Am I Doing it Right, Mr. Biden?

It’s a very nice day. My AR-15 upper order has been confirmed. No word on when it will get here.

Something else nice happened tomorrow. I got an alert saying a lower receiver I wanted was in stock online at a good price. I jumped on it. I also ordered a padded buttstock.

I was expecting to have to use the upper with my existing lower, because reasonably priced lowers are hard to find these days.

I went with Anderson manufacturing. This is a well-known company that supplies receivers for other businesses. People say Anderson receivers work great, although there may be prettier receivers made by boutique outfits. I have zero complaints about the mid-tier receiver on my first AR, so I don’t see a problem. The AR world is full of cork-sniffers who pay out the nose for things that don’t help.

I got the receiver for $10 less than MSRP, and in the current climate, that seems like a steal.

I also ordered a third LaRue Tactical trigger. I asked for a straight trigger. I like them better than curved ones.

The upper is from White Oak Armament. The barrel will be fluted and threaded.

The only thing that concerns me about this gun is the weight. I ordered a 22″ barrel in order to make sure I got all the velocity .204 Ruger can offer, and length means weight. Fluting will help somewhat.

I have read that some people have trouble using .204 Ruger in .223 magazines, so I have put out feelers to get recommendations in case my current magazines don’t work. I have read that a company called C-Products makes great magazines for .204 Ruger. They’re called Duramags. Supposedly, the .223 models will work fine, but they also make them specifically for .204 Ruger, so I think I’ll pick up a few. I haven’t found them in sizes beyond 10 rounds. Maybe I can also get a 20-round .223 job and see what happens. If it works, I’ll use it for .204 Ruger. If not, it will be fine for .223.

I had a crazy idea about squirrel hunting. My .22 rifles just are not accurate or powerful enough to do what I need. I want something I can use to hit a fairly distant squirrel in the head, with enough energy to put the lights out even with an off-center hit. The other day I learned that .17 HMR is not as accurate as I had thought, so that’s probably not the best choice. I read that some people hunt squirrels with .204 Ruger, and that got me thinking.

A .204 Ruger round has tons of energy, so I assume body shots would splatter squirrels and make the meat useless. But the same energy would probably be great insurance for head shots. The meat would be fine, and the squirrel would be on a little pearly wheel in squirrel heaven before it knew what was going on.

I should eventually get a 6.5 Creedmoor upper for my LR-308, not to mention a better buttstock.

I have totally gotten the message, my Democrat friends. You’re all for tolerance and love, so you definitely want me to spend more money on the things I enjoy. Thanks for understanding.

New Upper Receiver on the Way

I think I’ll continue swimming against the current. It’s a beautiful day, and I feel great. The reality you live in depends on your relationship with God, not your lockdowns, creepy vaccines, or ridiculous, ineffective masks.

Last night I did something I had been trying to talk myself out of. I bought an AR-15 upper in .204 Ruger. It has an M-Lok handguard and a 1:10 twist, which is somewhat faster than the much-criticized industry standard of 1:12. It has a fluted varmint barrel 22″ long. People say you need about 21″ to make the .204 Ruger achieve top speed, and without top speed, .204 Ruger is somewhat pointless. It’s all about speed.

I use the present tense, saying “has,” as though the upper already existed. The company that makes it says it’s shipping uppers 1-4 weeks after they’re ordered. I’m hoping I’ll be more toward the one than the 4, because .204 Ruger is unpopular. Demand should be low.

For all the blue-state whiners who may come to check my blog, take heart. The .204 Ruger cartridge is not very useful for killing human beings.

I have never been a big fan of the AR-15, but my feelings keep evolving as I learn. I still think it’s a bad choice for self-defense because of the reliability issues. But it’s turning out to be a great choice for nearly everything else.

I thought the AR-15 platform was inherently inaccurate, because everyone said so. They said they got poor results with it. Of course, most people couldn’t hit their own rear ends with a pistol. Probably less that 1% of the shooting population is worth listening to when it comes to accuracy. I have learned that the platform is actually very accurate, so that concern is gone. Gas guns like the AR-15 are harder to shoot well than bolt guns, and very few people know how to shoot them, because they don’t get training. You have to be a better shot to run an AR-15. You have to know more. Once you do, you have a semiautomatic platform that holds 30 rounds and may shoot into under 0.5 MOA, depending on your ammo and the quality of your gun.

Not only will an AR-15 shoot well; learning to make it shoot will make you a better shot, all-around. The things you do to make an AR shoot well should also be done when shooting other types of guns. This makes the AR a better choice for beginners than a bolt gun, because it teaches you more. A bolt gun is like MIG, and an AR-15 is like TIG.

There go my accuracy concerns.

What about other advantages? Here’s a big one. The AR-15 is made to hold lots of stuff. If you hunt, there is no telling what you may want to put on your gun. A light. A bulky night vision scope and illuminator. A heavy thermal scope. The stocks bolt-action rifles come with are not made for all that junk, but AR-15 furniture is.

The additional firepower is clearly a plus. Some states limit magazine capacity for certain applications, but sometimes you can have all you want. I have a Thompson Center rifle which is limited to three rounds in the box. Three! They refuse to make bigger magazines, and no other company makes them. What if I shoot a pig and wound it, and I need to finish it off? If you screw up badly enough, you could need up to 10 rounds to do the humane thing. That’s not going to happen if I’m operating a bolt and changing magazines. Another thought: some animals charge hunters. You can see hogs do it in videos. Do I really want to face an angry pig with one round gone and three remaining?

It seems to me that an AR-15 or AR-10 is a great choice for someone like me. I’m not doing benchrest shooting, so I don’t need a super expensive target rifle. I need something practical and accurate for hunting and for the type of target shooting I do. I need the option of bigger magazines. I don’t need a perfect curly maple stock. I need something that works. It all adds up to AR-15.

