Bullets and Barbecue

Do I need an intervention? Be honest. As long as you tell me what I already want to hear. Yesterday, I was fooling around in the workshop, and I found a thousand rounds of AK-47 ammo. It had been there for three years. I had no idea I had it.

When a thousand rounds of ammunition mean so little to you, you forget where they are, is it, maybe, time to ask yourself if you buy too much gun stuff?

NO! NO! IT ISN’T! I’M NOT THE ONE WITH THE PROBLEM! YOU’RE THE ONE WITH THE PROBLEM!

I guess I shouldn’t be afraid to take some target practice with the AK. I now have so much AK ammo, I need a handtruck to move it.

In related news, I visited the nearest long-range shooting range today. It’s down around Leesburg. Their website says they go out to 900 yards, but the lady who talked to me at the range said it was 850. Okay, whatever. It’s far enough to help me learn how to shoot.

To qualify to use the 850-yard range, I have to shoot at 400 and let them grade me. That means I have to get the Ruger Precision Rifle working. My plan is to shoot it this weekend and then go to the range when it reopens on Wednesday. Should be fun. I’m not sure why there is cow manure all over the parking lot, but you take what you can get.

The range reminds me of the pickle leftists are in if they seriously try to start an internal war. While I was there, I saw the other customers. They are not leftists, and they were happily plugging away at targets off in the distance. Ignorant urban terrorists who hold their guns sideways would do very poorly against them.

There is a hilarious Youtube channel called Tactical Rifleman, and the host is a guy named Karl Erickson. He’s a retired Green Beret. Wonderful channel. He says something really funny about pistols. He says that when you’re in a gunfight, you should bring “an adult gun.” He makes a very convincing case for semiauto rifles in home defense, which is good, because that’s my conclusion, too. Anyway, there are tens of millions of conservative men who already know how to use adult guns, and they’ll be fighting “men” who haven’t figured out how to pull their pants up.

When I got home, I went and got me a haircut at the Chamber of Excessive Testosterone, better known as the barber shop. I barely had time to get into my book on long-range marksmanship before it was my turn. When I entered, I had my Biden face diaper in place, not knowing what the current mask policy was. I saw that no one else was wearing one, so I took it off. There was a big discussion of everyone’s hatred of face diapers.

I don’t quite get the conservative hatred of masks. I hate them. Sure. But I hate them mostly because they’re uncomfortable and because people think they do things they don’t really do. I’m not that agitated about the political aspect.

Many conservatives get really mad when they have to wear them, and it seems to be because they think it’s part of a big conspiracy. There is definitely a conspiracy to exaggerate the danger of coronavirus and the effectiveness of face diapers, and it’s true that Satan is using masks to train people to serve the Antichrist, but I think my mask gives other people a small amount of protection (assuming I have the bug and don’t know it), so I am willing to wear it.

My understanding is that it does virtually nothing to protect me. If I go into a place where people aren’t wearing masks, I’m going to get their germs regardless of what I wear, but I can reduce the germs they get from me by wearing the diaper. That’s according to the last expert advice I read, which may be totally obsolete this week.

Anyway, I love the barber shop. It’s full of fishing tackle and dive paraphernalia, and the magazines are about guns and fishing. I haven’t seen a hipster beard or a fruity millennial hairstyle there yet.

I got something else done today. I have been thinking of building a steak cooker from a propane weed torch. The idea is to project an incredible amount of heat down onto the meat, giving it a somewhat blackened surface. I tried it today, holding the weed torch in my hand.

I prepared an inch-thick rib eye. It took very little time to go from raw to medium-rare. It was also nice and hot inside, in spite of not being overcooked. It had a good burnt flavor, as a steak should, and it was a little different from a fried steak’s flavor.

Still, fried steak is better. No doubt about it. I’m thinking I may continue to fry steaks while using a hand-held torch to add flavor.

I’m contemplating getting an electric smoker. I built one years ago, and it was great, but I threw it out when I left Miami. My friend Mike just got a Masterbuilt, and he sent pictures of the meat. It looked wonderful. It wasn’t black, so the smoke wasn’t full of creosote, but he said there was a deep smoke ring, so it wasn’t just roasted.

I don’t have much interest in pigging out or getting back into cooking in a serious way, but it would be nice to be able to get some decent barbecue. Yes, the barbecue around here is very good by restaurant standards, but I can beat it easily without leaving the house or putting on a face diaper. I can pretty well founder myself for 10 bucks.

I stopped typing and wandered off, but I’m back. I have a smoker on the way. I went for a nice stainless job. It’s electric. I read that electric smokers don’t give you a smoke ring, but people who judge contests claim the flavor is exactly the same, so good enough.

When it arrives, I’ll toss some ribs in it. Maybe I’ll low-carb for a blissful week. That would be nice.

One Less Thing to to Worry About

I’m having a Sierra Nevada Torpedo and reveling in my latest triumphs.

Today I had to go to the local Social Security office about some business, and I dreaded sitting in a dirty government chair, staring at Amazon Kindle for half an hour. When I arrived, the door was locked. Coronavirus! They had a number on the door. I called it, and wonder of wonders, they agreed to send me what I needed by mail. No hassle. No waiting. No demanding 52 forms of unavailable documentation. No videotaped colonoscopy like last time. Wonderful.

As blessing would have it, the office is not far from Harbor Freight. I shot over there and picked up two solid wheels for my new propane outfit cart. The air-filled tires it came with are garbage. For $9 each, I got wheels that will never go flat. I also bought a Bremen vise grip I didn’t need, just because I felt like it. People say they’re just as good as Irwin, and they’re a lot cheaper.

When I tried putting the wheels on my cart, I found they didn’t fit perfectly. The old wheels had a longer offset, so the new ones were too close to the center of the cart. If only I knew someone with a lathe, to make spacers.

Oh, wait.

I found a piece of steel on a shelf, bored it out, and cut two spacers from it. I slid them on the cart’s axle, and I was ready to go. Beautiful.

While I was at it, I washed my welding hoses with Or-Pine, a congealed pine oil cleaner made for yachts. It’s very strong, and it has a powerful odor. The welding hoses stank of gangrenous mouse sphincters because unwell mice had made a nest in the box they came in.

Before I washed the hoses, the stink came off on my hands every time I touched them. I don’t know what kind of bacteria those mice had, but they were the real deal. They must have had diseases that would turn heads even in San Francisco.

I don’t know what to do with the old pneumatic wheels. They’re worthless. I hate to throw out new wheels, but I see no point in keeping them. Maybe I’ll remove the tubes and save them for pool toys.

I straightened the workshop out a little before I called it a day. Things are going great. I’ve been working a lot. The yard looks better. My roof problem is scheduled to be fixed; the roof guys came today and put a temporary patch on the problem area. The weather is suddenly tolerable. On top of all this, I keep feeling God is telling me the rapture is coming this year.

I’m thinking of a new project. I bought a propane weed torch, and it shoots a mighty flame. I am tempted to make a bent tube for it so I can attach it to a propane fryer base, aimed downward. The idea is to put steaks and burgers under it and roast them from above. If it worked, it would be magnificent. The big steakhouses cook their steaks this way. They use powerful electric burners called salamanders, and they project heat downward onto the meat.

All I need is a way to bend a tube. I know I can figure it out. Maybe I can find some stainless braided hose.

Time to finish my beer and relax. I hope tomorrow will be at least half as good as today.

Next: I Cut Down the Mightiest Tree in the Yard With a Herring

It’s time for me to pat myself on the back again. I made my own hummus today, and then I installed some new shrubbery beside my house.

I’ve made my own hummus many times. Recently, I started making it again, because I eat it for breakfast nearly every day, and the store kind costs over 4 bucks. The price of the ingredients is around a dollar, so it irks me to get ripped off like that.

I found some recipes online. I wanted to see if I could do better than I had in the past. I learned something. The reason your hummus is coarse is that you’re not peeling your garbanzo beans.

Arabs remove the skins from their garbanzo beans, and it makes hummus very smooth. I guess it also removes most of the fiber, but I don’t care about that.

Removing the skin is a royal pain. You have to heat the beans with baking soda and then rinse them with cold water. This is supposed to make the skins “float off,” but it doesn’t. It only loosens them. Then you have to get in there with your hands and rub them off. It took me maybe 20 minutes. Maybe there’s a better way.

When I was done, I had very smooth hummus, so I would have to say that removing the skins is important.

As for my hedge, I killed the old one because it looked bad, and I had to put something in its place. You would not believe how many choices there were. Over a hundred. I decided to let the lady at the nursery tell me what to get. She gave me 4 choices, and I picked the one I disliked least. I came home yesterday with 6 Indian hawthorn plants, or, as we snowflakes call them, First Nations Oppressed Little Brown People hawthorn plants.

Today I learned that the name of this plant has no “E” at the end. Exciting.

You know what? There are no native Americans. Little fact there for you. Neither science nor the Bible says human beings are native to the Americas. And white people were never illegal aliens. The Indians didn’t have real borders or immigration laws, and many of them were fine with Europeans living here. I’m not saying white people turned out to be great neighbors, but then many legal immigrants end up causing problems, so nothing new there.

Yesterday, I used my Root Slayer shovel to rip out the old hedge, and today I went over the dirt. I hit it with my electric edger to sever any roots the shovel left behind, I torched it for a while, and I added a pre-emergent herbicide to keep weeds from coming back. I put down 4 cubic feet of expensive dirt, shoved the plants in, and covered the works with melaleuca mulch. I hope it works out.

I plan to poison the ground pretty heavily with imidacloprid, so that should also help.

I came in and had a burger, and I saw some news. Louisville malcontents are rioting over the Breonna Taylor shooting. Is this a surprise? No. I guarantee you, BLM terrorists have been going to places like Best Buy and the Timberland store, picking out things to steal during the inevitable riots. I am sure they do that. If you’re a thief, and you know your in competition with at least hundreds of other thieves, you’re going to do your best to get to the good stuff first.

Terrorists are out and about because the grand jury’s announcement came out. No homicide charges. Unfortunately, news sources are saying things like, “No charges in Breonna Taylor death.” To low-information, riot-prone people, this looks like, “Cops did everything right in Taylor case, and no one will be held accountable.” That’s not what happened. One cop apparently sprayed the place with bullets without thinking, he got fired, and he has been charged with a crime. He didn’t hit Taylor, and the cop who did shoot her obeyed the law, so that’s why there is no homicide charge.

Interesting fact: the cops identified themselves more than once. Everyone is having conniptions, claiming the people in the apartment didn’t know who the police were. Not true. They knew perfectly well, and one of them shot at the cops anyway. This is what caused Taylor’s death.

Yes, they had a no-knock warrant, but they announced themselves anyway. But news outlets are not making much effort to point this out, and some are still saying the cops didn’t identify themselves.

It doesn’t matter, because thieves and terrorists were going to riot and loot no matter what, but the rest of us might as well understand the facts.

No-knock warrants seem pretty risky to me. If cops broke my door down at 3 a.m. and didn’t identify themselves, I would do my best to kill as many of them as possible, and I’m a law-abiding citizen. You don’t lie in bed next to an unused rifle and hope the people breaking down your door turn out to be the police. It doesn’t work that way.

So now that opportunists are out in the streets looking for free stuff and a chance to do racist violence, what are they protesting? That’s not clear. Are they protesting no-knock warrants? The no-knock warrant had no effect on Breonna Taylor, and reforms are underway, so I would say there is no legitimate reason to protest. Are they protesting the racism of the police? That seems foolish. The police always shoot back when people fire guns at them, regardless of race. Are they protesting the grand jury’s racism? That would be a bit odd. Grand jurors are random citizens who have zero affiliation with the police, prosecutors, or the judiciary. They don’t belong to a secret organization that meets to burn crosses. For all we know, they were all black.

