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November 7, 2023
Animal Farms and Horse Ranches
In my book, Tales of American Idiocy, I describe a peaceful Montana Ranch by the name of Horse Ranch. I wanted to nod at Orwell's Animal Farm with a similar name and similar style of story: the anthropomorphic allegory tackling a dangerous ideology. While Animal Farm dealt with Communism, Horse Ranch takes on Political Islam, the deadliest ideology on the face of the earth-one responsible for over 250 million deaths worldwide.
Horse Ranch is governed by a two-party political system consisting of the donkeys Demi and Crate, and a group of steers led by the longhorn Tex. The story opens with the two political factions hearing Luka’s testimony. Luka is a German Shepheard who lost a leg while serving as a bomb detection dog in Afghanistan.
Luka warns against the donkeys’ plan to bring in refugee camels, citing her experience overseas. She begs the animals to vote "no" on the matter.
She is of course laughed at, derided, and called a "speciesist" by the donkeys and their followers. "Speciesist" is the animal version of "racist."
The story progresses with the animals voting on the matter, but it matters not because the donkeys have rigged the vote, the steers do nothing about it, and of course the camels are brought in. What ensues is pandemonium and the destruction of the ranch. Ironically, the donkeys are the first casualties of the war the camels bring with them. (If only OUR politicians were the first casualties of the policies they force on us!)
Immigration without Representation from Middle Eastern countries is an especially bitter pill for us GWOT veterans because we were promised more times than I can count "You have to fight them there so you won’t' fight them here." But unwise immigration policies guarantee that we WILL have to fight them here and even worse, our children will have to fight them here.
This is because everything we have been taught about Political Islam is wrong. It does not mean peace, it means submission. It is also not a religion of peace. It is the religion of the perpetually pissed off. In other words, you can be as nice as pie to Islam, and it will still hate you. Its followers are always angry at something, and they find new reasons to be angry every day.
If you think I am wrong, go ahead and try to win Islam over. We tried for 20 years. We brought the Islamists food, built them schools, and gave their children medical care. Though there were a few grateful souls, most of Iraq and Afghanistan still hated us, and it doesn't surprise me, for Islam is not just another religion. Islam is a special breed of darkness. And you cannot win hearts full of darkness just like you cannot win minds that only read, focus, and obsess over the false sense of superiority that Political Islam brings.
I regret putting the story at the front of the book because it confused a lot of my readers. GWOT veterans and assimilated Middle Eastern immigrants love it, but most Americans don't' get it-and therein lies the problem.
The Biden administration and his ilk want to bring us into another war involving entities most of us don't understand because our education system has sugar coated this turd to the point that most of us don't know it's a turd.
And you must know what you're fighting before you can have any chance at success. Until we come to terms with what Political Islam REALLY is, and our politicians admit what Islam REALLY is, we will be doomed to lose against it.
And we will be doomed to have more of its “refugees” turn our lands into a living hell, if our lands survive it at all.
Horse Ranch is governed by a two-party political system consisting of the donkeys Demi and Crate, and a group of steers led by the longhorn Tex. The story opens with the two political factions hearing Luka’s testimony. Luka is a German Shepheard who lost a leg while serving as a bomb detection dog in Afghanistan.
Luka warns against the donkeys’ plan to bring in refugee camels, citing her experience overseas. She begs the animals to vote "no" on the matter.
She is of course laughed at, derided, and called a "speciesist" by the donkeys and their followers. "Speciesist" is the animal version of "racist."
The story progresses with the animals voting on the matter, but it matters not because the donkeys have rigged the vote, the steers do nothing about it, and of course the camels are brought in. What ensues is pandemonium and the destruction of the ranch. Ironically, the donkeys are the first casualties of the war the camels bring with them. (If only OUR politicians were the first casualties of the policies they force on us!)
Immigration without Representation from Middle Eastern countries is an especially bitter pill for us GWOT veterans because we were promised more times than I can count "You have to fight them there so you won’t' fight them here." But unwise immigration policies guarantee that we WILL have to fight them here and even worse, our children will have to fight them here.
This is because everything we have been taught about Political Islam is wrong. It does not mean peace, it means submission. It is also not a religion of peace. It is the religion of the perpetually pissed off. In other words, you can be as nice as pie to Islam, and it will still hate you. Its followers are always angry at something, and they find new reasons to be angry every day.
If you think I am wrong, go ahead and try to win Islam over. We tried for 20 years. We brought the Islamists food, built them schools, and gave their children medical care. Though there were a few grateful souls, most of Iraq and Afghanistan still hated us, and it doesn't surprise me, for Islam is not just another religion. Islam is a special breed of darkness. And you cannot win hearts full of darkness just like you cannot win minds that only read, focus, and obsess over the false sense of superiority that Political Islam brings.