For self-defense, I still say it’s Eastern bloc all the way. The odds that an AR-15 will stop up when I need it are slim, but the odds that a Vz-58 or AK-47 will stop up are vanishingly small. And 7.62x39mm is just plain better for self-defense.

This is how things look to me right now. Maybe the picture will continue to change.

I was resisting getting a new upper, but I am getting old, and what good will an expensive coffin do me? BLM and Antifa nuts will just dig me up and steal the brass handles and sell them to buy crack.

On the political and religious front, there is momentous news. Parler is dead. Who didn’t see this coming? When did I start telling people conservatives and Christians would be thrown off the Internet? Maybe 2009? It has been obvious for a long, long time.

People who have no idea how things work have been high-fiving and chest-puffing about Parler and Gab, saying they’re where real conservatives will go to be safe from censorship. Well, one down and one to go.

The amazing thing is that Parler set up its tent in Jeff Bezos’ front yard and expected to thrive! They depended on Amazon Web Services for hosting! “Hello, Mr. Hitler? Is it okay if we build a synagogue on top of the Führerbunker?”

Gab is still online, and in true self-serving conservative bigwig fashion, Gab’s CEO is taking advantage of Parler’s demise by poaching members. Come on over! You’re welcome! Of COURSE you’re welcome. What business doesn’t want another business’s customers?

It reminds me of Pajamas Media. Fight the exclusionary leftist Internet cabal! Join our exclusionary right-wing Internet cabal!

That went really well, didn’t it?

I may actually join, just to watch things unfold. It can’t make things any worse for me. Sodomy is an abomination! If you reject Jesus Christ, you go hell! Caitlyn Jenner is a man! I’ve said more than enough to get me on the persecution list.

Parler may get new hosting. Doesn’t matter. It has been shaken once, and to intelligent people, that shows it can be shaken again, with permanent results. Gab may be doing better right now, but the Internet is still part of the grid. It’s enemy territory, and it will be taken away one way or the other.

Conservative-friendly platforms will only be permitted to exist if they become so full of carnal people they advance Satan’s causes.

The left is violent and stupid, so we should be violent and stupid! The left relies on social media, so we should rely on social media! It won’t work. Statists are insiders, and we’re outsiders. The rules are different for us.

It’s wonderful, how Satan uses carnal conservatives and Christians to justify tyranny. A few benighted people executed a fleeting, minor riot in DC. A few true imbeciles put up Nazi and white supremacist content on Parler and Gab. Now we are all tarred as terrorists. It’s like gun control. A schizophrenic idiot who plays first-person-shooter games 14 hours a day shoots up a school, and the statists say it proves your pastor shouldn’t have an AR-15 to protect his 14 adopted Somali kids.

When did we decide unpleasant views justified depriving people of their platforms? That’s new.

Remember the Skokie case? A bunch of American Nazis decided to march in Skokie, Illinois, a neighborhood full of Jews. They complied with the law, just like other parade organizers. When the authorities tried to stop them, the courts stepped in. It’s legal for Nazis to parade in Jewish neighborhoods unless they break the law. In the United States, it’s legal to be a Nazi, a Communist, a jihadist, a Satanist, or a Klan member. It’s legal to write books and publish newspapers promoting your craziness. It’s legal to have TV shows and radio shows. Why, then, is it illegal for a Nazi to have a Facebook account?

Answer: because Satan needs a way to silence Christians. Holy-Spirit-led Christians are overwhelmingly conservative. Nazis and white supremacists also tend to be hold some conservative views, although Nazis are statists and closely aligned with the left in many ways. If Internet bigwigs can find enough Nazis and racists on conservative social media, and if they can mainstream censorship (which our government is not allowed to do), then they can silence lots of Christians. This will make the world seem more statist than it is, and people are unthinking herd animals. If they think everyone else is a statist, they will become statists, too.

Nazis and other nuts should be allowed on social media, and the correct response is to counteract their propaganda with truth. As people with common sense have always said, banning speech you don’t like leads to the banning of important, beneficial expression. The people who do the banning will always be corrupt, and they will always be unfair. It’s better to let people rant. Jesus was unpopular. The prophets were unpopular. If they were on social media today, they would be banned.

They’re already banned in many stores. Try getting a store clerk to say, “Merry Christmas.”

Some people say the winners write history. That’s not really true. Leftists write history, even when they lose. It’s how they shape the future.

You’re going to be censored online. Get used to the idea. No one is going to put up alternative services which will last and keep us in touch with each other. You need to hear from the Holy Spirit. He is our Internet.

Armed uprisings and new social media sites are carnal solutions, and you can’t win a supernatural war with carnality.

We’re going to lose. God is going to remove us from the world. You need to separate yourself from the provocation, which is just Satan, trying to get you to step out from under God’s protection. To sort of paraphrase the message of the old movie War Games, the only way to lose the war Satan is trying to start is not to play.

The Bible says we are supposed to be the head and not the tail. Here’s something God told me: wherever the head goes, the tail goes. Tails follow heads. That’s how animals are built. When Satan was cast out of heaven, he swept a third of the angels down with him with his tail. That means they followed him. Jesus was supposed to be their head, but they didn’t listen.

If you let Satan’s effort to tempt you to get carnal with the statists, you will be chasing his tail, and you risk ending up where he’s going. He’s a loser. Let him lose without the pleasure of your company.

Statists will torment us as much as our supernatural situations permit. Big deal. Once your body is gone, you will never see these people again. Remember what Moses said about Egypt’s army? “You will see them again no more forever.” Won’t that be nice? The statist terrorists can’t go where we’re going. They won’t be able to have parades in heaven. No more rainbow banners, naked men in body paint, or giant pavement propaganda graffitti.

It’s terrible that people will be destroyed, but it’s not as bad as going with them and continuing to be subjected to their presence.

They’ll get rid of me sooner or later, even though I pay my own hosting fees. Get ready for it. I don’t care. Not a big deal. I may as well thank everyone who has read this blog over the years, although don’t get too full of yourselves, because it’s not like you gave me a kidney. Maybe I have a year left. Maybe a few months. I can’t tell, so I thank you now.