I’ll just pull back the curtain and tell you how juries are selected. Lawyers pretend it’s all above board, but the truth is that you try to get the most prejudiced people you can find. You want people who already think your client is right, without hearing the evidence. The procedure by which they find this out is called “voir dire,” which comes from an old phrase meaning “speak the truth.” It’s not the same as “voir” and “dire” in modern French. Attorneys ask a bunch of questions, jurors answer them, and then the attorneys try to eliminate anyone who might not see things their way.

Grand juries are different. Voir dire is basically about your ability to serve. They don’t ask you dog whistle questions to try to find out what your biases are.

The people who didn’t hand down a homicide charge in the Breonna Taylor case were not chosen for their unwillingness to indict. They were chosen at random.

I suppose the prosecutors may have steered things this way or that, but in the current atmosphere, and given the way unethical hack prosecutors railroaded George Zimmerman and Kyle Rittenhouse, I would not bet on anti-black prosecutor bias in this case.

Of course, it doesn’t matter. Free TV’s, and a chance to curse the police out and throw things at them without having your head slammed on the trunk of a cruiser…that’s what matters.

I’ll bet looters get into violent confrontations over who got the best stuff. You know they do.

Today I was praying about the rapture, and I asked God again if it was coming this year. I felt an overpowering surge, telling me the answer was yes. Can it really be true? It would be so beautiful to leave this place behind. It’s getting extremely filthy and violent. I would love to live somewhere where I belonged. I would love to stop seeing people who hate the truth, marching in our streets and tormenting the innocent with the consent of the leftist half of the population. I would love to know I would never have to see that type of person again. And what will the 7-year marriage of Christ be like? Best vacation ever.

Please, let it happen. I am ready TODAY. NOW. I intercede for people all the time, and I try to tell people helpful things, but there doesn’t seem to be much more I can do for God while the world is sliding into insanity. I don’t think there is a lot I can still accomplish.

Home Improvement Follows Spiritual Improvement

I am back to blog. Not because I have something to say, but because I am tired and want to relax.

I got lot more done today.

My house had dubious landscaping when I arrived, and part of the problem was aging hedges around the house itself. Apparently, hedges don’t last forever. Mine were about 20 years old, and some of them were not looking good. Also, I suspect there were problems with bugs. I kind of think you have to poison everything in order to keep plants alive here, and I didn’t do that. I came here from Miami, and whatever that area’s faults are, you don’t have to bomb your plants with poison down there in order to get them through a season. This is also true farther north. It seems like I’m in a strange belt of territory which is abnormally hostile to landscaping.

I had some kind of crummy, spindly, partly rotten hedge on the south side of the house, and a few months back, I got tired of it and hit it with 2,4-D, which is a weed killer. I figured dead plants would be easier to remove than half-dead plants. Today I went in with my Root Slayer shovel, and in about half an hour, I had ripped out 18 feet of dead and dying hedge.

That was nice.

I drove to a nursery and told them I needed 18 feet of shrubs, and the lady who worked there gave me a tour and provided suggestions. I sprung for some Indian Hawthorne. I don’t know much about it, but she said it would probably not die immediately, so it sounded good to me.

I also had some annoying plants in the flower box by the pool For some inexplicable reason, the patio has a concrete flowerbed built into it, right beside the pool. So leaves, insects, and dirt, beside a temperamental tub of water that doesn’t deal with contaminants well. The previous inhabitants put at least two different kinds of trees–not shrubs or flowers–in the flowerbed, along with ferns and some kind of ornamental thing. The trees got way too big. I murdered one a few months back and hauled most of it off. I also killed what I think was a banana tree and dumped it in the woods. Today I cut most of the remaining tree–a big fishtail palm–out, and I carted off the debris and hosed the raw stumps with 2,4-D and glyphosate. I’ll leave them there in hopes they suck up the chemicals and die fast. Then I’ll go after the roots.

I’m going to make the pool area my own. I’ll go ask the nursery lady what to put in the flowerbed. I’ll obliterate every trace of living plant matter, and then I’ll plant one kind of ornamental, and I’ll make sure I pick something that doesn’t grow over 18 inches tall.

My well has a big pressure tank over it, and someone made a terrible effort to hide it with a cluster of unkempt flowering shrubs. I was thinking about it the other day, and I realized there was no reason to hide it. A clean, orderly well looks better than a bunch of annoying weeds. Maybe I could paint Trump’s face on it.

This afternoon, I took the plant-massacre solution and doused all the plants around the well. When they die, I’ll rip them out and dump them. Then I’ll think about ground cover. Maybe grass will grow there. The weeds were an aggravating obstacle when I mowed. If I put grass where they used to be, I’ll have a straight shot all the way to the workshop.

I think I should plant another peach tree. They do well here. I poisoned my tree today to keep webworms off of it, and it needs a friend. I still have to do something about squirrels. They hammered the tree last year.

Squirrel season doesn’t start for 18 days, but I emailed the wildlife nanny agency, and they said I was free to kill them out of season when they caused problems. I haven’t taken advantage of this loophole for a long time. I’ve been planning to wait for the season this year, simply because I am not totally certain I trust the wildlife nannies to keep their word if I get caught. Once I get started, I plan to kill every squirrel I see. I may give up on rifles, which are the most enjoyable squirrel-control weapons, and use the Sweet Sixteen. I can’t shoot squirrels out of trees with a rifle without risking sending bullets onto my neighbors’ land, so I have to wait for squirrels to show up on the ground. A shotgun is less challenging and therefore boring, but it gets the job done more efficiently, and the pellets don’t fly all that far. If pellets make it off my land, they’re so small, they won’t be able to hurt anyone or damage anything.

Squirrels must die. Coons must die. Coyotes must die. Nothing else here gives me problems.

I showed mercy to a coon the other day because it had a youngun with it. That was a good deed which is certain not to go unpunished. I didn’t like the idea of shooting a coon’s mother in front of it. They’re horrible pests, though, so I can’t give it a lifetime pass. They’re so bad, there is no coon season in Florida. You can kill them every day and even at night.

I talked to the nursery lady about squirrels, and she suggested putting a plastic snake in the peach tree. I mentioned my preferred method of dealing with them. Hope she wasn’t triggered. I am not against buying a plastic snake, but I will definitely shoot squirrels anyway. I have grave doubts about the snake theory.

I would have had a couple of dozen peaches this year had it not been for squirrels. I got three.

I need to fix the island in my driveway. When I moved here, it had ferns, some scrubby ornamental plants, a bizarre doughnut of aging hedge, a huge rotting oak, a spindly magnolia, and some other kind of tree which promptly died. I got rid of the oak and the dead tree. I think I should scorch the earth and start over with bare ground. Maybe I can find some ideas on the web. I could stick an ornamental tree in there maybe. Perhaps I could make a raised bed rimmed with pavers. That would give me a well-defined perimeter for weed-eating and mowing. As it is now, I’m never sure whether I’m mowing grass or ornamental plants. They blend into each other.

The irrigation system is screwed up. They set it up so it only irrigates places that don’t need water. It wets the ground up against the house, in the driveway island, by the gate, and in the patio flowerbed. I haven’t turned it on in maybe a year, and it hasn’t mattered. Maybe I could find a place that actually needs water and put irrigation only in that area.

I have a big green electrical transformer box in my side yard. It has a rickety rail fence on three sides of it, and the fence used to have a horrible Florida fire vine on it. I killed the vine, mulched the whole area, and put in blackberry briars and grapevines. The blackberries are not doing great, and the grapes grow very slowly. One vine died mysteriously, on a property where grapevines grow so fast they cover the floor of the woods. It has occurred to me that I could tear out the fence, take up most of the mulch, poison the ground by the vines and briars to give them a boost, and let grass move in.

My guess is that the lady who lived here thought the transformer box was an eyesore. I am a man, so I think it looks swell. It would be better to put a little solid wooden fence around it than a rail fence that looks like it was moved here from Haiti.

I’m planning to take the rails out this week with the tractor. Then I can haul the mulch off.

I don’t know if my house will look better after I get done with it, but it will certainly look like someone tried, and that’s worth something.

Guess I’ve relaxed enough. Time to hang out with the birds.

Dry Bones of Neglected Projects Receive Long-Awaited Rain

My propane cart is all done. I finished welding, and I taped around the bare parts and hosed it with truck bed coating. Looks pretty good.

I decided to try my gas outfit. It had been sitting in a box since last September. The hose was still coiled neatly in the box. When I started taking parts out, I saw a big ball of woolly stuff in the coil. I thought Victor/ESAB had put some kind of filler in there for shipping purposes. No, it was a mouse nest. Thankfully, no one was home. Unfortunately, it smelled like infected mouse butt, and that smell is still clinging to the hose.

I was under the impression that I had bought a propane outfit, but it turned out to be set up for acetylene. It had an acetylene regulator instead of a propane regulator. That was a speed bump. I thought I would have to order a new regulator. Then I Googled around and learned that an acetylene regulator will work fine. The hoses are rated for propane, so that was not a problem.

I didn’t have a propane heating tip. I Googled again, and I found you can use an acetylene tip if you clamp a little shield around the end. I fired the acetylene tip up, and it worked fine. I just need to put a shield together. A propane tip costs $158, so I might as well try the jury rig method first.

I heated a piece of 1/8″ by 1″ bar, and it turned red in a hurry. This outfit is going to be very useful. I ordered a couple of propane cutting tips. I already have a pair, but since I put them aside a year ago, I have lost track of them. Some day they’ll turn up.

I need to create some kind of hanger I can weld on the cart to hold the torch and hoses.

I got a lot of other things done yesterday. I put a new seat on the garden tractor. This is the one part John Deere doesn’t overcharge for. The Chinese knockoff costs $90, and the real thing is $109, so I went with OEM. My old one had cracks in it, and they let rain fill the padding. I cover the tractor, but you only have to have the cover blow off once to get a seat full of rain, and it never evaporates completely. Now I should be able to mow with a dry rear end.

For some reason, the people who built this house left two humps in the yard, roughly the size of pitchers’ mounds. I have often wondered what they were for. It occurred to me that dogs and cats might be buried under them. People do that. As bad as I feel for people whose pets are dead, I am not going to screw up my yard for a dead cat. This week, I used the tractor’s front end loader to start scraping the dirt away. A few days back, I annihilated a hump in the front yard.

Yesterday, I worked on the hump next to the workshop. I unearthed one corner of a 6′ by 8′ blue Home Depot tarp! What on earth was that there for? Maybe somebody didn’t want Fluffy or Snowball to get rained on in heaven. Whatever. I could not budge it with a shovel because roots had gone through it, so I ripped it off with the tractor, smoothed the ground out, and took the tarp to the dump. I didn’t dig up any collars, so if there is a dead dog down there, he’s still resting peacefully.

Here’s a tip: if you bury your pet in your yard, don’t expect the buyers to leave it there when they want to put in a pool or plant a tree, and that goes double when you don’t disclose it during the sale. If you really have to bury dead stuff in your yard, pick an area that’s out of the way, and bury everything at least three feet deep. Don’t let the kids scoop out a little hole with their hands and then pile a little dirt on top of the departed.

The prior residents did a lot of bad landscaping, and I have been reluctant to dismantle it because I trusted their judgment more than my own. That’s all over with. I’m going to rip out a lot of annoying shrubs, along with some bad decorations. Nice grass is better than sloppy shrubbery and floppy rail fences.

The stumps from my ill-fated citrus trees are gone, and I’ve been running the mower over the locations to smooth the dirt down. I don’t plan to put anything in to replace them, although I might relent and plant a single peach tree. Something useful that won’t die from a Chinese disease.

