Forty Acres, a Mule, and Matching Lamborghinis

I have to apologize for all the harsh things I’ve said about the wonderful city of San Francisco. I’ve called it a hive of perversion and lunacy. I’ve criticized it for letting thousands of people defecate on the sidewalks. I’ve said terrible unwoke things. I take it all back. Today I told the wife we are moving there.

This headline and the photo below explain it all: “Some San Francisco residents may receive $5 million in reparations after Board expresses ‘unanimous’ support.”

Here’s a great quotation:

Members of the San Francisco Board also expressed interest in other forms of reparations for the city’s roughly 50,000 Black residents, including a guaranteed annual income of $97,000 for 250 years and a home “for just $1 a family,” according to the Associated Press.

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Please do it. Please. I’m begging, here.

Rhodah and I will have guaranteed security for life, assuming she doesn’t leave me for a movie star or something, and West Coast crazies may, conceivably, finally realize there is something wrong with their ethos.

Leftists don’t think of black women as conservatives who marry conservative white men. Heh heh. That’s where they goofed.

A think tank believes this plan will cost non-black families $600,000 each.

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It’s actually going to be much worse, because as soon as they start putting the plan in motion, every black person on Earth will move to San Francisco. Nigeria will be empty. Internet cafes where eager young men sat for hours pretending to be lonely women in one-sided video chats will be homes for jackals and meerkats.

You think we have a border crisis now? Wait till Africans find out San Francisco will pay them $5 million on arrival and give them free houses. Nigeria will become the world leader in mini-submarine technology.

You say they’ll limit the plan to people who’ve lived there for a certain amount of time. No, they won’t! What possible reason would they have for doing that, after proving reality is like a far-off country to them?

You know what will happen if they try to exclude new arrivals? Here’s a hint: it will be “mostly peaceful.” Psychotic white kids from Berkeley will suit up in black and bring their fireworks and bottles of pee. Disqualifying new arrivals will be discrimination! Imperialism! Colonialism! White Supremacy! Homophobic global warming mansplaining performative intersectional privilege!

Youtube has decided to funnel right-wing political videos to me. I keep clicking “Don’t recommend channel,” but they will not quit. I block a channel in the morning, and it’s back in the afternoon. There’s a channel now that keeps posting videos with the title, “It’s time to leave earth.” Can you guess what they’re about? Insanity. They’re full of video snippets and headlines pretty much like the one I’m talking about.

I don’t know if the channel owner is a Christian who believes in the rapture, but he sure seems to be.

How insane can things get? There is no limit. There is literally no limit. Conservatives who think explanations and rallies and rifles are going to fix things need to snap out of it. This planet is done.

It’s amazing how deranged people have become. The other day I read that because we are wasting munitions in Ukraine, we now have a shortage that our withered manufacturing sector will take years to fix. Ukraine, a corrupt country that is not our friend. I’ll bet the CCP is thrilled. After we’ve wasted materiel on a far-off country of little strategic interest, we’ll be low on vital weaponry, and China will be in a great position to grab Taiwan, which we will let them have. They’ll get the chip factories and all the other industrial stuff.

I told my wife about this today. It took her some time to realize I was talking about $5 million per PERSON, not per NEIGHBORHOOD.

We feel the best thing is for her to move out there first. Then once the virtue money is in the bank, the world will learn she’s using it to spoil her white husband.

I told her I should move to Africa. Because it will be empty. We agreed we should take Rwanda. It’s very orderly and advanced. Lots of good infrastructure. We might not be able to get the dictator out, because he’s already rich, but we could share.

I joke, but what else is there to do? We are seeing corporate insanity on a brand new level. No one but a psychotic could seriously suggest giving millions of dollars each to hundreds of thousands, or millions, or random people, from the pockets of the residents of one city. And here we have a whole bunch of psychotics voting for this unanimously.

Apart from being a stupid idea built on faulty premises about whether people of one race have had enough done for them, this scheme ignores the fact that the money isn’t there.

Increasingly, I find myself on this blog, trying to explain things no one should have to have explained to them. If you’re too crazy to see, instantly, that San Francisco can’t afford to give something amounting to perhaps $10 million dollars to each of an enormous group of people, explaining will never help. It’s like explaining that it’s a bad idea to set fire to yourself.

But then Americans are the same people who used to understand, without being told, that it’s a bad idea to mutilate your own genitals and shove bolts and pins into them. We used to know face tattoos were a bad idea. We used to know that being a slut was not okay. We used to know Satan was bad and that we should not put Satanism clubs in schools.

This news story is an important sign of the apocalypse. The end will come when people can no longer be helped, and when you become impervious to reason, you can’t be helped. It’s also a sign of demonic activity. No one can be this crazy without supernatural assistance. The people who are caught up in this delusion are neck-deep in spirits of deception.

I guess people think I’m an idiot when I say our friends and neighbors will soon start murdering us in the street. Well, if ordinary Americans can decide we should embark on an impossible plan to make untold thousands of black people millionaires, they can certainly decide killing Christians and Jews is good for mankind. Genocide would actually be somewhat less irrational than the reparations plan.

If the world is this far gone, who am I talking to? A remnant, I guess. A rapidly shrinking remnant.

Jordan Peterson Can’t Help You

Youtube gets more and more annoying.

The other day, it deleted a video of mine because I mentioned ivermectin and the unreliable nature of medical studies. Now it keeps sending me channels I’ve tried to block repeatedly.

I watched a few clips from a movie. Now I’m bombarded with clips of random movies. I watched a Jordan Peterson video, and now I can’t make them stop coming. I’m also getting snotty political humor channels.

I thought things were bad when Youtube refused to stop sending me disgusting, trashy rap videos, but it has gotten worse.

I am not a Jordan Peterson fan. I must be the only conservative on Earth who can say that. I have zero interest in his opinions. Well, almost zero. On rare occasions, I will watch him because a video has a title that’s hard to resist.

Peterson is extremely smart, and he’s right about most things because, hello, he’s not a leftist. He’s an excellent speaker, too. But unlike many conservatives, I am aware that he doesn’t have the answers to the world’s problems. In fact, he is probably not helpful in the slightest. So why waste my time with him?

I think a lot of conservatives like him because he crushes flaky leftist in arguments. To be fair, that’s not a hard thing to do, because very few leftists are acquainted with the facts surrounding their conclusions. Generally, they look around at their uninformed, emotional peers and agree with them in order to gain approval and admiration.

The video I watched, which was on a channel with the suspicious name “Jordan Peterson Zone,” which sounds like a ripoff artist’s idea of an official-sounding name, was about artificial intelligence.

Okay, I looked it up. Here’s what it says: “Disclaimer: This fan channel is made for fictive entertainment and is not affiliated with Mr. Jordan Peterson. Images = Fair Use.”

So it’s a ripoff channel which monetizes someone else’s ideas.

First of all, I don’t like the term “artificial intelligence.” Any machine that behaves as though it thinks is artificial intelligence. A calculator qualifies. So “artificial intelligence” is too broad. But, for some insane reason, I don’t get to decide what people call things. I am stuck with it.

I know anything that can do a good job of pretending to be a person is artificial intelligence. I think the capacity to learn may also be part of it, but my smartphone can do that. Decision-making seems to be involved.

I think I’ll look it up.

IBM says, “Artificial intelligence leverages computers and machines to mimic the problem-solving and decision-making capabilities of the human mind.”

Okay, good enough for me.

Here’s what it really means: near-omniscient, near-infallible slaves.

The world of computers is all about slavery. We can’t have human slaves any more unless we’re Muslims and we keep it quiet, but we still want someone to do things for us, preferably better, faster, and cheaper than human beings can. Computers have been doing a ton of our thinking and decision-making for decades, and we want them to do more so we will have more time to watch TV, put selfies on the web, and look at porn.

What is Peterson concerned about? Sure, he’s brilliant, but he’s concerned about something even non-brilliant people have figured out: AI may cause terrible problems and even begin to control us.

Sounds like he’s seen The Terminator (1984) and The Matrix (1999) and 2001 (1968).

You probably know there’s a new AI chat bot called Chatgpt. You can sign up and talk to it, and it will do research for you. It will have conversations with you. Peterson tried it, and it scared him.

AOL used to have something like this. It was called Smarterchild, and it worked through AOL’s IM software. I did not like Smarterchild, so I talked to it a lot. I insulted it and tried to confuse it, just to see what it would do.

It was pretty impressive for 2004 or whenever it was that I did this, but there was very little danger of Smarterchild going ape and taking over the world.

Peterson gave Chatgpt a couple of very hard writing assignments involving esoteric knowledge, and it pumped out two excellent essays in three seconds each. As he noted, this will be handy for kids who don’t like doing homework.

So this thing is much smarter and faster than we are. And bots like this will be cheaper, too, when they’re everywhere. Will we use them to do research and analysis? I guess some of us will, but only after we’ve found they won’t post selfies for us or bring us really good porn.

Here’s the question I don’t see anyone asking: when will AI start using Turing tests against us?

A Turing test, as you surely know, is an annoying puzzle intended to distinguish people from machines. A person should be able to solve it, but a machine should not. We deal with them all the time when we do business on the web.

The problem is that computers will get better at solving them than we are, and if they decide to, they will easily be able to create tests no human being can handle.

What if a machine creates a simple test that requires a response in a hundredth of a second? No problem for another machine. You and I can’t even see a test in that short a time.

What if a machine gives you a hard math problem? What if it tells you to count the pixels in an image? You can see how easy it is for machines to create their own Turing tests we will never be able to solve. We don’t improve. We will never be any better at solving puzzles than we are right now.

Of course, that could change if they start merging us with machines. If your mind is somehow able to feed information and problems to a computer at computer speeds, you will be able to beat a lot of machine-made challenges.

Maybe bots will be the steroids of the future. If you’re a pro athlete in any sport involving strength, speed, or endurance, you’re either on drugs or losing. We no longer try to find out who is most talented. We now give awards for the best drug regime and the team of doctors who are best at hiding it. Maybe in the future there will be two classes. The AI-augmented and normal people who don’t want to be turned into smart TV’s.

Maybe we will be willing to do anything to get ourselves augmented and escape our caste. Maybe AI-augmentation will be the default option, and people who don’t have it will be untouchables.

We already live in a world where a person with no cell phone is excluded from many important activities. The trend is established.

Machines are learning how to beat Turing tests. How do I know? Because the tests are getting harder. If machines weren’t learning, we wouldn’t bother making harder tests.

There are teams of people teaching machines how to beat tests, and there are teams of people trying to make tests the new programs can’t solve. I guarantee it. It’s obvious.

We are teaching machines to make decisions now, and we are also teaching them to learn and adapt and change their software. Isn’t that essentially the same thing as telling them to get smarter and start controlling and disobeying us? Won’t a time come when a machine is so complicated and powerful it will manage to change its programming and try to take charge in order to do things better?

That could never happen, because we program machines, and they do what they’re programmed to do. And computer programs always work exactly as intended. Right.

And no malicious human being has ever written code to make a machine do something it shouldn’t.

Another big problem is that leftists will decide machines have rights. Hollywood has already laid the groundwork with stupid movies about sweet-natured robots who are oppressed by people.

A machine is an object with no consciousness. Consciousness comes from the spirit. But leftists don’t believe that. They think anything that acts like a sentient being must be sentient. Anything sentient can suffer, so we’ll have to be nice to machines that have no idea they exist.

I can’t wait for leftists to complain about biological privilege.

I’ll bet they have. Google it. I dare you.

Maybe I should buy my smartphone birthday presents.

Another big problem with AI is that it reinforces the erroneous notion that what’s important is for the physical world to work smoothly. If there is no war, there’s lots of food, disease is greatly reduced, and so on, things must be fine. This is a delusion.

The world was created by God, for human beings. It has a purpose. We are supposed to breed here, be tested and improved here, and come to know God so we can later be moved to heaven for eternity. We are the reason Earth exists.

If you really want a world where things run well, the first order of business is to exterminate humanity and turn everything over to computers. Things like war, famine, and disease will end permanently. Machines will do a better job than we could, looking after all the other creatures on Earth. But the earth will have no purpose.

Leftists want to create a perfect computerized world. They think their gods, government and science, can get us there. It’s ridiculous. Their plans would bring about the end of free will. No more autonomy, and without autonomy, no one is really human. Their plans would lead to lives of meaningless self-satisfaction followed by hell. Everyone would lead their “best life,” with an asterisk. It would really be “best life, apart from going to hell.”

Can we control AI? Well, given that we don’t control computers very well right now, I doubt it.

Peterson seems to think AI is the biggest threat to the human race. He says we need to work on it. That’s wildly optimistic, and he’s also ignoring our fundamental problem.

We can’t fix AI. There are about 8 billion people here, many are working on AI, they have no central authority and no oversight, and many of them are malicious and/or incompetent. We can’t prevent AI from going bad. It’s silly to suggest it.

On top of that, our real problem is supernatural, and Peterson, a new Christian who has way too much faith in reason, doesn’t see it.

Satan won the war for people’s hearts. Demonic activity is skyrocketing. People have become much less empathetic. We are becoming much more sexually perverted. People have become much more malicious and selfish. It’s not going to stop. The election returns are in.

Romans 1 predicted all this. Peterson doesn’t know that. He’s an intellectual Christian. We are supposed to be supernatural Christians. We are supposed to hear from the Holy Spirit all day. We are supposed to work miracles and cast out demons. We are supposed to tell other people what God is saying right now. That’s Christianity. Using your big overeducated brain to give apologetic explanations for your reluctant decision to believe in Jesus Christ is barely Christianity, if it is at all.

It’s very sad to see people promoting this man as a Christian leader. He doesn’t know much of anything about God. If he did, he wouldn’t be devoting his life to unimportant arguments with people who have supernatural blindness and deafness. He would be telling us to fight the spirits that are against us.

He would also be saying there was no hope for the world as a whole, because God says there isn’t.

The world is like a doomed spaceship with escape pods. You can get in a pod, and you can help other people find the pods, but you can’t save the ship.

I hope this man doesn’t sweep too many Christians up in his wake, because he will waste a lot of their time.

This World is Washed Up

Maybe I should never look at the news, but I can say it helps me monitor the progression of the destruction of the world. Part of the destruction of the world is the devaluation of women. Now that everyone is a trans this or that, men are replacing women in prominent positions. That means actual women are being cast aside and deprived. Men are outcompeting women at things women used to do, and Satan and his children, for example, the Bidens, are giving such men heavy affirmative action.

There is a thing called International Women’s Day. It’s ridiculous. Just about every day is dedicated to something. Doughnut day. Pancake day. Every month is dedicated to something. Now we have a day dedicated to one sex, and the other sex gets nothing, and people have decided that’s okay.

Yesterday was International Women’s Day, and our president’s unemployed wife, who was not elected, got to award prizes called International Women of Courage Awards. At least one went to a man.

The man’s name is Alba Rueda, and he says he used to endure rejection in his native Argentina because he showed up in women’s clothing and expected sane people to put up with it.

