Covington Lawyers Begin the Big Payback

It's nice to see the beginning of the comeuppance for the mob against the Covington students. .

The lawyers representing Covington Catholic High School student Nick Sandmann and his family said Friday they have sent letters to media outlets, individual journalists, celebrities and Catholic organizations as the first step in possible libel and defamation lawsuits. 

The list includes 50-plus names of organizations or individuals: from presidential hopeful Elizabeth Warren to actress Alyssa Milano; individual journalists including Maggie Haberman, Ana Cabrera and David Brooks; national media outlets like the The New York Times, CNN, GQ and TMZ; and the dioceses of Covington and Lexington as well as the archdioceses of Louisville and Baltimore.

I hope that young Sandmann becomes rich, but I also hope that he doesn't lose his faith.

The worst thing about this mob against him and his fellows was to have their spiritual leaders -- the Dioceses -- join the mob and betray them without even knowing the full story. I've repeatedly pointed out that all mobs are demonic. Assuming that my assertion about mobs is correct, what can we conclude about the leaders of these dioceses?

We expect creatures like Kathy Griffin (on the list in the link above) and Alyssa Milano to stir up strife and call for blood. They are, after all, the declared enemies of white, pro-life Catholic young men.

The most painful thing for anyone, however, is to have a trusted friend stab you in the back and the dioceses' leaders were more than just friends to Sandmann, et. al.

They were the boys' spiritual fathers.

Those who the Covington students should have been able to trust were their Judases. One wonders which god they serve. One wonders who those leaders call "father."

And if those on the list are lucky this will be the most dire outcome for them.

There are worse fates.

(Thanks to Don Surber)

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Don't Let Big Media Pull Your Strings

Nine years ago, I concluded that the American populace was being herded in a second civil war by the various entities that make up what I call the Organized Left: mainstream media organizations and politicians – mostly, but not exclusively, Democrats -- and, as we’ve discovered of late, online media corporations. I tend to be resistant to repeating myself, but, every day – sometimes even more often – I get confirmation of my old conclusion.

I won’t bother going back over the distortions created by Big Media in the years between 2010 and this year. Two examples from the last two weeks will suffice.

First, we had the Covington/Nathan Phillips/Black Hebrew Israelites racial troika, wherein a teenage boy was savaged by Big Media and by even his own priest without any evidence that the boy had done anything wrong.

And two days ago, Arizona Central, a dogsbody of USA Today, published an opinion piece by someone named Rashaad Thomas -- an op-ed so poorly reasoned and written that some of my acquaintances thought it was satire.

A few weeks ago, I attended a holiday party at a downtown Phoenix restaurant. I walked around to view the photographs on the wall. 

Then a photograph caught my attention. 

Friends said, “It’s coal miners at a pub after work.” It was a photograph of coal miners with blackened faces. I asked a Latinx and white woman for their opinion. They said it looked like coal miners at a pub after work. Then they stepped back, frowned and said it’s men in blackface. 

I asked the waitress to speak with a manager. Instead, I spoke with a white restaurant owner. I explained to him why the photograph was offensive. Evidently, someone else had made a similar comment about the photograph before. 

Yet, the photograph remained on the wall. He said he would talk to the other owners and get back to me. While leaving, I asked him had he spoke with the other owners. He had not spoken with them, but mentioned Google said it's coal miners after work. (…) 

The context of the photograph is not the issue.

That last line is how you know that the author of this piece will refuse to see any point of view other than his own. And everything after that line has nothing to do with context or reason. It’s merely the bleating of a child in an adult body who has yet to learn that his feelings are not at the pinnacle of what matters.

But back to my own point. The most important thing about this opinion piece is that USA Today chose to publish it with all of its flaws for the same reasons that I discerned in 2010.

If the Left has been successful at keeping racial grievance in the forefront of black American agenda—in indoctrinating black Americans into believing that retaining racial anger at whites is inherent in being black and essential for black survival--it has also been successful in later years of producing a certain mindset in white Americans. Actually this seems to be two mindsets, but it is really a singular one—a two-headed beast. The first is guilt-fear and the second is unproductive anger. (…) 

The phenomenon of white guilt doesn’t merely mean that many white Americans feel guilty for the actions of pre-[Civil Rights Act] America. It also means that all white Americans must pay for the sins of their fathers and pay for a system from which they are perceived to still be the beneficiaries and to still have advantages over all other Americans simply due to being white. Stemming from that premise, all whites are guilty until proven innocent. (...) 

