Higher Purpose Strengthens Faith

If things are going well in your walk with God, you will always have something new to talk about. There will always be a revelation, an answered prayer, a miraculous healing, or some other new blessing to discuss. If this isn’t happening to you, you should be encouraged, because it means you’re doing things wrong, and if you’re doing things wrong, then you can start doing things right, and that means you can enter into a new level of blessings.

My marriage continues to exceed expectations. I didn’t think I’d marry at all, and then once I started looking around, I thought I’d have to get by with a wife who was, in some way, a compromise. I thought I was going to have to settle for someone who had significant doctrinal differences with me, or who was less excited about God than I was, who didn’t pray in tongues, who didn’t want to spend a lot of time praying with me, who never got any revelation of her own…I figured I couldn’t have everything.

Rhodah and I are in very close agreement, so we don’t have stress about who believes what. She gets lots of revelation. She loves prayer. I don’t think I could have done better. God really outdid himself, finding me this lady.

The other day, I got some revelation, and when we had our daily video chat, I planned to bring it up, but before I could, she brought up her own revelation, which was nearly the same thing.

A lot of Christians have spouses they have to drag around, like backpacks full of lead bars. They can’t get them to pray. They can’t get them to read the Bible. They can’t get them to give up secular entertainment. It’s amazing to me that I don’t have these problems.

I don’t know if I can reconstruct what Rhodah told me, but I can explain the basic idea that occurred to us both.

Psalm 37 says, “Delight thyself also in the Lord: and he shall give thee the desires of thine heart.” I guess this is a good place to start. God doesn’t want us to have miserable lives of unrewarding suffering. Christians are supposed to have happy, fulfilled lives.

We also know that there is a symmetry between our treatment of God and the way he treats us. For example, he cursed the world with weeds when Adam sinned. Why? Adam’s sin assured that the human race, which started out pure, would turn out like a garden the brought forth lots of troublesome weeds. God wanted Adam and Eve to see what it felt like.

If God wants to give us the desires of our hearts, what does he want us to give him? The desires of his heart.

A week or two back, I saw a video about the Lord’s Prayer. Messianic Rabbi Zev Porat was speaking. He pointed something out: he said Jesus used “we” and “us” when he prayed. He wasn’t just praying for himself; he prayed for all of God’s children.

Not long after that, I saw a video in which Ecclesiastes 10:8 was discussed: “He that diggeth a pit shall fall into it; and whoso breaketh an hedge, a serpent shall bite him.” The speaker was Bill Wiese, the man who wrote 23 Minutes in Hell. He said it was about breaking the hedge of protection God puts around us. You can open yourself up to problems by doing things like occult practices, getting tattoos, looking at pornography, and so on. When you do these things, you open the wall of protection so spirits that hate you can come after you.

Somewhere down the line, I started thinking about Cain and Abel. After the father of all vegetarians murdered his brother, God asked him where Abel was, and he said, “Am I my brother’s keeper?”

Christians misunderstand this verse, thinking it means we have to break our necks doing all sorts of wonderful things for random people. That’s not quite right.

I looked up the Hebrew word translated “keeper.” It’s Strong’s H8104, “shamar.” It looked a lot like “shomer,” which means “to guard.” I have looked “shomer” up, and it derives from “shamar.” Cain was asking if he was his brother’s guard.

These ideas came together in my head and heart, and I saw something. One reason God does not answer our prayers or give us authority is that we focus too much on ourselves.

Who are my brothers? Everyone on Earth? No. The Bible clearly says, “As many as are led by the Spirit, they are the sons of God.” Jesus refused to talk to his biological mother while he was busy talking to people who had accepted him, saying, “Behold my mother and my brethren.”

Should you be good to people, generally, whether they are Christians or not? Yes, but unbelievers aren’t your brothers or sisters, and you don’t owe them as much. The Bible tells us we are the body of Christ, so we are connected to each other in ways we can never be connected to unbelievers.

Jesus asked God to look after “us,” not just himself, to show that we are supposed to be one.

I wish I could recall what Rhodah said. It was about our duty to be watchmen. Same thing.

The Bible uses “hedge” and “wall” somewhat interchangeably. Hedges and walls are barriers. They can keep the disobedient out, as the wall around the Garden of Eden does. They can keep the disobedient in; God has said he surrounds the rebellious with hedges to prevent them from succeeding. They can protect whoever or whatever is inside them. Isaiah 62 says this:

I have set watchmen upon thy walls, O Jerusalem, which shall never hold their peace day nor night: ye that make mention of the Lord, keep not silence, And give him no rest, till he establish, and till he make Jerusalem a praise in the earth.

Informed Christians know we are supposed to be the world’s caretakers, but when we say that, what do we mean? Do we use the word “world” to mean the planet or the people who live on it? It’s supposed to refer to the people. The world is a mess because we use Christianity to look after ourselves but not others. It’s not God’s job to look after the world; to take care of his children. It’s ours.

We are supposed to be defenders and protectors who intercede, mainly for the body of Christ, and, to a lesser extent, for everyone. We are supposed to stand guard, like the cherub who guards the gate of Eden and the tree of life with a flaming sword.

This is more helpful than it may seem.

One of the big problems we have is that Satan has us convinced God doesn’t want to do anything for us. We don’t expect our prayers to be answered, even though the Bible clearly says they will be. Would you feel that way if you thought your prayers helped God look after someone he loves?

God loves people, so when he looks down at the earth, he sees things he wants to change. It’s like sitting on your porch and watching your baby son crawl toward a busy road. God doesn’t resent it when we ask for help. He is eager to jump in. He is waiting for us to give him the desires of his heart.

Now, when I pray, I try to include the body of Christ. When I ask for revelation or deliverance or protection or some other aid, I ask on behalf of God’s other children, not just myself and my wife. Then I ask God if he wants to grant the prayer. If I feel he does, I ask in Jesus’ name, and I say, “Receive the desires of your heart.” While I’m doing this, over and over, I don’t feel I’m annoying God. I feel I’m holding the channel open for him so he can do what he wants to do. It’s a new mindset. I feel I should ask him for more things, not fewer. It allows faith to flow.

I also ask him to motivate others to pray for the same things and to glorify himself in what he does.

Things have really changed since we got this revelation. I feel much better about prayer. I feel I’m doing what God has been trying to get me to do, so I feel he is on board. It’s much better from the standpoint of faith.

Our revelation also ties into the apocalypse. I believe the tribulation will take place because of the rapture. The watchmen who pray and keep Satan from destroying the world will be gone, so the hedge will be broken. It all makes sense.

I hope this testimony helps other people. It is certainly helping me.

The Bucket is not on my Bucket List

Now that I’m a Northerner, I continually learn new things about winter-related problems.

I moved 300 miles north from Miami, to a farm on the tundra near Ocala. In my 4.5 years here, we have had at least 5 days of freezing weather. Okay, 5 days containing at least an hour of freezing weather. Whatever.

The first time it hit, it killed a bunch of ornamental plants. I could not believe the previous owners had paid good money for plants that had to be pampered, so I said, “good riddance.” I never replaced them. I’m not going to run outside with a stack of old sheets every time the thermometer dips.

Two days ago, they told us the weather would get cold, and I paid no attention at all. I figured anything 27° could kill or damage wasn’t worth having.

The power company sent me texts saying I would be entered in a prize drawing if I responded with a photo of my thermostat set at 65°. They were trying to get people to reduce the load on the grid. Naturally, I complied. Then I put the temperature back on 75° where it belonged. They didn’t say I had to LEAVE it at 65°. That law school education keeps paying off.

No, I didn’t really do that. I just considered it a reminder to use both sides of the electric blanket later on.

It was my civic duty. If the power people are failing to maintain an adequate grid, they don’t need customers enabling them. They need to feel some pressure so they build up the system. Sure, I got a little hot during the night, and I had to roll back the covers so the sweat could evaporate, but that’s okay. A man’s got to do what he’s got to do.

This morning when I got up, things seemed fine. I have towels I put on furniture in case Marvin feels like pooping, so I threw a bunch in the washer with bleach. Then I made breakfast. After breakfast, I tried to use the kitchen faucet, and nothing came out. I checked the washer. The wash cycle had run, and the water had been pumped out, but the towels were sitting in the bottom of the tub doing nothing because no new water could come in.

I had frozen up my water system at 27°. I hadn’t known it was possible. I realize water freezes at 32°. Nothing gets past me. But my water pumps are deep below ground, the pipes by the house pump are generally insulated, and the pressure tank is large, so there is no way it can freeze up during a short frost.

It turned out the pressure switch was the problem. It has 1/4″ tubing connecting it to the system, and the tubing has no insulation because Florida. The tubing froze up fast, so the pressure switch did not work. The water I ran earlier in the morning came from the reserve in the pressure tank.

This serves to remind me why I have so much contempt for engineers and people who build things. The water system has 2″ pipes which will never, ever freeze, and they’re covered with insulation. It has 1/4″ tubes which will definitely freeze and shut down the system, and they’re naked as jaybirds.

It also serves to remind me I need to put poison out for the squirrels. Shooting is too slow. They ate part of the pipe insulation.

After an hour or so above 32°, the water came back on, and all I had to do was open a tap and let the rust out. It always gets rusty when the system goes on and off.

What a relief. I had been worried about the pressure tank. I thought maybe there was something in there that could be harmed by a quick freeze. Something expensive that couldn’t be fixed on a Sunday.

It was scary, thinking I only had 5 flushes remaining between me and the inevitable Home Depot bucket. I had oatmeal and hot cocoa for breakfast, and well, you know how that works.

Thank God that’s over. Think I’ll go relax in the living room, which is currently at a bone-chilling 73°. Hey, I wonder if my heat pump can break a hundred. Think I’ll go find out.

It’s Your Duty to be Violated

Given some information I received yesterday, it is hard for me to believe the rapture is far off.

My buddy Mike talked to a lady he was considering dating. Her daughter went to public school in the Sarasota area. The mother received a call from the school, asking for her son Sam.

She does not have a son.

The person on the other end explained that the school was requiring kids to assume opposite-sex roles. The girls had to accept male names and agree to be treated as though they were males. The boys were given female names. The school was calling for her daughter.

The daughter is not a sexual deviant. Being called “Sam” was not her idea, and she isn’t the one who decided she should be treated like a boy. The school imposed these things on her. That, anyway, is what the daughter says.

The woman has moved to another city and put her children in a Christian school.

Once again, as I frequently do, I find it hard to believe I’m not imagining the reality in which I live.

For the first time, I can understand why a parent would want to beat a school board official. Instead of thinking parents who yell and bluster at meetings are immature and lacking in self-control, I am now amazed they haven’t started knocking teeth out. I don’t know how they have managed to restrain themselves.

Obviously, the school’s bizarre assignment is child abuse. I don’t think I have to explain that to rational people. It’s adult-on-child bullying. It’s sadistic. No boy should have an adult force him to answer to a woman’s name. I can’t imagine the humiliation these kids are going through. It’s like the forced feminization young men experience in prison.

It is pointless to try to make leftists understand why they are wrong, because they have decided not to hear. It’s like talking to potted plants. Still, there is some value in discussing their insanity. It helps the rest of us heal. They gaslight us constantly, and when someone gaslights you, it’s important to remind yourself and others of the truth.

My sister is a gaslighter, and so was my dad. For decades, I have made a point of exposing their deception. To some people, it must have looked like gossip, but it wasn’t. There are some things you should keep quiet about, but gaslighting is not one of them. It has to be exposed, because as long as lies are covered, they keep working.

Leftists have decided that calling confused men and women who think they’re women and men is abuse. They call it “misgendering,” when it’s really an exercise of the right and obligation to speak the truth. If calling a tormented male who thinks he’s a woman a male is abuse, what is it when you call a normal, healthy male a woman?

Is the hypocrisy obvious? Of course.

The perversion proponents are developing a rapist mindset.

Rape isn’t just a physical act. It’s also about denying people the right to control their bodies and their sexual identities. It’s like ripping down a neighbor’s fence and having a drunken party in his living room. It’s a way of convincing other people they have no rights and no value.

In law school, they taught me about property. They said title to a property is like a bundle of sticks. It’s a collection of rights. You can exclude other people, for example. You can build on your property. You can buy, sell, or rent it. Over the centuries, leftists have pulled a lot of the sticks out of our hands.

I’ll give you an example of a stick that has been lost. A century or so ago, labor unions were illegal. When that changed, labor organizers started showing up on private property to convince workers they should unionize. Property owners objected, saying they had the right to decide who could or could not enter. Courts ruled against them. Suddenly, landowners had to sit by while socialists entered their land and turned their employees against them.

The law has traditionally regarded one’s person as property. In fact, the concept of trespass applies to the body. Battery is trespass against the person. Increasingly, leftists are going after the bundle of sticks that represents our power over ourselves.

Example: they are telling us what we can say. They are making it dangerous to tell the truth. If I get a job, and I do it well and do my best to cooperate, but I go to a religious page on Facebook and say, correctly, that homosexual behavior is abomination, I am likely to lose my job. If I say castrated, effeminate men are not women, which is true, I can lose my job. My religious beliefs have Constitutional protection, and they may have no effect at all on my work performance, but I will still face the threat of coercion.

Vaccination mandates are also infringements on our property rights in our persons. Ordinarily, it would be understood that no one has the right to force a needle and a poorly-tested vaccine into another human being’s body, but now many leftists want to force what some call “needle rape” on us.

Perverts with high social credit are now telling us real women and men are obligated to date and have sex with surgically-created monstrosities who only pretend to be women and men. They are going after lesbians very hard. Men who insist on being called women are coercing lesbians to date them, with the help of other leftists, and many lesbians are being raped. With penises, I mean. Men who still have their penises are using them to rape lesbians, and they are still insisting they, themselves, are female.

Look around on the web, and you will see leftists telling upset lesbians they are transphobes. It’s gaslighting. If you don’t like forced sex, you’re part of the evil, patriarchal system. You owe it to your sisters to let slobbering men in lingerie treat you like valueless sex toys that don’t have feelings.

The problem isn’t that a revolting sexual aberrant wants to rob you of your dignity and abuse you in the most intimate way possible; it’s that you’re a sexual bigot who makes trans people feel bad.

Leftism is inherently coercive. Leftism is the worship of the state. It’s the worship of a sick, stupid, cruel, deliberately unfair colonial organism leftists like to refer to as a family.

Maybe that’s appropriate. Who hurts us more than our families? Who is more coercive?

Coercing children to accept emasculation or to pretend to be male is violation, just like rape, and it is harmful. Apart from the pain and humiliation, there are plenty of boys out there who would ordinarily grow up to be healthy and normal, yet who will respond to forced-feminization experiments by opening up to abomination. Demons will enter the doors our schools open, and demons change people’s desires.

When is Jesus going to come for us? How much worse will things get? How much will we have to endure? Like I always say, if it’s this bad today, imagine what it will be like in 6 months.

We know from prophecy and history that the world is moving toward a Sodom model. In Sodom, it was acceptable for mobs of men to rape other men to death in the street, and the rapists showed no interest in women. Is that the world’s future? It must be. I suppose it will be called sexual reparations. Reparations are never consensual.

