30 April 2019

OK, Now Let's Try Socialism!

This is why increasing numbers of Americans, particularly young Americans, don't wet themselves when FOX News calls democrats *socialists.*  

Who gives a shit about *socialism* if Absolute Capitalism is only good for $6.21 a week?  

Hey, Trump, thanks for the 15 cents an hour raise!!

You have to feel bad for all the brainwashed working class Americans who thought, and still think, Trump *fights* for them.  

Here's who Trump fights for (besides Israel):

Trump's tax bill, with its 21% corporate tax rate, was first and foremost a gift to multinationals. They had wanted cuts in the corporate tax rate for foreign and domestic profits for decades. Everything else flowed from that: the tax cuts for smaller businesses known as “pass-throughs”, which had been their holy grail, and the cuts for individuals, which were needed to sell the bill to voters.

The second: all the posturing about real “reform” of the tax code and “revenue neutrality” for the legislation was meaningless. In fact, the bill had to create a $1.5tn 10-year deficit to pay for its generous tax cuts. Without the deficit, the corporate rate of 21% could never have been achieved and, more important, the bill could not have passed at all.

The third was that the bill as passed was hugely problematic. It contained egregious mistakes, created massive new loopholes and opened the door to new forms of tax avoidance. Thirteen tax law professors from around the country, in a 68-page study, blasted its “rushed and secretive process” that resulted, they said, “in deeply flawed legislation."

HaHa!  Trump fights for *multinationals,* not cashiers, truck drivers, janitors and all the rest of the *deplorables* who think he's making America great again.

I'll never understand why so many millions of white working class American males vote republican.  Are they so afraid of colored people, they'll be slaves for the 1% just for the illusion walls are coming to keep them safe?  

There's never been a bigger bunch of suckers than white working class males, who consistently bend over and take it in the ass from people who wouldn't nod at them if they ever in a one-in-a-million chance happened to cross paths on the same street.  The white working class aren't even house niggers, they don't ever see their Masters!  They live in separate worlds. . .and the working class world is getting more and more run-down. . .pot holes, dirty water, crap schools, shitty health care. . .but white males don't care, just so long as republicans nurse their fear of colored people.  

But the hand-writing is on the wall. . .young people just don't care about the same shit as the white working class. . .the 1% will loot the last pennies they can from the poor, and then the AOCs and the Omars will inherit the earth, and the Euro-style welfare state will be imported to America.  I suppose we'll have to endure more and more domestic terrorism from deranged crybaby vets who thought they were killing colored foreigners to protect the American Way of Life (like Isaiah Peoples) during the change-over, but, as Timothy McVeigh once quoted Thomas Jefferson:

The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants. It is its natural manure. . .

It's All About The Benjamins!

CNN, 28 April 2019: During a riff about getting countries around the world to pay more for their own defense, President Trump defended his support for Saudi Arabia.  “They buy a lot from us -- $450 billion they buy,” the President said.  “You have people wanting to cut off Saudi Arabia. They bought $450 billion. I don’t want to lose them!” he told the crowd.

Yeah, why would we want to *cut off* Saudi Arabia?

Saudi Arabia commits war crimes in Yemen, beheads its dissidents, murders journalists, exploits migrant workers, oppresses women.

But "they buy a lot from us!"

This tells us Trump is a soul-less materialist.  Death and misery have a price.  If Houthi children in Yemen are bombed and starved, so what?  If Saudi dissidents are tortured into *confessing* they are faggots and then beheaded, so what?  The Saudis "buy a lot from us!" 

My friend, is this really how we Make America Great Again?  By selling our souls?  

Trump has always been a pitiable and pathetic figure. . .a shameless and insecure blowhard who continually aggrandizes himself.  He's also a boor, a crook, a pervert, a draft-dodger and a habitual liar.  We can feel sorry for Trump, because he's obviously condemned:

For God sent not His Son into the world to condemn the world; but that the world through Him might be saved. He that believeth on Him is not condemned: but he that believeth not is condemned already, because he hath not believed in the name of the only begotten Son of God.

Trump is obviously not a *Christian.*  His life is a flesh-and-blood contradiction of the Sermon on the Mount.

For a good tree bringeth not forth corrupt fruit; neither doth a corrupt tree bring forth good fruit.

Trump brings forth nothing but corruption. . .

Those who are not pitiable, and those who cannot be felt sorry for are the millions of self-proclaimed *Christians* who support Trump, and especially those who believe supporting Trump is akin to supporting God.

How is someone born again by the Spirit of God not sickened to hear Trump forgive Saudi crimes for an (imaginary) $450 billion?

But they that will be rich fall into temptation and a snare, and into many foolish and hurtful lusts, which drown men in destruction and perdition. For the love of money is the root of all evil. . .

We can easily identify Donald Trump with the above scripture. . .surely Trump is a man of many foolish and hurtful lusts, a man drowning in destruction and perdition.