Anode You’d Want to Read About This

It’s amazing how little normal homeowners know about the pitfalls of home maintenance.

I probably discovered water heater anodes last year, far into middle age, and I am not a stupid person. I wonder how many of my readers know about them.

Your water heater has a long metal rod in it, and the purpose is to prevent the tank from rusting. The rod corrodes, and the hope is that the tank will not. The rod is called a sacrificial anode. You can also find them on boat hulls and engines. If you don’t replace your anode regularly, you may come home to a rusty flood and no hot water.

I don’t know if there is a standard length for anodes. Mine is something like a yard long. Anodes are attached to threaded fittings at one end. The fittings go into female fittings at the tops of water tanks, and the anodes hang down in the water. The upper fitting on my rod has a hex at the top, and it’s 1-1/16″ in size.

Your anode is said to have a lifespan of 3-5 years, depending on the breaks. Soft water eats them faster.

If you’re mechanically inclined, maybe you’re already starting to see what a fun project checking an anode can be.

To get to my anode, I had to remove a plastic cap on top of my water heater. Then I had to dig out and dispose of a considerable amount of foam insulation. When they make water heaters, they’re too busy to put temporary dams around anode fittings when they shoot the foam in. They just fill the whole area up.

I had to use a screwdriver to dig the foam out so I could get to the hex, and when I was done, I had crumbs everywhere. I had to use a vacuum to get rid of all of them, because otherwise, they could have fallen into the tank. From there, I have no idea where they would have gone. I had to drain some water out of the tank to remove the anode, and for all I know, the mouth of the output tube was exposed so it could suck crumbs up and send them into my plumbing.

Here’s what Rheem, the company that made my water heater, says you should do. Turn off the power to the water heater. Open a hot water faucet in the house. Drain a couple of gallons out of the tank through the fitting on the bottom. Dig the foam out of the anode access hole. Put a wrench with a breaker bar on the hex fitting. Remove the anode. Check it. If it’s not looking good, replace it. If it’s okay, but it back in. Use 6 wraps of Teflon tape on the threads.

Obviously, one wonders why Rheem doesn’t put Teflon tape on the threads when they install the rods.

They have a Youtube video in which a well-groomed, chipper plumbing professional replaces an anode in about 20 seconds. He doesn’t mention vacuuming up crumbs. You don’t get to see him grunting while shoving on a breaker bar. They might as well have hired Betty White.

Once I had my foam out of the way, I put a socket with a 4-foot breaker bar on the hex and pushed. Here’s what happened: the water heater turned. The hex wasn’t having any of it. No movement whatsoever. Because Rheem didn’t put Teflon tape on it. The way they tell us to.

If I had kept pushing, I would have broken the PVC pipes going in and out of the water heater. What about having a friend hold the tank? Well, he would have to weigh about 400 pounds. The best I can do around here is a lady who probably checks in at around 125.

Funny; the video guy’s water heater didn’t get up and move like mine did.

Call me a cynic, but what if Rheem didn’t really want you to change your anode? What if they wanted you to give up and just buy a new water heater every 5 years? That would make their policy of over-torquing Teflon-free hex fittings a brilliant move.

Not suggesting anything, of course.

Rheem didn’t count on me and my tools. They didn’t see me coming.

I took my Harbor Freight hydraulic cart and put my portable compressor on it. I borrowed a short air hose from my air-powered hydraulic press/finger brake. I got out my impact wrench. Not driver. Wrench.

I rolled the compressor to the garage, put an impact socket on the hex, and blasted away until the crud on the seized threads broke and the hex came shooting up out of its prison.

HA. In your FACE, Rheem.

The anode didn’t look bad. I’ll bet I get three more years out of it. I put it back.

I wrapped it with 6 layers of Teflon tape, and I torqued it to the ridiculous figure Rheem supposedly recommends, which would be about right for putting lug nuts on aluminum rims.

Are you crazy? No I didn’t. I got some anti-seize and applied it to the threads. I tightened the hex with an ordinary socket wrench until it seemed reasonably tight but not likely to be hard to remove next January when I check the anode again. Assuming the rapture doesn’t save me from that job. I turned the water on and watched the hex carefully, and of course, no water came out. Why would it? Water fittings don’t have to be nearly as tight as air fittings, and I have installed tons of air fittings. They don’t have to be torqued down to the point where you burst a blood vessel in your head while turning the wrench, and water fittings require still less torque. I don’t care what Rheem says.

Was it safe to use anti-seize instead of Teflon? Who cares? Over the course of my life, as a result of lubricating that fitting, I will probably ingest an amount of anti-seize so tiny you would need an electron microscope to see it. I don’t sit around drinking hot water from the tap. I could have greased it with Ebola and plutonium and it probably wouldn’t have mattered. On top of that, I Googled, and all sorts of professionals say to use anti-seize. I haven’t seen any class actions yet.

Anti-seize is the correct thing to use when joining dissimilar metals with threads. I doubt Teflon is approved for that. Whether it is or not, I don’t trust it the way I trust anti-seize.

My other water heater is upstairs. There is no way in hell I’m going to carry my compressor up there. I’m not stupid enough to carry 75 pounds up a stairway. Harbor Freight sells a 100-foot air hose for about $11. Guess what I’m going to buy.

I was blessed, by the way. My downstairs water heater was installed in a closet with a 10-foot ceiling. What about yours? How much clearance will you have when you try to take your yard-long rod out of your heater? My bet: NOT ENOUGH. Why didn’t the video guy try to take a rod out of a water heater in a closet with an 8-foot or lower ceiling? Didn’t want to mess up his mani/pedi. That’s my guess.

The sissy.

“Sissy” is a forbidden word these days, so I try to use it a lot.

I would have loved to see him cutting his filthy, rusty, slimy anode in half with a sawzall after removing everything from the closet. That would have been precious.

I really don’t think they want you to change your anode. If they did, they would have made it easier.

