Things Will Get Better

AnnArbor.com, 22 March 2012: A man sexually assaulted a 29-year-old woman he picked up near an Ann Arbor freeway exit where she was panhandling, police said. The woman accepted a ride from the man after he informed her he could find her work, police said. Ann Arbor police went to the area of Interstate 94 and Jackson Road about 1:45 p.m. Wednesday after being notified of a woman who was holding a sign and appeared to be upset and crying, Lt. Renee Bush said. The woman told police a man had offered her some work and she got into his car, Bush said. It’s unknown where the woman is from, and the police report indicated she is living out of a hotel, Bush said. While in the car, the man touched her chest and genital area through her clothes, Bush said. The man drove the woman to his home and, while in the garage, slapped her buttocks three or four times, Bush said. The woman then ran away and returned to the exit ramp, Bush said. Bush said the woman refused medical treatment but gave a detailed enough description of the man’s truck and home that Officer Jaime Crawford was able to find the residence and identify the man. He has not been arrested, but Ann Arbor police detectives are investigating the case.

She was out there again yesterday, at the Jackson Road exit off 94 West.  I take that exit when I pick up my kids at school, and I’ve seen this woman quite a few times since she has taken up panhandling there in the last month.  Before she was assaulted, she would stand catatonic, staring at her feet, holding a cardboard sign (“Help.  Single Mother.  Need Rent Money.” A picture of her daughter at the bottom).  She gave one the impression of being a severely depressed zombie.

I saw her last Wednesday, the day she was assaulted.  And if the timeline in the news article was right, despite her near rape, she was back out begging a little over an hour later, as I saw her, a sobbing wreck, at 3 pm.  I was startled to see this previously emotionally mute mendicant looking so animated.  I wanted to ask her what was up, but the light at the exit was green, so I rolled on by. . .

She was bawling her eyes out again yesterday, her tears bombing her Jan Crouch-like make-up.  I hit a red light, so I lower my window, and as I hand her a five dollar bill and a copy of Jack Chick’s The Word Became Flesh, I ask her:

“What’s wrong?  Did you get assaulted again?”

“Nooo,” she blubbers, “a state trooper run me off earlier, and I’m afraid he’ll come back.  I’m just trying to get money for my motel.”

My wife has seen her a couple times while taking the kids to school in the morning.  The kids ask her why she doesn’t give her any money, like I do.  The old lady says the panhandleress would just spend the money on drugs.  The old lady reads a lot of articles which state the best way to help the homeless is to give money to shelters, soup kitchens, etc. 

It’s obvious this poor creature is not a drug addict. Or if she is a drug addict, she is addicted to Seroquel, Wellbutrin and/or Klonopin--made an addict by ethnic witch doctors exponentially increasing her natural depression with their hellish prescriptions.

I prefer to give money directly to bums.  Let them spend it as they may.  I’m not going to cure a bum of alcoholism by giving a couple of bucks to a shelter.  I feel good giving cash to bums, I feel my life has purpose. Writing a check to the Shelter Association leaves me cold.

Our Lord said:

Give to him that asketh thee.

Can you imagine our Lord and our God demeaning a bum by commanding:

Morally examine him that asketh thee, and if he be found worthy, then give to him.  But if a spot be found, then give thine alms to the poorhouse. . .

No, when someone asks of us, we are the ones being tested. . .

But anyway, I dream of winning the Mega Millions Lotto and giving this poor woman, whatever her state may be, a duffel bag stuffed with a hundred thousand dollars. . .

What miserable lives so many of us lead. . .

Look at this born loser in her orange hoodie, devastated by the workings of filthy lucre. . .riddled with anxiety and depression. . .ill-equipped to deal with the children of this world.  Left vulnerable by her simpleton’s gullibility. . .a gullibility exacerbated by her penury.  Her mind soft. . .disabled by the effects of generations of human sin. . she’s left psychologically defenseless. . .unable to see the wolf in sheep’s clothing. . .her gullibility exposing her to a cynical molestation.  Any sharpy promising a job can use her like a bowling ball: pick her up, finger her, throw her in the gutter.

The awful lives. . .hard. . .pitiless. . .despairing.  And there is one, standing by the road, hoping for the kindness of strangers. 

As the years go by, my wonder increases: why aren’t there more suicides?  Why do people persist? 

Satan can attack the faith of Christ (and these are they by the way side, where the word is sown; but when they have heard, Satan cometh immediately, and taketh away the word that was sown in their hearts). . .but there is a faith Satan has very little success against:

Things will get better. . .

This is the faith of the world. . .

Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen. . .

