Greatness is Behind us; Ahead, the Abyss

I generally avoid looking at the news. It’s written by dishonest and deceived people who don’t know God, and the enemy uses it to destroy faith, denigrate Christianity, and promote all sorts of sin and perversion. It’s generally not helpful, and as I have noted in the past, Smith Wigglesworth refused to allow newspapers in his house.

I suppose what he did makes sense. Like the Talmud, newspapers are full of gossip, and God hates gossip. Much of what we think of as legitimate news is just gossip.

In spite of my habit of ignoring the news, I have seen a few things lately. It certainly looks like Joe Biden and the woman who will probably succeed him this year will be installed in office on January 20.

Nothing is certain, and it’s wrong to walk by sight. For all I know, something unexpected will happen during the next two weeks, and Biden’s victory will be invalidated. That would be nice. But things generally go the way they’re expected to.

Trump has not conceded, but he says there will be an orderly transition on the day of the inauguration, so concession doesn’t seem all that important.

Yesterday, a group of carnal Republicans did the unthinkable. They rioted at the Capitol. It looks like they forced their way in and shoved the police. Congress was trying to certify the electoral vote, and the mob was not having it. An unarmed conservative lady was killed by the police, for reasons that have not been explained.

News outlets were very quick to use the word “rioters,” even though they have never applied the term to the left’s terrorists. They are also trying to convince people the crowd carried two bombs. I looked into that, and as of yesterday, it appeared that this rumor was shaky. The only story I saw that described the “bombs” said a couple of pipes and some wires had been found. Doesn’t matter what was found. These objects are now bombs in the minds of the public, and the press will probably see to it that this impression is reinforced.

I have seen stories containing the phrase “4 dead,” as though Republicans had swarmed through the Capitol shooting random people with AR-15’s. I later learned that three people died from medical problems during the kerfuffle. Now, if you die from a stroke or heart attack or a bad fall at a Republican gathering, you’re a murder victim, and Republicans are the killers. I wonder how many people have died during the left’s terrorist attacks over the last 12 months. At least 32 people have died violent deaths. I don’t know the figure for deaths from natural causes, because no one reports it. There is no reason for them to report it, because it has no relevance to legitimate news.

Some people are calling the protest an attempted coup. That’s preposterous. A small, unarmed bunch of excited Trump supporters disrupting a session of Congress can’t expect to take over the nation, and no one with common sense or integrity would suggest they tried. They were just making a foolish, last-ditch, illegal protest out of desperation. No one in the crowd seriously thought they were going to install a new government.

These people were encouraged not by President Trump’s nonexistent incitement but by the way the left’s terrorists have gotten away with murder. They thought they, too, were entitled to act up. It doesn’t work that way. Leftists always get a pass. Conservatives have the book thrown at them. These people should have known that.

The response to the protest has been over the top. Leftists have been committing terrorism systematically for months, and their actions have been mischaracterized as legitimate protests. They have even been praised. Now one group of misguided conservatives has entered the Capitol unlawfully, shoved the police, and then gone home as ordered, and they are demonized as violent revolutionaries.

It’s a big victory for the Antichrist community. They finally have one example of conservatives performing what can arguably be called a riot. They will not let it go. They will hold this atypical event to their chests and guard it and polish it like a rare precious stone, and they will display it over and over to justify their tyranny and terrorism.

I’m very disappointed in the people who stormed Congress. It was a ridiculous, counterproductive thing to do. It provided the left with a propaganda bomb, it turned many conservatives against Trump, and worst of all, it brought conservatives down closer to the level leftists traditionally occupy.

How long have I been saying it? America is not going to be saved. Trump was an aberration; an outlier. He helped the patient rally, but the patient is still going to die. Waving signs, wearing red hats, encouraging conservatives to vote, and buying guns will not fix our problems. America has been destroyed by pride and idolatry. If there were a path back to victory, it would only be through repentance and prayer.

Carnal people don’t understand. They seriously believe Trump is their savior. As recently as last year, they were gloating over the left, saying things would continue swing in the right’s favor. It was idiocy. We had lost the House. We had a tiny, shaky majority in the Senate. We had an unpopular president who had lost the popular vote. We had a majority in the Supreme Court, but Joe Biden has the power to pack the court, so the Supreme Court is not much of a levee. We were never ascendant. We were just experiencing a short period of grace. America’s decline into defeat and depravity never stopped.

The damage isn’t just political. I have seen at least three people prophesy that Trump would be re-elected. I know there are others. What are we going to say when Biden shuffles to the podium and takes the oath? What will we say about our relationship with God? We tell the world we have the answers. We say, “God will do nothing but he reveals his secret to his servants the prophets.”

A prominent “prophet” named Hank Kunneman said God was giving Trump another term. Some pastor in Las Vegas said the same thing. A lady I watch on Youtube said it. I wasn’t watching her for the purpose of hearing about the future, and I never assumed she was right, but I thought she might be. There must be many preachers across America who have “prophesied” a second Trump term. What will they say now?

Most likely, their failures will be ignored. That’s what we traditionally do with false prophets. We’ll forget their mistakes and continue to accept future predictions, as though nothing had gone wrong.

I wonder if it will occur to leftists to make compilation videos of the false prophecies.

I’ve enjoyed watching a preacher named T.B. Joshua. He’s a Nigerian. It appears that he truly does heal people, and had has given people words of knowledge that appear to have been true. He predicted Princess Diana’s death. At the end of 2019, he provided his prophecy for the 2020.

Most of what he said did not come true. He said there would be a big event in Iran that would shake the world. Never happened. He said world leaders would have health problems. Never happened. He said 2020 would be a year of humbling and fear, and that came true, but it’s a pretty vague prediction. I can assure you that 2021 will be a year of humbling and fear, but I can’t call it a prophecy. It’s just obvious.

A now-famous pastor named Dana Coverstone issued a video prophecy. He correctly predicted the pandemic and a coin shortage, but he also predicted things that didn’t happen. He said Chinese, Russian, and UN troops would be in the US in 2020, because of the election. Didn’t happen.

We have lots of self-anointed prophets but not much accurate prophecy.

This morning while I was praying, I thought about Samson. I have said that America reminds me of him. He defeated his enemies easily while God’s power flowed through him, but he let himself be seduced by a worldly woman, and he told her the secret of his strength. She had someone shave his head, and when he rose up to fight his enemies, they restrained him easily and shoved a knife into his eyes.

America is like Samson. We love to crow, “USA! USA!,” as though we were a race of superheroes whose innate power made us invincible, but we’re just like other people. We are not particularly strong or smart. Only God gave us victory, and we have turned away from him. We turned away from prayer, which was the hair that gave us strength. Now we are not only weak but blinded. What are we supposed to do if our prophets can’t see?

The news is now nearly completely useless. Journalism is a thing of the past. Our supernatural eyes have been put out, and our natural eyes only see what Satan allows to be put in front of them.

I have been trying to assess the things I believe I receive from God, so I know which ones to discard and which ones I can rely on.

I have developed a habit of asking God yes or no questions, and it has usually worked, but there have been too many failures to ignore. I felt as though God said “yes” when I asked if Trump would be reelected, for example. I never made a prophecy about it, and I never said I was sure it would happen, but I felt it strongly. This is just one example of supposed answers that didn’t pan out. I think it’s best to stop relying on the practice of asking God yes or no questions. Maybe it will eventually start working, but for the moment, it isn’t.

I have a strong habit of prayer in tongues. It works. It never doesn’t work. It’s very powerful. It has never let me down. I’m not letting it go.

Based on something I saw in a Derek Prince video, I tried prophesying at will. So far, it has not caused any problems. I don’t think I’ve said anything crazy yet. It has been very helpful. I plan to hold onto this practice until I find a reason to give it up.

For what it’s worth, I keep hearing that punishment is about to fall on the world and that I should not be concerned about it because I will be spared and kept separate. I keep hearing that people have made their choice and that there is no point in praying for them. I don’t mean there is no point in praying for individuals. I mean there is no point in praying for nations or the world. The world planted a harvest, and now it has to eat it.

Maybe these things are wrong. I’ll watch and see, and if they don’t come to pass, I’ll know something was amiss, and I’ll correct myself.

I haven’t heard anything about civil war, but it appears to be beginning. The potential combatants are armed and ready. Many are like racehorses eager to burst out of the gate. It also seems that Christians will take part in it. Most Christians are carnal. They are not transformed. They’re just like unbelievers. They are proud. They believe in hard work and self-confidence, not the charity of God. It’s no wonder we see conservatives and Christians beginning to act like the Antichrist’s children. Many are his children; they just don’t know it. Anyone who depends on, and has faith in, the flesh is a child of the devil.

The Bible says that during the tribulation, spirits of lack, murder, and disease will be released. The spirit of murder will rule the leftist tyrants and terrorists, as well as the Christian and conservative people who think the AR-15 is the tool that will save them. It won’t be hard to get fake Christians out in the streets in plate carriers and ballistic helmets. They’ll think they’re serving God by shooting at leftists.

I don’t want to be here for the tribulation. I do not want to be part of a militia. I don’t want to be in a position where I have to choose between defending my home with violence or being killed or enslaved. I don’t want to be a puppet of the Antichrist. I don’t want to see America turn into a video game or a disaster movie.

This earth is not worth fighting over. Not until the appointed time, which is pretty far off. Jesus himself refused to do it.

I dread seeing Biden and his eager successor Harris take over. Things are going to deteriorate badly once they and the new Senate are in power. Our gun rights are dead. Our speech rights are dead. Our property will eventually be taken and distributed to the obedient. Our liberty and lives will be taken.

Trump isn’t coming back in 2024. He’ll be lucky if he isn’t arrested and executed, along with his family.

We just saw a disgraceful, disgusting thing happen in the Capitol, and I am not referring to the protest. Democrat Representative Emanual Cleaver delivered the opening prayer for the 117th congress, and he concluded with an attack on the trinity and Jesus:

Now may the God who created the world and everything in it bless us and keep us. May the Lord make his face to shine upon us and be gracious unto us. May the Lord lift up the light of his countenance upon us and give us peace — peace in our families, peace across this land and, dare I ask, oh Lord — peace even in this chamber, now and ever more. We ask it in the name of the monotheistic god, Brahma, and god known by many names by many different faiths. Amen and A-woman.

Brahma. “A-woman.” This is what America has come to.

God is Yahweh, the Jewish God, and no other. He is Yeshua and the Spirit of Holiness. He is not Brahma. Brahma is an evil spirit or group of spirits who lead people to hell. To worship Brahma is to worship Satan and hate Jesus. It means nothing when people honor “god.” The word “god” is not specific. Jesus called Satan the god of this world. You have to acknowledge Jesus by name, or you’re against the Father.

“Amen” is Hebrew for, “It is true.” It is unrelated to the word “men.” Cleaver was taking a swat at God’s masculinity and his will that our leaders be men. God is not female. The human race is feminine in relationship to God. We were supposed to be his bride.

Cleaver’s revolting prayer is a slap in the face to God. It’s as though he were sent to cleanse Congress of the Holy Spirit’s presence so Satan can rule.

It’s as though Satan were announcing the transition in advance. I suppose that in the supernatural realm, the transition has already been made. Maybe Cleaver’s filthy prayer is punctuation, indicating the end of Christian America and the official start of Satan’s America, and by extension, Satan’s complete rule over the world.

America was the last major stronghold of God.

I suppose I’m all done praying for America. I see no point in spinning my wheels. I’ll focus on maintaining the bubble I live in and on trying to bring other individuals in.