Individual guilt can be a positive thing: a motivator to get clean and make restitution to the wronged party. (And this Christian asserts that the identity of the wronged party is always the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob.) However, when group guilt is the matter at hand, there exists no actual defendant or plaintiff in reality. Under such a fantasy, the "plaintiff" can never be made whole and, obviously, the "defendant" can never be made to pay enough.

At the risk of re-posting my whole series on the topic, I’ll stop there, but, to repeat the point: anger is being ginned up between us, my fellow Americans. Anger and violence.

I saw the anger in the responses to the op-ed – totally justifiable. But, just as the op-ed writer needs to let go of his pointless anger, so do those who are angry at the insult offered to their hard-working coal-miner ancestors. Why? Because it feeds into what the elites – like those who own the USA Today Network – want for this country.

They want this country tearing itself apart in ferocious anger about things that both groups have probably forgotten. I mean, who in 2019 gives a rat’s about “blackface” except for Social Media race warriors, anyway? [UPDATE: Just in time, another blackface controversy.]

Here's the thing about the racial provocations that Big Media has repeatedly offered for our consumptions: if you leave the anger they may provoke unchecked and unexamined, at some point it will burst into rage. That's what the Organized Left is hoping for.

Don't be fooled. Examine yourself and talk with your family,and friends about any emotions produced by what we consume as news. Examine those who intentionally inflame tension between Americans of different colors. and, most importantly, trust in God. He will reveal things to you when you do that.

Don't let the "elites" who run USA Today and its foot soldiers like Rashaad Woods manipulate you.

Don't give them what they want.

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Secret About Abortion

Governor Andrew Cuomo (D-NY) signs a bill which legalizes the aborting of an unborn baby who is up to nine months in gestation.

How happy these people are to be able to take all the brakes off the abortion train! How wide are the smiles! But, the happiness etched on these different faces is there for different reasons. And I know why the black woman is smiling.

Consider one Kermit Gosnell, former abortionist and the most prolific (pardon the expression) lone serial killer in recorded history. Gosnell is a former abortionist because he is in prison. Gosnell is also black.

For certain, Gosnell believes that he was doing a great service to humanity and here's why I came to that conclusion:

There is a certain segment of the black American population -- an elite -- that looks down on the majority of blacks and believes that the world would be better off without them. Not too many non-blacks know this.

This elite has existed for a long time and what they think about the vast majority of blacks would make a Klansman blush. (One white person who does know: Anne Rice. She outlined the culture in her excellent, non-vampire novel, The Feast of All Saints.) From Gosnell's courtroom and jailhouse demeanor, I suspect that he is one of these self-styled elites.

It's said that many of his clientele were young black drug addicts and prostitutes. Someone like Gosnell would believe that he was doing the black race a favor by "culling the herd," that is, getting rid of the inferior members of his race. That he didn't even allow his victims the dignity of proper sanitary conditions and that he kept trophies of his youngest victims are just symptoms of his singular psychopathology ... and actually, the former makes sense given what I suspect about Gosnell. Puncturing uteri, over-drugging and passing along diseases through dirty instruments would -- and did -- cause many of the women to become sterile.

I’ve seen this evidence of this mindset expressed in comment sections on left-leaning news sites and blogs. And, years before the Gosnell horror came to light, I was shocked to hear it issue forth from a young black woman at an activist event. This woman said that she was pro-choice because it was cruel to allow children to be born to poor, single women and to drug-addicts. When I tried to counter that neither she nor anyone else could predict the future for a child born under such conditions, she legitimately brought up the odds. I raised the moral issue of murder as prescribed in the Bible, but, predictably, she was an atheist. I was at a loss.

On the aforementioned websites, I’ve seen black women call the pro-life movement racist. The reasoning? Allegedly, pro-lifers only want to save white babies! I was floored by the implication that saving white babies somehow means that pro-lifers are not advocating that non-white babies should be saved as well.

I’ve had a number of years to think about it and what I’ve concluded is this: people will make up all kinds of justifications, even self-contradictory ones, to allow themselves to sleep at night after making certain decisions, especially selfish decisions born (pardon the expression) of irresponsibility -- promiscuity being chief among these. Activists and politicians are merely providing the justification -- for different reasons, to be sure, but with the same outcome. Death.

Improving the race and fighting racism; that’s what these people and others like them have used to justify self-genocide.

So it is that the black woman in the photo is overjoyed that New York state will make it easier to improve the black race. I don’t know. Maybe she thinks black self-extermination is an improvement.