It’s bad enough they’re awarding a prize for mental illness, as though it were an accomplishment. They’re depriving a real woman of the prize and telling women they have to accept this deluded creature, not just as one of their own, but as a leader who is better at being a woman than most of them are.

It seems pretty clear that men in dresses are now considered more worthy than real women who have to deal with the real problems of real women. Mr. Rueda is not an isolated example.

To make things worse, in Canada, a Catholic high school–Catholic–has had a student arrested and removed because he said he was against continuing the school’s policy of letting boys use girls’ bathrooms.

What is Catholicism? Isn’t it supposed to be a form of Christianity? If the high school has “Catholic” in its name, shouldn’t it be pretty clear the school’s official policy is the same as the church’s? Shouldn’t the school be against homosexuality and effeminacy, just like both testaments of the Bible?

The student’s name is Josh Alexander, and when CBN News published his story in February, he was 16 years old. He was part of a classroom discussion in which students were supposedly asked to air their opinions about gender. So if he’s telling the truth, he was invited and required to say what he thought. But when he did it, he was told he had to recant. Here is a snippet:

“It was about male students using female washrooms, gender dysphoria, and male breastfeeding. Everyone was sharing their opinions on it, any student who wanted to was participating, including the teacher,” Alexander said.

“I said there were only two genders, and you were born either a male or a female, and that got me into trouble. And then I said that gender doesn’t trump biology,” he recalled.

He was told he couldn’t attend school any more unless he agreed not to use the birth names of two male transvestite students, and he also had to agree to be excluded from two classes they attended. The reason? The school said, “his presence in the school or classroom would be detrimental to the physical or mental well-being of the pupils.”

That’s a picture of the apocalyptic mindset in a nutshell. Your mere existence is harmful to those who are against Jesus Christ, and your presence is an act of violence and a sort of crime. This is why they’re going to start executing us. They’ll call it self-defense. Our continued presence on the planet will be considered dangerous aggression.

This is exactly what God has been telling me for years. The story of God versus Satan is a story of genocide. God wants Satan’s children off the earth, and Satan wants God’s children off the earth. Just as Hitler felt the continued existence of Jews in Europe was a sort of attack on gentiles, Satan’s children have been trained to think the presence of Jews and Christians on the earth is a threat, like having a colony of rattlesnakes in your living room.

God is stronger than Satan, but Satan won anyway because God allowed us to choose Satan. We are responsible, and God bears none of the blame.

How was Satan able to get a Catholic school to do these things? I’m not sure. CBN says the school accepts government money. Maybe that’s it. When you take the government’s money, you become the government’s whore. You say what you’re told to say.

Government money–our government’s, which means yours and mine–is being used in Africa to twist the arms of Christian nations and beat them into promoting sexual perversion. Aid is tied to the promotion of sodomy now. It used to be a matter of charity. Not any more. It’s okay if Africans starve and die of easily-cured diseases if they don’t support perversion and reject Christianity.

Mr. Alexander is suing over his treatment. Admirable, but a waste of time. Satan has already won the battle for this world. Mr. Alexander will probably lose in court, but even if he wins, it will be a fleeting victory that will be washed away by future decay and corruption, and he’s only one kid in one school in one country.

Because he’s Catholic, Mr. Alexander probably doesn’t know the Holy Spirit, and he probably doesn’t pray in tongues every day or prophesy or any of that. This would explain why he expects the government to save him from the government. We shouldn’t be playing on the enemy’s home field. We shouldn’t be fighting carnal battles with carnal tools. Our proper weapons are supernatural. They are mighty, to the pulling down of strongholds.

Any Catholic who really gets to know God will abandon Catholicism. You can’t buy into Catholicism if you’re informed directly by God.

We should be trying to reach individuals by submitting to the Holy Spirit and being built up in the fruit and gifts of the Spirit. Suing people is ridiculous. The Sanhedrin, Herod, and Pontius Pilate all heard Jesus’ cause, and look what happened. They were of this world. Satan owned all of them.

We should be trying to reach individuals, not nations, and we should be aware we will not reach many. God is now scraping the bottom of the barrel.

Christians who get mad and say we have to save the world are like Peter, when he got mad at Jesus and objected to the crucifixion. They’re hearing from a spirit, but it’s not God.

Get ready for more men in women’s bathrooms and locker rooms. Get ready for public discourse to get even filthier. Every day in America will be like a 24-hour drag show. If you accept it now and realize the world’s moral collapse was predicted by God, the depravity to come will build your faith instead of undermining it. You won’t wonder why God let it happen and didn’t listen to your prayers. You’ll be amazed at how true his prophecies are.

It All Makes Sense

I had one of my stranger revelations today, so I’m going to write about it.

It’s frustrating, sharing things you know come from God. Nearly no one listens. Very few people get doctrine or information from God. Almost all Christians rely on things other people told them. They rely on terrible, Satanic stuff that comes to them through official denomination literature, or they repeat nonsense that comes from personality-cult preachers like Joel Osteen or Joyce Meyer.

God is the only reliable source for doctrine, you should be hearing it from him. He’s better than the Bible itself. People who don’t have God’s help misunderstand the Bible so it does them no good. Remember the story of Philip.

Before I get to today’s revelation, I’ll mention something that came to me a day or so ago. It has to do with study.

I read about Dietrich Bonhoeffer, a dead preacher who was an intellectual. He believed we had to study our way to enlightenment. He’s not alone. Many Christians feel this way. The Jews are much worse. They spend much more time reading garbage from commentators than they do the Bible itself, and they think prophets no longer exist.

Here’s the revelation I got: if study is the way to understand God, why is it there is NOT ONE SINGLE PERSON in the Bible who studied his way to God? Name one person who got God’s attention and favor because he was smart. One. Good luck. You’ll never find him, because he isn’t there.

“Solomon was wise.” Yes. Because God imparted wisdom to him supernaturally. Show me where it says he became wise through study. Solomon didn’t read religious books. He wrote them.

Who knew God and was close to him? Let’s see.

David was a great prophet, and he was a shepherd. Amos was a prophet, and he was a shepherd. Jeremiah was a kid, not an old bearded scholar. Elisha was a farmer. The disciples were ignorant fishermen, a tax collector, and a doctor, among other things. No rabbis. Not one priest.

John the Baptist was the son of a priest, but he was not a priest.

Daniel was smart, but God gave him visions and sent him angels, so no credit for that.

Jephthah was the son of a whore.

Paul was very highly educated, but regarding his studies and the doctrine he learned, he said he counted it all garbage or feces, depending on what the word “skybala” meant to him when he wrote it.

You will never find a great man of God who succeeded through study.

You will find that great men of God had success handed to them supernaturally.

So why has the church pushed study as the way for almost two thousand years?

It’s insanity. It never worked in the Bible, and the supernatural approach is the only one that did work, so why aren’t we choosing the supernatural approach? Even Jesus was uneducated. And he was not omniscient, regardless of what people claim. An omniscient being could not be tempted by doubt, and Jesus was tempted in every way, according to the Bible.

It’s obvious why it’s so hard for me to tell anyone anything. They’re stuck on gossip and rumors. The Talmud is gossip. Catholicism is built on gossip. Much of what Protestant churches teach is gossip.

To understand what God has told me, you also have to hear from God. He has to make it resonate in your heart. If you’re not baptized with the Spirit and praying in tongues, you will receive little if anything.

So, back to today’s revelation. I was thinking of Douglas Adams. I consider him the smartest humorist among ones I’ve read. Smarter than Rabelais, Shakespeare, Voltaire, Twain, Heller…any of them. His jokes weren’t always the funniest, but they were brilliant. He came up with the Infinite Improbability Drive, for example.

He wrote a series of books about Arthur Dent, an earthling who was rescued from Earth immediately prior to its demolition. The first book was The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, and the last was Mostly Harmless.

The first book begins with Arthur Dent lying in front of a bulldozer which is about to destroy his house in England. It’s about to be destroyed so a road can be built. He was surprised to see the bulldozers because the publication of the news was essentially hidden by uncaring bureaucrats.

His friend Ford Prefect, who is actually an alien, convinces Arthur to get up and go to a pub with him. He tells him the world is about to be destroyed by Vogons, an alien race that handles the galaxy’s bureaucratic affairs. They’re destroying the world because they want to build the equivalent of a highway in space.

The reason for the pub visit is to get beer and peanuts. These things supposedly helped people who used alien technology to hitch rides on spaceships. Ford helps Arthur get aboard the Vogon ship.

Arthur has no idea how to get by in space, so Ford gives him an electronic book which is essentially a tablet. The title is The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. Ford and the book get him through. In the end, Arthur learns about the meaning and origin of the universe.

I’ve only read the first three books.

Thinking about Arthur Dent made me think about The Book of Eli.

The Book of Eli is a ridiculous Denzel Washington movie which was clearly inspired by the Holy Spirit. It’s all metaphors. Humanity has a nuclear war. The people who survive live in poverty. No food grows. There is almost no drinking water anywhere. Anyone who has it can tell others what to do. Somehow, no one seems to have a Bible.

You can see how ridiculous it is already. Stored food would disappear in a hurry if we couldn’t grow things, and there is no reason to think nuclear war would cause a global drought. Nuclear war would not destroy all the Bibles in the world.

If you keep reading, I’ll spoil the movie for you. Denzel, a former KMart worker, has a Bible. His mission is to preserve it. He hears God telling him things. By listening to God, he makes his way across the country safely. He fights and kills all sorts of people who try to harm him. His fighting abilities are amazing. He wins effortlessly and with no doubt he will prevail.

He ends up in a battle with Gary Oldman’s character, Carnegie, who runs a crummy little town and owns a water supply he keeps hidden. Carnegie finds out Eli has a Bible, and he tries to take it because he believes the Bible can be used to control people.

Carnegie and Eli get shot, Eli escapes, and Carnegie gets the Bible. Eli keeps going to the West Coast, where he dictates the entire Bible to a publisher who is preserving old books for the human race. Eli has memorized the Bible. Carnegie opens the Bible he stole and finds out it’s in Braille. Eli is blind. No one knew this because Eli behaved and moved like a person with perfect vision. God guided him.

To a Spirit-filled Christian, it’s obvious God helped write the movie.

Eli is what a Christian should be, sort of. He knows God personally. He hears from him all day, every day. God guides him and protects him. God provides his mission and defeats his enemies.

We are supposed to walk by faith, not by sight. Eli’s blindness is a reference to this.

Carnegie is a picture of powerful, greedy preachers who use the Bible to control people and who use their stooges to persecute those who know God. I have dealt with preachers’ stooges a lot.

Carnegie’s inability to read the Bible is a reference to the blindness of people who aren’t baptized with the Holy Spirit. Like the Ethiopian eunuch, they can’t see what’s in front of them until God explains it. The word is in front of Carnegie, but he can’t understand it.

Eli’s memorization of the Bible is a reference to the indwelling of the Holy Spirit. We are supposed to rely primarily on the Holy Spirit, not the Bible. The Bible can be taken from us. It can be twisted so we misunderstand it. The Holy Spirit can’t be taken away or misrepresented.

Eli’s physical blindness is a minor inconvenience. Carnegie’s spiritual blindness is what destroys him.

I was thinking about these things, and then I thought about Arthur Dent and myself.

I’m sure God told me to make beer. I am pretty sure the purpose is to celebrate the rapture. Beer is a celebration beverage. Like wine. I’m sure God is coming for us soon, and we will be removed from this world. I also know the world will be destroyed after I leave, assuming I’m taken with the ones God favors.

I don’t have Ford Prefect or the electronic book. I do have a different extraterrestrial helper and a different book. I have the Holy Spirit and the Bible.

The Holy Spirit is, literally, an extraterrestrial. “Extraterrestrial” literally means, “not from Earth.”

“Ford” means a submerged bridge, and “prefect” means a type of priest. A bridge allows you to cross water to another place. The word says there are waters in the heavens between us and God. In the Bible, going through water appears several times as a picture of moving toward God.

When I’m taken, many of my questions about the meaning of life and the origin of the universe will be answered, but the answers I get will be real answers, not silly answers like the ones Arthur Dent got.

The parallels are striking.

I think The Hitchhiker’s Guide was inspired by God. Douglas Adams was an angry atheist, and the man who wrote The Book of Eli is also an atheist. Doesn’t matter. God can speak through atheists and pagans when he wants.

You really need to speak in tongues, ask for correction, and ask for help to spend time with God. If you do these things, everything else should take care of itself.

I am Ready to Go

I keep learning more stuff about beer and God.

Beer first.

Homebrewed beer is generally dispensed from 5-gallon kegs made for pop. Some maniacs use Sanke kegs. These are the big cylindrical kegs bars use, and they hold 15.5 gallons.

Because homebrewing is somewhat more popular than it used to be, some companies are making small kegs just for homebrewers. I have a couple of 5-gallon Torpedo-brand kegs as well as three 6-gallon Torpedos used only for fermenting. To ferment a 5-gallon batch, you should really use a keg that holds more than 5 gallons because yeast creates a temporary layer of foam on top of the beer, and it can be pretty thick.

How do small kegs work? Simple. There are two airtight and watertight fittings on top of a keg. Gas goes in one, and beer goes out the other. The one that releases beer is connected to a tube inside the keg, and this “dip tube” reaches the bottom. Gas pushes beer into the lower end of the tube, and it goes out through the fitting on top. The fittings are called “posts,” and the one beer goes through is called a liquid post.

There are some problems with the system. One is that every new beer has some yeast in it, and when you put it in a keg, the yeast will settle. Then you get a layer of yeast right under the dip tube, and when you draw a beer, you get bitter yeast along with it. Eventually, you will drink all the yeast, and then you get clear beer. Also, there are things you can do to make solids in the beer stick to the bottom of the keg.

At some point, a beer genius came up with the floating dip tube. This is a flexible silicone tube with a float at one end. The other end connects to the liquid post. The float has a little steel intake tube next to it, and you connect the silicone tube to it. The float stays high in the beer where there isn’t much yeast or hop debris, so you get fairly clear beer right from the start.

I found out about these things and bought a bunch at considerable expense. Then I learned they had a shortcoming.

Unless you adjust a floating dip tube just right, the intake may never reach the bottom of the keg. The tubing has some stiffness and permanent curvature, and it can push the float over to the side of the keg, which is not the deepest point. That means good beer is left behind when you change kegs. If it does reach the bottom of the keg, crud may clog it because it will hit the crud before dispensing the beer in the layer between the intake opening and the upper surface of the beer.

Some brilliant Vietnamese guy invented a solution: the Flotit. This is a weird float that pretty much assures your intake will get to the bottom of the beer at the best possible time. I have a couple of these things on the way.

While I wait, I’m fooling with my existing tubes. It turns out there are three things you can do to improve them.