Peach trees do great here, as long as you poison them to kill bugs. That reminds me; I have to start killing squirrels to protect the peaches. I don’t think I’ll eat the squirrels. I plan to throw them in the woods. Crows and foxes enjoy them.

I have a roof issue. I’ve been working with contractors for two weeks. One crew wandered off after giving me an estimate, so I got another one. Glad that happened. The first guy gave a high estimate and didn’t tell me anything helpful. The second guy gave me a painfully long, boring lecture about roofs and what does and does not work. It was dull, but I kept quiet and let him talk. I learned a lot of great things, and I realized he was going to do a better job for less money. I’m hoping to have everything fixed in around 10 days.

I got nervous and invaded the attic to inspect the roof from underneath. This was a horrible experience. It was over a hundred degrees, and I had nothing to stand on except widely spaced trusses covered with fiberglass insulation. I had to twist and contort my body to move a few inches at a time. The good news: no serious problems. That roof should be good for 5 more years, once I get my patch done.

I understand the roof a lot better now.

I’m having my satellite dishes yanked. They cause leaks, and there is no way I would ever have Dish or DirecTV in this house.

I still have one major boulder issue in my yard. I went out the other day and started blasting it with a jackhammer, and of course, it started to rain about 10 seconds in. The weather is getting cooler fast, and the rain is drying up, so I hope to have that boulder leveled soon. Then I’ll have more grass and one less mower obstacle. There are some small boulder tips nearby, sticking out of the ground. The tractor can’t move them, but the jackhammer will take them down below mower level.

I bought a propane weed torch. Wonderful tool. I’m thinking of using it to char steaks. It will also be great for starting burn pile fires. The tank is heavy, however, so I may go to Home Depot, buy another handtruck, and modify it to hold the tank. A cart made for the tank runs over $60, and that’s ridiculous, because it’s a cheap, embarrassing cart. I can get a real cart and modify it for less.

I feel like God has given me relief from demons that discouraged me. I speak defeat, binding, and muzzling to them every day. I know people don’t believe in demons, and they think people who do are nuts. Jesus believed in demons, and he talked to them. This has always been a nominally Christian country, yet we still assume people who say they have experience with demons are mentally ill. I don’t care. I’m old, and the older I get, the less I care what unintelligent, low-information, insecure people think about me. I’ve had demons cast out of me, and they’re as real as you are.

You can physically feel it when a demon leaves, and afterward, you notice your mind is quiet. The thing that was inspiring counterproductive words to form in your mind is gone. I’m careful not to call it a voice. I don’t hear voices. I can just see what would happen if I said I heard voices. “Your honor, clearly this man can’t be allowed to possess firearms or live on his own, so let’s take his guns and his house and turn his property into a BLM safe space for LGBTQ-trans-mutant-googolsexuals.”

You are surrounded by demons. You are inhabited by demons. They corrupt your thoughts and emotions, they hurt your body, and they destroy your success. It’s the truth. They’re not just for crazy people.

Why am I getting so much help from God? Why am I doing so much work on my responsibilities? I wonder if I’m getting this property ready for the people who will move in after the rapture.

Here’s something interesting: I expect to be here on earth after the tribulation.

I used to wonder if we would return after the tribulation. This week, something occurred to me. We are not going to die; we will be assumed in to heaven as we are, in the flesh. There will be no reason for us to die or age in heaven. If you’re raptured alive, you should be alive 7 years later when the tribulation is over. Jesus will return, in the flesh, at that time. The word says people will return with him and rule with him. It makes sense to believe the raptured will come back.

If these things are true, then a lot of redemption is coming our way. People who were crippled when they left, or who were old and single, or who lost all their children, or who always lived in poverty will be able to lead happy, successful lives on earth. They will be physically perfected.

Will they have marriages and children? Things don’t look so good. Jesus said, “at the resurrection, people will never marry nor be given in marriage.” Does that mean we won’t reproduce, or does it mean we’ll reproduce, but we won’t be bound permanently in pairs? Will there be a universal state of open marriage during the Messianic Age?

Jesus said people who gave up children for the kingdom of heaven would have children multiplied to them on earth and in the world to come, and it seems harsh for people who were trapped in solitude during their lives to have that condition continue after the tribulation, but I’m sure whatever happens will be great.

Was he speaking of the post-rapture return when he said “resurrection,” or did he mean the final gathering at the end of the Messianic Age?

Don’t know.

In any case, it looks like I will be back after 7 years, assuming I manage to be raptured. It would be nice to get a chance to do a few things over, correctly and without opposition or curses.

How do you get raptured? Jesus said he wanted to find his servants giving food to his household. Food appears to mean instruction in the ways of God. The Bible calls basic instruction “milk” and advanced knowledge “meat.” I think that if you want to be raptured, you should be involved in relaying knowledge when Jesus calls.

I keep this in mind these days.

I truly think we will be taken before the tribulation. Leaving us here with the willfully obtuse boneheads and God-haters doesn’t make any sense. God got the Jews out of Egypt, and the plagues didn’t touch them. God took Lot out of Sodom before he burned it. God lifted Noah above the flood. There has to be some reward for obedience.

On the web, I see leftists, literally shrieking about 2020. There is a famous lady on TikTok, screeching profanities like a severely autistic kid having a fit. There are many like her. Most are female. They are losing their minds. Ginsburg’s death pushed them over the edge. My response: 2020 has been great for me. Your reality depends on your relationship with God.

In April, my friend Travis died unexpectedly. I had hoped he would be my compensation for not having a son. I had a very bad month after he died. Other than that, this year has been wonderful. It has been peaceful. Annoying people haven’t been bothering me. I no longer had to care for my demented father. I had two properties that drove me crazy. They were sold last year. I’ve been getting things done. I’ve been doing things I wanted to do in the past but couldn’t seem to get on top of.

I have lacked nothing of importance. My health has been good. I stopped worrying, with God’s help.

My 2020 and the 2020 of people who hate God and authority are two different years. It’s as though they live on the other side of a gulf, like the gulf in the story of Lazarus the beggar.

It surprises me to see how miserable the Antichrist’s people are. I’m not in touch with them day by day, so it’s a shock when their rage and horror pop up on my monitor and in my speakers.

People really need to get to know God. If they’re this miserable now, in the world’s richest country, living in security, surrounded by opportunity, simply because democracy isn’t working out in their favor and the world refuses to mold itself to their pathetic, infantile fantasies, how crazy will they be when Trump wins the election and when his justice is seated?

It’s going to be an astonishing spectacle. They’re at the breaking point already. Full-blown psychosis is just a heartbeat away. They just need Trump to light the right match, and he will do it with the eagerness of a D-Day soldier tossing an explosive satchel into a pillbox full of Nazis.

The rapture will be a division. The Antichrist’s black-clad people will be stuck here, raging at each other and screaming in anguish, much as they are now, and we’ll be at a marriage feast in heaven, free at last from their incessant squawking and abuse. The division seems to be accomplished already, within us. Now it just has to be completed physically. When we’re gone, the Antichrist’s mob will get everything it has clamored for, and it will burn them like flamethrowers around the clock. They think we make life painful. In reality, our presence is the only reason it’s as pleasant as it is.

I can’t think of a time I have enjoyed as much as the last few months. I know that’s God’s work. I’m sure other people can get it, too, if they will just listen.

Thank you, God, for 2020. I hope you will see fit to continue things as they are.

Pre-Tribulation Diversions

Did some more work on my propane torch cart today.

As mentioned yesterday, I have been building a cart to hold an oxygen bottle and a propane tank, so I can finally start using my cutting outfit. I had no success when I looked for manufactured carts, so I bought a cheap Home Depot handtruck and started fabricating.

Yesterday I put a larger base plate on the cart so the propane tank wouldn’t hang off the front, and I added two brackets with chains to hold the oxygen cylinder in place. Today I made a bracket for the propane tank and welded it in place, and I also put some little tabs on the base to prevent the tanks from scooting around. These tabs were completely unnecessary, but they can’t hurt.

I would have done this work yesterday, but I was under the mistaken impression that I didn’t have enough flat bar. Today I saw some lying on the workshop floor, so that changed everything.

To make the bracket, I cut up 1/8″ by 1″ bar, bent one piece into an L, and welded another piece to it. A photo will show you what I mean. I ground some paint off the handtruck and welded the new bracket in place.

To make the tabs, I did what I usually do. I looked for something I had lying around. I found some heavy-duty angle iron cut short pieces out of it, softened the edges using the belt grinder, and welded them to the cart’s base plate.

Now all I need are paint and a rubber strap to hold the propane tank in place. I went to Tractor Supply and bought truck bed coating, but they didn’t have a suitable strap. I bought two new propane tanks and had them filled. Now I have dedicated tanks for the weed torch and cutting outfit. Tractor Supply was selling tanks for $10 off, so that was nice.

Tomorrow, I should be able to paint the cart and set the torch up. Maybe I’ll heat the bent ears on my middle buster and bend them so they’re straight again. Then I could weld in gussets to strengthen them, and I could also try out the long 7/8″ bar I bought to replace the pins that attach to the three-point hitch.

I tried to do another project. I put a big square of 1/4″ plate in my finger brake and tried to turn it into a pan. Didn’t work. I was trying to make a bend a little over 15″ long. The brake is rated for 15″ at a quarter-inch, so it should have worked better than it did. Not sure what’s happening. I hope the people who made the brake were not dishonest.

I figure I can still bend the pan if I do it in short steps, moving the pan sideways under the brake as I go. We’ll see.

The brake is still a great product. How often will I want to bend something that thick over 15″? Not very. Most bends are much shorter, and the brake can handle 3/8″ steel as long as you don’t go too wide.

When I look at the news, I feel like I’m rearranging deck chairs on the Titanic. I’m isolated here, amusing myself with pleasant hobbies while insanity spreads over the face of the planet like mold. Oh, well. I may not be doing the world much good, but least I’m not in Portland or Chicago.

A couple of days back I spoke to someone who is also watching the mess from outside. I spoke to well-known conservative blogger Baldilocks for the first time. I guess we have been acquainted since around 2003, and we have communicated via email and blog comments, but we never spoke until this week.

She seems to have the same basic opinion that I do. Leftists are eat up with demons. It’s good to know someone who isn’t uncomfortable discussing the supernatural.

Hope I get the torch working tomorrow. It will be a huge addition to my shop, and I foresee an uptick in metal fabrication after I learn to use it.

Ginsburg Cements Conservative Future of Court

A couple of things are on the menu today.

First, I made biscuits with White Lily flour, and they were no good. Second, Ruth Bader Ginsburg died, taking us one step closer to civil war.

People sing the praises of White Lily flour. It’s THE biscuit flour, as far as many Southerners are concerned. I have tried it in the past, and I was not thrilled. The biscuits were rigid and had no flavor. Today I tried it with my proven recipe, and things didn’t go any better. The biscuits were almost crunchy, and they tasted more like crackers than biscuits.

I would stay away from it if I were you. I get beautiful results with King Arthur bread flour, so that’s all I’m going to use from now on. If not King Arthur, then another brand of bread flour. There is no point in tampering with perfection.

I’m wondering if White Lily will make a good thin pizza crust. It should be good for baguettes, and baguettes are a lot like pizza crust. I’ll try it and see.

Now…Ginsburg.

I’m not going to pretend I’m grieving. I did not know this woman. In order for me to get weepy over the death of a celebrity, there has to be some kind of connection. I don’t think you have to pretend to grieve in order to show proper respect.

I prayed for her and her family while she was alive. I prayed for her family last night. She is beyond help now.