Curing my Dryer’s Asthma

I have been writing about my wonderful new eco-hostile washer, and the news has gotten even better. I got my old dryer to work correctly.

My old washer was a $1300 LG. The dryer matched it. I don’t know what it cost. I’m sure it was not cheap. It has all sorts of unnecessary programs on it.

I hated the dryer because, just like the washer, it lied. The timer would say my “normal” load (whatever that is) would be dry in 41 minutes, and it always came out damp. I had to run things through twice or use the heavy duty setting.

At some point it occurred to me that there might be a venting issue. Maybe lint had gotten past the filter and clogged things up.

The other day after I installed my washer, I realized it was time to quit behaving disgracefully and attack the dryer. I researched a little, and I learned two things.

1. Dryer ducts clog with lint even when the filters work.
2. Dryer duct clogging is one of the main reasons for house fires.

This was my first dryer duct. I should add that. I’m used to holes that lead directly to the outdoors. You can’t get much of a clog in a passage 9″ long. I had no idea dryer ducts needed maintenance.

My current duct is a 4″ PVC pipe maybe 15 feet long, with several bends in it. Not a pushover, as dryer ducts go. I read up on special tools made for the job.

They make plastic rods that attach to each other end-to-end like Bangalore torpedo segments. You put a brush on the far end, you connect the near end to a drill, and you shove the rods and brush through your duct. They will bend and go through 90° bends just fine.

When you’re done, you have a huge collection of loose lint you have to get out of your duct.

I read about this stuff, and I thought, “I have a leaf blower. Why would I pay for a tool I don’t need?”

I moved my dryer out and disconnected it from the tube leading to the duct. I shoved my electric leaf blower’s nozzle into the tube. I ran it for a while. Then I went outside and discovered I had made it snow in my yard. Lavender snow. A fair amount of lint had come out, but I knew it wasn’t enough to get the job done.

I gave up and bought a duct-cleaning tool. I ran it through the system from both ends and used the leaf blower again. I used another special drill-mounted brush to clean the PVC fitting on the external end of the duct.

When I ran the dryer, miraculously, it dried clothes in 41 minutes.

In a couple of hours, I can go through three big loads of laundry. They come out mold-free and dry. If I could remember the last time things worked this way, I would probably have to reach back to 2005.

I don’t know why I’m such a bad home maintenance engineer. A lot of things have jumped up and surprised me. People aren’t born knowing about dryer ducts.

Another project awaits. Water heaters have sacrificial zinc anodes to retard corrosion. These are long rods (sometimes jointed) that you lower into a water heater through a hole in the top. The hope is that the zinc will dissolve and your steel will not. You’re supposed to change these rods regularly. I never knew they existed until maybe 2019. I don’t know if my anodes are worth changing. Maybe my tanks are made of pure rust now. I plan to find out.

I’ve also learned that it’s important to connect hoses to water tanks and drain the sediment. I haven’t done that yet. I’ve never known another person who mentioned doing it.

I heartily suggest you check your dryer ducts. I don’t know how an electric dryer could cause a fire, but you might as well be safe and have a dryer that works. The tool is between 30 and 40 bucks at Lowe’s.

When my water heaters are fixed, maybe it will be time to replace my awful oven. It blows its own thermal fuse every time I run the clean cycle. The clean cycle is not a luxury. It’s a must. You can’t clean a baking stone any other way. Fortunately, I have a Harbor Freight hydraulic cart, so I can remove and install ovens alone.

I’m very happy with my laundry machines. They look very different, but sometimes interracial marriages work out very well. I almost hope the old washer is somewhere being punished.

Stop Lying

I am not hunting right now, even though the weather is very nice. I spent a long time in prayer today, and I didn’t leave the bed until around 10:30, so I am falling behind on the trivial things.

I’ve been thinking about my squirrel hunting problems. Yesterday I wrote about the issues I had with killing squirrels quickly. I wrote about the liars who claim they always shoot squirrels in the head, dropping them instantly.

I looked up some things I wrote in 2018, when I had the same problems. Guess what? In that year, I shot two squirrels in the head, and they didn’t die instantly. I may have shot more than two in the head, but right now I only know of two.

I shot one squirrel in the head 4 times. The third shot didn’t close the deal. I shot another one in the head once and had to finish it with at least one more shot.

What does this tell us? The Annie Oakley head shot liars are lying about more than one thing. They’re lying about hitting squirrels in the head consistently, which is impossible with rimfire weapons at realistic squirrel distances, and they’re lying about the squirrels dying instantly.

It looks like you have to get pretty close to the brain to get the job done. A really good .22 will consistently shoot within 1″ at 50 yards, from a rest. In the field, without a rest, shooting a target you know is likely to bolt at any second, you would be doing well to keep the majority of your shots within 2″. Let’s face reality. If you want to hit squirrels in the head, say 75% of the time, you’re going to need to be within about 10 yards. Either that, or you’ll need perfect conditions and a good solid rest.

No one but me will admit this on the web. Out here, everyone bench presses 450 pounds and has black belts in tae kwon do, jiu jitsu, wing chun, aikido, and moo goo gai pan. Everyone has an IQ of 200 and sexual prowess that puts women in the emergency room. I’ll tell the truth. I’m a good shot. I’ve proven it over and over. I can’t hit a squirrel in the head reliably unless it’s pretty close. Neither can you. Stop lying. You may think you used to do it all the time, consistently, but your pride is pulling the wool over your eyes.

Memory says, “I did that.” Pride replies, “I could not have done that.” Eventually, memory yields.
–Friedrich Nietzsche

We’re not the problem. The equipment is. Put your favorite .22 in a clamp, and you will still get a fairly big cone of distribution, plus flyers. Experts have done it. You can look it up and see photos. Rimfire ammunition is just plain bad, even if it says “match” on the box.

Given that most of my shots will run 30 yards or more, thinking about head shots will generally be unrealistic for me. Add that to the fact that head shots don’t guarantee quick deaths, and you end up with a paradigm in which tactics have to change.

I also read up on my shotgun exploits. As of yesterday, I had forgotten how unreliable shotguns are. If I take my Sweet Sixteen out, my shot-squirrel count will probably multiply by 4, because I’ll be able to take shots at squirrels way up in trees and because hitting a squirrel with a shotgun is easy. Nonetheless, my past experience shows that a squirrel shot with a shotgun may not die right away.

I will have to be careful about the shots I take, and I believe it’s time to man up and accept the fact that I will cause some suffering. Most hunters don’t get too agitated about it. If they did, they would stay home.

The other day, I saw the Robertson family on the web, shooting ducks. I noticed that some of the ducks were clearly alive and awake as the dog brought them in. I saw one duck looking around on the trip to the blind. Obviously, the Robertsons know this happens, and they wring ducks’ necks a lot. They’re very experienced. They know what they’re doing. What they do must be normal and ethical. Obviously, you have to come up with a good balance between utter failure and increased suffering.

Maybe I should make an effort to be less conspicuous, so the squirrels will come closer. They can see me. I have seen them watching me. I read that squirrels can see blue and yellow. What do I wear when I hunt? Blue pants. Maybe I should switch to brown.

I don’t own a stitch of camo. Maybe I should invest.

I will keep popping squirrels. They’re pests, hunting is a very good thing, and that’s that. I just hope I can wade through the lies and come up with the best way to do it.

Squirrel Tactics Evolve With Experience

Today was a productive day of squirrel hunting education.

This was my third outing this season, and I’m already picking things up.

1. Take a chair and sit still. Don’t stalk, and don’t bother with a blind.

2. Make sure you sit in the shade, because you will be unhappy if the sun starts warming up your back and you can’t move because you don’t want to spook anything.

3. Position yourself so there are no trees close to you. If they’re too close, they cut off a lot of potential field of fire, and squirrels will mysteriously find their way into the blocked areas.

4. Take a pistol so you can shoot wounded squirrels in the head.

5. Don’t leave a dead or dying squirrel lying on the ground to attract other squirrels, and don’t shoot another squirrel before you pick it up. Go get it. Squirrels can revive and scamper into hollow logs and knotholes, never to be seen again. Then they suffer, and you don’t get your squirrels.

6. Put the sun at your back.

I am pretty sure I shot three squirrels today. I say “pretty sure” because only one came home with me. I’m starting to question a lot of things I’ve been taught.

First, I’m wondering if rifles have any place in squirrel hunting.

Based on what I’ve been seeing, it looks like you can shoot a squirrel right through the chest with a rifle and still lose it. Unless you shoot them in the head, they may stay alive long enough to cause problems. They can climb and get stuck in tree crotches, or they can hide in other places before they expire.

I saw a squirrel on a tree trunk today, maybe 15 feet up. I would guess it was 40 yards off. I popped it, and it climbed up the tree at a fairly slow pace for a squirrel. It appears that this is a sign that you’ve hit the target. When squirrels aren’t wounded, they move very quickly. Anyway, I never saw the squirrel again. I guess its dead body is still in the tree.

I shot another squirrel, and it ran around in circles and then stopped. I saw another one to my right, so I delayed going to get the first one. I nailed the second one, and it tried to climb a nearby tree as though groggy.

I got up to get the first one, and I couldn’t find it. I went to look for the second one, and I couldn’t find it, either. I never did find it. It was alive long enough to hide too well.

I resumed looking for the other one, and suddenly, it leapt up from the leaves and tried to run off. I had not shot it cleanly enough to kill it right away. It ran into a hollow tree. I had to go get a chainsaw, open up the tree, scare the squirrel out, and finish it with a pistol. It’s in the sink now, brining, minus two legs.

This is not the way I want things to go. I need to be more efficient and humane.

I have seen lots of men claim they use .22 rifles and shoot squirrels in the head. Call me skeptical. Yes, I’m sure that if you shoot at 20 squirrels, you will hit some in the head and kill them instantly. I do not believe anyone can consistently do it, unless they’re shooting from under 50 feet. It’s easy to shoot into an area the size of a squirrel’s head from 100 feet when your target is inanimate and you’re using a rest. It’s much harder when you have no rest and you’re pressed for time because the squirrel may take off. I think the men who say they’re doing it are liars. It’s that simple. I’m a good shot, and I can’t do it.

If a guy shoots at 50 squirrels and hits two in the head, he will probably forget about the 48 he missed or wounded and tell everyone how easy head shots are.

Today I saw a guy claim he hunted squirrels with a 1911, which could be trusted to put shots into something like 2″ at 75 feet. No one on earth has ever been able to shoot a typical 1911 that well, offhand. I doubt it’s possible for professional marksmen to do it from rests. People will say anything when they know no one can check.

So what’s the answer? I can think of some possibilities.

1. Use a shotgun. This is what my grandfather told me to do. He said that when you shoot a squirrel with a .22, it may fall into a crotch and stay there. He said a shotgun would knock it down. There is more to it, though. It’s pretty hard to miss a squirrel with a shotgun, and they usually kill right away. Also, I would be able to take many more shots, because shotgun pellets won’t travel long distances and injure my neighbors. With a .22, I can only shoot when I’m absolutely sure the bullets can’t leave my property.

2. Wait for shots under 50 feet and make sure I get head shots. This would pretty much kill the whole effort. I would be lucky to get two squirrels a week.

3. Use segmented bullets that fall apart and wound squirrels worse. This may be a good idea, but I would have to check to see how accurate they are. I happen to have some.

4. Use my .17 HMR. With V-Max bullets, it will tear a squirrel up a lot worse than a .22, so wounded squirrels would be less of a problem. The down side is that the meat would be messed up.

