking about food. They’re like rats, which focus on filling their holes with things they can eat. They’re like monkeys, which spend their time stealing and fighting. Talking to them is about like walking to the fence outside my house and trying to teach the cattle.

I love getting revelation from God, but at the same time, when I get revelation, it makes me sad, because I know nearly no one will let me share it with them. I can tell Rhodah and one or two other people, and that’s all. I have a Youtube viewer who agrees with me, and there are a couple of blog readers I hear from, but as for the rest of the world, it’s pearls before swine, all day, every day. It’s particularly bad with Christians because they get ahold of some bad doctrine and decide they know everything.

I don’t think I’m going to die. I think I’m going to leave, and all of my supernatural experiences are preparation.

I can’t describe my gratitude for my isolation from the world. I look at the web, and I see how worldly people live. They have no dignity now. People will not permit it. The government will not permit it. Satan’s children play a tune, and even Christians have to dance and smile. Wave the white flag. Use the pronouns. You want to keep your job?

Christians who didn’t prepare are stuck in bad situations.

I see stories about people being attacked by criminals in places like Chicago and New York. How different my world is. I carry a gun and a knife everywhere. Even to the bank. I don’t have a local prosecutor trying to lock good people up for self-defense. No one is setting criminals free for George Soros here. And yes, he really does bankroll such attorneys. It’s not a myth.

If someone starts kicking my front door, I can display a rifle with 31 rounds in it, and if he doesn’t quit, I can fire. If I’m at a gas station, and someone tries to rob me, I can shoot. At least at this stage of the apocalypse, I don’t have to worry that a mob will pull me out of my car and beat me to death. I have a governor that got a law passed to protect mob victims who use their own cars to defend themselves. In Florida, it’s a crime to be part of a mob that deliberately intimidates people.

People are nice here. We open doors for each other. We yield the right of way when we don’t have to. My neighbors came onto my property without permission once. So they could cut and move a tree that blocked my driveway. I got my septic tank pumped this week, and when the young man who gave me the bill left, he said, “God bless you.”

Leftists are against God, and they love telling the world how hateful Christians and conservatives are. Meanwhile, in their cities, they’re afraid to leave their homes at night. They’re afraid to use ATM’s. They can’t get out of their cars in their cities unless they’re in certain small areas that are relatively safe. They riot. They abuse each other. Here, where there are Trump signs everywhere, people are kind and gentle. Black people are comfortable around white people. That’s tough to get used to after Miami. Seems like everyone in Miami is racist. Cubans against all blacks. Blacks against Cubans and whites. Black people treated me very differently in Miami.

Who is doing things right? If the God-haters are as miserable and angry as they are, and we’re at peace and full of love, who is right?

I told Rhodah it reminded me of the story of Lazarus and the rich man. They were in the underworld, dead, and Lazarus the beggar was with Abraham, in a pleasant place, waiting to be taken to heaven. The rich man, who had no name any more, was in a place of torment. He could see Lazarus, but there was a great gulf between them, and no one could cross it.

People like me live in the same world with BLM and Antifa nuts. We share the world with men in dresses. We’re in the same general area, but our experiences are so different, we might as well be on different planets.

God’s people have peace and victory. We have real love, not fake love. We aren’t afraid of death. We are confident we’ll be taken care of. We want to help others. Satan’s children live in fear and selfishness. They are cruel. They’re terrified. They’ve been known to wear masks while alone in their cars. They feel cheated, and they think the way to be prosperous and safe is to harm other people. They want to harm us by taking the things with which God has blessed us.

When we look at the world, we see a place that will end soon, and we expect to go to a better place. When they look at the world, they see increased crowding, an environment they believe is about to fail us, pollution that will never end, energy problems that can’t be solved, and a planet that has to be maintained and improved at any cost, because they have no hope of finding any other home. They think this is all there is. To me, the global warming hysteria is a crazy joke not to be taken seriously, but they actually believe billions will die soon if we keep using plastic bags. Imagine being that insane.