But what of the self-proclaimed *Christians* who stand up for Trump against the gospel?  What is it that they love which is drowning them in destruction and perdition?  I can only suppose they love America, and view it as God's kingdom on earth, much as damned zionists believe Israel is God's kingdom.

Again, the devil taketh Him up into an exceeding high mountain, and sheweth Him all the kingdoms of the world, and the glory of them; And saith unto Him, All these things will I give Thee, if Thou wilt fall down and worship me. Then saith Jesus unto him, Get thee hence, Satan: for it is written, Thou shalt worship the Lord thy God, and Him only shalt thou serve.

This is the temptation self-proclaimed *Christians* cannot resist.  They want the kingdoms of the world. . .they want the glory of the here and now.  They have no knowledge of and/or no faith in the Kingdom of God.  They pray in supposed Christian churches for the murders and thefts their troops commit which benefit their kingdom, and imagine themselves doing God service.

There ought to have been a mighty outrage from Christians over Trump's love of Saudi blood money. . .but no.  American Christians don't give a shit at what cost their kingdom comes. . .

Who can we liken Trump and the self-proclaimed American Christians to?  Who can we compare them to?  They are like the filthiest and foulest of the depraved sinners described in Romans 1:

Who knowing the judgment of God, that they which commit such things are worthy of death, not only do the same, but have pleasure in them that do them.

Make America Great Again?  By taking blood money?  Remember how you loved it, remember all the good things you've had at the expense of others when Jesus keeps His word:

Many will say to Me in that day, Lord, Lord, have we not prophesied in Thy name? and in Thy name have cast out devils? and in Thy name done many wonderful works? And then will I profess unto them, I never knew you: depart from Me, ye that work iniquity.

20 April 2019

The Captive

Hours turn into days, and days turn into weeks, and I notice nothing.  I don't even see myself, anymore.  I am no longer apart.  The waves of life carry me toward the shores of death.  I no longer refuse.  I perform the motions of life: family, work, state, but because I no longer seek another way, I drown in the sea of nothingness.  The pantomime existence of the masses.  Vast eons of life passed this way, with the unthinking multitude, the daily suicide shirking the responsibility of life, which is to remove oneself from the counterfeit of the world, and seek the Kingdom.

Only the shock of tragedy jolts me from the stupor.  My latest fall into the sleep of the living dead was arrested as I was walking down Main Street and observed a fat woman training a dog to become a Seeing Eye. What horror!  The poor beast leashed to the human gob, its neck yanked, choked, every time it tried to seek its way. The dog's will destined to be broken, it will submit to an unworthy master.  I immediately recognized myself in the dog, regained my senses and vomited right there on the sidewalk from the sickness of *everyday life.*

To begin the healing process, to boost my immunity to herd living, I visit an art museum.  I've frequented museums all across the United States and Europe, and even though most works housed in them are worthless—imbecilic portrayals of Mary and Jesus, technically fine but thematically somnolent studies of bowls of fruit, incompetent nonrepresentational stains—the diligent patron will always find three or four pieces which accuse and convict humanity of auto-lobotomy.  These rare treasures exaggerate human experience, exposing the sad sell-out of the peasant and lumpenproletariat classes, ancient to contemporary.  (Van Gogh's The Potato Eaters is a fine example.)  Outside of the supernatural, there is nothing better for the soul than to stand for an hour or two in front of such a painting or sculpture, confirming a guilty verdict for the *general public.*

Thus I found myself in the Toledo Museum of Art, wandering its halls in search of creations which scandalize the social order.  I wade through the usual dreck, Monet's water lilies—the perfect packaging for air fresheners. . .busted Roman sculptures—tiny-cocked nudes missing a limb or two, lacking the wit even of a garden gnome. . .Rothko's honestly titled *Untitled,*—a red rectangle between two black rectangles, quintessential usury art.  

As I make my way, I notice again a phenomenon common to museums: very few single men among the guests.  Besides myself I note only two or three others.  There are plenty of single women, of all ages, but almost no single men.  Almost all the males are attached to a female, or a female and children.  These men no doubt satisfied with a cheap date or family outing which they can redeem later for a blow job or a few hours peace in front of a televised football game.  Curious: nearly all museum-worthy artists are male, but most males have no interest in art.  There must be some rare genetic syndrome which affects a tiny portion of the male population, some abnormality of the genes or chromosomes which creates in the afflicted a deviate frame of reference, which they attempt to reconcile by casting it in paint or stone.

On my tour through the galleries, I do note one particular lone male.  An older gentleman, wearing pressed slacks and a crisp clean button shirt.  He stands motionless in rapt gaze before one of the Museum's more curious pieces: William-Adolphe Bouguereau's The Captive. Bouguereau, a late 19th century master realist with a gOOfball's sentiment, seems to me rather underappreciated compared to some of his avant-garde contemporaries, perhaps due to his taste in subject matter, which might be described as early Larry Clark.  In any event, this gentleman seems transfixed by the depiction of the winged nude girl who has just captured a butterfly.