It’s amazing how much BS you can pick up from hunters. I’ve been told it’s not necessary to hit squirrels in order to kill them. People say they “bark” squirrels. The idea is that you shoot the tree next to a squirrel, and the stuff the bullet knocks loose from the tree knocks the squirrel out. I’ve shot near squirrels, and I’ve shot clean through them, hitting the bark on the way out. I have never seen a squirrel get “barked.” Maybe it’s a fable hunters like to tell as a joke, like the one about snipe hunting.

I hate to resort to a shotgun. It makes killing squirrels more like shoveling snow than hunting. It’s barely a sport. But if it reduces suffering, maybe I should consider it.

Today I tried a surefire, easy, super-quick method of squirrel cleaning I saw on Youtube. You cut above the squirrel’s anus, through the tail. You slit the skin a little bit to either side of the anus. Then you put your boot on the squirrel’s tail and yank on the hind feet. Supposedly, the squirrel will slide out of the top half of its skin. The hide will tear conveniently, and you’ll be left with a dead squirrel wearing fur pants which are easy to pull off.

It didn’t work for me at all. The hair came off the tail long before the hide even thought about coming off the squirrel. The tail kept sliding out from under my heel, even on concrete. The squirrel I cleaned today was pretty big. Maybe his hide was unusually tough. Anyway, the method doesn’t impress me.

I can’t find my commercial chicken shears. I need them to cut critters up the belly and sever their sternums. I had to use Home Depot scissors today, and it wasn’t efficient.

My problems with lost squirrels make a thermal monocular look like a good idea. One of their purposes is to locate wounded prey.

Things will get better, and I’ll do a nicer job in the future. In the meantime, it’s wonderful to get out there and feel like part of nature. Men who don’t hunt are incomplete. I’m glad I was raised with a good attitude toward it. I’m glad my mother didn’t turn me into a snowflake who is so feminized, he puts spiders on paper plates and transfers them outside instead of stepping on them the way a man should. Self-righteous sissies who are ignorant about wildlife management are multiplying like mold in America. It will be very sad when Americans have to stop teaching their kids to hunt.

I’m glad I took up hunting squirrels. I had hoped to shoot hogs and deer on my farm, and it’s disappointing that they don’t come here, but squirrel hunting is very worthwhile. Any idiot can hit a deer. Hitting a squirrel is much harder. Most deer are killed at distances under 100 yards, and a deer is about a dozen times as wide as a squirrel, so hitting a squirrel at 25 feet is like shooting a deer 100 yards off. Also, squirrels move a lot, and they don’t stand conveniently on the ground. They’re also harder to spot, and rimfire rifles are less accurate than good deer guns. I think what I’m doing takes a lot more skill than using a 1-MOA gun to shoot a motionless animal the size of a pony.

If only they had more meat on them. A squirrel thigh the size of a deer’s would make a magnificent feast.

What do I Really Want?

It’s a beautiful day. Overcast and threatening to rain. It’s beautiful because I’m on my own farm, far from Miami, closer to God than ever, considering going outside to shoot squirrels.

I just made buckwheat pancakes with dark maple syrup. Wonderful. If you don’t feel loved after a plate full of buckwheat pancakes and a big mug of ginger tea with half and half, you don’t have both oars in the water.

Oddly, while I’m enjoying the sensation, I’m thinking about weapons.

The rapture has not come. I am still here. The Antichrist’s left-wing troops are still moving toward pogrom-style persecution involving bringing mob violence to the suburbs and farms. I need to be prepared.

What’s the answer? Do nothing and accept martyrdom when the enraged millennials arrive? That’s not a crazy option. I don’t like the idea of killing unsaved people, even if the alternative is being killed. Another option is to be armed as well as I reasonably can. If I do that, I can respond with a show of strength, or with violence, if needed. If God shows me the better way is to sit on the porch and wait to have my throat cut, I can still do that even if I’m armed.

I’ve thought about night vision and thermal optics. If you can fight in the dark, you can literally massacre overconfident nighttime home invaders. Yesterday I wrote about ordering an infrared illuminator for a night vision scope which I already own. The purpose of the illuminator and scope is to help me shoot things like coons and coyotes. Maybe pigs. But anything that will help you shoot an animal at night will also help you defend yourself from nocturnal murder gangs.

I keep researching the alternatives. It looks like night equipment for hunters is not necessarily the same as night equipment for the defense of life and property.

There are two kinds of nighttime optics. Night vision and thermal. A night vision optic uses infrared light, which is always present, to give you a picture a lot like a black and white TV. My understanding is that night vision optics come in two flavors: relatively inexpensive jobs that rely on illuminators, and pricey units that don’t need them.

The step in price between the two types is pretty big. I bought my night vision scope, which works okay, for about $600 in 2017 or 2018. A military-style night vision monocular will run about $3500. Why? Because it works much better.

Defensive shooters generally don’t use night vision scopes. They put monoculars on their helmets. The monoculars are mounted so they can swing down for use or up out of the way. Instead of using your scope to show you what’s happening, you use your monocular to look through your scope. Instead of an IR illuminator, you use an IR laser. It lights up the bad guy, you see it through your monocular and scope, and you plug him. He has no idea what’s happening, because he can’t see the laser beam.

I believe this is right. Not positive.

Finding the bad guy (so you can use your scope to shoot him) is different, if I have my facts right. A defensive shooter would want a second monocular next to the first one, with thermal circuitry. You locate bad guys with thermal, which is easier, because they light up like hot pokers, and then you use night vision to take them down.

This is all very different from what I am currently contemplating. I expect to be able to use my night vision scope and illuminator, coupled with a thermal monocular for scanning. Compared to a rig with two monoculars, I believe my equipment would be harder to use in a defensive situation. I would be able to use night vision for shooting, but a scope isn’t as good as a monocular for looking around to see what’s happening near you.

What if they show up during the day?

In the daytime, a thermal monocular would still be helpful because it lights up human beings. The night vision scope works in daylight, so it would be useful, too. I would not need night vision to see what was happening around me, so I would not need a monocular for that. I don’t think a night vision monocular would be useful during the day. It wouldn’t show me anything I couldn’t see by other means.

Actually, it would let me use an IR laser, but it still seems like a bad idea.

I feel like I should get a thermal monocular no matter what. If I want to hunt critters when it’s dark, or I want to be able to spot them more easily during the day, a quality thermal monocular is the way to go. Sadly, they are not cheap. The $500 ones are fine for watching your dog run around in your backyard, but you have to blow a lot more to get something that works well enough to trust for defensive use.

Would I ever get a night vision monocular? I guess it depends on how bad things get. I can’t say $3500 is a high price for safety, but I’ve already taken pretty substantial measures.

I really like hunting and shooting, but that doesn’t mean I want to live in a world where I need to use my equipment and skills on human beings. I know people who live in total harmony and brotherhood right now. They’ve already left the earth. How hard should I work to delay my arrival in their company?

In all likelihood, I will never get a serious night vision monocular. I don’t think I value this life enough to make the expenditure and aggravation worth it.

Rodents Win the Day

In case anyone is wondering, smoked squirrel is pretty good.

I went out today for another day of rodent eradication. I didn’t want to deal with open sights, so I took my Savage A22 with a Nikon Prostaff II Rimfire.

I also decided to take my squirrel call. It’s from a company calle Primos. It’s a rubber bulb and a tube with a reed. You squeeze it, and it makes noises that are supposed to sound like squirrels.

The folding backpack chair has turned out to be a good tool, so I took it with me and set it in a likely place. After maybe 15 minutes, I decided to try the call. I made a number of noises that I intended to sound like the examples I had heard on the web. I got no response at all, Truthfully, I think the call is a joke. It’s supposed to say, “I’m a squirrel! I’m a squirrel! I’m eating tasty nuts!” I think it really says, “I’m a gullible hunter! I like fried squirrel brains!”

I didn’t see a single squirrel in that area. I did hear an owl, however. It set up behind me and hooted like crazy. Then some other type of bird of prey swooped in with a critter dangling from its beak and perched between me and the trees I was watching. I couldn’t see it well enough to identify it. The bird, I mean.

Here is my genius guess: squirrels aren’t anxious to come out and play while owls are screaming nearby and other birds are tearing up freshly killed mice or rats.

I moved farther in, and in my next spot, I saw a couple of squirrels and watched them for a very long time. If I had had a shotgun, they would be in the fridge right now, but they didn’t present safe .22 shots. I came home with nothing, except some old Nehi and Heinz ketchup bottles I found.

The day was not a total loss. I got to hunt, I learned more about what not to do, and I smoked the squirrel I shot yesterday. I brined it all night with baking soda, and today I put a little rub on it and threw it in the smoker with some St. Louis ribs. The ribs are still going, but I ate the squirrel.

The verdict? Lots of potential. The flavor was really excellent. It was dry, though, so I think it needs to be greased at least twice while it smokes, and it should be sealed in foil after an hour or so to keep the steam in. It also seems to need a lot more salt than pork.

Smoking will work, and it’s less aggravation than frying. I have a new go-to squirrel method.

I like hunting from a chair, but I think it would be worth it to get one that swivels. Squirrels can’t be counted on to pop up in front of you, and if one appears to the rear or far to one side, a stationary chair is a problem. I would need to find one that swivels quietly, though. And it would have to be light.

A wheelchair would be perfect. The big wheels would work in my woods, and I could turn it in place.

I live in an area where used wheelchairs probably sell for 10 bucks.

I plan to get in as many hunting days as possible while the season is open. I may put one of my squirrel feeders in the woods. There is no point in playing fair.

In other news, I have a big infrared illuminator on the way. This is an infrared flashlight you can attach to a scope or rifle. The purpose is to allow me to use my night vision scope. It came with an illuminator, but everyone says the stock illuminator is useless.

If I can get the scope and illuminator to work reasonably well, it may be time to bite the bullet and get a very expensive thermal monocular. This would allow me to sit outside at night, scan for coons and coyotes, and blow them to varmint perdition. The thermal monocular would also be good for security, assuming I’m still here on earth when angry statists start prancing into the well-armed meat grinder that is rural America. It’s a bizarre yet highly likely future scenario. If it happens, they will show up armed with laser pointers, pink hats, loud music, and bottles of their own drug-test-failing urine. A few may have cheap AR-15’s they don’t really know how to use. They would be met with $7000 thermal scopes and .338 Lapua. Then, of course, there would be the dogs.

Out west, they would be in really serious trouble. Because of the geography, a lot of westerners who don’t think of themselves as snipers, militia nuts, or precision shooters routinely take game from hundreds of yards away. This is normal out there, so hitting a fat elementary school teacher armed with a Kel-Tec full of .380 FMJ, while he’s 200 yards away, at your gate, still getting out of his mom’s Prius, would not be challenging.

I hate coons and coyotes, for obvious reasons. I don’t hate bobcats, but I probably should. I should also hate armadillos, because they dig dangerous holes. My farm isn’t the ideal location for a deer or turkey hunter, but there are still lots of things you can pop at night with specialized equipment, and in doing so, you would prepare yourself well for the day when Soros-sponsored buses full of goons show up to pick on what they think are soft targets.

Here’s to the day when all of God’s children have been removed to a place where everyone bathes in love and lives in harmony. Hope I get there before the entitlement posses start patrolling.

Rodent is Back on the Menu

I have had a somewhat frustrating day, trying to get my hunting game together. I can’t say it was without rewards, though.

First off, I tried to find a wildlife management area (WMA) near me where I could shoot hogs. A WMA is a piece of public land where they let you hunt. I have never seen a hog on my property, and I have accepted the fact that I will not be able to shoot them here, so it’s time to use public land or quit.