When your anode goes bad, if you have a low ceiling or a shelf above your water heater, you’re going to have to find some way to cut or bend the anode to get it out. Then what do you do to get the new one in? I know the answer. They make jointed anodes that look like strings of sausages. You’ll have to buy one unless you want to cut a hole in your roof.

You’re going to have a hard time getting your old anode out if you don’t have an impact wrench. My wrench will instantly spin off fasteners a breaker bar won’t budge, and I had to hold it on my hex fitting for quite a while before it moved it.

Let me suggest something. Maybe it will work. When you buy your next water heater, because you couldn’t get the anode out of your old one, take the anode out of the new one. It should be much easier than removing it after a year of corrosion. Apply anti-seize and reinstall it. Maybe this will make it possible to get it out when you need to. If you have a low ceiling, put a jointed anode in before you install the water heater.

I’m just guessing, but I don’t see how these tactics can hurt.

I’m holy and anointed and all, but I still feel like punching someone at Rheem. If they cared at all, this job would be much easier.

The Antichrist Pupates

The strange dreams keep coming.

Last night, I dreamed I was on a farm my grandfather owned. He had a bunch of big properties, and this was one of my favorites. It was a 300-acre spread in a big bottom by a river. He raised cattle, and he also had soybeans, hay, tobacco, and corn.

In the dream, I thought I had inherited the entire place. Strangely, it was also in Ocala, where I live now. I found myself riding a Honda CT70. This is a small trail bike. They made them 50 years ago. My friend Mike had one, and he wishes he still did. His family had a farm near Ocala, and when I visited them, he let me ride the Honda. I thought it was fantastic. I didn’t have a driver’s license, so anything with an engine seemed wonderful.

In the dream, I was riding the Honda down a dirt road by a creek. I saw objects by the road. I saw a leather guitar strap. I figured it belonged to my tenant farmer. I hung it on a barbed-wire fence so he would see it, but the front of the strap had a lot of mildew on it.

I found myself carrying a strange lever-action BB gun. Between me and the creek, there were trees, and I saw squirrels in the trees. I tried to shoot one, but I didn’t have a clear shot.

When I got to the end of the road, I saw a house a stranger had built. I was not happy about it. I saw a utility cart shoot by from the left, toward another pasture. I followed so I could run the intruder off.

Where the pasture should have been, there was a settlement. It even had a medical clinic. I drove right into an exam room. There was a pretty blond doctor. I started telling everyone I owned the farm. Then I remembered that the family had sold it after my grandfather’s death.

In the next dream, I was here on my farm. I drove my utility cart up to my garage, and I saw a BMW Mini Cooper parked inside, along with another strange vehicle resembling a baby buggy. Again, I was not happy. I drove up the driveway, and I saw strangers getting out of cars. They were having some kind of celebration, like a picnic. I saw that I had outbuildings that were set up for it. One even had a sort of restaurant, under a roof but not enclosed. There were booths. A nice young black family was having lunch. The kids reminded me of a family I am very close to.

I started telling people I owned the place and that they had to go. I felt bad about ruining their event, because they seemed like nice people. It occurred to me that if I let them stay I might make some friends.

I approached a skinny red-haired guy with a beard. He looked like a caricature from a movie made by leftists. He looked like an angry, ignorant guy who spent all his time polishing AR-15’s and hoping for civil war. He was wearing a kerchief to cover his mouth and nose.

I told him everyone had to go, very politely, and he got mad. He said, “This guy hates NIGGERS!” I told him I didn’t use that word and I didn’t want anyone using it on my property. He pulled a sheath knife. I put my hand on my pistol, and I said, “I have that beat.” He yelled, “He hates niggers and Cubans!”

His wife, who looked like a Cuban, was next to him, and she calmed him down.

I walked around telling people they had to go. Whatever doubts I had about throwing them out were gone, after the episode with the bearded man.

What does it mean?

I live in an unusual atmosphere of safety. A lot of nominal Christians are not in the same position. They cling to dangerous cities and suburbs. When things go bad, they will flock to people like me and expect shelter. I won’t be able to do anything for them, although I might be able to help a few friends. Is the dream about Christians who won’t face reality and move while there is time?

A lot of Christians look nice on the outside, but the Holy Spirit hasn’t been allowed to do much work in them, so inside, they’re more like the Antichrist’s children. They are refusing to listen to people who tell them to move while they can. They trust their god, America, to look after them. They’ll try to burden the rest of us as the tribulation starts, but we will have to run nearly all of them off. They’re not really family.

Noah had to listen to his friends claw on the hull of the ark until the water silenced them.

Is this what the dream is about? I don’t know.

Today a friend texted me and sent a link to a Gab post. Gab is one of those sad conservative social media sites. I didn’t bother to look at it. The link suggested it was about Gab’s CEO. Apparently, conservatives are flocking to Gab, and he was welcoming them and defending Gab against accusations from the press.

I responded, saying I had little regard for conservative social media. I told my friend ham radio was probably the future. He liked that suggestion and asked where he could get information. My response: “Here’s irony: Youtube.”

What is Gab? It’s a high spot in a flood. The waters are rising, and conservatives and Christians (nominal and actual) are moving to high spots. Some high spots aren’t that great, and I think Gab and Full30 and Parler are examples.

If the left controls the Internet, can’t they take websites and apps away from us instantly? When persecution comes, is it smart to build your safe house in your enemy’s front yard?

I don’t think I’ve joined Gab. I recall being disturbed by credible tales of actual racism and hate there. I’m all for free speech, and I’m all for my right to choose not to hear it.

I have a Full30 account, but if Youtube is a Cadillac, Full30 is a rusty Vespa that needs a ring job. None of the conservative social media midgets are worth my time.

One of the Youtube Christians who go around healing people put up another video today, insisting Trump wasn’t going anywhere, even if Biden managed to get inaugurated. He’s excited about executing traitors. Yesterday, I saw another one making the same confident prediction. Would that it were true. I think they’re mistaken, but I’m not claiming God told me anything. Even recently, I’ve felt faith that Trump would stay in office, and God can do anything, but I have had faith for things that didn’t happen.

