This Is Christmas

And the child grew, and waxed strong in spirit, filled with wisdom: and the grace of God was upon Him. Now His parents went to Jerusalem every year at the feast of the passover. And when He was twelve years old, they went up to Jerusalem after the custom of the feast. And when they had fulfilled the days, as they returned, the child Jesus tarried behind in Jerusalem; and Joseph and His mother knew not of it. . .And it came to pass, that after three days they found Him in the temple, sitting in the midst of the doctors, both hearing them, and asking them questions. And all that heard Him were astonished at His understanding and answers. . .

TRY to picture the scene. . .two thousand years ago, at the temple. . .all the great intellectuals gathered. . . the most respected scholars of the day. . .the thinkers who regulated the routines of life. . .they were probably arguing important issues such as how the people should wash their pots, etc. . .

And then:

In walks the One by whom all things were made. . .in walks the Source of Life. . .in walks the Light of the World. . .in the form of a twelve-year-old boy from the backwoods of Nazareth.

Imagine the Savior standing politely at the edge of the group, listening to the geniuses squabbling.  Feigning interest in their vain babbling, He asks a question. . .the great teachers debate, but cannot answer. . .Jesus provides the solution. . .the masters of Israel are a little taken aback, but also amused. They begin to question the young Galilean, thinking to put the lad in His place. . .but with each answer they receive, the amusement fades, until, astonished, the doctors have but one last question for the boy:

Who are you?

He would not tell them He was the Messiah. It would be another twenty years before even a few could accept that. He would tell them He was Jesus of Nazareth. That He lived with Mary and Joseph, the carpenter. He would not say He was Joseph’s son. Even at the temple at age 12, He claimed God as His father. When Joseph and Mary found Him teaching there, they told Him they had been searching for Him for three days. He calmly replied:

Wist ye not that I must be about My Father's business?

I wonder what of His Father’s business He told these scholars? What astonishing words did He give them? Secrets, mysteries of creation? The better way, a preview of the Sermon on the Mount? What did God incarnate reveal that day?

It has been lost. . .

THINK about that. . .

The sayings of the Lord Jesus Christ, lost.

The wisdom of the Eternal Logos, lost.

Infinitely more precious than gold—but lost.

We know to what lengths man will go to protect his gold. Fortresses are built to guard it. The words Jesus gave His hearers that day astonished them. . .but they could not keep them. They were lost. Think about that. . .for almost everything Jesus gives to men, they lose.

What happened to those doctors, who sat astonished before the Lord?

How long did Christ’s words remain with them? An hour? A day? A week? A month?

Behold, a sower went forth to sow; And when he sowed, some seeds fell by the way side, and the fowls came and devoured them up: Some fell upon stony places, where they had not much earth: and forthwith they sprung up, because they had no deepness of earth: And when the sun was up, they were scorched; and because they had no root, they withered away. And some fell among thorns; and the thorns sprung up, and choked them: But other fell into good ground, and brought forth fruit, some an hundredfold, some sixtyfold, some thirtyfold. Who hath ears to hear, let him hear.

Did Jesus’ words, of a value beyond what we can measure, produce any change in the lives of the hearers? Or a day, a week, a month later, were they back squabbling about the washing of pots?

Did they forget the encounter?

Was it, for them, as if it had never happened?

[Is it, for us, as if Christ’s gospel was never preached?  As if His atoning death and resurrection had never happened?]

This is the history of God’s interaction with mankind. From Eve to the Ark, from Babel to Sodom, the *sacrifice* of Isaac on a mountain in Moriah to Moses and the burning bush at Horeb, the Exodus through the Wilderness and on to the Promised Land—none of it made any lasting impression.

Let us borrow Rousseau:

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

God has supernaturally acted in His creation countless times, but for the creature, the encounters with the Creator remain ephemeral. As awesome as they have been, the effects nonetheless have a strangely short duration. Peter, rather bluntly, put it this way:

The dog is turned to his own vomit again; and the sow that was washed to her wallowing in the mire. . .

Man cannot stay clean. . .

We may also wonder:

Were any of the learned men still at the temple twenty years later, when Christ returned?

If so, did any of them know this prophet from Galilee who was causing such a stir preaching the Kingdom of God, healing the sick, raising the dead, was the very boy who had astonished them two decades prior?

It does not seem unreasonable to assume at least a few who had witnessed the twelve-year-old Jesus teaching at the temple had survived for twenty years, and thus also witnessed the Passion Week.

If not in an official capacity in Jerusalem, were not some of them there for the Feast, anyway?

Did any of them lay down palm branches and cry Hosanna in the highest when Christ entered the city?

Did any of them, one week later, cry Crucify Him!

The boy who astonished them twenty years prior. . .did they also see Him hanging on the cross?

Twenty years after marveling at His words, did they then insult Him as He was nailed and dying on a tree?

Twenty years after asking in astonishment who are you? did they then taunt Him with the following challenge?

If thou be the son of God, come down from the cross, and then we will believe.

Did any of those who heard Christ say it is finished realize this man was the boy they had heard twenty years prior? What would they have made of that?

Even if none of those from that earlier time were there, some who had lain palm branches before Him at the Triumphal Entry must have turned on Him a mere week later:

And Pilate answered and said again unto them, What will ye then that I shall do unto Him whom ye call the King of the Jews? And they cried out again, Crucify Him.

So whether it takes an hour, a day, a week or twenty years—the end result will be the same: man loses sight of God. Man cannot comprehend God. Man cannot apprehend Christ.

Look at Jesus’ supposed cousin, John the Baptist, of whom Christ said:

Among them that are born of women there hath not risen a greater. . .