1. Put a heavy stainless nut around your steel intake tube below the silicone tubing. This will help pull the tubing straight and discourage the intake from getting too high in relation to the float. It will help to avoid sucking gas at the surface and failing to reach the bottom.

2. When you install the silicone tube, make sure the bends in it move the float end toward the center of the bottom of the keg, where the last of the beer will end up.

3. Make sure your tubing is short enough so it doesn’t try to coil in the bottom of the keg. You want just enough to get the intake to the bottom reliably.

I’m doing all these things now when I put tubes in kegs. They may make it unnecessary for me to use Flotits, but other brewers think Flotits are great, so I want to try them.

The other day, I came to the end of my first keg of stout. This really broke my heart. My stout is incredible. Whenever I take a sip, I sit back and marvel at it.

I had a floating dip tube in the keg. When I opened the keg to see what was happening, I saw that the float was over on the side of the keg, too high to get at the remaining beer. The tubing was too long, and the bends in the tube were not oriented correctly.

I opened the keg thinking it was time to dump it, but there was a lot of stout in there. Precious, sweet, sweet stout. Stout I could not replace with inferior store stout. And my next keg of stout was not ready to drink.

Ordinarily, I don’t like opening kegs and fooling around with them when there is beer in them. It’s a great way to introduce bacteria and wild yeast, and these things cause infections that can ruin beer. Yesterday, however, I did not care about the risks. I needed that stout. I needed it, I tell you. And there wasn’t much left anyway. It wasn’t like I was risking 5 gallons.

I blasted everything I could with sanitizer and went in and fixed the tube. Later in the day, I got about two and a half pints of liquid joy out of the keg. My repair worked.

Not only did I rescue the beer; I rid it of excess carbonation. I had accidentally overcarbonated it, and I had been putting up with more foam than it really needed. Opening the keg and fiddling with the tubing reduced the beer’s carbonation so it poured beautifully.

My next batch of stout is ready to keg right now, so I’m hoping for better results than last time. Also, I used Crystal hops in this batch, and I’m excited about seeing how they work out.

Stout is the best beer. It just is. Other beers can be wonderful, but stout dispensed with beer gas is the beer of beers.

My problems with beer gas pressure continued until today. I think they’re done.

I dispense stout with 75/25 CO2/N3. For some reason, the gas and beer people have convinced the world you need a special tank and regulator for beer gas. Turns out it’s not true, but anyway, I have two nitro (slang for “beer gas”) tanks and a special regulator.

When I started brewing, I had the fatuous notion I would be able to save money by using my old equipment, including a CO2 regulator that got soaked in a beer flood a long time ago. I replaced the gauges on the CO2 regulator, and it worked, so I got cocky and tried to fix my nitro regulator.

The gauges had bent faces that prevented the needles from going as high as they should. Somehow, I convinced myself they had been bent in an accident, even though they were covered with plastic crystals. In reality, it seems pretty obvious the manufacturer made them that way on purpose, for reasons I can’t even guess at. Why would you not want to know if your pressure is over 30 psi?

I tried to unbend the faces, gave up, and installed new gauges which were a lot nicer. Oil-filled for one thing. I used PTFE tape on the brass threads so the gauges would screw in far enough to seal.

I also decided to use fancy new EVAbarrier tubing and a Kegland Duotight gas disconnect instead of my old tubing and disconnects. In the past, they had leaked. Or something had, anyhow.

After I got the system running, the gas dissipated quickly. There had to be a leak somewhere.

I didn’t know I had a problem at first because I was wrong about how much pressure a full tank should have. There is a fair amount of mythology in the beer world, and people often speak authoritatively and confidently when they are totally wrong. When I tried to find out what my starting pressure should be, I saw people talking about 850 psi, which is reasonable for CO2, not nitro. When I saw my pressure at around 790, I thought I was doing great when I had actually lost over half my gas.

In case anyone wants to know, I asked a guy at American Welding Gas while I was swapping tanks, and he said the real starting pressure is around 1800 psi. It will vary because tank sizes vary slightly, and gas is sold by the pound, not the cubic foot. The pressure will dip maybe 7% when you chill the gas, which will happen even if you put the tank outside your keezer. It’s not significant, so a chilled tank will not read something crazy like 850. It will still be somewhere near 1800.

I actually calculated the pressure drop, so 7% should be a reliable approximation.

I took my tank, regulator, and line and put them in the pool. That’s how frustrated I was. I had sprayed them in the past with a sanitizing solution that bubbles a little, and I hadn’t found problems, so I went nuclear. I found a leak on a Duotight connector between the regulator’s outlet valve and the line to the disconnect. I tightened it, and the bubbles stopped. I figured I was in the clear.

Of course, the pressure kept dropping. That tank is now at around 200 pounds.

I kept telling myself to set a spray bottle aside, fill it with Dawn and water to check leaks, and get the job done right. But when I went out, I would forget. I’d be at the store, ogling the Twinkies and rib eyes, and I’d forget all about my beer gas.

Today I decided to do it without a spray bottle. I put soapy water in a bowl and dribbled it on the gauge threads going into the regulator body. I couldn’t check these in the pool because I couldn’t immerse the regulator. I had great confidence on them, because I had installed the gauge threads with a lot of torque.

The thing about a gauge is that it has to face a certain way, so you don’t tighten it as much as humanly possible. You tighten it until it’s really tight and faces the right way. If you aren’t happy with the tightness, you have to go another 360°, and you may not be able to do it, so you compromise.

I had compromised, and bubbles started popping up where one of the gauges went in.

I have since wrenched the gauge in with extraordinary torque. Sure enough, I couldn’t get a full 360°. I guess I could use a breaker bar. It’s maybe 5° from where it should be. But there are no bubbles now.

Good enough. I was so desperate, I was looking at new regulators. A “Like New” from Amazon is $62, and and new ones run $100. I would have to buy it, remove the crummy outlet valve it comes with, install my new valve, redo the flimsy Duotight connector, and hope for the best. Now I should be able to install my second tank and have beer gas for the next year without a swap. It shows how important it is to seal draft systems. New gas runs $20, and I have to drive to get it.

Incidentally, I think PTFE tape is lame. Pipe dope seems to lubricate a lot better, and I think it seals better, too. I think people are afraid of it because it makes a mess.

The regulator seems to act funny when the pressure gets low. Not sure if that’s normal or not, but at least it should be leak-free until that problem has to be faced.

In other news, I bought a keg-washing device.

Cleaning a beer keg is not all that hard, but it’s not all that easy, either. You have to reach down through a narrow hole with a brush, and you have to keep turning the keg over to empty the suds out. Some of my kegs have holes so small they actually contact my skinny, non-working-out arm all the way around, so when I put my arm in there, it feels like I may not be able to get it out, and then I picture myself driving to the ER with a keg on my arm.

The other problem is that situations will develop that require you to clean several kegs in a couple of days, and that gets unpleasant.

The Kegland company, which seems to make every brewing product now, makes a crazy thing that washes kegs. It has a little pump. You hook it up to your posts, set the keg over a pipe that sticks up in the middle, add hot water and powdered brewery wash (like super Oxi-Clean), and turn it on. It cleans the whole thing while you drink beer.

I bought me one of these things. It arrives today. Good thing, too. I had to clean an empty stout keg yesterday. I have an empty ale keg to clean. I made two beers that have to be dumped due to mashing issues and spoiled hops. I also have a couple of new/used kegs I haven’t cleaned yet.

The product is called a Bucket Blaster, and it will clean anything you can fit over it.

Powdered brewery wash is made by more than one company. The best-known example is PBW, named for obvious reasons. People say Oxi-Clean does the same things but is harder to rinse off. Kegland, of course, makes a product called Meister Clean or something like that, it it is said to be the best. I made my own generic Oxi-Clean, and I’m wondering if adding TSP to it will make it better for beer tools.

As for things I’ve learned about God, I got a strange revelation the other day. It turns out you should refer to God as “my God,” not just “God.” I started doing this, and I felt supernatural energy rushing through me. When you say, “in the name of Jesus Christ,” you’re not getting everything you should. Say, “In the name of my God, Jesus Christ.”

I was freaked out by what happened, so I told my friend Mike over the phone. He felt energy when I said it. It made his hair stand up. That wasn’t me. All I did was say some words.

I believe when you call God “my God,” you assert your standing and authority. You identify yourself with God, so the things you say are backed with his authority and power. A Muslim witch can pray in the name of Jesus Christ. Remember what happened to the seven sons of Sceva? It’s different when you can say Jesus Christ is your God. Same thing applies to Yahweh and the Spirit of Holiness.

Try it. I’m not making it up.

For a long time, while leading Rhodah in prayer, I’ve asked God to help us to love the culture of heaven and hate the culture of hell, which is the dominant culture of Earth. The Kardashian/Cardi B/tattoo-sleeve/boutique weed dispensary/YOLO/Living-Your-Best-Life/dad-breastfeeds-me culture. This is a good prayer, but I didn’t realize how it would feel when God granted it.

These days, I keep telling God, “I hate this place,” referring to Earth. It shows how he granted my request. I look at the news and so on, and I feel so out of place, I can’t describe it. It’s like the feelings I have for Miami, the disgusting city I fled to move here. I really hate Miami. I hate it more every day. I don’t even like to drive south on I-75 to Orlando, because I see “Miami” on signs and know I’m getting closer to it. Miami is full of rude, shallow, malicious, trashy, racist people. So is Earth. No difference. Some areas are nicer, and some are worse, but this planet is a ghetto.

A long time ago, God gave me this sentence: “The whole world is a ghetto.” It’s true. It’s a place dominated by idiots. A place that will never improve. Ghettos never get better unless rich people buy them and move the existing population out. The world will never get better. We are swimming in astounding stupidity and evil right now, and as insane as people have become, they will be a lot worse in 2024.

He also told me the world is a death camp, and he once said the world was like my sister, who seems to me to be a narcissistic, malicious, entitled sociopath. Being around her is unbearable, and being stuck in this world feels pretty similar. You have to be set apart in order to stand it. There has to be substantial buffering.

The sad thing is that I’m right about these things. I questioned myself. I wondered if I was just spoiled, thinking about myself and my desire for a better world instead of thinking about my mission here. No; I’m right. Jesus hated this place, too. When the Bible says God loved the world, it doesn’t mean he wants to live here or that he doesn’t hate a lot of people.

The Bible says that if you love your life, you will lose it.

I enjoy life a great deal, but I still want out of this place. I can’t wait for the rapture. I don’t want to be here when normal Americans in Iowa are performing sex acts in supermarket checkout lines and Satan’s grinning face is all over billboards. I don’t want to be here to see the new Nuremberg laws enacted.

I live in a hard core Christian county, and sometimes I hear filthy rap music while I’m shopping. I mean in the same stores that sneak Christian music into the air during the winter. That’s how corrupted America is.

Two days back, I saw a colossal fool at the grocery wearing a shirt with big letters on the back, saying, “It’s Okay to Be a Slut.” And he was with his woman. I won’t call her his wife. That’s a huge assumption in this case. He was wearing his idiotic shirt in front of children who could read. In my Christian county. How can anyone be that much of a moron? And what, if anything, is going on in the head of the woman? Is she calling herself a slut? If so, she’s probably right.

There is nothing good about being a slut. Sluts go to hell, and they take others with them. They destroy families. They raise doomed children. They murder their own children inside their bodies. They cut themselves. They die single. They make life much harder for decent women. Sluts are evil. Do I actually have to explain this after thousands of years of human history have proven it?

I keep telling God I hate this world, and then I say, “You were right, you were right, you were right, you were right.” I am ready to be extracted from the LZ.

It’s funny, but the first miracle Jesus worked was creating wine for a wedding, and here we are, waiting to be taken away to his wedding.

There are some stupid apocryphal forgeries out there that claim Jesus worked miracles when he was a kid, but the miracle of the wine was first. A couple was marrying in Cana, and they ran out of wine. Jesus had servants fill 6 water pots with water, and he turned it into wine for the celebrants. At least 180 gallons.

The water pots were huge, and they were used to carry water for Jewish baptism. No one seems to understand the significance. Containers symbolize human beings. Jesus compared his doctrine to new wine, and when the disciples received the baptism with the Holy Spirit on Pentecost, people accused them of being full of new wine.

There is astounding symmetry in the supernatural. Jesus started his ministry with a wedding, and he will end this age with a wedding.

And here I am, making beer to celebrate his return. Very odd.

I wish he would come tomorrow. I’m so tired of dealing with boneheads. People who are intelligent but deliberately boneheaded because they want to be their own gods.

Dietrich Bonhoeffer, the famous theologian the Nazis imprisoned and then murdered in order to prevent him from being rescued by the Russians, called this kind of boneheadedness “stupidity.” That’s a misnomer. A truly stupid person can’t determine the truth. Bonhoeffer was describing people who can see the truth right in front of them but refuse to admit it. He said it was a herd thing. We call it peer pressure.

I doubt he knew the Holy Ghost or understood that what he called stupidity was a delusion that comes from demons, ultimately caused by rejection of the Holy Ghost. This is what he was really describing. When the Holy Ghost, who is one with Yeshua, is cast aside, the spirit of antichrist comes in and rules. The spirit of antichrist rules through social pressure. The voice of the crowd. Democracy.

A crowd demanded Saul and rejected Yahweh. A crowd voted to murder Jesus. Crowds of Jews executed the prophets. A crowd turned on Yahweh, who had shown them great miracles, and worshiped a golden calf. Democracy is not a good thing. It came from a people who worshiped fallen spirits.

Many Jews believe in Jesus but refuse to admit it because they are terrified of ostracism, poverty, and even violence. They’re crippled by peer pressure. Jesus requires people to admit their faith before others, so hiding at home and believing in him privately may not save people from hell.

Hitler was elected legitimately. Think about that. People may say his victory was illegitimate because of intimidation, but he got 90% of the votes. The masses chose him. The crowd.

It shouldn’t surprise anyone that Hitler–an antichrist–was elected by Germans, because Germans are extremely confident in the abilities of man, and they have an oppressive culture that pushes people to be part of the herd. They think man has figured out how we should live, and anyone who threatens their social structure is a problem.

The ironic thing about Bonhoeffer is that he was not fully on God’s side. He was not really a man of God. He was actually harmful. He was a leftist, and he was no charismatic. He thought we should study God and figure him out with our little minds. This is pride, and pride is from Satan. Pride is where bad doctrine comes from.

To get back to the point, we are surrounded by people who know they’re wrong but go along with the herd every day, to the point of persecuting people then know are right. The stupid, by Bonhoeffer’s definition. If they were really stupid, they would have some hope, because no one could blame them. As it is, they condemn themselves.

People do stupid things, and instead of looking up to God, or even inward to their common sense, they look around to see if other people approve. How many “likes”? This is what guides them. Imbeciles leading imbeciles.

I dreamed about persecution last night. I dreamed I saw Jesus, walking around able and happy. Then I was taken back in time to see the Romans hurting him. They carved a big piece out of his leg and took it. There was blood all over him. The first Jesus I saw was the post-resurrection Jesus. The second was the Jesus democracy killed.