There is a big national forest near me, appropriately named the Ocala National Forest. The city of Ocala is in Marion County, but the national forest extends into other counties. I read that the Lake George and Lake Delancy WMA’s, in the national forest, were good places to look for hogs. I also read that a WMA called the Green Swamp was full of hogs.

I got lost trying to figure out the rules. When you shoot at home, you don’t even need a license for hogs. In a WMA, you need a license, a WMA permit, and maybe a quota permit.

I wasn’t sure about the rules, so I put some inquiries out on the web and tried to look for way to get to these WMA’s so I could walk around and see what they were like. Even that was a pain. You can find the WMA’s on the map, but information about access roads is almost entirely absent.

I did the intelligent thing. I went out back and shot squirrels.

My dad died in 2019, and I really didn’t feel like killing anything that year and during 2020, but now I am raring to go. Today I took my Marlin 60 tried my luck.

The Marlin 60 has a peep sight. I chose it for that reason. My other .22 rifles have buckhorn sights or scopes. A scope makes it hard to provide a coup de grace to a squirrel lying on the ground in front of you. Buckhorn sights work, but I like peep sights better.

Of course, I saw two squirrels near the house before I got to the pasture. They’re always around when you don’t want them. Then I made a circuit of my woods plot and saw nearly nothing.

I decided to play it smart. I took a backpack chair into the woods, sat down, and waited for the squirrels to come to me. They do that. They’re stupid.

Before too long, a squirrel climbed down a tree and posed for me, facing me head-on, around 40 feet away. I blasted him. He fell into the leaves and thrashed around. I figured he was done for, so I waited for him to stop moving so I could shoot him again. Before I knew it, he had righted himself and inserted himself in a hole in a hollow log. That was the last I saw of him.

I didn’t want him to suffer, but there was no way to get him out of the log, so I had to move on.

I plopped down in another area, and while I watched a squirrel wander around in a tree a little ways off, I heard barking. A squirrel was in the tree I was sitting next to, giving me a lecture. This is something they like to do. They cling to trees and yell at you, thinking they’re safe and failing to understand how firearms work. I waited until he was around 15 feet above me, and I fired. He acted dazed. Then he moved to the other side of the tree and disappeared.

I couldn’t believe it. Clearly, I was mistaken about the point of impact of my peep sight.

While I was in the woods, I fired a few rounds to clear that up.

I moved to a new place, and after maybe 45 minutes, a new lecturer appeared on a tree around 50 feet away. She barked and twitched her tail. She was really giving me a piece of her mind. I sat and stared at her for a very long time, waiting for her to move down the tree. She moved onto the base of a branch instead. I got up, moved closer, aimed (making allowances for the peep sight), and fired. She ran straight up the tree.

I thought it was time to quit. I could not believe I had missed. Then I saw something fall.

The squirrel fell at the base of the tree, and I shot it in the head to make sure it was done.

Now, instead of three squirrels in the fridge, I have only one.

I know I said I planned to start leaving squirrels to rot, but I have a smoker now, and I have a feeling it will turn squirrels into viable eating. I put the squirrel in a bag of baking soda brine and put it in the fridge to soak.

Cleaning the squirrel was gross, as always, and difficult. I have a policy of never using my carry knives to cut tape, and of course, I violate it all the time. When you cut tape with a knife, adhesive sticks to the blade and makes it hard to cut anything with it. And when you try to remove the glue, you usually leave some behind without realizing it, so it doesn’t work. I had to use a cleaver and a filet knife.

Cleaning warm-blooded animals is something I have to get used to. I have hacked many a fish up, and it never bothered me at all. I have cut up lots of dead, refrigerated pigs. It’s different when the guts are hot, just like yours.

If I had had a shotgun today, it would have rained squirrels. Hunting from the backpack chair is the way to go. Because I like rifles, I had to give up shots that could have sent bullets off my farm.

I think I’m going to put my Bug Buster scope on the Marlin. I thought the peep sight was a great move, but it didn’t work out well today. Maybe I’m too old to use iron sights on squirrels.

A Bug Buster is a cheapish UTG scope made for air guns. They call it a Bug Buster because it will focus at very short ranges. When you’re shooting animals that are stupid enough to come as close as 30 feet, you don’t want a scope that has a minimum focus distance of 50 yards. I should be able to hammer squirrels much more easily with the Bug Buster.

I’m still planning to do a guided hunt. I may start with hogs. I wanted to use my .204 Ruger, and I did not want to be just another trigger-happy AR-15 hunter, but it’s starting to look like the AR is the way to go. It holds 30 rounds, whereas the .204 holds 3. Hogs move a lot, I have never shot one, and it’s probably smart to take an accurate gun that will let me do follow-up shots.

I hope to get out to a WMA over the next few days.

AR-15 Exits the Penalty Box

I had a pretty decent shooting session today.

First off, I tried out my new Labradar. This is a radar-based chronograph. When I took my precision rifle course, they told me there were only two accurate chronographs: Magnetospeed and Labradar. I didn’t want a Magnetospeed because they require you to hang a sensor off your barrel, so I spent almost four times as much on a Labradar.

It’s a little weird. It’s an orange box with a small LED screen. You put it on a tripod and aim it so the short sides of the box are parallel to your shooting lane, and then you shoot. If it works, the sound of your gun sets it off. It will measure the speed of your projectile at various points on its way to the target.

Labradar doesn’t include a tripod, an external battery, a case, or a memory card. You need all those things to make it work and protect it. I shoved my chronograph in an old laptop case, and it fit fine. My cheap Amazon tripod holds it up well enough. I already had external batteries because I have a scope that eats internal batteries. Now I just need a card. Without one, you can’t save tons of data, and I believe it’s also impossible to move the small amount of data you have to another device.

I got it working after wasting a few shots. I decided to use my AR-15. I was firing Australian Outback 55-grain varmint ammo, which is supposedly extremely similar to Hornady Urban TAP law enforcement ammo, except that it’s better because it’s temperature-stabilized. The Australian military makes it.

I was pretty happy with my results for 5 shots. Figures are in feet per second:

2879
2877
2884
2895
2877

Average: 2882.4

Standard deviation: 6.8

Spread: 18

I had had problems with this gun. I got a 4-14x MRAD scope for it, hoping to do some fairly accurate shooting. I tried to shoot groups in August, and I shot one tiny group followed by a mess. I thought the scope had come loose, so I put the gun away. Then I forgot about it until the world went crazy and BLMtifa terrorists made it clear that widespread violence was coming to America. I got a red dot and removed the MRAD scope.

Today when I put the MRAD scope back on, the zero was history. Took me a number of shots just to find the paper.

I was anxious to try the scope again, because I had obtained some new information about “gas guns,” which means gas-operated semiauto guns like the AR-15. Most moderately knowledgeable shooters believe gas guns are inherently less accurate than bolt actions. I was even told this when I took my shooting course. I recently joined a forum for accurate shooters, and they have instructional videos you can pay to watch. I found some video information about gas guns. It turns out they’re not inaccurate. They’re just harder to shoot than bolt actions. If you can shoot a bolt action well, you may still shoot gas guns badly. If you shoot gas guns well, you will also shoot bolt actions well, because it’s easier.

Bolt-action shooters who shoot gas guns poorly hate to hear this. They don’t want to think they’re the problem.

Basically, there are things you can do wrong without hurting your bolt-action groups, which will expose your lack of knowledge every time you shoot a gas gun.

Today I put the information to work, and I got good results. I shot 6 groups at 104 yards, and 3 were sub-MOA (under 1.12″). Two others were sub-MOA plus one flyer, and one was a mess. I think the bad group was caused by the pain the buttstock was giving me. It was not made for prone shooting, and it was really digging a hole in me. It started to mess up my concentration.

I will post the targets. Some of what you see is just me trying to find the paper while I adjusted the scope. It doesn’t count.

All the stuff halfway up that target is me, messing with the scope. It’s not a group.

Here, you can see 1 sub-MOA group, plus two nearly sub-MOA groups, but for solitary flyers. Then the fourth group blows up. While I was pressing the trigger, I was thinking, “That thing is going to bite me in the shoulder again, in exactly the same place.”

If sort of looks like this is a sub-MOA gun, hobbled by an inexperience shooter with a sore shoulder. I don’t have a lot of time behind AR’s, and most of the time I do have was wasted because I was using poor technique I had learned from people who were not up to speed on AR shooting. I also have a stiff trigger. If I practice more, replace my buttstock, and either master or replace the trigger, I should be able to shoot sub-MOA fairly consistently with this gun.

That’s very nice, because it makes it a very useful gun. I can use it to improve my shooting, not just for semiautos, but for everything. If I can shoot this gun well, I’ll be better when I shoot bolt guns. I can also use it to hunt anything smaller than a deer. It would be a killer hog gun.

I hope I’m right.

I can’t tell you how many times I’ve seen people claim AR-15’s are not even 1-MOA guns. Like it’s the gospel truth and cannot be questioned. My gun cost only $790, it doesn’t have a match barrel, it doesn’t have an Atlas bipod, it has a relatively inexpensive scope, it has a fighting trigger and buttstock, I don’t own match .223 ammo, and it sure looks like it will shoot sub-MOA at 100 yards.

Speaking of hogs, I saw a depressing video about them the other day. Some old guy on Youtube specializes in shooting them with a .22. They drop dead. No running. No follow-up shots.

Why is this depressing? Because part of the fun of hog hunting is putting together an amazing gun that takes down “hard-to-kill” hogs. People believe hogs are much tougher than they are. There is even a myth that you can’t shoot a hog through the callused skin on its shoulder. People think it stops bullets. Apparently, they think this because they shoot hogs in the shoulder, in the wrong place, and the hogs run off. The shooters assume the bullets got stuck.

One of my favorite Youtubers uses high-powered rifles to shoot pigs. Some of his hunts are pretty gross. He blew a sow’s front leg off. He shoots very well, but sometimes his pigs take a number of rounds to go down. It seems unnecessarily cruel. The .22 guy’s experience shows that the other guy is doing it wrong. It appears that you have to place your shots carefully. Either that, or don’t shoot.

I saw an interesting video about shot placement. A man who shoots hogs for a living says you shoot them between the ear and shoulder. Here is his theory: pigs move a lot, so you are likely to miss the exact area you shoot at. If you shoot between the ear and shoulder, and your shot misses toward the front, you hit the pig in the brain. If you miss toward the back, you destroy the shoulder joints. If you hit where you aim, you destroy the spine. All this assumes you’re using a fairly powerful gun that produces a lot of hydrostatic shock and tissue damage.

I’m glad the AR-15 is working out, because my .17 HMR turned out to be a huge disappointment. It’s just not consistently accurate.

Next, I hope to get the .204 Ruger working. Then I want to go on a paid hog hunt. I’ll have to decide which gun to use. The .204 is neat, but it only holds 4 rounds, including the one in the pipe. The AR is common and less interesting, but I can put anywhere from 10 to 30 rounds in it, and that might be fairer to the hogs.

I’m surprised how accurate the AR turned out to be. Maybe it’s not hybris to talk about prairie dogs.

Moving on From my Recent Laundry Triumph

I have a surprising and atypical story to tell today. It’s about love and romance. I realize no one wants to hear about romance from old men, so you may want to skip this post. An old man who talks about romance comes off like an old man trying to get girls to dance with him at a rave.

Anyway…

From time to time, God does little things for me that change the way I think or feel, permanently. Last night he gave me a dream. I was reunited with the first girl who ever kissed me.

