Rome wasn’t Built in a Day

My first effort at deep frying in a propane cooker is behind me.

My wife likes wings, so we had them on hand. I also bought legs and thighs. I decided to make hush puppies as well, simply because I could.

First off, the Bayou Classic fryer works perfectly. It’s easy to use. It heats fairly quickly. It holds a temperature when you dump two pounds of chicken into it. The built-in thermometer is pretty accurate when checked against a candy thermometer.

This fryer has a weird pipe that goes through the oil, and burning propane goes through the pipe. There is a sort of chimney in the back, and the burned gases go out. They exit at around waist height and go straight up.

Believe it or not, the hot gases are not a problem. I would not want to hold my face over the chimney, but you can wave your hand over it while the flames are at peak ferocity without getting burned. The pipe must do a great job of transmitting heat to the oil.

I thought I would have to move the fryer a long way from the wall of my house, but I would say 18″ would be more than enough.

The instructions say to keep the fryer far from your house. Well, of course they do. This fryer does not have a thermostat, and if you walk away and leave it running, which could happen if you drink while you barbecue, the oil can get so hot it bursts into flame, and then your house burns down.

I am not going to keep the fryer away from the house. It’s too heavy to move when it’s full. Also, what if my guests bring their kids? Kids do a lot of dumb things around pools, and running into a hot fryer at top speed is exactly the kind of thing you would expect one to do. If the fryer is close to the house where adults can guard it, kids are less likely to spill hot oil all over themselves or put their hands on the fryer because you told them not to.

When only adults are present, there is no reason to think the fryer will flame up or fall over. You have to make sure you don’t fry if you have guests with common sense issues, but that’s something you can control.

Does it hold its temperature? Yes. Almost too well.

Fried chicken recipes commonly say to fry at 350°, but if you do that, you’re probably going to get chicken that’s too brown on the outside. Chicken should be fried at 300-330°. Recipes say to fry at 350° because the people who write recipes expect you to use inferior equipment that has neither the mass nor the power to hold a temperature when food is added. They figure you’ll drop your food in at 350° and the oil will immediately go down to the correct temperature.

When I put my chicken in the fryer, the temperature didn’t budge. I had to keep turning the heat down. I even turned it off for a while. My take: a high flame is for heating the oil, but you need a very low flame for cooking.

Is it hard to control the temperature? Yes, if, like me, you overshoot it in the first place. I expected the temperature to drop, and it didn’t. It took a very long time to get it to go down. You need to make sure you’re at the right temperature when the food goes in, because you can increase it later, but you won’t be able to reduce it fast enough to compensate for overheating your oil.

The baskets work fine, but it’s easy to hang them incorrectly when you take them out of the oil to drain, and if you do, they will swing down suddenly until the handles hit the front edge of the fryer. This is pretty scary, as if standing in front of 4 gallons of bubbling oil weren’t scary already.

So what happened with the food?

The chicken was pretty bad.

I used a recipe I wrote in 2005, and the recipe says it was better than Popeyes. I’m sure that was true when I used a pan to fry the chicken, but it was not true today.

I salted the chicken, applied a lot of Frank’s Red Hot, and let it sit for a while. Then I added orange juice to add acidity, and I let it sit some more. I breaded the chicken with a mixture of starch, flour, and some seasoninges. Then I dipped it in a seasoned egg and buttermilk wash, plus more Frank’s, and breaded it again.

The chicken’s skin turned dark brown. Not the breading, although that was dark, too. The skin itself. Darker than the breading. I think the sugar in the orange juice caramelized. It never did that when I used it for pan-frying. I’ll have to give it up.

The chicken had chipotle powder in the breading, plus the Frank’s I applied earlier. I also added pepper. I couldn’t taste any heat at all. I guess I need to revisit the recipe.

The chicken stuck to the fryer baskets. I have seen people lower full baskets into oil on the web, but it looks like it won’t work for me. I’ll have to lower each piece into the baskets, one at a time.

The chicken was too well-done on the outside, as I mentioned. I think this was partly because of the oil temperature, but also, the pieces were too big. Frying big things is a mistake. I was not able to find small chicken pieces at the store, and I didn’t want to cut up a small chicken because I’m not good at it.

The wings may have been better, but I didn’t try them.

The pieces cooked at different speeds, so in the future, I will know to put small pieces in one basket and big pieces in the other.

The hush puppies fried up perfectly. They even turned themselves. When I dropped them in, they blew up with CO2 and floated. As they cooked, the sides in the oil became dryer and lighter, so the hush puppies rotated so the heavy raw sides were down. That was neat.

Unfortunately, the recipe was no good.

I got it from Southern Living. I figured they would have a clue. The recipe said to use equal parts corn meal and flour. I thought that was a bad idea, but I gave it a try. The hush puppies were big flour balls. They were half biscuit and half cornbread. They lacked flavor. The recipe didn’t contain enough onions, either. It lacked salt, and the hush puppies weren’t sweet enough or dark enough.

I’m going with my instincts next time. I’ll go 3:1, meal to flour. I’ll use more onions. I’ll add sugar so the hush puppies are sweet and they brown better. I’ll double the salt.

The hush puppies weren’t bad. I ate a bunch. But they weren’t what they were supposed to be.

I’ll jot down my plans.

INGREDIENTS

3/4 cup cornmeal mix (self-rising)
1/4 cup self-rising flour
1 tsp. salt
1 large egg
1/2 cup buttermilk
1-1/4 cups finely-chopped onion
1/2 tbsp. sugar

That will be better. If I don’t have self-rising flour, I’ll add half a teaspoon of baking powder.

This machine will be a huge improvement to our arsenal. I look forward to firing it up again and applying the things I learned today.

Excuse me While I Kiss the Sand of Florida

In our daily prayers, my wife and I pray for divisiveness.

We pray for God to separate us from worthless people. The worthless are the people who are so determined to stay in pride and reject Yeshua, there is no hope for their salvation. They are vexatious and discouraging to be around, they do great harm, and whatever good they do in our lives is not worth the cost.

Division gets a bad rap. It’s actually a huge blessing. Associating with degenerate people is harmful.

The other day, God told me something. Good people avoid bad people, but bad people pursue good people and want to live among them. Parasites can’t get by without hosts.

This is why America has so many destructive immigrants and illegal aliens. People from what are kindly described as “low-trust cultures” come here to get away from their own kind and abuse people who have established a relatively orderly society. On the other hand, good people flee low-trust cultures to get here and experience reduced predation.

Many conservatives are upset because their deranged far-left acquaintances are cutting them off. They complain because toxic people refuse to spend the holidays with them. What are they thinking? There are few greater blessings than having people who do harm removed from your life.

Ordinarily, the type of people who love leftism make an effort to be around successful, productive, orderly people, because they know they can take advantage of them. It’s wonderful when their derangement and hatred overcome their common sense and they decide to separate themselves from us.

I haven’t heard my sister’s voice since 2015, if memory serves. Often, I pray God will keep her away from me forever. I don’t have to be told to separate myself from parasitic people. God got the message through to me years ago.

She sent me an email a few years back. Why? She wanted money. She had moved in with my sick aunt, ruined the aunt’s life, and refused to leave. By the grace of God, my sister fell in a ditch and broke her leg in several places, and while she was being treated, my aunt’s daughter took her junk to a hotel. Then I got the email. I deleted it and blocked the sender. Every day that passes with no communication from her is a big victory, and I literally thank God every day for the separation.

I didn’t shut her out because of a political disagreement. I did it to protect myself. But a leftist relative who ruins family gatherings with vicious diatribes is also a fine candidate for ostracism.

Think about this: far-left nuts generally go to hell, because most never repent and get to know Yeshua. If you invest in them while they’re alive, you’re wasting. What are you wasting? Time, money, affection, company…you name it.

You will die, and after that, you’ll never see them again. You will never share fond memories in heaven. The things you did with them prove to be worthless and not fit to be remembered. Eventually, you will be cut off from them for eternity, so you may as well let them go now.

The more you invest in such people, the more you lose.

Why am I thinking about this? Naturally, it’s because I read about a gun control case.

Hawaii is a far-left state. A horrible place. Hawaii’s government has decided to violate the Constitution over and over. In Hawaii, only a tiny percentage of carry applications are approved. This obviously conflicts with federal law.

A guy who lives in Hawaii was prosecuted for carrying a gun while hiking. He got the case dismissed based on federal precedent, but Hawaii’s Supreme Court reversed and wrote a deranged leftist opinion. The case was appealed to the US Supreme Court, which denied certiorari on procedural grounds. Basically, they decided the case was not ready for Supreme Court consideration. Eventually, it will be.

Hawaii’s Supreme Court said something really stupid. Here is what OUR Supreme Court said, quoting the lower court:

[I]t denigrated the need for public carry in particular, rejecting as un-Hawaiian “a federally-mandated lifestyle that lets citizens walk around with deadly weapons.”

People carry deadly weapons everywhere. Even Honolulu and Martha’s Vineyard.

Legally, many things can be considered deadly weapons. The case law is clear. A wrench. A screwdriver. A bronze figurine. A rock. A car. A canoe paddle. In the George Zimmerman case, a sidewalk was used as a deadly weapon.

People have access to deadly weapons all the time. On top of that, many people ARE deadly weapons. If you’re a 250-pound athlete with 15% body fat and a 300-pound bench press, your hands and feet are deadly weapons.

Carrying firearms doesn’t introduce deadly weapons into an environment. It just makes the playing field more fair to the weak. If you can’t carry a weapon, and you’re small and frail, you pretty much have to accept being beaten up and otherwise abused by stronger people.

There are lots of Hawaiians who are very physically dangerous but unarmed, and unarmed Hawaiians commit a lot of violent crime. Native Hawaiians are extremely prone to criminal behavior. They are known particularly for beating women.

Wife-beating is a big problem among Pacific Islanders in general. It’s not just Hawaii. But you can’t talk about it, because if you do, you’re a racist.

To get back to the opinion, permitting people to arm themselves is not a “mandated lifestyle.” No one will be forced to carry a weapon.

“Un-Hawaiian” is divisive virtue-signaling, and it evinces contempt for the union. Residents of Hawaii are supposed to be American, not Hawaiian. There is no country called Hawaii.

Please don’t tell me how great Hawaiian culture is and how idyllic Hawaiian life was before Christians showed up. They loved human sacrifice. They thought incest was normal. Hawaiians killed Captain James Cook, and 4 of them shared his heart at a ceremonial meal. They murdered many of their babies, supposedly to avoid overpopulation.

If carrying a weapon is un-Hawaiian, then presumably, Hawaiians won’t want to do it, so no harm done, except for the continuation of the harm of allowing the weak to be preyed upon. Tough luck for women abused by native Hawaiian husbands.

I’m very tired of the dishonest anti-2A arguments. They’re all lies told to keep citizens weak and compliant, and, frankly, to turn crime victims into sacrifices on the altar of misguided gun control.

I think the worst lie is the one about militias. The Second Amendment says we have the right to own and carry firearms. It mentions militia work as a motive, but it does not say we can only possess and carry guns while serving in militias.

How stupid would it be to write a Constitutional amendment giving people the right to possess and carry arms in the military?

The Second Amendment is part of the Bill of Rights, which is a list of changes representatives of states forced on the union before agreeing to join up. Its sole purpose is to limit the federal government’s power over states and citizens. It does not give the federal government any power.

It should be obvious that it makes no sense to grant the people the right to carry arms in military service. That’s not a right. That’s something that has historically been forced on people.

Hitler allowed German and Austrian citizens to carry arms in the military. Genghis Khan allowed it. George III allowed it. The pharaohs allowed it. Stalin, Mao, Castro, Pol Pot, Ho Chi Minh…every tyrant who ever lived allowed it. Their regimes depended on it. They didn’t allow their military slaves to NOT carry arms.