Countless millions around the world get their ass kicked from sun up to sun down, and they return to life the next day for more of the same.

This poor woman at 94 and Jackson would kill herself immediately if she had no faith things will get better. . .

Mass suicide if the world lost its faith things will get better. . .

Satan molested this poor woman, and yet here she stands, still believing things will get better. . .

Only a few lose the faith of the world and kill themselves. . .

There’s more evidence Jesus rose from the dead than things will get better. . .yet the vast majority of mankind reject Christ and hope for the best. . .

Jesus said:

He that believeth on Me, the works that I do shall he do also; and greater works than these shall he do. . .

So where are the miracles today?  No miracles, no faith of Christ.  No one asks Christ.  The weary masses rise every day and ask life for things to get better--and they have faith it will.

People live hard, joyless lives. . .lives full of worry. . .they stare at empty futures.  Yet they start again every morning, praying to life to bring them something better.

People survive on self-deceit. . .

The faith of Christ died on the cross. . .the miracle generating power of His faith only experienced by a few followers for a few years after His death.  The crippled do not get up and walk, the blind do not receive their sight--this is our right by faith, but it lays buried under centuries of unbelief, compromise and the traditions of men. . .

Government handouts and scientific and technological cures are the miracles people seek from the faith of the world. . .

But the faith of the world will leave you standing by the side of the road, broken, anxious, fretting for tomorrow. . .

Christ doesn’t want His people to live like that:

O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, thou that killest the prophets, and stonest them which are sent unto thee, how often would I have gathered thy children together, even as a hen gathereth her chickens under her wings, and ye would not! Behold, your house is left unto you desolate.

Desolate, that is the condition of the world. . .

Desolate, that is the condition of the woman in the orange hoodie. . .

Things will get better. . .

No.

Worse is ahead.  God wrote it that way.  Unless we give up the faith of the world, the misplaced faith things will get better, we will all be partakers of Babylon’s plagues:

Come out of her, My people, that ye be not partakers of her sins, and that ye receive not of her plagues. . .

The woman in the orange hoodie needs to pray and fast, and find one with the faith of Christ to pray and fast with--otherwise she dies slowly, day by day, sin by sin blotting out the light, until she's left in darkness, standing by the side of the road, catatonic or hysterical, suffering abuse waiting for the god of this world to get her a motel room.

Her faith is a marvel!  To stand by the side of the road and endure misery and molestation, and still believe through a vale of tears things will get better.

I have not found so great faith, no, not in Israel. . .

Imagine if Christ’s people had this kind of faith!  A Kingdom could be built. . .

French Scooter Shooter A *Racist?*

France24.com, 19 March 2012: Four people, including three children, have been killed after a man opened fire outside a Jewish school in the French city of Toulouse Monday. Police say the bullets came from the same gun that was used last week in the murder of three soldiers.  The shooting occurred at about 8.10 am, just ahead of the start of classes in most French schools. The shooter, wearing a helmet, fled the scene on a black scooter.

On Monday afternoon, judicial sources confirmed that the bullets fired at the school had been fired from the same weapon used in last week’s deadly shootings in Montauban and Toulouse. The shooting on March 15 in nearby Montauban saw two soldiers killed by a gunman riding a scooter. The soldiers, of the 17th Parachute Engineering Regiment recently returned from operations in Afghanistan, were killed outside their barracks. Four days before, a soldier from another airborne regiment was killed in Toulouse.

“All the soldiers who were killed were from ethnic minorities,” said a government spokesman. “So this is looking like a series of racist killings. One of the soldiers killed in the earlier incidents had been of Caribbean origin and the other two Muslims.”

The French government, the *Authorities,* have crafted a plot starring a scooter riding racist zipping through the south sniping *ethnic minorities.*  This is drama from the 21st century political Theater of the Absurd.  The story cannot withstand the barest scrutiny--yet this will not cause the *Authorities* any concern, for the sheeple, in matters of VIOLENCE, do not question what they are told.  Segments of sheeple may question economic policy, especially if entitlements which provide a soft lifestyle are jeopardized.  But when BLOOD is spilled, the sheeple embrace the *we are good, they are evil* fairy tale, which absolves them of any moral responsibility.

The French *Authorities* would have it believed, just after an AmerICKan soldier slaughtered sixteen Afghan civilians, a *racist* spontaneously generated in the south, killing coloreds--and completely coincidentally, at a French military barracks which houses soldiers who *served* in Afghanistan.  We are told the scooter spree killer is racially motivated, killing coloreds out of hate.  The killings, the sheeple are taught, are purely racial in nature, and are not related to political policy.