The story of the kiss may sound seedy in some aspects. When I was 16, I went to Europe with a group of other kids. We headquartered in Lucerne and traveled to other cities. I met a girl I will call Louanne. For most of the trip, she was involved with my roommate and high school friend, John.

We finished the trip with several days in Paris. One day, a girl named Pleasance–a cheerleader–came to my room and shocked me by asking me to go to dinner with her. At some point in the preparation, John was invited, and Pleas invited her roommate, Kathy. John started pushing his way to Pleas on the way to the restaurant, and suddenly, Kathy was left out in the cold while I tried to assert my right to escort Pleas. I didn’t succeed. Later I learned that John had a personal first that night with Pleas. Maybe this was her plan. Maybe she wanted to be initiated in Europe. I call John a friend, but he was never a real friend.

By this time, John and Louanne had been on the outs for weeks, perhaps because she did not want an initiation or an abortion.

On the last night of the trip, the organizers took the entire group to what I now believe was a gay bar. This was the Seventies, and the world was wilder in some ways. For example, the kids came from different schools, each group had a teacher as a chaperone, and one of the chaperones was romantically involved with a 17-year-old beauty from Jamaica. Our chaperone was my former algebra teacher. She was about 24 and very attractive. She was a wonderful lady; a Messianic Jew. I remember her rowing me around Lake Lucerne in a boat, wearing a bikini top and cutoffs and urging me to take my shirt off.

She died a few years back, so it doesn’t matter if I tell.

I had a lot to drink at the bar, and there was dancing. Louanne asked me to have a slow dance with her, and while we were dancing, she really planted one on me. I shouldn’t say “one.” It was more like a session. I was very pleased. I had hoped to start something with her, but after John, she moved on to a guy named Brad, and I figured that was that.

At some point down the road, back in the US, I finally realized Louanne wanted more than a kiss. She wanted a relationship. But I was too dysfunctional to catch on. We corresponded from time to time over the next few years, and I saw her a couple of times, but we didn’t become a couple.

Sometimes I feel like she’s the one who got away, but then I think about what a mess I was. She didn’t get away. She escaped. When I didn’t come through for her, it was a blessing. I wasn’t fit for anyone to marry.

It looks like she never married. I Googled her out of curiosity a few months back. I was not interested in contact. Just wondered what had become of her. She’s a very successful lawyer, still using her maiden name. Very sad. A waste. I don’t know what happened. She was a very attractive girl with a pleasant personality.

Last night, I dreamed that Louanne and I were together. Of course, she was young. I don’t have romantic dreams about middle-aged or elderly women. We walked around on my farm. I showed her some kind of tractor implement I had made. At one point, we found ourselves sitting together, and she leaned over and sort of draped herself over me. There was not a lot of activity. We just pressed ourselves together so there would be as much contact as possible, and we held that position.

It reminded me of something God told me a long time ago: he created the universe for love. We tend to think of God as the commander of a military organization, or as an unapproachable, ultra-holy, perpetually annoyed being who disapproves of everything we do. We turn Christianity into a game show, with God as the host. Score as many points as possible, avoid disqualification, and you win. In reality, Christianity is about deep, burning love among members of an eternal family. It’s also about perfect trust; the kind of trust you and your wife have before the first one of you commits adultery.

I know all these things, but I am not able to keep them in mind all the time. The world draws us away from God. We have to think about food, shelter, money, and so on, so we are not able to stay in constant touch with God. We get distracted, and we have to have prayer sessions to recover.

God gave us the Song of Solomon. It’s a book that can make you uncomfortable, because it’s clearly about a bride and groom who are about to have sex for the first time. It’s not about friendship or platonic love. I have an audio version of it, and it’s a little disturbing to hear. The actress who reads the part of the Shunammite sounds highly aroused. It’s not the kind of experience you typically get from an audio Bible.

We all want love, intimacy, and perfect trust, but we live in a world where many people are single or divorced, and we treat sex as though it’s all about lust and physical pleasure. We die of thirst, surrounded by water.

Jesus visited me twice, and when he was in my presence, I didn’t feel that I was with a game show host, a football coach, a prison warden, an executioner, or a judge. I felt warm, intense love radiating toward me and through me. I felt it physically. I felt perfect peace and trust. I knew nothing bad could happen while he was there. Ever since then, I’ve wanted to feel those things again, and I also wanted to feel them coming from me. I’ve been more interested in basking in his presence than in getting trivial prayers answered. It’s funny; I always wanted marriage, not sexual flings, but I wasn’t able to find a wife. I’ve always wanted intimacy with God, but I have only had two really intense encounters with him that included a sensation of being wrapped in love.

Meanwhile, the men who get the most women to love them dread relationships. They say the right words and do the right things, they get what they want, and then they move on to new conquests. They’re like people who eat the best doughnuts out of a box and leave the worst for everyone else. They take the best women have to offer, and they leave them bitter and defiled. And when they take off, the women wonder what happened, and they want them back.

My history with women is a lot like God’s history with humanity.

You can tell me I passed up women I should have married, but that’s not true. The options I had were not acceptable, for very sound reasons. Atheists, leftists, older women, needy women, women who wanted to be my mother, women who just were not and could not be attractive, married women, women involved in other religions…there was just no way.

I don’t fully understand the relationship between God and the Bride of Christ. It’s strange for a man to be part of a bride. I do know that we were created so we could be part of a family bound by intense love and perfect trust. The earth is a corrupt place. Not much of the original sparkle shines through the crust of filth. It’s hard to hold onto the understanding of what God intended us to be. It’s very helpful to have him remind us. The dream was helpful.

America is full of hate right now. Statists are drunk with it. The things they say and do to their betters are astounding. They’re like fatherless ghetto children who hit their mothers and mug the elderly. They want a world of hate and lawlessness. BLM and Antifa are showing us the future of America. When God calls his people home, America will be like a prison yard with no guards. Everyone will be out to hurt and take. The people who hate God will get exactly what they’ve been pushing for, and it will humiliate them and make them suffer more than they can imagine now.

The Revelation says God himself is the light of heaven. There is no shadow or darkness there. His light shines through everything. That light must be his love, because I know his love shines like light. During the tribulation, there will be very little light down here.

We are told that his enemies end up in outer darkness.

I hope this blog post is helpful to people who are distracted by rules and traditions that make them forget God’s love.

Clean Clothes, Clean Heart

Yesterday when I got my new eco-hostile, non-moldy, fast-working washing machine, I nearly lost my mind. I was so happy, I texted friends about it. I sent pictures. I sent two of them a video. I blogged and vlogged. I did several loads of laundry just for the pleasure of seeing how much better the new machine was. I went into the laundry room and inhaled so I could enjoy the way the machine smelled.

Is that normal? Doesn’t seem like it. The pleasure I get from that machine amazes me because it’s so extreme.

What have I learned about strange events? God has shown me that when things don’t seem to make sense, there is a supernatural explanation.

Something must be going on.

In my blog post, I said I had been “raptured” out of the body of people who are stuck with smelly, moldy laundry (i.e. the majority of Americans). I thought it was a funny parallel, but at the same time, I really felt raptured. I felt I had been spared a great evil.

People are saying things like this to me:

This was another thing Trump was pushing for. Appliances that actually worked including shower heads.

yeah , President Trump talked about that at one of his rallies last year. He talked about showers and how because of regulations -people could only get a stream of water, he said he was putting an end to all these regulations

Why do I post these remarks? Because they show there is a bigger pattern. It’s not just about washing machines. It’s about state-worshipers–the Beast’s children–trying to extend the Beast’s power into every area of our lives. The Beast knows we’re going to retreat. We move to the country. We move away from minorities because they’re so caught up in the Beast’s propaganda. We find jobs where we’re less likely to be forced to take “sensitivity” training and proactively endorse homosexuality. We keep low profiles. The Beast knows what we’re doing, so he is coming after us in our homes.

Earth-worship is a very old part of Satan’s plan. It existed in ancient Greece. It existed in ancient Israel. The Nazis were big environmentalists. Now modern American statists are using it to control Christians.

The moldy smell of your clothes and the degrading necessity of wasting 90 minutes of your time waiting for a mechanical slave to do a 30-minute job are little messages. “You’re of the earth, not heaven.” “You’re part of the herd.” “We control you.” “Wear the yoke; there is nothing you can do about it.”

Satan loves to teach people that they’re helpless so they won’t fight back. This is why he loves welfare. People who get too much help from Uncle Sam start to realize their lives won’t improve if they get jobs, so they develop a condition known as “learned helplessness.” They quit trying. This is what Satan wants you to feel. “Stop resisting the state. It’s your family now, everyone else is going along, and besides, you’re too small and isolated to win.” Abusive environmentalism is just one of Satan’s attitude-adjustment tools.

They’re talking about issuing “passports” to people who take the covid vaccine, giving them rights the rest of us won’t have. Barring a real plague, you should have the right to decide whether or not you want a shot. Covid is not a real plague. Severe effects will always be limited to a very small, easily identified and separated segment of the population. The vaccine is not needed. It’s just a tool to teach you obedience.

Terry Gilliam Correctly Identifies the Left’s God

Donald Trump is no apostle, but God gave him to us to help us, and he does God’s will whether he knows it or not. He is a wall between the Beast and the Beast’s desires. He provides better support for Israel than previous presidents. He helps the church. He helps the unborn. He fights the religion of statism.

Trump’s attitude toward the earth-exalters reflects God’s attitude. You may be willing to accept showers that don’t get you clean and washers that put mold in your clothes, but God doesn’t want to see his children set below the earth in the universal hierarchy. It’s an inversion of authority. The earth was created for us. We’re supposed to shape it and exploit it to help ourselves. When things that benefit the earth in trivial ways become more important than cleanliness, it shows that we have lost our status as Earth’s royalty.

One of the plagues of the Revelation is attacks by wild animals. Look it up and see. In Genesis, God put the fear of man into animals. He did it because we’re better than they are. We are more important, as Jesus said in his remark about sparrows. The plague of animal attacks will reflect humanity’s degradation and loss of status. Moldy clothes reflect the same problems.

Mold is a wild creature. So is the covid virus. They, and other new assailants like the insect that spreads citrus greening and the mosquitoes that spread Zika, may be small, but they’re wild creatures. The Revelation says bigger ones–“beasts”–will eventually follow suit.

We’ve already seen bigger creatures increase in power over us.

Our predecessors had the good sense to kill bears, wolves, and lions. Americans love lions. Africans hate them because they kill people and livestock. We used to have the same attitude toward big predators, before we became fruity, cringing, self-pampered snowflakes with waxed moustaches and tattoos. Right now, wild animal attacks are increasing in our country because predator hunts are limited and people with zero common sense are reintroducing predators in populated areas.

Florida is full of bears, and the wildlife commission says science shows hunts are appropriate, but the commission refuses to sanction hunts because of pressure from blue-county statists. Bears have attacked people, pets, and livestock here, they have killed Floridians (contrary to what certain websites say), and they have driven many people to run for shelter, so it’s not like they’re harmless.

I’ll tell you what. If a bear or any other dangerous animal menaces me on my property, I’ll kill it without a second’s hesitation and leave it for the turkey buzzards. Or I’ll put it in bags and take it to the dump. And no one will know. The state works for Satan, so why contact law enforcement and trust the devil with my future? The investigation which is least likely to result in a fine or arrest is the one that never happens.