Governments force arms into people’s hands. What kind of idiot would write a law pretending carrying a weapon for military service is a right? It’s like saying you have the right to pay taxes.

Incidentally, 2A says militias are needed to protect the security of free states. Not the union. The states. Against the union. The framers weren’t thinking a state might need to defend itself from Canada. They were concerned that states might be overrun by union troops or forcibly absorbed into the union. Which is exactly what happened in 1865, but let’s not go there.

Leftists stupidly say 2A is only about militias, even though they hate militias, and they also claim we should only be able to carry the types of guns soldiers carried when 2A was written. They like to say this means muskets, but we fought the British with rifles, swords, pistols, and cannons, too.

If the purpose of 2A is to assist with military service, then we should be allowed to carry the military weapons of our time. Full-auto. No nation on Earth goes into battle with AR-15’s that fire one round at a time. Imagine showing up for militia duty to fight the Russians, carrying a flintlock.

I’m glad I don’t live in Hawaii or any other blue abscess. Thank God I live among good conservative people. Thank God I don’t have to go to work every day and be pushed around by sexual deviants, socialists, and environmental tyrants. I’ve never had to take a seminar and be told how evil my race is. I’ve never been pressured to honor a coworker who chose a same-sex marriage. A friend of mine works at a university, and she could not discuss the pandemic at work for fear of being fired. I don’t have to deal with such things.

My best friend has another friend who is a senior engineer at Raytheon, a company we rely on for our defense. The engineer complains of being forced to take wokeness classes, not because he has done anything wrong, but because all employees have to take them. He says the company is filled with affirmative action hires who are incompetent. Everyone else does their jobs for them. I don’t have problems like this. I am so blessed.

I never have to say, “I don’t know how I can stand this, but I have a mortgage.”

It’s good to live among conservative Christians. It’s very good to limit your exposure to demonized leftists who have no future. I don’t chase the people who have shunned me because I turned to Yeshua. We were going to be separated eventually anyway.

The New Hotness has Arrived

Finally, I can live like a civilized human being and a bona fide Southerner. I just came home from Ace with a 4-gallon Bayou Classic deep fryer.

A hardware store had a 4-gallon propane fryer? Of course it did. This is the South. They had a whole bunch of Blackstone griddles, too, as well as the full line of Big Green Eggs.

The guys at Ace were telling he how great it was as they put it in the car. One of them said his dad had the same fryer. Of course he does. This is the South.

Frying has always been the weak spot in my culinary skills. It’s very hard to do well, it makes a huge mess, and it leaves you with a lot of fat to either throw out or store with difficulty.

When you fry in a flat-bottomed vessel, as most people do, crumbs fall off the food, hit the bottom, and burn. The bottom is the hottest part of the vessel, so anything that lands there turns black. These crumbs can ruin your food by making the oil taste burnt. If your food comes out okay, and you don’t want to lose the oil, you have to pour it through a filter to get the crumbs out before you store it.

A big gas fryer has heating tubes above the bottom of the vessel. That means crumbs can fall down under the tubes where the oil is at about 120°. Too cool to burn. They sit there doing no harm until you change the oil, which should last 20 sessions. The fryer I got has a V-shaped bottom so the crumbs are concentrated for easy removal via a drain tube.

Removing oil from a fryer and storing it between uses are horrible experiences. You have to have a jug or something set aside, and you have to lift a big pot and pour it in with a shaky funnel. You’ll get oil on yourself and the jug. Expect it. You’ll have to clean everything off before you quit. And you can’t store the oil until it cools down unless you pour it into a metal container. You have to sit and wait for the oil to cool.

With a dedicated deep fryer, you seal the machine up against bugs and let the oil wait for you, right where it is.

Frying indoors makes oil droplets condense on your walls, stove hood, and whatever else is near the fryer.

When I fry stuff, it’s hard for me to get even cooking. For example, chicken tends to end up darker where it touches the bottom of the fryer, and that’s no good. Shallow frying is really just a poor imitation of deep frying, which is the proper way to do it. Deep fryers cook things evenly.

Another issue: you need a lot of fat unless you’re frying tiny things. Making fried chicken in a small pot or pan takes a long time, because if you put enough food for a family in the oil, it cools down immediately, and the breading falls off. The breading that stays on the meat soaks up oil. It’s a bad situation. A big deep fryer is better because the fat has a lot of thermal mass to resist cooling, and if you have a propane fryer, you have many times the heating power any stove provides. The fryer I bought has a 90,000-BTU burner, and that’s around 26,000 watts according to the web. No 110-volt fryer can give you more than about 1750 watts. A nice electric stove tops out at around 26,000 BTU, so a propane fryer produces about 3.4 times as much frying power.

I’m sure a better cook could do better with frying than I do, but he would still have to make tiny batches and do a lot of annoying work. And he could forget about making chicken and hush puppies at the same time.

I bought a T-Fal countertop fryer a few years back. The folks at America’s Test Kitchen said it was great. It was a fun experiment, but it didn’t work out. If the fryer were really as good as ATK and T-Fal claimed, I would still be using it, but it has sat idle for at least two years. That proves it’s not very good.

The food gets darker near the heating element. It fries miniscule portions because it lacks the power to stay hot when you add a decent amount of food. Cleaning it is a real chore, regardless of what deluded reviewers say. You have to put several big parts in the dishwasher. And it clutters the kitchen.

I believed the ad copy when it said the T-Fal would cook 2.65 pounds of food in one batch, but I found it to be untrue in real life. I would say one pound is about the limit. Maybe it depends on the type of food.

With propane and 4 gallons of oil, I should be able to feed a table full of people quickly without a lot of effort.

Peanut oil just happens to be on sale at Publix right now, so that’s good. I just read that peanut oil does not absorb flavors from food, so I suppose it’s the best choice for a fryer that will have to cook different things.

By the way, I saw an ATK video where they fried chicken, and they messed it up. They presented it as though they had done a great job, but the chicken was overly browned in places. If ATK can’t do it, it’s hard.

I tried coming up with a fried chicken recipe in ’21, and it never made me really happy. Tonight I decided to do the obvious thing. I dug through my files and found a 2005 recipe which, at the time, seemed much, much better than Popeyes. I’m going to give it another shot.

I am hoping to fry some chicken tomorrow. Maybe some hush puppies. It’s not an experiment. I know it will work, because I’m doing it with the right equipment. Every stovetop frying setup is a desperate compromise and an imitation. A deep fryer is the real thing.

Once Again, New Yorkers Get What They Deserve

There was a certain householder, which planted a vineyard, and hedged it round about, and digged a winepress in it, and built a tower, and let it out to husbandmen, and went into a far country:

And when the time of the fruit drew near, he sent his servants to the husbandmen, that they might receive the fruits of it.

And the husbandmen took his servants, and beat one, and killed another, and stoned another.

Again, he sent other servants more than the first: and they did unto them likewise.

But last of all he sent unto them his son, saying, They will reverence my son.

But when the husbandmen saw the son, they said among themselves, This is the heir; come, let us kill him, and let us seize on his inheritance.

And they caught him, and cast him out of the vineyard, and slew him.

When the lord therefore of the vineyard cometh, what will he do unto those husbandmen?

They say unto him, He will miserably destroy those wicked men, and will let out his vineyard unto other husbandmen, which shall render him the fruits in their seasons.

Yeshua spoke this parable against the Jewish leaders of his time who rejected him, and it also applied to those who killed the prophets. Here’s something Christians don’t like to hear: it also applies to Christians who reject the Holy Spirit and try to create their own version of Christianity. People like that think they’re better than the Jews who rejected Yeshua, but they’re the same.

Interesting thing Christians and Jews don’t like to talk about: Christianity is fundamentally Jewish. It’s not Judaism, but it came from the Jewish God. The early “Christians,” as we like to call them, were all–every one of them–Jews. Before the gentile churches existed, the worship of Yeshua was a strictly Jewish phenomenon.

There was no gentile disciple. Think about that. The Romans thought of the struggle to suppress the worship of Yeshua–the arrests and murders–as a squabble among Jews, and that’s exactly what it was.

Anyway, I’m thinking about the vineyard parable today because of Daniel Penny, who risked injury to save a bunch of strangers, some of whom were not white. What did New York City do? It tried to imprison him for many years, among largely-minority criminals who would certainly have tried to kill him.

I don’t say corrupt, racist prosecutor Alvin Bragg did this, although he did. I don’t say his subordinate Dafna Yoran, who is equally disgusting, did this, although she did. New York City did this. Bragg and Yoran were just the instruments. New Yorkers are responsible because they overwhelmingly support leftism. They put Bragg and Yoran in office. They will do it again. They have installed many other far-left lunatics in positions of power. Everything these powerful people do can be blamed on the populace.

New Yorkers are determined to destroy themselves with absurd leftist beliefs based in fantasy. They punish everyone who tries to help them with common sense and decency.

For these reasons, New Yorkers are no longer worth trying to save.

Yeshua spoke of the prophets and himself, but the same principle is true of any helpful person who is abused by the ones he tries to help. A city that punishes selfless heroes deserves to be left in the hands of malefactors.

Daniel Penny got on a train. A violent, fatherless brat or mental case (depending on whom you believe) showed up and attacked other passengers. He said he was willing to die. He made at least one death threat.

What did Penny do? He got off at the next stop and waited for the next train.

No, that’s what I would have done. I’ve spent a lot of time on New York subway trains. I’ve seen entitled punks harass and pressure innocent people. I’ve had black New Yorkers say racist things to me. One man walked out of his way to spit by my feet. A drunk lady told my friends and me white people were nasty and she couldn’t stand us. I know New York racists are dangerous, and I have never seen myself as a person who had the physical tools to confront them. I would have gotten off the train and maybe contacted a transit cop.

Daniel Penny is braver and more altruistic than I am, so he grabbed a dangerous assailant and neutralized him. He didn’t try to kill him. He held him for the police. Penny is not a scientist who analyzes the consequences of chokeholds. No one like that was available when he restrained the criminal. He had to guess. It looks like he guessed wrong, because his chokehold is considered to be a likely cause of the criminal’s death.

Well, tough.

If two criminals stick up a 7-11, and a clerk kills one, the other criminal is guilty of murder. The clerk goes free. Criminals, not their victims, are responsible for such deaths. Similarly, Jordan Neely, the criminal who died after being restrained, is responsible for his own death. Any other conclusion is inconsistent with centuries of precedent, not to mention public policy.

When you put other people in reasonable fear of serious bodily harm, you open yourself up to very bad treatment. I can use a flamethrower to ward off an assailant with a gun, if a flamethrower is all I have. I can push him into a tank full of hungry sharks and watch while they rip him to pieces. If all I had were a machine designed to grab people and peel their skin off, I would be allowed to shove him into it. Scared people on a subway are certainly allowed to avoid a beating by choking a healthy male attacker.

What if the attacker is technically innocent because he’s nuts? Doesn’t matter. It’s irrelevant to your right to use force.

New Yorkers have decided, over and over, to empower officials who favor people who abuse the innocent, and to cut New Yorkers–themselves–off from remedies available in other states. Stores all over the city have closed because criminals are supplying Ebay and Craigslist businesses by shoplifting regularly without opposition. Dafna Yoran– supposedly a prosecutor–worked to get leniency for a young man who murdered an elderly Asian at an ATM. New Yorkers vote over and over to nullify the Second Amendment, so people can’t defend themselves.

They are not worth saving.

If Daniel Penny had gotten off the train, Jordan Neely would probably have beaten at least one victim, including the black woman who talked to news people after Penny saved her. Penny himself would have been fine. He would have had a story to tell at dinner that night. “This nut got on the train and started threatening people. I managed to get off before he did anything, but check out this video I shot.”