But, in fact, any individual capable of even a brief consideration of the facts will have to reject the French government’s *racist* propaganda, for it seems incredible a scooter riding racist could know for certain the ethnicity or religion of soldiers loitering outside a barracks.  One might suggest the *racist* was just looking for any darky--but if so, why choose a military barracks when, if the scooter shooter truly was racially motivated, he could have made his mission much less risky by picking an easier and more purely racial target, as the scooter shooter did in his second attack?

The *Authorities* know the *racist* is killing for political, and not racial, reasons.  But they cannot confess to the sheeple there is any concrete risk (instead of the flimsy and abstract, but never-ending *terror* threat) of any blood consequence for the Judeo-Christian War Complex.  The decades long Judeo-Christian crusade against Palestine, Lebanon, Iraq, Afghanistan, Libya, Syria and Iran are marketed as cheap wars--cheap in Western blood.  The French *Authorities* cannot afford to tell the sheeple the truth, that sheeple blood may be required at the brazen altar of the Judeo-Christian War Complex.

Here is the simple, psychologically valid truth of the scooter shooter:

The merciless killing of the sixteen Afghan civilians, mainly children (on the heels of the Koran bonfire) inspired a French muslim to take up arms against the Judeo-Christian War Complex.  The scooter shooter, whose methods seemed fused from those of the Mossad and John Muhammad, is not an enemy of darkies, but an enemy of Western states.  Last week he killed soldiers who fought in Afghanistan, and today, to make clear his declaration of war against the Judeo-Christian alliance, he killed Jews (the Jewish school children no doubt as *an eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth* response to the killing of the Afghan children by the AmerICKan soldier).

There is no psychologically valid reason why a racist intent on killing coloreds would select a military barracks as his first target, a much more difficult and less racially obvious target than simply riding into a southern slum teeming with coal black North Africans, or, as today, an ethnic institution.

One might ask, if the scooter shooter is a politically motivated French muslim, why he killed two muslims at the military barracks?  He either made a *booboo,* or he didn’t care what religion the soldiers were, because their participation in the Judeo-Christian War Complex invalidates any supposed religious identity. 

We note the scooter shooter has not been termed *deranged.*  When he is apprehended, there will be no chance of him being anything other than a cold-blooded killer (no doubt he will also be called *cowardly,* as any individual who dares to stand alone against the trillion dollar Judeo-Christian War Machine is illogically labeled).  This is in contrast to the AmerICKan soldier Robert Bales, who killed sixteen (mainly children) Afghan civilians.  Bales has already been pardoned for crimes and returned to AmerICKa as a *hero* who *snapped.*  In the bizarre AmerICKan interpretation of the actions of Bales, it was his own *heroism* which caused him to murder Afghan women and children.  The *stress* from serving so heroically in Iraq and Afghanistan exacted such a toll on Bales, it was only *natural* and *inevitable* that he *snap,* become *deranged* and kill sixteen Afghan civilians.  His heroism is confirmed by the murders.  Bales lay down his life for the Judeo-Christian War Complex, and the sixteen Afghan victims are his witness.  Only in a country of perpetual war, where the sheeple have long since forgotten the humanity of the other, could such an outrageous biography be published.

In any event, MARK MY WORDS, when the scooter shooter is caught, he will explain his actions as POLITICAL, not racial. . .yet he will not be heard, his testimony will not be received, as the French *Authorities* have already framed him as a *racist.*

French Literature

Cain began human civilization in the land of Nod, on the east of Eden, x thousands of years ago. With a small number of mostly minor exceptions, nothing of value has resulted. One of the exceptions, of course, is French literature. The French have been the best at chronicling human futility. . .

In the videos above and below, we meet Michel Houellebecq, the personification of French literature. . .

Just look at the reprobate way Michel smokes his cigarettes. . .

Dissolute, disheveled, despondent, he appears to have stepped from the pages of Huysmans’ À Rebours to remind the 21st century sheeple of the hopelessness of their condition, that capitalism and their electronic devices won’t save them, and the new gods of Science and Technology will ruin even fornication and pedophilia for them. . .

Reading Houellebecq will get me through another six months. . .

They Fuck Horses In The Ass, Don't They?

What were these idiots thinking??  Provincial morons like this are admitted to a supposed *prestigious academic institution?*  In a truly vulgar display, these imbeciles hold a *pep rally,* a party, no doubt drinking beer and flirting with each other, as they *rally* to show support for a disengaged old fossil of a coach who characterizes a grown man buttfucking a little boy as *horseplay.*  Do they all fuck horses in the ass in State College, PA?