I won’t say she was a great legal mind. I don’t know that to be true. There have been some Supreme Court justices who did such good work, they are remembered for making positive changes to the law. Benjamin Cardozo probably takes the top honor. I don’t know of any evidence that Ginsburg did work that was brilliant or illuminating. She generally toed the leftist line. I haven’t seen any evidence that she thought for herself.

She did very well in law school. Well, law isn’t that hard, and grades have a lot to do with a special set of skills that impress instructors. Grades aren’t that closely related to brains, unless you’re in a tough field like math or physics. I’m a lot smarter than people who graduated summa cum laude in my class. Spend your life in the library, hang out with your professors, kiss up, and always parrot their beliefs back to them. You’ll do well, even if you’re not a genius.

Michael Avenatti was first in his class, and he went to a very good school. That should tell you a lot.

People are honoring her for serving the public all her life. She did that, but so do street sweepers and game wardens. She was paid well, she got great benefits, she had incredible job security, she didn’t have to pay for malpractice insurance or deal with real responsibility while working as an academic or judge, and she was allowed to thrust her extremist beliefs on hundreds of millions of people.

She was a very able litigator and judge. She wasn’t Sir Isaac Newton.

People are saying her nomination was historic because she was female. It wasn’t. It’s amazing how barrier-busting Republican nominees and appointees are forgotten. No one remembers Reagan nominee Sandra Day O’Connor, the somewhat inept judge who joined the panel in 1981, and O’Connor is still alive.

Ginsburg even gets praise for having cancer. People say she’s incredibly tough, and they praise her for fighting. The thing is, everyone who gets cancer does what she does. They go to the doctor and get treatment. Very few people choose to let cancer take its course.

Leftists are losing their minds because she died under a Republican president, but very few are blaming the person who actually caused the problem. That person is Ginsburg herself. She knew she was dying. She knew Trump was likely to be reelected. She rolled the dice.

If you try to understand why she did this to her fellow leftists, two possible explanations come to mind. Either she genuinely saw the court as an apolitical institution, and she thought she should not consider politics when making decisions about retirement, or she was just selfish and unwilling to let go. It’s hard to think of a third explanation, and the first one doesn’t pass the laugh test. Ginsburg was a leftist firebrand who said she didn’t want to die under Trump, so it appears selfishness is the reason she held on.

It’s impossible to reconcile this with the selfless-public-servant narrative.

She was like a man who spends his life amassing wealth and then dies intestate, leaving his children to devour each other in court. She made it extremely likely that her own legacy would be dismantled, and in so doing, she may have largely nullified her own existence.

I can’t help being relieved that she’s gone, because all I can think of are babies being torn apart in clinics and hospitals. She was in favor of that. Yesterday, she had her first conversation with the God of her forefathers, and surely this subject came up. I am glad I didn’t have to watch. She supported the right of a frivolous, irresponsible woman to pay a man to take scissors and sever the spine of her live, healthy child while its struggling body protrudes from her vagina. That is ghastly. It’s as bad as anything the Nazis and the Japanese did to their victims. I can’t pretend I don’t think it’s good that a person who was working to protect systematic atrocities is out of the way.

They say she was a very nice person in her interpersonal relations. It’s strange that a nice person would have no feeling for the weakest and most innocent.

Now that she’s gone, we have yet another factor which augments the perfect storm that drives us toward civil war. The left is unhinged over the bad treatment a few people–nearly all criminals resisting arrest–have received from the police. Riots are now considered acceptable mainstream methods of influencing voters. Democrats are pushing mail-in voting, which is certain to generate a great deal of voter fraud and prolong the election process. Now we face the prospect of seeing Trump install a hardline conservative on the court toward the end of an election season. On social media, leftists are already saying they will “burn it all down” if he does that, and at least one is calling for the burning of Mitch McConnell’s house.

Imagine what could happen. Trump could win on election night, and then the ridiculous, unnecessary mail-in votes could be counted, putting demented Biden on top. Then Republicans would contest the votes, and we would be plunged into turmoil that would make the Bush/Gore mess seem quick and painless. The matter would likely end up before the Supreme Court. Right now, the court is 5/3 conservative, so things look bad for the left regardless of whether Trump gets a new judge, but 6/3 would enrage the left even more.

If you think the tantrum-throwing brats are mad now, imagine how they’ll act when they think Biden won and a packed Supreme Court didn’t give him a fair hearing.

I don’t really understand the rationales for delaying or not delaying justice confirmations during election years. It all seems like puffery and rationalization to me. McConnell says a delay is crucial when the president and the senate are on opposite sides of the aisle. I don’t see why this is true. He also says there should be no delay when they’re on the same side. I don’t get that, either. In any case, it appears that there is no firm law controlling the matter, and I don’t expect the GOP to put things on hold out of pure principle. I think Trump will put Amy Cony Barrett on the court, and the Senate will confirm her, perhaps with one or two Republicans abstaining.

To the left, having Ginsburg replaced by Barrett will be like the Soviets having Stalin deposed and replaced with George Patton. To snowflakes who can’t tolerate the pain of seeing a red hat in a mall, the pain will be unbearable.

Dana Coverstone, the preacher whose end-time dream went viral, may truly have foreseen our future. He said he saw UN soldiers with blue helmets in the US. That kind of thing happens when nations go berserk over questioned elections.

Leftists have to stop questioning everything’s legitimacy. Trump really is the president; the popular vote means nothing at all. Clinton and Trump both ran campaigns calculated to win the electoral vote, not the popular vote, so they have to live and die by the results. If Trump installs a new justice, she will be legitimate, too. Kavanaugh is legitimate. People have to stop dragging out the asinine, fabricated rape stories. If you can ignore a very credible rape story about Joe Biden, you should be able to ignore implausible stories about Justice Kavanaugh.

Of course, leftists will not stop. They don’t care about reason and truth. These are the people who rioted in Pennsylvania when a cop shot a man who was chasing him with a huge knife.

I wonder what else will go wrong before January. Are there other surprises that will pop up and work to funnel us into a state of endless internal violence? It’s fascinating to watch the process. It’s as though a scriptwriter planned it all. The synergy can’t be coincidental.

I don’t know what I’ll do if the rapture doesn’t come this year.

I published my ideas about the rapture recently, and someone who thinks he’s a prophet showed up to instruct me. He said weird things like, “ASK the prophet,” and, “I am not a prophet by my choosing, Numbers 12:6. ASK are the initials to my name.” I don’t even know what this stuff means. He said Satan was deceiving me in order to destroy me. He apparently thinks being wrong about the rapture’s date leads to destruction. He says that if you expect to be taken before the tribulation, you won’t “prepare” for it.

The obvious question is this: how do you prepare for the tribulation? It can’t be done.

The tribulation will be very, very bad. Right now, we walk around in masks, and a miniscule percentage of the population is sick. We have minimal shortages. We have a few areas where terrorist riots are a problem. During the tribulation, we will have worldwide plagues that will resemble the Black Death in their magnitude. We will have plagues of disease, lack, murder, and natural disasters. A huge percentage of human beings will die, along with trees and sea life. Americans will run around murdering each other for food. People will long for death.

You can’t prepare for that! Do you seriously think a pallet of canned tuna and 10,000 AR-15 rounds will help you? The whole point of the tribulation is to show you you can’t prepare or protect yourself. People are interconnected. To have an acceptable quality of life, you need fuel, electricity, and all sorts of goods and services. When everything collapses, you won’t have those things any more. Whatever you’ve stored up in your shed or under your bed will not get the job done.

I don’t want to be here during the tribulation, eating dried beans and shooting my neighbors. That is not “life.” It’s just existence. Death would be much, much better.

You can say God will provide special cocoons of safety for believers. Where does the Revelation mention that? And if God plans to set us aside and keep us safe and prosperous, wouldn’t heaven be the best place to put us?

A pre-tribulation rapture makes the most sense to me. I could be wrong. What does NOT make sense to me, even if the post-tribulation theory is right, is preparing by carnal means. I would expect God’s children to have to stay very close to him and to be so strong in faith they would get supernatural provision, as Elijah and the Hebrews under Moses did, day by day.

Trump should go ahead and nominate Barrett. He is going to be hated regardless of what he does, and he will be lied about and condemned. He might as well do the best thing for Christians, Israel, and the unborn.

Once you reach the point where you can’t do anything to appease your persecutors, it’s okay to do as you please and let them scream. At least one party will be pleased.

I want out of here before the real insanity starts. This place is just too crazy.

Testosterone Fumes Approach Lethal Concentration

I’m getting more stuff done today.

First, I went to the farm’s east gate, weed-ate the junk growing on the driveway, and blasted it with a combination of glyphosate and 2,4-D. I also went down the fence facing the highway. So much for those weeds.

When I got back, I started working on my propane cutting cart.

I bought a propane outfit a long time ago. It has been a year. Then I decided to cheap out on cylinders. I figured I could save a lot of money buying used. I didn’t understand how bad the used-bottle market was in this area. Most of the bottles were small, and a lot of the rest were stolen.

When you go to a welding supply store to exchange a tank you own, you don’t want a tank with another company’s name stamped on it, because they may refuse to swap it, and they might confiscate it. You need a tank with what is known as a slick neck. The neck is where bottles are stamped.

A lot of people run off with rented bottles, and then they try to sell them on Craigslist. You get what seems like a great price, and then you find out you can’t get it filled.

A few days back, I decided to to ahead and blow $300 on a tank from Airgas.

When I got the outfit, I looked around for a cart to hold the tanks, but I thought they were bulky and overpriced. I bought a Chinese handtruck from Home Depot for around $50, and it sat in my workshop with the cardboard labels still attached until this week. Yesterday, I started converting it. I already had parts I had bought for the purpose, and of course, I had scrap metal to make it easier.

I started by using my SWAG Offroad finger brake to bend two strips of steel into U-shaped brackets. I welded them to one of the upright members of the handtruck. Then I cut some links from a chain and welded them to the brackets. Then I welded the chains to the brackets. You can see the result. I bought some double-ended snap hooks to attach the free ends of the chains to the brackets. This gave me a very stable platform for my oxygen tank.

Today I decided to make the base of the handtruck bigger. I had a large piece of steel plate. I cut the plate off the bottom of the handtruck uprights and welded the new plate on.

As you can see, the plate is now big enough for the entire base of a propane tank to fit on it.

Now I have to put another bracket on the handtruck for the propane tank. I think I’ll put two chain eyes on it and use a rubber strap to hold the tank. It should be easier on the paint than chain. I wouldn’t trust a rubber strap to hold up a dangerous oxygen bottle, but propane is not as hard to handle, and the tanks are squat and not inclined to fall over.

When I’m done, I’ll paint the bare parts with truck bed coating, which is like spray-on steel. It lasts forever.

It’s neat to have the tools to do this job quickly. The cheap welding table I got at Northern Tool is very, very good for the price. I see no reason to buy anything in the price gap between this table and the four-figure Fabblocks from Weldtable.com. This one used to cost over $300, and Northern Tool started offering it for something like half price. Right now, you can get it for $180, and it comes with a bunch of clamps that are actually useful. I slapped some cheap casters on the table, and it’s fantastic.

If there is one thing I don’t like about this handtruck, it’s the rolling gear. The tires are inflatable. Of course, that means they leak, so they have to be pumped up occasionally. Maybe I can find some cheap replacements. I’m wondering if it’s possible to fill them with something and turn them into solid tires.

I don’t understand why pneumatic handtruck tires even exist. They cause no end of problems, and there are no benefits.

Harbor Freight sells solid tires for handtrucks, so maybe I’ll go that route.

I may have a hundred bucks in this thing by the time I’m done. I think that’s acceptable. Decent carts start at maybe $90, and for some reason, the industry ignores propane. Propane cutting torches are the standard now, and carts are made for skinny cylinders. I’m having fun making this project, and it will be great when I’m done.