No one would know his name today. No one would be protesting, demanding to know why a big, strapping Marine didn’t prevent a spoiled animal from knocking a woman’s teeth out. He would be in the clear. Instead, he is now a famous target who will be threatened by black racists for the rest of his days.

Black Lives Matter is now threatening Penny, who defended a black woman. A BLM idiot said New York needed black vigilantes to go after people like Penny. New York already has black vigilantes. They’re called criminal gangs.

Penny is being sued civilly by the male human being whose sperm produced Neely by chance. The alleged “father.” His attorney is so dumb he speaks in ungrammatical sentences in front of crowds. The attorney told the news Neely was choked to death for boarding a train and asking for food. It’s a shame an attorney can’t be disbarred for lying to the press.

I believe Penny can sue him for defamation. What he says in court is privileged, but I don’t believe that applies to statements made in self-serving press conferences. It shouldn’t.

A quick web search indicates that an attorney may be sued for defamation during the course of a lawsuit for statements made to the press.

New Yorkers should be celebrating Penny, but it’s only happening outside New York City. New York restaurants should give him free meals. The mayor should honor him. Instead, they tried to put him in a cage with dangerous black racists who would love to be known as the person who killed Daniel Penny.

Neely’s “dad” is a real piece of work. Of course, his last name isn’t Neely. He abandoned Neely and let a single woman raise him. Now he’s back, pretending to be devastated because one of the illegitimate kids he had, most likely because he didn’t like condoms, and whom he failed to support, died. Why is he back? Well, we can’t read his mind, but he just sued Penny, whose defense fund is currently at $3,331,843. That’s the kind of bait that attracts roaches.

Penny’s lawyers should force pops to take a DNA test. Maybe he’s not the real father. He may be guessing.

Penny’s putative dad will probably sue the city as well. If he sues the city, the city will pay him. They’ll settle.

I sincerely hope Penny is able to hire excellent attorneys and that they mop the floor with his “dad’s” revolting representation. I hope “dad’s” attorney spends a great deal on this case and loses every…penny.

New York doesn’t deserve Penny. It deserves to be abandoned and allowed to self-destruct. One Daniel Penny is worth a thousand leftist New Yorkers who reward evil and punish the good.

New Yorkers will suffer because of Alvin Bragg’s racist indictment. They’ll be beaten, robbed, raped, and killed because future Daniel Pennys will keep on walking. That’s part of the tax New Yorkers will pay as punishment for wokeness. They don’t mind. The appearance of virtue is priceless to leftists, even if virtue itself is repugnant to them.

Forget College and Fauxnouns

I just read an interesting article purporting to relay smart advice from old people to young people. The purpose was to help the young avoid the mistakes of the old.

The advice seemed inconsistent. One person said the young shouldn’t work hard to build up their wealth, but another said it was important to invest while young. Some advice was just stupid. One person said people should not rush to marry in their twenties.

I can think of some good advice I wish I had received.

1.Yeshua is mandatory, not optional. He is your God. He is everyone’s God. He is the God of every Jew, regardless of what rabbis say. He is the God of atheists and every sort of pagan. You have to give yourself to him and submit to him. If you reject him, your life will be pointless, and you will eventually be condemned to burn alone forever. There is no reincarnation. You can’t try again. You get one shot.

2. You have to know the Holy Spirit. It seems to be possible to escape damnation without knowing the Holy Spirit, but without him, you will never mature, you will believe all sorts of lies and errors, you will lack the power to help yourselves and others, and you are much less likely to be able to introduce your children to God successfully. You are supposed to pray in tongues every day and experience the gifts and fruit of the Spirit. You need at least three prayer sessions per day.

3. Bless God. I don’t mean thank him. I mean speak blessing to him, like Jacob blessing his sons. “In the name of Yeshua, I bless Yeshua, Yahweh, and the Spirit of Holiness. Their names are honored and made holy, their kingdom is come, their will is done, their children are multiplied, and their enemies are defeated, on Earth as in heaven.” Things like that. God will speak blessing to you, too. Yeshua commanded us to speak blessing to God. He had a reason. Bless yourself, your spouse, and your kids. If you’re a kid, bless your parents and siblings.

4. You should marry early, especially if you’re female. If you are raised to know the Holy Spirit, he will choose someone for you, so you don’t actually have to spend 20 years sorting through applicants in order to protect yourself. You’re not qualified to choose your mate. Only God can do it, and he is willing and eager.

If you’re a woman and you wait till you’re 30, you may have a lot of trouble conceiving, and you will be more likely to lose your baby during gestation. You are also more likely to have children with defects. You will regret not having a family much more than you will regret not having a career.

5. Have children. Paul suggested there were people God had created to remain single, but they are rare, and you’re probably not one of them. If you know the Holy Spirit, he will tell you if you are. We were created to please God and help him reproduce. Our children are really his children. And a big family can be very helpful. Family members look after each other.

6. Don’t live in a city. Satan’s children are concentrated in cities. You will always be at odds with the people around you, and when they rise up and become terrorists, you’ll be right there where they can get at you, and your city’s government will back them up.

7. Keep non-Christians at a distance. Not just unbelievers, but backward Christians who pull you down instead of pulling you forward. Don’t marry them. Don’t have them as close friends. Don’t partner with them in business. Avoid working for them if you can.

8. Give to people in need, as the Holy Spirit tells you. God will bless you and protect you from your enemies, and he will bring you wealth.

9. Cut off everyone who makes you miserable. They came from Satan. Being alone is better than being suppressed and abused by idiots. Before I got close to God, I had a pattern of making friends with overbearing, condescending people who let me down and treated me like a child. I haven’t had a friend like that in maybe 14 years. It’s wonderful that they are not part of my life now. I would never let them rekindle our friendships.

I had a college buddy I thought was a friend. Eventually, God showed me what a liability he was. To be honest, he was a jerk. He lied all the time, mainly by embellishing stories to the point where they became ridiculous. He couldn’t admit fault. He was undependable. He had a bad temper; he couldn’t hold his liquor, and he liked to pick fights when he was drunk. He punched walls and windows. He was a racist. He used racial slurs like “Jew boy” when he was angry at people.

There were good things about him, but on the whole, he was a drag.

One day he contacted me and asked if he could come to Florida and go fishing with my dad and me, and I realized I just didn’t want to be around him any more. I turned him down and let him know I had grown apart from him, and that was that.

I’ve never missed him. We never did anything worthwhile together. We never helped anyone. We never prayed. We drank and amused ourselves with worthless pursuits. I was no asset to him, either. Our friendship didn’t add any value to either of our lives.

If I were still running around with him, it would be a chore, not a pleasure.

9. Never lift anything you don’t have to. Always ask for help with anything that takes serious effort to lift. In one second, you can put yourself in a back brace for life. It has happened to millions of people.

10. Never exert as much force as possible with your muscles. For example, never try to see how much weight you can lift. It’s at the extremes of effort, which are unnecessary, that we hurt ourselves.

11. Invest. You want passive income that multiplies. You will never get rich by working more hours at an hourly rate. You get rich by making people and things work for you.

12. Don’t go to college unless you’re certain you need to. It’s very expensive, and it will cut four productive years out of your life. You will be indoctrinated and surrounded by filthy people. If your college friendships last, it probably means you’re immature and a failure at life.

If you want to be rich, start a business and make investments. The richest people on Earth aren’t doing anything they were taught to do in college. They’re not professionals. They’re investors and businessmen.

Elon Musk doesn’t build rockets or cars. He runs the businesses that build them. He never picks up a tool. He doesn’t design anything.

On the low side, at a college that will not impress anyone, college will cost you over $100,000. On the high side, several times that. If you’re like most people, you will waste 3.5 years memorizing Cliff’s Notes and taking subjects you can learn just as well on the web and at libraries. It’s an unparallelled waste.

I called a guy about landscaping. A young man. He has a truck and a few employees. He told me his net worth was around a million dollars. What’s the average net worth of a 30-year-old English major?

A young guy charged me $7500 for a day of tree cutting. He had several trucks, multiple employees, an enormous crane, and a diesel grapple that probably cost six figures. He probably brought half a million dollars’ worth of equipment to my house, and he had other jobs.

He never had to learn anyone’s fauxnouns (my name for them) or attend orientation lectures about groveling for confused, bigoted, dangerous perverts. He has never had to pay Marxists to lecture him.

13. Keep your kids out of public education, and if you send them to a private Christian school, watch them like hawks. Hold everyone at the school accountable. Look at the textbooks. Go to every meeting. If you see effeminate men and masculine women on the faculty, pull your child out while there is time.

14. Never, ever, EVER trust a man who likes being around other people’s kids. Scoutmasters. Priests. Funny, witty male teachers who wear bowties. Camp counselors. Youth pastors. Your single uncle who keeps an immaculate house. It is not normal for a grown male to want to hang around with children.

15. Read a lot, but don’t waste too much time on fiction. The fiction establishment rewards the children of Satan with money, awards, and wide distribution. Fiction is full of rebellion, sexual sin, and misinformation, and very little of it includes God. You would be wise to avoid reading any fiction written after 1900. You don’t actually need it.

16. Don’t eat a lot of carbohydrates. Don’t listen to the nonsense about whole grains being good for you. They may be less bad, but that’s about it. Carbs cause obesity, diabetes, tooth decay, strokes, heart attacks, arthritis, high blood pressure, dementia, and a whole bunch of other things it is pretty much impossible to get from animal products and non-starchy plant foods.

17. Music, travel, and books are not luxuries. They are necessities for people who want to be fully developed, so don’t be afraid to spend on them. Learn an instrument, and make your kids learn instruments.

18. Buy cameras and learn to use them. Your descendants will be grateful.

I wish I could take advice as well as I give it, and I wish I had had this advice when I was younger. My children will receive all of it, and they will be better off than I have been.

My Normal Life

My wife and I have to sleep in separate rooms due to her pregnancy and a painting project.

This morning she woke up and came and found me in the master bedroom, wearing earmuffs and fluffy shearling slippers, staring out through the sliding glass doors, holding a loaded semiautomatic rifle with a scope.

Her first question: “How did you sleep?”

This is the difference between red state marriage and blue state marriage.

Here, only the rodents are squirrely.

I am very seriously considering buying a propane deep fryer for the back porch.

Truce Over

As I have said before, genocide can be a good thing. I was referring to God’s efforts, like the flood, the tribulation, and the destruction of the Canaanites and Amalekites, but it’s particularly true of squirrels.

I used to kill squirrels whenever I got a chance, but one day I decided to stop. I was working in my shop, and a mother squirrel kept walking by, carrying material for her nest. Ordinarily, squirrels are afraid to be near people. She walked right by me, over and over as she built the nest in a tree by the corner of my house.

I felt bad when I thought about killing her and her family. She trusted me. Maybe God was telling me something. I let her live.

Then I paid $6000 for truck repairs. Squirrels ate my Dodge’s wiring harness.

Let it suffice to say the ceasefire is over. And they are the ones who violated it.

I got myself a gadget that lures squirrels and shoves a bolt through their heads, but so far, it has only registered one kill. I’m going back to firearms.

I have a few .22 rifles. I believe the best for squirrel control are a Savage A22 and a modified Marlin 60 (made during the dark Remington years). Both are scoped. I also have a Ruger 10/22 with a Sig red dot and a silencer.

My 10/22 breaks down. I don’t mean that in the FIAT sense. I mean it comes apart into two short pieces you can stick in a backpack. Like an assassin’s ridiculous briefcase gun from a 1970’s movie.

In retrospect, I believe I should have gotten the one-piece version. My understanding is that it takes some skill to make the one I bought accurate, and I think it is also known to lose its zero when broken down.

I have gotten bad results in the past using scoped rifles for squirrels. I can’t let that continue. I don’t want to wound animals and have them run off and suffer. I would also like to avoid giving up and using a shotgun.