Even John, who had himself baptized the Son of God, and who had seen the Holy Spirit descend upon Him like a dove, could not grasp the Savior:

Now when John had heard in the prison the works of Christ, he sent two of his disciples, And said unto Him, Art Thou He that should come, or do we look for another?

Art Thou He that should come? John saw the Holy Spirit like a dove descend upon Christ. John bore witness Jesus was the Son of God. And yet there he is, not long after, wondering art Thou He that should come?

Art Thou He that should come? Two thousand years later, does anybody even bother with such a question? What is left of Christ’s ministry? Just the shell. . .the brand name. . .a franchise. He’s a religious Ronald McDonald. . .the Eternal Logos now just a logo to plaster above the entrance to the thousands and thousands of McChurches. . .

The masses queue up for their drive-thru communion. . .a bit of cracker and a thimble-full of grape juice. It’s over in seconds. A damnable fraud. . .

This do in remembrance of Me. . .

People waiting in line, bored, checking their watches, they grab a bit of cracker and a swallow of juice, eyes wandering over the crowd—anybody in a short skirt?

And when the hour was come, He sat down, and the twelve apostles with Him. And He said unto them, With desire I have desired to eat this passover with you before I suffer: For I say unto you, I will not any more eat thereof, until it be fulfilled in the kingdom of God. And He took the cup, and gave thanks, and said, Take this, and divide it among yourselves: For I say unto you, I will not drink of the fruit of the vine, until the kingdom of God shall come. And He took bread, and gave thanks, and brake it, and gave unto them, saying, This is My body which is given for you: this do in remembrance of Me. Likewise also the cup after supper, saying, This cup is the new testament in My blood, which is shed for you.

It means nothing. It lost its meaning ages ago. Go into a McChurch and see the zombies at communion. . .look at the bored faces and the dry eyes. . .the ritual cannot reach their dead souls.

This do in remembrance of Me. . .

No. He is forgotten. The real Lord Jesus Christ is forgotten. . .lost.

Look around, for the sake of Christ, look around. . .every way of man is anti-Christ.

Surely John the Baptist was the first Christian—surely he was the first goer down the path so many Christians walk. He had a miraculous encounter with Christ and proclaimed the Savior. . .and then. . .he doubted.

He wasn’t sure, anymore, of what he had seen and heard. Perhaps just like those who had seen and heard the twelve-year-old Jesus. Just like the Israelites who had the cloud by day and the fire by night, and yet continually doubted.

For John the Baptist, events must not have proceeded as he imagined they would. Yes, after the baptism, he told his disciples:

He must increase, but I must decrease.

But he could not imagine how greatly he must decrease! Perhaps he could not imagine having no place in the world?

And He said unto them, Ye are from beneath; I am from above: ye are of this world; I am not of this world.

That is the problem, right there. Christ’s way is not the way of the world. Christ entered this world from another realm. Christ could dazzle with philosophy and miracles, but the world could never really digest His message.

Blessed are the meek: for they shall inherit the earth.

That message has no hearers in this world. The meek are held in contempt, while the aggressively greedy inherit the world.

We encounter Christ, and marvel. . .but we cannot put on His mind. . .for we are of the world—it is as simple as that.

John the Baptist, among them that are born of women there hath not risen a greater, must have imagined for himself some role in preparing Christ’s Kingdom. . .at the very least, to be a disciple. . .

But to find himself languishing in Herod’s prison? The voice of one crying in the wilderness, prepare ye the way of the Lord? To go from that to being totally removed from the world scene, locked away, waiting for a sinner’s executioner?

So the Baptizer of Christ doubted. . .he had to have doubted because of his place in the world.

I am from above: ye are of this world; I am not of this world.

Jesus could amaze the world. . .He would have celebrity. . . Hosanna in the highest they would cry. . .but when it was found His ways were incompatible with the ways of the world, all but a few left Him.

Today we have the franchise. . .the world has gone on its way for two thousand years, allowing the franchise to strain out the gnats because it swallows the world.

Christ was in the world, and yet the world remains untouched by His presence.

O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, which killest the prophets, and stonest them that are sent unto thee; how often would I have gathered thy children together, as a hen doth gather her brood under her wings, and ye would not!

All the gifts Christ gave. . .man let them slip through his fingers. . .he cannot accept Christ because of Christ’s other-worldliness.

And what about Christmas?  When the Western world's retailers try to remind us there was a Christ?

And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid. And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.

This is the season wherein we rejoice! The Savior is born. . .

And two thousand years later the world is a tangle of disease and cruelty.

Where in the world is joy?

In Him was life; and the life was the light of men. And the light shineth in darkness; and the darkness comprehended it not.

The darkness has not lifted. . .

And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying, Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.

Peace. . .good will toward men.

Look around. . .no, you cannot see for the darkness. . .feel around. . .feel around in the darkness of the world. Peace? Good will toward men?  No.  Only war and a hatred of the other.

The Lord Jesus Christ came. He delivered His message. He took away the sins of the world. He did His Father’s will and sacrificed Himself on the cross. It is finished, He said.

Why then is the world still a stinking garbage dump two thousand years later?

Why is God’s interaction always lost? Why cannot men hold onto what their Creator has provided?

He was in the world, and the world was made by Him, and the world knew Him not. He came unto His own, and His own received Him not.

The world does not know Jesus Christ. He came and went, and the world has continued in darkness. The darkness comprehended it not.

And I heard the voice of many angels round about the throne and the beasts and the elders: and the number of them was ten thousand times ten thousand, and thousands of thousands; Saying with a loud voice, Worthy is the Lamb that was slain to receive power, and riches, and wisdom, and strength, and honour, and glory, and blessing.