I have a crazy troll on my Youtube channel. She subscribed. I keep deleting everything she says. She does not like me. Sadly, on the Internet, enemies are more loyal than friends. She won’t go away.

She put up an angry comment saying Trump was just another globalist. A person who believes something that insane can believe anything. She shows that conservatives who don’t hear the Holy Spirit are as nutty as anyone.

Statists are deceived by demons. They really think white supremacism, which barely exists, is a problem. They think Republicans, not the well-known mobs of leftist terrorists, are the big danger to America. They think Trump, who fights to weaken the government, is a dictator. The nuts on the right who don’t listen to the Holy Spirit are just like them. They’re all Antichrist puppets. They’re all dangerous.

The guy who wants to see traitors executed put up a text a friend sent him. I’ll tell you what. I’ll take the time to transcribe it.

Don’t ask who I am and this will be my last post.

Trump is completely de-platformed… but the phones are still very much working. Also Trump’s peace missions and isolationism are about to pay off.

As I speak Trump has spoken to

Bolsonaro – Brazil
Modi – India
AMLO – Mexico
Suga – Japan
Putin – Russia
Jae-Ryong – S. Korea
(unknown) – Israel
Salman – Saudi Arabia
Fattah el-Sisi – Egypt
Duda – Poland

Why?

If there is one thing governments fear, it’s an unruly mob. The second thing they fear…a foreign global corporation that can control their population, unconditionally silence them and threaten their power.

Within the next 48 hours these governments will announce the process of passing legislation or using emergency powers to nationalize or take control of Twitter/Facebook/Google/Cloudflare(Microsoft)/Amazon(AWS).

The news will be such a system shock that by Monday, there will be a massive selloff of Big Tech and that will start pulling down the stock market with it.

You’ve been warned.

The execution guy says he’s not claiming it’s correct. Just putting it out there.

Okay, who trusts text messages that start with, “Don’t ask who I am”?

I don’t know much about the nations on the list, but here in America, no one will nationalize anything. First of all, it’s illegal. Second, the government loves social media. The real government is leftist at its core, and the social giants do its propagandizing. The Deep State loves the social giants. The new leftist-controlled Congress loves them. Biden adores them. You may hear some insincere squawking from time to time, from politicians who want to seem like they care about freedom, but in the USA, the social giants will continue to be protected, barring martial law.

China will never go after the social giants, because the social giants are already China’s slaves. They do everything China tells them to do. If China takes over, it will gain nothing, and it will get the headache and expense of running social media sites.

For a long time, I’ve believed that social media and other means of tech networking would replace the world’s governments. I still believe it. It’s inevitable. I think governments will support the giants because the giants seem to help them, free of charge. You know what they say, though. When you think you’re getting something for nothing, you’re the merchandise. The social giants are buying up power, irreversibly.

Social sites and apps are the nervous system and voice of the Beast, and the Beast will decide who wins. It’s really that simple. Conventional governments will go the way of brick-and-mortar stores and the print media, and we will see a new stage of human development. It’s like the Beast is going from larva to pupa.

I don’t want to be part of a colonial organism with an IT nervous system, no matter how much safety and security it promises us. The thought of being forced into unprotected mental fornication with billions of gross, unsavable boneheads who are wrong about everything makes me want to vomit. I wouldn’t want their fetid bodily fluids on me, and I really don’t want their mental, emotional, and spiritual secretions and excretions in my ears and mouth all day.

Statists want to turn us into a secular family. I refuse that offer. I don’t want to lie in a big, sweaty bed with stupid people who play video games all day and think Kim Kardashian and Megan Thee Stallion are heroes. Three years ago, God gave me my dream of being isolated from those people. Now the Beast wants me to share their toothbrushes? NO! I will never go back. We shouldn’t have to be raped daily by the government in order for it to do its proper job.

I’m not sure nationalized social media would be an improvement. Right now, in America, the First Amendment doesn’t apply to them, so they can limit our speech and ban the president himself. No one can sue. There is no redress. If the government owns them, they’ll have to obey the First Amendment. That sounds good, but the government itself is destroying the First Amendment, along with the Fourth, Second, and the biggest joke of all, the Tenth. As of today, Facebook could choose to let us speak freely. If a leftist government takes over, Facebook won’t have that option.

I think a government takeover would be a waste of time. The government is part of the Beast, and it always has been.

A government takeover might slow things down briefly, but it wouldn’t help in the long run. And the text message isn’t true. It’s just a rumor some crank put out. The big announcement is supposed to come by tomorrow. Don’t hold your breath.

There are no secular solutions. There is no secular salvation. The name “Yeshua” means “salvation” for a reason. The red baseball caps won’t protect you, and neither will Gab. If you insist on living near Antichrist hives, your guns won’t protect you, either. They’ll just prolong the siege.

It seems that the closer you get to God, the holier the people you leave behind are. If you become a nominal Christian, outright reprobates will drop you. If you pursue the Holy Spirit to some extent, most nominal Christians will drop you. If you really sink into the Spirit, people who don’t speak in tongues enough and who think Creflo Dollar is a genius will drop you. Presumably, if you get closer still to God, the people who reject are only slightly less close will drop you.

Is this what’s happening to me, or am I simply refusing to believe true prophets?

If the Beast’s servants are becoming more powerful and morphing into something new, shouldn’t God’s children be morphing, too? There is always symmetry in the supernatural.

I don’t think God wants a military coup. How would that glorify him? It would glorify the military. I think Trump is washed up, forever. I think rebellious America spent years making itself a big, juicy vomit sandwich, and we’re about to have to eat it. I think we’ll endure unbelievable indignities under President Biden, and President Harris will be even worse. I will be surprised if we don’t lose the Supreme Court within two years.

We should eventually see things like wealth taxes and attempted gun confiscations, even in red states. Maybe the government will steal land and redistribute it to minorities.