I believe the solution is to sight the rifles in correctly and memorize the deviations at squirrel distances so I can be really sure where the bullets will go. I also think I need to use the same ammo all the time, so I’m going with CCI Mini-mags. I have a good supply on hand, and they seem to be 1″-accurate at 50 yards in a good gun.

The Marlin Model 60 is a mix of good and bad. The good? It’s cheap. It’s light and handy. It feels good in the hand. The barrels have a great reputation for accuracy. It even looks nice. The bad? The quality control during the last years was like the quality control at Popeyes. The insides are like BB-gun insides. It’s not made for hyper ammunition. The trigger is plastic, and the trigger pull is bad.

I bought my Marlin a few years ago. I sat down and shot at a target maybe 60 feet away. The impacts covered an area the size of a big orange. Unbelievable.

I sent it back, and Marlin didn’t even try to fix it. They sent me a new gun, and I had to do a new background check.

The tube magazine fell off the new gun, and rather than go through the warranty process, I bought parts and fixed it myself.

I bought a trigger, springs, and some other stuff from a company called MCARBO, and now I have a metal trigger that works fairly well, and the gun will handle hyper ammunition if I decide to use it.

A photo I have on hand suggests this gun will do 1 MOA at 50 yards. I’m not positive about it. I wonder if I typed “50” in the file name when I should have typed something like 25. Anyway, it’s not bad.

Ruger is a fantastic gun company, unlike Remington, which owned Marlin when it made my gun. Ruger bought Marlin from Remington when Remington collapsed. The Rugerians must not think much of the Model 60, because they discontinued it. It’s probably one of the two most popular .22 rifles in history, but I guess Ruger’s people know a problem child when they see one.

I think they should bring it back and fix the issues everyone knows about.

The Marlin has a Bug Buster on it. This is a very cheap airgun scope. I like good optics, but I will defend the Bug Buster against all attacks. At short distances, a scope doesn’t need perfect glass or even good tracking. You just have to be able to see your game. You will never need to move your turrets. Just remember how the gun shoots and hold over or under accordingly.

The Bug Buster has a neat illuminated reticle that lights up in red or green, and it also has target turrets, so you don’t lose stuff when you sight it in. You don’t have to remove caps that fall in the grass, and you don’t need a screwdriver.

When I decided to sight my guns in yesterday, I chose the Model 60 and left the A22 in its case. The A22 is better in every imaginable way, but that miserable Model 60 has an allure no one seems to be able to resist.

The A22 is tapped and threaded for a real scope mount. It has a Savage Accu-trigger. It comes with iron sights, too. It has real-rifle guts. You can replace the barrel with a wrench instead of a press. Savage barrels are known for accuracy.

I didn’t want to go out in the manure and set up my bench at 50 yards, so I settled for 35 yards in my backyard. Let’s face it; no compassionate person is going to shoot a squirrel with a .22 if it’s over a hundred feet away. Rimfires are not accurate enough to trust on tiny game that far off.

I used a dubious hunting tripod for a rest, but I still got the gun shooting into half an inch at 35 yards, so it was good enough. I moved the target to 20 yards, which is a more likely distance, and it shot half an inch or so low. Now I have three numbers to remember: 35, 20, and 1/2. Done.

The Ruger surprised me. I didn’t think a red dot would be any good for squirrels, but it put rounds into half an inch at 20 yards just fine.

I ought to be able to assassinate squirrels very reliably now without resorting to the 16-gauge.

I don’t like the Ruger’s trigger. It’s plastic, and it seems like I can feel it bend before the gun goes off. I don’t think it matters at rimfire distances, but I could see myself changing it some day.

The scope is a Sig Romeo5. Very simple. Cheap. The battery lasts for years. You don’t turn the scope on or off. It’s “shake awake,” which means it comes on by itself when the gun is moved.

Now I’m looking for shooting opportunities. I have a great hide. It’s not black or camo. It’s white. It has a refrigerator and running water. It’s my house. I’m going to look out the windows every so often, and when I see a good shot opportunity, I’ll open a door and shoot from inside. It works great.

I might start shooting from upstairs windows. That will give me more chances. Because of the elevation, more squirrels will be significantly below my position, so I will be able to blast them without any concerns about rounds leaving my property.

Maybe I should put a stand up in the yard. That would be really funny.

When my dad and I were looking at houses here, we saw a 5-acre property with a deer stand and feeder. There is freedom here. I can sit in a stand beside my house, holding a semiautomatic rifle with a 25-round magazine, shooting at squirrels, any day of the year.

I have to stop at 12 squirrels per day. I guess that’s the tyranny I face.

Time to get up and look out the window.

The Tree of Domesticity Must be Watered with the Blood of Rodents

I had a bad experience today. I stepped on a baby mouse. Deliberately.

I have a guy coming out today to look at our chimney cap. A squirrel got into my chimney a few years back, and I had to shoot it in the fireplace. I learned that animals had torn up the old chimney cap. Mice were coming in. I had the cap replaced.

Somehow, they still get in. It may be because I hired Certified Roofing to redo my roofs. Certified is a really awful company. They left dozens of nails in my yard. Shingles are still falling off the roof. I’m going to have to get them to fix everything. If they won’t, I’ll have to hire another company and sue Certified.

It may also be that the new chimney cap, installed by a different company, is not getting the job done. Maybe it’s loose.

Whatever is happening, we get an occasional mouse, so I leave poison out along with traps.

I use the white Tomcat traps. They’re really good if you bait them correctly. If you put peanut butter in them, the mice lick it off and walk away satisfied. I use peanut butter to glue big balls of Victor rat poison to the traps. The mice try to pry the balls out, and that’s the end of them.

The other day, I found a dead mouse in my master bedroom, and it looked like its nipples were distended. A mom mouse. I flushed it down the toilet and went on my way.

Today when I got up, I saw a little object wiggling on the floor by the guest bath. It turned out to be a tiny mouse. It was not very coordinated. It couldn’t get up and run effectively. It could scurry on its belly. Its eyes weren’t open.

It was dying of thirst, so it had left its hiding place to look for its mother.

It was depressing. A person’s natural instinct is to take care of small, weak things that need help. And baby mice are cute. But there was nothing to be done for it. You don’t buy a home for a disease-bearing pest and feed it milk with an eye dropper.

I scooped it up in a box in order to avoid getting microbes on me, I took it outside, and I put it on the porch. It found its way to a porch pillar and started slithering around it. Mice are drawn to corners. They like to scamper along the bases of walls. It was natural for it to go around the pillar. It wanted to get away and survive.

I shoved it out where I could get at it, and I stamped on it. Instant death. I scraped the goo off my sandal and pushed the mouse’s remains out where scavengers could see them.

That was it. I was finished. I went in and made breakfast, which I didn’t enjoy a whole lot.

When my wife made it to the table, I told her what had happened. She said, “It had to go. It was a pest.” No husband-shaming. No tears. I was more affected than she was.

This shows what a blessing it is to have a foreign wife. In some other countries, people are still so concerned about taking care of themselves and their families, they don’t really care how mice and rats feel. They still have common sense.

I have a friend who has three sons. They were at my house one day, and we went to my shop. While we were talking, I saw a big roach, and without interrupting our conversation, I turned on the shop vacuum, sucked the roach up, and turned the vacuum off. The eldest son’s jaw dropped. He looked at his mother. He asked if I was just going to leave the roach in the vacuum. I thought it was a strange question. Of course I was.

It took me a second to realize there was a culture clash.

Back when I was having mole problems, I started telling his mother about a trap I had bought, and she cut me off. She understood that the moles had to go, but did not want to hear about it. It upset her.

It didn’t upset me. I wasn’t happy about crushing innocent creatures in a steel trap, but I wasn’t going to lie awake thinking about it.

I guess they live in one of those homes where people scoop up spiders, take them outside, and rehome them.

My wife is from Africa. They don’t rehome bugs. They don’t even like having dogs in the house.

My friend is a wonderful woman, but every home needs a male authority figure to keep things in balance.

“Harmless” spiders bite people while they sleep, and the bites fill up with pus. I had two spider bites. I would say each one produced over a teaspoon of pus. I had to go to a doctor for each one. One left a scar. Now tell me how spiders are our friends.

I have something awful to say. The more decadent and spoiled a society is–the more worthless it has become–the better it treats animals. Being too nice to animals is a luxury for spoiled people have never had to worry about pests eating their food or giving their children diseases. People who have never had to kill an animal to feed or protect a family.

Everyone should be kind to animals when it’s practical, but we go too far. There are people now who complain about cruelty to shrimp, which are just bugs that live under water. Fish barely know they’re alive, and they aren’t capable of real suffering, but every fishing story on the Internet is followed by moronic, enraged comments from twisted people who think every tuna has dreams and a mom.

In its slide into decadence, America has become feminized and matriarchal, and that’s a problem. Matriarchies don’t work. They breed crime and poverty. They produce generations of worthless boys who end up in prison.

Every family needs a father who is willing to be the bad guy. Somebody has to say, “No, we can’t keep the sick dog we found at the dump.” “No, Fluffy the cancerous cat can’t come home from the vet this time.” “No, we can’t save the rat we found in the trap and buy it a nice cage with a wheel in it.”

That guy is me. I have to accept the burden of doing unpopular things now. I’m glad my wife is supportive.

When I was a kid, I found a mouse that was dying, and I put it in a jar and tried to help it. My grandparents and my mother should have ordered me to dump it in the yard, but they didn’t. That was a mistake. I thought its convulsions might be labor. I thought I might be helping it have “babies.” Mice don’t have babies. Babies are human beings. Mice have young.

It died the day I found it. I should have put it on the ground and stepped on it to end its suffering. Because my family failed to step up, I let it suffer for no reason. Their laziness was cruel.

I have also saved a litter of skunks, a white lab mouse, a tiny raccoon, and a baby mockingbird. I think the mouse did all right. A girl took it home with her. I turned the skunks over to my dad’s friend, a big, brash North Carolina sheriff’s deputy, and I was told they would be cared for by a buddy of his who raised skunks. I’m sure he dispatched them the same day. The coon went to a crazy lady with a wildlife rescue operation. I remember her holding the coon in one hand and a cocktail in the other. The mockingbird was torn apart by the same cat that made its rescue necessary in the first place. I found its headless body.

You don’t rescue coons. They are horrible pests, and they carry rabies without symptoms. I can kill raccoons here legally all year. There is no season. Every considerate, informed, compassionate person hates them.

My last encounter with a coon involved me shooting it in the head while it was stuck in a trap. It kept stealing the bait from the trap I was using to get a squirrel that chewed on my very expensive gate. I put a .22 round through its brain and tossed it over the fence for the buzzards, crows, and possums. I didn’t enjoy it, but someone had to do it.

My friend with the three boys has a mother who keeps abandoned animals on a farm. She’s an animal hoarder. The animals don’t get the greatest care. Most would be better off at the end of a veterinarian’s needle. She buys vegetables and provides salad for wild coons every day. This is like injecting yourself with something that makes covid viruses stronger and more prolific. It’s worse than feeding rats. Coons kill pets and livestock, they invade people’s attics, and they are generally a source of misery.

Who is kind? The person who hangs onto animals that have unpleasant lives and prolongs them with substandard care, or the one who steps on orphaned mice to save them hours or days of agony?

A person has a divine right to live. An animal does not. Jesus ate meat. God allows us to turn animals into meals and shoes. We don’t have to ask for permission or forgiveness.

Euthanizing a person is murder. Euthanizing an animal is compassion coupled with strength of character. It takes character to kill an animal you wish you could help.

I showed mercy to a family of squirrels here. Then I paid $6000 to undo the damage they did to my truck. That’s my son’s inheritance and my wife’s food and clothing. Now I’m killing squirrels again.