Shoplifting is reparation. Riots are reparation. The assassination of policemen is reparation. The attempted liberation of Europe from Jews was reparation, too. Before you fulfill your sick, vicious desires by robbing, tormenting, and killing other people, it’s very important to make the case that you’re the victim. Then all the evil you do will be seen as self-defense and compensation.

If women owe it to their gender to let men date and rape them, then surely leftists will come up with a similar rationale affecting men and boys. If you won’t let yourself be used like a woman, you’ll be labeled a homophobe. Wait. It will happen. It’s probably happening already. It’s probably like the global anti-mandate riots, which even the conservative press has largely ignored.

If you Google around, you’ll see that normal men are already being taken to task for refusing to have sex with so-called trans women, who are, of course, men. It has been happening for a few years. It will get worse.

It’s amazing, but leftists, who think having a healthy baby torn apart without anaesthetic is “choice” affecting only one’s own body, are turning against the freedom to choose who we will have sex with.

I think Bill Cosby and Harvey Weinstein should have claimed to be women. Maybe they would have been acquitted. Cosby was convicted of raping a lesbian. If he had worn a dress during the act, maybe leftists would have called her a transphobe TERF instead of wearing out their keyboards typing “#Metoo.”

“Always believe the woman”? Which woman? The one who was raped, or the male woman who raped her?

For most of my life, society has respected my right to be sexually or romantically repelled by fat women, old women, ugly women, diseased women, women who don’t share my religious or political beliefs, mentally ill women, and other women I could never want. Now normal men are feeling pressure to fornicate with women who aren’t even women. We’re not just being criticized for our choices; we’re being criticized for our normal desires, which are mainly determined by biology.

I can’t imagine how any straight man would go near one of those nasty, nauseating things. I’m not alone. Men are not responding well to the pressure. We are more resistant to sexual coercion than women, and sex with physically repulsive people is much more repellent to us. Many, many women pursued fat, ugly Harvey Weinstein and had sex with him in hopes of getting roles, and many others reluctantly gave in after he pursued them, but if Whoopi Goldberg or Lena Dunham were in his shoes, she wouldn’t have done nearly as well with men.

If gender coercion in schools spreads, there will surely be violence. Not everyone can afford private school, and parents will be justifiably outraged. If you want a gentle person to turn violent, the way to do it is to push him to the wall. Put him in a position where the consequences of compliance are so hard to endure, violence and arrest don’t look so bad. That’s where we are headed, and it’s all part of Satan’s plan. The red horseman of the apocalypse, the spirit of murder, has been released, he is doing his work, and enraging people is not hard. It doesn’t require a Ph.D. Many unintelligent children are good at it, so it’s not a tough job for a smart spirit with lots of experience.

The world is like a wood-paneled frame house full of termites. They eat wood from within, leaving the paint for last. A house which is about to fall over can look just fine until the day you put your foot through the floor. The world doesn’t look just fine, but it looks much sounder than it is. We are building toward a moment of what engineers call “brittle failure.” Sometimes structures bend slowly or crumble over time. Other times, they shatter instantly, like the famous pedestrian bridge at Florida International University. That’s brittle failure. When it happens, you don’t have time to protect yourself. Sin has chewed away the supports that hold society up and allow us to behave like civilized people. They will snap quickly when the time comes.

I feel like lying in the front yard and praying to be taken. I’m so glad I have been sheltered from the world’s decay.

The King of Not Getting the Message

What on Earth is going on with Michael Avenatti?

Sometimes a nasty, rotten, cruel, dishonest person gets what he seems to deserve, and it seems so harsh, you can’t help feeling sorry for him. On the other hand, sometimes such a person’s high-handed, remorseless response to justice makes you forget about pity. You get so caught up, marveling at the spectacle, that you don’t think much about his suffering.

Avenatti is a marvel. Watching his post-conviction antics reminds me how strangely impressive a sociopath can be. Some people can perform feats of egotism, ingratitude, and blatant dishonesty that are just as impressive as the athletic feats of Jim Thorpe or the musical feats of Wolfgang Mozart.

I guess I should say I don’t know whether he’s a sociopath. Who knows? Maybe one day he’ll decide to amuse himself in prison, suing random people who have commented on his escapades. In my OPINION, he COULD be a sociopath. That’s better.

Avenatti was convicted of extortion because he threatened to expose misdeeds (alleged, alleged, go away lawyers) committed by the Nike corporation. At his sentencing, he did exactly what you would expect a contrite man with a guilty conscience…or a smart sociopath…to do. He cried and blamed himself. He said he would never practice law again, apparently thinking this would make people feel sorry for him instead of causing them to gasp with relief. Sociopaths tend to be tone-deaf when it comes to empathy, and it would make sense for one to try to get pity by claiming a forced job change was a punishment somehow on a par with prison time.

Anyway, at his sentencing, he groveled hard. Then last year, he was interviewed, and he was a different person. Angry, defensive Avenatti was back! Politico says he told them this: “Of course I made mistakes — you don’t end up in this situation without making mistakes. Whether those mistakes should put me where I am now is a different story.”

This sounds a lot different from what he told the judge at his sentencing. He told the judge his children should be ashamed of him because, “then their moral compass is where it should be.”

When he spoke to Politico, he was mad about the way he had been treated by the justice system. He pushed the argument that he was tried and convicted because he was an enemy of Donald Trump. He thought he got singled out. He was angry his partner in the Nike affair, Mark Geragos, wasn’t charged with anything. He claimed he went to a particularly nasty prison because Trump hated him. I think a contrite person would say, “I committed a pretty obvious tort, which is also a felony, while employed as an officer of the court. I would not be an ex-lawyer and convicted felon had I not chosen to do this.”

Complaining about his pain, he said:

If I start thinking about the relationships I had that I no longer have, the opportunities I had that I no longer have, the freedom I had that I no longer have, the wealth and things I used to have that I no longer have, the notoriety and the adoration I used to have that I no longer have — I mean, it’ll destroy me. I have to push it out of my mind, because it’s been such a gargantuan fall.

Sometimes, when you try to deceive, you make the truth more obvious. Look at all the things he wishes he still had. They’re all Avenatti-centered. The things that hurt most, apparently, are the superficial losses. Opportunities. Money. Admiration!

What kind of person grieves over losing the admiration of the public? What kind of person takes great pleasure in that? It’s the essence of narcissism. It’s impossible to be a person of quality and be highly motivated by the admiration of the public.

A good person cares about fairness. A good person cares about minimizing the unnecessary suffering of other creatures. A good person cares about remedying his own corruption. And where are his daughters in his list of regrets? What about the harm he did them?

God has said, “Pride goeth before destruction, and an haughty spirit before a fall.” If Avenatti weren’t extremely shallow and arrogant, losing the approval of millions of nameless people wouldn’t mean much to him. The fall wouldn’t be gargantuan, because he wouldn’t have lifted himself up that high.

Now he’s up against Stormy Daniels, the disgusting, unattractive woman the president slept with. He is accused of stealing hundreds of thousands of dollars from her, and he has cross-examined her.

He was given public defenders, which says something about his financial state, but he fired them. Ordinarily, it’s a very bad idea to represent yourself. It’s almost certainly a bad idea when you’re such a poor attorney you can’t tell when you’re committing extortion. On the other hand, public defenders are not known for their skills. I don’t know whether he will do a better job than they would have. Anyway, he is examining witnesses in court.

I read a little bit of their in-court exchange, and it’s pretty off-putting. There is no one to root for here. He seems to be focusing on her reputation instead of the law, trying to make her look sleazy, crazy, and dishonest. He got her to say she believed her doll could play the piano and that a “dark entity” made her boyfriend choke her and break her collarbone. He exposed her involvement in the occult. He also asked her if it was true that she had said watching him work was like seeing Michelangelo paint the Sistine Chapel. Her response: “Yes, that’s what you told me to say.”

Wow. These are people I would not want to know. It is distressing that President Trump would go for someone like that. She’s not even good-looking. He can’t even give that as an excuse. Sofia Vergara, I would understand. A young Cindy Crawford. Halle Berry. Someone a wealthy man with bad habits could not resist physically. I can see how that could happen. But Stormy Daniels couldn’t win a beauty contest in a holding cell.

Maybe she looked a lot better in 2006 when she and Trump are said to have gotten together. Women of her sort age fast.

What kind of person tells another person to say watching him work is like watching Michelangelo? I believe he told her to do it, because it’s such a stupid, offensive, ludicrous, self-worshiping thing to say. I can’t believe it would naturally occur to any client to say something like that. It sounds like the product of drug abuse or mental illness.

What is “watching him work,” anyway? Clients don’t watch lawyers work. They don’t sit in our offices, clapping every time we do a mouse click or type a word! How would a client know whether a lawyer was doing a good job? I guess she could watch him in court, but he never tried a case for her.

It’s gross, reading about two base people clawing at each other. I don’t want to be part of the same species they belong to. If I met intelligent aliens, and the only two other people they knew of were Michael Avenatti and Stormy Daniels, I would be embarrassed to speak to them.

I don’t know this guy, but my guess is that he is just about completely evil. I think he is incapable of remorse and couldn’t make himself feel it if he did his best. I think there are parts of his character that are simply missing. I don’t think prison will do anything for him but make him more resentful.

He reminds me of Satan, who betrayed the most innocent, loving, altruistic, patient, generous being there is and then, when he was accused, reacted as though God had wronged him. Truly evil people project. To sociopaths, just punishment looks like an unprovoked attack. It looks like the kind of thing they do.

When my sister was young, my dad gave up on corporal punishment. He found that it made her angry. She resented it. She thought he was just a bigger person picking on her because he was stronger. He decided to try a different approach. She acted up, and he told her that if she didn’t behave, he would be mad at her. She said, “Well, I’ll be mad at YOU.”

I think Avenatti is the same kind of person. He can’t imagine what it’s like to have a conscience or to care about anyone but himself, and I, bad as I am, can’t imagine what it’s like to be like him.

I think he has no chance at all of beating the Daniels case. He must be portraying her as a repulsive whore in hopes the finder of fact, having concluded he stole from her, will be glad he hurt her. Just guessing.

I think he’ll practice law again, in under 15 years. I know a felon who robbed clients, went to prison in Kentucky, and got his license back later. It can be done. I think Avenatti will be on the street by 2030, and then he’ll start campaigning to be reinstated wherever the bar association is most lenient.

Avenatti’s story is scary. It reminds me that it is possible to be beyond redemption, and unlike Avenatti, I know hell is real. If punishment has no effect on you, hell is probably in your future.

I have prayed for him before, and I will pray for him and Daniels tonight. I think I’ll throw Michael Cohen in for good measure.

Whatever my problems are, they could be a lot worse. I could be a man who can’t be helped.

Hip Pains and Chills

Wouldn’t you know it? I trusted the political and medical establishment, and I paid the price. I got a booster yesterday, and last night I had chills.

Both my original vaccination and my booster came from J&J. After the first shot, I seemed to feel a little tired for a few days, but the sensation was so slight, I wasn’t sure it had anything to do with side effects. I didn’t have any other symptoms, such as chills. Last night, my nose ran briefly, and then my butt started to hurt. I used nasal spray so I would be able to sleep, and I figured that would fix everything.

I had to get up and go to my garage for something. It was cold out there. For some reason, we get a type of cold weather here that seems to get into the bones even if you’re indoors. I can’t explain it. When it’s both cold and wet, I sense the cold even in the house. We are having that kind of weather now. When I got back from the garage, I felt cold. I shivered a few times, and I realized I was having chills.

I took a hit of ivermectin, put wool socks on, got in bed, turned the electric blanket up all the way, and roasted myself all night like a yam.

I took the ivermectin because I thought I might have coronavirus, not shot side effects. There is no reason why you can’t get sick the same day you get the shot.

I started having weird thoughts. The shot uses adenoviruses to make the body produce antibodies to the covid spike protein, so I assume that means it actually gives people adenovirus infections. What if taking ivermectin, which may have antiviral effects, fights the infection and makes the shot less effective?

Like I always say, I don’t know if ivermectin does anything for me or not. My symptoms used to collapse after I took it, but that could be coincidence, and I don’t know whether I had covid or other things. But I couldn’t help wondering if it might work against the booster.

I wondered why I was having a reaction I didn’t have the first time around. Is my body getting annoyed with the shots for some reason? Is it losing its ability to cope? Will I be dead before I have to make my next American Express payment?

The web says the J&J booster is exactly the same as the vaccine, so my issues aren’t caused by a higher dose.

When I got up today, my butt still hurt a little, and my nose still felt a little funny, but that was about it. I guess my hip joints will return to normal today.

I had a hard time getting my body warm. It surprised me that I had to use the blanket’s top setting. If my wife had been with me, I think she would have had to make some kind of arrangement to get away from the heat. I wasn’t sweating at all, so I had no reason to turn the heat down to a reasonable level. I considered throwing a couple more blankets on the bed, but I didn’t really want to walk across that cold 75-degree room and lose all the heat I had stored up under the covers.

The experience brought back memories. When I was a kid, it seemed like I had tonsillitis once a week, so I had many fevers. They gave me lots of shots. I doubt the shots did anything but hurt, because there was never any reason to think the infections were bacterial. I remember getting 6 million units of penicillin once. The syringe looked like a basketball pump.

Back then, doctors liked to give people giant doses of antibiotics whether they made sense or not. I don’t know why they did that. Maybe they made a lot of money on the shots.

Doctors do things like that. The doctor who gave me 6 million units used to tell his Medicaid patients their Medicaid would be canceled if they didn’t come in once a month, and he added his own pharmacy to his practice, creating an obvious conflict of interest.

My mother got so used to my fevers, she once went out to dinner with my dad when I was up over 103. I don’t think that was a good idea, but it happened. As I recall, I had a bottle of alcohol to rub on myself if needed.

I wandered the empty house in a daze, wearing nothing but a pair of gym shorts. I was nearly delusional. It was somewhat pleasant, like being on drugs.

Last night I thought about that, and I remembered something I had forgotten. Fevers and chills can be enjoyable. When you have chills, it feels great bundling up and baking yourself until you warm up. When you have a fever, you enter a dreamy, somewhat crazy state that makes it very easy to sleep.

I used to behave very oddly when I had childhood fevers. One one occasion, my mother put me in the car in my pajamas and housecoat to take me to the pediatrician. I was really gone. I obsessed on the fact that I might get another one of those shots. I was a great big 12-year-old kid, and I started crying about it. I was not a cryer, but on that day, I couldn’t help myself. I could not face that shot. And of course, I got it.

So how am I now? I almost have a headache, my nose is not quite right, my appetite is not good, and I’m still waiting for the hip pains to disappear completely. Oddly, I have lots of energy, as usual.

Is the shot doing me any good? No idea. The web says J&J immunity begins to develop after 12 days. Or 14. Or 29. As always, I would like to thank THE SCIENCE for all its help. Another great job of pinning down the facts.

Here’s a question. If coronavirus can run its course in as few as 5 days, which must indicate the development of immunity, why would a shot take 29 days to generate helpful antibodies? Does that make sense to anyone?