Ten thousand times ten thousand, and thousands of thousands, saying with a loud voice, Worthy is the Lamb. . .

Not even a whisper of it is heard in the darkness of our world. . .

Another Christmas. . .the fetishistic shopping, the dionysian office parties. . .idiots drunk. . .gluttons gobbling up sugary goodies, fattening their holiday waistlines. . .the noise, the tinsel, the noise, the 50% off sales that stink of a depression, the noise, the dysfunctional family gatherings around the altar of disappointing presents, the noise, the fake sentiment, the noise, the discount religion, the NOISE. Christ pushed off into the corner, playing third or fourth fiddle to Santa Claus, reindeer, elves.

How could Christ dwell on this earth for thirty-three years, and this be the result? Over and over He astonished those who came into contact with Him. But in the end, He was run out of town and hung on a tree. . .

Christ told the history of God’s supernatural interaction with man in this parable:

There was a certain householder, which planted a vineyard, and hedged it round about, and digged a winepress in it, and built a tower, and let it out to husbandmen, and went into a far country: And when the time of the fruit drew near, he sent his servants to the husbandmen, that they might receive the fruits of it. And the husbandmen took his servants, and beat one, and killed another, and stoned another. Again, he sent other servants more than the first: and they did unto them likewise. But last of all he sent unto them his son, saying, They will reverence my son. But when the husbandmen saw the son, they said among themselves, This is the heir; come, let us kill him, and let us seize on his inheritance. And they caught him, and cast him out of the vineyard, and slew him.

All that God has given the world has been lost.

Go ahead, try to find Eden. Try to find the Ark of the Covenant.

Our Lord said:

Give not that which is holy unto the dogs, neither cast ye your pearls before swine, lest they trample them under their feet, and turn again and rend you.

Let me tell you something, my friend, Jesus knew what He was talking about, here. He gave everything, including His blood. . .and it has all been trampled, trampled.

What the Hell kind of Christmas message is this?

We have to have ears to hear. . .

Let this mind be in you, which was also in Christ Jesus: Who, being in the form of God, thought it not robbery to be equal with God: But made Himself of no reputation, and took upon Him the form of a servant, and was made in the likeness of men: And being found in fashion as a man, He humbled himself, and became obedient unto death, even the death of the cross. Wherefore God also hath highly exalted Him, and given Him a name which is above every name: That at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, of things in heaven, and things in earth, and things under the earth; And that every tongue should confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father. Wherefore, my beloved, as ye have always obeyed, not as in my presence only, but now much more in my absence, work out your own salvation with fear and trembling. For it is God which worketh in you both to will and to do of his good pleasure.

Jesus left the Throne of God. . .Jesus left the Majesty of Heaven. . .and He came down to this wasteland. He preached the gospel to the poor. THINK about that. Nobody has a chance in this world. In the end, all are beaten down to the grave. The rich have their illusions. The poor have nothing. Jesus gave the poor the gospel. . .the hope for glory. . .but the glory will not be had in this world. The gospel is victory over the world.

Jesus left the Purity of the Highest. . .He came down and cleansed lepers and cast out disease. . .He raised the dead. He left the Splendor of Perfection and came down to the world of corruption. . .He who was spotless was mocked, slandered, spat on, beaten and bloodied, then nailed to the cross by gross humanity. He did not resist, nor utter an angry word. Look at us, foul creatures, and the insane tantrums we throw over the slightest insult.

What are we to celebrate on Christmas? Simply that Christ would so humble Himself by entering our world.

And what is the greatest gift our Lord gave us? What did He bring into this world? What did He have to personally hand deliver to our world?

Faith.

The faith of Christ.

Let that sink in.

The faith of Christ.

Not our faith. Let us not embarrass ourselves in front of the Savior Christmas morning as we tell Him we place our faith in Him, stupid grins on our faces as we wait for Him to give us slaps on the back.

He doesn’t want our faith. Our faith lasts about as long as the flavor in a piece of penny bubblegum. . .

Those doctors had a little faith in the twelve-year-old boy who astonished them. . .how long did that faith last? Was it there twenty years later when Christ hung on the cross? John the Baptist had faith in Christ when He saw the Spirit like a dove descend upon Him—where was that faith when the Baptizer asked art Thou He that should come, or do we seek another? The Jesus Christ fanboys had faith when they greeted His entry into Jerusalem singing Hosanna in the highest—where was that faith a week later? Crucify Him!

No, God doesn’t want our faith. Like a cheap whore sells her goods, we sell our faith to anyone or anything that provides a few tokens of comfort in this world.

The Lord Jesus Christ brought His faith into this hopeless world, and that is the great gift we celebrate at Christmas:

For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God. . .

Knowing that a man is not justified by the works of the law, but by the faith of Jesus Christ, even we have believed in Jesus Christ, that we might be justified by the faith of Christ, and not by the works of the law. . .

Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith; who for the joy that was set before Him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is set down at the right hand of the throne of God. . .

Let us not nitpick, asking for some blueprint showing every atom of the transfer of faith, and how it maps throughout the world, hitting some and missing others. If we need that to have faith, then the faith of Christ remains yet beyond us.

Jesus starts in us faith in Him, and finishes in us faith in Him.

Our joy in Christmas is the picture of Christ humbling Himself, being obedient to the Father’s will, condescending to take upon Himself human flesh. . .our Savior did indeed come into the darkness of the world, to bring His faith into the world to light our way home to the Father. . .

The world has lost everything Christ brought into it, let Him put saving faith in us, and then let Him sustain it in us until the end. . .

He places His faith in our corrupt vessels. . .our corruption can poison us with faithlessness.