If non-Christian scientists are to be believed, coyotes have had millions of years to make it to the Eastern US. Why didn’t they show up until late in the last century? Scientists tell us it happened because the Mississippi froze, allowing coyotes to run across. That’s completely asinine. Obviously, the Mississippi has frozen many times in the past, and coyotes are more than smart enough to cross bridges. They can also swim. Why are they here now, killing calves, poultry, and pets? The Revelation seems to have the answer.

Florida is full of pythons now, and they’re big enough to kill women and kids. They eat pets. They eat deer. Livestock are surely being eaten. They even eat alligators. People have had pet pythons for decades, and they have gotten loose many times. Why didn’t they gain a foothold until recently? Why didn’t their population explode until a short time ago?

The python problem will get worse. They can live in fairly cold places, so they’re moving north. Their projected range includes North Carolina and most of California. If you think it’s just a Florida problem, wait and see how wrong you are. Once they hit Georgia, they’ll be free to move west.

People who are used to being on top are now headed for the bottom. Christianity put their ancestors on top, the ancestors had godless, entitled, ungrateful progeny, and now the corrupt descendants of the godly think they have the same status their forebears had. They feel entitled, for no good reason. It doesn’t work. They run from animals and types of people who used to be subordinate. Modern Americans are like Samson after his head was shorn. They think they’re still strong, but they’re defeated.

Samson got up, glowered at the Philistines, and probably told them they were in for it. Then one or two men grabbed him and held his arms fast, easily, while somebody shoved a knife in his eyes.

I love my washing machine because it reminds me of a principle of Christianity. We are supposed to be washed with a great deal of water. The Holy Spirit is supposed to flow in us like a wide, deep river. We should wash ourselves internally by praying in tongues abundantly every day. The reason moldy washing machines stink is that they use so little water. They have special parts that hold onto old water that never gets rinsed out. It stagnates. The things God gives us rot and cause problems if we hold onto them and stop looking for new things. Remember what happened to manna when people tried to save it for an extra day.

My clothes are mold-free because my machine doesn’t use water sparingly. It uses gallons and gallons. If I want to be clean inside, I have to let God’s water pour through me every day, in great abundance. When it comes to laundry, I have to go back to the ways of the past, because the modern way of making a washing machine brings rot and disease. Mold provokes allergies, and allergies are diseases. Black mold, which is the kind washing machines make, can be lethal in some cases. If I want to do well as a Christian, I have to go back to the old practice of prayer in tongues.

It’s odd that environmentally conscious people have started a crusade against mold in homes, but they’re silent about mold in our clothing.

Mold and other types of rot can represent carnality. We’re supposed to be filled with doctrine and other types of information by the Holy Spirit, continuously, every day. Denomination bigwigs don’t receive daily impartations. They don’t know the Holy Spirit. They rely on long-dead individuals who may or may not have heard from the Holy Spirit, and they add their carnal guesswork, which increases the rot. Denominations may have started with God’s help, but they continue with man’s error.

God isn’t an environmentalist. His word says the earth will wax old like a piece of clothing. He’s not fretting over the thought that you might throw a deposit bottle in the trash. He doesn’t care. The earth will be physically devastated during the tribulation no matter how many ridiculous carbon credits you have. Make reasonable use of the earth and focus on pleasing God, not seals and whales which were put here for our benefit.

My New Washer isn’t Green, and Neither are my Clothes

This is easily the greatest day of my life. I just installed a non-green top-loading commercial washer.

I took a picture of her. I have to share.

I can’t believe she got here so fast. My horrible old LG washer pooped out two days ago, and I’m already back in business.

I already wrote about my hatred of modern front-loading mold-growing washers. They don’t get anything clean. They take forever to run. You have to do half loads because otherwise the clothes don’t get wet. They’re perfect examples of leftist hypocrisy. Tell people you want to save water and energy, then make washers that have to run twice to do the same work. And of course they break down sooner, so the energy and material costs of manufacturing, selling, and installation are at least doubled.

I threw two queen-sized blankets in it to try it out. I have a habit of using my bed as a gunsmithing bench, so they had grease on them. I’m timing the machine to see how long it takes. It’s so beautiful It must have used 10 gorgeous gallons of warm water to fill itself.

When it started spinning, I ran into the laundry room and rested my head on the lid. Ecstasy.

This machine is wonderful. It only has 6 settings. It has knobs. No LED display. No video. No phone app.

I’ve already done my first load and started my second! I timed it. It did a whole load in under 30 minutes! In your FACE, greenies!

I love that green start button. Someone at Maytag must have done that as a personal chin-flick to Al Gore.

I can’t remember what it was like to have clothing that didn’t smell like mold. I guess it’s been over 10 years. I’ve been a prisoner, leaving washer doors open so they were always in the way. I had to plan my laundry in advance because I knew I would have to be awake 90 minutes after the machine started, to move things to the dryer. This is incredible.

Guess how much energy the new moldy washers save? Guess! Actually, I don’t know the answer, but it can’t be much, because the little sticker on my new machine said the yearly power cost would be $18. If $18 is bad, what’s good? Did running my old machine cost $17.50? It was certainly worth it to smell like a homeless person. I really saved the planet.

Best case scenario, if the old machine used no power at all: $18 in savings. Come on. Who seriously thinks that’s a bargain? If I offered you to pay you $18 to stink for the next 12 months, would you take it?

I’m going to be buried next to this washing machine. That’s how much I love it. I’m going to have the funeral home director fill it with plastic grocery bags and plastic straws. Thank God I live in a place where plastic is still king. Back in Coral Gables, grown people who should know better are lugging their groceries around in ludicrous paper bags that split.

I came up with a great idea for people who hate paper bags. You’ll thank me. You know how groceries give you a choice between paper bags and bringing your own? Here’s what you do: go on Ebay and buy a thousand plastic grocery bags for $13.99 (actual price). Then bring them to the store and make the bag people use them! Hey, you brought your own! It’s legal!

When you’re done putting your grocery bags away, throw them out! They cost a penny each! Who cares?

This is so great. This is better than the time I bought old-fashioned eco-hostile nozzles for my plastic gas cans. It feels better than throwing all my old curly fluorescent bulbs into the trash, to be carted off to pollute the landfill with mercury. I thought that felt good, but it pales next to the joy of knowing my clothes won’t smell.

I think I’ll change my tractor’s oil and pour the old oil out in the yard. I’m on a roll.

Factory veal! Where can I get factory veal?! I…I want to paint my house with lead paint! I must have it!

I SUPPORT WHALING! GET ME A WHALE BURGER!

I’m going to cook my whale burgers on a fire made from burning coronavirus face diapers!

I can’t tell you how great it is to have a real washing machine. I was so tired of bending over to get stuff out of the old one. I was tired of the lying LED display that told me my clothes would be done in 3 minutes, only to make me wait 15. I hated knowing that leftist goofballs who were completely wrong were able to make me a slave to a stupidly designed machine I could not live without.

It’s the laundry rapture! I’ve been called out of the mildew-smelling masses!

This is actually what the Messianic Age after the rapture and tribulation will be like. Imagine a world free of idiocy.

My second load is done! Twenty-seven minutes! What else can I wash?

It may take me three days to wind down. Buy one of these machines. You will love it.

Keep Your Genes Clean

I have fantastic news. My washing machine is going to have to be replaced.

As we move toward the Antichrist’s colonial-organism, totalitarian model of civilization, we are facing increasing governmental intrusions on our private affairs.

I know. “Tell me something I don’t know.”

Appliances and other products are filling up with “features” that make us miserable. Leftists have a sick fantasy of a future in which everybody is green, smitten with homosexuality, vegan, and virtuously poor, and they are reaching into our lives in unexpected ways in order to force their perverted, pathological vision on sane people.

Case in point: washing machines. They don’t work any more. Washing machines were targeted because they use a lot of water and power. Leftists think the world is going to run out of water and energy, and they aren’t as interested in cleanliness as the rest of us, so they went after our washing machines and ruined them.

If you have a washing machine made in the last few years, you probably smell like Roquefort cheese when you sweat or rain hits your clothes. Modern washing machines use very little water, and for some reason, the technology that reduces water consumption causes mold to grow in them. You can’t get rid of it. You can leave the machine door open all the time so it gets as dry as possible. You can buy ridiculous fans that sit in washing machines and speed up drying. You can run bleach through your machine. You can clean the rubber gaskets with bleach. It doesn’t work. You may get some improvement, but wait for the next rainy, humid day, and you will still smell like dirty gym socks.

Statists aren’t interested in practicality. They’re interested in the messages products send. It’s okay if you smell. If it bothers you, it proves you’re bourgeois. The French don’t bathe much, and they’re better than us. They’re chic.

Statists love shoving half-baked technology down our throats to solve problems we don’t really have. They can never wait for the good technology. You have to have curly fluorescent bulbs that don’t work, NOW (rhymes with “Mao”). You have to have hybrid cars that only work because of subsidies NOW. You have to smell like a slice of green, furry bread NOW.

If modern washing machines are so bad, why is it good news that my machine is dying? Won’t I just have to replace it with another cheese-smelling mold farm? No! There are still a couple of machines that work, and I just bought one.

Many people think Speed Queen machines are the answer. Speed Queen makes commercial equipment, and they also make consumer products. Until 2017, they still made very sturdy washers that didn’t smell, used plenty of water, and completed cycles in less than an hour, the way washers used to. Unfortunately, they stopped making the good machines, and they replaced them with bad ones. The last good ones have “432” in the model numbers. If you buy a 2020 Speed Queen, you’re buying failure and heartache with a plastic water pump, and it will cost you a thousand dollars anyway.

My plan was to let my LG machine wear out and replace it with a Speed Queen. Then when it started making noises, I researched, and I found that Maytag was the answer. Nearly all Maytags are modern garbage, but they have a couple of models that work.

I learned this from a guy who is obsessed with washers and dryers. He runs a website called Loraine Furniture. He buys washers, takes them home, runs them, and makes Youtube videos. He refurbishes old washers. Many people are starting to realize it’s better to put $500 into an old GE than to spend $600 on a new Samsung that stinks.

The washer guy used to tell people to buy Speed Queen. Then Speed Queen gave up the good fight. Things looked bad, but then he discovered Maytag’s new machines.

If you buy a new Maytag, it will fill all the way up with water, like a real washing machine. It will load from the top, sparing your lower back and making it unnecessary to spend a hundred bucks on a base that lifts the machine and screws up the geometry of your laundry room. It will wash your clothing in something like 40 minutes, not 90. My LG has a time display on it, and it claims it will do a normal load in under 45 minutes. When I use it, I set the oven timer for 90 minutes, because the LG’s display lies like crazy.

Remember the days when you could do three loads of laundry in one afternoon? You can have those days back.

Here’s another problem with modern machines, and it’s a wonderful paradox: you can’t fill them very full, because they won’t get the clothes in the middle of the machine wet. I’ve removed dry clothing from my LG several times. It’s really something. It’s a great example of how statist thinking is self-defeating. They sell you a front-loading machine which is supposed to hold more clothing and save water and electricity. Then you have to run it twice to do one load, killing the water and power savings and wasting your time. They also add special “extra water” features which prove the manufacturers know the whole business is a hoax.

If you get a Maytag, you will be able to fill it up, the way you’re supposed to.

The Maytag he recommends is model number MVWP575GW. Lowe’s has a sister model which is basically the same, except the warranty isn’t as good. Why buy the Lowe’s model? Because it’s at Lowe’s, where you can get it easily and quickly. When your washer fails, you don’t have time to wait for the perfect deal.