I can’t put myself in their shoes. I can’t imagine thinking this world is all there is. What’s it like to have a panic attack because someone else used a styrofoam cup? It’s beyond my powers of conception.

I see Greta Thunberg as what she is: a spoiled, mentally ill, hysterical, controlling, abusive, conceited, attention-loving, science-illiterate girl who needs to shut up and respect her elders. They see her as a savior! She’s out of her mind!

I felt God’s grief last night and this morning. He grieves because of the tribulation. He has no desire to see people suffer like that, but it has to be done. He reminded me that it’s not just a curse. It’s also a blessing. “Tribulation” means using a tool to separate grain from its husk. Many people will be harvested to heaven during the tribulation. We have to focus on that and not dwell on the self-inflicted fate of the others.

I’m disappointed every time a month passes and the rapture still hasn’t come. I can’t wait for it. The irredeemable and near-irredeemable will be stuck here, free to claw and hack at each other without restraint, but I hope to get two great blessings: 1) to be free from their kind forever, and 2) to be with God, who is love, peace, joy, and perfect protection.

Compared to heaven, this entire world is a ghetto and a death camp. It’s as if heaven were Switzerland, the earth were Detroit, and hell, which is part of Earth, were Auschwitz. Except hell is worse than Auschwitz.

More Proof Engineers are Useless

I finally got back to work on my tractor fork attachment.

When I bought my tractor, it had 4 forks, or, more accurately, tines, on it. They were chained on with turnbuckles, and the chains went around the bucket. To prevent the bucket from deforming under the pressure of the chains, the previous owner shoved poorly-measured lengths of four-by-four into the bucket.

The tines worked extremely well, but they moved around all the time. It was not possible to tighten them enough to prevent this. Also, they were way out in front of the tractor, so the leverage was bad. They had to be mounted on the front lip of the bucket, so the distance back to the pins that attached them to the front end loader was pretty long.

On top of all this, in order to lift the fork, as I have decided to call the tines, I had to lift the bucket, which served no purpose in and of itself. The fork probably weighed 300 pounds, and that doesn’t include the bucket’s weight, which was probably maybe could be 150 pounds.

Let me check the weight of similar buckets.

The web says a bucket sold by Everything attachments runs 271 pounds, so I am off by a lot.

So before I could lift anything with “the fork,” I had to lift over 500 pounds of useless weight.

To make things even worse, the old bucket was held on by 4 hard-to-remove pins, and I could not use any other attachments without a ton of work. In practical terms, I couldn’t use the bucket because the fork was hard to remove, and I couldn’t use anything else because the bucket was hard to remove.

I got myself a thing that allows me to remove the bucket in about 90 seconds, and because covid, I was not able to get a bucket that worked with it. Instead, I did a lot of work and changed my existing bucket so it fit. This left me with a bucket I could use, but I was not able to use the fork, and the fork was what I needed for at least 95% of the jobs I did.

The answer: buy a new fork attachment.

No. Don’t be stupid. There is no such thing.

You can get a set of forklift forks for a tractor. They cost a lot, and you only get two tines unless you pay extra. The tines are short and poorly suited to moving logs and brush, and they move around if you use them the way I need to use them. Stupid.

You can’t move brush with two tines. You need at least 4 unless you want things to fall between the tines. I have a cheap set of two Chinese tines that clamp on my bucket, and while they are certainly helpful, they will never move brush.

You can get a thing called a grapple. This is like a 60″-wide set of salad tongs connected to hydraulics. People love them. I don’t. They are also stupid.

You can pick up logs with a grapple. So what? I can do that with the fork, and I can pick up more logs, because a fork is bigger. And I could handle loads that were much bigger than anything that would fit in a grapple. You can pick up brush in a grapple. So what? I was able to move huge piles of brush with the fork. Again, much bigger than anything that would fit in a grapple.