Maybe I’ll get started on another project since I can’t get steel for this one today. I bought an 18″ square sheet of 1/4″ steel plate, and I’m going to make a steak griddle from it. I think I already wrote about it. I’ll bend the sides up and turn it into a pan. This will give me a square griddle about 16″ square, and it won’t leak grease. Steak fried on iron is wonderful.

No Longer Stumped

Something has come over me (or left me), and I am getting on top of a lot of jobs I’ve put off.

I had a big rock in my yard. It was the size of a couch, minus the backrest. My tractor’s bucket will lift 1500 pounds, and I was not able to get it up using the forks. I would guess the rock is around half a ton. I dislodged it from the yard last year, if memory serves. A tiny stone protrusion was in the way when I mowed the yard, and when I decided to remove it, I found the giant rock attached to it.

Since then, I’ve had a big hole in my yard, next to another big hole from which I extracted a similar rock which was just small enough to lift with a rope. I had to mow around a big rock and two holes. It was worse than the original situation.

Yesterday I lifted one end of the rock, tied a tow strap around it, and dragged it out of the yard. Now the cattle can deal with it. Maybe they’ll use it to scratch themselves.

I had a sweet gum stump by my gate. Again, a mower obstacle. It had been there since Hurricane Irma. I put stuff on it to make it rot, and it paid no attention. Yesterday I decided to test it. I shoved the tractor’s forks under it, and up it came, along with half of the yard. I dumped it in my pasture on my shooting berm, and I used some of the berm to fill the hole. Very nice.

I had another stump which was nearly level with the ground but still in the way. I had to take the forks off the tractor in order to move dirt, so the bucket was ready for use. I scraped the stump away with ease. Excellent.

There is a huge stump just outside the yard, from Irma. It’s from a very big water oak I cut up. Chemicals didn’t bother it, and there was too much dirt in it for the chainsaw to be an option. Yesterday I ripped up the sides of it where it was rotten, and I tore up a bunch of the dead roots around it. I used the tractor to smooth out the ground around it and fill in the low areas. It’s still there, but it’s not nearly as annoying.

Today, I got rid of my citrus trees. I cut them a while back, but the stumps were still there. I had to cut them because it’s no longer possible to have citrus. Citrus greening is everywhere except the west, so if you have trees that still look good, you don’t have much time to enjoy them before they go bad. My trees were sick and produced disgusting fruit, and the people who built this house planted them way too close together anyway. Today I used my middle buster to rip the stumps out, and I dumped them in the woods.

My middle buster’s ears are bent because I’ve used it so much for clearing stumps. By “ears” I mean the thick metal tabs that hold the pins that attach it to the 3-point hitch. The steel is nearly half an inch thick. To fix the ears, I have to heat the steel, so I need to get my propane outfit running. I haven’t used it because I’ve been waiting for a unicorn to call me with a great deal on an oxygen bottle. I gave up today and got a price from Airgas, so tomorrow I’ll buy a bottle of my very own, and I’ll heat the ears and bend them back into line. Then I’ll weld some gussets in the corners to make them stiffer.

My pins are also bent. I guess that’s because they’re Chinese. I’m thinking I’ll replace two short pins with one long 7/8″ bar of solid steel. Not sure yet. It would be a pain to remove if it got bent. I could put some kind of coupler in the middle of it. It doesn’t have to be that strong in the middle. It just has to resist flexing, and there would be very little torque in the middle.

When I get the gas, I’ll pick up gusset material and a steel bar. I also plan to get an 18″ square piece of 1/4″ steel to turn into a steak griddle. I’m going to use my Offroad SWAG finger brake to turn it into a pan, and I’ll weld the corners shut to keep grease from pouring out.

That finger brake is a godsend. It opens up a whole new world of projects most people can’t hope to do even with a $1500 standalone brake.

I’ve also cut a bunch of annoying trees that looked like they had STD’s. Good riddance.

It’s nice to be going into fall in an industrious mood. Generally, my pattern is to work hard during the summer, which is miserably hot, and then sit around doing very little when the weather is good. It’s not a great way to get things done, and it can lead to additional problems such as death from heat stroke.

If I can get these things done, it almost seems like I should be able to blacktop the driveway. Is that hubris? I already have a bucket of goo and a squeegee.

I wish I could go to Airgas right now for my oxygen, but they won’t have any until tonight. Guess it’s time for a propane burger.

Meet the Poet Laureates of God’s Garbage Dump

I am supposedly an adult, and this blog does not attract children, so I feel it’s okay to quote some gross language today. Don’t read if you’re not up to it.

One of the left’s current darlings is a Hispanic rapper from the Bronx. You would have to look up her real name to find out what it is. She calls herself Cardi B, which is a variation on “Bacardi.” Apparently she is so fond of rum, her friends named her after it.

She and another woman who, unbelievably, calls herself Megan Thee Stallion, has the current #1 rap hit in the USA, and it has been at #1 for 4 weeks.

For some inexplicable reason, many black people in this country have taken to calling attractive women stallions. It’s sad. It shows that there are a huge number of Americans who have no idea what a stallion is. Of course, it’s a male horse that still has all parts of its reproductive system. How did people get this ignorant? It’s pretty much the opposite of a symbol of feminine beauty. “Stallion” is a timeworn slang term for a man who has sex with a lot of women.

If you don’t know what “stallion” means, you are extremely, extremely ignorant. You must know nearly nothing. God bless our liberal-run schools.

To get back to the hit, the title is “WAP,” and that’s short for “Wet Ass P*ssy.” They gave it that grotesque title, and they didn’t even know enough to use a hyphen.

I wanted to see what the fuss was about, so I watched the video. I turned the sound off, because I hate rap. I hate black rap. I hate white rap. I hate Christian and conservative rap. I hate it all, except for rare songs which somehow rise above the pack. I don’t like rap because I don’t like being yelled at and because it promotes a filthy, subhuman culture of pride, promiscuity, anti-white racism, and violence.

The video is beyond belief. It’s one of those things that make you wonder if you’re really awake. Miss B performs in her underwear, in something which I believe is called an all-in-one. I looked it up. It has big holes through which her breasts hang out, and her nipples have little covers glued on them.

I want to be clear. Her breasts, which are enormous, are exposed all the way to the base, and only her nipples are covered.

The sentence, “There’s some whores in this house,” is played 79 times during the video. It appears that “whores” refers to Miss B and Miss Stallion. They rap about sex, using coarse slang terms to describe the unimaginative things they do with men.

We now live in a country where the entertainment industry thinks it’s okay to promote ignorant ghetto dwellers calling themselves whores. And at the same time, you can be fired from your job if you’re a man and you tell a coworker she’s pretty.

The lyrics aren’t real lyrics. It’s like something a person on PCP would murmur after being tased by the police. They probably took about 15 minutes to write.

Does anyone remember real songs? I would say “Stardust” is my favorite pop song, or at least near the top. Look at the lyrics:

And now the purple dusk of twilight time
Steals across the meadows of my heart
High up in the sky the little stars climb
Always reminding me that we’re apart
You wander down the lane and far away
Leaving me a song that will not die
Love is now the stardust of yesterday
The music of the years gone by.

Sometimes I wonder, how I spend
The lonely nights
Dreaming of a song
The melody
Haunts my reverie
And I am once again with you
When our love was new
And each kiss an inspiration
But that was long ago
And now my consolation is in the stardust of a song

Beside the garden wall, when stars are bright
You are in my arms
The nightingale
Tells his fairy tale
Of paradise, where roses grew
Though I dream in vain
In my heart it will remain
My stardust melody
The memory of love’s refrain.

I may as well post a video, featuring Nat King Cole. Remember all his great songs about shooting cops and pimping?

He had one of the very best voices in the industry, and he was also a highly accomplished jazz pianist. I don’t know if he ever wore lingerie with strategic holes cut in it, but sometimes you have to excuse people based on the times in which they lived.

So this is where the world has ended up. We went from banging sticks together to Mozart to Nat King Cole to a couple of disgusting gutter denizens labeling themselves whores and singing about their genitalia.

Often I feel that the rapture will take place in December. Then I ask myself if the world is sufficiently far gone for the rapture to be necessary. Then I see something like this new video.

How much more depraved can we get? What’s next? Music videos featuring human sacrifice?

We are no longer merely descending into the realm of beasts. We are plummeting.

I thought I should let people know what’s happening. Intelligent, moral people don’t keep up with rap, so there must be many, many Christians who are unaware of this song. I didn’t know about the lyrics until today, even though I had seen the video.

If our most popular musicians are producing things like this now, and our music industry is behind them, and critics are giving them rave reviews instead of vomiting, try and imagine what we’ll be seeing in 2021. I don’t have the imagination for it. I guess it will be pure porn, and we’ll move from straight to gay to whatever comes after gay.

Look at the lyrics on the web. It’s like the things I imagine demons saying to each other in hell. What could demons be saying that could be worse?

Of course, Joe Biden just did an interview with her. That’s how little there is to him. He’s a mist of a man. Black and Hispanic women are whores, right Joe? That’s okay with you?

President. He’s running for president of the United States.

I hope we don’t have much time left. Living in this world is starting to be like living in a pile of soiled underwear. Thank God I live in the country, where things are still bearable.

I don’t know if there is still any point in leaving Christians on earth. I enjoy my life, but I would love to spend some time in my real home in heaven, where everyone is in agreement, and the only whores are whores that repented.

Why the Terror Kids Won’t go Home

In a recent blog post, I wrote about the encouragement I felt upon unearthing and watching videos by black conservatives. It was nice to be reminded that not everyone has gone nuts and that there are still plenty of black people who don’t have it in for whites.

I came across a lady who had had 9 joint replacements. I started adding up the joints I knew I could be replaced, and I only came up with 6. Shoulders, hips, and knees. She must be in a bad way if she has gone past that.

She seemed like a nice, gentle person, and she said things I agreed with. She seemed like a mild-mannered mother and wife who wouldn’t hurt a fly. Today, however, I found a video in which she appears to blame Jews for the media brainwashing of blacks, as well as Hollywood pedophilia. Youtube banned the video, so she put it on Bitchute, a service I don’t know much about.

After saying she has just had a joint surgery which rendered her right hand temporarily useless, she calls Jews “the 2%.” She posts a quote attributed to Mel Gibson. It says Hollywood runs on “baby blood.” It calls baby blood “a currency of its own.”

If you can find any evidence that Mel Gibson actually said this, on a reputable website, you’re a better Googler than I am.

People familiar with history know that Jews have been accused of using the blood of gentile babies to make matzohs. Many anti-Semites really believe this. Human flesh isn’t kosher, and the Jewish law forbids the consumption of blood, and more importantly, Jews are not completely insane.

The myth about the blood of babies is known as the blood libel. This lady could not have picked a better subject to highlight her delusions, hostility, and bias.

She had seemed like such a nice lady. I had wondered why a person like that would be afflicted with bad joints. Today, I thought about this, from Psalm 137: “If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning. If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth; if I prefer not Jerusalem above my chief joy.” The word also says envy rots the bones.

The conspiracy theory she is pushing is just like critical race theory, the genocidal, hate-excusing claptrap pushed by phony leftist scholars. Instead of endorsing self-examination, accountability, and correction, it promotes cruel action against a class which is supposedly privileged.

Hitler was a critical race theorist.

It’s disappointing to see a black conservative push this poison, and it’s worse to see people endorse it in Youtube comments.