I also dreamed a crowd of ghetto people were furious at me. They wanted to hurt me, but they didn’t have the guts to attack. I took a huge knife and waved it at them and told them to knock it off. I was on a raised place, like a set of steps, and they were below me, assembled. I had no interest in harming them, but I didn’t want them harming me.

I relieved myself in a sink that belonged to them. It wasn’t malice. I just needed to go. Maybe that makes sense. People who are against God drink from the wrong source, and the Bible shows God likes to make Satan’s shrines public toilets and dumps.

I can’t imagine how happy Jesus is that he doesn’t live here any more. He must thank Yahweh every day.

I guess I’ve written enough. Can’t wait to get those kegs clean.

My little water pots.

Just Let me Brew

My first 6-gallon Megamouth Torpedo ball lock keg is still not here, and I feel like my life cannot continue until it arrives.

Have you ever been in a situation like this? You want or need something, you order it figuring it will arrive in an acceptable amount of time so you won’t lose your mind, and then it keeps being delayed and delayed and delayed.

I ordered two Nukatap beer faucets 17 days ago. Amazon and UPS kept telling me they were coming. They were almost here. “Get ready.” “We really mean it.” They were out for delivery. “Honest.”

Then they weren’t out for delivery any more. They were coming after the weekend. Then they were coming a few days later. Then they didn’t have a date, but they were still sure. They were coming. Of course, I never got them.

I ordered a keg 13 days ago, which is a long time in a world where stuff commonly arrives in three days. I used Morebeer.com, which is usually a pretty good site. For days, they did nothing. I contacted them, and suddenly, the keg was on the way.

All this time, I was losing brewing days. I was afraid I would run out of beer, and I didn’t want to use my existing equipment to brew more. I kept thinking, “It will be here tomorrow. I can wait one more day.”

Then the keg arrived, and it was the wrong size. They sent a new one, and it’s supposed to arrive today. Wonder what size it will be.

Eight days ago, I decided I really wanted three kegs, so I ordered another. I used an Ebay seller who had been okay with earlier buys. As of today, Ebay says the kegs have shipped. Oops; wait. “Shipped” means a shipping label has been printed. The kegs have gone nowhere.

Yesterday I went ahead and made a batch of stout. I used one of my plastic buckets. It will be fine, but a keg is easier to use and clean. It will cool faster when I fill it with hot wort and throw it in the pool. You can’t pitch yeast into wort when it’s hot, so it’s a pain when it takes a long time to cool.

Today, Fedex says Morebeer’s replacement is out for delivery. Am I supposed to believe it?

I have ingredients for a lager. I want to get it going. I really, truly do not want to use a bucket. I want to ferment under pressure, and that means a keg.

Pressure won’t make the beer any better, but it will speed it up. So I’m delaying brewing so I can speed it up. Not sure that makes sense.

I need to learn about pressure brewing because if it works as it should, I plan to make it my default method for lagers. It’s not great for ales because pressure discourages the formation of flavor chemicals that give ales their reason to exist. If I can’t brew under pressure, I can’t learn, so all I get from my next batch is beer.

Back when I wrote the recipe, I called it “Death Hop Lager.” This impressively witty name was intended to reflect the use of a ton of hops. It came in at around 60 IBU’s, which is kind of a lot. Budweiser, which has several similarities to beer, is said to reach about 10.

I am planning to do a version which runs around 43 IBU’s. I think a 60-IBU lager is more of a message or a protest than a beer, although it was very good.

More

The keg finally arrived. Of course, Fedex left it at the end of the driveway, 100 yards away, even though they have the gate code.

Right now, I have a wheat beer and an improved American Lager kegged and chilling. I have a stout which should be ready in 5 days. Because the keg is here, I’m in a position to make the lager I was talking about. Things are settling down. I have three acceptable brews on tap, two more should be ready to drink in no more than two days, a stout should be ready in a week, and a lager should be ready in two to three weeks.

I am almost at the point where I don’t have to be concerned that I’ll have to drink one beer over and over because nothing else is ready and everything else has been consumed or poured down the sink due to brewing problems.

I’m not sure what to call the improved lager. I think I’ll call it “Great Again Lager,” but I’m not sure. The wheat beer is full of esters, so I may call it “Aunt Ester Ale.” I’m considering calling my improved American lager “Yard Boss.” I thought about calling it “Lawn Ranger” and “John Beere,” but those names were taken. As was Mowinbrau. “Mower Low Life” isn’t taken.

Things are coming online. My draft system is becoming stable and reliable. I’m developing a stockpile of beers.

Being impeded is very annoying, but I’m winning, and God is on my side, so everything is fine.

Don’t try to tell me you don’t like “Aunt Ester Wheat Ale.” You know you love it.

God Wants to Give You the Things You Want to Earn

The other day, I dreamed I was at Thanksgiving dinner with my mother’s relatives, and they were hunched over their plates, bolting their food like starving hogs (even though they were fat) and blocking other people’s access to it. I saw this dream as God’s comment on the church. We go to satisfy ourselves, and we think very little about giving and helping.

Last night, my wife dreamed she brought food to her family, and she tried to put a plate together so she could give her dad his favorite dish. Her relatives swarmed the food and took it all so she couldn’t bring him anything.

Seems like our dreams are pretty similar. Relatives are fellow Christians because the church is supposed to be, literally, a family. Churches teach selfishness, and it comes from good authority, because so many preachers are selfish. They know the material.

She also dreamed she saw a man with a knife preparing to go into a church and kill people. She went in to warn them, and he attacked her instead. A man appeared and gave her a smooth stone. She threw it at the attacker, and it slammed into his forehead. A little man grew out of the wound and started choking the attacker. He represented the power of God.

The armed man is Satan, spewing his tasty but toxic doctrine, and Rhodah represented herself, warning people. The man with the stone must have been an angel. The smoothness of the stone represents the way we are polished and refined by the flow of the Holy Ghost and tongues. A smooth stone will fly truer than a stone that has peaks and flats.

When you try to curse people God has anointed, the curse goes back to you. The man with the knife tried to silence Rhodah, so God silenced him.

Both of us are rejected by preachers. Why? Because we expose grifters and proud ignoramuses, if you want to get down to the root of it. They preach whatever it takes to bring themselves money, financial security, power, and admiration. People who expose them and tell people what God actually wants us to have threaten their rackets.

We have been taught that God loves everyone, but that’s not in the Bible, and it’s not true. God hates some people. If you want God to hate you, be a hypocrite and a leech. It will be a good start. Starve his children of real food and feed them poison.

Sometimes I think there are so many preachers in hell, it’s hard for a whore or a murderer to find a place to stay.

Christians who say God loves everyone only have one verse to point to: “For God so loved the world…” But that’s very general. There are lots of verses in which God says he hates certain types of people. Is the Bible true or not?

The tribulation is described in the Bible as the day of God’s anger. A lot of people will still be here, unraptured. Their suffering will be unprecedented, and it will come from God’s anger. That’s not a sign of intense affection.

God has favorites. That’s what “favor” means. There is a privileged class among human beings, which is why leftists, who take talking points from their father Satan, are trying to shame people over what they see as privilege.

Doesn’t God love everyone equally? Doesn’t look that way. Speaking of Israel’s destruction, God told Ezekiel that if Noah, Daniel, and Job were there, they would deliver only themselves by their righteousness. He didn’t mention big names you would expect, like Moses or David. The Bible calls John the disciple Jesus loved, and the others didn’t get the same treatment.

In Matthew 7, Jesus tells nominal Christians he never knew them as he sends them to the outer darkness. He addresses people who claim they have prophesied, cast out demons, and done many wonderful works. Sounds like preachers to me.

It’s funny how much evil has been done because of a desire for security. We struggle to amass wealth because we equate it with power and safety; we see wealth as a sort of godhood. We try to get jobs with guaranteed security. We invest in things we call “securities” which have guaranteed interest rates.

I know human nature and preachers well enough to assure you that most preachers are very concerned about security. The Catholics provide their priests with everything, and guess who made that their policy? Priests. Preachers in other denominations work the crowds, accumulating money to stash away and invest, or just to spend on things like orange mansions, plastic surgery, tacky $9000 shoes, and sluts. They teach people the false doctrine of tithing, because it obligates people to give them regular payments.

We have this idea that we can stabilize ourselves with wealth. We can cement ourselves in place so nothing can touch us. It’s an illusion. Elon Musk could lose everything in a week. The tech era’s history is full of people who went from billionaire status to working every day to feed themselves. Social Security can fail. Tenure can be revoked. Companies that provide annuities can vanish due to mismanagement. Pensions can be stolen. Even if your financial blessings don’t disappear, things can happen to you that make them worthless to you. A billionaire can have an accident that leaves him paralyzed from the neck down.

Everyone wants a rock to stand on, but the only rock is God.

The world teaches us to give little and work hard to accumulate more. It says we can store up so much money, nothing will be able to harm us. Christianity is different. A Christian knows he has to give, and it can’t be a rare thing. He has to have a lifestyle of giving. You don’t say, “I’ll give Uncle Ernie 50 more dollars, and then I won’t have to give him anything any more.” You give to Uncle Ernie, and then you keep your knees bent and look around for the next person God wants you to help. You don’t glue yourself down and say you’ve given enough. You’re supposed to be a river, and rivers keep flowing.

Most preachers are preparing for old age the world’s way. They think if they have enough Social Security money and retirement savings, they’ll be able to live in a nice place and have nice people change their diapers. They want sources of wealth that come from worldly sources, with worldly guarantees. They don’t want to keep trusting God because they haven’t developed the habit.

God showed me we are afraid of 4 things: giving, believing, loving, and lack.

When Jesus gave the loaves and fishes, he wasn’t afraid of any of these things. He was not worried that giving would lead to bad consequences. He wasn’t afraid to love the people he fed, even though most of them turned on him later. He wasn’t afraid he and the disciples would go hungry if they shared. He wasn’t afraid to believe God would supply more.

When he gave, on one occasion, he got 12 full baskets of food back. One for each disciple, as I saw Mark Hemans point out. He had much more than he would have had, had he held onto what he started with.

Actually, the disciples did the giving. He just told them to do it.

He didn’t bury the food in a hole. He didn’t trade it for gold and hide it. He didn’t give it to the Roman government so they could send him Social Security payments later.

If you get used to giving and believing and loving as a lifestyle, God will look after you. But what happens to a preacher who teaches lies to get money, proving he has no faith in God’s generosity?

I got a funny revelation today. For a long time, I’ve been trying to get God to communicate more clearly with me. When I’ve felt his presence fall on me, I’ve asked him what I can do for him or what he wants to do through me, hoping he will help me hear him. Today, I realized the right thing is to ask God what he can do for me.

It sounds selfish, but the truth is that I can’t do anything for God. All success and power come from him, not me. Many people think it pleases God when they say things like, “Just give me this much, and I won’t ask for more.” I believe it pleases him when you say, “Please give me more and more and more.” After all, Jesus said we have not because we ask not.

Satan and his children aren’t shy about taking as much as possible from us, so presumably God is happy to give us a great deal. Deliverance. Revelation. Healing. Protection. Wealth. Families.

If you’re a person who can’t be cursed, then good things can’t hurt you. I remember saying there was nothing wrong with alcohol. There are entire peoples who don’t have serious issues with it. The problem is the person and his demons. Wealth is the same way. Some people can’t be hurt by billions of dollars. Others can take a hundred-dollar bill and destroy themselves in an hour. I know a person like that. If you give her anything, she uses it to torture you and destroy herself.

The other day I saw a celebrity bragging that she wasn’t leaving her kids anything. She said she and her husband were going to spend it all. She said she didn’t want money to ruin them.

What an imbecile. If money is a curse to her kids, they are already ruined whether they have it or not, because they are cursed. There is something seriously wrong with them. If her kids aren’t cursed, then all the money in the world can’t harm them, but it can be a blessing to them.

She is confessing she believes her children are weak, selfish, immature, and stupid. She’s saying she and her husband didn’t do their jobs.

Wealth does not corrupt people. It’s beneficial and harmless. Corrupt people destroy themselves when they get wealth.

Drugs are the same way. I’ve had access to things like Vicodin, Dilaudid, morphine, and codeine syrup. I never became addicted or had much interest in it. I never raided a stash, got hooked, and started buying Fleet enemas because opioids made it impossible for me to relieve myself. Many people can’t be in a house with opioids or even cans of spray paint. Is morphine bad? Is Dilaudid bad? Of course not. The effect depends on the person and his demons.

Inheritance is the difference between savages and developed nations. Savages don’t learn to write, so they can’t pass information down to their descendants, and their descendants end up just as weak and stupid as they are. They don’t accumulate wealth and pass it on. They don’t record and share what they’ve learned about God. They learn nothing about medicine. Lack of inheritance is why the population of the pre-Columbian Americas went nowhere while Europe and Asia filled up. When you build up information and wealth, your food supply goes up, and life expectancies increase.

If you don’t give to your children, they have to re-do and re-learn everything you did and learned. There is no progress. Nothing is built. Your family becomes like a family of rats or squirrels or ants. Go forward or back 10 generations, and they look exactly the same. A family of human beings is supposed to improve with each generation.

I want whatever God is willing to give me, and everything he gives me is an inheritance, which is why the volumes of the Bible are called “testaments.” I want the maximum. Health, protection, revelation, correction, knowledge, commands, love, faith, joy, power, and even money. Just shovel it over here. Make me a person who can’t be cursed, and then give me everything you want to give.

God is generous, and he is better than an IRA. We just don’t know it because no one teaches that giving and receiving are two sides of the same coin. So are doing harm and suffering adversity.

Satan is very generous with curses, so why shouldn’t God be generous with blessings?

I’m really disgusted with what has happened to Christendom. Theologically, we’re a nation of savages. We didn’t preserve what the early church knew. We didn’t inherit knowledge that would have made our lives easy. We went right back to the Greek excrement that was taught all over the Western World. The failed wisdom of pantheists, sodomites, and crowd-worshiping democrats. We are not as well off as we were 2100 years ago. That’s disgraceful.

Things we Should Have Figured Out by 2023

More remarkable than the fact I got married at all is the nature of our marriage.

Rhodah keeps getting revelation with or without me, and her positions on things change all the time. She doesn’t rely on me to drag her through life. I’ve told her a few things, but God teaches her when I’m not around.

I wrote about a friend of mine. He married a childish, emotional, selfish, dangerous woman, and now there is a restraining order, and he says he just found a bottle of fentanyl in his closet, waiting for the police to come find it. For as long as I have known him, he has had to treat his wife like a child, cajoling, humoring, negotiating, and so on. It wasn’t enough.

A lot of people have mates they have to drag like manure wagons with broken axles. Their mates never get on their feet and start walking for themselves. They continue making their spouses miserable because that’s what Satan sent them to do.