I believe people who really listen to God will get out of cities and be raptured before the tide of filth reaches their high spots, and Christians who don’t listen will be tormented as they were in Rome. I don’t believe those of us who got out will be able to help the others to any significant degree. They made their choice, we made ours, and I believe God will force most people to live by their choices.

Maybe the government will impose travel restrictions, taking the matter out of our hands and sparing us the pain of deciding whom we can take in. Travel restrictions have already been tried here, and under Biden, they are nearly certain to be imposed nationwide.

I’m not prophesying. Just making my best guesses based on the way the world works.

It would be wonderful if I turned out to be wrong. It would be nice to see God keep Trump in office.

Well, apart from the ensuing deluge of riots and murders.

Satan is Huffing and Puffing

I had a remarkable dream this morning.

I was in bed, in my favorite bedroom in my grandfather’s house. For some reason, my sister and one aunt were there.

My grandparents were still dead. They didn’t appear in the dream.

There were items on the floor of the room, in the corner. Things that were part of the estate.

One item was an Inuit soapstone sculpture. My dad took me to Alaska when I was 12, and he brought back a soapstone sculpture by an artist named Luke. It wasn’t very good. Made for tourists. It was an Inuit carrying a dead seal. In my dream, my grandfather had bought one, too, although he didn’t really go to Alaska with us. His carving was also an Inuit carrying a seal, but it was much nicer than the one my dad bought.

When I left Miami in 2017, I threw the real sculpture out. I had read that these sculptures had religious significance to the Inuits, and I wasn’t about to keep an idol in my house. I set it beside the road in the trash heap. American Indians worship demons and practice witchcraft. I told my friend Mike about it, and he loves to joke about how much he loved the sculpture and wishes I had given it to him.

In the dream, I put my grandfather’s sculpture on the bed, and I took a picture and sent it to Mike. The seal had turned into a wolf.

The house shook. It felt as though it had jumped 6 inches in the air and come back down. I heard wind howling outside, pressing against a window that faced east. In real life, there was no such window. The bedroom window faces north.

I wasn’t worried. I thought about the age of the house. It had been there since 1965, and nothing had hurt it.

Then the window broke. A piece of lumber had flown into it, breaking the grids and glass in the upper half of the window. Wind blew into the room, but I didn’t really feel it. I saw objects sailing toward the window, from yards away. They moved horizontally, as though something carried them. My longstanding feeling that the house was a safe shelter was instantly destroyed.

I moved to the left side of the window. There were about 18 inches of wall and then a corner. I stood in the corner. Nothing inside the room was damaged, and I wasn’t afraid. I watched with interest.

When I woke up, I wondered if the dream meant anything.

Here is what it seems to mean. My sister represents the world. Not the planet; the people. Not all of the people; just the overwhelming majority who don’t know God at all. This makes sense, because years ago, God gave me this phrase: “The whole world is like my sister.” She thinks she’s smarter than everyone else, and she can’t listen, so she doesn’t have God’s guidance or protection.

My aunt represented weak Christians.

The house represented America. It was a place I thought of as home, and I thought it was a safe haven. Lots of arrogant Americans think America is safe and invincible. That’s nuts.

The storm was the approaching tribulation. The airborne junk was Satan’s missiles. When the house jumped, it was Satan, being allowed to shake the world and start the torment.

This is how I see it, after praying.

I was in the house, but the house wasn’t my protection. When the place I thought of as my protection turned out to be open to attack, I was fine. I don’t know what happened to my aunt and my sister.

I believe that when my sister appears in dreams, she represents the people and spirits who belong to Satan. Worldly people and evil spirits that drive them; worldly people are the children of Satan and the body of the Antichrist. I think when she appears in my dreams, it means the forces of the fallen world are trying to call me back.

It’s unappealing, to say the least. My sister is the most repugnant person I know. Just to be in a room with her is to suffer. The only way she brings people happiness is to leave. People dread her arrival and celebrate her departure. When she fell in a ditch, broke her leg in two places, and had to move out of my aunt’s house and stop tormenting her, my aunt, my cousin, and I thought it was an answer to prayer. There is no possibility that I will ever interact with her again, unless I am forced.

I refer to her as my former sister or my biological sister.

One of the great things about my walk with God is that he separated me from people who make me miserable. The thought of going back is ridiculous.

I know some people who are reading this have abusive spouses or spirit-crushing bosses. Imagine life without them. What could any of them offer you to make you go back? It’s unthinkable. Death would be better.

A Youtube preacher who heals people has posted a video about a recent dream. He was with a group of people, and he was wearing a white shirt. He noticed blood on the back of his shirt, but no one else saw it. He went up a set of stairs and went to a room where there was “a rack of priestly garments.” He changed clothes. He wasn’t hurt.

He thinks the dream is about Mike Pence, refusing to take his own stand on things and putting the burden on the president. I don’t think that’s right.

In the Bible, Jesus is represent by a stairway. In Jacob’s dream, Jesus was a stairway to heaven, and angels were walking up and down on him. People call the stairway a ladder, but that comes from the King James Bible, not the Hebrew. In Hebrew, the word translated “ladder” can mean “stairway,” just as “ladder” means “stairway” to a sailor.

I believe the dream is about the rapture.

Christians are being betrayed on earth, and betrayal is something your friends and relatives do to you. If your enemies hurt you, it’s not betrayal. Betrayal is treachery. Christians are betrayed by people who claim they, too, are Christians, every day. They vote for our persecutors. They belittle people who have the gifts of the Holy Spirit. They preach lies in order to take our money. They’re hypocrites. They were never really on our side. They stab us in the back.

Prophecy says we will be taken to heaven in the rapture. There, we will have to have “wedding garments,” because Jesus will have a 7-year wedding. He made it clear that people who don’t have wedding garments won’t be allowed in. The Bible says we are kings and priests, so priestly garments and wedding garments should be the same things.