I regret putting the story at the front of the book because it confused a lot of my readers. GWOT veterans and assimilated Middle Eastern immigrants love it, but most Americans don't' get it-and therein lies the problem.
The Biden administration and his ilk want to bring us into another war involving entities most of us don't understand because our education system has sugar coated this turd to the point that most of us don't know it's a turd.
And you must know what you're fighting before you can have any chance at success. Until we come to terms with what Political Islam REALLY is, and our politicians admit what Islam REALLY is, we will be doomed to lose against it.
And we will be doomed to have more of its “refugees” turn our lands into a living hell, if our lands survive it at all.
October 31, 2023
Don’t let the Devil Take What’s Ours
It's that time of year again-Halloween, a festival many Christians recoil from the way a vampire shrinks from garlic. Many have a hatred, animosity, and downright repulsion for the strange holiday, and I don’t’ blame them. After all, they think it belongs to the devil, when the reality couldn’t be further from the truth.
The holiday didn’t originate from the Celtic festival of Samhain as some think, but from the Roman festival of Luminaire in which the Romans would put out sweet cakes to appease restless souls. It was believed by Roman pagans that the border between this world and the next thinned on that day, and the spirits of the dead walked across it.
When Christianity became the preferred religion in Rome, the festival's meaning was changed to honor the saints, people who were martyred in horrific ways to bring us the faith. Remembrance of the saints’ sacrifices gives Halloween its creepy and macabre nature because by sacrifice, I’m not just talking about the cross. I’m talking about the rack, the axe, the sword, boiling oil, the iron maiden, the rope, the firing squad, and a litany of other deaths so horrific that, if I made a haunted house detailing all these sufferings, I would need liability waivers at the front and ambulances waiting at the back for the heart and anxiety attacks this blatant reality would induce.
We have a tendency to focus only on the good that the faith has to offer, but Christianity cannot exist without the cross. It also would not exist without the other “crosses” endured over the years by saints who gave up everything to bring us the faith.
Halloween is a reminder of this. The fact that some pervert it with devil worship and inappropriate decorations does not change what it is. It is all Hallows Eve, the day before the Catholic Holy Day of All Saints Day. It is remembrance. It is a celebration and a reminder that we cannot have eternal life without the grave.
In short Halloween is ours. It has always been and will always be ours. The devil is trying to take it away.
Don’t let him.
The holiday didn’t originate from the Celtic festival of Samhain as some think, but from the Roman festival of Luminaire in which the Romans would put out sweet cakes to appease restless souls. It was believed by Roman pagans that the border between this world and the next thinned on that day, and the spirits of the dead walked across it.
When Christianity became the preferred religion in Rome, the festival's meaning was changed to honor the saints, people who were martyred in horrific ways to bring us the faith. Remembrance of the saints’ sacrifices gives Halloween its creepy and macabre nature because by sacrifice, I’m not just talking about the cross. I’m talking about the rack, the axe, the sword, boiling oil, the iron maiden, the rope, the firing squad, and a litany of other deaths so horrific that, if I made a haunted house detailing all these sufferings, I would need liability waivers at the front and ambulances waiting at the back for the heart and anxiety attacks this blatant reality would induce.
We have a tendency to focus only on the good that the faith has to offer, but Christianity cannot exist without the cross. It also would not exist without the other “crosses” endured over the years by saints who gave up everything to bring us the faith.
Halloween is a reminder of this. The fact that some pervert it with devil worship and inappropriate decorations does not change what it is. It is all Hallows Eve, the day before the Catholic Holy Day of All Saints Day. It is remembrance. It is a celebration and a reminder that we cannot have eternal life without the grave.
In short Halloween is ours. It has always been and will always be ours. The devil is trying to take it away.
Don’t let him.
October 24, 2023
Arabian Nights, American Days
Aladdin is one of the most popular stories about the Middle East. Brought to the West by the Frenchman Antoine Gallad in the 1700’s, Aladdin has been celebrated through the ages and inspired several adaptations, to include a Disney version in the 1990’s, but Aladdin is just a part of a bigger story, a piece of a greater message and one of 1001 nights.
The bigger story, that of the Arabian Nights, is about one woman’s bravery and willingness to take on a dangerous and tyrannical ruler.
The tale goes like this: the sultan was betrayed and hurt by his wife-so much so that he not only executes her for her treachery- he extends her guilt to the young women of his kingdom. After she is dead, the Sultan marries one virgin every day only to have his way with her that night and execute her the following morning-just in time to marry another and repeat the horrific cycle.
This goes on for a while, naturally putting the kingdom in great distress. At last, a very brave and talented woman named Sheherazade volunteers to become the sultan’s wife. But she has no intentions of dying. She has a plan.
