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November 28, 2023
Beware Shiny Object Syndrome
The Christmas Season is magical. Filled with lights, decorations, and cheer, it has rightly been called “the most wonderful time of the year.” Even atheists love to celebrate our Christmas, and Muslims are jealous they don’t have something similar. Dennis Prager, a devout Jew, defends the holiday mightily despite his disbelief in its source. And how could they not love Christmas? After all, it’s filled with shiny objects.
Thus “shiny object syndrome” or the syndrome of the easily distracted, is easy to fall prey to during the Christmas season.
I liken shiny object syndrome to a cat eating his breakfast when suddenly a red dot from a laser pointer appears! That cat abandons his food to chase the red dot. Minutes later, he abandons the red dot to look at birds outside, and a minute after that, he is drooling over his human’s breakfast. In short, that cat is easily distracted by the shiny objects in his life, and he moves quickly from one to the other without accomplishing anything.
We live in a noisy, materialistic society, a society filled with beauty and opportunities sadly detached from greater meaning. Inflation has also driven many Americans to a busier lifestyle via the necessity of a second or even third job. With all of this distraction, it’s easy to forget our greater mission on this earth; in the holiday season, it’s easier to forget Christmas’ greater meaning.
Couple this with the never-ending cultural assaults on Christmas, and we have virulent recipe for “shiny object syndrome.”
So, this year, try to enjoy the shiny objects without getting too distracted. Find time to contemplate and consider, and while you should enjoy the shiny objects, don’t let them lure you away from the deeper beauty of Christmas – and your deeper mission.
Thus “shiny object syndrome” or the syndrome of the easily distracted, is easy to fall prey to during the Christmas season.
I liken shiny object syndrome to a cat eating his breakfast when suddenly a red dot from a laser pointer appears! That cat abandons his food to chase the red dot. Minutes later, he abandons the red dot to look at birds outside, and a minute after that, he is drooling over his human’s breakfast. In short, that cat is easily distracted by the shiny objects in his life, and he moves quickly from one to the other without accomplishing anything.
We live in a noisy, materialistic society, a society filled with beauty and opportunities sadly detached from greater meaning. Inflation has also driven many Americans to a busier lifestyle via the necessity of a second or even third job. With all of this distraction, it’s easy to forget our greater mission on this earth; in the holiday season, it’s easier to forget Christmas’ greater meaning.
Couple this with the never-ending cultural assaults on Christmas, and we have virulent recipe for “shiny object syndrome.”
So, this year, try to enjoy the shiny objects without getting too distracted. Find time to contemplate and consider, and while you should enjoy the shiny objects, don’t let them lure you away from the deeper beauty of Christmas – and your deeper mission.
November 21, 2023
The Deadliest Addiction
I’d like to discuss the most dangerous addiction in the world, and it’s not what you think. It’s not the addiction to crack, meth, alcohol, caffeine, or gambling. It’s not the addiction to sex that fuels Pornhub or the addiction to adrenaline that feeds extreme sports. You didn’t hear about it during the DARE program in the 90’s, and it’s not dealt with in our rehab centers.
It’s the addiction to power, and right now many of our most wealthy- our “elites”-are suffering from it.
Like other addicts the power junkie is consumed by his or her need for more power. In other words, no matter how much they get, it is never enough, and they will do anything and hurt anyone for their next “fix."
Someone addicted to drugs will only hurt themselves and their inner circle. An alcoholic may cause an accident on the freeway, killing themselves and a few others. A sex addict may ruin their marriage, thus destroying their family. As tragic as these scenarios are, they are limited. There is a ripple of harm from addict to victims, but it is small and dies out quickly.
By contrast, the power junkie has almost unlimited potential to harm. They can harm millions-even billions-if they have enough money to do so, and our elites do. After all, they control the mainstream media to pump you full of fear. They manipulate the markets to make things too expensive. There is evidence that they control our elections and politicians. Heck, many of them ARE our politicians!
And they will never stop unless they are stopped.
So, remember this when they try to pump you full of fear or guilt. For the narrative they push is likely not the true unbiased knowledge of an expert, but admonishment from an addict.
And they don't need our obedience. They an "intervention."
It’s the addiction to power, and right now many of our most wealthy- our “elites”-are suffering from it.
Like other addicts the power junkie is consumed by his or her need for more power. In other words, no matter how much they get, it is never enough, and they will do anything and hurt anyone for their next “fix."
Someone addicted to drugs will only hurt themselves and their inner circle. An alcoholic may cause an accident on the freeway, killing themselves and a few others. A sex addict may ruin their marriage, thus destroying their family. As tragic as these scenarios are, they are limited. There is a ripple of harm from addict to victims, but it is small and dies out quickly.
By contrast, the power junkie has almost unlimited potential to harm. They can harm millions-even billions-if they have enough money to do so, and our elites do. After all, they control the mainstream media to pump you full of fear. They manipulate the markets to make things too expensive. There is evidence that they control our elections and politicians. Heck, many of them ARE our politicians!
And they will never stop unless they are stopped.