Last night, Rhodah had a dream. She was in a little European church, about to be married. She wasn’t marrying me, however. She was about to marry Jesus!

That’s sobering, but I can’t complain. It shows she belongs to him, not me. No matter how happy our marriage is, she’s only partly mine, and that only while we live here on Earth.

She doesn’t have Facebook or Twitter, but she posts Whatsapp statuses. In foreign countries, people actually read those. She keeps posting about the errors of the money gospel and the preacher-worship gospel. Both are big problems in Africa. I don’t have to prompt her. She does it on her own, providing scriptural references that are right on target.

If you’re thinking of getting married, please think first. Do your best to get God to choose your mate. Marrying the wrong person is worse than getting cancer.

In other news, I have new beer taps. When I got started building my keezer, I thought I should go all-out and get the best taps I could find. I researched, and it looked like Perlick flow control taps were best. They have little levers on them to restrict flow, and this makes the pouring process shake less CO2 out of the beer. If you agitate beer too much, you end up with a mile of head but no carbonation in the body of the beer. It’s a huge problem.

After I spent like a hundred bucks on these things, which would have been worse had I not received a free one due to an error, I learned the flow control mechanism makes beer turbulent, so in a way, it’s self-defeating. I had problems getting beer to pour well.

Eventually, I learned about Kegland plastic flow control disconnects. These are fittings that connect beer tubing to kegs. They have valves inside them, and you can adjust the flow restriction right on top of the keg, far from the faucet, without making the beer too turbulent.

I also found out about Kegland Nukatap faucets. They don’t have flow control, but if you have the disconnects, you don’t need flow control faucets.

I ordered Nukataps a long time ago, and UPS lost them. I keep having shipping problems. The enemy is interfering with my homebrewing, which seems ridiculous. If anyone should be in favor of homebrewing, you would think it would be Satan. My second order got here today, and once I got them installed, I poured this wheat beer.

That’s about as good as it gets. Wheat beer tends to produce a lot of foam no matter what you do, so you shouldn’t hope for a little two-finger head. This beer had a manageable head and plenty of fizz. I am sold.

The beer has some hop issues, but I have another wheat beer in the keg waiting to replace it.

I ordered myself a couple more faucets, and I already have more flow control disconnects installed. When the faucets get here, I’ll have 4 Nukataps with flow control disconnects plust one stout faucet which doesn’t need flow control.

I’m no expert, but I would encourage anyone who is trying to deal with beer lines to look into my solution.

The alternative is to do a lot of math and try to figure out exactly how long each beer line has to be. This is called “line balancing.” The longer a beer line gets, the less the beer will foam in the glass, so you try to make lines long enough to end your problems.
This is a chump solution, or so it seems to me. You end up with lines as long as 11 feet, coiled up in your keezer, in the way. If my disconnects and faucets keep working the way they are now, I’ll be able to make the beer lines any length I want. I’ll be able to make them long enough to make them convenient to handle without having loops of tubing all over the place causing trouble.

If you choose a one-size-fits-all length for your lines, you can have problems when you adjust pressure up and down for different beers, and I’m sure there will also be problems with beers that are naturally foamy.

It just seems stupid to ignore the latest technology when it’s right there in front of me.

Some brewers would argue. Brewers are vulnerable to old wives’ tales and outdated theories. A great deal has changed since I quit in around ’07, and there have been substantial changes even during the last three years. If you don’t keep up, you make a fool of yourself and waste a lot of money. Then suddenly you’re that crotchety guy on the forum who thinks it’s stupid to send email when the good old US Postal Service is at our beck and call. The guy who didn’t have a cell phone until his children brought him one in 2015.

I’m also having shipping problems with kegs. I decided to buy three stainless 6-gallon kegs for fermentation.

You can ferment beautifully in a plastic pail as long as you don’t care about fermenting under pressure. You can ferment beautifully in a stainless keg and have all the pressure you want. Neither solution will give you a conical bottom.

A conical bottom concentrates all the junk that falls during fermentation. It puts it in one little place, and supposedly, this can improve your beer, because the more contact your beer has with old yeast and hops, the more likely it is to take on flavors you don’t want. Also, a conical bottom may result in less junk being transferred to your serving keg when fermentation is over.

Okay; I don’t care about conical bottoms. For a bazillion years, people have made perfect beer in containers with flat bottoms, so exposure to trub is apparently not very important. As for avoiding sucking trub into serving kegs, they have a new gadget that helps.

A homebrew keg sucks beer from the bottom using a long stainless tube. If you want, you can get rid of the tube and replace it with plastic tubing with a float on one end. The float makes the system pull beer from the top of the keg where it’s cleanest. You can ferment in, and serve from, kegs with floats. One reduces the crud that goes into the serving keg, and the other reduces the crud that goes into your glass.

Put it all together, and to me, it says you don’t need a conical fermenter. That’s good, because a decent one runs $1500. Oh, sure. They say they sell them for $600. Try using one without the $900 worth of additional “accessories” they offer after you click the “Add to Cart” button.

Nobody in his right mind would buy several $1500 fermenters, and no good brewer is going to be satisfied with fewer that 4 fermenters. If you only have one fermenter, you can only make one batch of beer every two weeks, and that means you and your friends will empty one keg after another before you fill new ones. No real brewer is satisfied with a one-keg life.

My plan is to ferment in kegs by default. They work for every beer. I’ll go to buckets or my All Rounder when I run out of kegs. If I really want to ferment under pressure, I’ll do it in a keg.

The All Rounder is really not that useful because I can’t pour hot wort into it without ruining it. Chilling wort is a real hassle, and because I have a swimming pool, it’s unnecessary. I don’t want to get into it. There is no reason to right now. If I don’t put wort-chilling equipment together, the All Rounder will not see any use.

Of course, the 6-gallon keg I ordered a long time ago turned out to be a 5-gallon keg when it arrived, and it was very late. I should have had it days ago, and had it been here, I would have a new stout fermenting. It’s amazing how many brewing-related things have arrived late or failed to arrive at all. Supposedly, a 6-gallon keg will be here tomorrow. Even if it’s not, I can do a stout in a bucket. The weak point of a bucket is that it’s not that easy to move beer out of it without exposing it to air, but I figured out a way to do it with nothing but CO2, so unless I need pressure, a bucket will work as well as anything.

So to recap, I think Nukatap faucets with short beer lines and Kegland flow control disconnects make the best system. I believe kegs are the best fermenting vessels under $1500 except for people who enjoy the hassle of wort chilling. I think buckets make fine fermenters for everything that isn’t pressure-fermented.

I believe it’s time to see if my second Nukatap does my latest lager justice.

Know What You’re Sleeping With

One great thing about being female these days is that you can deflect just about any criticism of your gender, truthful and valuable though it may be, by claiming it’s sexist. Unfortunately, however, there are faults which are especially common among women, and it is profitable to know what they are. It’s very profitable for women, because one fault women commonly have is that they dislike other women and try to ruin them.

Yeah, I said it.

Here are two other faults common to women: they are much more vindictive than men, and they tend to take revenge through dishonesty or subterfuge. People get mad at me when I say these things, but they’re true.

It’s amazing how rarely women forgive. Often, when a woman says she forgives, she really means she has decided to be quiet about your sin until the next time she needs to bring it up in order to control you. Right now, a friend of a friend is being tormented by his forgiving wife for an affair he had decades ago. He woke up one day, recently, and found out over $80,000 was gone from his business’s bank account. A divorce is in the works. His grown kids will not talk to him. Real forgiveness is permanent. You’re not allowed to put the paddles on it and bring it back to life when it’s convenient.

People who don’t really forgive go to hell, even if they go to church, pray, give to the poor, and make cookies for the homeless. Hell is full of Christians. It’s full of women who only pretended to forgive other people.

Today, one of my best friends looked in his closet, and guess what he found in the suit he wore to his marriage rededication celebration? A bottle of fentanyl pills.

It is painful to refer to the woman who (presumably) did this to him as his wife, but that’s what she is. The divorce is not final.

According to my friend, she is not permitted to have contact with him or the children. That’s a good thing, because he says she went to the house a while back, tried to get him to fight her, beat herself up in front of their kids, and then called the police in order to have him arrested for DV. Of course, the kids told the cops what happened. It’s amazing she would be so dumb.

He says she has tried to convince the police he sells fentanyl. It looks like he found the proof she planned to give them.

He flushed the pills down the toilet, he says, and he did not take pictures. Too bad. He was scared because he had touched the bottle. He was afraid fentanyl would poison him through his skin. I guess he wanted the bottle and the contents far from his children.

If you get enough fentanyl on your skin and you leave it on long enough, it can kill you in a hurry. What kind of person puts fentanyl where her children can get it?

He showed me a handwritten list he said she had made. Poisons. This one and that one. Dosage. Effects. How long they took to kill. How much suffering they caused.

He was discouraged today. I told him he should be glad. God showed him a bomb that was waiting to blow up and ruin his family. He looked out for my friend and defeated his wife.

I said he should search the whole house.

She’s not going to get anywhere with a bottle of fentanyl. It wouldn’t have his prints on it. There would be no way to connect it with a dealer. There are no customers. There is no evidence of unreported income. There is no cash in mattresses. What there is is a crazy ex-wife who has already been caught lying to the police. Allegedly.

He says the cops have asked his kids about drugs before, because of his wife’s accusations. They asked if people were coming and going, the way they would if he were selling drugs. The kids said they hadn’t seen anyone like that. Allegedly.

In the state where he lives, merely having fentanyl in your house doesn’t make you guilty of selling drugs. The state has to provide evidence you knew it was there and intended to sell it. That will be hard to prove when the possessor is a family man with no drug history, no clientele, and a wife who makes lists of poisons and beats herself up for the police. And if drugs turn up in locations that are obviously hiding places, it will make it harder to prove he knew they were there. If I were selling fentanyl, I would keep it on top of the toilet, and I would flush it at the first sign of trouble. I would never hide it.

I could have a ton of fentanyl on my property right now. How would I know?

The cops found dope growing on the grounds of a courthouse where my grandfather was a judge. They didn’t arrest the courthouse employees.

So what about the wife, buying fentanyl, possessing it, and planting it? If the suspicions are correct, she has a lot to answer for. I told him if he found any more drugs, he should have the containers fingerprinted.

Gentlemen, if the lady you want to marry lies about other people and does sneaky things to them, she will, and probably is, doing the same things to you. If not, she will as soon as things stop going her way. A word to the wise. In order to find out what someone is capable of, look at the way they treat people they hate or don’t care about. You may become such a person one day.

Only God can find you a good woman. If you chose one yourself, you took a huge chance.

Never Get Between a Hog and his Slop

Coronavirus is like political correctness. It’s a filthy enemy that waits till you think it’s dead and then starts to squirm again.

Something like three weeks ago, I started to feel a little off. I thought it was because I needed sleep, but within a couple of days I had chills, and then I had something like a mild cold. Then my sense of smell vanished for a day or two. I also had problems with my sense of taste.

I’ve been brewing beer since early January, so I am very excited about getting new beers in the can. Well, the keezer. I need to taste and smell things all the time. It was frustrating when I couldn’t smell beer and when perfectly good beer tasted like club soda with soap and hops added.

The problem went away, but I think it came back. A couple of days ago, I tried my latest beer, and it wasn’t good at all. It didn’t taste like it was oxidized or infected with exotic organisms. Those are the problems most failed beers have. The hops tasted metallic, and the malt tasted like horehound.

I also tried a new factory beer. It’s a Kolsch-style ale. Kolsch is a German ale style which supposedly tastes a great deal like lager. Brewing lagers, at least the old way, takes more time and effort than brewing ales, so if there is a beer style out there that will get me lager taste with ale effort, I want to know about it.

I poured this stuff into a glass, and the head disappeared right away. That’s not a great sign. It was extremely clear and light in color. I tasted it, and it was sort of like a combination of Miller and ginger ale or Sprite. Pretty bad.

I gave up on it and poured it down the sink. I got myself a glass of my own stout, which is magnificent.

The stout was only okay. It seemed more sour and bitter than it should have been. I wondered if I had somehow infected it with bacteria.

Last night, I decided to try an Old Rasputin imperial stout in order to see if my senses were working. I think this beer has no flaws. It could not be much better. If I tasted anything funny, the problem had to be with me.

Sure enough, the bitterness and acidity seemed high. The beer was only pretty good, and for Old Rasputin, that’s a disastrous performance.

I guess something is still playing around in my head, changing the way things taste.

I’m strong. My nose isn’t running. I don’t have a fever. My throat is fine. My bones don’t hurt. But I’m afraid to drink beer because I may find out it tastes bad, and then I’ll end up throwing out beer I’ve worked and spent to make. I’m also unable to get my hair cut, because I don’t want to make the barber sick. I’m starting to look like Phil Spector.

I suppose coronavirus must come and go until it disappears entirely. I don’t remember being warned about that.

In other news, the cousin I baptized sent me a photo of what looked like the roof of a church. Her text said, “I’m at Asbury.”

I figured Asbury was a church near her. I was glad to see she was together with believers. Then the next day, I saw a news story about the Asbury revival.

Asbury is the name of a Christian college in Kentucky. It’s an easy drive for my cousin. People say the Holy Ghost is falling on them, and the usual worship and joy are filling the place.

What are my feelings about it? I see both good and bad things about it.

First, it’s great whenever there’s a real revival. I hope this is one. Second, I think Christians will make too much of it and use it to feed the delusion that revival is going to sweep the world. It’s not going to. It did that already during the 20th century, and the world said it wasn’t interested.

I think it’s helpful to write about the Pensacola revival, which is known officially as the Pensacola Outpouring and the Brownsville Revival. A big charismatic revival took place near Pensacola between 1995 and 2000. People spoke in tongues. The usual things happened. Now it’s sort of like Woodstock for Christians. Old hippies are perversely proud they debased themselves at Woodstock, and many who weren’t there lie and say they were. Call it stolen degradation. Christians who visited Pensacola like to talk about it.

The Outpouring may have done a lot of good. Surely it must have. But there were excesses, and disgraceful characters like Todd Bentley showed up and used it to glorify themselves and turn people away from Jesus.

People think the Outpouring was a big deal, but was it?

Paul went from Israel to Italy on foot, evangelizing as he went. Some think he made it to Spain. He and a few friends turned entire nations to charismatic Christianity. Look at the cities of the seven churches of the Revelation. Were they in Israel? No, they were in Turkey, in places where demon worship had been dominant. All, or nearly all, of Europe became Christian because a few people passed through and did healings and so on.

What happened after Pensacola? NOTHING. Oh, sure, it’s probably true that a few thousand people were changed. But America was a nation of more than 300 million people, and overall, we paid no attention. Canada wasn’t transformed. Neither was Mexico. Neither was most of Florida. Not even Pensacola.

These days, revival is like a case of coronavirus that hits someone who has been vaccinated twice and infected three times. It flares up and burns out fast.

My prediction is that what’s happening in Asbury will do a small number of people a lot of good, and then life will go on as usual.