You see, Sheherazade was a very talented storyteller. The night she marries the Sultan, she tells him a story but leaves it on a cliffhanger, regretting the fact that she is to be executed the next day, for if that were not so, she would conclude it.
The king so wants to hear the end of the story that he postpones his plans to kill her-but only for one more night!
She finishes the story the next night only to start another and leave that one on a cliffhanger, further postponing her execution until 1001 nights have gone by. Aladdin is one of the stories she tells during these 1001 nights. She eventually runs out of stories, but by that time, the Sultan has fallen in love with her. He then sees the evil of his ways and declares that Sheherazade will remain his wife and queen indefinitely.
I doubt I am as good as Sheherazade, or if she even existed, but I admire the character’s bravery and wit. She walked into the lion’s den and toward almost certain death for a chance at making a difference. For this reason, I identify with her and consider her one of my role models, one of the people I look up to when I’m struggling with how to do this or continue.
Sheherazade had Arabian Nights. I’ve got American Days. Sheherazade did what she could to save her home and the women in it. I’m not sure how many American Days I’ve got but until they run out, I’ll keep doing what I can for a chance at saving my home and the people in it.
If that means telling 1001 tales, then God willing that is what I’ll do.
The bigger story, that of the Arabian Nights, is about one woman’s bravery and willingness to take on a dangerous and tyrannical ruler.
The tale goes like this: the sultan was betrayed and hurt by his wife-so much so that he not only executes her for her treachery- he extends her guilt to the young women of his kingdom. After she is dead, the Sultan marries one virgin every day only to have his way with her that night and execute her the following morning-just in time to marry another and repeat the horrific cycle.
This goes on for a while, naturally putting the kingdom in great distress. At last, a very brave and talented woman named Sheherazade volunteers to become the sultan’s wife. But she has no intentions of dying. She has a plan.
You see, Sheherazade was a very talented storyteller. The night she marries the Sultan, she tells him a story but leaves it on a cliffhanger, regretting the fact that she is to be executed the next day, for if that were not so, she would conclude it.
The king so wants to hear the end of the story that he postpones his plans to kill her-but only for one more night!
She finishes the story the next night only to start another and leave that one on a cliffhanger, further postponing her execution until 1001 nights have gone by. Aladdin is one of the stories she tells during these 1001 nights. She eventually runs out of stories, but by that time, the Sultan has fallen in love with her. He then sees the evil of his ways and declares that Sheherazade will remain his wife and queen indefinitely.
I doubt I am as good as Sheherazade, or if she even existed, but I admire the character’s bravery and wit. She walked into the lion’s den and toward almost certain death for a chance at making a difference. For this reason, I identify with her and consider her one of my role models, one of the people I look up to when I’m struggling with how to do this or continue.
Sheherazade had Arabian Nights. I’ve got American Days. Sheherazade did what she could to save her home and the women in it. I’m not sure how many American Days I’ve got but until they run out, I’ll keep doing what I can for a chance at saving my home and the people in it.
If that means telling 1001 tales, then God willing that is what I’ll do.
October 17, 2023
Regarding Political Veils
With all of the talk in the news lately about the Middle East, I thought I’d dedicate a piece to a custom that came from there, the custom of political veiling.
It is a subject near and dear to my heart because my Avatar is a harem maiden. I picked this Avatar because I wanted something eccentric and historic with which to represent myself. I also wanted something that nodded, albeit vaguely, to my experience as a GWOT veteran. For those who don’t know, a harem maiden is a sex slave who served a ruler or nobleman in the old Islamic Empires. These women usually lived together in a large dormitory-like setting and were cared for by a eunuch or madam.
Compared to other slaves, their lives were relatively easy. They just had to look pretty and be ready when the Islamic ruler called them. If that coupling resulted in a pregnancy, then they had to see that through, but comparatively speaking, it was one of the better slavery roles in the old world.
But they were still slaves. Their comings and goings were closely monitored and restricted, and they had to dress a certain way so they could be identified. Remember under Sharia (Islamic) Law, not all people are equal. Political Islam recognizes different kinds of people and prescribes different treatments for such people. Different women had to be properly identified so they could be properly handled, and in the old Islamic world, veiled women were both slave and free.
The Muslim women (usually considered “free”) had to wear thicker, drab veils, while the harem maidens either wore gauzy, pretty black veils, or no veils at all. The different style of dress helped others sort and identify different women.
Thus, the veil was and IS a political tool of division. Let me explain.
We’ve recently had an experience with political veils. They called them masks, but they were political veils because the most veiled states continued to contract COVID at the same rates the red states did. This is because COVID is airborne, and surgical masks do nothing to protect against airborne things. I know this is shocking for Fauci enthusiasts out there, but I defer to Iraq for an explanation.