I contemplate the peculiar image, trying to discern its allure for my fellow patron.  The girl's face and the body don't seem to match.  The face seems that of a teen or young woman, while the body seems decidedly tweenish, flat-chested with baby-fatted arms and legs.  Perhaps this is how Bouguereau imagined angels or fairies or whatever the winged nude is meant to be?  These other-worldly females adult in mind, but juvenile in body?  Intelligent, but innocent?  The pre-Adamic, untainted by Eve's lusts?

Then again, maybe just extra-terrestrial jailbait?

"It lacks one critical element, otherwise it would be a pinnacle of Western culture."

Since we are the only two near the painting, I assume the older gentleman is making the remark for my benefit, rather than talking to himself aloud.

He turns, facing me.

"Do you know what it is?"

"Do I know what what is?" I ask.

"Do you know what it lacks, what critical element it lacks?"

The man's shirt is very nice, a light blue-and-white checked pattern.  It looks brand new, one of those classic cotton dress shirts you see in Von Maur, one of those one hundred dollar shirts that make you stop and wonder who can afford to spend a hundred dollars for just one shirt.  I don't think I've ever spent more than twenty-five dollars for a shirt.  Years and years ago, at a Ralph Lauren outlet store, I spent twenty-five dollars and got a fantastic Hawaiian shirt that was missing a button.  I like Von Maur, however.  A great store.  I've never bought anything there, but I admire their merchandise, and, particularly, the store itself, the ambiance.  They usually have an older woman in a black evening dress playing the piano, and the bathrooms are elegant and spotlessly clean.  The store is never crowded, never any ethnic teenage riffraff.  Sometimes I go to Von Maur and sit in one of their comfortable arm chairs for twenty or thirty minutes, meditating to the soft piano music.  Perhaps when I die I will leave whatever savings I have to them, as a thank you.

"Give up?" the man in the hundred dollar shirt asks.

I look back at the painting.

"What's missing?" the man asks.  "Look closely."

"Well. . ." and I think about why I am at the museum, searching for images of man's soulicide. Certainly this isn't one of them. But the man who painted this was alive, no doubt. I remember Jesus' words: I know thy works, that thou art neither cold nor hot: I would thou wert cold or hot. So then because thou art lukewarm, and neither cold nor hot, I will spue thee out of My mouth. This painter was certainly not lukewarm. No, Bouguereau was hot. He burned.

"Well. . .and not as an insult. . .but this picture lacks subtlety.  It lacks all subtlety.  Here's a guy who surely loved to paint naked girls.  A guy who just burned to paint naked girls.  He wasn't subtle about it, obviously.  But here is a man who truly lived. . .if only for naked girls."

The man in the hundred dollar shirt doesn't seem to like my answer.  His face is crinkled with dissent.

"No, that's not what I meant!  It's missing an actual specific thing!"

I could tell him that subtlety is an actual specific thing, but that would just lead to a tiresome exchange.  I get the impression this fellow thinks he's an expert on whatever is in front of him.

A young woman pushing a stroller passes by.  I've lived long enough now that the sight of a baby or a toddler fills me with incredible sadness.  An agonizing sadness.  I see all the moments of pain in front of the poor thing.  The endless disappointments, the hopelessness.  So depressing. . .

"A vagina!" the expert says.

"That lady that just came by?"

"No!  The painting!  It's missing a vagina."

Hmmn, that's a little. . .quirky.

"Well, I might've guessed a halo, or maybe a rainbow or something, but I don't think I would've guessed a vagina.  I mean, in the first place, it's not really missing, is it?  You just can't see it.  I mean, I'd assume it's there, that it's meant to be there."

The face of the expert in the one hundred dollar shirt crinkles again.

"The artist who painted this wants us to see the natural order, and man's place at the center, yet he deliberately left out the birthplace of humankind, the vagina, from where we originate and then enter the natural realm.  Whether it was because of social convention, or his own timidity, he shames the vagina in invisibility, and places those absurd wings on the girl, like she fluttered down from some imaginary heaven!  He might as well have a stork flying overhead!"


"'Oh?'  'Oh?'  My friend, the vagina is life!  Trust me, I know!  If there is one thing I know, it's the vagina.  I know the breadth and length and depth and height of the vagina.  I'm an OB/GYN. I know."

OBGYN?  I take a closer look at this fellow.  Nothing unusual.  Just looks like an ordinary older white male.  And what the Hell is an OBGYN, anyway?  I don't think I know that one.  There are so many, nowadays.  OBGYN?  O?  Uh. . .organic?  Is that a thing, now?  B is for bisexual and G is for gay.  Y?  N?  Yin Yang, maybe?

"Organic Bisexual Gay Yin Yang?"