No, it doesn’t make sense, and THE SCIENCE doesn’t have the answer. These are my assumptions, anyway, based on two years of science’s abject, indisputable failures. When it comes to coronavirus, THE SCIENCE is a D student, but people still brag that they trust it. This is like bragging that your car’s GPS has a 2002 map update installed.

I don’t trust THE SCIENCE. I rely on it because there is no alternative and because I want to get on airplanes without a hassle. I hope the shot will prevent me from dying if I get sick, but its health benefits are not nearly as certain as its social benefits.

My real source of protection is God, but unfortunately, they won’t let you on a plane just because you pray.

Fully Vaccinated, AGAIN

Yesterday I wrote a long piece in which I listed 13 coronavirus lies and errors, plus one human rights atrocity, all of which were perpetrated by the establishment. This morning I took it down. I felt like the world didn’t need another angry blog post.

I hear phrases which I believe are from God, and two days ago, I heard one that surprised me: “This is a world of love.”

The world is full of true hate now. People who used to find each other merely annoying are now completely ready to put each other in camps and exterminate each other. So how can this be a world of love? I think I know the answer.

It has become very obvious to me that God’s children and Satan’s children experience the world differently. I often say we share the same planet but live in different universes. The children of darkness are losing their minds over politics and coronavirus, and so are many nominal Christians. Meanwhile, people who are close to God are much happier. Many are experiencing the best years of their lives. The years 2020 and 2021 were wonderful for me, and it looks like 2022 will be even better.

There is always symmetry in the supernatural. God and Satan. Jesus and the Antichrist. Magic, which is evil, and the supernatural tools of Christians, which are good. It makes sense that Satan’s children, which means all the people who are not involved with Jesus, would start experiencing hell on Earth while God’s children would start doing better than ever.

The day before the phrase came to me, I woke up and felt love flowing through me to God. This is something for which I have been praying for years. When Jesus visited me, his love bombarded me as though I were standing next to a heat lamp, and I believe I’m supposed to radiate love, too. Sometimes it flows, and sometimes it doesn’t. I’m not Jesus. When I feel it flowing, I try to hold onto it and make it last. I stayed in bed for a couple of hours.

The Revelation says a spirit of murder will be released on Earth during the apocalypse, and it’s already here. It has been at work for several years. If that is true, then surely God will counter it by pouring love through people who can carry it.

So it should be a time of love for Christians who keep praying for correction and deliverance. Meanwhile, it’s a time of hate for people like Howard Stern, who is so afraid of death he says people who won’t accept vaccination should go home and die. It’s a time of hate for a lot of leftist celebrities, as well as leftist Tweeters who make fun of unvaccinated people who get sick and pass away.

The apocalypse is a centrifuge. It separates darkness from light.

I think what I heard came from God. I get tired of being provoked. Many times, I have removed my own remarks from the web. I would like to become a constructive force.

Speaking of vaccines, I got a booster today. We are inundated with disinformation and misinformation, so sometimes it is not possible to make intelligent decisions about coronavirus. I made the smartest decision I could.

I hate the lies the establishment has told us about strategies for fighting the disease. I am also very critical of the vaccines. They are not good at all. They do a very poor job of preventing infection. They do nothing at all to prevent infected people from spreading coronavirus, although somehow, many Americans have gotten the baseless impression that they do. They don’t do a good job of preventing deaths among high-risk people. On top of that, credible research suggests mRNA shots damage DNA. There are a couple of worthwhile benefits to shots, though.

First, they make it considerably less likely that certain people will have severe symptoms. This seems to be true, although one wonders what they will tell us tomorrow. Some people get vaccinated and boosted and die anyway, but it looks like shots save some lives. Now that I have a wife, I feel obligated to try to live. Not that I was excited about the prospect of dying with a tube down my throat. As I have often said, give me a meteor strike to the head any day. Second, boosters shut the covid police up and make life easier for those who comply. It’s less of a hassle to get on a plane or cross a border, for example.

Third, I guess, if you’re up on your shots, people are less likely to celebrate when you die. That’s a depressing truth. The link I just posted goes to a story about Meat Loaf’s new detractors.

A lot of leftists are making fun of Meat Loaf because they think he died unvaccinated. They’re saying, “Now we know what he wouldn’t do for love.” They’re putting variations of this unclever remark next to their real names on Twitter, which shows you how much progress the spirit of murder has made. Imagine being proud of being cruel to the family of a person who just died. Isn’t that what made leftists hate the Westboro Baptist Church?

I got the shot mainly for love. Interesting parallel. Meat Loaf may have gotten it, too. The buzzards and hyenas tearing at his body don’t know; they’re just assuming he didn’t because he was against mandates. He was old, overweight, and severely asthmatic, so he may have been in the huge group of people shots and boosters do not help at all. Maybe he took two or three shots and still died. I don’t think leftists like hearing about it, but that happens a lot. They like to think they can protect themselves, but they’re fooling themselves. Some people can reduce the risk by taking shots. For others, nothing works.

I don’t trust the mRNA shots, so I got another J&J shot. I believe it is likely to provide some protection in the unlikely event I get Delta, which is very rare now. I believe it may possibly provide some protection if I get Omicron, which is everywhere. I know there is a blood clot risk from the shot itself, but it’s very low, and I already beat it once.

The one thing I’m sure the booster will do for me is this: it will make traveling to Ireland less of a hassle. Ireland does not require vaccines now, but if you’re vaccinated, you can go there without taking a PCR test. These tests give false positives, and they can also be inconvenient. It’s best to travel between Wednesday and Friday, because you may have trouble getting a PCR on a weekend. If you take your test on a Monday or Tuesday, things will go more smoothly.

It is unlikely that I would have a problem getting a test result early in the week, but I might.

Why would I need a test if I’ve already had the shot? Because by Ireland’s standards, I was unvaccinated until this afternoon. To be exempt from testing, you have to have had your last vaccine shot or booster within 270 days of travel. My vaccination was a long time ago.

Rhodah and I are hoping to meet in Ireland soon, so now we have one less thing to worry about. Assuming I don’t die from blood clots. THE SCIENCE says the risk disappears after 28 days. Hope that’s true.

We chose Ireland because the rest of Europe is convinced I want to move my wife from inexpensive Zambia to an expensive country, permanently. They think she will never leave. I’m not sure who they think will pay her bills if she moves to France or Switzerland. Not me! If I was going to move her, I would put her in Turkey or the Dominican Republic. I wouldn’t send her to a place where breakfast costs $20.

Rhodah went to the Irish Embassy in Lusaka, and they were extremely kind to her. She met the ambassador. They said they would get her in. Ireland is a slam dunk, and tourists give it raves, so Ireland it is.

Now we just have to motivate ourselves. We have gotten very complacent. We talk on video chat all day, and our lives are easy.

I wonder what, if any, side effects I’m going to have. Last time, I seemed to feel a little tired after the shot. I don’t remember any other problems. I was almost unable to feel today’s shot, but my arm started hurting afterward, which is weird. By the time I got in the car, it was over. I walked right out after the shot. No waiting period. Remember when they used to make us wait, to see if we would faint or something? Not any more. No one cares. We’re over it, I guess. I didn’t even get the information sheet my consent form said I had received. I checked the box that said I had received and read it, and they didn’t bother giving it to me, because no one cares any more.

I wasn’t excited about getting a booster, because I believe it’s extremely likely they will start using mandatory boosters to control us eventually. I don’t want to get in the habit so I’m afraid, after too many authoritarian strings are attached, to stop taking the shots. I prayed about it, though, and I felt God was telling me to go ahead. The mark of the beast may involve vaccinations, but it’s not here yet.

Now if I get sick and die, I’m going to start a Twitter account while I’m expiring, and I’m going to needle celebrities who said I was going to be safe.

Okay, I won’t do that. But it’s a funny idea.

Folly is Set in Great Dignity, and the Rich Sit in Low Place

Today I offered a friend of mine some advice on getting rid of mice, and she did not want to hear it. She let me know I was not to bring the subject up any more.

Why did she respond this way? Because the thought of killing mice bothers her. That got me thinking about the way the authority structure works in God’s kingdom, so I thought I might write a blog post that could be helpful to other people.

Of course, we are supposed to kill mice, as well as other creatures. It’s one of the less-pleasant obligations of life. God is 100% behind killing other living things under certain circumstances. In fact, the ancient Jews were obligated to kill all sorts of animals every day. Veganism was not an option; it would have been an extremely sinful lifestyle under the Jewish law. Cain was cursed because he tried to sacrifice plants instead of killing animals. God has always required blood as payment for sin.

Jews were also obligated to kill certain types of people, although that’s a different subject. The law doesn’t say, “I suggest thou kill witches.” It says, “Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live.” God required the Hebrews to take cities and kill everyone in them, including babies.

The Jews suffer and die to this day because their king refused to slaughter every last Amalekite. He was nice, though. He was nonconfrontational. You have to give him that.

The King James Bible says, “Thou shalt not kill,” but in Hebrew, it prohibits murder, not killing. Murder is illegal killing, and not all killing is murder.

God put us in a world where we have to do harsh things sometimes. He did this so we would understand what it’s like to do harsh things. Our sins made it necessary for him to permit great suffering in the world, and they make it necessary for him to put people in hell, so we need to know how it feels to do harm when we do not want to.

To get back to animals, our grocery stores are full of their body parts, we wear their skins, we ride them, and we test drugs and other products on them. No sane person ever runs to the altar and begs forgiveness for eating a Slim Jim, not that I’m positive they contain meat, but you see what I mean. If it’s okay to eat a steak, it’s okay to step on a live mouse, which I have done.

A century or so ago, nearly no one had qualms about squishing bugs, trapping rats, or shooting pest animals. As people moved into cities and forgot what life was really all about, many human beings developed unhealthy concerns about the welfare of animals, to the point where, in their minds, animals became more important than people.

It’s sick and evil to set animals above people, and it leads to some crazy behavior, such as animal hoarding. It can drive people to deprive others of the consideration God expects them to give, in order to spend their time helping animals.

I know a lady who keeps unwanted animals in a barn, at the expense of a person who would much prefer not to support them. Knowing a tropical storm was coming, she chose to cut dangerous trees around the barn, but she left trees in place beside the home where her grandchildren lived. The barn was unscathed, but the home was destroyed by an enormous tree and had to be replaced. There is no way to justify that kind of perversity and self-righteousness. The animals should be sold, given away, or killed. It’s that simple. Given the chance, I would shoot them all in the head if it was the only way to spare the kids another episode of homelessness.

Here where I live, the Humane Society has a thrift store, and the Salvation Army has one right next to it. I went to donate things, and I found that the Humane Society’s store was huge and stocked with expensive items. The Salvation Army’s store was small and poorly stocked. That’s disgusting and wrong. It made me angry. God will judge the people who drove past a Christian organization that helps addicts and the homeless in order to donate money to help stray animals, most of which should be gassed humanely and cheaply.

There is a hierarchy in the universe. God is on top. Human beings who belong to him come next. Animals and demons are below us. If animals have too much priority in your life, you are also subordinate to demons and Satan.

I often tell a story about my sister and a dog I used to have. This dog was very submissive to almost everyone. He had no respect for my sister, however. She hated authority, especially when males were involved. She hated masculinity itself. She liked palling around with homosexual men. They were little nonthreatening men who were easily commanded, so they made her happy.

She could not submit to our parents and grandparents. She was extremely disrespectful to all of them, even when she was sponging off them and could be turned out into the street at their whims. Which happened more than once.

She had a habit of obtaining small dogs and spoiling them. She made them unbearable to other people. She didn’t housetrain them; they did their business wherever they happened to be, including on beds and couches. She bought them rib eye steak from Whole Foods. When she entered a room, the dogs got what they wanted, and everyone else in the room had to submit and suffer or deal with my sister’s tantrums and torrents of abuse. The dogs ruined floors and carpets.

The dogs had authority over her. She loved evil, she served Satan, so the authority structure was inverted in her life. Satan was at the top, then came demons, then came her dogs, then came her flesh, and then came the people she and her dogs made miserable.

My father, my mother, and I killed some of her dogs and turned one loose. I took one to be euthanized, and so did my mother. She took two, actually. She claimed a mean, untrained poodle got sick and didn’t make it, but in reality, he got an injection and blessed us all by expiring. One of her dogs bared its teeth at my dad at the front door of the house, so he stepped aside and invited it to leave, which it did.

My dog treated me with deference, but he considered himself dominant over my sister.

One day he entered a room where my sister was sitting. He climbed on the couch next to her. He put his feet up against her. He shoved her onto the floor. Then he stretched out in comfort. That’s what he thought of her. He knew she was a loser. He saw something people could not.

If you’re always looking after animals and putting their needs first, you have made yourself subordinate to them. If you’re subordinate to them, you also lack authority over your flesh and demons. You will be subordinate to evil people who don’t know God. You will always be pushed around.

When I see a spider or roach, I kill it. I don’t run for a paper so I can scoop it up, gently deposit it outside in a sunny spot, and pat myself on the back. The other day, I trapped a female coon in my yard. Coons kill livestock and pets, and they spread rabies. I stuck a pistol through the bars of the trap and shot it in the head, and then when it stopped jerking, I threw it over the fence to rot. I shoot squirrels, which damage my property, and throw them into the woods. I poison all sorts of bugs.

I have used glue traps for mice. Sometimes the mice were still alive when I got to them, so I stepped on them to kill them in a hurry. I didn’t like the suffering glue involved, but I thought glue traps were the best type, so I used them. I found that plastic snap traps were better. I use peanut butter to glue smelly anticoagulant rat bait to the traps. When I find a dead mouse, I flush him down the toilet, remove his dried blood from the floor, clean the trap, and start over.

Animals don’t push me around. I’m like Redd Foxx, who said he would run over Bambi if he got in his way. I am better than an animal. I am more important. I love animals, but I also know my place in the universe, and I want to keep it. I don’t want to offend God by discounting my importance and disregarding his right to establish hierarchy.

Under the right circumstances, I won’t hesitate to kill a pest animal that has legal protection. I don’t care how sacred it is to tree-huggers. Good luck catching me out here. Some laws are stupid.

I used to be on the bottom in life. Unpleasant people used to push me around. I had to work with them. I dated them. I tolerated things no one should tolerate. I couldn’t get free. It was humiliating.

When I started putting God first and praying in tongues every day, I started to get promotion. The Bible predicts this. It says promotion comes from God.

When I was away from God, I was putting God at the bottom, whether I realized it or not. When I put God at the bottom, I put Satan at the top. You worship God or Satan. There is no third choice. You may think you worship another God, or that you worship nothing, but if God is not your god, you are a worshiper of Satan.

Because I put God at the bottom, he was not there to lift me above Satan, demons, lower creatures, and rotten people. I was not part of God’s organization, so when I asked him for help, it was as if I worked for Apple and called Bill Gates for help. He was not interested. When you choose your god, you choose the one you go to for help.

Over the years, I have been exalted a step at a time. The people who used to make me miserable are gone. I don’t have a single one left in my life. I never hear from my sister, for example, and I will never tolerate involvement with her again. I would let her live in a refrigerator box before I would be involved with her and subject myself or my wife to abuse. I live in a Christian area. I don’t have to work for a godless boss. I don’t have to walk past gay parades and BLM terrorists to get groceries. I don’t have to wear a mask or hide in my house. I don’t have problem neighbors. I have no creditors.