{I wrote a little more about Pederast State University over here.}

UPDATE:

Ha ha ha. . .in his retirement statement today, Paterno says:

At this moment the Board of Trustees should not spend a single minute discussing my status. They have far more important matters to address. I want to make this as easy for them as I possibly can.

Hey, old man, it's not for you to tell the Board of Trustees what to do.  Your status is part of this ugly situation, and it's up to the Board to decide if they want Pederast State University to suffer the embarrassing spectacle of you in the Stadium this Saturday, if they want their *prestigious university* to be ridiculed and shamed by the spectacle of 106,000 provincial boobs holding a pep rally for an old geezer who characterizes men buttfucking boys as *horseplay,* and who looked away from the obvious deviate behavior of his coaching buddy for years and years.  Yes, JoePa, the Board of Trustees does need to discuss your status.  Did you ever stop to consider that maybe you don't deserve one final home game surrounded by 106,000 fawning imbeciles?  Is missing one last fucking game too much of a punishment for you?  Can you not even bear that small atonement for enabling your buddy Sandusky to buttfuck kids with total impunity??  The truth is, JoePa, you are only interested in making this gruesome situation as easy for YOU as possible.

And look at JoePa's final self-serving statment:

This is a tragedy. It is one of the great sorrows of my life. With the benefit of hindsight, I wish I had done more.

With the benefit of *hindsight?*  Who the fuck do you think you are shitting, JoePa?  You had all the sight you needed to do more, to do a lot more.  You had a grad assistant come to you and tell you he *sighted* your buddy Sandusky fucking a little boy in the *hind.*  There's your hindsight, for you.

Pederast State University loses all credibility as a *prestigious academic institution* if they allow Paterno to coach in dumbly named Beaver Stadium this Saturday. . .

UPDATE II:

The Board of Trustees at Pederast State University did the right thing by firing their fossil of a coach, Joe Paterno.  The Board could not allow the University to suffer the shame of having AmerICKa watch 106,000 provincial morons celebrate and congratulate and well-wish an out-of-touch old geezer who winked at years and years of serial buttfucking.  You just cannot allow that to happen, if you want your precious University to be taken seriously.  A couple days after it is revealed the Football Program has been a sexual House of Horrors for little boys, you stage a love-in for the man who presided over the bath house buttfuckings?  No.  You just cannot allow that to happen.

Tonight, once again, we see in small what would have happened in large on Saturday.  Once again the fawning imbeciles who attend Pederast State University vainly inserted themselves into the story by taking to the streets, this time adding vandalism, to show their *love* for JoePa.  These idiots apparently do not care or do not understand the message they send about their University:

Winking at serial buttfucking is not a sufficient reason to remove a man who has won 409 football games.  You cannot compare scores of little boys being buttfucked to outscoring Illinois 10 - 7.

Uh, tonight's vulgar display of misplaced values could not be repeated a hundred-fold Saturday afternoon, or Pederast State University would be the scorn of an appalled nation.  Joe had to go, it's as simple as that.

No need to feel sorry for JoePa.  His punishment for winking at serial buttfucking is missing his goodbye party?  Seems a terribly small price to pay.  The self-centered self-appointed saint of college football showed his true selfish colors to the very end, demanding the Board of Trustees grant him his goodbye party.  He lamely claimed this would make the Board's job easier.  Ha ha ha. . .sure, Joe, having the University suffer the stain of 106,000 fawning imbeciles blowing goodbye kisses at a man who winked at serial buttfucking Saturday afternoon would make the Board's job easier?  Uh, no.

The UNDENIABLE truth is this:

If Saint Joe had truly wanted to make the Board's job easier, he would have resigned immediately, and then implored the fawning imbeciles of Pederast State University to not make a sorry spectacle of themselves.  But he did neither.  Instead, he demanded his goodbye party, and encouraged the fawning imbeciles with his shockingly offensive front lawn homilies, asking drunken college students to pray for the victims of the serial buttfucking he winked at.  This is the legacy of Joe Paterno. . .

Sixty

Fuck Lady Gaga and Ke$ha and all these other Modern Pop Whores. . .they're boring Madonna retreads. . .and Madonna was tedious, to begin with.  Now Chrissie Hynde was one hot piece of ass, back in the day.   Naturally cool and sexy, no need for any cheap theatrics.  Today Chrissie turns 60.  Look at her in that video above. . .from about 8 or 9 months ago.  The face is pretty worn out. . .but I'd still eat her pussy, no problem.  She's real flesh and blood, blessed with a natural creative energy. . .whereas this Lady Gaga is lifeless. . .she's a fucking Transformer, folding into ten different pop robots. . .you might as well try to eat Chromia's pussy.