"OBGYN.  Organic Bisexual Gay—"


Oh, boy, don't I feel stupid?  Well, maybe this will put an end to the conversation.

"I've examined, in the most rigorous detail, thousands of vaginas.  From the young and healthy, with robust mucosal tissue, to the old and fetid, with their dry, flimsy. . ."

Apparently not.  As the vagina doctor lectures on, I tune out, and retreat into an appreciative contemplation of the museum experience: rooms within rooms, sanctums from which we access the history of man's attempt to understand human experience.  A little group of three women wander from painting to painting, sculpture to sculpture, now and then offering their quiet observations to each other.  They all have fat asses, but, God bless them, anyway.  A guard stands near this gallery's entrance, seeing that no harm comes to the treasures of creation.  Yes, treasures.  Treasures, as mediocre as most of them are.  They are the pitiful record of man's feeble attempt to make sense of life.  A despondency settles over me.  Art is over.  It's gone.  It's lost.  There was the Renaissance, Mannerism, the Baroque, Romanticism, Modern Art.  The Museum of the Future is electronic, the Selfie Period.  Creation is about creation, we were created out of the void, and our struggle in space and time to—

". . .an incredible range of motion, support and pressure, which is what holds the tampon in place during—"

This guy won't shut up!  

"Hey, man, how much did you pay for that shirt?"


Anger is rising within me.  I have to walk away from this imbecilic cunt-sniffer, this absurd beneficiary of a socioeconomic system that rewards banality.  

I leave the museum, sit stewing in my car.  

Everything is wrong with the world.  Everything.  But I am awake again.  You know you are awake when you are filled with disgust.

If any man would seek the Kingdom of God, he is obliged to go against the human tide.

God save me from slumber, do not let me rest easy in the mire. . .may I always hear the call from Heaven:

Come out of her, My people. . .

05 April 2019


In an earlier entry titled Escape From America, we discussed the startling rise in America of death due to alcohol, drugs and suicide.  We suggested one reason for the increase in death due to despair is that most Americans spend much of their lives toiling at inconsequential jobs which leave them terminally indebted.  We said:

What's a typical job for an American?


How many millions of Americans stand behind cash registers for over 1/3 of their lives scanning the bar codes of Big Gulps, Marlboro Lights and foot-long hot dogs for a paycheck that keeps them permanently indebted to the *American Way of Life's* organizing economic system?

There are millions of other equally unrewarding forms of labor. . .

I have no idea the percentage of America worker bees who consciously mull the DEPRESSING contradiction: an infinitely vast universe of immense wonder. . .one tiny planet, an invisible speck on the cosmic scale. . .on that invisible dot, the miracle of life. . .the pinnacle of which is human consciousness. . .and this miracle organism drags itself to work, prostitutes itself as a distributor of Breath Mints, exchanging its limited time on this side of the infinite for a system of credits that barely allows it to keep itself fed and sheltered. . .the miracle of life wasted. . .beyond wasted. . .the miracle degraded to an essentially electronically controlled existence. . .human life is financed. . .judged on its ability to make payments. . .six hundred threescore and six is a *credit score* marked in the right hand or forehead.

Here is the living, breathing embodiment of the beleaguered American cashier, the American dying from despair:
The American cashier recorded in this *viral* video is the villain described in a news story which begins thusly:

A Hispanic woman who engaged in conversation with a Bay Area gas station employee after being greeted in Spanish found herself verbally attacked and berated by a second worker who interrupted them to demand she speak English instead. Grecya Moran said she was “in shock” when she posted video footage of the racist employee to Facebook last Thursday, encouraging others to share the three clips “to see all the bad people that exist in this world.” In another post, Moran said the confrontation happened at the Shell Station in San Jose, CA “just because I was talking Spanish to the other cashier, and apparently she did not like that.” Moran, who was holding her 18-month-old son in her arms as she endured the harassment, told ABC 7 she at first attempted to apologize to the employee for speaking Spanish.

“I said, ‘Excuse me, I’m sorry,” Moran said. “‘All she was saying is … she was greeting me in Spanish. ‘How my day’s going.’ And she said, ‘I don’t care, you talk in English because this is America.'”  But this seemed to enrage the worker even more. So Moran started fighting back — and she started filming. “She started saying something about, ‘Trump needs to hurry up and build the wall,'” Moran said. “That’s when I was like, oh my God, she’s being serious,” Moran said. “I just got my phone, started videotaping her.”


The Hispanic woman claims the white trash old bag cashier is *bad people.*

Well. . .

Was the white old bag wrong to bitch about the customer speaking Spanish, and then go MAGA mode with the nonsense about Trump's wall?  Sure.  She should have kept her ancient piehole shut and worked her register, then gone home and choked down a Swanson fried chicken dinner with a tumbler of Red Stag while silently pouring out her heart to God, for better is a dry morsel, and quietness therewith, than an house full of sacrifices with strife.