If you’re giving animals inordinate consideration and honor, your life is in grave disorder. This is especially true if you set them above your spouse or children. It’s a terrible sin to make a person suffer so an animal can do better than it should. If you teach your kids to coddle roaches and mice, you also teach them people, many of whom are sons and daughters of God, are not as important as vermin. You teach your kids they, themselves, are not important or obligated to respect God’s hierarchy.

Mice and rats carry things like Lyme disease, hantavirus, leptospirosis, plague, salmonellosis, and rabies. Some people hoard dogs and cats. Well, they carry lots of diseases, including coronavirus (which rodents also carry). There are people who suffer from the delusion that spiders are our friends, so they never kill them. Nearly any kind of spider will bite, and they cause huge, pus-filled boils even if they’re not poisonous. Happened to me twice.

It may be unpleasant, doing your duty and putting animals beneath human beings, but it’s still your duty. Animals were not created in God’s image. Exalting an animal above a person is an insult to God. God isn’t going to pat you on the back in heaven and congratulate you on leaving your fortune to a cat shelter; he will be very displeased if you do something like that. For $350, you can move a starving Jew to Israel, permanently. You can give money to World Relief and send African girls and boys to school or buy them Bibles or vaccines. In view of facts like these, it will be hard to explain your cat resort in the throne room.

It’s extremely important to recognize and correct an authority inversion in your life. Authority inversions show that you are disrespecting God and that you live a life of abasement and defeat.

If you are on the bottom in life, something is wrong, and it’s not okay with God if you tolerate it. You are supposed to be on top. I’m not saying everyone is supposed to be rich and in charge of other people. I’m saying you shouldn’t be pushed around every day. Horrible people should not run your life. You should be able to cast out demons without much difficulty. Your prayers should get answers. You should receive healings. You should be serving God, and he should be exalting you.

What if you were in the army, and you were a major, and you decided to let privates tell you what to do because you wanted to be popular or you just were not a confrontational person? What would happen if a general showed up and saw you doing their laundry and cleaning their latrines? Would he be understanding? He would relieve you and have you charged with dereliction of duty. Someone else would get your job. When you’re appointed to a position of command, you are required to lead and make tough decisions. It’s not optional. We have to kill mice and rats. We have to put human beings above animals. We have to rule over demons. We don’t get to decide what we will and will not do.

This information can be very helpful to people who can’t figure out why they’re losers. If you can’t win, put God first. Get baptized with the Holy Spirit. Confess, confess, confess. Repent. Pray as much as you can. Ask for correction and treat it like the treasure it is. Become a warrior who defeats demons. Help other people. God will exalt you sooner or later. He won’t leave you on the bottom if you put him on top.

I was a loser, so I know what I’m talking about. Now I win, win, win. God gave me a wife who is a winner, too. She made mistakes, her life went badly, and she got back on the path. We do spiritual warfare together every day. We get revelation. She has visions which turn out to be true. I have dreams that guide me. We are one because we submit to the Holy Spirit as well as we can.

We don’t have to suffer in miserable workplaces where we are taught to fall on our faces before sexual perverts and entitlement junkies. We don’t live among hostile people who vex us with their trashy ways. God did all this for us. We used to lose, and we deserved it, but now we win, together, under God.

My wife is a real treasure. She has exceeded my hopes in every way. I’m so glad I didn’t marry a neurotic American woman with a bridezilla complex and misandry issues; they are very common. I’ve known lots of women, and I can honestly say the thought of being chained to any of them is repugnant now that I know what a real wife looks like. I thought some had potential, but now I know they were snares.

The productive marriages I am familiar with can be counted on the fingers of one hand, but I have seen dozens of scary marriages.

My wife and I are a team, together with God. He is helping us to improve, every day. We don’t have power struggles. I don’t have to worry about her having a fit because I didn’t recycle something or because I couldn’t care less about my carbon footprint. I don’t have to apologize for voting for Trump; she is with me all the way on that. She doesn’t scold and try to correct me like a typical American woman. She doesn’t have gay friends or bitter female friends I have to humor and accommodate. I have no mother-in-law trying to suck the joy out of my life.

Rhodah isn’t a dead weight or an adversary in my walk with God. Whenever I share a revelation with her, she chimes in and completes it with revelation of her own. She maintains her relationship with God because she wants to; I am not the driving force.

When I was a loser, I was not fit for a daughter of God, so I kept running into women who were losing, too. When I put God on top, he changed me so I would be an asset, not a liability. After that, he had an incentive to help me marry well, and look what happened.

I know she reads my blog. Good! She needs to know these things so she will be encouraged. We are one, permanently. Doesn’t matter if praising her bothers other people. She is my flesh, and they never will be. No other person will ever have the special position she has in my life. In comparison, even my best friend is an outsider. I will side with her against anyone but God.

I’ll give you an example of how authority works. A kitten showed up in my wife’s house. It seemed very nice. My wife took pity on it and gave it some food. It decided it loved my wife, because cats love everyone who feeds them. It would dart into the house when she opened the door, so she had to throw it out. It rubbed against her ankles. Did she decide she had to be the cat’s mother? No. She said, “I don’t want a cat.” Period.

She started giving the food through someone else so the cat would not associate it with her. I told her to make sure she didn’t touch the food, so the food would not smell like her.

We were concerned about the cat’s future, and it was also getting on our nerves, so we prayed for it. A couple of days later, the security guard where she lives took it home to his family. Problem solved. The cat didn’t make my wife a slave, because my wife is better than a cat, but the cat still got what it needed. It is no longer our headache.

There was nothing we could do for it in the natural. You can’t bring a cat from Africa to the US, and she didn’t want the cat anyway. Things worked out great.

One nice thing about Africa is that they know the difference between an animal and a person. Dog sweaters and boots will never be big sellers there.

When you put God on top, he puts other creatures beneath you. He defends you from manipulation.

I hope this material helps people. If you feel beaten down, and you can’t understand why you can’t get away from people who ruin life, you need to put God first so he can put you first. Don’t believe the garbage about God giving people “grace” to live contentedly as punching bags. That’s not what the word “grace” means. If you live a life of defeat, it’s because you LACK God’s grace. “Grace” means supernatural help, and God has repeatedly promised his children they will be the head and not the tail.

Proud people may read this and think, “Just you wait. You are lucky, so you don’t understand. Wait till it happens to you.”

It already did happen to me. Defeat was my lifestyle. God showed me the way out. You can have relief, but if you prefer to hold onto unprofitable ideas, you certainly may.

Doctors Reluctantly Admit What Bright Children Knew a Year Ago

Meant to publish this earlier in the week.

As a man with a spousal visa application pending, I am always interested in coronavirus news. Today there are some interesting stories.

First of all, I guessed wrong when I said Omicron should be pretty much over with by January 15. I based that guess on what happened in South Africa, but the US and other countries are taking longer to recover. It’s now looking more like the first week of February.

Okay, I still did very well for a layman who bases his predictions on a few skimmed news articles. About 10 days ago, “experts” were still making it sound like the world had ended.

It also looks like people all over the world are going into Florida mode. Even the timid, self-emasculated government slaves known as Australians are being allowed to socialize more normally. Some of them are, anyway. Kansas City has abandoned its unrealistic contact-tracing program. Israeli doctors are admitting we are not seeing a “pandemic of the unvaccinated,” saying the difference in the infection rate between vaccinated and unvaccinated people is miniscule. They’re also expressing surprise that vaccines didn’t end the pandemic. Some places are abandoning vaccine passports.

How surprised should we be?

The pandemic can’t go away through vaccination unless we have great vaccines or cures and nearly everyone uses them, forever. A couple of years ago, I thought our vaccines could work, but that was before I knew something everyone ought to know by now: dogs, cats, rodents, deer, hippopotamuses, and, presumably, all sorts of other animals are infected. People who don’t think clearly are asking whether they can transmit the disease to humans. If interspecies transmission isn’t possible, how did deer get it? Of course it’s possible.

If every person on Earth were magically cleared of the virus this minute, the pandemic would come back soon, because animals would give it to us. We can’t vaccinate all the deer. We’re not going to vaccinate all the dogs. It’s not just an epidemic; it’s a panzootic.

We were able to get rid of smallpox because we didn’t have to worry about vaccinating the entire mammal population of the world, and because the vaccine was good. Now we have a bunch of crummy vaccines and at least billions of carriers we can’t cure or prevent from spreading the disease. On top of that, there is no reliable cure.

A CDC page says this: “cats, dogs, bank voles, ferrets, fruit bats, hamsters, mink, pigs, rabbits, racoon [sic] dogs, tree shrews, and white-tailed deer can be infected with the virus.” Hamsters are being euthanized because they are susceptible, so that means rats and mice are carrying it, too. Have I seen proof? No, but come on.

In late 2020, CNN made the patently stupid remark that infection was rare in animals, as though it were meaningful. They should have known that if some animals had it, others were going to get it. Maybe animal infections were rare back then, because the pandemic was young, or maybe there hadn’t been enough testing to reveal the full extent of the problem, but here’s the remarkable fact CNN overlooked: contagious disease case numbers grow over time.

I am not at all reluctant to suggest that CNN’s people didn’t understand this, even though it’s the single most obvious fact about contagious diseases. It’s what “contagious” means. Journalists are incredibly dumb about science. They are just not bright. It’s terribly unfortunate that we rely on a body of unintelligent people to give us information about anything.

Scientists are defending their vaccines, pointing to other shots that have low efficacy rates. Flu shots, for example, often miss the mark. Supposedly, this means our covid vaccines are okay. Their defensive arguments are clearly wrong. The smallpox vaccine has a no-infect rate of 95%. The polio vaccine is 99% effective. Indisputably, there are such things as good vaccines. Covid vaccines have a no-infect rate not far from zero, which, by any reasonable scientific standard, is not high. The best you can reasonably hope for after being vaccinated and boosted is that when you get sick, you won’t have severe symptoms, and they can’t even guarantee that. They used to tell us severe cases were impossible for the once-vaccinated, and a couple of months down the road, they sang a totally different tune.

Right now, there are only two intelligent reasons to get vaccinated. 1. To shut people up so you can get on with your life, and 2. to provide a significant but not huge increase in your chances of avoiding severe symptoms such as death. With Omicron’s dramatically decreased severity, reason 2 is getting weaker by the second. Unless you’re a cast member on My 600-Pound Life, Omicron is not likely to do you in.

A 40% efficacy rate for a flu shot is not terrible, because the flu is only rarely a serious disease, it almost never amounts to a national or global crisis, and we get a new flu (or flus) every year, so if one year’s vaccines aren’t great, there is always next year. An ineffective coronavirus vaccine armory is much worse. Coronavirus isn’t going away at the end of every year, and unlike the flu, coronavirus has disrupted civilization.

Unless the virus decides to keep getting less dangerous until the end of the world, the only answer to our problem is a really good vaccine or cure. We will continue to be exposed to covid forever, so as long as new Delta-like variants remain possible, we need something that reliably prevents severe symptoms.

All the vaccines stink. Drink that in. They stink. It’s probably a good idea to take a non-mRNA shot if you’re fat, sick, or old, but don’t expect the moon. If you squeak by with a really bad week of fever, aches, and other problems, you are doing as well as you can reasonably hope to.

If you take an mRNA shot, you have to worry about the DNA damage credible researchers say mRNA shots do, so you could be replacing a minor problem with a major one. I might conceivably take a Johnson & Johnson, Astrazeneca, or Novavax booster, but I have no interest in something that prevents my cells from repairing mutations.

The medical establishment is amazing. They try to ram antioxidants down our throats because they prevent mutations. They tell us to stay out of the sun because UV rays cause mutations. They tell us smoking causes mutations. Then researchers say mRNA shots prevent cells from repairing mutations…and everyone is quiet. If the risk isn’t real, shouldn’t they at least have told us that? They haven’t.

But we should trust them, because science. Right? Wrong. The medical establishment is politicized. Along with the press and the government, it hides things from us. It’s no wonder there are so many insane conspiracy theories about coronavirus. How many times do officially-endorsed lies and omissions have to be revealed before people start turning to alternative sources?

In Europe and other parts of the world, anti-vaccination riots have been going on for months, and not even Fox News covers them. The people at Fox pretend to be MSM outsiders, but it’s a very thin facade. Fox made its employees submit to vaccinations and tests. If riots can take place in high-profile places in Europe and we have to go to Youtube to find out about it, it proves we can’t trust the establishment. Like we needed more evidence.

Since beginning to write this piece, I have learned that Fox has just “discovered” the foreign riots. Congratulations, Fox, and welcome to last year.

We have no way of knowing whether the mRNA shots are safe, because no one in a position of power will even confront the question.

How many times have establishment claims about these shots been proven badly wrong? Many. In view of that, how can we trust the establishment now?

The establishment is run by people who don’t believe in God and have a phobia of death and a love of authoritarianism and elitism. They are genuinely scared of covid. They can’t be trusted to tell us the truth. They couldn’t make themselves do it if they wanted to. Fear leads to rationalization. It causes people to convince themselves the truth is wrong.

The establishment makes up narratives and feeds them to us, we occasionally see through them, we look for other sources, and then we start believing nutcases who say they’re injecting us with cameras or sterilizing us or God knows what else.

Solomon said, “A good name is better than precious ointment,” and the establishment’s name is no longer good at all. It’s not even good enough for government work. Credibility is something that should only be sacrificed with great reluctance, because sooner or later, you will want to use it in a very critical situation. The establishment didn’t take this into consideration.

Our anti-coronavirus measures are not working, and, as everyone with common sense predicted, fatigue has set in. People are saying, “A few deaths are okay as long as I don’t have to wear a filthy mask and recycle my own stale breath for 10 hours a day.” They want to send their kids back to school. They want to socialize, which is essential to mental health. They are remembering something they had forgotten before the pandemic started: liberty is worth the sacrifice of a certain number of lives.

You can’t make relatively free people hide in their houses and wear ineffective masks forever. They got us to comply by assuring us it was all temporary, but since they started saying that, children have been born and learned to walk and talk. Increasingly, people are not buying it.

A normal social life is not a luxury; it’s a necessity. Anyone who thinks otherwise is an ignoramus. Isolation ruins our mental and physical health. It’s remarkable that we hear so little about this. The leftists who control education and government whine about things like how much room pigs and zoo animals have to move around, but they think human beings can hole up in their homes with no ill effects.

How could anyone have been stupid enough to think zero covid was possible? How do people like that get degrees in medicine and positions in government? We should have isolated fat, sick, and old people who were willing to be isolated, and we should have been much less demanding regarding the vast majority of us.

Now people are so tired of the nonsense, even if a good approach pops up, many of us won’t want to hear about it.

The most remarkable thing about our situation after two years of coronavirus is that there has been no revival. It used to be that people were smart enough to know epidemics were caused by sin and backsliding. Not any more. America has gotten much more vociferous and fanatical in its promotion of sexual perversion, idolatry, pride, and other things that bring calamity on us. God has no reason to relent and help us out.