Yes, the Jews are privileged. They have privilege conferred by the blessings given to Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob. They’re the most intelligent, most talented people on earth; there is no point in pretending it’s not true. God helps them to succeed. He prevents them from being wiped out. He gives their tiny nation consistent victory over a billion-plus murderous bigots with many times the population, land, and resources.

The Jews will continue to do well no matter what kooks do to bring them down. When you fight the existence of Jacob, you fight God.

One of the pitfalls of becoming too involved with conservatism is that you may find yourself linked to the small percentage of conservatives who are anti-Semitic. It’s probably worse when you involved yourself with black and Latin conservatives, because anti-Semitism has run unchecked among blacks and Latins.

I’m conservative, but the reason is that people who know the Holy Spirit become conservative with time. I’m not primarily interested in politics. Conservatism is a symptom of closeness with God. Conservatives who reject the Holy Spirit are not much better off than Wiccan Antifa nuts.

If I reach out to other conservatives socially, or I check out their Internet project, it’s not really because they’re conservative. It’s because I expect to encounter people who know God. It doesn’t always work, obviously.

Of course, on the left, smoldering anti-Semitism is mainstream.

The spirit of murder, also known as the red horseman of the apocalypse, is building up steam all over the world. We are seeing bizarre, demonic fits all over the place. If you get caught up in identity politics, even as a conservative, the spirit of murder may come into your heart and set up housekeeping. He’s entitled to do that if you give him permission.

Most Americans don’t understand how crazy the spirit’s pawns have become. The rage fits the definition of insanity. It is extreme.

Yesterday I saw a video of a Massachusetts man taunting a group of Antifers. They were doing something or other in a public place. The police formed a line between them and the general public. The man was filming them, and as he did, he humiliated them with stinging insults. He was enjoying himself. The police couldn’t help laughing.

There were three young men (likely white college students) screaming at him. They were standing in a line, closer to him than the others. They looked like lunatics. They were wearing black from head to toe. It was like a comedy sketch. When he said things to them, they practically jumped up and down. They screeched curses in high-pitched voices. It was obvious they wanted to kill him. There was nothing they could do, because they were small and weak, he was big and strong, and the police were between them. But for cowardice and the knowledge that they would lose, they would have beaten him at the very least.

This is completely normal for BLMtifa. That’s the amazing thing about it. These deranged, dangerous kids are not exceptional. They’re farther out than many of their fellow terrorists, but they have lots of company.

Here’s something God showed me: when human behavior makes no sense at all, look for a supernatural cause. These kids are controlled by demons. Their derangement and anger go far beyond anything that has a rational explanation.

It’s not normal to scream so hard your feet nearly leave the ground, just because someone calls you a communist. If you find your wife in bed with another man, sure. If you catch a pedophile with your daughter, again, it’s understandable. Abandoning all semblance of reason and masculinity over a mild verbal disagreement is different. A sane person should not be capable of that.

People do not understand how insane leftists have become. They’re angrier than Nazis. I know. I’ve seen sites frequented by both. Anyone who wants to understand leftist sociopathy should read about the Russian Revolution. Read things written by leftists in the first half of the last century. The coldness and hate are inhuman. They dealt with human beings as though they were bugs in an ant farm.

I found a forum where leftists were discussing Michael Reinoehl, who was unquestionably a murderer. I’ll post some things I read.

Our antifa shooter is dead, acting in self defense of his comrades and himself, this army veteran and father of two was f______ slaughtered by the pigs clearly working with and integrated with right wing militas, he was butchered and shot to death, god I sure hope hes in heaven, these f______ pigs these f______ sh_ts killing off so many comrades, his sister also made a statement calling him a martyr and that his death will bring about what the left and movement needs… Rest In Power a comrade turned into a martyr I hope he has found his peace up there and these sick pigs and militas get what’s coming to them

also agreed we need more brave people like him willing to put there toe off the line, even if it risky, I do think he acted in self defense but even if he didnt he was brave to do what no one would and rightly killed that f____r

makes me sad a good dad with an alright job life, good socialist ideals and a man clearly trying to protect others (and as he states specifically minoritiy protestors) had to die

just finished the interview, he said “I felt like the shot was the beginning of a civil war”, Reinoehl knew soon as that f_____g fashtard convoy came in the man knew what trouble they were bringing, ready to put his own life on the line, what a guy, seems like he was real good, very confident of his actions and justifying them, that takes some courage, even doing an interview while there is a manhunt and he even cleared the media’s lies and said “they knew why the shooting happen, they knew it was me, they lied”, watch the interview guys

He was an antifacist who shot a fascist. Do you know just quite how many people who took part in the Russian Revolution were vets? It was integral to the whole thing. STFU.

Other than it being a show of solidarity the man is a lefty chad who went out like a boss. Killed a rightard and evaded capture long enough to have a f_____g interview with vice and never capitulated on his morals. He deserves a sticky for a day or so.

people are still slaves to the system, people try read theory much as they can and the only people writing theory rn is academics, but this is a few socialists and communists in America, due to the falls of the ussr the left in the west has been set back a few good decades, this is a start for our first martyr, no? this is some form of progress comrade, even if its little

Reinoehl’s sister turned him in. Here’s what a workers’ hero said about her:

So this is what I suggest. Firstly,
Use VPN and VOIP or a $10 burner phone and phone card.
When you call her don’t threaten her life or just i agreee. That’s far less psychologically damaging than pointing out a few key facts:
1) He was defending police brutality protesters from right wing death squads.
2) He’s a hero for that, and it’s very clear from the footage he acted in self-defense. He was maced by a guy with a gun.
3) She introduced her brother to right wing death squads.
4) Now his daughters have no father, and it’s due to her pointing death squads to her brother.
5) Her statements she’s glad it happened reek of Qanon brainwashing, and she’s been brainwashed into being glad she pointed death squads to kill her brother. Emphasize that she’s allowing election rhetoric and orange clown world to skew the moral weight of having her brother killed. Try to break through that Fox News shielding.
6) Keep emphasizing she killed her brother and deprived her nieces of a father.
7) Call her parents, and defend Michael to them. Don’t denigrate the daughter, but make sure that weight is heavy.

If she’s not a sociopath, in about 2 years she’ll fall apart at the seams. Remind Michael’s daughters that their aunt had her brother killed.

We are taught that evil spirits have a hierarchy. Big spirits have little spirits they order around. It’s obvious the spirit of murder has abundant troops, and these spirits are pumping people up until they’re ready to explode.

My friend Mike has a son who is a professional musician. He married a black girl who was raised in a white area by white parents. She was so sheltered from blacks, the first time she found herself living among them, she complained that they scared her. Now she lectures Mike, who gives her financial support. She tells him what an awful person he is for not endorsing BLM on social media. These kids tell him they’re not sure they want their future children around a person like him. His son said his wife lived in terror that the police would do her great harm.

This is not exaggeration. I’ve seen some of the communications.

Almost no black person has a legitimate reason for living in fear that the cops will do her in, let alone a law-abiding young woman who doesn’t interact with the police regularly. Her fear is insane, and somehow, it has been transmitted to her husband.

Obviously, she is in no danger. Do I have to say that?

She’s not a criminal on parole. He’s not a drug dealer or pimp. They’re just ordinary people. That’s what’s so disturbing. I can understand why career criminals resent the police, but they are targets of hatred from people have never had a parking ticket.

There is a demon-fed mass insanity just below the surface in many, many Americans. Right now, the riots aren’t everywhere, but that doesn’t mean the situation isn’t critical. Demons have heated people up to the point where they’re like dry twigs. They are much, much closer to the flash point than people usually are. It won’t take much to start a conflagration that burns off the veneer of civilization and plunges us into a murder pandemic.

That’s what’s going to happen. The Revelation says a spirit of murder will be released, and as a result, people all over the world will do each other violence and kill each other. It’s not merely a possible outcome. It’s going to happen.

When things go optimally, the Holy Spirit reigns in everyone, and they get along. Failing that, God restrains people and spirits so the world is preserved. Now God is removing restraint. People who know the Holy Spirit can be set apart from the battle. The rest are just demon puppets.

One of the symptoms of demonic insanity is the equation of expression with violence.

There is a fundamental underpinning of criminal law which has been with us for centuries. Here it is: words are not violence. No matter what you say to another person, and I include liberal use of the N-word by people not licensed to use it, that person is not allowed to so much as touch you in response.

There are exceptions. If you have the means to do someone present harm, and you threaten to do it, you commit assault. If you pull a knife and say you’re going to cut someone who is close by, the threat is considered violence under the law, and the victim is allowed to shoot you. Apart from situations like that, words cannot justify violence.

The left now says words are violence. In fact, it’s worse than that. They say white silence is violence. The obvious intention: to justify actual violence against people who disagree with them, and to characterize law-abiding people as violent assailants.

Look around, and you will find video of terrorists surrounding people at restaurants, demanding they say and do certain things to indicate they support the terror. They chant, “White silence is violence.” It’s a threat. It means, “Say what we tell you to say, or be hurt physically.”

They say white silence is violence, but they believe performing assault and battery is expression.

“Your failure to speak is violence, but my fist in your face is just expression.”

It’s a fascinating thing. Yesterday, I realized what’s going on. Satan is trying to turn America black, Jewish, and Latin.

In mainstream culture, you can believe and say what you like, within broad limits. You can vote for anyone you like. You can say what you like. It’s not like that for blacks, Jews, and Latins. They are told what to say and think.

If you’re black, and you come out as a conservative, you risk being beaten or killed. If you’re Mexican or Puerto Rican, you may have similar problems. If you’re Jewish, you risk losing your livelihood, your family, and your social connections.

The terrorists are trying to spread minority-style thought control to the entire country. This is why you’re likely to be beaten if you wear a red hat in a major city. White people have had freedom of thought, expression, and affiliation too long to suit the terrorists. The terrorists want to put us on the plantation with the other slaves. That’s a good way to characterize it.

“White” is the wrong term, because Asians from the successful Asian cultures (Japanese, Korean, and Chinese) are lumped in with us.

I’ve thought about getting a red hat. I haven’t involved myself with politics for years, and that’s why I don’t have one. It’s dangerous to see a politician as a messiah, and it’s also dangerous to think America is what keeps me safe and prosperous. But yesterday I asked myself how I felt about getting a hat. I live in an extraordinary conservative stronghold. Still, something inside me said I was asking for trouble. Not everyone here is a mature adult.

I think that if I decide to make politics more important to myself, I should get a hat and a shirt. I should do it simply to avoid being a coward. I should do it to support other conservatives. The risk that something bad will happen is negligible, and even if it does happen, sometimes assuming risk is the correct thing to do.

For a few years, I’ve had a no-bumper-sticker policy. Why? Because it’s extremely easy to damage a vehicle, it’s very hard to catch a person who does it, it’s hard to make them pay if caught, and repairs are usually done badly. It’s very sad that leftists can cover their cars with stickers in complete safety, while the rest of us have to accept vandalism as a near-certainty. It has happened to me.

Wearing a red hat when you carry a 10mm pistol is a little different from wearing one while disarmed, though. A gun provides the possibility of escalation. From a purely selfish standpoint, sometimes it’s better to take a few kicks and punches, and even to visit the hospital, than to kill a mindless savage and face prosecution.

It’s remarkable that Americans live in a time when we have to think about things like this. Analysts say there are millions of silent Trump voters out there, and it’s unquestionably true, because for several years, people have known that speaking up for Trump invites violence, vandalism, theft, and firings. What a coercive atmosphere we suddenly live in. And there is no left-wing equivalent. Biden hats, if they exist, are safe to wear everywhere.

Tormenting people who wear MAGA hats and stealing campaign signs should be felonies carrying minimum jail time. Why? Because the right to make political choices is one of the most important rights we have. If you knock a Lakers hat off someone’s head, it’s bad, but at least you’re not sabotaging democracy and threatening one of the foundations of our country. When you make people afraid to endorse candidates, you suppress the vote.