Also, to use a grapple, you have to add some stuff to your hydraulic system. To get something that isn’t as good as a fork without added hydraulics. And a good grapple weighs 400 pounds.

Grapples are dumb. I’m convinced of it. They cost a great deal of money, they require tractor modification, and they don’t work very well compared to a set of tines.

I think men buy grapples because they’re cooler than forks and because they don’t really know what they’re doing. When you have a grapple on your compact tractor, you can pretend you’re Truckasaurus, but you can’t really get much done. It’s amazing to me that no one offers a factory fork attachment like the one I’m building.

My answer: cut up my existing tines and attach them to a shopmade steel frame that works with a quick-attach adaptor like the one I now have. This will reduce the weight of the whole mess. It will move everything closer to the tractor, improving the leverage. The new attachment will be rigid, so the tines will not move around. I won’t have to change my hydraulics. It should weigh a hundred pounds less than a grapple.

Down side: it has been almost a year since I started working on it, and I am still not done because covid pretty much destroyed whatever ambition I had when I first realized I needed to do something. There is a lot of stuff on my property that needs to be moved.

So far, I have built the frame, cut up the forks, and primed and painted certain parts of the tines that will be hard to paint once the project is welded together. Over the last couple of days, I cut one tine up and did a lot of rust removal, priming, and painting.

I really do not understand how people who make tractor attachments can be so incompetent. You can go to Youtube and find shopmade fork things that are a lot like the one I’m building, so it’s not like I invented the transistor. If you use a grapple, and you’ve seen people use a fork, you know perfectly well that the grapple is inferior in every way. So why can’t I buy a fork ready to go?

I have 4 tines. They were originally maybe 6 feet long. Something like 4 feet extended out in front of the bucket, and the rest went under the bucket. When something heavy rested on a tine, the rear of the tine pressed up on the bucket. The idea was to add strength and provide a tine that would not bend where it met the bucket.

This was a stupid design. It added weight and complexity, and it required tight chains to pull the tines back against the bucket lip. This deformed the upper part of the bucket because the chains pulled down on it in spite of the pitiable four-by-four supports, which fell out all the time. This is what happens when a person who only knows how to run a wood band saw tries to do a job that requires steel and a metalworker. When all you know is carpentry, every job looks like a pine deck.

I can weld short pieces of heavy tubing in the corners of the tines to serve as gussets. If that won’t prevent the tubes from bending downward, nothing will. I will also put horizontal pieces of tubing in the corners to keep the tines from opening or closing.

I guess I shouldn’t be harsh. I don’t think the quick-attach adaptor had been invented when my tractor was new, so the old arrangement was probably the best the attachment companies could do. Still, why wasn’t the adaptor invented in, say, 1935 or soon after whatever year it was when hydraulic front-end loaders arrived on the scene?

My fork had 4 upright steel tubes to prevent things from falling back toward the tractor when the bucket was raised. This week, I de-rusted and primed two of them. I also put one on the hydraulic press because it was bent, and I got it nearly straight, which amazed me. I’ll be fixing the other two uprights shortly. It’s easy. If I get tired of the slightly-crooked one, I can make a new one in half an hour, or I can turn it upside-down, do a little welding, and have an upright that’s only crooked for the top 6 inches. That’s where the bend is.

Each upright member had a stupid spike at the top, facing forward at face level. When I bought the tractor, the two outboard spikes had tennis balls on them. I wondered why until the first time I walked into a spike. Today and yesterday, I used the belt grinder and the lathe to round the ends of the spikes. Why they had to be sharp in the first place is a mystery to me. Why no one ever thought to round them off later is also a puzzle.

My plan is to put the uprights back on the fork and then put some goat wire across all four of them. This is fencing wire laid out in a grid. The wire will weigh about 7 pounds and prevent things from coming back at me or the tractor between the uprights. Why no one else thought of this…well, I think we’ve already discussed the competence of the people who make tractor stuff.