Many of my readers know that I had an abortion when I was a teenager and a miscarriage 13 years later when I was married. All of my children are in Heaven. When I became a Christian, murdering my child was the first thing for which I asked God to forgive me. But, before that, it was something I thought had put behind me and I even justified it to a certain extent.

God got ahold of me and stripped that self-deception away. (By the way, He’s still doing that about other self-righteousness I used to think was okay. That’s what He does for those He loves.)

Self-deception is a curse.

So now you know what the deal is with black democrat politicians and activists like that woman. And you know why black women are murdering their children in droves, at least in New York City. And it’s all happiness, joy and smiles  …

For now.

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Why They Blamed the Kid At First

The outrage engendered by the photo of a MAGA-hat-wearing white boy – Nicholas Sandmann -- who smiles while an old Native American man -- Nathan Phillips -- beats a drum in his face reminded me of something that I’ve been observing for a while.

My observation: a significant portion of Americans believes that whites are superior to all non-whites.

Thus did Sandmann's white teenaged male MAGA smile trigger irrational revulsion in the chattering class. Much of that revulsion was directed inward.

I bet this is what they saw.

Case in point for the latter: the initial outrage transcended political boundaries; a number of white male conservatives at the National Review condemned young Sandmann at the outset, showing that -- like a significant portion of the Left -- they, too, believe in the natural superiority and in the blood guiltiness of white men.

And here is further evidence for my overarching opinion: the whole scenario was provoked by the Black Hebrew Israelites (who?), who began this sordid episode of 2019 life by hurling gay and racial epithets at Sandmann and his boy’s school classmates, who are mostly white. And even BHI – ostensibly a black supremacism group – displays its underlying fear of black inferiority in relation to white males by taunting one of the black students among the school boys. They warned him that his classmates would “harvest his organs.”

But there has been little mainstream outrage at BHI for its non-PC behavior. In fairness, I doubt that the BHI members would give a rip if there had been. Mainstream outrage only works on those who care about their mainstream image.

(Side note: there are many groups who want all the benefits of being Jewish/Hebrew/Israelite but want none of the drawbacks.)

To review the players, we have:

• Black Hebrew Israelite men shouting insults at white boys – and at one black boy among them
• An American Indian man beating a drum in a white boy’s face, and
• The white boy smiling and saying nothing in response
• Mainstream media holding the boys responsible for the whole situation and ascribing no responsibility to black and Native American men.

The only solution to this problem is for you white dudes to abdicate all positions of religious, political, journalistic, familial, etc. power or die. Or both. I suppose that you all could start with the abdication part and let the rest of us run the world.

The end would come a lot quicker, which would be a plus, in my view.

Seriously, we of the darker persuasion are not expected to subscribe to the norms of civilized behavior, because, in the view of the Left and some of the Right, we are genetically incapable of it.  To all too many -- including many, many non-whites -- we are capable only of being victims of whites, even of white children. And non-white men have no moral agency. So they get a pass for behaving like children themselves.

But those who believe this will never admit it -- many not even to themselves.

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Link for My Novel Fixed

A pleasant side effect from the attention my last post received is that a few have expressed interest in my 2012 novel, Tale of the Tigers: Love is Not a Game, linked also on the left sidebar. Because of this, I was alerted that the Amazon link was bad; it has now been fixed.

You can get the Kindle version or the paperback version there. By the way, you don't need to own a Kindle to read the e-book. There's a free app.

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Musings on Illegal Aliens

Originally posted on Twitter as a thread. Getting a bit of attention.

Since I have one parent who was a legal immigrant to the US and another who is the descendant of African slaves brought to America, people sometimes think they can figure out what I think about illegal aliens.

I'll make it easy for them. I think all illegal aliens should GTFO and go fix their countries of origin. This includes illegal aliens from my father's country.

My father came here via the Mboya Airlift aka the Kennedy Airlift. When my parents divorced and my father's student visa expired, he went back to his country -- Kenya -- to try and fix things. (This was just before Kenya's independence in 1963 and a few years before the Immigration Act of 1965.)

The old man -- and his countrymen -- didn't fix much, but he tried and is still trying. Father is a socialist and was the product of an Old Way of socialist intervention -- one in which existed the presumption that there was an educable remnant among every people group; one capable of creating change in their own countries.

We are seeing the results of the New Way right now.

There are two types of Open Borders advocates and both are operating from two unspoken and separate but related premises:

• One is that illegal aliens who aren't white are genetically incapable of fixing their countries of origin.
• The second is that, because of the first, allowing them to overrun the US will take this country down and make it ripe for a fundamental socialist transformation.