Christ’s people have a hard time holding onto the gift He gave. . .but He will maintain His people through their journey in the wilderness of darkness and doubt.

Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, which according to His abundant mercy hath begotten us again unto a lively hope by the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, To an inheritance incorruptible, and undefiled, and that fadeth not away, reserved in heaven for you, Who are kept by the power of God through faith unto salvation ready to be revealed in the last time. Wherein ye greatly rejoice, though now for a season, if need be, ye are in heaviness through manifold temptations: That the trial of your faith, being much more precious than of gold that perisheth, though it be tried with fire, might be found unto praise and honour and glory at the appearing of Jesus Christ. . .

The darkness may cause His people to lose sight of Him, but He always sees us. . .

That star only the Magi saw two thousand years ago, it still shines, somewhere, out in the black sky. The Jesus star still shines upon those Christ calls His people. . .

Forget the dull sentiment printed on the Christmas cards. . .Christmas Day is for the soul that despairs. . .Christmas has been turned into the most worldly of holidays, eat, drink and be merry. . .the holiday has been co-opted by those who are at home in the world.

But for those who are truly world-weary, it is the day to refresh the hope, the day to celebrate when He stepped out of Glory into our dark world, to give His faith to us, to finish our redemption, to finish rescuing our souls out of the world. . .

Come unto Me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.

The world could for brief periods be dazzled by Jesus. . .but in the end, the world wants no part of Him. . .

Do we feel nothing in this world? There is nothing. . .until He appears to us. . .and then our soul feels its worth. . .

This is Christmas. . .

Why Vote?

Is there any reason to interrupt our glorious everyday routines and wait around and wait around and wait around the government's user-non-friendly polling place to cast a vote for President of the United States of America?

I suppose there are two reasons to vote:

For Entertainment Purposes: it is often quite amusing to see how poorly and cheaply the balloting process is carried out.  The polls are staffed by volunteers (i.e., the terminally unemployed who survive on this type of temporary piecemeal work, or lonesome retirees who want to be noticed again, if only for a day) using broken-down equipment.  It can be great fun to watch these election workers struggle to herd the increasingly irritated masses through the Rube Goldberg process of identification, balloting and counting.  Additional hilarity can be had by deliberating gumming up the works through feigned misunderstanding of the procedure, or making humorous comments to election staff, such as remarking to the person in charge of the voter roll "I didn't have to give my name the first two times I voted for Clinton today."  Either method is sure to frustrate both harried poll workers and impatient voters.

Fulfilling Our Ritual Obligation: our vote does NOT count, at least, not in the way some suppose.  Our vote has NO BEARING on the outcome of the election.  Even if we lived in a state that would decide the election (by its nonsensical *electoral college* system), and even if the vote in that state were a tie awaiting our vote, our vote still would have NO BEARING on the outcome. . .for certainly there would be a vote recount and our supposed tie-breaking vote would then be jumbled up among all the other insignificant votes. . .and then even that recount would be set aside for a court review, and eventually the election would be referred to a judiciary body to resolve (such as in the famous 2000 Gore-Bush contest).  Non-Democratic Powers# decide who *wins* the election, not the little ant people who stream to the polling places thinking they have a *say* in the matter.  Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton are actors hired by the Powers to perform in a cultural ritual, and our votes are merely the painted styrofoam props of the ritual stage show called Democracy.  Participation in these state rituals## is what binds the mass together in servitude to the Powers, and allows the Powers to continue their Delicious Living off the blood of the lumpen.  

If I vote, it is only for entertainment purposes, to make jest of the ritual, to mock the class traitors who work the polling place and to provoke the citizens who vote to fulfill their ritual obligation to the state, which they do from self-interest, because by collaborating with the state in its ritual election, by the willful self-deceit of believing they have a *voice* in the Process which rules their lives, the lumpen do not then have to confront their true condition: human fodder for the Powers.  Adherence to state rituals excuse the sheeple from taking responsibility for their existence.

Dress as a creepy clown, mark the ballot for an unauthorized candidate like Jill Stein, and then leave some novelty plastic turds lying around as a thank you for the *privilege* of *voting.*  

#For those who believe in the Christian Supreme Being, no human vote counts, not even the bought-and-paid-for-by-the-Powers votes of the final judiciary body. . .for the Christian Supreme Being controls the course of history, and no human ruler sits upon a throne unless he or she will fit the Eternal Scheme of the Almighty God. . .only the tripartite vote of God the Father, God the Son and God the Holy Spirit count.

##Other state rituals include the paying of the income tithe, standing for the national anthem, supporting the troops, submission to public education and police forces, faith in manifest destiny and other assorted pledges of allegiance, veneration of the constitution, jury duty.
  

Cops Kill Another One. . .And Endanger A Child!!!

3 August 2016: Police outside the US city of Baltimore shot and killed a woman holed up with a five-year-old boy. Korryn Gaines, 23, was armed with a shotgun and due to be arrested for an outstanding traffic violation at the time. Police said she refused to co-operate and opened fire when they tried to enter her apartment. The boy, who may have been her son, was also shot during the exchange, but is in a stable condition in hospital.

Listen. . .this isn't really that fucking complicated.  It isn't too hard to figure out.  It's a no-brainer, so even the mentally challenged AmerICKan po-lice should be able to handle it correctly:

There is NO pressing need to arrest a Baltimore hairdresser with a misdemeanor resisting/interfering with police warrant that can possibly justify endangering a five year old kid.
Sorry, the world can go on one more day without having this black chick show up in court over a nickel-and-dime traffic beef.

