Thus far, my blog’s idiom has been fisking various headlines of the day and probing deeper when something is interesting or curious. I have trouble continuing with that because American culture has been fully centralized. Only our rulers make headlines anymore because they now control every aspect of our lives… to the enthusiastic, desperate approval of people who can’t see any plague yet are firmly convinced that it not just exists but uses face recognition software to identify its targets.
Seriously, how stupid does one need to be to believe:
- Curfews prevent disease.
- Vaccines are necessary (and are vaccines) even when they don’t prevent disease.
- Even if you obey curfews and get vaxxed, you still need to mask up like you’re removing asbestos.
- See that healthy person over there? He’s diseased. You cannot trust him to be healthy. The absence of symptoms means nothing!
- See your son? He’s diseased. You cannot trust him to be healthy. Ruin his life before he ruins yours!
- This complete lack of trust in one’s fellow man is going to reap the whirlwind as soon as winter is over.
To make matters worse, evil is boring. They’re all lies and appetites and feminist hysteria. Every one of our rulers could be replaced by a late-era Roman senator and nothing would be different but the accent and toga. I need something else to talk about.
Between a lack of starting-point content and inhumanly criminal, universal foolishness, I find myself with a lot of disorganized thoughts.
Treason is favoring foreign powers against your own society. Treason is no longer a crime. Nationalism is the new crime. Nationalism is protecting your society against foreign powers.
The ongoing doxxing of anybody right of Stalin has several implications.
- Normies don’t want to talk to us.
- Normies don’t want to be able to talk to us.
- Because talking to us might make them not trust their leaders anymore.
- This is how cults operate.
I thought about doing a post on the ((psychologist)) demanding that Trumpeteers be deprogrammed but when I tried, there’s not much to say except he traded being a Moonie for the Kabbalah. He didn’t escape being in a cult himself, he just wanted to be on the winning team.
Wanting to be on the winning team explains a lot of the brainless, faceless loyalty I see when I walk the streets. Principle, ideology and particularly religion, are nonexistent.
I had a conversation with a coworker, one of the few people willing to risk the plague long enough to talk with me. He thought Jesus was all about being a good person. I explained that “good” meant hating sodomy and those who practice it, and it also meant putting women into submission towards men. He was upset, which is “good”, it means I reached him enough to trigger a reaction.
Speaking of Christ, perhaps I should address Christian theology more directly. Application interests me much more than theoryhammer, a consequence of sitting unwanted in endless, useless Bible studies until I wept with frustration, but maybe it’ll be a good way to samizdat against the realpolitik now that there are no more Bible studies. I’ll start easy with a reflection upon the Four Horsemen. Citations omitted:
I looked, and there before me was a white horse! Its rider held a bow, and he was given a crown, and he rode out as a conqueror bent on conquest.
A bow is an unusual symbol of power. The sword is the typical symbol of military might even today. The textbook qualities of bows is that they’re ranged weapons and generally useless for close work. That’s a good description of our current, finance-based conquerors. They have no military strength worth mentioning, even fearing their own army in D.C., yet they’re extremely capable at destroying us from a distance.
Then another horse came out, a fiery red one. Its rider was given power to take peace from the earth and to make people kill each other. To him was given a large sword.
Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about. Sword as symbol of military might and conquest! But this horseman is not a conqueror. He just wants to kill. Hello, 2021!
“Come!” I looked, and there before me was a black horse! Its rider was holding a pair of scales in his hand. 6 Then I heard what sounded like a voice among the four living creatures, saying, “Two pounds of wheat for a day’s wages, and six pounds of barley for a day’s wages, and do not damage the oil and the wine!”
Translation, starvation wages for everybody but the wealthy.
Which in turn means that during the Red Horseman’s time, the good guys lost.
I looked, and there before me was a pale horse! Its rider was named Death, and Hades was following close behind him. They were given power over a fourth of the earth to kill by sword, famine and plague, and by the wild beasts of the earth.
Achievement: Peak Communism unlocked. Although I’m curious about animals killing enough people to merit discussion. It could just be rodents destroying food supplies, stuff like that, but I do like the mental image of Bill “Gates of Hell” accidentally X-factoring an entire zoo. Move over, comic books!