But. . .

The bigger wrong was the Hispanic woman recording the white trash old bag's sin and posting it for all the world to see. . .

This is the Craze of the Smartphony Age: recording the other's sin, and judging them on the Great White Thrones of Instagram, Facebook, Twitter. . .

Nobody turns the other cheek.  Instead, the cameras are turned on, and the recorder attempts to crucify him/herself: Look at me on my cross, the innocent victim!

In our case of the Gas-N-Go transgression, the crucifier is a white trash old bag. . .


Look at that old bag. . .look at the shopworn face, the lumpy body, listen to the ravaged voice.  It's obvious she's been kicked around all her life.  The typical American punching bag, scraping by for decades, told ad nauseam by the system's propagandists she's living in the *greatest country on earth* and then left to wonder why, if that's true, her life is nothing but such shit she must seek escape in drink and/or drugs and/or forlorn fornication.

This American cash register loser couldn't victimize anybody, yet she finds herself condemned on Social Media as a racist, as *bad people.*

Here's the Hispanic woman who tried to crucify herself:



The Hispanic woman's pain is miniscule compared to the lifetime of pain the white trash old bag has suffered.  Have some respect for elders.  The old bag cashier has been kicked around for 30-40 more years.  Eaten shit for 30-40 more years.  She don't like Hispanics and their Spanish?  So what?  Accept it.  Shake the dust off your feet and move on down the street to the next mini-mart.  The truth is, the Hispanic woman don't have the right to be offended.

There is no knowledge today of our common plight.  All have sinned and come short of the glory of God.  We sin against this sinner, and that sinner sins against us, and we all pinball through life sinning against each other and God.  We are not victims, we are victimizers victimizing each other.

Jesus was the only true victim.  Jesus was the only one offended.  Yet when He was on the cross, He said: Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do.

The Hispanic woman couldn't recognize herself in the human wreck before her lamenting her lifetime of pain and poverty.  All she could see was an opportunity for Selfie-Crucifixion on Social Media.  She could not love her supposed enemy.

But I say unto you, Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use you, and persecute you; That ye may be the children of your Father which is in heaven: for He maketh his sun to rise on the evil and on the good, and sendeth rain on the just and on the unjust. For if ye love them which love you, what reward have ye?

In posing herself on the cross of Facebook, what reward does the Hispanic woman have?  She has the praise of Social Media.  Doubtless she enjoys it now.  But her reward has no eternal value.  While she revels in the attention of her *viral* video, the unheard Word of God nevertheless remains in effect:

For if ye forgive men their trespasses, your heavenly Father will also forgive you. But if ye forgive not men their trespasses, neither will your Father forgive your trespasses.

16 March 2019

They Work For The Wrong God

The Daily Caller, 16 March 2019: Former Amazon employee Shannon Allen claimed in a Thursday interview with Tucker Carlson that the stressful workplace conditions nearly drove her to suicide.
I'm sure republicans with soft jobs will dismiss, and laugh at, this woman's claims.  After all, she looks fairly well-fed, and it appears she's had time recently to visit hair and nail salons (and, perhaps, a tattoo parlor or two).  Doubtless workers in Asian plants have it much tougher. . .there are genuine *suicide nets* at Foxxconn factories. . .so far, cue ball Jeff Bezos hasn't had to smudge his bottom line with expenditures for those kind of *safety features.*

I'm sure republicans with soft jobs would tell this woman to quit crying, go back to college and get a good job. . .after all, in America opportunities are limitless, anyone can grow up to be President (except a dwarf. . .I'd be willing to bet cash dollars a dwarf will never be President of the United States).

I don't know how horrible Amazon picking jobs are.  Are they worse than picking fruit or cotton?  I don't know.  I can understand that standing at a conveyor belt stuffing cardboard boxes with trinkets could be depressing—if work is meant to be life's fulfillment.

That's the real issue. . .

Tens of millions of working-age Americans report depression. . .whether they work at Amazon or not.  And even more take depression or anxiety meds, so that means tens of millions of additional Americans just self-medicate without a diagnosis. 

Vast numbers of Americans just don't feel very well, psychologically. 

The problem with life in America? Life is defined by work.  Let's admit the truth: Americans are groomed from at least the moment they enter kindergarten (if not before) that life is about getting into a *good* college and then getting a *good* job.  Absolute Capitalism demands a workforce of material beings who submit to the idea of leading a *productive* life of producing profits for the small handful who own the world.     

If life is defined by work, then yes, we have no doubt workers are depressed, and often suicidal, whether they work at Amazon or Facebook or wherever. 

Human beings were designed to be reproductive, not *productive.*  Human beings were designed to be fruitful. . .the product they were to produce was life. . .they were designed to reflect their Creator and populate the earth as the Kingdom of God

A life spent producing material to fill landfills is a misspent life. . .it ought to be depressing.