I’m using rusty-metal primer on a lot of the attachment, and I’m finishing it with Herculiner. This is the toughest finish I can get, and it’s easily touched up with spray cans from Tractor Supply.

I assume this design will work. If not, I’ll get a grapple, and I’ll be out around $300. But why wouldn’t it work? The old system was held on with two brackets of 3/16″ steel channel about 10″ long. If lifting hundreds of pounds of wood using 4 pins on two little brackets with 4 little welds didn’t destroy everything, my relatively robust system should be a lot better.

When all this is done, I’ll have a bucket and fork I can swap in a minute or two, so I’ll actually use both. How nice that will be.

It seems like I excoriate engineers all the time for their stupid mistakes, but I think I’m completely justified. I have a physics degree and a small amount of common sense, but physics training in no way makes you an engineer. It enables you to pick engineering up fast, but it’s not the same thing. Physicists don’t know how to do anything. A physicist might be able to tell you how LED’s work at the subatomic level, but it takes an engineer to design an LED TV. If I can dramatically improve the work of engineers over and over, and I can, then something is wrong.

They always blame marketing and accounting. “We wanted to make it right, but the marketing and accounting people wouldn’t let us.” Boo hoo. I’m sure that explains a lot of problems, but it doesn’t explain many others. Why didn’t we have plastic trash bags until the 1960’s? Obvious? Why did American cars require two keys long after the Japanese realized only one was needed? Why have boat designers put so many bilge pump wiring blocks 6″ above the normal level of salty, conductive bilge water?

Why did it take so long for engineers to put seat belts in cars? They were invented in the 1800’s. The first American cars with seat belts appeared in 1949.

Engineers gave my car thin, easily-clogged moonroof drain tubes, and then they fixed it so any overflow was captured in headliner cavities containing overly-complex and expensive motors. An engineer gave my lawn tractor a front grill cover that falls off easily and lands directly in front of the tractor’s front wheels. Guess what happens then. Owners all over the web are looking for new grills.

My opinion of engineers is like my opinion of cooking school graduates. Think of all the terrible food you’ve had at expensive restaurants. Most of it was cooked by chefs with degrees. There is no conceivable excuse for going to school for several years and making bad food. Cooking is just not hard. Somehow, they blow it anyway. Very, very often.

Now I feel like writing about my awful green toilets again. I just spent $700 ordering a better one, made in Japan.

Unless I have missed something, my tractor fork will be fantastic. If so, I’ll probably come back and criticize engineers some more. They have it coming.

My Liberal Toilets are Al Gore’s Revenge

Why is it that leftists keep making it harder for people to stay clean?

Hygiene really sets conservatives and leftists apart. We keep seeing leftist celebrities bragging that they don’t bathe much. Ashton Kutcher, for example, says he never showers. Brad Pitt is notorious for stinking. Leftists push low-flow shower heads that make good rinsing difficult. They stuck us with efficient washing machines that put mold in our clothes no matter what we do to fix the problem.

Today’s beef: low-flow toilets.

My house has, if my count is correct, 4 Briggs Vacuity toilets. They date from around 2000. They were efficient for their time. The design is moronic. Each toilet has some kind of upside-down jug in the tank, and it sits on a vacuum tube. Don’t ask me what it does. You can buy a Toto low-flow toilet that works perfectly and doesn’t have a lot of gadgetry in the tank. Vacuity toilets also have plastic liners inside their tanks, and the water goes into the liner so it doesn’t fill the entire tank.

The Briggs company realized these toilets were stupidly engineered, so they decided the smart thing was to quit supporting them. If you have one and it fails, you are on your own.

They will not accept Korky valves, which are the most common valves on Earth. You have to buy a weird Fluidmaster valve that costs twice as much. And when you install a new valve, it will leak where it enters the tank because it has to go through the porcelain as well as the thick plastic liner.