And when I say "overrun," I mean this: no Ellis Island types of checks for infectious diseases; making allowance to function using the languages of origin rather than English; sanctuary cities and states; allowing illegal aliens to get on welfare, get drivers licenses and vote; providing in-state college tuition (whereas an out-of-state citizen or legal immigrant must pay much higher tuition) ...

The list is endless.

In short, when Open Borders advocates play the racism and white supremacism card(s) against those of us who want to see a real wall built on our southern border, they are projecting like a motherfucker.

Can natives of countries south of the US border fix their countries? I bet they could, but they need incentive. I say we should provide one aspect of it: make it very difficult to get into this country illegally and, thereby, away from the messes they and their own ancestors have made.

Like other human beings, some of them will look for other options. And, just as is so with other human beings, those who try to make change within their own countries will be a remnant. That was so for this country.

Most nations don't succeed in making permanent change in the direction of freedom and in the rule of law. But they definitely can't succeed if it is not tried.

So, I say this to both prongs of the Open Borders crowd: I see what you're doing, as do many others. You want to import people *you think* are too inferior to fix their own countries.

And you think that alleged inferiority makes them malleable to a mindset of your choosing.

You believe the same of black Americans, but too many of us see through it, so we were discarded in favor of the prospective new Serf Class.

I, for one, welcome your discard.

Jamiel Shaw II in 2008 and Officer Ronil Singh in 2018 were the recipients of this New Way. One, a natural-born American; the other, a naturalized American -- both were upstanding and law-abiding.

And both were minding their business or handling their business when they were murdered by illegal aliens.

Jamiel Shaw II

Ronil Singh

There are thousands more just like those two young men, but, to me, they are like bookends, representing what the Open Borders crowd had in store for the rest of us, whether we agree with them or not.

But so what if a few Americans get raped and murdered by some of these newbies? So what if a few of the newbies bring in drugs like heroin and fentanyl, killing more Americans? Eggs and omelettes ...

I suspect that socialist omelettes are made with imaginary eggs, but I digress.

A fed-up populace will seek protection from the powerful. Nothing wrong with that. But the Open Borders crowd -- the part seeking to herd us into socialism -- has long tried to back us into the lone corner where socialism is the "only" choice.

That requires that we become cowed and fearful -- afraid of driving or sitting at a bus stop or walking home or jogging or merely sitting in our own homes. That is how many of the dead victims of illegal aliens have met their fates.

Unarmed, of course.

My exhortation: don't fear the Reaper -- nor those who seek the Fundamental Transformation via you and yours being reaped.

Keep pushing. Go down and stand up swinging.

UPDATE: An Instalanche is always a blessing. Thank you, Glenn.

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Not Yet Silenced (See Updates at bottom)

All my bills are paid except one: electric. It's a few months behind and I've been keeping it on for a while by giving them something each month when I have it. With your help, I'd like to get it down to zero. $500 will do the trick. And, as I always do when I bleg, I'll stop you when I reach the target amount.

Meanwhile, go and read my post at DaTechGuyBlog from Saturday, Silenced and Broke. It's getting some attention and it's apropos.

UPDATE: 

As of 1:40 PM PT: $135. Thank you, Jon, Phil and Tom!

UPDATE:

As of 2:45 PM PT on 1/8/19: $180. Thank you, James, Laura, Helen, and Kevin!

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On Bullies and Silence

Part of a series. Start here.

As a de facto only child for nine years, I was quiet and secretive. Even those few times when I did speak up, I’d say what I had to say only once, and let it go if no one listened.

My secretiveness served me well when I held a security clearance decades ago. The Non-Disclosure Agreement we signed had a length of ten years, but many years passed after its expiration before I told my parents what my job had been. And I mentioned it only incidentally and after reminding myself that I wouldn't go to jail if I did it.

As I get older, I get mouthier, but my natural tendency remains, especially with things which are meaningful, painful, and emotional.

I’ve been bullied often – as a child, a teenager, a young adult, in middle age, and as an adult approaching senior citizen status. I don’t hate the perpetrators – several of them are on my personal prayer list – nor do I feel sorry for myself because of it. In fact, I’ve come to view it as a symptom of a greater factor in my life: God’s protection of my physical and mental/emotional selves – a pattern I’ve noticed only in recent years. He has even protected me from the more catastrophic personal consequences of my own sins. Here's the evidence.

The bullies have had one thing in common: an inexplicable aversion to me.

Now, I’m not saying that I haven’t had people who dislike me for explainable reasons. I’ve mentioned that I’ve done some bad things. Also, I can be a pain in the backside, sometimes intentionally.