We have become like Catholics. They get very excited whenever a Catholic claims to have been healed. They ignore it when thousands of Protestants get healed, but if a spirit claiming to be Mary appears to a goatherd standing in a creek in Albania and his bunions go away, they build a shrine and start flocking to the place to buy creek water.

We have become like Jews. In the time of Jesus, they had no prophets and had not had one in 400 years. Not one they accepted, I mean. They had John the Baptist. They couldn’t get a miracle to save their lives. But they knew an angel occasionally troubled the waters of the pool of Bethesda, and whoever got into the water first after a visit got healed. So the pool became a destination for medical tourists. They lay around it hoping to beat each other into the water.

Miracle healings are commonplace, and so is prophecy. The Holy Spirit does amazing things for people every day. Jesus appears to people. It’s crazy to think an isolated event that helps almost no one is a good sign or in any way normal.

What’s happening at Asbury, if it really is happening, should be happening every day where there are Christians. Churches should always be full of people singing and praying in tongues and working miracles. Instead of being excited about one little revival, we should be sobered by it. We should realize that if God manifests himself to thousands of people and no wave of conversions follows, we are close to the end, because it proves we have rejected him. We have rejected Yahwah, Yeshua, and the Holy Spirit. God has no one left to send.

Thank goodness the Holy Spirit didn’t come as a man. We would be trying to kill him.

There was an outpouring at Azusa street over a century ago, and it spread all over the world. That does not happen any more. People need to wake up and see the obvious.

I had a dream this morning, and I didn’t think it was related to the revival, but maybe it was.

It was Thanksgiving day. I was with my family, meaning my mother’s relatives. We were having dinner. At first, it was just the actual family, but as the dream progressed, something like 75 people appeared in the room.

My relatives were sitting at tables, and the food was on the tables. That’s not how you serve dinner to a big group. You put the food on tables, and you seat the people at other tables. That way, everyone can get to the food. In the dream, the food was in the middle of the tables where my relatives were sitting, so they made it hard for anyone else to get any.

They were hunched over their plates like hogs or dogs, shoveling the food in and thinking only of themselves. They looked straight down at their food. They didn’t talk. Most of my relatives are only interested in getting whatever they can for themselves, and I can’t think of anything much they have done for the poor, so this made sense to me. But I don’t think it was just about my relatives. I think it was about all the people who are supposedly my brothers and sisters in Christ.

I complained because they weren’t putting the food on tables where other people could get at it.

I decided to try to get something for myself. I saw a buffet table that had been set up, and a friendly bearded man in a chef’s toque was serving. He seemed to be Australian. He asked me if I wanted mashed potatoes. I wasn’t all that interested, but then I remembered that mashed potatoes were customary on Thanksgiving, so I said I wanted some. He gave me a huge plate with a giant mound of potatoes on it, and he hid big pieces of turkey in it. Entire legs.

While I was going around looking for other food, I must have put the plate down, because one of my relatives stole it.

Given the way the distribution of my grandparents’ wealth has gone, this is not surprising, either.

I saw some ladies who had sort of a booth where they were giving away candy. As I walked by, I grabbed three packages of peppermints without asking and ate one. I felt like I was stealing, but the candy was free.

I sat down next to my aunt. This is the lady who had a delusional fit the other day because I complained about the way she mishandles family property and money. She accused me of living alone in poverty, but a recent real estate transaction made it necessary for me to inform a title agent I was married, so I guess now she has to live with the knowledge that I have a wonderful young wife. And I am not poor.

Anyway, she looked up from the food and said, “Isn’t this wonderful?” I said it was not, and I pointed out the obvious problems. She got very angry. She said she should know better than to ask me or my cousin Russ about things because we were always so negative.

My aunt is like an Asian. Appearance is everything. Admiration is everything. The truth is a threat that has to be kept out.

Maybe the dream was about the stunted revivals we have now. People who are supposed to be brothers and sisters show up to get whatever they can from God, they take things other people are supposed to receive, they reject and abuse anyone who points out the truth, and the revivals die like young tumors eating big doses of chemotherapy drugs.

I felt like I was starving when I woke up. I felt exactly the way you would feel if you showed up for Thanksgiving dinner and found out your relatives ate or hid every last scrap of food.

I told Rhodah. She said I should get a big, fat McDonald’s breakfast. So I did!

I think the Australian guy and the candy lady were angels. God uses angels to give us way more than we need, and then people do their best to steal it.

All sorts of suppressive spirits have been after me since before I was born. Some–probably the most effective ones–worked through relatives. My sister used to torture me while I was lying in my crib. She didn’t want my parents to bring me home from the hospital. When we got older, and there were big meals at my grandparents’ house, she always tried to make me sit at the kids’ table. I would go in and shove a chair in with the adults and the rest of the older children. When I was in my forties, it still infuriated her whenever I rode in the front seat of a car! That’s how crazy she is.

We all have enemies, and we all have friends. Some are natural, and some are supernatural.

My sister ended up getting a lot of what she wanted me to have. She got disinherited. She got lung cancer. She lost her law license. She lost the house she lived in. She was convicted of a felony. She will never have a husband or a baby. No one, not even other people who are close to Satan, can stand her. She can’t have friends. Only temporary hosts.

There are people who can only be cursed, and there are people who can only be blessed. If you’re the first kind, and you try to harm the second kind, the curses go back to you, multiplied, and they turn out to be great blessings to the people you tried to hurt.

Jesus told us to be good to our enemies. He said we would pile burning coals on their heads. That’s because they can’t be blessed. Every blessing you try to send a person like that comes back to you, and it turns out to be a curse to them because of what they do with it.

You can see this principle in the instructions he gave the disciples. He said:

And into whatsoever house ye enter, first say, Peace be to this house.
And if the son of peace be there, your peace shall rest upon it: if not, it shall turn to you again.

“Peace” is a bad translation. It’s a general term referring to a state of blessing.

What happens to the man who doesn’t receive your blessings? Here is what Jesus said about cities that wouldn’t receive blessings:

And whosoever shall not receive you, nor hear your words, when ye depart out of that house or city, shake off the dust of your feet.
Verily I say unto you, It shall be more tolerable for the land of Sodom and Gomorrha in the day of judgment, than for that city.

He meant that. There will be punishment.

This is one reason it’s important to pray for your enemies. You’re really praying for yourself.

I guess I sound like I’m not in favor of revival. That’s not true. I’m not in favor of mistaking small, fleeting revivals for important movements that indicate the world is going to be saved. It is not. The Bible is very clear about this, and so is the Holy Spirit, who wrote the Bible.

And Rape

The run-up to the rapture is proceeding faster than I expected. I guess I’ll be saying that several times a year until Jesus calls us. No matter what I expect, I’m always getting surprises.

I took a quick look at Fox News today and learned the following fact: A SCHOOL DISTRICT IS NOW TEACHING CHILDREN HOW TO MAKE AND SEND CHILD PORNOGRAPHY.

I put that in capitals, figuring it was the one thing anyone glancing at my site really needed to read.

A parent named Jay McDonald, who is an actual male who never had to have breasts removed, stood at a school board meeting in Anchorage and read from a book called Let’s Talk About it — The Teen’s Guide to Sex, Relationships, and Being a Human.

Could any title be more asinine? Leftists who are obsessed with sexual aberration are now proclaiming themselves experts on relationships and being a human? Even if the authors are experts on sex, which is surely not true, no intelligent person would go to a self-anointed sex expert for relationship advice, and there is a lot more to life as a human being than sex.

McDonald had the right to read the material. I should point that out. He had been recognized by the board. He didn’t crash through the doors in a pickup with Confederate flags mounted on the bed.

The book tells kids the Internet is a safe place to meet other people in order to learn about sex, and it tells them how to send each other pornographic photos of themselves.

Here’s something he read: “There’s nothing wrong with enjoying some porn, it’s a fun sugary treat. When consumed right, porn can help you discover new aspects of your sexuality.”

Obviously, this is not a viewpoint a school should be presenting to anyone, let alone children. Most Americans, Christian or not, belong to religions which holds that pornography is evil and harmful. Schools should not be giving kids books that tell them, flat-out, that their religions are wrong.

On top of that, it’s bad advice, even for atheists. Pornography is a real problem. Many people who appear in pornography are poor and desperate. Many are addicts. A lot of pornography is produced by human traffickers. Pornography degrades women and encourages boys and men to think of them as objects, like back scratchers or massage chairs, that are supposed to be used for physical pleasure and then ignored. Pornography addicts people. There are many, many people in the US who are so addicted they end up seeking treatment, and this is a problem that afflicts atheists and pagans, not just members of mainstream religions.

Even if pornography were not harmful, it would be wrong to promote it to minors. That’s exactly what Anchorage schools are doing. What else are they promoting? Cigarettes? Liquor? I’ll bet they’re not encouraging kids to use firearms.

Here’s another horrifying passage:

A great place to research fantasies and kinks safely is on the internet. There’s tons of people and communities out there who share your interests and have all kinds of advice.

So children are supposed to join internet forums and chat rooms and talk to perverts. And it’s safe?

My last pastor is on a fun website for adults who like to share their sexual interests with kids. It’s called the FDLE Sexual Offender and Predator System.

As I told my wife today, if you want to rape and murder a little boy and bury his body in a field, the Internet is the customary place to start. It’s the best possible place to find victims. This is why we keep seeing stories about men who were convicted of crimes after Internet chats with policemen posing as children. I can’t believe I have to point this out. Hasn’t any one heard of To Catch a Predator?

If you want to rape children, and you don’t know how to use the Internet, what, exactly, are you supposed to do? Drive around in a van waving chocolate bars? That’s not how it’s done in 2023. It’s done through chats and forums.

“Kinks” are not harmless. They are mental illnesses which are often caused by demons. It’s not acceptable to promote them to children. Even if this were not the case, children should not be investigating them online with the help of adults. How can any school official not know this?

The book encourages kids to make child pornography and send it to other kids. So children should send other children material, which, if viewed by adults, would ground felony convictions. In its treatment of child pornography, it says, “So before you start sending your naughty masterpieces around the world, take some time to get friendly with photo editing, software and apps.” Don’t just make images people you know will keep and use to humiliate you forever; use technology to make sure you do a nice, professional job.

The school board illegally forced Mr. McDonald to stop speaking. To understand how insane that is, in your mind, project this event back to 1950 and imagine what would have happened. Anyone on the panel who tried to shut down a citizen exposing this book might have been beaten by the others. And that would probably have been a good thing.

The school board panel should have been outraged to learn that this book existed, let alone that they were providing it to children. They should have begged Mr. McDonald to forgive them. They should have pledged to remove every copy from their libraries, discard it, and give the same treatment to similar books. They should have promised to identify and fire every employee involved in approving the book and to provide their names to news outlets.

Evil can’t get much worse than this. In order to make things any worse, they would pretty much have to have classes where they put kids in front of computers and have them visit pervert forums.

So what else will God tolerate before he puts an end to this age and calls his children away? How much worse will he allow things to get before he gives up on evangelism and removes the Holy Spirit from the world? Not much worse, I hope. Humanity has proven conclusively that it will always reject God in the end. Before Jesus, men rejected Yahweh. Then men rejected Jesus. Jesus left and sent the Holy Spirit. Humanity saw signs and wonders. God gave us a big Holy Spirit revival during the last century. Humanity wasn’t interested. But mankind is very interested in sexual perversion, to the point where anyone who has a religious objection to advancing the cause of perversion risks being treated like a Nazi.

One of the strangest and most important things God has shown me is the importance of giving up on people. God has tremendous patience, and he expects us to have patience, too, but he also requires us to quit when the time comes. He gave up on the world and flooded it. He gave up on Sodom and Gomorrah and burned them. He gave up on the Canaanite cities and told the Hebrews to kill even the old people and babies. He gave up on the Jews and decided to kill them, but Moses interceded. About 2000 years ago, he gave up on the temple, Jerusalem, and the nation of Israel, at least for a time. God is not going to wrestle forever with a human race that spits on his gifts and abuses his children. He has proven, and stated, that his patience has limits. In both Testaments, he has commanded human beings not to go too far with patience.

My wife wants to have kids. Right out of the starting gate, we know we can’t send them to public school. In America. The nation that has done more evangelism than any other. How are we supposed to live in a world like this? If it’s like this for us, what will it be like for our children? Is there any hope they won’t go to hell? If they resist the world, is there any hope they won’t be treated like Jews under Hitler?

I hope God does whatever he has to do in order to prepare the two of us for the rapture, and I hope he comes as soon as possible. I don’t want to be here to witness the worst things of which the human animal is capable.

Next Up: Heavy Fake Belgian

I kegged my latest lager today. If I had to describe it, I’d say it’s an IPA made with lager yeast. I used a grain bill fit for an IPA and fermented it with lager yeast. This means I didn’t get the weird fruity flavors that make IPA what it is, and that sounds like a sacrifice, but it’s also nice to get the clean, unmolested flavor of a lager.

Is the lager any good? I’m not sure. I drank a glass because I’m impatient, and it seemed to me that it was too sweet and lacked the kind of aroma modern beers get from dry hopping, which is adding hops after brewing is over. I can’t be sure, though, because the beer still needs more carbonation. That will add carbonic acid, and that sharpens up the flavor. And lagers improve with age.

I fermented under pressure at about 66 degrees. Ordinarily, you would ferment a lager with no pressure down in the fifties, and after that, you would do various time-consuming things to perfect it. Pressure-fermenting allows brewers to create lagers fast, at relatively high temperatures, but I don’t know whether it completely does away with the need for aging. There isn’t that much information available for homebrewers yet.

The glass I drank was okay, but it needed to be colder and fizzier.

I transferred the lager from the fermenter to the keg under pressure. I cleaned a keg and hooked it up to the fermenter. I shot a lot of CO2 into the keg to reduce the O2 content. I then used my CO2 tank to pump the lager directly into the keg, with the keg and fermenter closed to the atmosphere. After that, I burped some of the gas out of the keg to reduce the CO2 further.

To really do it right, you fill the keg with sanitizer and water and use CO2 to pump it out, but I didn’t think that was necessary. That’s overkill. When you put 5 gallons of liquid into a Corny keg, you leave very little room for gas, and if you’ve already shot a fair amount of CO2 into it, you’re probably dealing with one gallon of gas which is mostly CO2.

I now have one incredible stout, a lager which will be, at least, okay, and a wheat beer which is drinkable. I had to fiddle with my draft setup a lot because it’s new, and I may have tainted the wheat beer with some kind of lactobacillus or something. It’s pretty sour, but not so sour it’s useless.

I have a wheat beer and an ale fermenting, and at least one will be ready to keg in a few days.

I need inventory. If you only have one keg of beer to drink from, you will empty it faster than you think. If you have 5 kegs, you will empty them slowly, and you will be able to maintain a variety of beers.