Republicans with soft jobs who would offer no sympathy to the Amazon worker, are, by-and-large, self-proclaimed Christians.  They have more treasure than the Amazon line worker.  Their treasure deceives them.  They believe their treasure is a *blessing* from God, and the poor suicidal Amazon line worker just doesn't have enough *faith.*  Their life is even more depressing, for they are even further from God.  When these people encounter the real Jesus and the real Gospel, this is the result.

When Jesus saw the crowds, He felt sorry for them.  They were confused and helpless, like sheep without a shepherd. . .

I'm sorry, but most people have wasted their life working.  They worked for nothing of any eternal value.  They are sad, anxious, constantly taking thought for tomorrow, always fretting how they will feed or clothe themselves. . .they work for the wrong god.

[I find Tucker Carlson less offensive than the other talking heads, but his smirk at the Amazon worker's mention of the World Socialist Web Site was, perhaps, a moment when the mask slips. . .]

08 March 2019

Escape From America

USA Today, 5 March 2019: The number of deaths from alcohol, drugs and suicide in 2017 hit the highest level since federal data collection started in 1999, according to an analysis of Centers for Disease Control and Prevention data by two public health nonprofits. The national rate for deaths from alcohol, drugs and suicide rose from 43.9 to 46.6 deaths per 100,000 people in 2017, a 6 percent increase, the Trust for America's Health and the Well Being Trust reported Tuesday.  Deaths from suicides rose from 13.9 to 14.5 deaths per 100,000, a 4 percent increase. That was double the average annual pace over the previous decade.

MAGA, apparently, isn't working. . .

America isn't great.  

In fact, it's such a miserable place, one out of every 15 or 20 Americans (depending on up-to-date population numbers) is addicted to an intoxicated or narcotized state.

Healthy people can use alcohol or narcotics on occasion in a celebratory fashion. . .partying, it is called.  But when a person becomes addicted to the intoxicated or narcotized state, when the alcohol or opioids or whatever becomes the person's life, then that person is no longer healthy.  This is one out of every 15 or 20 Americans.

A person chooses to live intoxicated or narcotized for one reason: the un-intoxicated or un-narcotized life was not sufficient.  Intoxicants and narcotics are used for escape.  Thus we can say one out of every 15 or 20 Americans found the *American Way of Life* insufficient, and sought escape in a liquor or pill bottle or a syringe.

We can also state an additional x number of other Americans are equally disillusioned with the *American Way of Life* and desire to escape it through intoxication or narcotization, yet refrain from doing so because of some form of guilt (family obligations, religion, for example).  These are the *white knuckler* Americans who through sheer force of will endure the *American Way of Life.* This x number of Americans are the *12 Step Program* addicts and others who, on their own, simply grit their teeth and endure the *American Way of Life.*  How many millions are this?

And there may be a further x number of other Americans equally disillusioned with the *American Way of Life* who desire to escape it through less life-threatening addictions, such as gambling, pornography/fornication, video gaming, eating, shopping, body modifying and countless other past times.  Yet some of these may be considered hallmarks of the *American Way of Life,* so that we could say the addicted of these are seeking to escape the *American Way of Life* through the *American Way of Life* in an American Spiral of Misery. . .

In any event, we can say tens upon tens of millions of Americans, if not hundreds of millions of Americans, find the *American Way of Life* so miserable, their existence has become nothing but a mania.

Why?  What do tens of millions of Americans find so miserable about the *American Way of Life* that they run to life-threatening addictions (or just go ahead and kill themselves)?

We answer that question by asking another question: what is there in the *American Way of Life* to live for?

The *American Way of Life* is organized by two dominant systems:

FINANCE CAPITALISM: As a result of original sin, man was left to sweat for a living.  But though labor was meant to be hard, it was never meant to be soul-crushing, as it has become ever since man *civilized* (meaning to turn against God).  Civilization has only meant bondage for the vast majority.  Today's Western worker's bondage comes in the form of debt slavery.  The masses toil in jobs that have no existential meaning for a paycheck that allows them to borrow money to *makes end meet*. . .perpetually in debt, almost all of their adult lives are consigned to scraping for a paycheck. . .most bounce from job to job, forced to work for numbskulls who got loans large enough to start their idiotic businesses. . .tiny fish working for small fish, both of them eaten up by finance capitalism, which is the variation of the ancient system of civilization, by which 99% of sinners work so 1% of sinners can live as if blessed by God.

We know that this soul-crushing system of debt slavery was never God's intention from a study of His economy as outlined in Leviticus 25 and explained in fair detail here

Let's say the average American sleeps 8 hours a day. . .therefore he/she is awake 112 hours a week, of which 40 is spent working. . .meaning more than 1/3 of the average American's waking life is given to labor.

What's a typical job for an American?