Maytag’s machine is a commercial-style washer, and thankfully, it has very few features. Remember how your old washer had about 5 settings, and it worked great? That’s how the Maytag is. You don’t need a fragile video display and special modes called “Power Fluf” and “Techno Steam” to get clean laundry. Do you think professional launderers buy machines with video displays and stupid features? Of course not. But they get clothes cleaner than you do.

Why am I giving you this advice? Because your washer may fail soon, and if you’ve had it for 20 years, you may have no idea what you’re up against. If it’s a good machine, consider investing in expensive repairs. If not, Maytag will solve your problems for about a thousand dollars.

Will the Maytag be available when you need it? No idea. I’m surprised it’s legal and available right now.

Lowe’s says my new machine will be here tomorrow, which probably means next Tuesday, but I believe my LG will keep running until then, so I’m fine. Even if I have to go to a laundromat, it will be worth it.

Incidentally, never buy an LG appliance. If it breaks (and it will) you will not be able to call your familiar, reasonably-priced appliance repairman. LG will force you to hire their people. At least that’s what they did to me when my last (nearly new) LG broke. Maybe they’ve changed their policy. I won’t bother checking, because I have had two LG washers break down, I was forced to use their repair people once, their washers make clothes reek, and I don’t see any reason to have anything to do with LG in the future.

Greenie washers are generally front-loaders, and that’s bad, because front-loaders don’t last. There is a reason why nearly all washers used to be top-loaders. A top-loading tub doesn’t put a lot of stress on a machine’s mechanics. Obviously, a horizontally-mounted tub containing 40 pounds of wet laundry, spinning and stopping, supported by a single underengineered bearing, is eventually going to go funny. My last LG’s tub got out of alignment while it was spinning, and the tub knocked the magnets off the motor, destroying it. My current LG has a bearing screech, but it still runs. You can buy a new bearing for about $25, but installing it is like putting a new timing belt in your car. You don’t want to try, believe me.

I have been dreaming of getting a real washing machine for years. I hope it works out.

What else is on my mind? Covid! People are saying the vaccine is the mark of the Beast. Christians aren’t the only ones who don’t want it. Jews in Israel are resisting, which is odd, since they don’t believe the Revelation. I don’t know what their complaint is.

When covid was young, I thought a vaccine was a great idea. I’m not an anti-vaxxer. They’re generally nutcases and neurotics. Science-illiterate moms who think with their hormones. I’m a huge fan of flu vaccines, and I wanted the covid shot. When I heard people talking about the mark of the Beast, I wondered what was wrong with them.

Now I’m hearing disturbing things about it. I heard a podcast today, and Messianic Rabbi Zev Porat says the Israeli government is considering a bunch of “incentives” to make people take the shot. Among them: you will not be prevented from getting a mortgage, and you will not be prevented from boarding flights.

Doesn’t “incentive” mean a reward, not a punishment?

I can’t find independent confirmation of the threats to restrict borrowing and air travel, but I found a story saying Israel will provide vaccinated people with “green passports” allowing them to go to restaurants and other public gatherings and to fly without being tested for covid.

What, exactly, is “green” about vaccination? I wonder if “green” means the same thing in Israel and the US.

Another question: since vaccines aren’t completely effective, is it intelligent to release vaccinated people to mingle with the rest of us? Some vaccines have effectiveness rates below 50 percent, and many scientists expect the covid vaccine’s immunity to wear off quickly. Does it really make sense to turn the vaccine into a license to go out and breathe on crowds? Are the rewards really about science, or are they about showing us what Mommy State does for good boys and girls?

In any case, the vaccine appears to have the potential to have similarities to the mark of the Beast.

If you don’t have the mark, you will be devastated financially and socially. You won’t be allowed to buy or sell. It’s a Nuremberg sort of thing. People who reject the vaccine probably won’t be completely excluded from commerce, but they may face punishments (“incentives”) that severely limit their participation in important activities, and if so, they will be stigmatized and hated.

It reminds me of something God told me the other day: the rapture isn’t just an event; it’s also a process. Long before God removes you from the earth, he will change you internally and help you reject the world’s sick culture. He will help you give up secular entertainment and worthless pursuits like fornication and recreational drinking.

There are two earthly raptures: God’s, and Satan’s. God is pulling us out of society (and society out of us), while Satan is using force to drive people deeper into society and the arms of the state.

This year has been a wonderful training exercise for the Beast. Like Jesus, he has a body, and he has been using things like BLM, Antifa, and covid to train it. He has taught people to become filthy, entitled, violent, and openly bigoted against white people, men, conservatives, Southerners, and Christians. Jews are also getting some overspray.

The vaccine is not the mark of the Beast. It can’t be. The Bible says the mark will be put on people’s right hands or foreheads (probably for people who don’t have right hands). The vaccine doesn’t fit that description. Also, the Bible says the man who will be called the Beast will be revealed before the mark appears. The Beast has not been revealed.

Does all this mean the vaccine and the mark are not connected? Not necessarily.

Satan has been using 2020 to train people to serve him without reservation or hesitation. He has been removing all the internal obstacles that help people resist him. The vaccine may be a way of preparing people to receive the mark. By the time the mark gets here, we may have been forced to do so many other things, in the name of good, that taking the mark will seem like just another trivial violation we need to get over with. Just get it done. Get in line, stick your hand out, take the mark, get the “I Took the Mark” sticker, and go home and wait for your good boy check.

I am no longer willing to receive the vaccine. Too many people are wary about it, and many are Spirit-filled Christians. They may not have a proper understanding of the science, and they may not understand what’s wrong with the vaccine, but it sure looks like the Holy Spirit is filling people with concern.

Many people think the vaccine permanently changes your DNA. From what I’ve read, this is not correct. I’ve read that it uses RNA to trick your cells into manufacturing covid proteins so your body can create antibodies. I’ve read that the effect is temporary and doesn’t alter your DNA. Maybe that’s true (and maybe scientists are wrong, which happens), but it may be that an RNA vaccine is a tool to prepare us to accept shots that really do alter our DNA.

If common people can’t tell the difference between an RNA vaccine and a DNA vaccine now, many won’t be able to tell the difference later when we are offered another “harmless” vaccine that really does change our DNA. They’ll think it’s another RNA vaccine, or they’ll think it’s a DNA vaccine and that it’s okay to take it because they already had one that didn’t harm them.

Satan likes to move in baby steps. One day, you’re voting for Hitler to build up the German economy, and down the road, you’re cheering while the Einsatzgruppen round up your Jewish neighbors so they can drive them out of town and shoot them next to a ditch.

For all I know, the mark is something that alters DNA.

It’s an interesting question. Most people don’t realize that the battle in the supernatural realm is genocidal. Satan and God and fighting to get rid of each other’s seed. Satan was rightly partially castrated in the flood, and he is a castrater and abortionist. There are two families: God’s, and Satan’s, and God and Satan are working toward futures in which their families have overwhelming dominance and numbers on earth.

What is it that makes you a member of another person’s biological family? DNA. If you’re a Christian, you know that blessings and curses are hereditary. At least part of the time, DNA is involved. Intelligence, health, talent, good character, and looks are inherited. So are stupidity, mental illness, criminal tendencies, addictive tendencies, ugliness, sickle cell anemia, Huntington’s chorea, many cancers, dwarfism, and, some believe, homosexuality.

If you let a scientist change your DNA, isn’t it possible you’re changing your divine inheritance? Maybe your salvation depends in part on your DNA. Maybe changing it can make you a child of Satan and cause your blessings to be replaced with curses. That would certainly explain why every person who takes the mark will be damned.

Maybe spirits see our DNA, and when it contains certain flags, they enter us and do what they do, or they pass by because it says they’re barred. Maybe it’s like the blood on the lintels during the first Passover.

The flood was God’s effort to cleanse the earth of the DNA of fallen angels who impregnated women. What if the mark is Satan’s effort to use science to spread that DNA? What if he’s trying to hack DNA in order to cheat in the genocidal war? He uses the internet to imitate the way the Holy Spirit connects Christians. Why wouldn’t he use gene modification to imitate the spread of salvation?

I won’t take the vaccine. Not until I have reason to be comfortable with it. Covid is a mild disease, I’m not afraid of death, and I think I’ve already had covid. It’s not a big deal to me. The prospect of getting deeper into the body of the Beast is repugnant to me.

Right now, I may have three decades of life left, and they’re the worst decades, unless you count childhood, which is pretty awful. On top of that, I would have to live them in a world that hates me with unprecedented intensity and cruelty. I’m not all that desperate to be here during the diaper and weakness years.

We all get old. We all fall apart. We all die. It’s going to happen to every person who reads this, barring the rapture or early death. How hard are you willing to work to hold on just a little longer? What are you willing to give up? The word says he that loves his life will lose it.

Cling to Whatever Works

It’s December 26, and I am still here.

For a few months, I’ve had a powerful impression that the rapture would occur by December 24. I didn’t know whether to trust it or not. There are some things I believe I receive from God, which I have found to be completely trustworthy. Others have not always panned out. I suppose it’s up to me to decide which things to hold onto and which to discard.

From time to time, I get words and phrases, like, “I will not be rushed,” or, “There is nothing good about worry.” I generally record these things so I can refer to them later. They have always turned out to be consistent with the Bible and my understanding of Christianity, and as far as I can recall, none have turned out to be wrong. I believe I can go on trusting these words.

I also started practicing prophecy. It’s like praying in tongues, but you let yourself go in your native language. Derek Prince recommended it. I had some false starts, but these days, nothing I say turns out to be a problem. I don’t find myself making specific predictions, but God tells me he will give me victory, that I shouldn’t worry, that the evil times the world is going through won’t touch me, that I belong to him, and so on. Biblical prophecy isn’t always about the future, and when it is, it is often vague, so I don’t see any problems.

It seems like what I’m doing is like prayer in tongues, only stronger, because I understand what I’m saying. That makes sense to me, because Paul seemed to say that prophecy was better than prayer in tongues. One good thing about it is that you can relay what you hear to other people without resorting to interpretation.

Prophecy looks sound.

When I ask God yes or no questions, I get answers that sometimes turn out to be wrong. I don’t know if this is because my own desires make me override God’s real answers or because I’m imagining answers. The problems seem to be worst when dates are involved. It may be that my own biases are the problem.

I have had dreams that seemed prophetic, and as far as I know, they have proven reliable. The important thing is to know which dreams came from God and which ones are garbage.

Prayer in tongues is completely trustworthy. It never fails to work, and the more I do it, the better life gets. I have tried interpretation, and it appears to work, too.

I thought I should write this, because I often write about things I think God has told me. If I find out I have deceived myself, I should inform other people who listen to me, so they won’t be deceived, too.

I wish I could point to a preacher who has the answers, but if such a person exists, I don’t know who he is. They’re all unsatisfactory. They can only take you so far. You have to learn from the Holy Spirit.

Do I still think the rapture is imminent? Absolutely. There are too many positive indications. We are losing our free will because of technology, we appear to be seeing the dawn of the tribulation, the last great Christian country on earth has cast its vote for Satan, people are getting too filthy to share the planet with, and leaving us here no longer pays off for God the way it used to.

My advice is to keep praying in tongues and to keep asking God for correction and revelation. Read Psalm 32 and work on self-examination, confession, and repentance. Ask God to do the hard work for you, because otherwise, it will never get done. You can’t do it. Separate yourself from the common culture. There is no point in trying to please people who are going to hell.

Shooting Arcana Continue to Befuddle

Every time I hear an abysmally ignorant leftist ask why anyone needs more than one gun, I feel like asking, “Why do you need more than one piece of silverware?” Guns are really complicated. Different guns are good for different things. You wouldn’t eat soup with a fork, and you wouldn’t cut steak with a teaspoon.