Like viruses, chemical particles are tiny, so a soldier requires special protection from them to survive. During the 2003 invasion of Iraq, we were constantly assaulted by the gas alarm. It went off all times of the day-when we were eating, sleeping, in the shower. It was so bad we were ordered to always have our gas masks within arm’s reach. Now granted, most of those missiles didn’t have chemicals in them, but we wouldn’t find this out until later. So, until then, we spent a good portion of our day sealing these rubber implements on our faces. Eight seconds was the rule-have it on in that time. Anything more and the poison would eat our lungs- and I hustled until I had the perfect eight second routine. All of us did.
I understood seals, gases, and the permeability of microscopic organisms and poisons. If someone had suggested that I shed my high-tech mask in favor of a flimsy surgical veil, I would have likely shot them for fear their stupidity would have gotten myself or someone else killed.
And yet, society accepted that flimsy face masks-that political veils-stop the microscopic and forced this idiocy upon others. Even amid overwhelming scientific evidence to the contrary this was done, and I know why. It wasn’t because they were trying to stop COVID. They were trying to establish a superior and inferior social class. They, like the Islamic societies of old, were trying to normalize the political veil.
And for a time, they succeeded!
If you doubt me, Google the birthday party Obama threw himself during COVID. You will see his fresh face breathing fresh air while his wait staff stand like good little slaves- like harem maidens-veiled along the back of the wall awaiting their caliph’s command. This is only one example; a few searches will yield many such cases of politicians exploiting their Dhimmi servants.
The elites wanted (and still want) us properly identified and handled. But that’s ok. I will give the bastards what they want. I wear that veil, not because I like the veil, but because I will never let them forget what they did to us, or that I, like the harem maidens of old-know the veils’ true purpose. If I ever appear at a book signing, I will be veiled.
But my knowledge won’t be.
It is a subject near and dear to my heart because my Avatar is a harem maiden. I picked this Avatar because I wanted something eccentric and historic with which to represent myself. I also wanted something that nodded, albeit vaguely, to my experience as a GWOT veteran. For those who don’t know, a harem maiden is a sex slave who served a ruler or nobleman in the old Islamic Empires. These women usually lived together in a large dormitory-like setting and were cared for by a eunuch or madam.
Compared to other slaves, their lives were relatively easy. They just had to look pretty and be ready when the Islamic ruler called them. If that coupling resulted in a pregnancy, then they had to see that through, but comparatively speaking, it was one of the better slavery roles in the old world.
But they were still slaves. Their comings and goings were closely monitored and restricted, and they had to dress a certain way so they could be identified. Remember under Sharia (Islamic) Law, not all people are equal. Political Islam recognizes different kinds of people and prescribes different treatments for such people. Different women had to be properly identified so they could be properly handled, and in the old Islamic world, veiled women were both slave and free.
The Muslim women (usually considered “free”) had to wear thicker, drab veils, while the harem maidens either wore gauzy, pretty black veils, or no veils at all. The different style of dress helped others sort and identify different women.
Thus, the veil was and IS a political tool of division. Let me explain.
We’ve recently had an experience with political veils. They called them masks, but they were political veils because the most veiled states continued to contract COVID at the same rates the red states did. This is because COVID is airborne, and surgical masks do nothing to protect against airborne things. I know this is shocking for Fauci enthusiasts out there, but I defer to Iraq for an explanation.
Like viruses, chemical particles are tiny, so a soldier requires special protection from them to survive. During the 2003 invasion of Iraq, we were constantly assaulted by the gas alarm. It went off all times of the day-when we were eating, sleeping, in the shower. It was so bad we were ordered to always have our gas masks within arm’s reach. Now granted, most of those missiles didn’t have chemicals in them, but we wouldn’t find this out until later. So, until then, we spent a good portion of our day sealing these rubber implements on our faces. Eight seconds was the rule-have it on in that time. Anything more and the poison would eat our lungs- and I hustled until I had the perfect eight second routine. All of us did.
I understood seals, gases, and the permeability of microscopic organisms and poisons. If someone had suggested that I shed my high-tech mask in favor of a flimsy surgical veil, I would have likely shot them for fear their stupidity would have gotten myself or someone else killed.
And yet, society accepted that flimsy face masks-that political veils-stop the microscopic and forced this idiocy upon others. Even amid overwhelming scientific evidence to the contrary this was done, and I know why. It wasn’t because they were trying to stop COVID. They were trying to establish a superior and inferior social class. They, like the Islamic societies of old, were trying to normalize the political veil.
And for a time, they succeeded!
If you doubt me, Google the birthday party Obama threw himself during COVID. You will see his fresh face breathing fresh air while his wait staff stand like good little slaves- like harem maidens-veiled along the back of the wall awaiting their caliph’s command. This is only one example; a few searches will yield many such cases of politicians exploiting their Dhimmi servants.