You telling me the Baltimore po-lice are so fucking stupid they can't understand when they see a crazy hothead black chick with a kid during a firearms stand-off that the best fucking solution is to retreat?  Leave, get the fuck out of there before the kid gets hurt. I understand the po-lice love to shoot black folk, but why not shoot the crazy bitch later, when the kid ain't in the fucking line of fire?  You don't have to be a rocket scientist to figure this shit out.

The God damn courts are choked with black people held on bullshit hassles. . .what possible difference could it have made if this chick went to court today, tomorrow, next week, next month, never?

To not admit the RIGHT course of action was for the Baltimore po-lice to leave as soon as they knew a child was endangered, and to try to arrest this woman on her bullshit warrant at a later point in time and space, when no children would be at risk, to not admit this, you have to be dishonest to your core. . .or retarded.

No fucking urgent need to have one more colored person in court. . .

Policing in AmerICKa is a menace to public safety. . .sorry. . .dumb asses can clap and cheer for Trump's Law & Order, but this is what you are really cheering for: another dead citizen, and a five year old kid with a bullet wound.  God bless AmerICKa?  It ain't gonna happen. 

Out-Of-Shape White Cops In Fear For Their Lives Kill Gold Tooth Black Man Alton Sterling

Man, those two white cops are a joke!  Fat, out-of-shape, weak as shit. . .a shot-up Gold Tooth compact disc peddler named Alton Sterling nearly escaped from them!

But, hey now, let's be clear, I seen a lot of comments on the Social Medias which state, as if it's an obvious fact from the video, that Gold Tooth didn't resist.  

Huh?

What video are they looking at?

If you watch the video above, it's clear Gold Tooth wasn't just laying passively on the ground. . .you can clearly see he is trying to get up or get the one white slob cop off him. . .and just before the first shot, you see Gold Tooth's right shoulder moving, either trying to get his gun, or knock the cop off him. . in any event, Gold Tooth does clearly resist, because in the next second, clear as day, he shoves the one out of shape white cop who was on top of him into the other slob white cop, knocking him off balance. ..then you don't see nothing for a couple seconds, as you hear the doubtless *frightened for his life* cop (as all white cops seem to be) scream 'get on the ground,' as perhaps Gold Tooth has managed to get to his knees, then you hear the frightened cops fill Gold Tooth with more lead.  When the camera returns to the *action,* you see the one frightened slob white cop pointing his gun at Gold Tooth, Gold Tooth's shirt shiny with blood leaking out his chest, his left hand in a death twitch, and the slob cop, surveying his day's work, sez *fuck!,* no doubt realizing the giant fucking mess he and his out-of-shape partner have made.

Not that Gold Tooth's resistance justifies the slob white cops' actions. . .it don't.  If the slob cops could have managed to do their fucking job correctly, Gold Tooth would be alive (and in jail, trying to post bond, no doubt).  But let's talk about what the video clearly shows. . .we don't need to make up fairy stories about some poor peddler laying meekly on the ground to condemn the incompetent white cops.  We can condemn the cops even while noting Gold Tooth was resisting.  Tell the story straight. . .the slob cops didn't just happen upon some black man laying on the ground and then shoot him for no reason.  Apparently the slob white cops were responding to a disturbance call about the Gold Tooth compact disc peddler threatening somebody with a gun. . .and then the out-of-shape cops couldn't do their job, and were too frightened to try to do their job without the use of a gun. 

Would Gold Tooth still be alive, if he hadn't resisted?  Who knows?  White cops are so gosh darned scared of blacks, they might have murdered him, anyway.

My opinion: if Gold Tooth had just laid passively on the ground (as is claimed by most on the Social Medias), he'd still be alive. 

BUT. . .

The out-of-shape white cops are still guilty of murder, even if Gold Tooth resisted. . .they murdered him because they were physically and emotionally incapable of performing the duties of their job properly. . .physically and mentally weak, they panicked and unjustifiably shot to death a Gold Tooth compact disc peddler.

By all means, I'm all with the Social Media folks who want to condemn the white cops. . .but let's tell the story straight, so the condemnation is as just as the killing was unjust.

The Slaughter Of The Gays & The Law Religions

Forty-nine people were killed and 53 more were wounded when a gunman launched an assault on a gay nightclub in Orlando early Sunday. The shooter, killed by police after a three-hour siege, was Omar Mateen, 29, of Fort Pierce, Florida. Mateen called 911 before the attack, expressing fealty to ISIS. He had been probed by the FBI twice, but the investigations were closed. He legally bought the two guns used in the attack within the past week.

Omar Mateen's father, Mir Seddique, spoke to NBC News about the shooting . "This had nothing to do with religion," he told the network. "We were in downtown Miami, Bayside, people were playing music. And he saw two men kissing each other in front of his wife and kid and he got very angry," Seddique told NBC. "They were kissing each other and touching each other and he said, 'Look at that. In front of my son they are doing that.' And then we were in the men's bathroom and men were kissing each other."

The father of the Reaper of Gays says:

This had nothing to do with religion. . .

Huh?

This had everything to do with religion, and shows the inadequacy of the world's two major Law religions: Judaism and Islam.

Judaism instructs: If a man also lie with mankind, as he lieth with a woman, both of them have committed an abomination: they shall surely be put to death; their blood shall be upon them.

Islam instructs: Verily, you practice your lusts on men instead of women. Nay, but you are a people transgressing beyond bounds. . .And We rained down on them a rain (of stones). Then see what was the end of the Mujrimun.

These Law religions identify faggotry as a sin, and advocate punishment as a justified reaction to the sin.  Judaism clearly promotes death as the sentence for faggotry, and while Islam's edict is a little murkier, it's menacing enough to merit an interpretation of death among the more *fundamental* would-be enforcers of the Law.  