My toilet developed a leak last year. My answer was to install a giant rubber washer outside the tank, along with a layer of silicone. It worked until the valve went bad. Then minerals clogged the valve up, and acid didn’t fix it. I had to put in a new valve. It leaked like the first one, and my solution didn’t work any more.

Today I took the tank off the toilet, removed the plastic liner, put the liner on the band saw, and cut off the half the valve occupied. Then I put everything back together. The valve doesn’t leak, but the gaskets do. They’re old. I had to order new ones.

My low-flow toilet is now a high-flow toilet, but at least I can use it. When I get the new gaskets in, I mean.

Now I have a decision to make, and if you’re a sane (non-leftist) person, you may understand what I’m talking about. Do I replace these stupid toilets now, while there are still some decent toilets available, or do I take a chance and wait for them to fail, knowing that leftists will eventually remove all good toilets from the market?

If they have their way, we’ll all be pooping in biodegradable boxes made from locally sourced wood and throwing the poop out our windows. Or we’ll have to keep it until the leftist poop truck comes around once a month to collect it so it can be used to make organic adobe or something.

Think I’m kidding? You’d understand if you owned a diesel truck or tractor. My truck is a 2007, and it has none of the horrible technology that came on the next year’s models. My friend Mike has a 2014 Mercedes, and he has to buy a ridiculous fluid and pour it in his car all the time. I don’t even know what it is. Something to do with the exhaust gases.

Newer diesels have something called a regeneration cycle, and people complain these cycles start at the worst possible times. They say the new green parts fail and cause all sorts of problems. Old tractors and trucks are highly sought after because of the problems the new ones have.

I’m amazed by the bathing thing. Leftists like to tell us our bodies produce important oils our skin needs in order to be healthy. No, they don’t! That’s insane. When you don’t bathe often, oil, grease, dead skin, salt, bacteria, urine, feces, and fungus accumulate on your skin, and you get acne, ingrown hairs, and boils. It’s worse if you’re a woman. because you have one more opening that produces secretions.

Yes, you can be healthy bathing every few days instead of every day, but you’ll smell, and skin oil will stain your clothes. And you’ll feel bad. Here’s something I’ve realized: I don’t have to bathe every day in order to be healthy. I have to bathe every day in order to feel good. If I don’t bathe, I feel crusty. I can feel yesterday’s salt, oil, and grease on my skin and hair. And if I bathed as rarely as Ashton Kutcher, I’d be miserable, and I’d probably have pimples and boils.

The Japanese are obsessed with quality defecation. They are the masters of toilet design and construction. I’m thinking of getting a Toto Ultramax one-piece comfort height toilet. Toto is Japanese. I’ve had two of their toilets before. They were great.

One-piece toilets are better than two-piece toilets. They have fewer parts, and they last longer. “Comfort height” means the seat is about like a chair, so you don’t have to lower yourself as far. Some people think you can’t poop correctly unless you squat like a savage, but it’s not true unless you have some kind of medical problem, and once you get old, you’ll need a higher toilet anyway, so why wait?

If you’re convinced you have to squat to poop correctly, you can always put your feet on a couple of blocks. Beats having to have someone help you off the toilet. When my dad was failing, I had to install a special raised seat, and life would have been better had the entire toilet been taller in the first place.

I’m not sure what to get, but a tall toilet seems like like it will be less likely to wear out its welcome.

To sum up, leftism ruins everything, including personal hygiene and toilets. Toilets are likely to get worse, so if your toilets are in bad shape, try not to wait till there are no good ones left. Celebrities smell. I guess that’s about all.

Better

Yesterday I decided to try my new Girsan Hi-Power clone, the MC P35 Match. I took it to the pasture and put 50 rounds of Aguila FMJ through it. I shot 25 rounds at steel and the rest at a Shoot-n-See target.