The elites wanted (and still want) us properly identified and handled. But that’s ok. I will give the bastards what they want. I wear that veil, not because I like the veil, but because I will never let them forget what they did to us, or that I, like the harem maidens of old-know the veils’ true purpose. If I ever appear at a book signing, I will be veiled.
But my knowledge won’t be.
October 10, 2023
The Value of Offense
These days we are told getting offended is one of the worst things that can happen to us. As such, we go out of our way to avoid being offended and likewise offending others. To make offenses sound even worse, we’ve created a new buzzword for them: microaggressions, and God help you if you cause them!
Why these days, you don’t even have to say anything to offend! You can smile the wrong way (Orwell called this “face crime.”) You can even offend someone with your very existence if you are part of the wrong, “privileged” group.
But what if there was value in offense? What if they don’t want you offended because being offended can help you grow?
Jesus offended people with stories, names, and even His own philosophy. He also made no apologies for it. He called the elites of his day “snakes and vipers.” He offended a banking system by cracking a whip and turning over its tables. He told a rich man he had to part with his riches and informed his followers they had to resort to what looked like cannibalism.
Talk about offensive!
But it was all said and done for a purpose-the betterment and ultimate salvation of mankind. Offense might be uncomfortable, but it is not a horrible thing. Without offense, what would challenge our worldview, or save us from a potentially disastrous end? What would correct us when we are wrong-thus inspiring us to live up to our full potential?
Consider this:
If you see a friend headed for ruin, you try to stop them. If your mother is an alcoholic, you contact AA. If your cousin is a drug addict, you hold an intervention. You tell them they’re wrong. You shake them awake. You slap them (verbally as well as physically sometimes). You offend. And you do it out of love.
I offend people with my writing. To the left, it is very offensive. But I don’t offend for the sake of offending. I offend so people can be better. Do better. Act better.
Offending others and being offended isn’t’ comfortable, but the path to self-destruction is even worse. Not living up to your full potential is also similarly tragic. In order to get where we’re going, we must “be perfect, as our Heavenly Father is perfect.” Matthew 5:48. Offense is a step above constructive criticism and one of the things needed to achieve that perfection. And while I don’t know for sure, I suspect the elites know this.
Don’t let them take it from you.
Why these days, you don’t even have to say anything to offend! You can smile the wrong way (Orwell called this “face crime.”) You can even offend someone with your very existence if you are part of the wrong, “privileged” group.
But what if there was value in offense? What if they don’t want you offended because being offended can help you grow?
Jesus offended people with stories, names, and even His own philosophy. He also made no apologies for it. He called the elites of his day “snakes and vipers.” He offended a banking system by cracking a whip and turning over its tables. He told a rich man he had to part with his riches and informed his followers they had to resort to what looked like cannibalism.
Talk about offensive!
But it was all said and done for a purpose-the betterment and ultimate salvation of mankind. Offense might be uncomfortable, but it is not a horrible thing. Without offense, what would challenge our worldview, or save us from a potentially disastrous end? What would correct us when we are wrong-thus inspiring us to live up to our full potential?
Consider this:
If you see a friend headed for ruin, you try to stop them. If your mother is an alcoholic, you contact AA. If your cousin is a drug addict, you hold an intervention. You tell them they’re wrong. You shake them awake. You slap them (verbally as well as physically sometimes). You offend. And you do it out of love.
I offend people with my writing. To the left, it is very offensive. But I don’t offend for the sake of offending. I offend so people can be better. Do better. Act better.
Offending others and being offended isn’t’ comfortable, but the path to self-destruction is even worse. Not living up to your full potential is also similarly tragic. In order to get where we’re going, we must “be perfect, as our Heavenly Father is perfect.” Matthew 5:48. Offense is a step above constructive criticism and one of the things needed to achieve that perfection. And while I don’t know for sure, I suspect the elites know this.
Don’t let them take it from you.
October 3, 2023
In Praise of Our Pets
We love our pets, and perhaps that’s the reason why the internet is littered with their videos. They are a comedic and soothing presence, and what’s more, they know it!
Unlike humans, animals don’t struggle with their life’s mission or worry about self-improvement. They’re not concerned with becoming something. They already ARE something-sinless, and purpose filled beings, and they live their meaningful lives with full happiness until we have to say goodbye to them.
They know what they are supposed to do: Love their humans and be there for them. It’s a humble mission, and they are content with it! They don’t long for mansions, boats, or luxuries. They long for you (and maybe a little bit of food along the way.) They know the value of a human being and they are invested in it.
There’s a lesson there-be happy with your life’s mission-whatever it may be! However, humble it is! After all, they are, and we love them for it!