Because we have dug in our heels, I think Omicron will be a pause, not a finale. Either a worse variant will follow it, or some other apocalyptic evil will hit us. I hope the break will last long enough for my wife and I to get together permanently. I would be shocked if the world’s descent into chaos actually stopped.

By the way, I had an interesting revelation the other day. For some time, I’ve believed coronavirus was partly a punishment for perversion. I saw the parallel between the modern world and Sodom. Now I feel I know more about that.

Homosexuals love to claim Sodom was not punished for perversion. They cite a Biblical passage that says Sodom’s sin was selfishness. Of course, the Bible does say Sodom was punished for perversion, but why would it also mention selfishness?

England used to be America. England was the world’s big superpower, and they spread the gospel. As England’s power and wealth increased, men became drunk with ambition and greed. They were taken away from their families by their ambitions. They forgot God, too.

When men aren’t around to raise their sons properly, sexual perversion flourishes. This is why homosexual antics are such big problems at boarding schools. British men were selfish and greedy, and now British males are effeminate. It’s pretty easy to tell a typical gay American from a straight one, but most educated Englishmen seem gay regardless of their orientation.

Think about it. Pick a British or near-British celebrity at random. Piers Morgan: effeminate. Hugh Grant: effeminate. Jeremy Clarkson: effeminate. James May, Richard Hammond, Peter O’Toole, Oliver Reed, Hugh Laurie, Rex Harrison, James Mason, Colin Firth, Christopher Lee, Claude Rains, Richard Burton, Laurence Olivier, Cary Grant, Ian McKellen, Patrick Stewart, John Cleese, Eric Idle, Roger Moore, Timothy Dalton…you could make a list a yard long. The exceptions are often men who came from the lower classes, where success was presumably less of a problem.

It looks like focusing on money and power neutralizes the effectiveness of fathers, and that’s how perversion creeps in. It makes sense, because homosexuality and other perversions are commonly associated with prosperity. It’s remarkable how many high-profile people have homosexual or otherwise unusual children. Will Smith, who may hold the world record for selfishness and ambition, has two. Stephanie Seymour produced two. Dick Cheney has one. Jackie Chan, Cher, Jamie Lee Curtis, Magic Johnson, Dwyane Wade, Sally Field, Annette Bening, Barba Streisand (no surprise), Marie Osmond, Charlize Theron, Angelina Jolie, Brad Pitt, R. Kelly…again, the list is long.

The British abandoned God for Mammon, they became effeminate, and then they lost the wealth and power for which they had traded God. It’s very interesting. It explains what’s happening to America. Men pattern themselves after their fathers, and when Dad isn’t around, Mom becomes the father.

I still see America continuing to sink. Christians are obsessed with money and “living their best lives,” so they are not helpful to people who are looking for answers. They don’t heal people. They don’t work miracles. They don’t prophesy. We complain a lot about how nonbelievers are ruining the world, but as a friend of mine says, fish rots from the head. We were supposed to lead and show our love, but we’re not doing it, and we are reaping the harvest.

I hope we get a real remedy for coronavirus, but it won’t fix the rot that brought us here.

If You Hold Me Responsible for my Views, You are Ageist

What a wonderful day. Governor Ron DeSantis has banned discomfort for white people.

It must be true, because a Yahoo News headline says it is.

I am white. I try to downplay it, because it’s so embarrassing, but it’s true. Of course, I am not happy with myself. I am ashamed about not being ashamed of being white. It torments me day and night. For some reason, I just can’t seem to get down on myself over my complexion, my inability to dunk a basketball, or my secret love of golf pants. The resultant self-loathing probably costs me several minutes of sleep every year.

That’s all over with now, because White Governor Ron is going to make it impossible for me to feel bad about anything, ever again.

Oh, wait. It’s not Governor Ron. Sorry about the mistake. I guess I got the idea he was handling this because YAHOO PUT HIS PHOTO AT THE TOP OF THE STORY.

There is a bill in the Florida State Senate, proposed by a legislator named Manny Diaz, whom I have concluded, based on my remarkable investigative skills, is not Ron DeSantis. Here is what the bill says:

An individual, by virtue of his or her race or sex, does not bear responsibility for actions committed in the past by other members of the same race or sex. An individual should not be made to feel discomfort, guilt, anguish, or any other form of psychological distress on account of his or her race.

Wait…is this supposed to help white people? Because it kind of sounds like the things civil rights activists used to say in the Sixties. Back then, they told us everyone deserved a fair chance regardless of his race.

This could be a first draft. Maybe it will eventually be corrected to say things like “An individual CAUCASIAN, by virtue of his or her race or sex…”

The story says DeSantis is “pushing” the bill. Forget all those state senators. Blaming them would be like blaming keyboard keys (all black) for things I write. When Governor Ron wants a bill passed, he just sticks out his arm and does one of those Emperor Palpatine telekinesis things.

The bill will supposedly apply to state-sponsored education. It’s not clear, because the article is not written well. The person who wrote it was almost certainly educated by leftists, so we must make allowances.

I hope it applies to everything, because I just want to feel good all the time.

Is it wrong to laugh about stories like this? It must be, because I am doing it, and I am white. Everything white people do is wrong, including agreeing with little brown people, because we do it incorrectly, appropriating their cultures and somehow being motivated by the desire to turn their home countries into rubber plantations.

On the subject of subjects that make people really uncomfortable, my friend Mike has a new 25%-black granddaughter, and so far, she looks pink. I sent my wife a photo, and we laughed and laughed. The baby is very cute, so don’t get the wrong idea. It’s just that her parents are leftists, and, well, we can’t help thinking they will be disappointed if their daughter ends up looking so white she attracts CRT-style criticism and condemnation instead of sympathy and handouts.

It kind of makes you wonder what “black” means. If you’re over 75% white, and you were raised by a white dad and a 50%+ white mother, and your mother was raised by a white couple, and most people think you’re white, you’re not exactly Shaka Zulu.

It makes me think about my grandfather, who was a Cherokee Indian. He had dark skin, straight black hair, and a total inability to handle alcohol. He had to abstain completely in order to control himself. Does this make me an Indian? Granted, he was my father’s stepdad, so I’m not really related to him, but I read that the chief of the Cherokee nation was 1/32 Indian, so it seems like I should qualify. I’m 31/32 as Cherokee as my chief is. Where is my government money? I’m going to the drugstore to buy a deck of cards. My new casino opens at 5 p.m.

It wouldn’t be funny if people were hard on her for being white, but it would be extremely funny if her parents were frustrated because they had a difficult time getting her preferential treatment. This would be doubly true if my own future children, the spawn of two anti-CRT conservatives, were simultaneously pampered by the anti-white establishment. They will be darker than Mike’s granddaughter.

Rhodah wants to have kids, so we talked about these issues. I said we would have to home-school them, because otherwise they would be indoctrinated with CRT. Then I reversed course, realizing I had it all wrong. I said we definitely needed to send them to public school, because if they teach them CRT, they’ll basically be kissing their butts and doing them favors all day. Our kids would be part of the new ruling oppressor class. What could be better than that? I want my half-African kids to be ruling oppressors with all sorts of race-based privilege. Then they can buy me things.

Go, CRT! Get my kids as much preferential treatment as possible! I’m old, and I’ll be dead soon. No one cares about my future. Not even me. Just help my wife and kids.

I said we could forget about paying college tuition, because it’s so easy for black kids to get scholarships. Rhodah said we should prepare the kids for interviews by putting them out in the sun. They will want to be nice and dark.

As for me, I would simply hide. After all, I wouldn’t be the one applying. I could skip all their college events and then show up at graduation. Possibly in blackface, but that all depends on how willing I am to risk being outed and killed.

I would be well into the senility danger zone by then, so maybe I could take chances other people couldn’t. “Don’t mind him. He thinks it’s 1986, and he wants us to take him home so he can watch Gimme a Break.” If they pushed me, I could start calling everyone “Mary” and asking if the pancakes were done.

It’s wonderful, if you think about it. Right when it’s becoming fashionable to persecute me, blame me for your problems, and take my wealth, I’m about to generate a family that will belong to the new privileged class. In a way, the old white guy is still winning.

If you’re a leftist, and you’re reading this, it must burn. That’s just tough. No matter how much you hate me, you will have to love my wife and kids.

In truth, I think it would be unwise to send our kids to college unless they want to do things involving math and science. I mean, assuming we have to pay for it. For most people, College is the worst waste of money imaginable. You take incredibly stupid classes like Medieval French Poetry and English Lit., which you could just as easily learn on your own for nearly nothing, and you pay up to $90,000 per year. Think about that for a minute. Let’s say you take 10 courses per year, so $9,000 per course. So if you send your kid to Harvard, and he takes “Tacos, Tamales, and Tequila: Eating and Drinking in Ancient Mexico” (actual Harvard course), you and your retirement nest egg will shell out $200 per class session.

When I say liberal arts classes are incredibly stupid, I don’t mean the subjects are stupid, although many are. I mean it’s stupid to pay outrageous sums to learn these subjects.

A couple of years back, I felt bad about cheating in order to avoid failing a college course, so I bought all the books for the course and read them. It was torture. If you’ve read Homer and Sappho, you will understand. Nonetheless, it was very easy apart from the pain of the kidney-stone-rivaling boredom, and I’m confident I got just as much out of it as the people in my class who actually did the reading when they were young. I probably spent $250 for the books, and that’s a lot, but it’s better than going to Harvard and paying $200 per lecture for two semesters ($18000).

Actually, at Columbia, it would only run $12000 this year. Even Billy Mays would be shocked by a bargain like that.

Let’s be real. Unless you’re a 90th-percentile student in terms of sincerity and motivation, you’re not going to do the reading in literature classes. You’re going to pay thousands of dollars to be tested on your comprehension of Cliff’s Notes. Almost no one actually wants to read Don Quixote or Ulysses. You’re going to waste your parents’ money, do as little work as possible, and get a B unless you’re at either extreme on the grade curve. When you’re out in the world as a graduate, you will never look at the books you were forced to pretend to read, and they will only enrich your life to the extent that they make it easier to understand pretentious cultural references and answer Jeopardy questions.

What if, instead of paying $400,000 for my kids to learn how to be well-read waiters and cab drivers, I gave each one a subscription to IBD and The Value Line, handed over $400,000, and helped them to invest it? Three and three-quarters years later (college doesn’t really take 4 years), they would probably have net worths of $500,000 each, and we would probably have found clever, legal ways to put some of it in IRA’s. Where would their friends be? In those awful cubicles that trap most college graduates, grinding out sums little better than minimum wage, proving to the world how fungible they were. They would be commodities; my kids would be franchises.

What if they used the money to start businesses? They would probably be even better off, as long as they did it right. I could hook them up with wealthy mentors from SCORE who would advise them for nothing. Maybe they could get investors and avoid risking their own (my) capital. It worked for Arianna Huffington, who turned a balloon farm with zero profits into a fortune.

Now I’m thinking about Ulysses. I really tried to read it. I did it after college. I actually liked literature, and I figured there had to be something to the book. For 300 agonizing pages, I kept slogging, thinking the value of the novel would soon become apparent. It never did. It was unbearable and worthless. Even worse than Virginia Woolf’s The Lighthouse, which I read during my cheating penance.

Harvard has a course dedicated to Ulysses! I just checked! Imagine spending $9,000 to find out James Joyce was a horrible writer with nothing to say! Thanks, Mom and Dad! You’re going to die in blue Walmart vests, but it was all worth it!

I don’t get Joyce and Woolf. Are they supposed to be the Jackson Pollocks of literature? Was it innovative to write novels that had no plots, themes, memorable characters, wit, or messages? There is a “million monkeys at typewriters” joke in there somewhere. There should be a Million Monkeys book award.

When I was at Columbia, I took a creative writing course. Two semesters. What a waste of time and my dad’s money. The instructor was a guy named Michael Stephens. Nice guy. He had worked on a ship, so he had written a novella called Shipping Out. I actually bought it. Today, if you search for it, you will find almost no references to it. Those who can, do, and so on and so forth. When you take a STEM course at a good school, your instructor will probably be a top practitioner in his field. When you take a liberal arts course, you get people who got tired of working at The Olive Garden.

I’m not saying Mr. Stephens worked at The Olive Garden, but he wasn’t Herman Wouk.

The class was pleasant. We sat at a big table in the journalism building, which was cleverly named “Journalism”, and we were allowed to drink in class, so I would bring six-packs and share. The assignments were easy. Did they improve my writing? Of course not. We sat around and listened to Mr. Stephens talk about dharmas. The punchline of the dharma story is, “Take good care of my dharma,” in case you’re wondering. That will get you an A at your temple. It’s brilliant. Trust me; don’t try to understand why. Good American Hindus and Buddhists don’t figure things out. They just “get it.” Do what everyone else does. Pretend you got it.

No one is actually enlightened. The point is to smile a lot, say utterly meaningless things as though they were extremely important, and act like you’re high on something.

Apparently, if you want your own dharma, whatever it is, the key is to not care what other people think. That’s kind of strange, since leftists love Hinduism yet also hate people who don’t care what other people think. If it doesn’t bother you that they’re offended, you are worse than Hitler.

Maybe Trump has a huge dharma.

We also talked about the angry Irish-looking student and his girlfriend Mara Hennessy. I still remember that name. I am spelling it by sound. I didn’t have occasion to read it. Sounds like a Cognac heiress. She was very sweet and had a boxer’s nose. You don’t get one of those from happy relationships. I don’t know how she got hers, but I have suspicions. I missed one or two classes, and one night I returned and heard everyone talking about Mara and her boyfriend. Something about domestic violence and a threat toward Mr. Stephens involving a bat, and they would not be returning to class. That was interesting and sad, but not worth what my dad paid for it.

Wow. I just Googled. Her last name is Hennessey, and she married Buster Poindexter, AKA David Johansen. He’s the near-celebrity who played the weird-looking cab driver in the movie Scrooged. He has never been much of a national figure, but when I was in college, he was a big deal in New Jersey. That, in spite of being born on Staten Island. I remember seeing him on The Uncle Floyd Show. Or maybe I just thought I saw him. I drank a lot in college.

I realize you have no idea who Uncle Floyd Vivino is, and there is no valid reason to waste your time by telling you.

I will call the Irish-looking guy George, because I think that was his name. George wore a black wool overcoat, which was the standard outer garment of the Columbia tortured artist. If you didn’t like black, you could wear grey herringbone. If you really wanted to impress chicks with your torturedness, you also wore a keffiyeh around your neck, as though you actually cared about Palestinians. Columbia was heavily self-hating Jewish, so maybe the keffiyehs were intended to show the world how much Jewish kids disagreed with the productive capitalist podiatrists and orthodontists and landlords who paid their bills.

I always thought it was funny that you had to dress like all the other nonconformists if you wanted your nonconformity to be taken seriously. This was literally true.

Of course, virtually all of the tortured artists became various types of corporate drones, unless they became academics so they had cradle-to-grave security while continuing the rebel charade.