The great trouble with the Law religions is the average idiot who reads the texts imagines himself God's hangman.  This delusion carries from the individual to the state level. . .

For example, a lone believer like Omar Mateen, who is revealed to be a faggot himself (and here) (and here), detests his and other people's homosexuality, and discovers in a Law religion a similar hatred, along with a divine remedy: death.  Though secularists would view Mateen as a low-life, he must have imagined himself doing God's High Work as he was gunning down 49 queers, and then showed he was no hypocrite, by giving himself the death penalty also, via suicide-by-cop.

Man's vengeful violence originates in the Law religion principle, from the individual level, when the Everyman discovers offending sin in the other, and envisions himself as God's avenging angel, to the state level, when the state sacralizes its ideology, and engages in war against states with a supposed counter-ideology.

Christianity is radically different from Judaism and Islam.  Jesus never shied from identifying sin, and surely would identify faggotry as sin, but He outlawed man's authority to act as executioner:

He that is without sin among you, let him first cast a stone. . .

Often there is talk in the West of a *Judeo-Christian* tradition. . .there is no such tradition, nor can there be:

He came into His own, and His own received Him not. . .

Judaism and Christianity are in opposition.  It is Law opposed to Grace.  

Jesus commands forgiveness, not punishment, of sin.  A limitless forgiveness, which vengeful man is loathe to accept:

Then came Peter to Him, and said, Lord, how oft shall my brother sin against me, and I forgive him? till seven times? Jesus saith unto him, I say not unto thee, Until seven times: but, Until seventy times seven.

This is why we can discount the supposed *Christianity* of the (dis)believer who commits violence in the name of Christ. . .

Jesus set the standard when He declared from the cross:

Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do. . .

There can be no co-tradition between a Law religion which put Jesus on the cross, and the Gospel which openly rejected that Law religion. . .

A *tradition* between the hangman's religion and the hangman's victim?  Absurd. . .

The truth of our world is seemingly opposing cultures actually practice a co-tradition of violence. . .this is true on the individual level, as when we compare the reaction to faggotry of the islamic Omar Mateen to the judaic Yishai Schlissel:

It is also true on the state level.  For example, compare the United States and ISIS: both practice Law religions, which justify them punishing the sin in the other by violence. . .

The world is trapped in a circle of violence performed by supposed clashing cultures, which, in actuality, co-practice a Law religion tradition. . .

Until the Gospel of Jesus rules, the Kingdom of Heaven suffers violence, and the violent take it by force. . .

The Myth Of Progress

24 May 2016: The Fukushima clean-up team remains in the dark about the exact locations of 600 tons of melted radioactive fuel from three devastated nuclear reactors, the chief of decommissioning told the ABC’s Foreign Correspondent program in an exclusive interview. Following the tsunami-caused 2011 meltdown at Fukushima Dai-ichi nuclear power plant uranium fuel of three power generating reactors gained critical temperature and burnt through the respective reactor pressure vessels, concentrating somewhere on the lower levels of the station currently filled with water.

The melted nuclear fuel from Reactor 1 poured out completely, estimated 30 to 50 percent of fuel from Reactor 2 and 3 remained in the active zone, Masuda said. The official estimates that approximately “200 tons of [nuclear fuel] debris lies within each unit," which makes in total about 600 tons of melted fuel mixed up with metal construction elements, concrete and whatever else was down there. Five years after the Fukushima tragedy, the exact location of the highly radioactive “runaway” fuel remains mystery for TEPCO. The absolutely uncontrollable fission of the melted nuclear fuel assemblies continue somewhere under the remains of the station.

“It's important to find it as soon as possible,” acknowledged Masuda, admitting that Japan does not yet possess the technology to extract the melted uranium fuel.

“Once we can find out the condition of the melted fuel and identify its location, I believe we can develop the necessary tools to retrieve it,” Masuda said. TEPCO’s inability to locate the melted fuel could be explained by huge levels of radiation near the melted reactor shells. It is so high that even custom-built robots sent there to get information about the current state of affairs there get disabled by the tremendous radioactivity flux. Human presence in the area is understandably out of the question.

The company’s decommission plan for Fukushima nuclear power plant implies a 30-40 year period before the consequences of the meltdown are fully eliminated. Yet experts doubt the present state of technology is sufficient to deal with the unprecedented technical task.

Fukushima is the most under-reported story in human history.  Why?  It exposes the unbridgeable chasm between man and God.

When God's creation sinned, He had a plan for its redemption. . .

God created something: man.  It broke. . .but God knew how to fix it.

Playing god with his science and technology, man's creation sinned. . .and he has no fucking idea what to do:

Yet experts doubt the present state of technology is sufficient to deal with the unprecedented technical task. . . 

Man created a nuclear reactor, it broke. . .and man sits clueless, absorbing its cesium one Becquerel at a time.  The consequences are virtually eternal.  The radiation will poison its creator until the End. . .

Playing god with his science and technology, man creates biotechnological, nanotechnological and cognitive-technological creations that he has no eschatological understanding of.  He sets these creations loose without foreknowledge.  Man, a weakling god, hopes for the best. . .

This is how man has acted since the beginning:

Now the serpent was more subtil than any beast of the field which the Lord God had made. And he said unto the woman, Yea, hath God said, Ye shall not eat of every tree of the garden? And the woman said unto the serpent, We may eat of the fruit of the trees of the garden: but of the fruit of the tree which is in the midst of the garden, God hath said, Ye shall not eat of it, neither shall ye touch it, lest ye die. And the serpent said unto the woman, Ye shall not surely die: for God doth know that in the day ye eat thereof, then your eyes shall be opened, and ye shall be as gods, knowing good and evil. And when the woman saw that the tree was good for food, and that it was pleasant to the eyes, and a tree to be desired to make one wise, she took of the fruit thereof, and did eat, and gave also unto her husband with her; and he did eat.