This Saturday (I mean Caturday) I will be joining Mike Meyers on the Radio Hope show to discuss cats. People assume I am a cat person because of Chester and how many cats I post, but really, I am an animal person. If I knew a gator wouldn’t bite me, I’d cuddle one of those too.
However, the cat deserves our praise on Saturday, for the internet videos if nothing else, and so I will be lauding him.
I hope you’ll join in.
Unlike humans, animals don’t struggle with their life’s mission or worry about self-improvement. They’re not concerned with becoming something. They already ARE something-sinless, and purpose filled beings, and they live their meaningful lives with full happiness until we have to say goodbye to them.
They know what they are supposed to do: Love their humans and be there for them. It’s a humble mission, and they are content with it! They don’t long for mansions, boats, or luxuries. They long for you (and maybe a little bit of food along the way.) They know the value of a human being and they are invested in it.
There’s a lesson there-be happy with your life’s mission-whatever it may be! However, humble it is! After all, they are, and we love them for it!
This Saturday (I mean Caturday) I will be joining Mike Meyers on the Radio Hope show to discuss cats. People assume I am a cat person because of Chester and how many cats I post, but really, I am an animal person. If I knew a gator wouldn’t bite me, I’d cuddle one of those too.
However, the cat deserves our praise on Saturday, for the internet videos if nothing else, and so I will be lauding him.
I hope you’ll join in.
September 26, 2023
Learning from the Last Part Three
A few blog posts back I talked about “the last.” For those of you who missed it, “the last” are members of society that most of us overlook or have thrown away. The last can be of any income level, and I’ve spent previous posts focusing on the wealthy and poor last. Now, I turn my attention to America’s Middle Last. They are the average working stiffs, watching inflation and taxes rise inversely to their incomes and struggling to do “the right thing” in a society increasingly determined to do wrong.
They are called everything from racists to patriots, with a lot of the “r” word from our media on set and likely some four-letter words off camera. There have been calls for their harassment and assassination. They have seen their businesses looted by criminals and their children killed by illegals. They have seen their historical statues and sites defaced and the names of their military bases changed.
They are truly “the last.” For now, they are the majority in this country, although it seems Bidens’ hyenas (I mean invaders) are determined to make them a minority. It’s very possible you are one of them, dear reader, and if you are not, you know some.
Remember Christ told us that the last shall be first and the first shall be made last. In other words, the people hated here on earth simply because of who they are will be loved and embraced by he King in Heaven, so for that very reason we should be trying to emulate them.
So, why are the patriots so hated? And what can we learn from these people?
I believe American’s Middle class are hated because they remember and value a world in which they were free. They will want it again, and once they figure out elections aren’t the way to get it….well let’s just say things will get very ugly for the elites. American’s Middle also values the constitution and Bible…two things which by their very existence pose a threat to the plans of the elites. As important as these two volumes are, they lack power without those who can remember, interpret, and teach them. Patriots can…and do. The elites want to stop them from doing this and recruiting others to their studies.
So…entre the never-ending slurs, enter the word “racist” until its meaning is lost, and we don’t know it from “racetrack.” Enter “oppressor” because every good communist knows you always accuse your enemy of what YOU really are. Enter the hate, and the never-ending verbal garbage. But for me the mud painting the patriots is like a laser painting, a target for a fighter jet. It lets me know who I should copy, who I should focus on, who I should be.
And you also should want to be last in this society, like them. like the homeless, like Trump. Because in this world they may be last, but in the next they shall be first.
Never forget that
They are called everything from racists to patriots, with a lot of the “r” word from our media on set and likely some four-letter words off camera. There have been calls for their harassment and assassination. They have seen their businesses looted by criminals and their children killed by illegals. They have seen their historical statues and sites defaced and the names of their military bases changed.
They are truly “the last.” For now, they are the majority in this country, although it seems Bidens’ hyenas (I mean invaders) are determined to make them a minority. It’s very possible you are one of them, dear reader, and if you are not, you know some.
Remember Christ told us that the last shall be first and the first shall be made last. In other words, the people hated here on earth simply because of who they are will be loved and embraced by he King in Heaven, so for that very reason we should be trying to emulate them.
So, why are the patriots so hated? And what can we learn from these people?
I believe American’s Middle class are hated because they remember and value a world in which they were free. They will want it again, and once they figure out elections aren’t the way to get it….well let’s just say things will get very ugly for the elites. American’s Middle also values the constitution and Bible…two things which by their very existence pose a threat to the plans of the elites. As important as these two volumes are, they lack power without those who can remember, interpret, and teach them. Patriots can…and do. The elites want to stop them from doing this and recruiting others to their studies.
So…entre the never-ending slurs, enter the word “racist” until its meaning is lost, and we don’t know it from “racetrack.” Enter “oppressor” because every good communist knows you always accuse your enemy of what YOU really are. Enter the hate, and the never-ending verbal garbage. But for me the mud painting the patriots is like a laser painting, a target for a fighter jet. It lets me know who I should copy, who I should focus on, who I should be.