I would like to stand up and be counted, but somehow, wearing political stuff seems like putting God in the back of the bus. I don’t go around wearing shirts with “JESUS” on them. In view of that, should I wear a Trump shirt? Who is more important?

Anyway, welcome to ghetto life. Welcome to the plantation. You don’t get to speak, work, or exist unless you support the Antichrist. It’s bad, and it will eventually get worse. That’s my prediction. I hope I’m wrong, but all the evidence says I’m right.

Not Everyone is Crazy

In the book of Revelation, Jesus tells the church in Philadelphia he will spare them the season of temptation that is to come upon the world. Did that happen to the people who belonged to that church at that time? No, because the hour of temptation didn’t come. It’s the tribulation, and the tribulation still isn’t here.

He must have been talking about future Christians who pleased him enough to be taken in the rapture.

It’s an interesting promise, because it appears to show that there is a difference between being saved and being chosen for the rapture. Jesus criticized the other churches, but he didn’t say only the Philadelphians would go to heaven.

It’s also interesting because if it’s about the rapture, it proves there will be a pre-tribulation rapture. There is no way to spare people the season of temptation if they are still here.

I think about things like this a lot. Human culture seems to be disintegrating. People have become disgusting and discouraging. It’s hard to imagine a prolonged future in which Jesus permits the world to exist in such corruption. Of course, the corruption’s spread is accelerating, so such a future would be considerably worse than the time we live in now. Eeew.

Sometimes I have the feeling that certain groups of Americans have given up on themselves. It’s a feeling, not a belief. Sometimes I feel that the overwhelming majority of black Americans have abandoned the truth so utterly that they can’t be reached. Rumors have tremendous power among black Americans.

Last night, I caught a Youtube video created by a black conservative. He inserted another video in his video. The inserted video was made on a cell phone, by a black woman. She and her brother caught a black man beating and robbing an elderly white man, and they became enraged. They were on the road, and her brother drove off the road, subdued the criminal, and held him for the police while he and his sister shamed him.

They could not have been nicer to the victim, who refused to have the mugger arrested. They called the victim “sir” and kept asking him if he was okay. He offered to reward them, and they refused money. She went on a rant about black people blaming others and rioting and ignoring the high rate of crime among blacks. She was furious.

It was a great thing to watch. It felt good to be reminded that there are people who resist the cultural coercion and lies. Not everyone hates us. Not everyone swallows the propaganda, and many black people and other minority members are angry at the people who spread it. Black support for Trump is now measured at somewhere between 20% and 24%. Shockingly high, either way.

It occurred to me that it wasn’t that big a story, because all over the country, black people save the lives of old white people every night. Blacks–especially women–have a big presence in medical staffing. It’s too bad they don’t have body cameras so we can see all the kind things they do for non-blacks.

I decided to see if I could find other content that would serve to counteract the poison coming from the left, and I subscribed to a bunch of black channels. Some were popular. Some were obscure.

Today I came across a doozy. A makeup artist calling herself Jasmyne Contours is part of the Walk Away movement, and she has a channel. She has videos in which she calls out the Wormtongues who push the white privilege lie. She brings up facts that show that other classes such as minorities and homosexuals have great privilege. She lays things out in a calm, organized, rational way. It’s something to see. Much more impressive than well-known black conservatives.

My focus is supernatural, not political, but political aberrations are manifestations of supernatural failure, so political information has some importance to me. Rabid, irrational BLM and Antifa terrorists are controlled by dark spirits because they don’t know the Spirit of God. I don’t think Jasmyne Contours is providing the best answers, because in order for a person to truly thrive, his supernatural root has to be replaced. Still, it’s inspiring to listen to her. It’s great to see someone you would expect to be repeating Satanic nonsense objecting to it and debunking it.

I’ll embed one of her videos. I’m not suggesting she’s someone you should go to for counsel, because she doesn’t have much to say about God, but you may enjoy listening to a very, very bright individual who thinks for herself.

I haven’t seen all of her material. For all I know, she goes off on tangents and advocates bombing malls.

As for the rabid and the deluded, Michael Reinoehl is dead. This is the man who murdered Aaron Danielson, AKA Jay Bishop, the Patriot Prayer activist who was shot in Portland. The feds and the cops approached him in a group, and he produced a firearm and began shooting. So far, stories say he missed them completely, but he was shot multiple times and could not be saved.

In a bad move that may be remembered for a long time, the cable network VICE posted an interview with Reinoehl on the same night he was killed. It’s one of the most disgusting videos you will ever see. Reinoehl was in hiding, and he allowed himself to be interviewed. “Interviewed” is too nice a word. The VICE interviewer let him make a propaganda speech. He lied repeatedly, and the “journalist” never questioned him. There is no evidence that the interviewer had seen video of Reinhold murdering Danielson or that he had done any research at all.

Try and imagine Kyle Rittenhouse getting a break like that. He can’t even have a Gofundme page because he has already been found guilty by the leftist establishment. And he’s completely innocent. There is clear video of a mob trying to kill him.

Incidentally, a video has emerged, appearing to show Rittenhouse punching a young woman several times in July. Disappointing. On the surface, it looks like he should be charged with a crime. Still, what he did with his last three shots in Kenosha was straight-up self defense, and the facts alleged by the prosecution suggest the same is true of the first shooting.

Reinoehl claims there were Trump-supporter vehicles all over the place, and that he shot in order to keep a black person from being killed. Watch the video. There was no traffic, very few vehicles are present, and Reinoehl walks up to Danielson and shoots him. VICE’s ace reporter let it slide.

Another reporter speaks in the video. She obsesses on weapons possessed by conservatives and uses terms like “far-right” with abandon and inaccuracy. She has nothing to say about the dozens of people–victims of leftists–who have died as a result of the riots. She makes it sound like conservatives are sending droves of armed killers to confront harmless leftist smurfs who dance in circles and plant daisies.

She has no excuse. She has traveled with activists. She knows better. Anyone who has a computer knows better.

Leftists now live in an alternate reality.

I feel very sad for the world. People have chosen to become impervious to the truth. When that happens, they become impossible to save, and God no longer has any motivation to subject his children to their presence.

I don’t want to be in this place any longer. I would like to accomplish something for God, but I don’t want to spend another 30 years in a psychotic absurdist left-wing fascist state.

Am I overreacting? I could be. I have seen a lot of distressing news lately. It draws attention from my own surroundings, which are extremely peaceful. But consider this: this morning I thought about a carbuncle; a big, deep, pus-filled sore with multiple heads on the skin’s surface. What if what we’re seeing in terrorist-plagued leftist cities are the heads of a huge carbuncle that underlies the entire world?

When you turn against God, your enemies start to multiply without your knowledge. They prepare and undermine in secret. Then they jump out suddenly, taking you by surprise.

You can see this in the story of Belshazzar’s feast. Belshazzar was the son of Nebuchadnezzar. He took the sacred gold items from God’s temple and used them at a drunken feast. He thought he was invincible. Unbeknownst to him, his enemies had already tunneled under Babylon’s walls. A hand appeared and wrote words meaning, “God has numbered the days of your kingdom and brought it to a end. You have been weighed and found wanting,” on the wall where he was feasting. Then his enemies emerged, and he was killed.

That’s how things work when you’re an enemy of God. Your own enemies work like termites. A swarm of termites will eat a wooden item from inside, leaving the paint alone. Then one day you lean on it, and your hand goes through it, because paint is all there is. Americans love to think America is stable and permanent; too big to fail. Our empire is tiny compared to England’s, and look what happened to the British.

Anyone can be conquered. Only God keeps people and nations on top.

I don’t want to be a 90-year-old Christian conservative on Kamala Harris’s Earth, in a chaotic, defeated America, and I definitely don’t want to see the tribulation.

Yesterday I spent hours in prayer and study, and I noticed something interesting. People are claiming the coronavirus vaccine and RF chips are the mark of the Beast. The Bible says the mark will not come until after the Beast’s prophet creates an image of the Beast and makes it speak. I think people can stop worrying about the vaccine. The Beast hasn’t even emerged from the wings yet.

The mark of the Beast pops up a long way into the process. We shouldn’t be saying this or that, which we have already seen, is the mark.

There is time before the Beast emerges. The rapture…maybe not so much.

Carnal Christians and conservatives need to wake up and knock it off. Anyone who thinks shooting and bombing other people will put things right is working for the Beast. If what’s happening around us makes you angry sometimes, you’re normal, but if you’re enraged to the point where you think it’s time to put a plate carrier on and send the left a message, you might as well pray to Satan and ask him to pay your bills, because you work for him. The Bible doesn’t say we will run around shooting unbelievers. It says we will make a strategic withdrawal and God will handle the rest.

We’re not talking enough about love. Love is literally the reason the universe was created. We talk too much about fear and order. We talk a lot about the rules people break. We should be praying God gets through to anyone who can be reached.

I did pray for Reinoehl. I make a point of praying for enemies of God who make the news. There is no point in praying for him now.He’s almost certainly in hell, in agony that will never stop. Wherever he is, he is finally being forced to acknowledge the truth. Rachel Maddow and Don Lemon aren’t there to help him. He can’t run and hide in a friend’s house. VICE isn’t there to film his propaganda speeches.

He would give a wonderful speech now, if we could hear it. It would be very different from what he said all summer. But as the story of Lazarus the beggar shows, very few people who need to hear it would listen.

I’m going to keep trying to improve. This seems like a particularly bad time to get comfortable or backslide. I wish I were better. I don’t want to wonder what will become of me as the rapture starts, and I don’t want to stand before God afterward, explain why I did so little, and accept my participation prize.

Elizabeth Warren Would Love it

I love my Savage 93R for two reasons. First, it shoots sub-MOA for very little money, with nearly no recoil. Second, it has a little Indian chief head on it. Savage got rid of this classic logo a while ago, for obvious reasons. By “obvious reasons,” I mean they chickened out. Maybe they should put a chicken on their rifles.

The other day I cut a piece out of the trigger spring, and then I tested the gun. I posted a picture of the target here. It shows the gun is probably a consistent sub-MOA shooter when you do things right. I don’t always do things right, so I can’t swear to it.

It’s too rainy to shoot, so I have been working on the gun.

Today I cut half a coil out of the trigger spring. I plan to keep going until I like the pull or the gun quits working. I also milled some plastic out of the stock.

Rifle people say a gun’s barrel should be “free-floated” in order to make it accurate. That means nothing touches the barrel forward of the receiver. A free-floated receiver has a very rigid connection to the stock down by the receiver, and past that point, you can slide a piece of paper between the barrel and stock and run it up and down the barrel without hindrance.

My gun probably cost $275, and it has a plastic stock not much fancier than a molded toilet seat, but the barrel was free-floated from the factory, and the stock is rigid, so it doesn’t touch the barrel when you rest the gun on the forward part of the stock. It works, it’s not like some floppy horror stocks Savage has made. I think they make a few disposable stocks because they expect people to replace them.

I was fooling with the gun, and I noticed it was not free-floating all the way to the receiver. The barrel has a fat section adjoining the receiver, and it was touching the stock. The fat part is around 4 inches long. Toward the back, a knob sort of thing projects downward and butts up against a recess in the plastic, so you can’t free-float it where the knob is located, but I had maybe three inches of barrel-to-stock contact I could get rid of.

I tried using a Dremel tool, but it was sloppy work, so I stuck the stock in my mill vise.

I would say I took about 40 thousandths off the inside of the stock on each side. Now I can run a piece of paper all the way up to the knob or lug or whatever that hangs off the barrel.