So, remember this when they try to pump you full of fear or guilt. For the narrative they push is likely not the true unbiased knowledge of an expert, but admonishment from an addict.
And they don't need our obedience. They an "intervention."
November 13, 2023
The Philosophy of the Unstoppable
What does it take to make a difference in today’s world? More importantly, what does it take to persist until you make such a difference? After all, they are everywhere. They are watching us read, type, buy, and commute. They are arresting us for memes and keeping us in solitary for walking the capital in between velvet ropes. De’Souza even has a documentary about it called Police State.
Sometimes I talk to them, just for fun. This is especially true on Tuesdays when I say hello to my FBI agent. But I am lucky; so far Jim hasn’t burst through my door yet with his guns blazing. Others have been far less fortunate.
But whether you are in actual prison or Facebook prison, the message the state sends is this: “Don’t do certain things, suggest certain things, or ask about certain things; if you do, we’ll destroy you.” It’s a hard message, and one that has never been sent to Americans by its government. We are in new, dangerous territory, and everyone is biting their nails.
But once you understand where it’s coming from and what can defeat it, you will have far less fear.
First, understand that this system-this police state-is scared, and they are lashing out as a result. They know Joe Biden’s installation looked “stank as hell,” to quote a teen in my family. They know they killed and injured a bunch of Americans with forced COVID shots. They know 31+ trillion in debt is unsustainable. They know importing millions of third worlders riddled with disease is unpopular. They know the inflation they caused is causing many Americans to go hungry. They know they are collapsing things. They know they are pissing people off.
And the people they are pissing off have guns.
What does a wild animal do when it is wounded, cornered, and surrounded by hostels? It lashes out. It bites, it growls, and sometimes foams at the mouth. And, though it is vastly disadvantaged, it can look scary.
I liken this government to that wild animal. It is wounded. It is incompetent. It is fucking up royally and fucking up a lot of lives with it. If things continue as they are, the system will collapse, and when that happens the government officials who hurt the people they were supposed to serve will be easy prey for the people whose lives they destroyed.
A wounded and cornered animal can still be dangerous, and there’s many things I wouldn’t recommend at this point against this behemoth. But remember that it is still wounded and cornered. It is still a dying animal, and there are many things more powerful than it.
God is one of them.
For years I ignored my talent. The material He gave me was controversial. It would likely get me in trouble. I knew this and so I demurred. But as things got worse and worse, I wondered if part of it was because I ignored what I was put on this earth to do. And I thought about what God would say once I told him that I wasted what He gave me.
His potential responses terrified me more than anything the US government could throw at me. In short, I began to fear God much more than I feared man. And so, for better or worse, here I am.
So, are you ready to fear God more than man? Are you ready to embrace the philosophy of the unstoppable? For once you fear Him more than man, that is what you will be.
Sometimes I talk to them, just for fun. This is especially true on Tuesdays when I say hello to my FBI agent. But I am lucky; so far Jim hasn’t burst through my door yet with his guns blazing. Others have been far less fortunate.
But whether you are in actual prison or Facebook prison, the message the state sends is this: “Don’t do certain things, suggest certain things, or ask about certain things; if you do, we’ll destroy you.” It’s a hard message, and one that has never been sent to Americans by its government. We are in new, dangerous territory, and everyone is biting their nails.
But once you understand where it’s coming from and what can defeat it, you will have far less fear.
First, understand that this system-this police state-is scared, and they are lashing out as a result. They know Joe Biden’s installation looked “stank as hell,” to quote a teen in my family. They know they killed and injured a bunch of Americans with forced COVID shots. They know 31+ trillion in debt is unsustainable. They know importing millions of third worlders riddled with disease is unpopular. They know the inflation they caused is causing many Americans to go hungry. They know they are collapsing things. They know they are pissing people off.
And the people they are pissing off have guns.
What does a wild animal do when it is wounded, cornered, and surrounded by hostels? It lashes out. It bites, it growls, and sometimes foams at the mouth. And, though it is vastly disadvantaged, it can look scary.
I liken this government to that wild animal. It is wounded. It is incompetent. It is fucking up royally and fucking up a lot of lives with it. If things continue as they are, the system will collapse, and when that happens the government officials who hurt the people they were supposed to serve will be easy prey for the people whose lives they destroyed.
A wounded and cornered animal can still be dangerous, and there’s many things I wouldn’t recommend at this point against this behemoth. But remember that it is still wounded and cornered. It is still a dying animal, and there are many things more powerful than it.
God is one of them.
For years I ignored my talent. The material He gave me was controversial. It would likely get me in trouble. I knew this and so I demurred. But as things got worse and worse, I wondered if part of it was because I ignored what I was put on this earth to do. And I thought about what God would say once I told him that I wasted what He gave me.
His potential responses terrified me more than anything the US government could throw at me. In short, I began to fear God much more than I feared man. And so, for better or worse, here I am.
So, are you ready to fear God more than man? Are you ready to embrace the philosophy of the unstoppable? For once you fear Him more than man, that is what you will be.
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
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