Florida has changed the squirrel season. It used to last about 5 months. Now you can kill them whenever you want, although you might be hindered briefly if you live next door to a Karen who just moved here from New Jersey. Florida realizes squirrels are a problem. The part of the state north of Tampa was designed for two types of creatures: retirees and squirrels. Every third tree is an oak that rains acorns. Up north, most trees don’t make food for squirrels. Florida is a squirrel paradise.

God requires us to kill. It’s part of the curse he put on the world. Because of sin, he has to kill and punish, so he wants us to know how it feels. Under the Mosaic law, a person who refused to eat meat had to be cut off from Israel. Animals were killed and cooked every day at the temple. God ordered the Hebrews to kill a lot of people as well as their livestock, perhaps because the livestock were raped and used in pagan rituals. God got angry with Saul for showing the wrong people mercy instead of killing them.

The Messianic Age will be different. The world will be like a big petting zoo. Animals won’t eat meat. They’ll get along. Presumably, we’ll be able to touch them and love them. Until then, we have to share in the burden of ending lives.

I’m so glad I didn’t marry a pampered American girl who tries to keep meat off our table or who would stop talking to me if I shot a coyote. I’m so sick of female self-righteousness.

Women are not the answer. God, a male, is. Women never built or protected a society. Women never established police forces or prisons to keep people safe. Women can’t raise children alone without disastrous consequences, but men can. Women vote stupidly. If men didn’t vote, we would be communists right now. No exaggeration.

Men are extremely important. It does no good to bear children if they just rot. Prisons are full of the children of single mothers, not single men.

The other day, I saw George Clooney doing an interview. He looked spindly and frail. I turned to my wife and asked if Clooney’s wife was a vegan. I could tell.

I looked it up. Yes, of course she’s a vegan. He has a matriarchal household. God help his children. And him, for that matter. He must live in a psychological straitjacket. “IS THAT A SINGLE-USE PLASTIC BOTTLE?” “ARE YOU EATING A TACO AND APPROPRIATING CHEE-CA-NO CULTURE?” “OH, NO, YOU DID NOT MISGENDER THE CAT AGAIN!”

I genuinely pity him. And I thank God I’m not around people like that now.

Two days ago, my wife showed me a horrible photo from the web. A woman with a beard, holding a tiny baby that appeared to be malnourished. The website said the mother was a man.

We have been praying for that child. What chance does she have? Her parents are disgusting.

We saw a self-righteous vegan female influencer showing off a baby. It was much too small for its age. Veganism is not for babies or children. It’s much worse for them than it is for adults. It’s hard to make a vegan work for an adult, but making it work for a baby takes much more effort and knowledge.

The freak with the beard disturbed me and made me wish the world would end. I wish Yeshua would come for us today. We are completely finished as a nation and a world. When you can publish a photo of an unconscionable abomination and get a flood of likes, you live in a world that is not worth preserving for another day.

The squirrels will continue to die, as will the mice, coons, and whatever else gets on our nerves. If you have a wife who will let you be a man, you should step up and accept the honor. If you marry an American girl who voted for Kamala, you won’t get much sympathy from me when the misery kicks in.

DC Struck by Sudden Shortage of Crack, Cheap Wine

The unthinkable has happened. Well, that’s wrong. It was definitely thinkable. A lot of us expected it. Joe Biden has pardoned his son, one-man crime wave Hunter Biden.

It’s very interesting from a political standpoint as well as a legal standpoint.

Let’s see. What crimes has Little Biden committed?

1. He appears to have been second-in-command in a Biden family bribery operation, selling his dad’s favors. It appears other relations, such as his aunt and at least one uncle, are involved. Little Biden was under investigation for lots of related stuff, including his alleged lobbying for Ukrainian firm Burisma, a company he began working for in April of 2014.

2. He lied on an FBI background check when buying a gun. That’s a felony. A jury convicted him.

3. He evaded federal income taxes.

4. He ignored a subpoena and refused to testify before Congress. Ordinarily, I would not take that seriously, but two Trump associates went to prison for the same thing. Of course, they were prosecuted under a different tier of the injustice system.

Am I missing anything? I hope I haven’t. It’s a very complicated story.

There is no point in going through the long list of Big Biden denials. They’re all over the web right now. Even leftists are posting them. They are shocked. Just as shocked as they were when they suddenly realized Big Biden was senile, after 4 years of falling down, shaking hands with imaginary people, and forgetting where he was.

Big Biden repeatedly, indisputably asserted that he would not pardon Little Biden, and his press flak did the same thing from the White House podium. I can’t wait to see her tell the White House Press Corps Biden never said he wouldn’t pardon Hunter.

Where is this woman going to get a job next year? At least Jen Psaki was reasonably bright. It’s hard to believe any media organization would hire this other one, but on the other hand…Don Lemon. The right complexion, sexual fetish, and political stance can outweigh cognitive and moral deficits.

Big Biden lied. Incredible! No one saw a thing like that coming! Because he has always been so honest in the past.

I saw a hilarious 20th-century video of Biden saying he was knocked out of the race for the presidency because he lied. He called himself a liar. He didn’t say he misspoke or whatever. If you haven’t seen it, it’s because the 21st-century press kept it quiet. Even Big Biden has admitted Big Biden lies.

He said it very casually. He seemed to think it was funny. It was like he was admitting he cut in line at Chipotle.

The scope of the pardon is enormous. It spans a decade, up to the day when Big Biden issued it. If we find out Little Biden robbed a bank or sold 10-year-old prostitutes to depraved oligarchs, he can’t be charged unless there is a way to turn his crimes into violations of state law.

Maybe Alvin Bragg could help us there. He’s exactly the kind of unethical prosecutor we would need.

I’m sure it’s a coincidence that Big Biden’s pardon goes into effect retroactively just before Little Biden dove into Burisma.

The diary isn’t real, but we’ll imprison the lady who stole it anyway. The laptop isn’t real, but we’ll go after the people who publicized it anyway. The Burisma scandal isn’t real, but let’s pardon Hunter anyway.

It’s totally reasonable to pardon people who are clearly innocent. In Biden World.

So what’s happening here?

Little Biden had a sweetheart deal that would have spared him prison time, ending prosecution on the tax and gun charges, but the judge blew it up because she felt it was unfair and would have had the effect of a blanket pardon for unrelated future prosecutions. On the surface, it looks like a) the prosecutors were in cahoots with his defense team or b) the prosecutors were stupid and the defense team fooled them into writing Biden a lifetime pardon. Option b is completely plausible. The best and brightest generally do not go into government work.

Little Biden did not try to restructure the plea. Instead, he pleaded guilty. Why?

Let’s go ahead and be cynical.

By pleading guilty, he saved a ton of money in attorneys’ fees. Biden has very expensive representation. A second trial and two appeals would have cost him millions, in all likelihood. I don’t know why high-profile defendants hire such overpriced lawyers, but they do. Dealing with a sentencing should be much less work than a trial. Little or no research. No witness prep. No expert witnesses with huge fees. The list goes on.

Once he pleaded (not “pled”) guilty, all he had to do was sit back and wait to be pardoned.

Did he know he would be pardoned? Of course. He and the Big Guy had a deal. Otherwise, why plead guilty? It saved him money, but barring a pardon, it also assured he would go to prison.

Big Biden is one of the most notorious and shameless liars ever to stink up the Oval Office. Of course he lied, repeatedly, when he said he would not pardon Little Biden.

Trump would almost certainly have pardoned Little Biden. He is going to pardon a bunch of J6 martyrs, and he wants to be able to say he was as good to a political enemy’s son as he was to them. Even if they didn’t exist, he would still want to pardon Little Biden in order to appear magnanimous and get a distraction out of the way while putting his regime in place.

What about Kamala?

That’s a tough one.

I’m sure she originally planned to pardon Little Biden. She probably discussed it with Big Biden before he shuffled out of the race and used her to gut Barack Obama. It was probably a condition for his agreement to, for all practical purposes, appoint her as the Democratic candidate.

It appears that Biden sabotaged her repeatedly, however. I believe he appointed Kamala in order to prevent Barack Obama, who was in the process of knocking him out of the candidate spot for a second time, from installing his own protege, Chris Coons, who will now join Admiral Stockdale and Tim Kaine on the list of forgotten could-have-beens.

If Kamala had won, it would have been in spite of Big Biden. Maybe she would have backed out on a promise to pardon Little Biden. I doubt Big Biden was willing to take a chance.

I think Kamala was not a sure thing, and Biden did not want to give Trump a PR victory. I believe this is why he relieved himself all over his already-tainted legacy.

Is Hunter out of the woods now? Not yet.

There is some chance Trump’s DOJ will start to take the Biden family bribery operation seriously. If that happens, Hunter can be forced to testify. Thanks to Big Biden, he will not be able to refuse to answer questions. He can’t assert his Fifth Amendment rights because he can’t incriminate himself. He can, however, be imprisoned indefinitely for contempt of court for refusing to testify. He can also be imprisoned for perjury or lying to the FBI.

Sometimes prosecutors get people to testify against their accomplices by threatening them with prosecution. That won’t work on Hunter now. Another tool is immunity. They can give people immunity in order to strip them of Fifth Amendment protection. Big Biden just did that for future prosecutors.

What will the Bidens do now?

If Big Biden wants to kill the scandal permanently, he will have to pardon himself and every other individual involved in the family’s crimes. Alleged. He could also pardon everyone but himself, counting on the GOP to be unwilling to prosecute a former president.

Whatever Biden’s many faults are, he is very protective of his children. His DOJ got a woman imprisoned for the petty theft of his daughter’s diary. I don’t know whether his passion for nepotism extends sufficiently to other relatives to motivate him to pardon them.

It’s wild, seeing leftists scream about the pardon. They are very angry at Joe, but, predictably and incredibly, they have managed to turn Trump into the problem. Now Trump will pardon all the J6 defendants! The dangerous revolutionaries who pretty much took over the entire country by getting buzzed on cheap beer and throwing a halfhearted, weaponless, planless riot that lasted a couple of hours and resulted in no deaths except for the murder of an unarmed woman who tried to climb through a window.

If Batista had faced this kind of coup, Castro would have died in prison. This is the kind of revolution deposed tyrants wish they could have faced.

If the J6 defendants, and not Barack Obama, had staged a coup against Biden’s presidential campaign, he would have been on the ballot through November 5.

Trump was going to pardon the nonviolent J6 scapegoats anyway. No one should spend years or decades in prison for walking through the Capitol during a riot. Some of the J6 people are in prison for doing much less.

Is Joe Biden crazy and corrupt enough to pardon himself and his family? I guess he is. If he is willing to abandon all pretense of honesty and respect for the law in order to save Hunter from a year or two at a Club Fed, he is probably willing to go all the way.

I don’t care about Little Biden skating on the gun and tax charges, because rapists and murderers are acquitted every day, but the bribery thing is important. It needs to be fully exposed and investigated, regardless of whether he can be charged.

I don’t know whether Trump has the stomach for it. Guess we’ll find out.

We Could have Done Better

Today my wife told me leftists are criticizing conservatives, saying we’re hypocritical for using the homosexual song “YMCA” to promote Donald Trump. I told her I agreed with them.

I don’t really think conservatives are hypocrites for promoting homosexuality. I was speaking loosely. Christians who promote homosexuality, including songs like “YMCA,” are hypocritical.

You can be very conservative and very hostile to Christianity. You can’t be Spirit-led and be anything but conservative, and all leftists who claim Yeshua is with them are wrong, but you can be conservative and hate God. You can be a witch or a homosexual or whatever else you want.

Maybe there are people who don’t know the history and meaning of the song. There must be, because there are adults who don’t know Joe Biden was an object of universal ridicule for about 30 years. There are adults who have no idea Bruce Jenner was a gold-medal-winning Olympic athlete.