If you’re going to fate us to lose, God, then at least give us a floor show. Why be boring?
When he opened the fifth seal, I saw under the altar the souls of those who had been slain because of the word of God and the testimony they had maintained. They called out in a loud voice, “How long, Sovereign Lord, holy and true, until you judge the inhabitants of the earth and avenge our blood?” Then each of them was given a white robe, and they were told to wait a little longer, until the full number of their fellow servants, their brothers and sisters, were killed just as they had been.
Not the answer I was hoping for. Worse, it tells us that a lot of that “fourth of the Earth” that died was us holdout believers in Christ.
I watched as he opened the sixth seal. There was a great earthquake. The sun turned black like sackcloth made of goat hair, the whole moon turned blood red, and the stars in the sky fell to earth, as figs drop from a fig tree when shaken by a strong wind. The heavens receded like a scroll being rolled up, and every mountain and island was removed from its place.
Kaboom. Not overly interesting in itself, but it fits into other end-times descriptions which make me think this won’t be a quick event.
Then the kings of the earth, the princes, the generals, the rich, the mighty, and everyone else, both slave and free, hid in caves and among the rocks of the mountains. They called to the mountains and the rocks, “Fall on us and hide us[f] from the face of him who sits on the throne and from the wrath of the Lamb! For the great day of their[g] wrath has come, and who can withstand it?”
That’s the most interesting part of all this, that everybody knew God was real. Not just an acceptance of the datum “there is an extraplanar intelligence that one might call a god” but actual “O Creator God In Heaven, screw you, we hate your guts” knowledge. Somewhere in all of these events, the literal religion of Anti-Christianity was installed and successfully made universal across all humanity.
Skipping an entire chapter of prologue,
When he opened the seventh seal, there was silence in heaven for about half an hour.
God stopped talking… in order to listen:
Another angel, who had a golden censer, came and stood at the altar. He was given much incense to offer, with the prayers of all God’s people, on the golden altar in front of the throne. The smoke of the incense, together with the prayers of God’s people, went up before God from the angel’s hand. Then the angel took the censer, filled it with fire from the altar, and hurled it on the earth; and there came peals of thunder, rumblings, flashes of lightning and an earthquake.
The last seal holding back God’s wrath is that God took half an hour to remember all the prayers of His saints, tortured, starved and murdered in the consolidation and dominion of the World Government, and it will drive the puppy-loving merciful part of Him into delayed-reaction Rambo god mode.
And then reality becomes hard to describe. There’s a zombie apocalypse at one point. God promised after the Flood that He wouldn’t kill off humanity again, which is why the sexually depraved now use the rainbow as their flag: to mock God’s unilateral “I won’t kill you” promise. What God will do instead of killing them next time is…
During those days people will seek death but will not find it; they will long to die, but death will elude them.
…God will not allow them to die. The promise of the rainbow will be kept letter-perfect.
I indulged this foray into eschatology in order to give reassurance. Despair is in plentiful supply these days. Despair is not a sin. It’s an emotion to be acknowledged and controlled like all the others. It is for such times that God gives us prophecies.
At the beginning of a journey or a major life change, I am always upset and despairing. I know all that I will lose… the friends and jobs I leave behind, the fuck-you money whose time to be spent has come… but I don’t yet know who my new friends will be, what new opportunities will arise. This time is especially hard if like me, you have few resources to recover from a bad decision with.
For you, God gives prophecy as a reassurance. A glimpse of what you will gain on the other side, when the moving is done and the testing is finished and the synagogue of Satan has choked on its last face diaper:
One of the elders asked me, “These in white robes—who are they, and where did they come from?”
I answered, “Sir, you know.”
And he said, “These are they who have come out of the great tribulation; they have washed their robes and made them white in the blood of the Lamb. Therefore, “they are before the throne of God and serve him day and night in his temple; and he who sits on the throne will shelter them with his presence.
‘Never again will they hunger; never again will they thirst. The sun will not beat down on them,’ nor any scorching heat. For the Lamb at the center of the throne will be their shepherd; ‘he will lead them to springs of living water.’ ‘And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes.’”
Molon Labe, you merchants of the earth. You have no clue what true wealth is. Pro-tip, it ain’t made of dirt.