But, I’m not talking about those cases.

There have been people who have disliked me on sight and would have nothing to do with me. Others have turned their faces away from me after claiming to love me and this is about more than romantic relationships. Of these, I can look back and see that the aversion may have been spiritually-driven: that their faces were turned away from me for my protection and by that, I mean all facets of protection mentioned.

But it was only during my homelessness stint that I was able to truly see the spiritual aspect of it. And He gave me a taste of what we are all up against by allowing the insertion of a servant of the Adversary into my living space.

I was bullied by that servant. Oh, she never laid a hand on me; that would have been easy to solve, since I believe in using blunt instruments. This was worse.

And I have been silent about it – except to a few – for four years. But, I think it’s time to talk about it. Bullies rely on silence.

It won’t be what you expect.

I felt that it was necessary to give some sense of what it’s like to look back on these things. God gave me a love of identifying patterns and I hope that this post assists you in seeing that pattern also.

Call it the glue that links to posts together. Now I think I'm ready.

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Banishing the Voice of the Enemy

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Baldilocks Top Traffic Magnets in 2018

Logo by Jerry M.

Excerpts along with. If I get a new one in the next ten days, I'll update. Traffic is way down from last year and that is my fault.

Most of the swarms of eyeball were born of links from Instapundit and from Thomas Wictor's late Twitter account. (Thomas is blogging a Quod Verum.)

These are listed from earliest to most recent.

And, in view of my present and on-going series, several of these older posts address things supernatural, just so you know.

*****

I Don’t Miss George Bush Anymore

George W. Bush thinks we should all thank the illegal aliens for picking the fruit and vegetables that I can barely afford, does he? I’m a huge berry fan. Strawberries run over $3 a pound.

But if I wanted to eat shit, literally and figuratively, pennies.

That Time When the Scales Fell Away From My Eyes (this one was also my favorite)

At best, I acknowledged God’s existence and that was all. I spent my young adult years ignoring Him, which seemed only fair. He had been ignoring me since I was born – or so I thought at the time.

The True Root of the Square-Root Debacle

If I had kids, I'd homeschool them. And I'd teach them about guns, not to mention math.

Principalities and Powers

I can’t discount, however, that the Devil’s advocates are so fearful of Donald Trump that they continue to intercede to their father regarding the man. My enemies’ enemies aren’t necessarily my friends, but there is no way I’m going to agree with a bunch of Devil worshipers

Lock Your Doors

It’s all unprotected [corporeal and spiritual] networks out there, ripe for the intrusion. Unlocked doors and open windows.

Which Guns Do They Want? All of Them

There are dozens, maybe hundreds of street gangs and drug/human-trafficking cartels just salivating at the thought of a disarmed America.

And this leads to the true reason that the Organized Left wants us disarmed.

It's this: any real attempt at confiscation will lead to a lot of death: of gun owners and of confiscators. And after that dies down – no pun intended – there will be only a terrorized remnant, beset on every side by tyrants, thieves, murderers, rapists and child molesters.

And that’s just in the government.

The Tactic of Floating Outrageous BS

[H]ere's the intended aftereffect of the tactic: even after the truth comes out, there will still be a significant segment of the public who believes the falsehood. And there will be nothing you can do to show them that they are wrong.

Why I Was Hesitant to Blog About Obama When He Was President

President Trump say that he would pardon conservative writer and filmmaker Dinesh D’Souza. That made me happy and it made me think about the fact that I’m slightly acquainted with Dinesh: I was slated to appear in D’Souza’s documentary 2016: Obama’s America.

Why? Because I am the mirror image of a president.

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Banishing the Voice of the Enemy

When I published and shared the last post in this series, initially I received very little feedback – “likes” and a few comments. It came only from those who I know follow my blog closely and/or are like-minded spiritually. I had that Gideon moment that I’ve often had over the years that I’ve been blogging.

“What’s the use?”

“No one is reading.”

“No one cares about this.”

You’d think by now that I’d recognize the whispers from the Adversary and that these would be especially recognizable, considering the overarching topic of my series. But it still took me a good half hour to banish the voice of doubt – the voice of dis-faith, as it were.

However, when I said that, if I received little to no feedback on the series, I would cut the series short, more people spoke up to say that they are looking forward to its continuation.

And one person asked, in private, the most pertinent question.

“Are you doing this for the feedback or are you doing this for God?”

The answer: I’m doing it because I think it’s what God wants me to do. I’ve kept a lot of this stuff bottled up, because I’ve found that I cared what other people thought more that I previously admitted to myself.