How many millions of Americans stand behind cash registers for over 1/3 of their lives scanning the bar codes of Big Gulps, Marlboro Lights and foot-long hot dogs for a paycheck that keeps them permanently indebted to the *American Way of Life's* organizing economic system?

There are millions of other equally unrewarding forms of labor. . .

I have no idea the percentage of America worker bees who consciously mull the DEPRESSING contradiction: an infinitely vast universe of immense wonder. . .one tiny planet, an invisible speck on the cosmic scale. . .on that invisible dot, the miracle of life. . .the pinnacle of which is human consciousness. . .and this miracle organism drags itself to work, prostitutes itself as a distributor of Breath Mints, exchanging its limited time on this side of the infinite for a system of credits that barely allows it to keep itself fed and sheltered. . .the miracle of life wasted. . .beyond wasted. . .the miracle degraded to an essentially electronically controlled existence. . .human life is financed. . .judged on its ability to make payments. . .six hundred threescore and six is a *credit score* marked in the right hand or forehead. 

It appears most worker bees have little conscious awareness of their true condition, of the absolute waste of their lives.  If there were awareness, they could not sit placidly in front of their flat screens watching The Masked Singer.  BUT we must insist upon the unconscious awareness.  Buried deep within the lifewreck is the soul, and the unconscious awareness of the soul's utter degradation must be a generator of the worker bee's flight to intoxication and narcotization.

DIMINISHMENT CULTURE: Original labor was never meant to bring mankind into bondage, but as a means to make offerings to God, as an early shadow of the Cross on the long road to Redemption.  The human family was meant to spread across the earth as the terrestrial image of the heavenly—this was the original culture, culture being the nearly two-thirds of our waking lives not spent in labor.  But beginning with Cain's murder of Abel, and continuing with the Nimrod-led planetary rebellion in the land of Shinar, and on down through the ages, the herd of men have always followed bent leaders on the path of diminishment culture.  God's culture diminishes, and man's increasingly bizarre culture increases.  The human family as God's people laboring on earth awaiting its redemption and its fulfillment as the image of the heavenly gradually becomes eliminated over the generations until we have the neurotic hash of the present age, where not only has sight of God been lost, but even the individual identities of the herd have been lost, such that the sheeple do not even know whether they are male or female.  The confusion and anxiety resulting from the loss of purpose and identity is the rotten fruit of the diminishment culture, making it the second organizing system which produces the misery leading the herd to seek escape through intoxication or narcotization.

We began by questioning what it was in the *American Way of Life* that produced such distress, but, in fairness, is it not the case that it is the *Way of Life* in general?  The Global Way of Life?  If not entirely Global, then certainly it is the predominant mode of living in the ironically named *developed countries.*  Is America any different than any other *developed country?*  Certainly there is nothing in the rates of death by alcohol, drugs and suicide that mark America as a glaring outlier.  Russia has a far higher suicide rate, Italy's is much lower.  

The only area in which America is a true outlier from other *developed countries* is in its homicidal violence, both individual and collective.  America's murder rate is much higher than the *developed countries* of Asia and Europe, and is even higher than Africa's Somalia, which is described as a *failed state.*  And collectively, America has been at war in 226 of its 243 years of existence.

But let us not stray from the path of the suicidal into the homicidal.  Let us suggest that the *American Way of Life* really isn't all that different from the *Way of Life.*  Generally speaking, large percentages of human beings seek escape.

Where can the herd go?

Off a cliff and into the sea?  

Unfortunately, they have nowhere outside themselves to go.  The only alternative is to pollute the mind with intoxicants, narcotics, pornography, etc. and float away in innerspace in a chemically induced state of bliss. . .and then suffer the always-accompanying crash to an increasingly depressing reality. . .

Well. . .

But. . .

Hasn't it always been so?

Is our contemporary *Way of Life* any worse than it's ever been?  The manias and obsessions may be more bizarre, but isn't misery, in the end, just misery?

2500 years ago the Preacher looked around and saw nothing but vexation of spirit

And it had been that way forever then, and it remains that way forever now:

One generation passeth away, and another generation cometh: but the earth abideth for ever. The sun also ariseth, and the sun goeth down, and hasteth to his place where he arose. The wind goeth toward the south, and turneth about unto the north; it whirleth about continually, and the wind returneth again according to his circuits. All the rivers run into the sea; yet the sea is not full; unto the place from whence the rivers come, thither they return again. All things are full of labour; man cannot utter it: the eye is not satisfied with seeing, nor the ear filled with hearing. The thing that hath been, it is that which shall be; and that which is done is that which shall be done: and there is no new thing under the sun.

Man struggles though life, then he dies. . .

For that which befalleth the sons of men befalleth beasts; even one thing befalleth them: as the one dieth, so dieth the other; yea, they have all one breath; so that a man hath no preeminence above a beast: for all is vanity. All go unto one place; all are of the dust, and all turn to dust again.

Even the modern secular preacher agrees:

Man is born free, and everywhere he is in chains. . .