Aiming to be as God, Adam and Eve created new versions of themselves with their chemical experimentation. . .they forever altered mankind's cognition by eating fruit from the tree of the knowledge of good and evil.  They doubted God's death warning, and man has continued to doubt it every generation since.

In this age of unending hype over the promises of artificial intelligence, robotics and bio- and nanotechnological miracles, the wonders of man's science and technology, which tease immortality, Fukushima is a story told only in a whisper, because it ends in man's defeat, and not his enthronement. 

#BlackLiesMatter

17 May 2016: A black University of Iowa student from Naperville lied about being the victim of a hate crime and was actually an aggressor during several drunken fights that began inside a bar, police said Tuesday. Marcus Owens, 19, told police that he was attacked in an alley April 30 by three white men who hurled racial slurs and beat him, damaging his eye socket, knocking out his front teeth and cutting his lips. The claim stoked safety concerns and exposed minority students' distrust of university leaders. But a two-week investigation by Iowa City Police found that a heavily intoxicated Owens was an instigator during several altercations that began inside the Eden Lounge early May 1 and continued in downtown streets. Police said Tuesday that Owens, a 2015 graduate of Waubonsie Valley High School in Aurora, would not face charges for filing a false report, fighting or underage drinking, and that they would not seek restitution to recover the costs of their investigation. They said they wanted to avoid lengthy court proceedings in the case that shook the normally quiet college town.

There is a significant portion of the negro community which exists in a continual state of untruth.  Living lives of repeated failings and unmet personal expectations, these negroes refuse to acknowledge responsibility for their deficiency.  Instead, they choose to pacify their wounded egos by blaming their inadequacies on nonexistent white malevolent spirits.

I wasn't a drunken ass who descended into a state of bestial violence, says the black Marcus Owens, no, I was an innocent victim of the crowd, hated without reason.

Thus, the false negro victim equates himself to Jesus Christ.  Add blasphemy to the list of charges the police failed to file. . .

Only the truth can set the negro free, but as long as he persists in living in untruth, he will stumble from one failure to the next, each time blaming an imaginary supernatural white force.  The more the negro fails, the more he lies, the more the negro lies, the more he fails. . .the negro is trapped in a circle of defeat and dishonesty from which he can only temporarily escape through intoxication and/or a false cathartic violence, and from which the negro reemerges with the pounding headache of his own moral bankruptcy. . .which, of course, must be alleviated with another dose of evil white spirts. . .ad infinitum, the negro condition.

In the particular case of the negro Marcus Owens, he compounded his misdeed by seeking to infect the entire University of Iowa community with his phantom hate:

The claim stoked safety concerns and exposed minority students' distrust of university leaders.

Owens' lie thus tempted the victimization tendencies of other coloreds at the University of Iowa.  Not able to live alone in untruth, he seeks to push his hate poison on his fellow coloreds.  For if they, too, inevitably fail, and they, too, blame it on a supernatural white force, then his state of untruth is *strengthened* by their false witness. . .

Though the police are understandably sick and tired of dealing with the hysterical hysteria, they do a disservice to the negro in question by sweeping his black lies under the rug.  Without an official repudiation of his untruth, the negro in question is allowed to continue living without having to accept responsibility for his own crime.  When untruth is allowed to pass unchallenged, the liar is given over to a reprobate mind, like the unrepentant sinners depicted in Romans 1.  Thus, black lies do matter. . . 

Green Room

What a fun idea for a movie: a punk band gets trapped in a skinhead club and has to fight its way out in a sub-cultures battle to the death.  Yes, what a fun idea. . .but, alas, not a fun movie.  Instead we have a grindingly dull grindhouse throwback handicapped with Peter Dinklage-sized thrills and Angus Scrimm-sized gaps in logic.

The dreary failure of a film begins with the hard-up punkers taking a last-minute booking at a backwoods skinhead club. . .because. . .uh. . .because maybe Prussian Blue got held after school and had to cancel?

Anyways, apparently, for some reason, no white power band could be found to round out the bill, and, for some reason, the skinhead club manager figured a shite punk band would be better than nothing. . .kinda reminds you of the Sex Pistols disastrously ill-conceived US tour:

Anyways, the punkers manage to get through their show a lot better than the Pistols did at the Longhorn, and are just about to be on their merry way when one band member *remembers* that he *forgot* his cell phone. . .alas, as *fate* (or lazy script-writing) would have it, the absentminded punk blunders back into the green room to retrieve his mobile just as some skinheads are squabbling over the corpse of the girl they just murdered. . .oops. . .next thing you know, all our hero punkers have barricaded themselves inside the green room, seemingly at the mercy of their racialist hosts.    

There's no logical reason the skinheads, superior in number and superior in firepower (including attack dogs), couldn't simply storm in and kill all the punkers, and then dispose of their bodies and their van. . .but, for some reason, the head skinhead is worried that if he kills all the punkers and they are reported as missing, some of the skinhead crowd who saw the punkers play at his club might run to the mud people's police and tattle (apparently he knows in advance how little loyalty white supremacists really have, as the dumb script has several skinheads, for some reason, turn punk collaborators). . .

And, for some reason, it doesn't occur to the head skinhead that if all of the above were to occur, he could simply tell the mud people's police that yes, the punkers did play at his club, but once the show was over, they got into their van and took off, and that he has no idea where they are.  But no, the head skinhead, for some reason, has no faith in such a clean, simple solution, and instead insists on staging an incredibly elaborate, labyrinthian cover-up, which I doubt even the scriptwriter could explain. . .and thus begins the long, illogical tedium that is Green Room, as both punkers and skinheads make one head-scratchingly stupid decision after another, with neither group seeming to want to end this retard's version of a Mexican standoff.