One of my friends practically worshiped a campus rebel named Elpidio. He was of Mexican descent. I don’t want to call an American a Mexican. Elpidio was all about the revolution and sticking it to the man. I remember when he came to our place to help us prepare guacamole for a party. He and I made it. He told me it wasn’t going to be a “sibli guac.” I am guessing at the spelling of the word “sibli,” which he said meant something like “sellout” or “bourgeois.” It was a Chicano revolutionary word. We didn’t have latinxs yet. Just Chicanos. We were going to have an authentic guerrilla guac worthy of Cesar Chavez, I guess. Worthy of being strained through Frida Kahlo’s moustache. I didn’t really know what he was talking about.

He ended up at Harvard Law.

The next time I heard of him, he was a corporate lawyer, representing McDonald’s against little people, some of them probably brown, whom McDonald’s didn’t want to pay. McDonald’s had one of those promotions where you, I don’t know, scratch something off a cup, maybe, and you get money. Greedy old Ronald wanted to make sure no one who was ineligible got any money, so they went after employees, their relatives, their friends…and Elpidio the tiger of the barrio was there to protect those precious capitalist gains. I thought that was hilarious. My friend thought Elpidio was an inspiration and a genius. I wonder if he ever read the McDonald’s story. Can’t recall whether I discussed it with him.

The herd leftists were really funny. They protested and posed, and then they went into academia or the business world to get financial security. They became exactly what they claimed they hated, and, remarkably, they continued to pretend to be rebels. Does this mean they changed? Of course not. It means they were never rebels; just liars who loved attention.

Where am I? Pretty far from where I started. I don’t really believe a new state law will prevent white people from being uncomfortable, but it’s amusing to read about it. I do think my children will be extremely privileged unless people connect them to me. I think it is unlikely that we’ll pay full tuition if they go to college. This is based on personal observation of the experiences of black students I have known well.

I think my kids should go into business and forget college. The true purpose of college is to ensure financial prosperity, and it does a poor job of that. In the process, it teaches people to hate God, love poisonous socialism, fornicate, experiment with perversion, and take drugs.

I hope Jesus returns before such decisions have to be made. I am ready to go. Today. Tomorrow. Yesterday. My main plan for the future is to intercede for others and try to help people know God. I’m not interested in establishing a dynasty in a gangrenous world.

Popeil Appeal

I guess I have a lot of nerve, because I have decided to second-guess the great Ron Popeil.

As some readers know, I recently picked up a Ronco Showtime rotisserie oven, unused, on Ebay. I felt I needed it. My dad had one, and it was great. My friend Mike has two of them. You would think nothing with the Popeil name on it could possibly be worth buying, what with all the attention his spray-on hair got, but it isn’t true. The original Showtime was a reasonably well-built product made in South Korea, and it did what he said it would do. It made great food.

It’s very weird that the Showtime has no present-day competitors. George Foreman sold rotisseries, but they vanished from the market. You can get vertical rotisseries, but they’re stupid. The fat runs off the food. No self-basting.

I’m going to guess the food Nazis are behind the vertical rotisserie problem. Who else would drive a policy that dumb? Competent cooking is literally impossible without fat, and fat is good for you, but people are still convinced it’s evil. What kind of fool would spend hundreds of dollars on a machine designed to cleanse food of the very thing that makes it delicious and juicy?

So far, I have cooked four things in the oven: a chicken, a rib roast, and two pork roasts. I learned a couple of things.

1. You have to be careful about applying too much salt, because the rotation of the spits makes it hard for things to run off the food. More of the salt will stay where you put it.

2. Some dishes would probably be better if the oven had a lower heat setting.

The pork roasts I fixed were magnificent. The rib roast I made was fine, but it was too salty. The chicken was done, but not done enough to be tender, and the skin was getting dark when I took it out of the oven.

The Showtime has three settings, but none of them have anything to do with heat. You get one heat setting, and you’re expected to accept it. The spit assembly can be placed in two different positions, one of which is farther from the heat, but the difference in heat that reaches the food is small.

I looked into ways to vary the heat, and I found three solutions, only one of which have I seen applied.

1. Attach a simmerstat to the oven.

2. Buy an AC speed control for power tools and splice it into the heating element circuit.

3. Put a diode and a switch in the same circuit.

A simmerstat is a device found on stove burners. It turns a burner on and off repeatedly. The overall effect is to lower the heat output. Depending on the ratio of on time to off time, you can get plenty of control. Because the simmerstat shuts the juice off instead of shunting it through a resistor, it doesn’t give off a lot of heat. Resistors always use up energy and give off heat. A stove burner coil is a resistor.

I do not know how a speed control works, but since they don’t heat up and catch fire, I know they don’t use big resistors. Maybe they work like simmerstats.

A diode will only pass current in one direction. A heating element in a Showtime oven runs on AC, which means the current switches direction 60 times per second. If you stick a diode in the circuit, half of the time, the circuit will not pass current. That means you should get something like a quarter of the energy output. For DC, it would be a quarter for sure. Don’t ask me about AC, because AC is somewhat different, but half is in the ballpark.

A Youtube genius got himself a big diode and a switch, and he modified his oven. Now he can cook stuff slowly when he wants to.

I considered the alternatives, and I decided to get a diode. A simmerstat or speed control would involve a lot of work to make it part of the oven, and I don’t think I really need a wide range of heat settings. I think high, low, and off will get the job done. I ordered a diode, an SPDT switch, and some spade connectors, and when they get here, I plan to roast a chicken. When I’m done working on the oven, it will look no different than it does now, but for a toggle switch on the control box.

Once the heat issue is solved, my only complaint will be that the top of the little broiler-style drip pan that sits in the bottom of the oven is hard to keep clean.

The oven literature says the pan is nonstick, but to me, it looks like plated steel covered with some kind of ceramic. It sticks to everything. Whenever I use the oven, I cover the pan and grate with foil and poke holes in the top for the grease, but stuff still burns onto the top.

I don’t trust the pan to remain rust-free in the dishwasher, but maybe it will. The new ones do. I need to find out. The dishwasher should remove nearly all of the crud.

I made my second pork roast last night, and it was superb. I will post the recipe, which is extremely simple. Obviously, it will also work in a conventional oven.

INGREDIENTS

pork roast (shoulder)
12 oz. apricot or peach nectar
2 tsp. pressed garlic
1 tsp. sage
1/2 tsp. salt
1 tbsp. butter
1/2 cup sweet Marsala or Harvey’s Bristol Cream

Salt your pork roast and let it sit for a while to take the salt in. Boil the other ingredients together until you get a thick syrup that doesn’t run. Cover the roast with the syrup and roast it however you want. Make sure you burn the outside a little to make a nice crust. You’re looking for around 150° on the inside. I think low and slow is the way to go, followed by increased heat to brown the crust.

I gave a 4-pound roast something like 25 minutes per pound, and it was excellent. Very juicy.

It would probably be even better to double the sauce and reapply it halfway through. It’s easier to apply the sauce once the roast is attached to the spits.

I like to bone my roasts and tie them back up, tightly, with twine. You save maybe $1.50 per pound for 5 minutes’ work. To make tying easy, use a butcher’s knot. Look it up.

You can’t imagine how good this tastes.

Smell the pork package at the store to make sure there is no boar taint. If you get a smelly roast anyway, you can brine it with baking soda to kill the stink.

I look forward to my first low-temperature chicken. Should be wonderful.

If You Did These Things, You Might Just be a Sociopath

Last night, I heard a new story about the most consistently disappointing person I’ve ever known.

This individual threw her life away on drugs, spent her fortune, lost her professional license, got convicted of a felony because she didn’t feel like completing a diversion program, lost her house and possessions, ended up in a homeless shelter, and was taken in by a kindly aunt. Once she was in her aunt’s home, she took over a guest room, made her aunt pay for her food, stained the carpet and furniture, and caused roaches to move in. She told her aunt she couldn’t be evicted because of coronavirus.

Here is the new story: when she was finally thrown out, the aunt found chewing gum stuck to the underside of her dinner table. Several big blobs. And her guest has very few teeth.

Human depravity is a marvel.

Before things turned completely sour, the aunt’s daughter offered to give this person a 2008 vehicle in very good shape. The offer was declined. She said she wanted a BMW.

Sit and let that soak in.

Hell doesn’t exist solely to punish. It also exists to bless the righteous by keeping the depraved out of their sight. When you’re in hell, the people in heaven can’t see you or hear you. They don’t get updates on you. They don’t visit. They never ask God to help you. They don’t think they owe you anything. They don’t remember you existed. You can’t put on a black outfit and a mask and go to heaven to riot for what you think are your rights.

This has to be one of the best things about heaven.

God told me it’s more important to get the wrong people out of your life than it is to bring the right people in. If you have 5 friends and one enemy whose presence is a stench in your nostrils, you’re better off cutting the enemy off than looking for a 6th friend.

I think hell is very important. I believe God will not annihilate a spirit, and this is consistent with the Bible. That means every evil being ever created still lives. Based on my observations of humanity, I also believe every spirit grows more powerful given sufficient time and opportunity. I think the pain of hell and the lake of fire isn’t just punishment; I think it prevents spirits from getting stronger and causing more problems. All they can focus on is their agony. People who claim they’ve visited hell and the lake of fire say the spirits in these places are close together in distance but completely alone when it comes to interaction. That makes sense to me, because it prevents them from unifying against God.

I am sure there are many people in hell who have never repented. I’m sure there are people there who still think they’re right and that God has mistreated them. I think that even if God somehow found a way to give them the opportunity to be saved, they would stand in the flames, curse him, and turn him down. I have been on Earth for several decades observing human nature, and my opinion is based on what I have seen.

It’s pleasant to think God has a plan for cleaning out hell and fixing the spirits who are confined there, but I have no reason to think that will happen, and there is a ton of evidence that it won’t.

It’s important to understand depravity and to admit it exists. Otherwise, you will always see God as cruel and unfair for building the lake of fire.

I have learned that most people do not believe in depravity. We love to say people are basically good. That’s completely wrong. The very best of us may be good by human standards, but by God’s standards, all human beings are filthy and evil. We all deserve hell, and many of us are so vile we should be killed on sight. As I write this, babies and children are being raped, tortured, and murdered by people who are not merely able to tolerate it but extremely aroused sexually. Slaves are being beaten. Doctors are tearing the unborn apart and thinking about the money they’re making. In order to stand this life, we develop the habit of avoiding thinking about the evil around us and inside us, but it’s always there.

Pride tells us we’re not so bad. No wonder homosexuals call their movement “pride.” We can’t see God sitting on the throne, so we have no idea what good looks like. We therefore decide we must be good.

When you know someone who is extremely depraved, the only people who will believe your stories about that person are other people who know the depraved. Everyone else who hears what you say will think you’re a self-righteous bastard. Sometimes people who don’t believe you will take up a depraved person’s cause and give them things like housing and money. Trying to do what the bastard should have done. Then what happens a little later? They call and express their amazement at the depravity. Either they’re mad at you because you didn’t warn them, although you did, or they want to apologize over and over for not believing you.

The death penalty exists for a reason. Life without parole exists for a reason. Solitary confinement exists for a reason.

They say a conservative is a liberal who got mugged. That principle is at work in our dealings with the depraved. There are some lessons the proud can’t learn except from experience. If you won’t trust an honest person who tries to warn you, and you think you know better and that you’re morally superior, bad things will happen to you.

There is always symmetry in the supernatural. There are many beings who harm us simply by existing and being seen and heard by us. It’s easy to hurt other people simply by being perceived in some way. Think about women who dress like sluts. They tempt and corrupt men just by showing up. Think about pop musicians who put filth in our minds every time we hear them. Consider perverts who perform public displays of affection in front of children. Consider people who wear T-shirts with obscene slogans on them. It’s very easy to harm people simply by being seen or heard, and people who do that kind of harm also hurt us when they interact with us. To protect yourself from some people, it’s not enough to try to coexist peacefully. You have to be in a place where they can’t go.

On the other hand, by symmetry, there is one being who benefits us every time we see him, hear him, read his words, pray to him, or think about him. God’s presence is joy, love, peace, faith, and healing. Unless he has given up on you, which happens all the time, to be near him is to be blessed, even when he criticizes or chastises you. God is completely beneficial. By symmetry, he is the counterpart of depravity. He helps us to become like him so we are beneficial, too. Children are supposed to take after their father, and he is literally the father of Holy-Spirit-filled Christians.

I don’t regret discarding people. I have never discarded anyone who wasn’t a minus. I never wish I had any of them back. I am glad they’re gone. I thank God for their absence a lot, and I ask him to keep them away until they change. Some, I just want gone, period, because I know they won’t change. I quit praying for them.

Maybe some of them will be redeemed eventually, but most will be separated from me eternally, so why maintain destructive relationships that will end when I die?

It’s fascinating, the way the universe works. It’s remarkable that no one teaches us these things. I have never seen the ideas I am explaining anywhere. This knowledge could save many millions of people a lot of unnecessary suffering, but it’s just not out there for them to see.

Preachers generally do not hear from the Holy Spirit. To get God’s guidance, you have to pray in tongues a lot, and you have to like being corrected. You can’t be proud. You can’t defend yourself. They don’t hear from God, so they make up crazy doctrine, and they feed it to people and tell them it’s true. People believe it, because they don’t pray in tongues either. Then they stop looking for the truth, which is much better.

Everyone is supposed to hear from God, every day. It’s not just for guys with strange, gigantic hats and self-glorifying robes. It’s not just for people who have TV cameras pointed at them. God knows who you are, and he has been waiting for an opportunity to teach you, but if you are convinced that some old monk in a creepy robe or some grinning jackass with a church the size of a basketball stadium has all the answers, you will never get what God has prepared for you.

Other people can’t teach you everything anyway. There is just too much revelation. You need God to explain it.

I wish somebody would give me a free 2008 car. I’d be all over that like a duck on a June bug.

EUREKA

Aside from the day I “met” my wife (online) or the day we married–no, wait–aside from the day I accepted salvation, the day I received the baptism with the Holy Spirit, AND the days I “met” and married my wife (bases covered now), today is the most triumphant day of my life. I stuck it to the greenies by modifying my old-fashioned eco-hostile washing machine to make the inlet valve easier to clean, and I made the best thin pizza I have ever had.

I got myself a Maytag Commercial washer from Lowe’s last year. It would have been better to get a sister model from another vendor, because the Lowe’s job has a shorter warranty, but I needed a washer fast, and Lowe’s was ready. I got the washer because my old clothes-fermenting Samsung washer was making new noises.

The people who used to own this house weren’t cheap, so they got very expensive laundry machines. Unfortunately, they bought them after Uncle Sam (more like Aunt Sam or maybe Uncle Rupaul) ruined washers with stupid environmentalist rules. Newer washers use too little water, and they never dry out, so they make clothing stink with mildew. There is no remedy for this. If you’ve ever stood next to someone and assumed he smelled like mildew because he was a filthy person, you were almost certainly wrong. Everyone who uses a greenie machine smells like mildew on warm days.

My Samsung started making noise, and I leapt for joy, because I was awaiting the day when I would have an excuse to junk it. I didn’t even consider having it repaired. I had already done my research. Speed Queen used to make good washers, but they stopped. Maytag was the best option.

