The old lady has family in Washington, DC and California. We take 2 or 3 trips a year to these places--and nothing seems different. The same congested humanity. The same level of irritation and dissatisfaction. Everybody in a rush. Endless rush hour. People hurrying at a snail's pace from one meaningless endeavor to the next. Life wasted on pointless pursuits.
But drive two hundred miles North, and all things are made new, again. The Northern hicks have plenty of room to spread out. Space = time. You can see people clearly. Their lives are no doubt just as meaningless, but in the isolation and slower pace, you can actually see what they are.
Even the small city I live in is large enough you can't see anybody. It's all a mass of antmen stuck in traffic or anxiously trying to wring a few twenties from their Provider, ATM, or scurrying from a parking lot slurping Starbucks and babbling into cellular phones. A fraudulent existence. They think they are living--but this wasn’t what they were created for. Watching these antmen play at living would be like watching the Lakers and Celtics try to play basketball with a football.
In the Council Flats I call home, there are three hundred and eight units stitched together--the real human centipede. We live ass-to-mouth, shitting all over each other. My neighbors aren’t individual humans--they’re a pack of ever-changing strays. They bark at each other and howl at their televisions. They’re noise. You never really see anybody. You just hear them, and catch a glimpse of them on their mad scrambles. Noise and mad scrambles to secure a meaningless mechanical existence. A noisy blur of rusting robots clanking toward the scrap heap.
But the North is slow and empty. You can lock onto the individual and track him through his confused day. Humanity is just as deformed in the North as anywhere else, but you have the time and the space to take note.
Take the fat, for example. In the congested urban populations you see in the hurly-burly the burly ones, behemoths, obese-atrons--but how do they eat? How often do you see one of these creatures actually consuming their 7500 calories?
In the North, you actually see the dietary and feeding habits of human swine. Over the Fourth of July holidays, as I was touring Lake City, Falmouth and Marion, I had the opportunity to record such a feeding:
How does a person end so wrongly big? In the time and space of the North, you see the beginning. Here we have two generations of gargantuans starting a third on his way to toothlessness, obesity and diabetes:
In the time and space of the North, you see the life cycle of the neo-native AmerICKan fatass (and all other species). Now down here when I see one climbing huffing and puffing into an Explorer, I KNOW.
One other, greater advantage to the North:
In the time and space of the North, it’s far easier to find a remnant of the living church. Not our dead pew-warmers (or the North’s dead pew-warmers), but those whose names are written in the Book of Life.
It’s worth driving two hundred miles, it would be worth driving one thousand miles, to hear genuine praise of the Almighty.
This is the True North:
Robert Faurisson revisionist movie interview online
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February, 2012: Prof. Faurisson, who has been prosecuted multiple times in
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Remnant of the living church, all right. . . . the US flag is on display on the stage.
The rural areas are okay, but they are nothing like how they once were. The conveniences of the city are out there. The satellite with every channel available, media in general increasing the homogeneous nature of an already compliant American mass, but with more t-shirts proclaiming their preference in cigarette or beer or music.
"Brooks and Dunn kick ass, motherf$#%@r!!!", they scream as they light up another Marlboro, wheezing while raising the lighter which is likely the extent of their exercise that day.
Backbone of America, my ass.
That's nice, now go get another supersize snack from one of your nearby fast-food joints on the strip of shit just outside the city limits. Lookey there on the strip, Walmart, the predicate to any small downtown decay. . . . and they vomited themselves up just outside the city limits to avoid the taxes.
You know, cuz Walmart can't afford to pay taxes. Nor can they afford to pay their employees.
And these creatures go to the Walmart happily. Grazing on the zero nutrition crap they call food wearing the Chink made clothing, and checking out the klassy kostume jewelry.
When did the US become such a sty?
In the 60s and 70s, women were healthy and thin. But fast forward to now, you see gluttony everywhere...a deadly sin. These "women" resemble the Marshmallow man from the Ghostbusters movies.
No doubt, ITP, faith is polluted with nationalism by those who fly the flag. The question, as with all of us, I believe, since it is my opinion we are all polluted with some form of *leaven,* is how much pollution God can tolerate in faith before it is choked to death.
The Heavenly Father called His church through Christ before the foundation of the world. I am confident that our Lord Jesus Christ, the author and finisher of faith, will keep all the Father has given Him. I knew a fellow who dabbled in Christian Identity from time to time, but Christ always called him back to the Way before the heresy took root.
Anonynmous, I'm old enough to remember the girls of the sixties. . .yes, thin, indeed. . .Twiggy was by no means an anomaly. The grossly obese were still a startling, sometimes frightening sight when I was 6, 7 years old. And they were always older people. . . .the youth were thin. In my grade school there was only one fat girl, and she was teased unmercifully. Now this is the norm, and the fat are taught to think of themselves as *BBW.*
Only through Christ is the pollution tolerated by God. Otherwise Earth would have been flicked into Pluto like a billiard ball when Constantine "converted."
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