Here's a picture of Hynde when she was in high school. . .looks like a Manson girl.  How hot is that?

 

Sixty years old?!?!  Back On The Chain Gang was released thirty years ago?!?!   Chrissie is an old lady?!?!  And she's not nearly old enough to be my mother.  The grave is not far off. . .

Hobo With A Shotgun

Hollywood brought over the great Dutch actor Rutger Hauer about thirty years ago--and never knew what to do with him. He’s had more lame roles in more lames movies, well over a hundred, than just about anyone. Yet he has played two of the greatest and most charismatic villains in screen history: Roy Batty in the sci-fi classic Blade Runner and John Ryder in the cult classic The Hitcher. I was hoping Hobo With A Shotgun would offer Hauer a similar cult role to shine in, but. . .no. Hauer is good, but not even he is good enough to make this terrible, cheaply made Canadian attempt at a Grindhouse/Machete ‘70s exploitation-type homage thingy watchable. The Canadian actors are awful, a screeching, lumbering cast of Nova Scotian oafs, all about as subtle as a hundred pounds of spoiled back bacon. Hauer plays a hobo who rides into a lawless town run by a deranged crime family addicted to decapitation, mutilation and head crushing. Initially Hauer’s hobo tries to lay low and mind his own business, but his growing fondness for a prostitute (supposedly with a heart of gold, but acted by somebody named Molly Dunsworth with a heart of chocolate gold coins) inspires him to clean up the city. It’s a thin, dull vigilante script shot in garish neon hues and punctuated every couple minutes with Asian Extreme gore. Ha, Hauer’s actually TOO GOOD in this horseshit movie. He makes the hobo a real character. . .a real character interacting with a set full of blood-stained mannequins. The only passable scenes are like the one shown above. . .Hauer alone, giving a monologue. . .or looking pensive in a box car. . .or conflicted as he surveys the mayhem around him in the corrupt town. A miserable little movie, dumb minuscule plot, lifeless characters, Asian Extreme gore without the Asian attitude (it’s Tokyo Gore Police by way of the Hoser Community Players), a bizarre, anti-climatic ending featuring robots and a giant octopus (?!?!)--and yet somehow this Whoopee Cushion of a movie got generally decent reviews, with only the old school queer Rex Reed getting it right, concluding his review as follows:

Quite the most appalling piece of junk I have seen lately, Hobo With a Shotgun just lies there like an autopsy.

The Court Jester

Why is Media ignoring Ron Paul, asks Media *outsider* Jon Stewart?

Simple.

Mr. Paul contradicts the validity of AmerICKa’s endless, pointless wars. . .and anybody who dissents from war must be ostracized by the Media wing of the Military Media Complex.

There is NO SUCH THING in AmerICKa as a *free press.*

Media is owned by semi-global corporate giants who profit from Western wars, and thus Media cannot question war. How can Satan cast out Satan?

Media’s obligation is to cheer war, and instruct the sheeple war is necessary.

It is nice Media *outsider* Jon Stewart exposes Media’s shunning of Mr. Paul. . .it would be nicer still if Stewart answered his own question of why Media ignores Paul. . .and it would be even nicer if Stewart then asked his brainwashed audience why they are not troubled by endless war. Finally, Stewart ought to ask his dumb audience why they would support any war candidate.

Mr. Stewart, whether witting or unwitting, plays a small but vital role in Media--the faux *alternative.* Stewart is the jester in the court of the Military Media Complex.

Until Jon Stewart points his finger squarely at the camera and asks his amoral audience if they haven’t yet had enough of the pointless killing, he serves no genuine useful function.

A *free press?*

When has ONE grieving member of a victimized family of Obama’s wars in Afghanistan, Pakistan, Iraq or Libya ever been allowed onto AmerICKan television to tell the sheeple about their dead or maimed loved one, and ask what benefit the sheeple have derived?

There is no *free press.*

Only a Satanic War Media which relentlessly promotes indiscriminate killing. Night after night, week after week, month after month, year after year Media pollutes AmerICKans’ souls with war propaganda, glorifying ridiculous *SEALS* and worshipping at the altar of the Drone.

Dr. Ron Paul has diagnosed the AmerICKan sickness unto death--Media must now persecute him.

It won’t be long until we have the *Ron Paul is an anti-semite* story. We get this bogus story every time Paul campaigns. It’s the kiss of death from the Christo-Zionist Media ministers the sheeple remain faithful to, and absolves the sheeple of any guilt as they go about the ghoulish business of crowning their next war king.