Prophecy also says raptured people will return to rule with Jesus after the tribulation.

It all matches up with the dream. Jesus, the stairway, is the one who raptures people. When we’re raptured, we will put on new garments. Our wounds, like his, will be healed.

The rapture will be a sifting. The betrayers will fall through the sieve and stay here to experience hell on earth.

Maybe his dream was not prophetic, but it sure looks like it was.

I can’t swear my dream came from God, or that it predicts the future, but dreams have been reliable for me in the past.

The things I predicted regarding the Internet continue to come true. They’re pushing us off the web. Twitter just banned President Trump permanently, and Facebook has locked his account. Google and Apple have banned Parler, the conservative Twitter clone, from their stores. You have to download and install it elsewhere. They claim they will not distribute communication apps that don’t have censorship. Supposedly, conservatives involved in storming the Capitol expressed support on Parler. Parler says it has a mechanism for getting rid of dangerous content, but Google and Apple reject it.

I signed up for Parler, but I don’t use it because it’s useless. We can’t replace the social giants with social midgets. It will never work. We’re like Jews trying to mitigate the effects of the Nuremberg laws. Satan is the god of this world, and he controls the Internet. We’re not going to win on that battlefield.

We don’t need to communicate with each other using gadgets if we communicate with the Holy Spirit, but only a small percentage of us do that. The rest of us are worldly and feeble. They’re worthless as warriors. They’re like arthritic old ladies trying to fight tanks with pugil sticks.

I wonder if they’ll get me after violence sweeps across America. I own this domain, and I pay the hosting fees, but what does that mean, in a pre-tribulation America? Will my insignificant blog draw their attention? If it does, there won’t be anything I can do when they delete it.

My hosting company is in Utah. Maybe it’s run by Mormons. If so, maybe there will be some resistance. Mormons tend to be conservative.

If I understand God correctly, I keep hearing him say this mess won’t touch me. I hope that’s true. if things go as expected, a lot of people are going to be hurt, and I prefer not to be involved. There will presumably be mob theft, arson, murder, rape, and torture. We should expect lots of dead bodies, along with things like amputations and crippling.

Civil wars are interesting, because the hatred is more intense than it is in wars between nations. It takes much longer to forgive. The Japanese were the most vile, cruel, sick, racist enemies we ever faced, but 5 years after Hiroshima, the US and Japan were buddies. I don’t think America’s future conflict will work that way.

I don’t want to be part of the violence, whether as victim or perpetrator, and I don’t look forward to poverty or starvation, either. I would much rather go upstairs. I don’t want to stay here, and I definitely don’t want to go to the basement. I hate the prospect of being ruled by sadistic, benighted, self-righteous statists here on earth, and the beings that rule in hell are just like them, only many times worse.

It’s disturbing to see people who claim to know the Holy Spirit talk about shooting leftists and having executions. They’re on the wrong track, and their remarks will make it easier for the Antichrist’s people to justify coming after us. Saying you listen to the Holy Spirit will only make you look more dangerous. I really don’t believe the Holy Spirit is advocating violence. Think about Peter and the Garden of Gethsemane.

I agree with the angry future combatants (both camps) about one thing: I want it over with. I feel like the universe is on pause.

Plus Gas Gun Progress

I am now the proud owner of a Coyote Reaper XXL infrared illuminator.

I got myself an ATN night vision scope a long time ago, and I never got around to doing much with it. The idea was to shoot coons, coyotes, and pigs at night. There are no pigs here. I didn’t know that. I don’t have any excuse for not shooting coons and coyotes.

The scope amplifies light, including infrared, and it comes with a very small IR flashlight that works okay up to maybe 30 yards. Perhaps I’m being generous. Everyone says you need a bigger illuminator to get anywhere. You can spend a gigantic amount of money on one, but I don’t see myself investing heavily in things to make a low-end $600 scope work. If the Coyote Reaper won’t do it, then it won’t get done. If I get serious, I’ll have to spend several thousand dollars on a thermal scope, and the illuminator will gather dust.

I didn’t understand how big the illuminator was when I ordered it. It’s maybe 9″ long, and I would guess it weighs as much as a Coke in an old pint bottle.

For some reason, ATN put the illuminator rail on the left side of the scope, so when you attach a big illuminator, you get a huge weight pulling down on the left side of the gun. I found a solution. You can get a picatinny adaptor for your forward sling stud. You remove your stud, install the adaptor, and attach the illuminator to it. The adaptor has a little sling stud of its own, so theoretically, you could still use your sling. With your giant flashlight in the way.

When the adaptor gets here, I will try the illuminator out.

Maybe the smart thing is to put everything on my AR-15, which is made to hold lots of hardware.

My varmint gun, which has yet to kill a varmint, is a Thompson Center bolt action in .204 Ruger. It’s very nice, but Thompson Center Fudded it up with a 3-round magazine. This means I get 4 shots per varmint encounter, tops. Thompson Center does not make a bigger magazine, and neither does anyone else. They’re also pretty jerky about selling parts to consumers, so I’m all done with them. They won’t sell me upgraded trigger parts for this gun.

It seems to me that a smart person will want a big magazine when shooting pigs or other pests. You want to be sure you kill them, and pigs have been known to charge, so it can’t hurt to have reserve ammunition to help them change their minds.

Back when I got the gun, I didn’t understand the sporting potential of the AR-15. I thought people were winking and giggling when they called it a hunting rifle. Of course, I was very wrong. If I were shopping today, I would forget all about bolt action varminting. I would buy an AR-15 in .204 Ruger.

I can remedy my mistake if parts become available. I can buy a .204 Ruger upper for my AR-15 and convert it instantly. If I place an order today, my upper receiver should arrive some time in 2035.

If I have a second upper, I can leave the night stuff on it. Then I won’t have to worry about losing the zero on my regular scope when I remove it to install the ATN.

Nothing is simple.

I’m still looking into thermal monoculars for spotting and tracking. I have already learned that thermal would be great for finding wounded squirrels.