I’d like to shake the last vestiges of that dust off my feet. And the rest of me.

I know what I saw and what I heard.

Regarding the part of the series which will immediately follow, I reviewed the material this morning. It’s set up in the dry, boring fashion in the manner I originally documented – date, time, who and what. Therefore, it’s necessary to rewrite it in narrative form. Good thing that I have some experience there!

And, that’s what I’m up to today and, probably, tomorrow. I’m a perfectionist when it comes to story-telling.

So, be patient. The tale is already told.

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The Heralding

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On Bullies and Silence

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The Heralding

If, like me, you’re of a certain age, you’ll remember the TV cartoon Casper the Friendly Ghost. Looking it up, I discovered that the series was based on a short film from 1945.

One night, I found out how the illustrator might have conceived his creation. Or, perhaps, it was how my own mind interpreted things using concepts familiar to me. Either way, the dream I had was riveting, to say the least.

When I lived in the homeless facility, there were rooms set aside for veterans and I lived in one of them. I had been there alone for about a week when I got a roommate. Small black lady -- an Army veteran -- who seemed normal enough when we were making our get-to-know-you small talk on that first day. She had a Caribbean accent, which I found out was Haitian.

That night, I had a dream about God and Satan talking to each other. Both appeared as white, faceless apparitions against a black background. They appeared very much like this.

At first, I heard murmuring voices, but then they faded in. The two were speaking in a language I had never heard before, but I could sense the nature of the conversation: point and counterpoint.

At some point, God stopped talking and just looked at Satan because the latter was saying one word over and over again in the unknown language. Then the word became English.

“Felon! Felon! Felon!”

Initially, I thought that Satan was saying that God was a felon; but when I looked up the word ‘felon’ later that day, I realized that Satan was talking about humanity.

One of the definitions of ‘felon’ is a criminal worthy of death.

Then Satan noticed me, turned to a vapor, came at me incredibly fast, and enveloped me. I was paralyzed and could feel the vapor on my skin -- a tingling on every inch of my body. I specifically remember feeling the sensation on the bottom of my right foot. Allegedly, the soles of our feet are porous absorption points.

The pressure of the entity tightened against my skin. It was trying to enter my being, but could not. When, I called out to God, Satan gave up. I woke up after that.

My roommate would not speak to me for days and, afterward, began a reign of terror against me.

More to follow.

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That Time When the Enemy Showed His Face

I'm reposting part of a post from three years ago -- at the end of my mercifully short homelessness stint -- because it's necessary to the flow of the posts which will follow. Edited a bit because that's who I am.

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Almost on a daily basis, I read or listen to Christian commentators. Many of them discuss eschatology or break down scripture. But one topic has interested me: missionary work in Third World countries. Oh, I don't feel lead to do it, but I find a consistent observation fascinating: that the evil side of the supernatural is often more overt in African, Central American, South American, Middle Eastern and Asian countries than in the USA and Europe, due to the prevalence of non-Christian and/or occult practices in many of these places. Observers have also said that this often makes prospective new converts in these places more open to God's supernatural manifestations than is so for First World converts.

We "sophisticated" Westerners -- even Christians -- tend to scoff at the otherworldly. But what are incidents like this, this and this (ad infinitum), but supernatural manifestations? Jesus healed demoniacs and I bet that if those demoniacs had lived in the 21st century, they'd be posting manifestos against God and everyone on social media before they went out in a blaze (pun intended) of "glory" -- or before the Son of Man had mercy on them.

But I saw nothing so horrendous. However, I saw things that my previously sheltered state rendered me powerless to explain using "rational" means. Was the homeless facility in which I lived a portal for the Enemy? I'm sure it was; it was an aggregation of fear and hopelessness, which is what the Enemy is selling. That much I know.

Day after day, I could sense the evil working in the facility. Occasionally, I would allow those feelings to affect me, but it was never for very long. Prayer, reading the Bible and regularly attending church would push those feelings back. But it was a constant effort. (One of my prayers is that I don't let up now that the attacks are not as overt.) I'd say that I wasn't all that successful, as my writer's block might indicate.

And a few times, I got to see the works of the Enemy up close. Let's talk about a guy named Dean.

Dean,* a Navy veteran, was slim, had long brown hair and blue, glassy eyes. He walked around the courtyard of the facility in full ramble mode. If one actually listened, it sounded like gibberish --usually. And, usually, it involved Jesus. Dean's main theme: that he, himself was Jesus.

I heard of one supernatural incident in which he was the star and saw one myself.