“YMCA” stands for Young Men’s Christian Association. During the last century, many big cities had YMCA’s. If you were male and you didn’t have much, you could rent a room and get fed very cheaply at the YMCA, or the Y, as most people called it. When comedians joked about poverty, they would mention the Y. “My wife got my house, and I’m staying at the Y.”

There was also an organization called the Young Women’s Christian Association.

At some point, homosexuals started taking over YMCA’s. These were places full of vulnerable young men who needed money and opportunities. They were same-sex environments. They had dormitories. They had shower rooms. What more could a sexual predator want?

I’ll digress, as I usually do.

I won my city’s spelling bee, so my local paper flew my mother and I to DC so I could be in the national bee, which I lost because I spent, literally, one or two minutes studying. I didn’t realize what the contest was. They gave people a word list that was supposed to be helpful. Obviously (now), the point was to learn all the words on the list. I didn’t do that. I thought, absurdly, that the bee was about aptitude. That makes no sense. An aptitude test would require everyone to spell the same words.

The people who ran the bee brought a celebrity on board. A homosexual, now that I think about it. Will Geer, best known for his role and Grandpa Walton.

What? You didn’t know he was a homosexual? I didn’t, either. He was a hard core red who ran with a very unsavory crowd, and he also liked the boys. He served as a sort of emcee for the bee.

I have only asked for one celebrity autograph in my life, and it was Will Geer’s. My mom kept pushing me to ask. I thought autographs were stupid. At the final banquet, as he was making his way to the front in a weird, attention-seeking getup comprised of a grey suit and something like a Navajo blanket, I stood up and yelled, “Mr. Geer! Got time for an autograph!” I felt like an idiot, and he probably agreed. But graciously, he walked over to me and signed.

They brought the kids together for activities. One activity was a guessing game. They sat us on a ballroom floor in circles. Each one of us had a sheet of paper on taped to his back. On the sheet of paper, the organizers wrote names. The names of famous people. Our job was to ask questions and figure out who was on our backs.

I got absolutely nowhere. I don’t recall, but I’m sure the other kids were no help when I asked questions. They had an easier time. Their celebrities were people like Gerald Ford and John Wayne.

I was extremely frustrated.

Eventually, they told us to look at the names. Guess what my paper said on it. “Bette Midler.”

I am not making this up.

I asked, “Who is Better Midler?”, pronouncing her last name “MY-dler.”

At the time, she was not well-known to most Americans. She had had a top-selling album the year before, but she was years away from doing any acting.

Who was she popular with? Homosexuals. She had built her career performing in homosexual bathhouses where homosexuals gathered in the dark and sodomized each other without so much as an introduction. Bathhouses helped spread AIDS far faster than it could ever have spread among heterosexuals.

Gaetan Dugas, the airline steward who has been called “Patient Zero,” used to spread AIDS in bathhouses, deliberately. He would have sex in the dark with men he didn’t know, and then he would show them his Kaposi’s sarcoma lesions. He told them he had “gay cancer” and that they had it, too.

My memories are hazy, but I think there was a famous Y on 72nd Street where Midler performed. A lot of information from that era has been censored.

Imagine, thinking a junior high kid would know who Bette Midler was during the Ford administration.

I suppose there were some friends of Dorothy helping run the spelling bee. “Everyone knows Bette! She’s fabulous!”

The song “YMCA” is about sexual predators luring young victims to a homosexual hangout so they can be groomed and sodomized, hopefully with consent.

“Young man.” What do homosexuals like? Young men. After all, they’re men, and men love young bodies. Sorry, ladies. A woman who is a 9 at 16 is likely to be a 4 at 40.

“You’re in a new town.” You have no support system. There is no one to protect you. You are highly motivated to do what you have to in order to get food, shelter, and a job.

“You can get yourself clean.” A strange thing to mention. It’s a reference to the showers.

“Put your pride on the shelf.” No need to explain that.

“YMCA” was created and performed by the Village People, a homosexual group whose members dressed as straight men in very masculine roles. A construction worker, a motorcycle cop, an Indian chief, a cowboy, a soldier, and an outlaw biker. I think the costumes varied a little.

Homosexuals who take the female role want straight men to fall in love with them and have sex with them, which is obviously not possible, so they cosplay as straight men. They want to be Cinderella, but Prince Charming could not be more grossed out.

Another digression.

When I was in junior high and high school, I knew a kid I’ll call Renaldo. Renaldo’s dad was some kind of businessman. He had a reputation for abusing people and being dishonest. One day, the cops found his dead body on a bench at a park beside Biscayne Bay. The park was two blocks from my house and one block from Renaldos’ house. Renaldo’s dad had killed himself. The rumor was that he was going to be charged with crimes.

I just found a newspaper reference saying he overdosed. He was 49.

Renaldo was very gay, and he loved to perform. His mother was very submissive, and he was nasty to her and told her what to do. Renaldo was very tough and assertive. I recall him as a person who did not start trouble with anyone in school, but I saw him humiliate a little bully with no fear whatsoever.

One day, I happened to pass their house, and I saw that Renaldo had turned their garage into a stage. It had obviously been built by professionals. The garage was filled with a raised platform.

Renaldo was on the stage in a straw hat, a jacket with green and white stripes, and white pants. He was holding a rattan cane out in front of himself, as performers used to do, and he was singing and dancing.

Very odd.

Some kids were in the driveway, watching.

When we were in high school, Renaldo and I carpooled. A group of parents divided the job of transportation up, and one day a week, Renaldo’s mom drove us in her metallic-green Olds Toronado with a white vinyl top.

The Village People came to town during this time, because their song was very big. Our school was in Coconut Grove, which was a homosexual neighborhood. While we were headed to school one day, Renaldo told us the Village People had stayed at the Coconut Grove Hotel while in Miami, and he had stayed with them.

So he would have been around 15, and he was staying with grown men, presumably enjoying Bible studies and receiving tutoring so he could pass math. I’m sure.

I’m not saying statutory rape was going on. For that matter, I’m not even saying Renaldo actually stayed with the Village People. But he said he did.

The last time I saw Renaldo, we were at our 10th high school reunion. AIDS had ravaged the homosexual population. I have seen estimates saying 20% of them died. AIDS used to be a death sentence. People died horribly, with diarrhea and vomiting. Some looked like skeletons. They died covered with big black growths.

He was living in New York. I think he was somehow involved with the theater, but I doubt he was performing. He had no talent, and he could never have passed for straight. A 1990 credits list for an obscure movie says he was an assistant casting director.

Regarding AIDS, he said he no longer had friends. He said he had acquaintances. Very sad. AIDS had gutted his social circle.

It was fitting that the Village People stayed at the Coconut Grove Hotel, in Miami’s gayest area. They named themselves after Greenwich Village, and the Grove was Miami’s homologue.

Anyway, now you know all about “YMCA.”

Anyone who thinks Trump is a Christian figure is wrong. I think he believes, but he’s a secular-minded president. He appoints homosexuals. A homosexual helped him win in Pennsylvania. He’s not going to go out and crusade for Yeshua. He’ll be better to Christians and Israel than a Democrat, but he dances to a song about homosexual predation, and he knows what it means. He’s not a sign that America has turned around. Things will continue to deteriorate.

Taste 9; Aerodynamics 1

Hope everyone is having a great Thanksgiving. God has been kinder to us than I can say.

Our Thanksgiving has been marred by my wife’s admission that she is not crazy about boneless turkey. We had a talk about it, and I said I would make turkey the regular inferior way, and I even offered to make prime rib, but she wants to go boneless again, so that’s what we’re doing.

I told her turkey is mandatory on Thanksgiving, even for people who don’t like it. This is one of the rules of living in America. It’s like America’s Passover lamb. But I wanted her to enjoy what she ate.

I asked what Zambians ate on Christmas, and she said chicken with rice. I told her she should go ahead and fix it this year. She was not interested at all. Prime rib, baby. Flavor wins out over nostalgia.

Most people who don’t like turkey have eaten turkey by people who don’t cook well. Regarding my own creations, I will not lie. My turkeys are generally spectacular. They’re tender and juicy, and they are packed full of cornbread stuffing laced with champagne.

We got lucky and found a small turkey this time. Misguided turkey fryers usually snap them up, and everyone else ends up with a bird weighing at least 15 pounds. They’re harder to prepare. They take ages to thaw and cook. Only a big family can finish one before it goes bad.

Remember all those times when your mom or wife said, “It’s not done yet. Maybe another hour”, and you ended up eating at 8 p.m.? That’s because Americans buy turkeys that are too big.

Our bird was 11 pounds before I removed its bones. Nice.

I made the usual cornbread-and-sausage stuffing. I am not making extra to go on the side. It’s all in the bird.

We’re taking it easy this year. No pumpkin pie. It’s a loser desert. Nothing green. Turkey, stuffing, potatoes, yams, fresh rolls, cranberry relish, and pecan pie with a little bourbon in it. Korbel brut, remaining from preparing the turkey, stuffing, and gravy. Good enough.

Not sure what the wife will drink.

I used Woodford Reserve bourbon in the pie. It’s pricey. I got it a few years ago because I was told that if I liked Knob Creek, I would like Woodford Reserve.

I found Woodford Reserve harsh. I don’t like it at all. When you buy expensive booze, you’re paying for complexity and smoothness. Without the smoothness, it might as well be Old Crow.

Maybe it’s better if you put water in it. Anyway, I use it for flavoring food now. Usually, I use Jack Daniel’s, which is also harsh, but I need to get rid of the Woodford Reserve.

I used raspberry Jell-O in the relish. Really nice. I hope it comes out nice and firm. It was too loose last year. This time, I omitted half of the water from the Jell-O.

I’m cooking the turkey at 250° so it will be tender and juicy. I plan to yank it when the stuffing hits 157°. The USDA recommends 165°, but they’re also way off the mark with steak and pork. Fricking lawyers. Any parasite that can survive 145° in a pork roast has earned the right to give me trichinosis.

Didn’t hurt RKF. All that much.

The web says the USDA now recommends 145° for pork. I believe that’s new. I’m pretty sure they used to recommend 155° or 165°, which are temperatures guaranteed to kill the flavor.

I see sources recommending 140° for turkey, so I may go lower than 157°. I saw a chart that lists temperatures and the times it takes salmonella to die. At 145°, salmonella dies in 13.8 minutes. I can pretty much guarantee that if my turkey hits 145°, there will be no way to get it to the table before 13.8 minutes pass. More like 25, I would think.

Have a wonderful dinner, and be sure to lock out the relatives who ruin it every year. I sincerely hope everyone who shows up at your table either loves Trump or is willing to shut up for a few hours.

Thank You, Drunk Monks

I am brewing again.

I took some time off for some reason I no longer remember. I’m not sure there was a reason. Laziness may have been involved.

Early this year, I stocked up on grain, hops, and yeast, but I let things slide. My house is full of brewing supplies. I had to get back at it.

I am out of wheat ale, and my amber/orange lager, Last Trump Lager (may be changed to Final Trump Lager) is definitely stale. My supply of Emergency Management Ale is dangerously low. My first imperial stout needs to be drunk and replaced with a recipe I like better.

Today I brewed my first batch of Happy Halfwit Christmas Ale.

My first heavy beer is called Happy Halfwit because it has a lot of wheat in it. It’s sort of like a Belgian ale. Belgians call their wheat beers witbiers. My beer’s grain bill is around 1/3 wheat, so I decided to call it Halfwit. Poetic license. No one would think Thirdwit was…witty.

About two years ago, when I started getting back into brewing, I bought a bunch of store beers to sharpen up my palate. I bought St. Bernardus Christmas Ale, from Belgium. I believe it’s a quadrupel, or what the BJCP calls a Strong Dark Belgian Ale.