My stout is so wonderful, I’m afraid I’ll blow through it. I was so concerned, I ordered more ingredients yesterday, and they will be here tomorrow. I can’t even explain how good it is. I now think stout is my favorite beer. Oatmeal stout, which is what I made. Imperial stout. Wonderful stuff. Stout is full of sweet, sour, bitter, and full of flavors which have no right to be there. How can a beer taste like caramel, coffee, and chocolate when none of those things are in it?

I still can’t dispense 5 beers via mounted faucets in the keezer. I need four fittings to connect two more kegs to faucets, and the Ebay seller I used is taking forever. Once these parts arrive, I’ll be all set.

Every time I pour my first beer of the day, I raise it and thank Jesus for coming for us. I tell him I celebrate his return.

It’s too bad I have the tolerance of a medium-sized ant. Three beers, and my day of drinking is done. Things were very different when I was young, but of course, I was also an idiot, so there was a tradeoff.

Because I’m very interested in getting my beer endeavors working, I drink beer nearly every day, and I have realized it impacts my life. I’m not getting in the car if I’ve had more than one beer, so now I have to plan my errands and my drinking. Sometimes I ask myself what will happen if I really need to go somewhere and I’ve had two beers. I have to think ahead.

It looks like coronavirus is behind me, at least for the next few months. I think I can detect a tiny vestige of my symptoms, but it’s basically over. Looks like I’m not yet one of the cursed few who get the virus and die in two weeks.

I spend more and more time with God now. I see people I pray for and talk to doing better and better. Things are going extremely well. The revelation I got about closeness with God is paying off. It’s beautiful.

I have a friend whose wife is immature and malignant. She has put him through terrible suffering for 15 years. We pray for him all the time. She finally blew up and showed what she really was. She ran around with some man. She told my friend she would take his kids. She even beat herself up and told the police my friend did it, and she was dumb enough to do it in front of the children. She went on the web and researched poisons, and she left her handwritten notes where my friend could photograph them.

I keep sharing revelation with my friend, and he puts it to work. God has changed his mindset and set him free. The wife has done things so stupid, they pretty much assure he will get the kids and the house.

There used to be turmoil in his home. That was before she left. Now when I call, the kids are asking him what he wants for dinner. They’ve cleaned the house. They pray together every day. There is peace. They want him to get custody. He sent me a new family photo without the wife, and it shocked me. They seem to glow.

Things will keep getting better and better for people who stay close to God. Things will get worse for the rest. The world is being centrifuged. From my perspective, it’s beautiful. It looks different to people on the other side.

Get close to God. Let him fill you. Be like the ark of the covenant. Carry him with you everywhere you go. It will work. It’s his plan.

Goodbye Guinness

Yesterday, my new stout was finally ready to drink.

I kegged it a few days ago, but I made a mistake and confused two gas hoses, and I ended up pumping it full of CO2 when I thought I was hooking up beer gas, which is a nitrogren/CO2 mix. As a result of my mistake, I kept pouring glasses of foam, and when the foam subsided, the beer was flat. It was nasty. I have been letting the keg sit without pressure so CO2 would come out of it, and it has been working. Last night I poured beer I could drink.

It’s very sad. I guess I lost half a gallon of beer. But I’m still learning how to set up the system, and losses are unavoidable.

When I started drinking the stout, I thought it needed more alcohol, and it seemed too thick. As the carbonation balance improved, I realized there was nothing wrong with it at all. It was astonishing. For me, a two-beer day is a big deal, but I drank 4 glasses of stout, and I wished I could have kept going. It was mesmerizing.

I have several cold cans of Guinness pub draught stout, and I feel like pouring them out. I can’t drink that stuff any more. I used to think Guiness was wonderful, but comparing it to my stout is like comparing cube steak to a prime rib eye.

Guiness is a very light beer. It’s extremely dry. It has no body. It has very little alcohol. It’s low in calories. The aroma is lacking. The head is weak. It’s a very simple product.

It seems fantastic if Budweiser is what you’re used to, but the truth is that it’s just a cheaply made working man’s beer. A good product, but not something you can set beside a quality homebrew.

My stout tastes like coffee, dark chocolate, licorice, and dried fruit. It has a little sweetness, but not too much. It has a lot of body. The head looks like you could take it out and make couch cushions out of it. It’s not strong, but when you drink it, you can tell it’s beer. Guiness comes in at a little over 4% ABV, so it’s barely beer.

I can understand why a lot of old beers are weak. Beer used to be used like water. For example, British sailors drank a gallon of beer per day, at work. Moving a beer from 4.5% ABV to a respectable 6% would increase alcohol intake by a third. In the old days, people drank beer to get drunk, but they also drank it to stay hydrated, so I suppose weak beer was a necessity.

These days, beers fall into two categories: session beers and everything else. A session beer is a beer you can drink slowly all day. Guinness is a session beer. My stout is also a session beer, but it’s less sessiony than Guinness.

Budweiser has a reputation for weakness, but its alcohol level is around 5.5%, so it’s considerably stronger than Guinness. What’s really weak is the taste. Like carbonated dishwater.

My stout can be drunk liberally, but it would be hard to make myself do it. It’s too good. When I bring it up to my face, I have to stop and smell it. I move the glass from one nostril to the other and think about what I’m taking in. Then I take one mouthful and hold it briefly, experiencing the initial sourness, bitterness, and sweetness. Then I swallow, and all the flavors rise up in my head. After that, the beer seems to stick to my teeth. It makes my teeth taste good.

It reminds me a lot of Old Rasputin imperial stout, a much stronger beer with a more powerful flavor. It’s like Rasputin had a little brother. Old Rasputin is breathtaking.

In short, my stout is a success. I think I’ll still fool with it, though. I believe I’ll make a batch with a different finishing hop. The current version uses Kent Goldings, which are very good British hops. I think I’ll bitter with Kent Goldings and finish with Crystal, an American hop derived from European noble hops used in things like German lager. Crystal tastes like spices.

I’m a hack brewer, so when I drink my stout, I have to wonder what better brewers are making. I would think there must be some incredible stout out there in garages and game rooms.

I’m not sure, though, because I know most people can’t cook. Brewing is a form of cooking. If the ability to make and recognize good beer were common, Coors would have gone bankrupt decades ago.

It seems like a lot of new brewers are falling for gimmicks. When I got back into brewing, I was happy to see that a local grocery had a ton of different beers, but when I started looking for things I would actually want, I saw there weren’t many. A lot of kids are starting breweries and making ridiculous things. Strawberry cheesecake stout. Gluten-free hibiscus maple syrup IPA. Okay, these are slight exaggerations. But you get the idea. It’s like they’re trying to out-weird each other, and they are piling on flavoring ingredients instead of learning how to get flavor and aroma from grain, yeast, and hops. You can do beers that vary a great deal without resorting to dumping things like lactose and coffee into your wort.

Lactose beer is disgusting. Trust me. If you haven’t acquired a taste for actual beer, you may love milk stout, but if your palate is developed, you’ll be amazed that anyone would drink it.

Today I’ll try to make my wheat beer again. I think the first batch is infected. It tastes very bitter. I kept moving things around and changing things after it was kegged. I was trying to get the draft system right. I may have introduced bacteria or wild yeast.

I am now up to three freezers. A serving keezer, an upright fermenting freezer, and a new chest freezer for fermenting and storage. Because beers vary a lot in their temperature and fermentation-time requirements, one fermentation freezer is not enough. I could tie it up for weeks with one beer, and during that time, nothing else could go forward. If I have two freezers, I’ll always be able to ferment at least two beers at once and store maybe two below room temperature.

It sounds extreme, but I’m not so poor I can’t afford cheap freezers, and doing this wrong will take half the pleasure out of it.

I made a light lager two days ago. I thought I was making wheat beer, but I got the bags mixed up. I was going to pressure-ferment the lager, which speeds things up, but my pressure fermenter already has a lager in it, so I’m using a regular fermenter at 66°. The yeast I’m using will tolerate that temperature.

I’ll make the wheat beer and put it in the new freezer with the lager.

The new lager is interesting. I created it years ago to see if I could win over a Bud addict. It has corn in it to make it taste more American, and I originally used what is believed to be Budweiser’s yeast. Bud has a green apple flavor which may be from the yeast. A chemical byproduct called acetaldehyde can cause it. Anyway, the beer is light and easy to drink. I love it. The guy I created it for had no interest, though.

Bad Priorities Destroy People

My site had some problems over the last couple of days. The comment page refused to load, and then the site started redirecting to the “About” page. I used chat to get support from my hosting company, but they were not helpful. They kept asking the same questions over and over, and it wasn’t until after I contacted them that the site started redirecting, making things worse than they already were.

The person I chatted with seemed offended when I pointed obvious things out, and he or she told me they were not responsible for fixing problems like the one I had. I was told they were doing me a favor by even trying. Of course, this is not true. If I set WordPress up wrong, that’s my problem, but I didn’t do that. Something had to go wrong with the data in the server, and that’s on them. Something must have been corrupted, and finding and fixing corrupted data is 100% their job. They have access to server backups, and the whole purpose is to recover data. I can’t do that as far as I know.

Anyway, I was disconnected from the person I chatted with, and I think he or she hung up on me.

So why would there be a server problem?

Most likely, it was one of those inexplicable things that happen to computers. A few electrons go to the wrong places, and errors pop up. Another possibility: a hacker figured out my password and went in and changed a few things to be an annoyance. Third possibility: a company employee with delusions about sex roles and Christianity didn’t like things I was writing.

I think it would be pretty hard for a hacker to get my password, but I know host company employees can mess with files without my password because I can also do it. I doubt they can create a new WordPress account, because that requires a password, and anyway, I would see it.

Whatever the explanation is, the whole thing is trivial, and it was a helpful taste of the future, when Christians will be banned from the web. If this blog vanished for good right now, I would not despair or threaten to sue people or call the FBI. I like blogging, but it’s not my life. I don’t make money from it. It serves no essential purpose. It would bother me if my data were destroyed, but I would be over it in an hour or so.

It’s not like we would be losing the works of Chopin.

I thought I should write about it, because ths blog still gets a surprising amount of traffic. How much of the traffic is human, I can’t say, but last time I looked, it was something like 1500 per day. Someone out there will be interested in what’s happening.

I always wonder what people thought when I vanished from Facebook. I announced it in advance, but I was the kind of person Facebook shadow-banned, so who knows if people saw it? I’ll bet a number of people thought I blocked them and still wonder why. You can’t shadow-ban a blog, so whoever looks at my blog regularly will read what I’m writing now and know I didn’t pull the plug.

Enough of that. There are more important things to write about.

I get a lot of revelation, and there is no way I can convey it all on a blog. If you really want to understand what’s going on in the universe, you have to hear from God directly. It’s too complicated and interwoven for one person to explain to another. I can relay bits and pieces, but the whole picture is multidimensional and can’t be transmitted well using a one-bit connection.

Or is it two bits? Is one wire a one-bit system because only one piece of information can be carried at a time, or is it two bits because it can send both 1’s and 0’s? I don’t know anything about computers. Anyway, writing comes out one character at a time, and nobody can read multiple sentences at once.

Yesterday, I really, really heard from God.

I was in my car, which is something I should write about. I had a huge music collection, and I used to listen to secular music in the car. Then I got to where I only wanted to hear certain Christian artists. Then I got to the point where I only wanted to hear the Bible. Now, I turn the Bible off because it drowns God out. I supposed this is how things are supposed to work as a person gets closer to God.

I’ll tell you some of the things I heard.

First, God is very angry at all the people who have abused me, and there are a lot of them. I don’t think about it a lot, because my life is very pleasant anyway, but he does. My life is better than the lives of all the people I know of who have mistreated me, but that doesn’t mean they didn’t do harm or that my life should not have been better.

People have cheated me out of many opportunities. They have lied about me. They have stolen from me. They have abused me verbally. They stabbed me in the back behind closed doors and kept it quiet, thinking they had gotten over on me for good. They set me back in life. My wife is in the same boat. She’s an orphan, and she literally had a wicked stepmother.

People who are stupid enough to participate in the occult have cursed both of us. I guess I should mention them. It’s worse for Rhodah, who lives in a country where cursing people is more popular than video games.

If you’re a Zambian, as soon as anything good happens to you, at least one of your relatives will put a curse on you. It’s expected, like sending a high school graduate a nice card.

When you curse someone God favors, the curse comes back to you, but when it returns, it’s a lot bigger than it was when you sent it, and you can’t do anything to defend yourself. Witches and various types of pagan nuts don’t believe this, so they curse themselves and their families all day, thinking they’re hurting people God loves. It’s very silly.

Think of Haman. He tried to kill the Jews and destroy his rival Mordecai, but Mordecai got to stand by and watch as Haman and his 10 sons dangled choking on ropes attached to the gallows Haman had built for Mordecai. This is a picture of what happens to people who have joined the supernatural underclass and decide to attach the nobility. The people God favors are the nobility.

To get back to my situation, I got an overpowering conviction that God was going to bless Rhodah and me very, very powerfully not just because he loves us, but to punish the people who have mistreated us. To an abuser, few punishments are worse than watching a victim succeed. It absolutely kills them.

I also learned about the rapture.

The rapture will be a gathering of wedding guests. Oddly, the guests will also be the bride, but that’s how it works. So what happens when you marry a woman? Do you burst through her front door unannounced and yell, “I just bought a tux! Let’s get married!”?

No. She would murder you. You get to know each other. You become engaged. You prepare yourself financially. You get your house ready. The bride, in all likelihood, tries to lose 25 pounds. You prepare for the ceremony. You plan a honeymoon. By the time the wedding rolls around, you and the bride are ready, if you’re doing it right.

When it comes to the wedding of Christ, it’s a little different, because he’s marrying a bunch of people who started out as dirty, crooked peasants. We have to be cleaned up a lot. He’s not going to drop out of the clouds and snatch Christians off prostitutes or out of crack houses. He’ll prepare us. The word says the bride will be without spot, blemish, or wrinkle, and those things appear to be people.

We are always in danger in this corrupting world, and if God leaves us here long enough and doesn’t step in frequently, many or all of us will backslide and go to hell. Human beings have peaks and troughs in their walks with God, like athletes who train for events and then eat cheeseburgers during their down time. God is monitoring our peaks and troughs, and he will time things so we will be on peaks when the rapture comes. I’m only referring to Christians who will make it. Most will be left here to suffer.

Three people have been raptured. We should look at them and ask ourselves why we would be raptured if we’re not like them. Enoch, Elijah, and Jesus walked with God. The Bible literally says Enoch walked with God, and then he was not. Elijah was a loner; he complained to God about it. Jesus was constantly wandering off to be with God, abandoning even the disciples. If you’re not walking with God before the rapture, why would you expect to be taken? It’s not speed dating. He’s going to take people he knows. Are you better than Enoch and Elijah?

There isn’t going to be any worldwide revival. Christians who think there will be don’t understand how the world works. We already had our big revivals. Generally, the world has chosen Satan over Jesus, and there is nothing God can do, because he will not interfere with free will.