The Maytag will do a load of clothes in 27 minutes instead of the 90 minutes the Samsung needed, and it only has minimal electronics, so I don’t have to worry about trying to buy a discontinued computer in the future. It uses tons of water, and it dries out between uses. It’s the best.

Problem: the inlet screens were not removable.

Washers typically have hot and cold water inlets in the back, and these inlets are almost always fitted with internal plastic screens you can pull out and clean. This keeps rocks out of your clothing. I can’t believe tiny rocks will damage clothes, and I doubt they hurt washers, since washing machine instructions never say, “Don’t put muddy clothes in machine.” The screens are there, however, so you have to live with them.

My water has a lot of rocks in it, so every few months, the washer starts making scary sounds. Then it quits. The first time this happened, I thought it was broken. No. It was just whining.

I saw that the inlet screens were full of crud, so I tried to pull one out. It would not budge. I couldn’t get it out with pliers. Turning it didn’t help. It wasn’t screwed in. It was a permanent fixture.

Things like this remind me that every engineering class has a bottom 5%.

To clean the screens, I had to pull the washer out into the room, remove the hoses, and use things like an old toothbrush. Unacceptable.

I didn’t want to butcher the original valve. Some day I may need warranty service, and I don’t want the lonely Maytag guy to look at my modified valve, tell me I’ve been a bad boy, and refuse to work on the machine. I decided it was worth it to buy a whole new valve assembly. I forget what it cost. Probably around $60.

I also bought some removable screens made for other washers. You can find them on Amazon. I got 4 for about $7.

I took the new valve and ripped the screens out of it. I shoved new ones in. They fit perfectly. I was ready. I stored the valve assembly in the laundry room and waited for the day when the washer started whining again. Today is that day.

In order to get the old valve out, I had to take the control panel off the machine. That was impossible, because it was held on with special Torx screws that require bits with cavities in the ends. Tamper-proof screws, because, as everyone knows, repairing your own belongings is TAMPERING. I gave up and called Maytag.

Are you high? Do you really think I don’t have a huge supply of tamper-proof bits? Did you seriously fall for that? I got the bits out, took the washer apart, slapped the new valve in there so it looked OEM, stored the old valve, and washed my clothes.

The next time the rocks build up, I can remove a hose, pull a screen out, rinse it in the sink, reverse the procedure, and go back to making pizza or whatever. If the washer develops any other problems during the warranty period, I’ll put the old valve back in before the repair guy arrives.

Is it wrong to play warranty tricks on Maytag? Sometimes. If I had a CNC shop, and I decided to make my own souped-up washer transmission, and it ruined the machine, it would be wrong to put the old transmission back in and pretend it had always been in there. Inlet screens are different. The screens I put in do the same job the old ones did, only better. It will be impossible for them to harm the machine. It would be unfair for Maytag to use inlet screens as an excuse to cheat me out of warranty work.

Corporations play that game sometimes. Some won’t touch a product that has been opened by a consumer. That’s just plain evil, so I don’t feel bound to cooperate.

I only have a three-year warranty, and I probably won’t get to use it, so I don’t think my subterfuge will ever come into play in a repair situation. I still think the money I spent on the new valve was well worth it. A non-warranty repair on a major part could cost a great deal. Also, inlet valves go bad often, and now I have a replacement valve ready to go.

As for pizza, today I had the best thin pizza ever, from any source, anywhere. I am done searching. I’m sure I will continue tinkering, but the recipe I used is recorded and stored, and unless a miracle happens and I manage to improve it, I will use it until I die.

The best thing about it is that it didn’t take a day or more to prepare. People claim you have to let dough ferment for over a day, preferably in a refrigerator. I did that a few days back, and today’s pizza, which rose over about 4 hours, was better. The texture and flavor were magnificent. It puffed up nicely. It had big bubbles, which I like. It browned beautifully. I literally start to drift into a dream state when I close my eyes and remember how it tasted.

I used the last recipe I posted here. I made the dough with cold water to slow down the rise, and I proofed it at 75° on my kitchen counter, on a pan, under a glass bowl to reduce evaporation. It took around 4 hours, not 24. I suppose it could be 2% better if Gordon Ramsay moved in and worked on it for a month, but I have never eaten its equal.

For cheese, I used about 3 ounces of Boar’s Head low-moisture, whole milk mozzarella from the Publix deli, sliced, combined with Sargento thin-sliced provolone. I put the provolone on top because it doesn’t burn easily. Anyone can find these cheeses or their equivalents. No Internet orders or road trips needed.

Walmart sells LMWM mozzarella in blocks for $3.68 per pound. I plan to try it. Boar’s Head costs $10 per pound, which is impossible to justify based on the manufacturer’s cost. If other companies can sell it for less than half that price, Boar’s Head has to be overpriced.

I plan to get a piece of steel for pizza. People say steel is better than a pizza stone. A good pizza steel only costs $139 on the web, so why not?

You believed that? You really thought I would pay that? I’m going to my metal dealer. I’ll bet I can get a 15″ square of 3/8″ plate for under $25.

I don’t know what kind of tool-illiterate leggings-wearing morphodite would pay $140 for a piece of steel plate, but he isn’t me.

It must seem silly for a grown man to get so excited about pizza, but I have been trying to get to this point for decades. I summited the Sicilian pizza mountain 12 years ago, but I was never completely certain my thin pizza was perfect until today. It was good. No restaurant I knew could touch it. But it wasn’t my dream New-York-style pie.

This must be how Edison felt when he stumbled on tungsten.

The only thing left for me to perfect is fried chicken. I have no other food Everests to conquer. There are innumerable things I don’t know how to cook, but then I don’t want to cook them. I know how to make everything I want.

Except chicken.

Pizza is unbelievably difficult. An ideal pizza you picture in your mind is an extremely elusive target. When you make recipe changes you are sure will work, they will often move you further away from your goal. It’s maddening. The really annoying thing about it is that once you get your recipe dialed in, making it over and over is simple. The execution is a joke. The search for the recipe is what crushes your soul.

I ate an entire 12″ pizza earlier, and I want to make another one right now, even though I’m not hungry. I want to relive my victory. I’m not going to do it, but I want to.

I bought two pounds of cheese today. I may have to chain myself to something.

My Greens are Greener Than Your Greens

It’s amazing how stupid people are. Unfortunately, I am a person, so my generalization applies to me.

When I was a kid, there was no such thing as a plastic trash bag. People put their trash in paper grocery bags that leaked and tore. Garbage was disgusting. You would simply throw your bags into your rusty galvanized can, and it would rot and ooze until pickup day. The cans stank even when they were empty. Indoor cans also stank and had to be washed out. It’s not like that today. I have indoor cans that have never been washed, thanks to plastic bags. They still look and smell new, apart from the holes my pets have chewed in them.

Digression: I use the words “trash” and “garbage” interchangeably, because the dictionary gives pretty much identical definitions for them. A lot of people think “trash” means dry stuff like paper, but Mr. Webster disagrees.

It’s sort of remarkable that the human race didn’t start using plastic as its default material for trash bags until I was out of diapers. In patent law, one of the requirements for a new patent is that the invention must be “nonobvious,” and that means it’s not obvious to “one skilled in the art.” The use of plastic for trash bags should have been obvious to everyone, not just bag manufacturers. Plastic bags already existed. For some reason, the little wires in people’s heads didn’t touch, and we were deprived of a great boon for a disgracefully long time.

The Internet says plastic bags were first used for institutional trash in 1950, and Glad introduced plastic trash bags to the public in 1966. They took a surprisingly long time to catch on. Paper bags were commonly used during the first few years of the next decade.

We didn’t have trash bags, but we did have Baggies. These were thin polyethylene bags for food storage. People put them in lunchboxes and so on. They came with little wire ties because the bags didn’t have zipper closures on them. Baggies, or a similar product, were introduced in 1957, so why did consumer trash bags take so long?

When zipper bags came out, the writing was on the wall for Baggies. When I go to the store, I can’t find Baggies. I guess they were discontinued long ago.

I have bought zipper bags for decades. I don’t like them. They’re small and expensive, and the zippers often fail. The zippers are stiff, so the zipper end of a bag always has to be relatively straight. You can’t gather it up.

Really cheap people wash them and reuse them, but who wants to do that? It comes across like a mental disorder, and the bags take forever to dry. Said the guy who actually tried it.

I used to walk around in grocery stores, lamenting the absence of Baggies, pushing a cart containing produce I had stuffed in bags that were almost exactly like Baggies. Again, the little wires failed to make contact.

I started eating salads for breakfast recently, and that means I had to deal with lettuce. I ended up with a storage problem.

It all began with concerns about washing lettuce. I wondered if it was really necessary. I doubted restaurants did it. Washing lettuce is time-consuming, and in the end, you get wet lettuce which is hard to dry.

I checked the web to learn whether washing lettuce was actually important, and I read some disgusting stuff. Evidently, it really is important. Things like sand, bugs, worms, frogs, and fecal bacteria are found on vegetables, even if the packaging says, “Pre-washed.”

As if it were necessary, I am reminded why I have no respect for vegetarians. They love telling us they’re “eating clean” and that meat makes us sick. They also have a big bias against cooked food. Guess what? Frog poop isn’t clean, but a nice steak is. Bacteria can’t do much to the inside of a steak, because it takes them weeks to get there. Microbes can’t do much to people who eat cooked food, because cooking kills germs. Their precious salads kill lots of people every year! Have you ever noticed that nearly all germ-related food recalls involve vegetables?

Okay, that’s not totally true. Ground beef gets a few recalls. But it’s worth the risk, because it’s meat!

You can use a device called a salad spinner. It’s basically a spinning colander in a bowl. You spin your greens and hope the water goes out through the holes. I started looking for a salad spinner. I could not find one that didn’t get awful reviews. They break. They warp in the dishwasher. They’re useless.

OXO used to make a good one, but of course, they quit and replaced it with one that falls apart.

Until I figure out what to do about a salad spinner, I will be rinsing lettuce in the sink and standing the leaves up in a colander to dry. Then I have to store the ones I don’t eat right away. That involves bags.

I can use gallon zip bags at a minimum of about 13 cents each. Okay, I admit it. This adds up to maybe $12 per year, so I can probaby swing it, but it still annoyed me. The bags are not as versatile as a produce bag, they hold a lot less, and I can get produce bags for three cents each.

Needless to say, I just ordered 700 produce bags off Ebay.

“Wow, an eccentric saved himself $7 per year. Why should I care?” I’ll tell you why.

I have a big roll of Costco plastic wrap. It’s useful for covering bowls, but that’s about it. When you wrap things like cheese and bread, it’s a pain to use. It clings to itself and wads up, and you can never open it up so you can use its full length and width. It’s narrow, so it can be hard to get it to cover a dish or bowl well without using several wraps.

It gets on my nerves.

A big ol’ produce bag will hold a fairly large dish or bowl. You can just shove it in there. The bag won’t stick to itself, either.

“The bag won’t close!” Sure it will. If whatever you put in it is under a certain size, you can tie an overhand knot in the open end of the bag. If it’s bigger, you can rest the bag on top of the open end, closing it.

It’s genius.

Obvious genius.

I can also use a produce bag to line the bottom of Marv’s pooping basket. I have a big basket for him, and he sits on the handle when he has to poop. When I’m lucky. I used to put newspapers in the bottom, but I quit subscribing. A three-cent bag will do the job fine.

I already use big cheap bags to line his cage. They’re fantastic. So much cleaner and easier to handle than paper. Every day, he gets a new bag. His poop tray stays clean.

I bought the cheap bags for him, but now I use them for trash.

I found that trash bags ran around a quarter apiece, which is ridiculous. We buy very tough bags when we don’t really need them. If you’re a lazy sack of manure, and you only take your trash out once a week, okay, maybe you need a strong bag. You’ll want something tough so you can crush the trash every day with your shoe to make room, and while the trash is sitting in your kitchen, it will rot and feed roaches, ants, and mice. If you’re a clean person, you’ll remove all the edible garbage from the inside of your house every night, and you’ll get rid of it before it causes problems. You only need your bags to hold a reasonable amount of trash, and they don’t have to hold it very long.

I buy 30-gallon bags for 10 cents each. They’re wonderful. A truck just pulled up and dropped 1500 of them on my porch.

I was an idiot to buy Hefty bags. They’re for suckers. There’s a reason why you never see them at malls, stadiums, and so on. Their crews use cheap bags like mine.

I can still use zip bags and plastic wrap for certain purposes, but basically, I have switched over.

If I still lived in Coral Gables, where the nutbars have banned economical, environmentally sound plastic grocery bags, I would buy a stack of those bags and take them to the store with me. I would drop them in front of the cashier and say, “You encourage people to bring their own bags. Eat your words, baby.”

There is a ban on providing plastic bags for customers. There is no ban on customer-owned plastic.

I may get a couple of rolls of mid-size produce bags, between my trash bags and the produce bags I just ordered.

Of course, I feel bad about filling landfills with so much plastic. It probably adds up to half a pound per month. Clearly a crisis. I’m sure it would be a lot better to use several pounds of paper bags which never degrade once they’re covered with fresh trash. Your greenie virtue-signaling bags will still be intact when your great-great-grandchildren are in assisted living. Then there’s the environmental damage associated with the paper industry.

Don’t think about it. Listen to great geniuses like Jessica Alba and Whoopi Goldberg. How can they be wrong if they’re famous?

Greetings, Fellow Racist Pigs

As part of my program of submitting to wokational traing and becoming as woke-tified as humanly possible, I am here to deliver my daily whiteness confession. I just caught myself whistling “Jingle Bells” in the kitchen.

As you surely must know, if you were educated according to Wokandan guidelines, “Jingle Bells” is a racist anthem, and anyone who sings it or plays it or whistles it in his kitchen full of WHITE cabinets is a vile racist of the lowest order.

Being a racist, I had no idea “Jingle Bells” was problematic until a day or two ago, when I read that a school board somewhere had banned it from schools, right before issuing a bulleting declaring that it had not, in fact, been banned. It had merely been removed from consideration for being sung in schools, which is totally not a ban.

It seems like a ban to me, but then I am a racist, so my opinion is white and therefore invalid.

The explanation seems to be that “Jingle Bells” was performed by minstrels during the 19th century. Also, it contains references to snow, and, well, do I even have to explain?

I know my caucasian contributions don’t mean anything, but I have to wonder if we’ve gone far enough. Minstrels used musical instruments. Shouldn’t we ban those? Especially instruments like the banjo, which are mostly white. We should also ban the clarinet, because it’s black, and white musicians force it to do their will. The black clarinet makes all the noise, and the white man gets all the money.

Minstrels often wore hats and gloves, so those must be white supremacist symbols. Maybe we should abandon clothing entirely. After all, guess who used to pick cotton?

I told my African wife about “Jingle Bells,” and she thought the whole thing was asinine, but then she’s a sellout race traitor who married the problem of whiteness.

I feel bad about typing the phrase “Jingle Bells.” It’s incredibly offensive and packed with triggeration. Maybe we should come up with something less inappropriate. How about “Jinga Bells”? Totally different. Or we could just say “The JB-Song.”

It’s getting really hard to parody wokism. No matter what implausible excess you conjure up, you will usually find it has already been outdone by reality. Life has become an Ionesco play.