The more I learn about guns and shooting, the less I feel like I know.

Today I learned some new stuff about .17 Hornady Magnum Remington, the queen of rimfires. I say “queen,” because .17 Winchester Super Magnum is the new king.

You would think all guns would have similar cleaning requirements. Generally, they shoot lead or copper-covered projectiles, using smokeless powder. You would think they would all need the same kind of cleaning, and that every gun would need cleaning at about the same intervals. Of course, none of that is true.

I have learned that .17 HMR barrels have a peculiar problem: powder residue accumulates around the bores at the muzzle ends in kind of a star pattern. It’s very hard, it’s irregularly shaped, and of course, it degrades accuracy.

A well-made muzzle is very important to good accuracy. The muzzle is the last thing a bullet sees on the way out of a gun, and if there’s a burr on the muzzle, it can send a bullet off in the wrong direction. Strangely, many guns have carelessly made muzzles. Others have muzzles that are recessed in various ways to protect them from damage.

I have generally cleaned my .17 HMR with a Bore Snake, which is a rope sort of a thing with metal bristles embedded in it. Bore Snakes are very, very handy. They’re also fast. When used for an appropriate job, a Bore Snake will get a great deal of the crud out of a barrel in one or two passes. A while back, I learned about jags, and I started using them. A jag is a cylindrical brass plug with indentations machined into it. It would be pretty hard to describe without using a picture. You wrap a cloth patch around your jag, and you shove it through the barrel using a rod. The fit is tight, and it cleans well.

I have noticed that my rifle seems to lose accuracy after a couple of dozen shots, so I asked for help. Someone told me about the muzzle issue. I looked at my muzzle, and it had an irregular ring of hard crust on it. I was aghast. It looked like the muzzle was ruined. I attacked it with Bore Tech Eliminator, Q-Tips, and my fingernails. I got it off. I used a jag and patches to finish up.

I looked for more information, and here is what I learned: the .17 HMR produces a lot of powder residue but not much copper fouling. If it turns out this is wrong, sorry, but it’s always hard to pin down the truth when it comes to guns. The powder residue is what you have to worry about. If you can take care of that, the copper shouldn’t be a big problem.

I also learned that Tipton “universal” bore guides are not universal.

A bore guide is a device which funnels your cleaning rod and attachment into the chamber of your gun without allowing anything to scrape the barrel. You clean from the chamber, not the muzzle, so you don’t screw the muzzle up. I bought a “universal” bore guide, and today I learned that it won’t fit a Savage 93R or any other .17 HMR rifle.

A company called Possum Hollow makes Delrin bore guides for rimfire rifles. You can also get a bore guide from some guy with an Italian name. I didn’t bother with him even though people recommend his product. You have to call him on the phone and send him a check. No; it’s 2020. We don’t do that any more. I ordered a Possum Hollow guide, and my plan is to clean my rifle as soon as I notice the groups opening up. I’m hoping to prove that the powder crust is what causes me to have inaccurate strings of shots. If I can prove it, I can come up with a maximum number of shots to take between cleanings, and I’ll be the Grand Poobah of .17 HMR marksmanship.

It may not be necessary to clean the entire gun. It may well be that cleaning the muzzle will make all the difference.

If you’re wondering why .17 HMR has a problem .22 Magnum or .17 Hornet doesn’t, I don’t have a clue. Guns are weird.

In other news, I finally got a rangefinder. I probably spent too much. I opted for a Leica which interfaces with my Kestrel ballistic calculator. I think the connectivity is probably an overrated asset, but I didn’t want to buy cheap and then find out I had blown it. The Leica will tell the Kestrel how far away targets are, what the inclination is, and so on, and the Kestrel will tell me how many MRAD’s to hold over.

I found out it’s 100 yards to my mailbox. That’s not me guessing. That’s science.

I had to buy that silly bore guide for the Savage, so I decided to do something I’ve been wanting to do. I ordered a real chronograph. I have a Competition Electronics Prochrono DLX, and it’s great for pistol reloading, but if you want to be a precision rifle shooter, you need a Magnaspeed or a Labradar. Magnaspeeds are not expensive, but you have to clamp a doodad on your muzzle, and I didn’t want any part of that. Labradars sit beside you on tripods, and they tell you all sorts of things. You don’t have to put them downrange where you will eventually shoot them. Very nice.

My understanding is that Labradar sticks it to you on batteries. They tell you to use AA’s, when they know their unit will run about 35 seconds on a fresh batch. They sell big USB batteries to fix this problem. Luckily for me, I already have big USB batteries. Labradar also sells tripods, but I think the tripods I already have will work fine. Labradar doesn’t include a padded case with their chronograph, which is amazing, because it’s expensive. I have a padded laptop case I don’t need, and I have high hopes for it.

My rangefinder and Kestrel have been introduced to each other, so I need to get to a real gun range and do some shooting. Either that, or I should move my new portable shooting bench back to 300 yards on my own land.

I have a feeling all of my .17 HMR troubles were caused by powder fouling. I never knew the problem existed, so I did nothing to compensate. It’s a very little-known problem, so my guess is that 98% of .17 HMR shooters–the ones who claim you can’t get consistent accuracy–have crusty muzzles and don’t know it.

There is a guy in England who posts Youtube videos in which he uses .17 HMR to kill rabbits from over 200 yards. If he shoots as well as he seems to, the rest of us must be doing it wrong. It can’t be the ammunition. You can’t make your own .17 HMR, and supposedly, all of it comes from Winchester and CCI regardless of what the labels say. It’s not the ammunition, and there is no reason to think his rifle should shoot straighter than the ones people use here in the US.

I’ll post one of his videos. Maybe I’ve posted other ones.

I should get out and shoot tomorrow. Hope my powder theory is right.

Are You Really a Maker if You Buy Stuff?

I am still overthinking the business of procuring a new welding table.

To re-cover old ground, I thought I might buy a Fabblock table, which is a box made from 1/4″ plate, supported by transverse ribs welded to it on the underside. Then I thought maybe I should buy an Arc Flat table, which would be two or more cast iron boxes that could be bolted together side by side. Then I considered making my own table from a sheet of plate. After that, I thought maybe I should buy strips of plate, mill them flat, and bolt them to a table side by side with 2″ gaps between them.

I would like to have a fairly flat table. My current table has a 1/16″ crown in the middle, which means it’s pretty flat. I don’t want anything wavier than that. The biggest challenge in welding is putting things together square and flat, and the flatter your table is, the easier it will be.

I was getting to the point where buying strips of plate seemed like the way to go. Then I saw another sales pitch. It came from Texas Metal Works, a company that makes box-style steel tables.

TMW, as I will call it out of laziness, has a page where they defend their tables. One of the problems with choosing a table is the fact that a lot of the most detailed information comes from people who are trying to sell you things. It makes the information hard to trust. You have to dig around and try to determine how sound it is. Anyway, TMW’s page attempts to debunk a video made by a company called Fireball Tools.

Fireball makes inventive tools, including cast iron panels you can attach to a frame to create your own table. You can’t make tables of arbitrary size, because the panels are 12″ by 24″. A panel costs $125, and it requires a little machining, which I can do easily. If I made a 24″ by 54″ table, which is as close as I could come using Fireball products, the panels alone would run me $650, so figure $800 for a table which would be smaller than I want.

Fireball criticized Fabblocks. A standard Fabblock is made from 1/4″ steel. You can get thicker tables, but 1/4″ is where they start. TMW makes a table which is nearly the same thing, so when Fireball criticized Fabblocks, TMW had a dog in the fight.

Jason Marburger, the Fireball Tool guy, took a Fabblock and stuck a clamp into one of its fixture holes. Then he put about 1,000 pounds of force on it. When he was done, the hole had a burr around the edge. The clamp had a round post that went through the hole, and it worked by catching on the hole as pressure was applied. This only works because holes allow round rods to lean slightly. If they stood straight in the holes, they would slide right out. Because they lean over, there is friction.

I thought the Fireball video showed that 1/4″ steel was a bad idea, but TMW makes some good points.

1. No one in his right mind puts 1,000 pounds of force on a welding clamp. I agree with this point. If you have to put that much force on a clamp, something is wrong, and when you weld your joint, it will have an internal stress trying to open it, just as strong as the force you had to apply to close it.

2. Some welding accessories are made to work with 1/4″ steel, and if you make it thicker, you can get compatibility issues.

3. TMW is only too happy to make thicker tables on request, and they make more money from them, but they advise people to go with thinner tops instead.

4. TMW makes welding tables in a commercial environment, they can make new ones for very little, and they use their own 1/4″ tables to make the ones they sell.

TMW put up photos of one of their big tables hanging from two clamps, and they showed that the damage to the holes was so slight, they couldn’t be sure the clamps did it.

So we have two companies duking it out. Both make expensive products, but only TMW advises you to buy cheaper ones.

TMW says you can’t really get extreme, lasting flatness without spending several times as much money. Other companies try to make it sound like their lower-tier tables are extremely flat. For example, they’ll say the plates are cut on laser machines that have tolerances of a few thousandths or ten-thousandths of an inch over long distances, but they don’t point out that the tolerance of a machine isn’t the tolerance of a product it makes. Once the cut plate comes off the machine, things can happen to it in the assembly process.

Here’s a quotation:

All providers cut parts for welding tables on industrial CNC lasers, which are built to very tight tolerances. For example, a Baileigh Fiber Laser quotes .0004? per foot of repeatability, and ~.005? minimum cutting width. And while these numbers are impressive, they have absolutely nothing to do with the quality of fabrication of a finished product coming off them! They are products on their own.

Of course, that passage comes from a page in which TMW is comparing its own table to a truly flat one costing much more, so caveat emptor.

Making a table would validate my existence as a welder/fabricator. A lot of welders deride people who buy tables. On the other hand, zillions of professionals buy tables, so it’s probably more accurate to say that a real professional buys instead of building.

I figure I can make a decent table for under $800, whereas an assembled 5′ by 2.5′ TMW table could be sitting in my driveway next week for $1700. A 5′ by 2′ Fabblock kit, unassembled, would run $1250.

To make things more complicated, a guy just told me flat tables don’t stay flat once you use them. Does he know what he’s talking about? I don’t know. He’s a random guy on a forum. For all I know, his metal-bonding experience consists of several adventures with a Radio Shack soldering iron.

At least I’ve come to a tentative decision regarding table size. I was thinking of 3′ by 4′, but now I’m thinking 2.5′ by 5′. The square footage is nearly the same, but I would get an extra foot of length, and I think that would be much more useful than the 6 inches of width I would lose.

All this cogitation is based on the premise that the rapture isn’t coming this year. Still not sure what to think about that. I have never “predicted” that it would, but I keep having strong impressions that it will, and then there were the two Christmas-related rapture dreams I had. Also, other people have had rapture dreams involving Christmas. In my dreams, I found myself singing “I’ll be Home for Christmas,” and a lady who heard about these dreams said she had found herself singing that song in her dreams, too, and that it made sense to her after reading about my experiences.

If the rapture is upon us, there is no point in buying or building a welding table. On the other hand, if I place an order or start working on a table, and the rapture comes, my trying to get a new table won’t cause any problems.

When it comes to expensive tools, you need experience in order to know what to buy, but if you never buy anything, you aren’t likely to get experience. I guess I should make a decision and jump in. It looks like a maximum of around $900 is at stake, since I have to spend around $800 no matter what, and an assembled factory table would run around $1700.