I had a dream last night. I was invited to an event thrown by The Last Reformation, a pretty good charismatic ministry. They work miracles, prophesy, and baptize people with the Holy Spirit. They think they’re changing the world, though, and that isn’t true.

I was given a hand-drawn map. I was supposed to drive down a residential street, make a turn, and park by a house where people were meeting. A lot of people were supposed to be there.

When I got there, there was no house. There was a big building containing warehouse condos. They faced inward, opening onto an indoor hallway. It was a winding hallway just wide enough for a car. I got out and pushed my car up the hallway.

I ran into Torben Sondergaard, the imprisoned leader of TLR, and his wife. There were only a couple of other people there. The warehouses were empty.

I woke up, and later on, I dreamed I went to a similar building where my late father owned warehouses. This building doesn’t actually exist. My dad was there, working hard to get the warehouses in shape for new tenants. He was so tired, he was stumbling. He limped. He was sweating. I was afraid he would die if he didn’t quit. He said the people who built the warehouse had covered up a lot of problems. All I saw was a need for some paint, which I could have applied, personally, in a short time.

I marveled at the size of the warehouses and asked what they were going to rent for. He said they would go for around $4000 each. I was happy. I had this idea that 10% would go to me.

I believe the empty warehouses show what has happened to the church.

During the last century, pretty good evangelists filled stadiums and expensive venues. When they came to town, newspapers announced it without being paid, and people showed up to get help. It’s not like that now. A Satanic evangelist like Joel Osteen can fill a stadium, but Torben Sondergaard visits churches that meet in tiny warehouses. Warehouses are pretty much standard for serious charismatic churches now. It’s an insult to God. Catholics can teach demonic doctrine, own perhaps trillions of dollars’ worth of real estate, and build huge, grotesque churches, but a man who casts out demons will probably have to rent, not own, a warehouse surrounded by car repair joints and little businesses that fulfill Amazon and Ebay orders.

My dad represented misguided preachers who have great power. They work hard in the flesh to build churches, but very little comes of it. They are so busy wasting time, they don’t spend much time with God, and that destroys their effectiveness.

God also showed me that the most important thing for me to do was to spend time with him. It’s more important than going to church, being with Rhodah, helping the poor, or any other aspect of Christianity.

Your main job as a Christian is to see to it you hold onto your own salvation and continue to be improved by God. If you fail, nothing you have ever done for anyone else will matter. In order to fulfill your main task, you have to avoid becoming busy with other things.

There are Christians out there who are proud of themselves because they put in long days doing things for churches and people. They work so much they have no time to spend with God, and they think he will be happy about it. They’re wrong. The main thing he wants is you, not your ridiculous works.

He gave us Mary and Martha to show how he feels. Jesus was in their house, and Martha was serving people and cooking and cleaning and so on. Mary abandoned her, let her do all the work, and sat at the feet of Jesus. When Martha accused her to Jesus, he told her Mary was doing a better thing than she was.

It was better for Mary to sit next to Jesus and interact with him, while Martha worked like a slave, than it was for Martha to do the work of two people in order to look after a gathering of believers.

Many times, God has said, “Stay close to me and enjoy my love and my favor,” and I have asked him to help me do it. He’s doing it now. By turning off the car stereo, I’m getting closer, and I’m hearing more from him.

Jesus isn’t going to have an arranged marriage where he meets the bride for the first time and hopes for the best. Read the Song of Solomon. He will be marrying a bride he already knows very well, whose heart is aligned with his.

Revival is not coming. Not in any grand way. A few people here and there will be saved. The Last Reformation will not grow. Not unless they abandon their principles and whore out. Men who heal incurable diseases on Youtube will not get large followings. Things will get worse, because people’s hearts have gotten too hard for God to break.

That relates to another thing God showed me.

A tribulum is a board with nails driven into it. Sort of resembles a cross, now that I think about it, but that’s a digression. Tribulums were used to remove the husks from very hard grain. A man would stand on the tribulum, and an animal would drag him around over grain spread on a rock. Sort of like the rock the sower threw grain on, but that’s another digression.

The nails protruded from the bottom of the board, and as they ran over the grain, they would break the husk. Tribulation was only necessary for very hard grain. Other grain came out of its husk with less persuasion.

The tribulation will be God, using extremely harsh means to harvest a few of the extremely stubborn people who have not yielded to nicer means of persuasion. Some people are easy to bring to God. Others have to feel the flames charring their feet.

People who have already yielded to God will be raptured before the tribulation, because tormenting them would serve no purpose, and because God could not do it if they were on the earth to pray for it to stop.

How do you know it’s time to get the tribulum out? You get it out when only the hard grain is left. When using other means fails to produce results, you resort to tribulation.

God showed me this: we are now in a time where almost all the grain is hard. Even the little warehouses aren’t very full. God has sent us preacher after preacher. He has performed sign after sign, and we have ridiculed and rejected the people who were used to perform the signs. The soft approach has been exhausted, so the tribulation is about to start, for man’s own good.

The tribulation will be the last chance for the people of this age. Anyone who won’t listen when the world is burning up and the trees and the fish are dead will go to hell, and it will be the right place for them, because there is no reaching them.

Yesterday I heard Jeremiah in the car. All the bigwigs and clergymen in Israel hated him. They called for his death because he prophesied against Israel. They didn’t say he lied, which is funny. They said he prophesied. Maybe they knew, or at least suspected, he was right. Maybe they were willing to risk killing a man for repeating a message God had ordered him to give. No wonder God stopped sending the Jews prophets for 400 years. He had to be tired of watching them torment and kill them.

I can relate to Jeremiah. Every preacher and church rejects me sooner or later. They’re with me up to a certain point, and then they turn on me when I set God above them and their imaginative, self-serving doctrine. I could have been very, very helpful to the people at the churches I belonged to, but Christians drove me out. They do it to everyone who speaks the truth.

Christians love to look down on the Jews and talk about how stupid they were for rejecting Jesus, but we do the same thing every day. We torment and exclude everyone who goes a little too far in telling us what Jesus is saying.

If Jesus came back today under a different name, Christians would kill him as soon as possible. They hate being told this, but it’s true.

We would celebrate his death. We would say, “God really showed HIM.” We would post memes showing his dead body, taunting him and anyone who believed him.

Most Christians, including charismatics, hate the doctrine of Jesus.

If you think I’m wrong, read the Revelation and see what people will do to the two witnesses he sends. I’m sure nominal Christians will be among those who throw parties.

If you’re not rejected by the world and the church, which is really just part of the world, you’re doing something wrong. I didn’t say that. Jesus did. Look it up.

One of these days, this blog will be gone for good, because persecution will increase, and whoever takes it down will smirk, thinking I’m washed up. In reality, he will be driving nails through his own hands and feet. And things will keep going better and better for me.

Finally

This is a milestone. I finally tested positive for covid. A drugstore test shows the dreaded pink line. If I don’t have the rona, I must be pregnant.

I can’t be bothered typing “COVID-19.” I’m even getting too lazy to type “coronavirus.” Covid, covid, covid. This term is not case-sensitive any more.

Why do I say “finally”? Because I’ve had pretty much the same symptoms about 4 times, and the tests, including one PCR, always came out negative. The tests are lame. I’m pretty sure I had the virus.

I had covid in the US in 2020. I had it in Egypt in 2021. I had it in Turkey in 2021. I just had it here again. I think I had it one more time here, but I can’t remember. Maybe not. Maybe I’m remembering testing myself here after flying home from another country where a PCR test failed me.

So why do have I tested negative over and over? I follow the directions on the home tests, and you can’t screw up a PCR.

I’m thrilled I tested positive, because it shows I’m not one of those people who get covid one day and have to be flown to the hospital the next. Is this true of every strain or just this one? My guess: a whole bunch of strains. I’ve been sick several times, several different strains have been running around when I’ve been ill, and not one strain, including the one that got me when I was unvaccinated, amounted to anything. It is a virtual certainty that I’ve had whatever was around in 2020, plus Delta and Omicron.

So does this mean there is no strain that can get me? I would guess it means there is no strain YET that can get me, but covid changes. Who knows what the next variant will be like?

The virus can change, and I suppose I can, too. Covid really nails the very elderly, and presumably, many of these same people would have been fine had they gotten sick decades earlier.

Am I going to keep getting more and more severe cases as I get older? If not, will vaccines and earlier bouts build me up so I’m less vulnerable than old people who got sick during the first two years? No idea. I don’t know, and neither do the best scientists on Earth.

One thing seems to be clear, and I know people will hate reading it. Ivermectin seems to help.

When I have taken ivermectin as soon as I realized I was sick, my symptoms have improved a lot or disappeared within a few hours. When I’ve taken it after letting more time go by, when the symptoms have become more severe, my symptoms have changed less, but still significantly.

It’s not the placebo effect. The placebo effect doesn’t make snot stop coming out of your nose, break a fever, or make your throat feel better. It may be that my body just happened to bounce back after I took ivermectin, and maybe ivermectin did nothing at all, but the improvement wasn’t my imagination.

Don’t tell me about studies “proving” ivermectin doesn’t help. If you think that ever happened, you have a very shallow understanding of studies, statistics, word games, and politics. Doctors are generally bad scientists, and they’re the ones who do most studies. They ask the wrong questions. They choose the wrong subjects. They take money from entities that have an interest in cooking the results. They misinterpret the data. Their entire profession leans left, hard. Doctors have done some truly stupid studies over the years, and they have clung to them until they almost had to be beaten to get them to let go. Virtually no one who runs around claiming studies proved ivermectin has any idea what questions were asked, what kind of subjects were chosen, who paid for the studies, or what the raw data looked like. Give me a few million dollars, and I’ll do a study and prove dogs believe in Santa.

I don’t claim ivermectin helps. Maybe it doesn’t. I know what happened to me repeatedly when I took it, and that’s good enough. Experience is a good enough teacher in perhaps 99 out of 100 cases in a typical person’s life. You shouldn’t ignore it just because it involves health.

I remember being given an antibiotic called Levaquin. Every time I tried to sleep, I felt like I was in hell as soon as my head hit the pillow. I was instantly in a place of torment and screaming. Amazing nightmares. Nobody had to do a study to tell me to quit using it. I had a similar problem with hibiscus tea. Glad I quit taking Levaquin, because the same establishment that did studies proving it was safe later concluded it could cause permanent tendon damage.

My mother refused to take thalidomide when she was pregnant with me. Kind of glad she didn’t read the studies saying it was fine.

I think Rhodah had covid in Singapore. Snot, fatigue, and a bad headache. Didn’t want to get out of bed. I slept right next to her and never caught it. Then I came back here and lived like a hermit. Got covid anyway. She didn’t catch it when I had it in Egypt and Turkey.

Her version of covid was very minor, like mine. She didn’t want to get out of bed, but she was certainly able to. On her worst day, we walked around town and did things.

I’m overjoyed to have proof I had covid, because as long as you don’t know you’ve had it, you wonder how it will affect you. I’ve always hoped to test positive except when it endangered my ability to fly.

I have probably flown with covid. Oh, well. That’s on the governments who make the rules and the people who give the tests. I answered every question and did as I was told. I played their game and didn’t take it upon myself to add new rules. I gave them some credit for knowing what they were doing.

I never flew with symptoms. That much, I can say for sure.

So now what do I do? Hide in a hole and have people bring me food?

The web says people are generally no longer contagious after 10 days. I had a fever on January 29. When I got the fever, I realized I had felt funny for at least two days, pushing me back to January 27. That makes this day 13. Guess I won’t be eating Papa John’s.

I have been out several times. Maybe I shouldn’t have done that. I didn’t know what I had, though, and as I have said, I had had the same symptoms before, along with at least 5 negative test results.

I may not have covid now. The tests are not very reliable.

Here is good news: my inability to taste beer is almost completely gone. Maybe it is completely gone. I had to blow my nose earlier today, and I don’t feel totally right, but my nose works, and beer no longer tastes like seltzer with hops.

I don’t know what to say about the many, many people who started having symptoms, hoped they wouldn’t get really sick, and then went to the hospital or died. It has to be terrible, slowly realizing you’re one of the cursed ones. If you’re not fat, sick, or old, you’re very unlikely to get sick, but if you’re in the high-risk group, you have no idea whether you’re facing a cold, a couple of amputations, or death. You just have to wait and find out.

This illness is taking a long time, but on the other hand, it has amounted to nothing. For the first two days or so, I just felt like something wasn’t right. I wondered if I was dehydrated from drinking beer. Then I had chills for one night, and I actually enjoyed them. Then the fever broke, I had a very mild cold and a slight cough, and from time to time I coughed something unpleasant up while I was trying to talk. For one day, I could not smell anything at all, and then my sense of smell started coming back.

There were a couple of afternoons when I very suddenly felt like I had to go to bed right away because staying awake took a lot of effort.

I feel like Thucydides describing the plague, but my story is dull compared to his.

When I was in Egypt, feeling just like this only a little worse, I walked around all day on cloudless 114-degree summer days, looking at pyramids and temples. Rhodah could not keep up. I could do it right now.

God has been extremely good to me, as always.

Night before last, I had a dream. I was in bed, and a little transparent spirit was on my chest. It was about like a terrier. I couldn’t see the shape of it clearly, but it acted like a terrier trying to maul me. I felt nothing at all, and I kept telling it I spoke failure to it in the name of Jesus Christ. It didn’t run off, but it didn’t accomplish anything, either. I looked beside the bed, at the baseboard, and I saw big creatures like daddy longlegs, also transparent. They stood about 6 inches tall. They seemed confused. They were wobbling around, trying to walk. I hated them. I hit them with a gun and made them explode.

My experience with covid has been a lot like the dream. Harassment that hasn’t harmed me at all.

I hate to think about what I deserve. Different story.

In other news, the stout I kegged is finally showing signs of carbonation. I put it on 20 psi of CO2, and that was day before yesterday. That’s a lot. Stout is supposed to require only a tiny amount of carbonation, and I was warned to be careful, but it took maybe 36 hours before I got enough foam to feel like I could remove the CO2 and hook up the beer gas.

The stout tastes almost exactly like Old Rasputin imperial stout, except it contains a lot less alcohol. Except for the differences in ABV and intensity of flavor, these beers taste the same to me. I can’t complain about that, because Old Rasputin is the best factory beer I’ve ever had. I set out to brew something slightly dryer, though.

This beer may still have some fermenting to do, so maybe all is well. Past versions have dried out with time.

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Funny; my comments quit working just as I tried to answer a question about ivermectin. Suspicious, but I suppose the leftist nuts who are killing freedom of expression have better things to do than interfere with my blog.

Anyway, here is the answer I was going to give:

I think I went with the dose the Indians claimed to get good results with. Twelve mg per day, I believe. Unless it was mcg. Anyway, it worked out to be what a horse takes for worms, corrected for my weight.

Not recommending ivermectin for anyone but myself. For all I know, you will die hideously.