A popular Youtuber who calls himself Tactical Rifleman recommends the FLIR Breach PTQ136. This is a very small monocular which shoots pictures and video. They say it works very well. Problem: people say FLIR has officially abandoned the civilian market. They say FLIR’s customer service was disgraceful to begin with, and they expect FLIR to stop making parts for things they have sold to civilians. So you could spend a lot on a Breach and then have it turn into a paperweight.

It looks like competitive devices made by friendlier, more competent manufacturers cost about 40% more, at least. The Tactical Rifleman hasn’t recommended any, and that makes sense, because he probably has a business relationship with FLIR.

A German outfit called Andres makes a device called the Tilos 3Z, and it’s apparently better than the Breach, and Andres actually cares about customer goodwill, but you pay for the upgrade.

I’m interested in hunting, but a lot of the people who know a lot about night vision and thermal are interested in other uses, if you get my drift, so you have to filter the advice you get. Hunting equipment can be used for home security, but it’s not really what you would choose if you were serious. Some equipment swings both ways. Some is better for one use than the other.

There are some real fanatics out there, happily spending tens of thousands of dollars on this stuff. These are the folks who will utterly demoralize leftist mobs if we have a civil war. They’ll shoot them at night, from long distances, while the mobsters are feeling safe and doing bong hits, chuckling about the social justice they plan to deliver the next day. They’ll be looking forward to posting selfies of the conservatives they’ve beaten up (and worse), in homes they’ve invaded, and suddenly rifle rounds will appear out of nowhere and change their outlook.

I’ve learned that hog hunters practice shooting on a timed signal. That’s bad news for mob thugs. If one person fires multiple rounds at you, and the first round misses, you can look for cover. If 5 people shoot at once, it’s different.

I don’t know too much about the war-preparation scene, but it looks like there will be very serious and unexpected problems for leftist aggressors. There are people out there who own large numbers of automatic weapons, including .50-caliber machine guns. There are people who own Barrett .50-caliber bolt action rifles. A rifle like that is mainly intended to kill things like cars and trucks. They’re not very accurate, but how accurate do you have to be to hit a Prius?

A business near me has a .50-caliber machine gun on display. Ready to load into a pickup and take wherever it’s needed.

Rapture me now, before it happens. I don’t want leftists shooting at me, and I don’t want conservatives abusing me because I won’t shoot at leftists.

Trump says he will not go to the inauguration. I’m trying to decide whether that’s a good move. Showing up would take more character than staying home, it would make him look less childish, and it would be a conciliatory gesture. On the other hand, conciliatory gestures don’t work well on leftists. George Bush tried to appease them over and over. Every time he offered his hand, he pulled back a stump. His opposition had zero class, and since then, they have gotten worse. A lack of grace is one of the left’s defining characteristics.

It probably doesn’t matter if Trump tries to make peace. In order for that to work, you have to be dealing with people who want peace.

We are in for some nasty times if Biden actually takes office. Imagine the loss of liberty, the taxation, and the environmentalist oppression. Gun rights may be damaged extremely severely, in a time when leftist mob violence is the norm. Leftists will do their absolute best to disarm us, and with two branches of government under their control, they may be able to pass some very sick laws. Biden will try to weave us into the Antichrist’s “family.” Leftists want us to be a colonial organism like the Borg. Privacy and autonomy are going to shrivel, fast. Freedom of worship will continue to be destroyed. The government will dramatically expand its role as a sponsor of persecution.

I’ve been right, right, right about this, for years. That bothers me, because the things I foresee now will be extremely unpleasant. Conservatives who don’t know God will live in humiliation and defeat, every day, unless they resist by force of arms. Then we’ll have war, and can we characterize that as success? I don’t think so.

Even when you think something big is going to happen, it’s still shocking when you see it come to pass!

Guess I should go out and shoot a few rounds. Writing blog posts is not improving my marksmanship.

MORE

Went out and shot 40 rounds of 55-grain Australian Outback ammo from the AR-15. I used my new Adaptive Tactical buttstock, which has recoil padding. I shelled out the princely sum of $25 for it, at Joe Bob’s Outfitters.

I am quite happy. My average group size was 1.5″, including all flyers except for one I made after I turned a turret the wrong way. My worst groups were 2.02″ and 2.13″.

The wind was gusty, it blew hard enough to be unpleasant, and it changed directions by at least 180 degrees while I was out there. With a very ordinary AR-15 and non-match ammo, I think I did fine. I was fiddling with the buttstock to get the length of pull right, I caught technique problems, and things still went well. The credit must belong to the gun, the people who made the ammo, and the guy who made the training videos I watched, because I made errors.

I still need to learn to use a DOPE book. I have no idea what to put in it. “It was hot today. I didn’t shoot too well. The Dairy Queen by the range doesn’t sell banana split Blizzards.”

I learned more than you would think from a quick session. I found out I was pulling the trigger with the tip of my finger, so I stopped doing that. I think that causes horizontal stringing because you have to work so hard to make the gun go off. I learned that my zero was two clicks too low. I got my new buttstock adjusted. I got better at recoil management, per the instructions I picked up from training videos.

This is not a bad gun at all. The best AR on earth might shoot what? Three eighths of an inch, in perfect weather, with ideal ammunition, clamped in a vise? I’m using a $790 gun intended for self-defense, and I don’t have match ammo or handloads. The bullet manufacturer says this bullet’s wind drift at 100 yards is about 1″ for 10 mph, I was definitely getting crosswinds higher than that, and I still shot and average group of 1.5″ at 104 yards, where 1 MOA is 1.09″. The weather people are quoting 13 mph right now.

If I can do this well on a bad day while making mistakes and learning new methods, I would hope to do a little better on a good day with more practice. Maybe this gun will average below 1 MOA without a new barrel or fancy ammo. If so, is there any point in thinking about upgrading it? I don’t know that I care much about the difference between 1″ and 3/4″. I think it would cost me hundreds of dollars to get it.

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.