[One small example of the stupidity and ill-logic of the script: there are two punkers left to kill, and, for some reason, the head skinhead decides it would be a good idea to send in two newby neo-Nazis to finish the job, and even though he has plenty of weapons at his disposal, for some reason, he sends in the newbies armed only with one gun and three bullets. . .??]

Well, plenty of thrillers have scripts with plot holes. . .but they are still decent entertainment. . .because they have plenty of thrills. . .and plenty of tension. . .and they are well-acted.  Green Room has no thrills or tension, just clumsily-staged fights that end in gore shots that are supposed, I suppose, to make the senseless suspense-less scenes seem clever.  But no.

The acting is crap, too.  Patrick Stewart plays the head skinhead in what, I suppose, is supposed to be a cool, quirky, contrarian fashion. The real-life skinhead's skinhead moves in slow-motion and speaks in such a soft, soothing, somnolent and pedantic style, he would make Mr. Rogers seem rowdy.  A dull villain--now there's a great idea for a thriller! 

A limey actress named Imogen Poots plays a skinhead girl-turned-punk sympathizer in such a glazed over, life-less way, she would make Jeb Bush look high-energy, she's a human dose of klonopin, killing off all cinematic anxiety. . . 

The rest of the cast is similarly shitty, none are convincing as punkers or skinheads. . .there's nothing in the least bit anarchic or racist about any of the characters. . .they all seem like the most uninspired RPGers imaginable. . .transpunks and transracists desperately in need of hormone therapy.

Green Room doesn't succeed on any level (even the sound sucks, with chunks of the dialogue completely unintelligible [though that may be a blessing in disguise]), and despite its incomprehensibly rave reviews, it's an amateurish effort, and surely one of the worst *best* movies of the 21st century.

United We Stand: Negress Assaults Ladyboy. Ted Cruz Partly To Blame.

4 May 2016: A transgender woman, or *Ladyboy* as they are sometimes referred to, is shown in a cellphone video being physically and verbally assaulted on New York City's No. 4 train. The recording, taken on April 28 by Ladyboy Pearl Love, opens with a negress passenger on the train taunting Pearl about her makeup, handbag and feminine presentation. "Suck my dick!" the ancestral African passenger screams before declaring that Pearl's presence "ain't appropriate for my child" (though no little colored person is visible in the video). As the video progresses, the negress morphs from irritated to angry to violent. She strikes Pearl, who remains silent throughout the recording. Besides attacking Pearl for her gender identity, the negress hurled ethnic slurs at Pearl, who is Taiwanese. "Whoever that motherfucker is in Taiwan or Tokyo, fuck y'alls emperor," the Milk Dud-colored woman says. The recording ends with the negress jumping out of her seat and striking Pearl.

Who do we blame for this *hate crime?*  This crime of hate, in which an angry negress attempts to self-medicate the pain from her failed AmerICKan life?  Of course, the negress herself must accept the *lion's share* of blame. . .

But I also accuse heretical Christianity's failed political savior, Ted Cruz. . .

Yes, Ted Cruz has at least a *jackasses share* of blame, for his contribution to the poisoned psychic environment in which Ladyboys struggle to survive in AmerICKa. . .

It was Ted Cruz, desperate to garner the votes of disaffected AmerICKans in his failing presidential campaign, who demonized Ladyboys as restroom child predators, legitimizing them as a target for the paranoid AmerICKan underclass:

New York Times, 29 April 2016: As Senator Ted Cruz of Texas seeks every possible edge to stop Donald J. Trump, he has seized on a once-obscure issue with a proven power to inflame conservatives: letting transgender women use women’s bathrooms. Mr. Cruz mentions it constantly in Indiana, a state with many social conservatives that is all but a last stand for him in his fight to deprive Mr. Trump of the Republican presidential nomination.

“Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton both agree that grown men should be allowed to use the little girls’ restroom,” Mr. Cruz said on Tuesday night as a crowd in Knightstown, Ind., booed heartily. He made the remarks after coming before the crowd with his two daughters, 7 and 5, who wore matching pink dresses.

Mr. Cruz has alternated between mockery and outrage nearly every day in highlighting Mr. Trump’s stance, seizing on it after Mr. Trump said last week that people should be free to “use the bathroom they feel is appropriate.” Mr. Trump was responding to the furor over a North Carolina law that stripped legal protections from gay and transgender people.

In leveraging the issue, Mr. Cruz has raised the specter of sexual predators in women’s restrooms, which conservatives around the country have effectively invoked to defeat anti-discrimination laws — and which gay rights advocates denounce as a myth. Earlier, Mr. Cruz said, “If the law says that any man, if he chooses, can enter a women’s restroom, a little girls’ restroom, and stay there, and he cannot be removed because he simply says at that moment he feels like a woman, you’re opening the door for predators.”

Yes, Ted Cruz, with his mind constantly on *little girls restrooms* (and who knew there were such things?  In my state, there are no separate *little girls restrooms,* there are only men's and women's restrooms. . .but maybe Cruz revealed wishful thinking? Perhaps he has longed to see enclosures erected exclusively for the purpose of toilet bowl usage by little girls?) poisoned the psychic atmosphere for Ladyboys, painting them as a threat, as child shitter terrorists.

Yes, by thus stigmatizing Ladyboys, Ted Cruz must stand accused of inciting *hate crimes* such as the one depicted in the ugly video clip above. . .