In other apocalypse-related news, I just learned that a bill has been PASSED (not merely proposed) that will require new cars to contain remotely-accessible kill switches. Also, cars will have to be able to “monitor” our performance to determine whether we are “impaired.”

This is beautiful. Saw it coming. So did everyone else who wasn’t in a coma. I think it’s fantastic, because it means our totalitarian near-future, and by extension, the apocalypse and man’s need to repent and get to know God, are being rubbed in our noses. We need that.

They already know where we go, using government cameras, private security cameras, cell phone records, computerized tolls, license tag scanners, and those obvious roadside sensors they have never explained to us. Now they will be able to keep us from going.

Let’s see. There are states with voter registration systems that work off driver’s licenses. All cars have to be registered, too, so they know who owns which cars. If you’re not a Democrat, the Deep State will be able to limit or end your driving privileges by pushing buttons a long way off. Won’t that be nice?

What if conservatives want to have a rally in a known location? Sorry. Might have to walk while Antifa and BLM drive. What if civil war comes, and the leftist side has the power to turn the opposition into pedestrians?

What if you really need to run from the government? That’s not crazy talk. The government is going full-throttle Nurse Ratched. If prophecy pans out the way it looks like it will, imprisonments and beheadings will be real possibilities for dissidents before long. If you want to save yourself, you’ll be limited to rollerblades.

What if the Deep State just plain thinks you drive too much? So much carbon! What if they decide you get a thousand miles per month, and you hit the thousand mark a week early? What a great concept. Rationing liberty.

Don’t worry about hackers, though. Our government knows how to keep them out of sensitive systems. It’s not like they’ve ever gotten into networks belonging to government agencies, OVER AND OVER.

So if you have a crazy ex-husband who’s into murder-suicide, don’t worry. He will never be able to pay a pimply non-binary to shut your engine down while you’re trying to beat him to a police station.

The kill switches will never go off accidentally, either. Computers never crash or malfunction. You’ll never get stuck in your truck 40 miles from the nearest city in below-zero weather.

We can now look forward to a future in which we have to beg and comply in order to use our vehicles. If coronavirus persists and gets worse, it will be a perfect storm. No stores or restaurants for you without a vaccine passport. No driving, either.

This stuff is all going to happen. You need to accept it and stop hoping Trump’s AR-15 army will save America. The new Nuremberg era started years ago.

We have already been crippled on social media. Governors and mayors have assumed powers no one ever thought they had 5 years ago. Corporations are turning against us. White people have almost disappeared from TV commercials. Churches have been shut down.

You may think things aren’t that bad right now. Well, they weren’t that bad for Jews when the Nazis began taking their rights away incrementally. Things got worse for the Jews, and they will get worse here for anyone who seems to be associated with Bible-believing Christianity. And the Jews. They never escape notice.

When things really hit the fan, you may have no car, no credit cards, a frozen bank account, no cell service, no electricity or water, and a face that has been fed into the Antichrist’s nifty nationwide or global facial-recognition database.

It’s disgusting how tech-minded, God-dismissing people want to turn us into a big colonial organism with a digital nervous system that connects all the parts. It’s amazing they have so much faith in the collective. Governments are stupid and cruel. History shows us that. It should be obvious that we need distancing from each other and the coercion forced intimacy brings. We need government with inefficiency and blind spots. We need to be able to get away with things sometimes.

Tech people tend to be sort of autistic about the way social groups act. They lack empathy. They are ignorant of the lessons history has taught us about authoritarianism. They are not aware that government is inherently evil and has to be restrained.

They will learn, the same way all proud, ignorant people learn. From their own self-destruction. Their colonial organism will favor them at first, because they’ll design favor into it, but it will turn on them. No one can count on the approval of an authoritarian collective for life. Ask Leon Trotsky.

You can’t remain one of the cool kids forever.

I don’t want to be closer to humanity. I don’t want other people’s reeking, putrid values or their stupid, peer-pressure-based, wrong opinions. I will never be part of the “family.” If your global family is bound together by wires and satellites, I reject it. I don’t care what you ate today; I don’t want to see it on Facebook. I don’t want to know what airheads like Chrissy Teigen, George Takei, and Greta Thunberg think of my ethos.

The walls of the fishbowls we live in are getting thinner every day, so my advice is to prepare to abandon ship. You’re not going to come to a peaceful equilibrium with the children of Satan. Equilibrium has never interested their father.

Full Refund if You’re not Satisfied

My wife and I finally made a move that should have been obvious. I posted a video offering people free prayer.

The pandemic has had people glued in place. There is less face-to-face interaction than there used to be. Travel is also hard. My wife is not here, we can only get together a few times per year, and I don’t see other people often. The other day it occurred to me that we could still do something for the kingdom of heaven. By posting the video, I made it possible for us to be helpful even when we’re apart and unable to be with others.

The basic pitch is this: tell us what you want us to pray about, and we will do it. Obviously, we will not pray for stupid things. We will not pray your ex-wife gets eaten by a shark. We will not pray God helps you beat the casinos. But we are available to people who have problems like addiction, poverty, mental illness, diseases, and so on. The catch is that we will also pray for them to become Holy-Spirit-filled Christians.

Having put the video up, I had a surprising thought. I realized I had never seen another channel offering prayer.

I know of one guy–Mark Hemans–who holds Zoom meetings and posts the video on Youtube. I don’t know of anyone who does what we’re doing.

I’ve seen tons of Christians trying to sell books. I’ve seen them beg for money for their weird projects. I’ve seen people like Kat Kerr and Johnny Enlow, delivering ludicrous fake prophecies in order to avoid honest work. I’ve seen people who were very concerned about the apocalypse and who wanted to share their revelations and dreams. Of course, I’ve seen the TBN crowd, slandering the Holy Spirit by pretending God rewards the poor for sending them their mortgage payments and electricity money. I just haven’t seen financially disinterested Christians offering to pray.

There must be some out there. I should look for them. It’s so obvious; shouldn’t everyone be doing it?

I made it clear we will not accept money or anything else from people. We have no plans to start living off the gospel.

Prior to posting the video, I had felt stagnant. We interceded for people, but we found ourselves praying for the same individuals over and over, and most of them didn’t seem to benefit. I believe people’s problems always stem from their relationships with God, and most people don’t want to change. They want healing, money, and so on, but they don’t want to give themselves to God, admit fault, or turn over new leaves. Their attitudes limit their results.

My hope is that by using Youtube, we will encounter new people who are better prospects.

At least we’ll be doing something other than thinking about ourselves and our plans. That will be nice.

We are still working on travel plans. I believe Omicron will be nearly gone from most of the world by February 1. If it weren’t for that, I’d be in a hurry. It seems like a bad idea to travel until the peak has passed. I’m not afraid of Omicron, because it’s about like a cold, but who wants a cold? Rhodah and I went to Egypt and Turkey, and I got sick both times. That’s plenty.

I expect coronavirus to become a minor issue before spring. Whether that will last, I can’t guess. Maybe a really serious and highly contagious variant will emerge later in the year, and Omicron won’t give us much resistance to it. I think we are very likely to have several months of relief in 2022, either way.

Of course, I am concerned because travel will become unpleasant if restrictions drop and people storm the airports. In Egypt and Turkey, we didn’t have to deal with crowds. We got to fly on planes that weren’t very full. What if we get approved to go to Switzerland or some other dream destination just as jets start filling to the ceiling?

Rhodah had a dream last night. She was at our house, and she was hanging laundry out to dry. A man she was in a toxic relationship parked his car outside the gate and started questioning her about our marriage. He was not happy about it. She told him she really loved me, and she also told him to get lost.

We feel he represents the supernatural influence of spirits that work in Zambia. They don’t want her to leave. On the one hand, Zambia is a Christian nation, unlike the United States, but on the other, there is a great deal of witchcraft there, and cursing other people is a very popular pastime. I doubt the spirits that killed Rhodah’s parents and kept her single are happy about her departure.

She thinks things must be going well with her green card application. She thinks spirits know it’s about to be approved, so they are attacking in order to sow doubt.

If Rhodah gets her visa soon, we can forget about traveling three or four times a year. Our next non-American destination should be our last for quite some time.

The earliest we can expect a green card is the beginning of next month. If that doesn’t happen, it could be as late as June. Either way, I don’t think we’ll need to travel again more than twice.

Of course, Rhodah wants to travel after we’re together. Last year was pretty exciting for her. I don’t know if she has prepared for the possibility that our globetrotting ways might change soon.

A Youtuber I follow posts videos featuring prophecies. Sometimes he talks about other things. He just spoke about a woman he knows. She’s a big prayer warrior. He says her life doesn’t go well. She has suffered a lot.

He says God manifested himself to her recently and asked her whether she wanted to stay here and complete the job she was called to do or leave. She said she couldn’t answer the question. Her heart started fluttering as though she were having an attack. She felt peace come over her, and she fell asleep.

She believes God knew she was about to have a heart attack, so he came to her. It’s not clear, but it seems she thinks he got her through it.

She says her impression is that her future work involves a time of tremendous suffering for the world. She mentioned something from Revelation 6. In that book, when the sixth seal opens, people call on rocks and mountains to fall on them and hide them from the anger of Jesus.

This got me thinking. I believe in a pre-tribulation rapture. All the evidence seems to point to it. Noah’s family was lifted off the earth before the flood. Lot’s family was saved from Sodom before it was destroyed. The Hebrews walked out of the Red Sea before it closed up on the Egyptians. Jesus told the church of Philadelphia it would be spared the hour of temptation that would come upon the entire world, and he was clearly speaking about the future.

If the rapture comes before the tribulation, why would this lady foresee working for God during a worldwide catastrophe predicted in Revelation 6? Shouldn’t she be gone by then?

When I read the Revelation, it appears there are two parts to the final set of miseries that will hit the earth. The first part takes place after the sixth seal is opened. The Bible says people will be terrified, but it doesn’t say there will be global destruction and death.

After the sixth seal is opened, God will seal 144,000 sons of Israel in their foreheads so they will not be harmed. Then a huge number of people appear before God in white robes. They must be in heaven, because they are assembled around his throne. I don’t see any indication the 144,000 will be in heaven at this time.

The people in the great assembly before God are said to have come out of great tribulation, but is it THE tribulation? Every Christian who is serious experiences persecution on Earth. Perhaps these people are the raptured. Perhaps they have been persecuted, but they haven’t experienced the tribulation which destroys the world. After all, the ruin of the world doesn’t take place until the seventh seal is opened.

I’m inclined to think there will be great fear on Earth before the tribulation. This may be what the lady who had the visitation foresaw.

Or maybe she could be wrong about the whole thing.

When I listened to the video, I didn’t understand why someone who was described as close to God would suffer so much on Earth. I have found that if I pray in tongues enough and try to be honest with God, things go pretty smoothly. I have challenges, but they don’t overcome me. Shouldn’t things that work for me work for others?

Of course, maybe she’s not praying in tongues.

The Bible is full of promises of peace and victory, so it’s hard for me to believe a Christian who is doing things well can have a difficult life. Paul suffered a lot, but then he was also a proud and angry man. Maybe he caused himself unnecessary problems. He went to Jerusalem after a prophet warned him he would be imprisoned if he did, uttering what seemed like a proud remark about his dedication to God. He also appealed to the Romans to save him when he got in trouble instead of going to God.

Paul was not perfect.

I have noticed that people who claim to have spoken with Jesus face to face don’t always get their problems solved, and they don’t come away with all the answers. It seems that Jesus doesn’t automatically make up for the gaps in your knowledge just because he visits you or you visit heaven. Teaching people is the job of the Holy Spirit, and we are supposed to access his knowledge through things like prayer in tongues and prophecy.

A pilot named Dale Black says he died in a plane crash and visited heaven. He has a ministry now. He talks with great confidence about many things, but I wonder if he really knows all that much.

He made a lot of money during his career, after the crash, and then, according to him, he sold a business worth $11 million and went into full-time ministry. A little while back, he posted a video asking people to give him $200,000 for a down payment on a piece of land for an off-the-grid Christian pre-tribulation compound.

I had questions.

If he amassed that much wealth, how could he find himself unable to make a down payment on a piece of land? Why would he borrow? The Bible says the borrower is the servant of the lender. It says the righteous will lend and not borrow. Okay, maybe God told him to spend his money on ministry and charity, so maybe the money is gone, but since when does God tell people to beg or borrow? The word says, “Yet have I not seen the righteous forsaken nor his seed begging bread.” If God is really behind this project, I would expect him to provide enough to buy the land outright.

Why would this man go live in the wilderness? I live on a farm, and I want to stay in the country so leftist mobs don’t find me a convenient prey, but I’m not planning to build an apocalypse bunker a hundred miles from humanity and stock it with dried food. I don’t expect to remain on Earth long enough to make that kind of investment necessary, and if I ran off to the woods and hid, how would I be useful to the people God put me here to reach? Carnal millionaires are building weird shelters in remote areas, as rats and gophers would do if they could prepare for disasters. It’s selfish, holing up with a few Christians and hiding food from everyone else while the world disintegrates. It doesn’t sound like something God would tell Christians to do.

The Bible says, “He who loves his life will lose it.” We are not supposed to hold onto this life too hard.

His resurrection story seems convincing to me, but I don’t think he received all the answers. Maybe I’m wrong.

If God spoke to the lady with the heart problem, it doesn’t necessarily mean he corrected all her errors.

Jesus visited me twice, but I can’t stand on those experiences and tell people I should be pope. What I learned was extremely important, but I learned very little. Most of what I know was imparted to me much later, after I was given a strong habit of prayer in tongues.

There are people who say they’ve died and returned, who say they have important instructions from Jesus, yet they don’t mention prayer in tongues, which is incredibly important. I know for a fact that it is essential, but these people do not, and they say they spoke to Jesus. I don’t think he told them everything. Mankind has a responsibility to educate itself, and Jesus will let us remain ignorant even if he visits us.

I’ve seen testimonies from people who were injured badly, lost consciousness, and spoke to Jesus. Some say he told them they would eventually heal, without saying he healed them with miraculous speed. Some of them went through very long periods of healing that didn’t bring total restoration.

That doesn’t make sense to me. If Jesus came to your hospital room in the flesh, he would heal you extremely quickly. There is no doubt of that. He never gave anyone a partial or slow healing in the Bible. I think the people who took a long time to heal, or who didn’t heal completely, must not have had enough faith and knowledge to get it done, or maybe they had things of which they needed to repent. I assume they didn’t make up their encounters.

There is a real tendency for people who have had encounters with God to think they know everything. It’s just not true. They may also try to convince others what happened to them is the best outcome possible when it is not.

It’s very important to learn. John made it clear we are to learn from the Holy Spirit. The Bible is very useful, but translations are never unambiguous, any more than the original Hebrew, Aramaic, and Greek were. Anyone can read diligently and still be wrong. You have to pray in tongues and ask for revelation and wisdom.

If you know what you should do to get knowledge, and you don’t do it, God will probably let you flounder in ignorance until you die.

Rhodah and I prayed for the man who makes the videos, as well as the lady he talked about. I hope things get better and better for them.