And you also should want to be last in this society, like them. like the homeless, like Trump. Because in this world they may be last, but in the next they shall be first.
Never forget that
September 19, 2023
Learning From the Last Part Two
Society’s last are people that the elites and even most of us look down on with scorn, but perhaps shouldn’t for reasons I’m currently exploring. Last week I talked about what we could learn from the homeless and insane. Among these things were a connection to nature, spiritual perspectives, and even practical survival skills. This week I’d like to move up an economic rung or two to the wealthy last, and I think of no better individual to exemplify them than Donlad Trump
Yes, I know the name is like a bomb gone off. One can almost hear “Allah Akbar” preceding it. (Soldiers overseas often heard Allah Akbar just before something exploded.)
But love him, hate him, or indifferent to him, there is something we can learn from (Allah Akbar!) Trump. For one thing, the man never gives up, and I mean NEVER. He has been impeached twice, had his mugshot taken, and had more mud thrown at him than a mudslide and still, he returns for more. He is even trying to win the presidency again-arguably the most stressful position in the world and the thing that got him all this grief in the first place.
I can think of few other people who would want that.
He is also very confident. Some would call his narcissism, and perhaps they are right, but one can’t deny that Trump has full belief in his abilities to get things done, and he goes after said things with the tenacity of a tiger.
He also speaks up for another “last” segment of society-America’s middle class. There has been a lot of scorn and derision thrown at these people lately, and I will be talking about them next week. Trump speaks up for them, showing concern and care when the media and others have shown only derision.
It doesn’t matter what your feelings toward Trump are. I believe in giving credit where credit is due, and as we have seen, much credit is due to this man.
So, can you, like Trump, believe in yourself? Can you speak up for the last? Can you persist in the face of massive opposition?
Can you never give up?
Yes, I know the name is like a bomb gone off. One can almost hear “Allah Akbar” preceding it. (Soldiers overseas often heard Allah Akbar just before something exploded.)
But love him, hate him, or indifferent to him, there is something we can learn from (Allah Akbar!) Trump. For one thing, the man never gives up, and I mean NEVER. He has been impeached twice, had his mugshot taken, and had more mud thrown at him than a mudslide and still, he returns for more. He is even trying to win the presidency again-arguably the most stressful position in the world and the thing that got him all this grief in the first place.
I can think of few other people who would want that.
He is also very confident. Some would call his narcissism, and perhaps they are right, but one can’t deny that Trump has full belief in his abilities to get things done, and he goes after said things with the tenacity of a tiger.
He also speaks up for another “last” segment of society-America’s middle class. There has been a lot of scorn and derision thrown at these people lately, and I will be talking about them next week. Trump speaks up for them, showing concern and care when the media and others have shown only derision.
It doesn’t matter what your feelings toward Trump are. I believe in giving credit where credit is due, and as we have seen, much credit is due to this man.
So, can you, like Trump, believe in yourself? Can you speak up for the last? Can you persist in the face of massive opposition?
Can you never give up?
September 12, 2023
Learning From the Last
A few blog posts back I talked about “the last.” For those of you who missed it, “the last” are members of society that most of us overlook or have thrown away. The last can be of any income level, but for the purposes of this piece I’d like to focus on the homeless and insane. They, like other “lasts” are the scorn of the elites and supposedly the scum we dare not seek.
But maybe we should.
Though not without their struggles, the homeless and insane have stepped outside of the rat race. They are disconnected from our doldrums of stagnant salaries and high inflation. The frivolousness of Hollywood is of no concern to them, and because they’re not obsessed with the things that we are, they can connect with other things. Deeper things.
They have a better connection to nature; it would be hard for a homeless person sleeping on the earth not to. “Grounding” is becoming a popular health trend; a quick internet search yields pictures of people lying on the earth or even connecting their limbs to it with wires.
Homeless would have an advantage in this area; they “ground” every night.
Many of us have also seen the homeless and insane screaming at the air, talking to things visible only in their mind. Or so we think.
While I won’t’ dismiss mental illness as a cause of most of these cases, I must for a minute consider the spiritual. It is easy to see how a disconnect from this sometimes-overwhelming physical world makes these people more susceptible to the spiritual. They could be trying to rebuke spirits of darkness.
On the opposite, they may be better able to interpret spirits of light, God’s will, or the angelic host around them. If so, could they share this skill with us?
The homeless also possess practical skills-skills that could be useful in an emergency. Numerous talking heads have warned of American’s aging grid and the consequences of its failure. Except for the streetlights and a few battery-operated devices, most homeless live without electricity daily. They have found a way to be “off grid” even while surrounded by it.
What could they teach us when the lights go out?