Is there way a to beat the system, other than self-harming escape?

We know of one (there may be unknown others, but if there are, they probably follow a similar path): to live in this life as an outsider, as a stranger and pilgrim, as one not seeking a home here, but one to return to.  To exist in two realities simultaneously.  To exist here as sojourner from the Kingdom that already is and the Kingdom that will come.

And when He was demanded of the Pharisees, when the Kingdom of God should come, He answered them and said, The Kingdom of God cometh not with observation: Neither shall they say, Lo here! or, lo there! for, behold, the Kingdom of God is within you.

One must see oneself in this world as a servant sent to show the way out of this present darkness into the light of the Kingdom to come:

But ye are a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, an holy nation, a peculiar people; that ye should shew forth the praises of Him who hath called you out of darkness into His marvellous light. . .

If one lives this peculiar life, then one is not jailed in this world's misery, but is a liberator of the miserable. . .that is the Way.

02 March 2019

Israel's War Crimes and America's TransChristians

The Telegraph, 1 March 2019: A UN probe on Thursday said there is evidence Israel committed crimes against humanity in responding to last year's protests in Gaza, as snipers targeted people clearly identifiable as children, health workers and journalists. The UN Independent Commission of Inquiry on the protests in the Occupied Palestinian Territory investigated violations committed during demonstrations in the Gaza strip between March 30 and December 31 of 2018.

"Israeli soldiers committed violations of international human rights and humanitarian law," committee chair Santiago Canton said in a statement. "Some of those violations may constitute war crimes or crimes against humanity," he added. The commission, set up by the UN Human Rights Council in May, said that "more than 6,000 unarmed demonstrators were shot by military snipers" during weeks of protest. "The Commission found reasonable grounds to believe that Israeli snipers shot at journalists, health workers, children and persons with disabilities, knowing they were clearly recognisable as such," it said.

Can you imagine if 6000 unarmed demonstrators in Venezuela were shot by Maduro's troops?  If children and the disabled were killed?

Trump's, Pompeo's, Bolton's pieholes would be flapping for days. . .and then the F-16s would starting flying.

Congressmen and Senators, Republican and Democrat, would be falling all over themselves to be the first ones to introduce resolutions condemning Maduro and calling for *regime change.*

Will a single member of the US government dare to introduce a resolution condemning Israel over child murder?

I doubt it. . .

I doubt even Rashida Tlaib or Ilhan Omar have the stomach for it.  Omar had to beg to be forgiven for making a harmless joke about AIPAC, how could she survive daring to condemn the divine Israeli state?

I marvel at the hypocrisy of American *Christian* republicans who stand at the Throne of God condemning abortion. . .but if a baby manages to drop out of its mama's pussy in Palestine, it's a *terrorist* and fair game for the IDF.  Listen, these supposed followers of Christ don't give two shits for the *sanctity of life*—they're all for the killing of anything that moves, if it stands in the way of the Kingdom of USrael.  

There is a group of self-proclaimed American Christians, founded by the apostate zionist windbag John Hagee, that calls itself CUFI: Christians United For Israel.  Here is what these CUFI gOOfballs say about themselves:

As the largest pro-Israel grassroots organization in the United States, Christians United for Israel is also the only Christian organization devoted to transforming millions of pro-Israel Christians into an educated, empowered, and effective force for Israel.

Not a force for the Kingdom of God. . .

A force for Israel. . .

Israel. . .they don't believe Jesus is the Redeemer in Israel.

So it seems odd Christians would unite to transform into a force for Israel.

Christians transforming. . .

Think about that. . .

Transforming. . .

That means you've changed into something else. . .

That means you ain't Christian, anymore.

Anyways, what do these CUFI gOOfballs say about Israel killing children and the disabled?

They say it's a LIE!

And on whose authority do they claim this?

This paragon of honesty. . .

...who was just indicted for bribery.

But I'm sure this crook's word will be good enough for Israel's apologists in the US government.  He says the United Nations has accused Israel of war crimes out of obsessive hatred of Israel.

Haha!  Here's one hate crime that will unite both US democrats and republicans!

But the greater Damned shame is that so many Americans who proclaim themselves Christian, who proclaim themselves followers of Jesus, will look the other way at Israel's crimes, or, worse, defend Israel for its child killings.

Jesus said:

I say unto you, Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use you, and persecute you; That ye may be the children of your Father which is in heaven: for He maketh hHs sun to rise on the evil and on the good, and sendeth rain on the just and on the unjust.

Sorry, CUFI gOOfballs, He didn't say shoot their children. . .

When Jesus' disciples wanted to kill their supposed enemies, what did Jesus do?

He turned, and rebuked them, and said, Ye know not what manner of spirit ye are of. For the Son of man is not come to destroy men's lives, but to save them.

That's the God Damned problem with so many self-proclaimed Christians in America:

They know not what manner of spirit they are. . .