I was sitting on one of the benches in the smoking area having a conversation with someone else and Dean was behind me, babbling. The facility appears to have once been a hotel. The smoking area is a small, area in the corner of the courtyard and it's boxed off by planters which are separated by wooden benches. In the planters are trees in various stages of growth. (Interesting aside: if one sits under the trees, it feels as if it's raining; the trees "weep.")

Dean had an odd habit of pulling the leaves off of the trees and tossing them randomly. But, this time, he was pulling them off and tossing them on my back. I cut off my conversation, turned to him and said, "stop that." I was looking him directly in the eyes.

Suddenly his glassy stare cleared and he responded.

"Get off my land. Go back to your husband."

I felt a chill go down my back. I could only think to rebuke him in the name of Jesus the Christ and that's what I did. On the mention of Christ's name, Dean stalked away from me.

The second incident involving Dean is second-hand, but, to me, it's more jarring.

Two other residents of the facility--Rodney and Janice--got to see what I'm about to relay. Neither person is particularly religious (though, after the following incident, Rodney began attending church with me for a time).

The two watched as Dean climbed up on one of the planters described, babbling as usual about Jesus. Then Dean put up his arms in Crucifix fashion and began to exclaim: "I'm Jesus, I'm Jesus!"

"Get the f*** down from there," Rodney said, and, just as he finished speaking, both Rodney and Janice say that they felt an unnatural wind blow between them and Dean; so strong that it pushed them back. They saw the wind hit Dean directly, knocking him off the planter, and onto the ground --on his backside.

The word in Hebrew for 'spirit' is ruah (רוּחַ). It is also the word for 'wind.'

The Holy Spirit smacked Dean.

Weeks later, Dean ended up getting kicked out of the facility for violence against security and, for months, he hung around on the perimeter of the place -- as did several others who had been ejected for various offenses. (Just as I was about to leave, he was allowed back in, as were several other similarly afflicted persons who had been kicked out. And I could feel the level of spiritual chaos rising.)

*All names are pseudonyms.

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Their Father

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Before I get started, I need to remind you of something I said last year:

We Christians are familiar—some only passingly familiar--with Jesus’ assertion that the Devil is the Father of Lies. That is, he is the progenitor of everything that is false. Let’s stipulate that and go further: he is the architect [and builder] of Lies. God is building His kingdom, and so the Adversary is building his.

This adversary does deal in simple falsehoods, but those aren’t his most lethal weapons. He is an imitator of his enemy, God, and therefore, his deceptions are high, wide, deep, broad, complex—and, long-term.

These types of deceptions are four-dimensional at the very least; they are his weapons of mass destruction.

I received little to no feedback on this observation. But I know with every fiber of my being that it's true. In today's news alone there are dozens of examples of the complex lies and corruption woven into the institutions of this country -- of this world.

Thousands of text messages sent by fired FBI agent Peter Strzok and former FBI attorney Lisa Page were erased

Ace speculates on a link between Fusion GPS, the Weekly Standard, and George Soros

VA Whistleblower Visited by FBI Sent to Psych Ward

And let's not forget about that other whistblower.

I don't know how anyone can not see this -- unless there's something else at work here: the unseen spiritual forces of our Adversary. His servants -- his worker bees build edifice after edifice and few are able to see those structures for what they are. Or those who can see feel helpless.

That's what I was feeling when trying to keep up on current events and, therefore, why I've had trouble even being interested in it.

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Shift in Focus

I've been holding back on you. Maybe I've been too concerned about what my audience thinks of me, but I can't do that anymore.

God has given me tiny little glimpses into the reality of things and I have to tell others about what I've seen.

Relax. He hasn't told me the day that Jesus will return for His church or the day when California will slide into the ocean -- I would be dictating this post while on the highway instead of sitting here calmly in my LA apartment if he had told me that last thing.

But He has given me enough so that I have seen evidence that this visible world is not all there is.

We are told that we are to accept that on faith and I did so before he started showing me stuff. It's great but also unnerving. And it does this one thing: it shifts ones perspective about current events. Things which used to be so important now seem so silly that I can barely stand to read much of the news and commentary. Conversely, formerly hidden patterns emerge.

Therefore, in the next few posts, I'm going to tell you what I've seen. I don't know if the telling will make any difference in the life of my readers, but I do know that God exists and I don't think He intended for me to keep all of this to myself.

 Some of you might find it all mundane and boring. But, then again ...

Hold tight! I'm writing.