Some people are reluctant to buy Turkish weapons. They seem to think Turkey is like Mexico or Iran. In reality, there are a lot of sharp, responsible, capable people in Turkey. It’s pretty much like Western Europe. Shopping malls. Good roads. Good public transportation. Extremely clean restaurants. Much cleaner than restaurants here in Florida. Definitely cleaner than New York restaurants.

I have no problems with this gun. At 10 yards or so, it appears to shoot very accurately. I am rusty, so I think any disappointing shots are my fault. Here is the target. I shot at 5 different points because I am too cheap to shoot only at the center and waste the rest of the target.

I’m not exactly sure how far away I was. It appeared to be farther than 7 yards, but I did not measure.

I missed a couple of gongs at 30 feet. It took me a few rounds to remember how to shoot.

Every round fed perfectly. In all likelihood, every shot flew where it should have. My trigger pull is not quite what it used to be, and my grip seems inconsistent. I need to shoot more often.

It looks like I am consistently low and to the left. If memory serves, shooting to the left is not new to me, so it’s probably not the gun. I should go look at the Wheel of Misfortune.

I have seen people say this gun, or at least the slightly-cheaper variant, does not shoot very accurately. Well, I did just fine with ammunition I bought for $7.31 per box. Give me two days to practice, and I’ll do better. It’s hard for me to believe there is anything wrong with the gun. My other pistols don’t shoot any better. Maybe the problems pop out when you use a rest at 25 yards, but how would that be relevant to real-world shooting? I mean, if you’re sitting behind a rest with a death grip on a $620 pistol, using cheap FMJ, looking over iron sights, trying to get within 2″ at 25 yards, you should be shooting rifles. And if your gun can do 3″ at 25 yards, a good shooter armed with your gun will be able to kill any home invader that ever lived.

I’m consistently inside a circle smaller than a burglar’s head, so there is that.

I don’t really understand people who worry a lot about super accuracy at long distances with Bass Pro or Rural King pistols. It’s like they’ve never heard of rifles. I would never, ever use anything but a rifle for self-defense unless the only alternative was a carrot peeler. Rifles hold a lot of ammunition. Rifles defeat body armor and walls. Rifles are easy to shoot accurately. They hold all kinds of optics and lights. They let you shoot pistol-packing burglars pretty easily at distances at which their pistols are not likely to be useful. Shooting a drugged-up burglar with a pistol is like eating peas with a crab fork.

The trigger is stiff, so it invites flinching just to get the round out of the barrel. I have read that this gun loosens up a lot after a few boxes, though.

The grip is wonderful, but I suppose every textured G10 grip is wonderful. It wraps around the back of the butt so almost every part that touches the hand grabs the skin.

So is it a good Hi-Power successor? It had better be. The Hi-Power is not coming back. FN created a new model which is not the same.

This gun’s slide and frame are forged and cold-drawn, whatever that is. I can’t remember which is cold-drawn and which is forged. Anyway, it’s not cast. It should be just as good as the Springfield clone, which is also Turkish in spite of the deceptive ad talk.

I don’t know what to say about the recoil, because I didn’t notice it. I guess it must be soft. This gun isn’t plastic, so it has mass to soak up momentum.

Is it a good gun for self-defense? Yes. Definitely. Would I use it for that? Not unless I couldn’t reach a better gun. It can’t be trusted with +P ammunition. My opinion is that ammunition improvements have changed the capabilities of certain cartridges to the point where we should all reevaluate our choices. There are 2023 9mm rounds that do things 2000 9mm rounds could not. If you’re going to use 9mm to protect yourself, why not insist on a gun that uses top-notch ammunition?

Example of changing cartridge capabilities: I like 10mm, but the .40 S&W round has been improved so much, I think it’s a better choice for most people. It zips along pretty fast now, ammunition is easier to find and comes in more flavors, and guns are common and therefore easy to buy and maintain.

I didn’t buy the Girsan for self-defense. I bought it for fun. I wanted a Hi-Power-type gun because I was never given a fair chance to get the one my grandfather had. Now I have what appears to be a superior version.