Does it matter? Will it make the gun more accurate? I don’t know. It can’t make it LESS accurate, so I figured I should try it.

I could just drop $150 on an aftermarket stock, but why? It looks like there is no reason to do it. The current stock is light, comfortable, and functional, and it’s impervious to water. I feel like I should take it as far as it will go.

Maybe the sun will come out tomorrow. I look forward to seeing what the trigger work, stock reduction, and recent practice will do for me.

Looks Like Time is Short

Fascinating stuff is happening.

First of all, I’m making great biscuits. Using bread flour made a huge difference, and it goes against everything the pros say. Here is today’s breakfast:

Second, it looks like we know who killed the Portland shooting victim.

It’s amazing how he was identified. There is a sick website called 4chan. It’s full of people who don’t have usernames. Posts appear under the name “Anonymous,” and they call each other “anons.” Some are true white supremacists. Some are pedophiles. They say whatever they feel like saying, because they assume they can’t be identified. They call each other “nigger” and “faggot.”

These people appear to have no lives outside of the web, and they joke about being autistic because they don’t socialize well. Here’s a meme one of them put up.

They found video footage, social media posts, and photos, and they showed that the person in the video looked like Michael Forest Reinoehl, a snowboarding instructor and roofer. Not to pick on roofers, but it’s a field known for filling up with criminals. When you have to take a roofing job, it may mean there is a reason why other employers won’t have you.

Reinoehl’s family also helped. They saw the coverage on the web, and maybe they saw the 4chan stuff. I don’t know. Anyway, they turned him in. He has a very distinctive appearance, and they knew him when they saw him.

Here’s something which isn’t surprising: they say he is irrational and estranged from his family.

Reinoehl is white, and he has a large black power tattoo on his neck. You can see it a mile away. He wasn’t smart enough to cover it or give up his bizarre everyday wardrobe, so he was not hard to identify.

A man who was with the victim confirms that it was an assassination. Terrorists approached them and identified them as Trump supporters. Then Reinoehl shot the victim.

Is there any possibility it was self-defense? It certainly doesn’t look like self-defense, but you can’t close any doors until you know everything. People say Reinoehl was pepper-sprayed before shooting. Ordinarily, the use of pepper spray can’t justify a response with lethal force. Lethal force can be used to prevent serious injury, but pepper spray doesn’t injure. On the other hand, a smart lawyer could say the victim pulled something out, and Reinoehl thought it was a gun.

Reinoehl ran away. He behaved nothing like Kyle Rittenhouse, who helped the first shooting victim and called 911 and then ran to turn himself in to the police.

Two very predictable things happened after the killing. First, liberals in Portland blamed Trump and conservatives, and they said a conservative had killed a leftist. Then when they found out a leftist had killed a conservative, they celebrated and danced. A lady with a bullhorn said they had “taken out the trash” by killing a “Nazi.”

It’s astounding that people say conservatives are just as bad as leftists. Conservatives don’t riot, although they do respond when attacked by rioters. There is no such thing as a conservatives-only riot. They don’t loot. They don’t burn buildings down. They don’t send caravans of rioters to burn distant towns. The difference is impossible for a sane person to miss. You won’t see large groups of conservatives celebrate a murder.

Unorthodox journalist Tim Pool says leftists are using the murder as a fundraising tool to buy bulletproof gear.

Will conservatives retaliate? As a whole, of course not. But there are always fringe nuts. The Boogalo Bois come to mind.

The Revelation mentions three hostile spirits that look like horsemen. They represent murder, lack, and disease. We’re seeing the lite versions already. God seems to be saying, “Here’s a little dose of what’s coming. Do you really want this?” The terrorists are losing their humanity because they reject the Holy Spirit and meld with demons. Many are so supernaturally blind nothing will bring them out of their delusion, but maybe a significant number can be reached.

We need to pray for God to open the eyes and ears of as many of these people as possible. Arguing with them is a waste of time. The Holy Spirit has to prepare the ground. We’re still showing we prefer futile carnal tools to the only weapons that work.

Terrorists are doing very bad things in America, and they deserve to suffer. They deserve hell. But so do the rest of us. Everyone deserves hell. Regardless of what these people are doing, who really wants them to burn for eternity? Their suffering will be beyond human comprehension, but the suffering they cause on earth is not.

I’m going to make a special effort to pray for them and for everyone else. Eyes and ears need to be opened.

Things are looking better and better for Trump. At least we have that going for us. I expect leftists to ramp up their terrorism to the point where a Biden win becomes impossible. I want Trump to win, but it shouldn’t be necessary for terrorists to put us all in fear to get us to vote for the right person.

I think we are in a short transition period between the age of the gentiles (age of the church) and the tribulation. I think this time has characteristics of both. Fortunately the tribulation characteristics are not very severe as of today.

I hope a lot of people come around. God’s patience is limited, and the consequences for stubbornness are terrible.

Chicken Breasts Fry While American Burns

Has the shooting war started?

A couple of days back, volunteer medic and guard Kyle Rittenhouse defended himself from a murderous armed mob and shot a rapist who was trying to take his rifle, a criminal who was approaching him with a pistol in his hand, and a rioter and documented repeat offender who attacked him with a skateboard. The left says he’s a murderer, he has been charged with first-degree murder, and the man who charged him with a pistol (and who says he regrets not emptying a magazine into him) has not even been detained.

Last night, Trump supporters drove through Portland to show their support for the president. Of course, this is their legal right. They were attacked many times. After things quieted down, a white terrorist walked up to a Trump supporter, shot him twice, and left. There is no indication that the Trump supporter did anything wrong. The shooting is on video. There was no struggle. So far, it looks like an execution.

Leftists in Portland and across America claimed a Trump supporter had murdered someone. Then the truth started leaking out, and they celebrated because a Trump supporter had been killed.

So what happens now?

It may be that a few fringe conservatives will become aggressive, but it’s very unlikely that the right will start emulating the unprovoked, wanton violence of the left to any significant degree. If we were that kind of people, we would be BLMtifa rioters.

Based on my knowledge of human nature, I think the left, not the right, will become significantly more aggressive. I think that when conservative violence becomes widespread, it will be defensive violence. If we hang back and refuse to take the bait, leftists will bring the bait to us. They’re not looking for change or peace. Their goal is to hurt, kill, and steal, and if we don’t engage, they will come to us and force the issue. They are already rioting in residential neighborhoods. Sooner or later, non-leftists will have to react with violence just to keep insane home invaders out of their living rooms. Bodies won’t pile up in public squares and city streets. They’ll pile up in the yards of whites, Asians, and Jews.

You’ve got my prediction.

Maybe people will say it was aggressive for Trump supporters to drive to Portland. Of course, that’s idiocy. I have the right to drive through any city in America, and no one has the right to block my car, throw things at me, or attack me personally. Anyone who blames non-leftists for “provocative” actions like driving through cities or guarding properties ought to be slapped. It’s gaslighting.

I feel very sad. There is a very ominous, serious feeling in the air, like the feeling I had during my dream of the rapture. It really looks like the end is here. You can say it’s not that big a deal because only a relatively small number of people are participating in the violence, but that’s wrong. They have huge popular support. There are tens of millions of leftists who are behind them completely, and they would be rioting, too, if it were convenient for them.

There is a limit to what God expects us to endure here. The Bible calls him the Lord of hosts, and a host is an army. He is the Lord of armies. Like any supreme commander, he will withdraw his forces when continued fighting becomes pointless. The left’s love of lies makes them impervious to correction and help, so our ability to bring them into the fold is dropping off quickly.

Last night I saw a police interview. A sergeant from the Portland PD answered questions. He was in one of the government buildings that was attacked. He said they hid from view in hopes of avoiding escalation. The leftists tore down plywood in order to restore contact. He said they threw bottles, rocks, and other things. He said they said terrible things to the female officers. They called them whores and said they provided sexual services for all the cops. One of them said he was going to take an officer’s baton and shove it up her vagina. Don’t think he didn’t mean it. Things like that have happened in wars.

The sergeant said he had never witnessed such hate.

God sees these things happen, and he makes decisions. He decides whether it’s still worth it to keep a presence on earth to try to help people.

I am ready to go. I wish I could do something for God before I leave, but my history is what it is, and the apocalypse can’t be postponed just so I can earn some more credits.

It looks more and more like Trump will win the election. People are afraid to support him in public, but they’ll show their true colors in voting booths. Leftist terror is having an effect on public opinion, and we have two Democrat candidates who insist terrorists are protestors. Harris actually said they have to keep it up. Biden issued a weak statement about violence, but that’s it. He is gutless and utterly without principle. He is hoping to stay under cover and avoid alienating anyone until November 3rd.

It’s bizarre that terrorists don’t understand that terror makes people look for help. There are three choices: join the terror, appease the terrorists, or resist. The terrorists are operating under the assumption that they can scare the entire country into voting for Biden and bending the knee (literally). They don’t seem to understand that people are free to vote for a man who will use force to restrain them.

I feel a little anger, but mostly I feel dread and sadness. I’m watching America steam toward an iceberg, and no one will listen.

The only answers are prayer and repentance, but almost no one is calling for these things. When Nineveh was threatened, the king forced the entire city to fast for 40 days, and God spared it. That can’t happen in America. Leftists hate Christianity, and most of the rest of us are just barely Christians. We don’t really believe God is powerful or responds to our actions. We have much more faith in politicians and ourselves.

I truly do not want to be here after the elect leave the earth. I don’t like being stuck here with terrorists right now. I can’t imagine what it will be like when all the good people are gone and the curses on the earth are unrestrained.

I hope Trump wins, but I think that if he does, we will live in atmosphere of hate and violence in spite of his efforts to combat terror. The USA will look like Israel or El Salvador. We’ll have to deal with the constant threat of shootings, bombings, kidnappings, rape, and arson. We’ll be fighting on our own soil, and our enemies will be cowardly guerrillas who live on our blocks and in our apartment buildings. They’ll never go away. That’s my best guess.

If Biden wins, these things will still be true, but the executive branch will be against us.

Leftists have no idea what they’re stepping into. They are much more likely to start violence, but we are much, much better at killing. If they want to compete, they’ll have to come up with new methods. Maybe chemical and biological weapons. Making WWI-style gas is not hard, and it would work great on civilian gatherings.

The left isn’t offering a solution. They’re not trying to get us to do something, with the intention of leaving us alone if we comply. They hate us for existing. Something we can’t stop doing. We’re like Jews in Nazi Germany. If we breathe, it’s violence against the left.

It’s interesting, if you think about it. In a way, we share a goal. They want us gone. God will eventually want us gone, because he will take us. Many of us want to be gone.

In other news, I fried chicken again today. I can’t stop. I bought whole chicken breasts because I realized drumsticks and wings were overrated. I cut the bones out and turned the breasts into smaller pieces. I saved the skin because without it, fried chicken is useless. I can’t buy boneless breasts with skin. Wish I could.

I still need more seasoning. I increased it a lot today, and it wasn’t enough. I’m going to jack up the white pepper, and I’m going to use a lot more ginger. I’m also going to throw in some sage.

It seems like 325 is the best frying temperature. Anything higher, and you get black marks on your breading.

I figure I’ll fry again on Tuesday. I’ll make smaller pieces, and I’ll increase the seasoning. I have high hopes.

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Forgot to add this. I have not been happy with the time it takes biscuits to brown, so today I tried 475°, and it worked very well. After 12 minutes (not the usual 14), the biscuits were unusually tall, and they browned well. They really blew up.

I have to explore the insides of a couple to make sure, but it looks like high heat is the way to go. Women are usually the ones who make biscuits, and women are afraid to use high heat, so maybe I should not be surprised if most people are using the wrong temperature.