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The Left Worships Your Mamma

Recently, Former President Obama said that the Right has "mommy issues" because many of us don't believe in the doctrine of Climate Change. Resisting the urge to talk about the former president's mamma, I'd have to say that inserting "mommy issues" into that conversation (Mother Gaia?) was bizarre. And it reminded me of something I've seen the Left do quite a bit lately: bring up your parents.

One of the Left’s shaming tools used against conservatives -- especially those who are not white -- is appealing to us in the name of our dead ancestors or, rather, their vain imaginings of who our ancestors were and what they might think of what we, the living, think and do. Example:

This appeal is based on an unexamined delusion: that all non-whites give a rip about pleasing our ancestors.

I, for one, have at least two ancestors who probably had more to worry about upon reaching the afterlife than whether I or any of their other progeny were shaming them or not. But that’s a side issue.

The main one is this: Christians and Jews are strictly forbidden to practice this or any other form of idolatry. This would include appeasing them or ordering our lives to what we think they might want. Simply put, our goal in life is to please God and Him alone.

Also, I think that trying to atone for the actions of one’s dead ancestors – something the Left seems so on about, what with all the obsession with about “white privilege” and the various campaigns to refute and repudiate “whiteness” – is a twisted Leftist form of this.

They hate their ancestors, worship mine – or so they think -- and then try to shame me when my political beliefs don’t match up with what they conjure about the gods they venerate.

They're always trying to put something in that God-shaped hole of theirs -- anything except for the actual God.

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Rhythm, Flow, and Coincidence

As I mentioned here, I used to be a huge NFL fan but stopped paying attention many years ago, beginning long before the kneeling controversy. However, I couldn’t help but notice this, especially since it appeared on Drudge.

Washington Redskins quarterback Alex Smith was lost for the season on Sunday when he broke his tibia and fibula on a scary, freak tackle by J.J. Watt and Kareem Copeland. Smith, who was immediately in devastating pain, was quickly carted off the field and was reportedly headed to surgery just minutes after his team’s comeback bid fell short.

Anytime a quarterback breaks his leg on the field, NFL fans of a certain age think of former ‘Skins quarterback Joe Theismann, who suffered a gruesome broken leg during a Monday Night Football game in 1985. (…) 

Joe Theismann broke his right tibia and fibula on Nov. 18, 1985 in a game in Washington that ended 23-21. The only three-time Defensive Player of the Year Lawrence Taylor was involved in the injury, which occurred around the 40-yard line. 

Alex Smith broke his right tibia and fibula on Nov. 18, 2018 in a game in Washington that ended 23-21. The only other three-time Defensive Player of the Year J.J. Watt was involved in the injury, which occurred around the 40-yard line.

People who read this blog will not be surprised that I’m fascinated by these types of “coincidences,” since my own being is an eerie parallel – and, in many ways, polar opposite – to that of one Barack H. Obama.

There are too many other "coincidences" to name here, the most famous being the parallels between the assassinations of Presidents Lincoln and Kennedy.

My own belief about this is that the world we live in is a fallen version of the orderly one that God created and there are still patterns in it. God can and does enter in to these patterns if we ask and even if we don’t.

But even if one does not believe in an omniscient, omnipotent deity, these types of rhyming and flowing events and on-going stories serve to make ridiculous the idea of a random universe.

I think that, sometimes, God just sits back, let’s them happen and lets observers make of them what we will; draw our own conclusions.

I conclude that stuff doesn't just happen.

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Baldilocks Road Trip: First Video for GoFundMe.com

I created the campaign two days ago and I plan to give a daily update. The trip will have to begin in September, because I have to be in town for the next couple of weeks; I'm ready to get out of here now! Click here to donate or you can do it the usual way (below).

 

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About Sarah Jeong's Hatred

So, I'm testing the new-to-me method of blogging. Twitter blogging.

1. People are still talking about Sarah Jeong -- that Korean_American chick who was added to the New York Times editorial board and who hates white guys so much that she has a gazillion Tweets devoted to it.

— baldilocks (@JulietteAkinyi) August 10, 2018

There are 12 tweets in the string. I think regular readers of this blog will find my take interesting.

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Must diversify the signal!

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My July 2018 Post Digest for Da Tech Guy Blog

Churchill stoned.

Tomorrow’s Cookout Invaders
Patrons, Serfs, and Turf
Making a Break For It
Churchill, Obama, and Trump
Even Social Justice Must Give Way to Basic Economics
Washington Post is Racist Against Mexicans
Diagnosis: TDS
LA is Better Than San Francisco
Reason That I’m Taking a Road Trip Instead of an Air Trip

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