When I first got the beer, I was not crazy about it. It had a coarseness to it. Too much funk, as I have said in an earlier post. I bought a 4-pack, and until today, I had two in the fridge.

It improved a great deal while I was debating throwing it out. The funkiness went away, and it became like Belgian beer Kool-Aid. Very easy to drink, but still complex.

Today I made something like a Belgian Dark Strong Ale, but I used a lot of wheat, while Belgian Dark Strong Ales are made with barley alone. Stunts like this make other homebrewers think I’m weird, but I really like the beers I make. They are my favorites.

It seems like all the great Belgian beers are made by monks. It’s like they spent the Dark Ages and the Renaissance doing nothing but lying around drunk. They didn’t stop with beer. They also invented a lot of well-known hard liquors. Supposedly, the European wine industry was developed by monks.

Why were they drunk all the time? Was life really that dull?

My brewing method is pretty slick now. I have it dialed in. I mash and boil in a 10-gallon pot straddling two stove burners. A mesh bag goes in the kettle to hold the grain. I strain the results and pour them into a 6-gallon stubby Torpedo keg, using a big saucepan. I put the keg in the pool so the wort chills fast. Then I pitch the yeast, add a valve to control the building CO2, and put the keg in a freezer with a Chinese temperature controller on it.

It’s really simple.

When I got back into brewing, I assumed other people had made a lot of progress with tools and methods, and I foolishly bought a computerized German machine that takes grain and turns it into wort. It was a stupid thing to do. I blew about a thousand dollars on something that should cost three hundred, and it was a pain to take apart and clean.

Now it’s just me, the kettle, and the bag. I spend about a third as much time cleaning and putting stuff away. And the beer is just as good.

I guess I shouldn’t make it sound like there has been no progress, because the kettle-and-bag method is relatively new. It’s called brew in a bag, or BIAB. But while it’s progress, it involves a setup more primitive than the one I started using in 2001.

There are guys out there using HERMS equipment. I’m not going to Google to find out what HERMS stands for, but it involves several huge stainless containers and at least one pump. I would quit brewing if I had to wash all that.

Here is the thing: men love gadgets. If we didn’t, women would be living in burrows and behind bushes. We love tinkering and engineering. When you get started brewing, it’s easy to fall in love with unnecessary machinery. You begin with the idea you’re going to make really good beer, and you end up trying to become a really good mechanic instead.

There are guys out there with big, shiny, three-vessel systems that take up their entire garages, and they could be using 1) a pot, and 2) a bag.

It’s not like BIAB is a compromise. BIAB people win prizes all the time.

I’ll just say it. You have to be stupid to buy a fancy brewing system. I know, because I bought one. I should sell it.

To a stupid person.

Okay, “stupid” is not the right word. But a person with knowledge and common sense would buy something else.

The beer I made today will probably ferment out in 4 days. I know this because ale I used as my starting point fermented out in three. This new one is a little heavier. I should be drinking it in 10 days or less.

So that’s nice.

In other news, our wonderful Lord has given me more revelation, and I should put it on the blog.

There is always symmetry in the supernatural. That’s the starting point. Look for symmetry, and you will save yourself a lot of time in the school of hard knocks. You will learn more quickly.

Pride is horrible. I have written about this. It goes before destruction, and a haughty spirit goes before a fall. Self-confidence is poison.

I have also said that God showed me that pride is a fence we build to protect our iniquities. We don’t like to listen or change, so we make excuses and dig our heels in. We protect our bad habits and delusions as though they were our children, because we think we know better than everyone else.

Pride is also a fence we build to keep God away. The Bible makes this clear. It says he is close to the humble but far from the proud.

If we build a fence to keep correction out, and it keeps God away, who is it bringing near? Evil spirits. Symmetry.

Here is revelation: by the symmetry of the supernatural, humility is a fence we build to keep destruction and evil spirits away. It’s a fence that surrounds God and ourselves, keeping him close to us.

Humility is actually power and victory. No one ever teaches this. They don’t know. They’re too busy telling us to work hard, grin while we are abused and defeated, and give them money to buy more jets.

If you’re humble, God will be close to you, so he will keep evil spirits far off, and he will bless you in every way.

Think of this: in the Old Testament, who saw God? One person, as far as we know. Maybe Adam saw him before the fall, but Moses is the only person we can say saw him, for sure.

What quality did Moses have?

No one was more humble than Moses. Look it up. The Bible says it.

I didn’t see the connection until God showed it to me yesterday.

Moses was close to God. Moses was given so much power and authority, he was able to stroll up to the ruler of Egypt and tell him off.

The one thing that Moses did that got him in trouble with God was an act of pride. God told him to speak to a rock and make water come out, and Moses struck the rock instead, making it look like human strength solved the problem. For this, Moses was kept out of Israel.

We tend to think of humility as something that makes us weak. We think it empowers others to abuse us. But it’s actually the entrance to the strong fortress the Bible keeps telling us about. It’s safety and power.

I wish I had known this a long time ago.

I hope this is useful to you. Now I’ll finish this beer and go to bed.

Home Brewery Roars Back to Life

This was written on November 25.

It’s brew day minus one. I’m making Happy Halfwit Christmas Ale tomorrow.

I make a heavy ale called Happy Halfwit, and it’s magnificent. It contains a huge amount of wheat, which is weird for a heavy ale. I use Abbaye yeast, which was supposedly derived from Chimay dregs. This ale is sweet and very strong. Absolutely perfect. And it gets better with time. I made my last batch in January, and it’s at least as good as it ever was.

Almost two years ago, I got myself some St. Bernardus Christmas Ale, from Belgium. It’s dark and pretty heavy. It’s considered a quadrupel (spelled “quadrupel”), which means it’s what Americans call a “Strong Dark Belgian Ale.” It comes in at 10% alcohol, according to the Sint Bernardus (spelled “Sint Bernardus”) brewery.

I like this ale, but it has some funk to it. Belgians do weird things with beer, and sometimes their beer has smells and flavors people have compared to horse sweat and manure. I tried a Belgian-inspired ale made in America, and it made me think of Carnation Milk that had been in the can for 30 years, multiplied by 5.

I am trying to make a dark ale with little or no funk. If it has some banana overtones, which Abbaye sometimes produces, that’s fine, as long as they’re not overwhelming.

I’m using Special B malt as an ingredient. People tell me I’m using too much, but then they also claim I’m crazy to use Sabro hops, which are known to make beer taste a little bit like a pina colada. They say the malt will make the beer taste like prune juice. They may be right, but I already have the grain, and I can’t separate the Special B out. I’m going to go with it and change it next time if I need to.

I’m making a yeast starter. That means I’m taking a little packet of expensive yeast, mixing it with a malt extract solution, and letting the yeast multiply overnight. The idea is to overwhelm the beer and any microbes that might survive the brewing process. A starter is supposed to guarantee fermentation will go all the way, and it reduces the likelihood of infection by stray germs.

I am shooting for an original (prefermentation) specific gravity of 1.092, which is very heavy. Specific gravity is a ratio. It’s the density of the beer compared to the density of water. A lot of beers come in at around 1.040. Mine are generally around 1.055. A figure of 1.092 means there will be a lot of work for the yeast to do.

Sometimes, for reasons only yeast knows, yeast gives up, and then you’re stuck with beer that isn’t quite beer. I want to avoid that.

My new ale should come in at about 10% alcohol, which is perfect for cold nights by the fire. Not that I get much in the way of cold nights, but still.

I should be able to finish brewing tomorrow. Then I’ll stick the beer in a dedicated fridge at a fixed temperature. After that, I plan to make some of my favorite amber ale, and I need to replace my Last Trump lager, which is getting old.

I’ve been drinking my Steppe Brother Imperial Stout. I made it a long time ago, and I found it too sweet. I increased the carbonation level, and that added carbonic acid to the beer. Carbonic acid gives club soda its sharp flavor.

Here’s a photo of this beer in a miniature pint glass.

I like the beer now, and I’ve realized it’s not a failure. It’s a fantastic beer. It’s just sweeter than I intended when I wrote the recipe. I have grain for a new version, so I’ll be making that soon.

Other people who really like sweet beer would love this stout. If you can stand milk stout, which contains no milk but is full of unfermentable lactose, this beer will seem dry to you.

Imperial stout is a style the British exported to Russia. It was made very strong and dark. The intention was to make a beer that could survive an ocean crossing, supposedly. If you want to taste a perfect Imperial Stout, by a 4-pack of Old Rasputin, by North Coast Brewing.

After making my own imperial, I contacted North Coast, and they suggested I crank up the bitterness in my beer, so I’ll be doing that, going up to 76 IBU’s with Citra hops. As you might guess, they have a citrusy flavor.

My first batch of Steppe Brother fermented out in three days, which is crazy. I used a psycho yeast called Kveik Lutra. Kveik yeasts come from Norway or Sweden or something, and they are turbocharged. I got good results the first time around, so I’ll be using Lutra again.

Hoping to have a nice festive beverage available by Christmas.

This is Exactly What’s Supposed to Happen

So why are so many Democrats telling other Democrats to abandon and avoid their conservative and Christian friends and relatives? Many Americans seem to think this is a bad thing, but it’s not. Not for Christians, at least.

It’s a very interesting thing from a supernatural standpoint. It’s part of Satan’s counterfeiting operation.

There is always symmetry in the supernatural. Every good thing has a dark reflection. And Satan is not smart enough or powerful enough to come up with anything original. He copies God, and you know what they say about the sincerest form of flattery.

In aping God, he glorifies him. There is no way to avoid it.

A long time ago, God showed me that the fundamental activity taking place on Earth and in the heavens is a genocidal war. There are factions, and they want to annihilate each other.

There are people who belong to God, and then there are people who belong to Satan. They make up an overwhelming majority of human beings. They always have.

God is in the reproduction business. He created the world so he could have children and increase the size of his loving family. It sounds like a platitude, but love really is the best thing there is, and it’s the reason we and everything around us exist. God created humanity so we could come to know him and go to be with him in a perfect environment of love and peace. Without human beings, the world serves no purpose. Satan, on the other hand, wants to get rid of everyone who knows God.

You can see the genocidal spirit at work in Genesis. Adam and Eve had two sons. One was holy, and the other was worthless. The worthless one murdered the holy one, not just because he was angry, but because he wanted to prevent his descendants–his nation–from existing.

In Genesis 4:10, God told Cain, “The voice of thy brother’s blood crieth unto me from the ground.” Even leftist Google AI admits that the Hebrew word translated “blood” is plural, indicating God was not just referring to Abel, but also the descendants he would have had if Cain had not murdered him. Cain committed genocide.

When God flooded the world, he committed genocide. Of course, what he did was completely correct. He’s God. Genocide itself is not evil. It depends on the motivation.

Haman tried to commit genocide. So did the powerful Jews who imprisoned and murdered Messianic Jews after the crucifixion. Paul committed genocide before he repented and accepted Yeshua as God.

What is the purpose of all this? Ultimately, it’s separation. God has prepared places for his children in heaven, and we will go there eventually. Everything will be perfect. There will be no Antifa and BLM riots. There will be no pogroms. There will be no Islam. There will be no pride marches or sexual perversion. Crime and hatred won’t exist.

It isn’t possible for God’s children to live in a realm of pure blessing while Satan’s children are among them. They have to be taken away from us permanently. It’s not enough for them to be subdued. Just being around them would ruin heaven for us.

Just being around them is rough on us right here on Earth. They torment and tempt us. Their women parade around in lewd outfits, and they fill the world with lewd entertainment. They say filthy things which do harm when we hear them. They insult God.

They also murder us all the time, although the press ignores it. They steal what God gives us. They imprison us. They keep us from getting jobs. But even if they didn’t do those things, we are harmed just by seeing and hearing them. We are like Lot, who was vexed continually by the behavior of the cruel, arrogant perverts around him.