Plastic guns are wonderful for escorting burglars to the hereafter, but when it comes to the range, give me steel. Steel guns are neat. Nobody wants to see John Wayne shoot Comanches with a Kel-Tec. Steel feels better and looks better. It links us to the past, when Milton Berle was the only man who wore a dress in front of kids.

People love to say, “A gun is not a toy!” Sure it is. If you bought it for fun. Airplanes and helicopters can be toys. Parachutes can be toys. Motorcycles are almost always toys. The fact that something is dangerous doesn’t mean it can’t be a toy. For me, steel guns are generally better toys than plastic guns.

My big complaint about the Girsan is that it only comes with one magazine. It’s a Mec-Gar product, and it comes in blue and nickel. The blue ones are hard to find. I had to pay $63 for two, including shipping and taxes. They hold 15 rounds, or two more than a Hi-Power magazine, so that makes the Girsan better than a Hi-Power in a self-defense situation. Like if you’re attacked at the range, and your AK-47 is in the truck. I believe you can use these magazines in Hi-Powers, though. Supposedly, just about all the parts are interchangeable.

Nice gun. Maybe I’ll get the trigger worked on some day, but that’s about it. Okay; maybe I could dig up some abalone grips. But that’s all. And a red dot. But nothing else.

I wonder what nitride coating costs.

No Drugs, no Drama, More Profit

Finally, a story I had been expecting for years popped up on the web. Models are now concerned that their trade will vanish suddenly. AI is creating virtual models.

Virtual models have a number of advantages. They don’t have to be paid. They don’t use coke or heroin. They don’t have attitudes. They don’t sue because agents or photographers rape or grope them. They never get old. They do exactly as they’re told. They never get fat. They don’t wrinkle or go grey. Nothing sags or droops. Nothing is too small or too big. They don’t abuse themselves with hard living and expect makeup artists to do magic when they show up for work.

One really nice thing about them is that they don’t become narcissistic objects of worship, so they don’t go on Twitter and say stupid things all day, stirring up legions of mindless fans. Of course, they could do that, depending on what their creators want them to do. Maybe it will happen later.

I expected this to happen with actors, but we haven’t seen that yet. We’ve seen CGI bodies with real voices. The fake voices will come soon.

This would be a big benefit to society. Show business, historically, has been the domain of degenerates. It still is. It attracts terrible people, they become obscenely rich and powerful, and then they use their power to corrupt the rest of us and destroy civilization. Think how different it would be if the biggest names in show business were AI actors.

Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe the people who program them, also trashy show business people, would use them as avatars to promote their own degenerate values.

Somehow, I don’t think a bot could be as persuasive as a person when it comes to selling products. “Drink Pepsi! ChatGPT loves it!” I don’t think that will work. I could be wrong. But a bot could push the leftist agenda.

I hope we won’t have a bot Antichrist. I don’t think that can happen, since the Antichrist will be a man. But he could be a man wired up to AI. Elon Musk is at work on that. We may have a future with two classes: cyborg overlords, and lowly all-meat humans.

What if we had had bots 90 years ago, and the actors our great-grandparents knew had been bots? Humphrey Bogart would still be working. So would John Wayne. They would still be raking in money for the studios and their stockholders. They would work until we got sick of them.

A long time ago, I wanted to be a comic strip artist. I actually got to the development stage with the guy who discovered Garfield. Luckily for me, I failed. Newspaper cartoonists used to make a ton of money, and that might have destroyed me. Anyway, I learned something most people don’t know: it’s very had to break into the comic strip business, because newspapers are still full of strips drawn by dead people.

At least one major cartoonist has made fun of this in his work. Cartoonists call strips by dead artists “zombie strips.”