The movie The Day After Tomorrow entertains this possibility. In it, a homeless man trapped in a New York Library teaches college students how to stay warm and scrounge for food during a severe snowstorm.
Caring for the homeless is a universal Christian calling. The Catholic Church has written this into its dogma, considering it “one of the corporal works of mercy,” and Protestants have been no less dedicated. On the surface it seems like the homeless reap all the benefits, but that may be incorrect. The financial benefactors may also benefit, just in more obscure ways.
There’s more to this world than winning the rat race. Lily Tomlin once said: “the trouble with the rat race is, even if you win, you’re still a rat.” We’re called to be better than rats when we leave this world.
Perhaps learning from the last could help us accomplish this goal.
But maybe we should.
Though not without their struggles, the homeless and insane have stepped outside of the rat race. They are disconnected from our doldrums of stagnant salaries and high inflation. The frivolousness of Hollywood is of no concern to them, and because they’re not obsessed with the things that we are, they can connect with other things. Deeper things.
They have a better connection to nature; it would be hard for a homeless person sleeping on the earth not to. “Grounding” is becoming a popular health trend; a quick internet search yields pictures of people lying on the earth or even connecting their limbs to it with wires.
Homeless would have an advantage in this area; they “ground” every night.
Many of us have also seen the homeless and insane screaming at the air, talking to things visible only in their mind. Or so we think.
While I won’t’ dismiss mental illness as a cause of most of these cases, I must for a minute consider the spiritual. It is easy to see how a disconnect from this sometimes-overwhelming physical world makes these people more susceptible to the spiritual. They could be trying to rebuke spirits of darkness.
On the opposite, they may be better able to interpret spirits of light, God’s will, or the angelic host around them. If so, could they share this skill with us?
The homeless also possess practical skills-skills that could be useful in an emergency. Numerous talking heads have warned of American’s aging grid and the consequences of its failure. Except for the streetlights and a few battery-operated devices, most homeless live without electricity daily. They have found a way to be “off grid” even while surrounded by it.
What could they teach us when the lights go out?
The movie The Day After Tomorrow entertains this possibility. In it, a homeless man trapped in a New York Library teaches college students how to stay warm and scrounge for food during a severe snowstorm.
Caring for the homeless is a universal Christian calling. The Catholic Church has written this into its dogma, considering it “one of the corporal works of mercy,” and Protestants have been no less dedicated. On the surface it seems like the homeless reap all the benefits, but that may be incorrect. The financial benefactors may also benefit, just in more obscure ways.
There’s more to this world than winning the rat race. Lily Tomlin once said: “the trouble with the rat race is, even if you win, you’re still a rat.” We’re called to be better than rats when we leave this world.
Perhaps learning from the last could help us accomplish this goal.
September 5, 2023
Better Than I Deserve
There’s a gentleman I see in my daily travels. His job is to keep the complex where I live safe. Rather than saying he is “fine” when I ask him, he replies, “I’m better than I deserve.” He always says it with a smile, letting me know he believes it.
The first time I heard that phrase it really struck me and made me think. It also made me feel better because when I heard it, I had had a particularly rough day. This laborer’s admission made me realize that, despite my struggles, I was in good health that day. I hadn’t been in an automobile accident. I’d had enough to eat and would have enough to eat that evening.
In summary, I too, was doing much “better than I deserved.”
This is in line with the philosophy of Christianity-a system that says that we are all miserably flawed and guilty, but that God withholds His judgment because He looks more at our hearts than He does at our performance. He considers if we are trying to do the right thing, and as we grow, He allows us to be much better than we deserve. He gives us time for improvement.
So, is this you? More importantly, is this your attitude? Are you, like the gentleman at my gate grateful despite your challenges?
If not, now is a good time to count your blessings. Acknowledge them. Speak to God about them; thank Him for them before asking for anything else, because it’s more likely than not you too are doing better than you deserve.
The first time I heard that phrase it really struck me and made me think. It also made me feel better because when I heard it, I had had a particularly rough day. This laborer’s admission made me realize that, despite my struggles, I was in good health that day. I hadn’t been in an automobile accident. I’d had enough to eat and would have enough to eat that evening.
In summary, I too, was doing much “better than I deserved.”
This is in line with the philosophy of Christianity-a system that says that we are all miserably flawed and guilty, but that God withholds His judgment because He looks more at our hearts than He does at our performance. He considers if we are trying to do the right thing, and as we grow, He allows us to be much better than we deserve. He gives us time for improvement.
So, is this you? More importantly, is this your attitude? Are you, like the gentleman at my gate grateful despite your challenges?
If not, now is a good time to count your blessings. Acknowledge them. Speak to God about them; thank Him for them before asking for anything else, because it’s more likely than not you too are doing better than you deserve.
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