One of the worst curses in the Bible is to have your name and memory forgotten. This is the curse Orthodox Jews speak to Yeshua every day. They call him “Yeshu,” which is an initialism for, “May his name and memory be blotted out.”

As Abel represented his nation, Yeshua represents us. To blot out the name and memory of Yeshua, our enemies will have to blot out our names and memories, too. Genocide.

I’m not saying Orthodox Jews sit around plotting to kill off gentiles. That isn’t true. But the ones who curse Yeshua are also cursing us, even if they don’t realize it. You can’t curse a man with erasure without cursing his children. Satan put them up to it, because he fully understands what the curse means.

He also wants to kill the Jews off. This is why Muslims are constantly trying to remove every Jew from the earth.

My wife and I pray every day, and one of the things we pray for is that God would show us the worthless people and spirits around us and remove them from our lives permanently. We know we need to have our exposure to them limited. It’s bad for us. It will be bad for our son. It makes life unpleasant. It puts us in danger.

This prayer comes from God. It’s correct. It’s necessary. But if you look at it objectively, you can’t help but realize we are doing something very much like what Satan’s children are doing.

“Don’t have Thanksgiving dinner with your conservative relatives.” “Cut them off.” “Don’t talk to them.” The separation movement on the leftist side comes from Satan. It’s a dark reflection of the prayers God’s children pray, asking God to remove the wicked from among them.

Symmetry.

Satan hates leftists even though they do his work for him, and like God, he wants to take his own children to be with him, but unlike God, he wants to take them to a place where they will exist in perfect, eternal torment. Our very presence hinders him, just as the presence of the godless harms us.

The people on Tiktok and Twitter who order other people to cut off conservatives are doing something like prophecy. In prophecy, the Holy Spirit speaks through people who yield to him. The people telling others to cut conservatives off are yielding to dirty, stinking spirits who speak through them.

What about censorship? It’s the same basic thing. If you’re Satan, you are completely right when you say the words of people who belong to God are harmful to your movement. Our words pull people away. They expose the plan. They show how right and how good God is. Our words threaten Satan’s kingdom, so our existence threatens it.

This is why leftists keep saying our words are violence, while claiming burning cities and rioting are expression.

Our words probably cause evil spirits a great deal of pain and fear. I sure hope so.

There is nothing wrong with separating yourself from useless people. It’s the correct thing to do. Yeshua did it. He showed up, demonstrated God’s power and goodness, accepted whoever listened, and left the rest behind. Quickly. He didn’t allow himself to be manipulated into becoming an enabler. He didn’t spend his life begging and bribing and compromising.

A Christian is required to be the head and not the tail. When you show God to people and offer to help them get to know him, you’re leading. When you start compromising to get them to pretend to convert, you are a follower.

Yeshua sat among drunks. He didn’t do shots or play drinking games with them. He showed them a way out, and then he moved on. This is how we should behave. Instead we have churches telling everyone sodomy is wonderful and excoriating people who quote God’s word to them.

“It’s worth it if just one person is saved.” This is a lie. If you don’t repent, you’re not saved. We don’t have the authority to lower God’s standards.

People are getting so crazy now, they’re like hollowed-out puppets. Demons come in, and at first they persuade and push. Eventually, there isn’t much left of the person they targeted, and he becomes a skin full of demons. When you watch the nuts screaming and shrieking about their terror of Trump and conservatives, you’re listening to demons, not people. You’re listening to projection. The demons are describing the torment they want to inflict on Christians and Jews.

We should expect things to get worse. Separation will increase. Violence against us will increase. People who talk of healing and unity are virtue-signaling for Satan. “How can you be against peace and unity?”

Satan loves to do this. He positions himself as the god of love, and if you respond in righteousness, he tells people you’re a heartless Nazi. You’re the problem.

The accusers are full of hate, not love, and they promote a false peace.

Appeasers always get false peace, and it never lasts.

Yeshua said this:

Think not that I am come to send peace on earth: I came not to send peace, but a sword.

For I am come to set a man at variance against his father, and the daughter against her mother, and the daughter in law against her mother in law.

And a man’s foes shall be they of his own household.

He that loveth father or mother more than me is not worthy of me: and he that loveth son or daughter more than me is not worthy of me.

And he that taketh not his cross, and followeth after me, is not worthy of me.

He that findeth his life shall lose it: and he that loseth his life for my sake shall find it.

He that receiveth you receiveth me, and he that receiveth me receiveth him that sent me.

If you read that and then watch the Tiktok mental cases, you will understand what Satan is doing through them.

To some extent, I agree with them. If you have to decorate your house with condoms and paint your turkey pink to mollify your enraged and deranged son, have Thanksgiving dinner without him. If your vegan daughter tells you the sight of a turkey will make her vomit, tell her to eat with friends. Don’t make a fake turkey from tofu. Don’t be a follower. You are supposed to be the light of the world, for others to follow.

Satan rules his children, and he also rules Christians who let his children manipulate them. Do you want to serve Satan? Eventually, you will give up so much territory, you won’t have any left.

Yeshua says he will replace the people we lose to Satan because of him. No one wants to lose a loved one, but it’s not your place, and it’s not within your power, to decide who will be saved.

I will consider it a major defeat if I ever deal with my sister again. I have dropped a lot of people without warning. I wish we could all live in harmony, but they chose the wrong way, and I chose the right way. I can’t abandon that which is right in order to coddle and humor people who do harm to my family and me.

Now you know why the holidays will be so chaotic this year and why silly, embarrassing celebrities are, for the first time, backing up their boasts and leaving America. I wish they would all go. I pray for the destruction of their industries every day.

Rob Reiner just checked into a mental hospital. His demons can’t stand seeing Satan lose a presidential election.

The other day God told me bad people pursue and insist on living with good people, but good people flee from bad people. Something to keep in mind. If God delivers you from a vexatious person, and you decide you know better, and you take him back, don’t expect God to save you a second time.

I Thought Your Son was a Lady

I am now trying to make bagels for the second time. I started out with the King Arthur Baking recipe, and it had obvious flaws, like using at least 6 times as much yeast as any experienced baker would put in bread. It also had a hydration of 63%, which is far from the 55-58% recommended by other references. At 63%, you’re close to pizza territory, and pizza is nothing like a bagel. Pizza is softer and has big air holes.

I am now working with a 55% dough. I added more malt, I think. I was interrupted by a phone call, but I’m pretty sure I increased the malt by a third.

The dough is pretty hard. It’s so dry, it doesn’t stick to my fingers at all.

I decided to look at some videos featuring people who, unlike the King Arthur company, make bagels for a living. I was suspicious of King Arthur’s rising, resting, and shaping instructions.

King Arthur says to knead, proof for an hour and a half, cut in pieces, form bagel-weight balls, and let them rise for another 30 minutes. It says you then stick your finger in each ball and twirl the ball until you get a 1-1/2″ hole.

If you do this, you’re handling the dough a lot, beating it up, and you’re making it hard to get a nice shape.

The first rise will make the dough lumpy and soft, and when you try to form a ball, you get a ball that wants to bounce back and be lumpy again. If you try to twirl it later, it will stretch irregularly, give you a bagel which is thicker in some places than others. It seems like a stupid idea.

I decided to forget all that work. I took the dough from the Cuisinart and made three balls. I’m letting them rise for around an hour and 50 minutes. Then I plan to put holes in them and stretch them out. I may take one ball, roll it into a stick, and fasten the ends together to make a ring.

The professionals I watched didn’t do a lot of crazy steps. It generally goes like this: knead, rest a short time, cut and form into bagels.

Youtube shows New York bakers taking long strips of dough, wrapping them around their hands so the ends overlap, and rolling them until the ends merge, forming rings. There are also machines that turn dough into rings, though.

Baking is full of superstition and witchcraft. Face west when you add the yeast. Stand on one foot when you knead the dough. Use kosher salt, which is exactly the same thing as gentile salt. The problem is that most bakers will not challenge the useless fake wisdom. If a step worked for their grandparents, it must be necessary.

I like to weed out the nonsense. For example, I don’t really knead dough. I throw it in a Cuisinart with a chopping blade, and in 30-60 seconds, it’s perfect. There are still people out there claiming you have to break your back kneading dough for 10 minutes with your hands. It makes it taste like love! No, it doesn’t. You can’t taste love.

Most bakery bread is baked by illegal aliens who just got off the boat. Do you think they’re thinking about love when they do as they’re told? No, they’re thinking about ICE and vans with no windows.

I’m not sure 55% will work. I may move up to 58% next time. I’m sure 63% will not work, because it doesn’t work for me, and it looks like no one but King Arthur recommends it.

My first bagel batch was full of lumps and tears. I believe this next batch will be smooth and regular, like real bagels.

I’m using baking soda and salt in the water bath, and I’m not going to boil the bagels for three minutes this time.

I’m using high-gluten flour. Seems like an obvious choice.

The web says King Arthur makes a high-gluten flour called Sir Lancelot. You mix it with your other ingredients, turn your mixer on, swing on a chandelier, and kick the bride in the chest.

I don’t know why King Arthur didn’t recommend Sir Lancelot in its recipes, but this could go back to my theory that the people who write their recipes are not very good. They should call their bagels “bitter yeast rings.”

I don’t know if these new bagels will be better than the previous ones, but they can’t be much worse.

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The dough rose nicely, and it is surprisingly soft for 55% hydration. It was very relaxed when I took it out of the oven, where it was rising.

I was going to try to shape the bagels the easy way, poking holes in the balls of dough and opening the holes up. But I decided to try doing what the pros do. I rolled the bagels by hand. It turned out to be much easier than I expected.

You take a doughball, mash it into a flat, long shape, like a rectangle, and then you roll the dough up, starting at one short side. Then you use your hands to roll and stretch it into a stick around 10″ long. After that, you put the ends in your palm, overlapping. You roll the dough back and forward to mash the ends together. You will get a fairly uniform ring of dough around your fingers. It will look a lot like a real bagel that was not made by a machine.

I’ll post a helpful video.

I’m letting the bagels relax a bit before I boil them.

They seem a little small. They weigh around 126 grams each, which should make fairly big bagels.

I believe the rolling is important because it will get rid of the big holes inside the dough. A bagel is supposed to be dense. I didn’t try to make them too perfect, because real bagels don’t look like perfect little O-rings.

Hoping for the best.

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The bagels are cooling.

They look pretty much like bagels, although I did not do an adequate job of joining the ends on one stick of dough.

They’re too dark, at least for me. I should not have listened to people who said to bake at 450 or 500. I started these at 450, and within about 8 minutes, they were dark enough to take out. I had to leave them in so the insides cooked. I dropped the temperature to 400, and they still cooked too fast, so I went down to 350.

Apparently, there are a lot of people who like dark bagels, because a lot of recipes specify high temperatures. Next time, I’m going to try 400.

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I tried a bagel.

It looks like a bagel, and it has a pretty good crust on it. Problems:

1. The crust is too dark. The baking instructions I found on the web can’t be right. The temperature is wrong.

2. The crust should be harder and chewier.

3. The crust doesn’t have the sweet taste bagel crusts should have. It’s more like a baguette. The recipes I looked up must not use enough malt powder for boiling.

4. The holes in the crumb are way too big, like a pizza. I believe I let the dough rise too long and this caused the problem, even though I used much less yeast than King Arthur’s bakers recommend. If I had used the amount they suggest, the bagels would look like balloons.

The plan:

1. Reduce the temperature to 400 next time.

2. Double the malt powder in the dough.

3. Add enough malt powder to the boil to make it a lot sweeter.

4. Boil the bagels for two minutes per side, not one.

5. Decrease the rise time.

This ought to get me closer.