If you had been born the day Peanuts creator Charles Schulz died, you would now be 23. So United, his syndicate, ran his final strips and then withdrew his feature, right? No. He’s still plugging away, postmortem. Peanuts still runs all over America. Old strips appear daily as reruns. He was allowed to die, but he can’t retire.

Schulz isn’t the only comic strip zombie. If you check, you will find that other well-known strips are earning royalties for the dead.

It shows what can happen when media people prefer a sure thing to developing new talent, and if actors and actresses were immortal, like bots, it would be nearly impossible for young actors to find work in big roles. They would all have to keep their Olive Garden jobs until they died.

The better AI gets, the less it will matter to the public that celebrities aren’t real. The ones we have now are barely real anyway. Future bots will be sexier, funnier, better looking, more charismatic, and more talented than the flesh and bone celebrities we have now. We won’t care. I already don’t care.

We’ve already seen performances that were at least part CGI, which is AI’s lesser sibling. If you’ve seen a Marvel movie, you’ve seen a character switch from real to CGI and back. Tom Holland can’t really jump around like Spider-Man. Mark Ruffalo can’t balloon up to the size of an RV and turn green. Marvel actors have CGI body doubles. Marvel stunt budgets must be miniscule now.

What will come after actors? Acting requires a little more talent than modeling, so actors will follow models. Singing requires more talent than acting, so singers will follow actors. Writing original songs takes more talent than singing, so singer-songwriters will come later, probably at about the same time AI comedians start to appear.

It almost makes you wonder why a real audience is needed. We could be replaced, too, but then where would ticket money come from?

Pretty soon, a studio will, over the screams and threats of SAG narcissists, create a major actor, and whether we like the first one or not, they will eventually create some we like better than actual actors. Maybe we’ll see a gradual end to the spawning and maintenance of corrosive billionaire thespians.

I don’t think we should feel smug. AI will eventually be good enough to replace people with real jobs, not just performers. Even studio executives will be outdone by machinery. Machines get better and better, and there is no stopping it, no matter how much Elon Musk warns us. The human race keeps proving it can’t resist or control the drug of technology. We will always abuse it.

Will we get AI politicians? What if we get a really popular AI president? Will we repeal the 22nd Amendment, based on the assumption that we can’t do better?

In a situation like that, I believe an AI Obama or Sanders is more likely than a solid leader like an AI DeSantis. Our slide into leftism is not going to stop. America belongs to Satan, and he prefers leftism to conservatism.

Whatever happens, it will be nice to see certain classes of destructive people lose their access to excessive wealth and powerful platforms. No more Chrissie Teigens or Gwyneth Paltrows. That would be great.

It will happen. It has to happen. It’s as predictable as the death of a star.

I don’t know if we will ever be able to get rid of overpaid, bloviating leftist athletes. Maybe there is some way to make AI games competitive and unpredictable. Imagine Babe Ruth and Ty Cobb running the bases again.

Spectator sports don’t run on the love of athleticism. They run on the love of betting. Racehorse owners learned that over the last couple of decades. Tracks shut down because people were just as happy to gamble online as they were to go watch horses. If AI games could be fixed so they had random outcomes, and there was some way to have fair AI drafts, billionaire athletes could vanish from the earth.

A company called Cloudflare makes huge money introducing randomness into the world of computers. Maybe they could branch out into the creation of AI athletes and game variables.

We already have something like this. Fantasy football. You pick your fictional team of real athletes, and their unpredictable performance introduces randomness so the whole thing seems competitive. The real players do Cloudflare’s job.

If we can get excited about fantasy football, we can get just as excited about AI football. We will love football players with a limitless average career length instead of 3.3 years, which is the actual average career length.

AI can’t replace me. I don’t do anything.

Assuming the rapture doesn’t come first, a lot of crazy sci-fi things are going to happen soon, and they will happen before sci-fi writers anticipate them in works of fiction. That’s weird. Usually, fiction gets there first.

If you’re hoping to become a model, think it over. Olive Garden only needs so many waiters.