Humpty Dumpty Trumpty

Cheater, this is what can be said about someone that wants the rules changed or bent, to ensure an advantage: cheaters prefer favouritism over performance, because winning at all costs means more to them, then having the skill or talent to accomplish a task or goal, with excellence.

Trump called Fifa because of a "horrible" call by a referee, and requested one of his red white and blue countrymen, be permitted to play soccer for his team after being red carded for stepping on the ankle of an opponent. I am not surprised at Trump's attempt to manipulate people and demand his own way, and I guess I am not at all surprised either, to know that Fifa is inclined to give in to calls that come from off the playing field, in order to accommodate a tyrant or two.. 

What is the point of playing when all the obvious cheating is considered? What is the point of watching, with all of the behind the scenes, along with all the up front in our faces, nonsense that is permitted with eyes watching and ears perked? Sure, the athletes are poetry in motion when they work synergistically and seamlessly as one unit with one mission, but all the shenanigans with pretend injuries and pratfalls, coupled with sometimes life and body changing injuries resulting from condoned violence, make the sport a spectacle that has one questioning character, integrity, honesty, and fair play. 

Cheating is a sport unto itself, and Donald Trump is the kingpin cheater of cheaters, liar of liars, thief of thieves. He bragged shamelessly about loopholes and tax evasion, and he digs letting everyone know how rich and important he is... he is, after all, ranked number one on tic tac, or is it TikTok Donnie? with Taylor Swift far behind, in the number eleven position. 

Humpty Dumpty teetering on a brick wall comes to mind when I think of Trump with his massive ready to explode in self-awe, wonder, and admiration, air-filled head. Someone that loves the Don ought to distract him with shining things to keep him from standing in front of a microphone, and free falling with nonsensical egoistical words, that make him look like a massive blue blunder of idiocy. 

I find cheaters and liars distasteful, how about you, dear one? Do they curdle your lunch in your stomach, and make you scrunch up your face in consternation? Donald believes he is popular, but I see a train wreck, and while I try to look away, he sometimes crosses my line of vision, and I cannot help but throw a dart or two, in an attempt to pop that hot air balloon head of his, with a few words of my own. 

Humpty Dumpty Trumpty 

Sat teetering on a wall

He bumped his air head

With all the words that he said

As he tumbled with a shattering fall

Sure, it's a lousy poem, but I am getting a point across, that a man with too many words, eventually says so much, that he is marked as a fool. 

Even a fool, when he holdeth his peace, is counted wise: and he that shutteth his lips is esteemed a man of understanding (Proverbs 17:28)

Perhaps you have heard it said this way: It is better to be silent and thought the fool, than to speak and remove all doubt. 

If only Donald had refrained from constantly speaking: he may have had a chance at being thought of as wise, and held in great esteem, as a man of understanding, rather than an utter babbling brook fourth grade vocabulary fool. 

Trump. Me - popular

Taylor Swift -  not so much

A Guilty Plea & Clemency

What do you do with your guilt? This is the question R. C. Sproul would ask God denying atheists. 

What, pray tell, do you do with your guilt, dear one?

When I am guilty, I side-eye look at what I have thought, said, or done, as a suspect, as a misdemeanour-mischief-maker that does not want to admit wrongdoing. It doesn't take me long to feel forlorn, with a troubled feeling in my gut that suggests, You had better take care of that issue you are avoiding, or it will haunt you all the live long day. 

After acknowledging what I am guilty of, I confess my sin; I make apologies; I attempt to make amends, without trying to smooth over what I have done: we must never ruin a perfectly good apology, with excuses. 

These past couple of days I have felt stupefied, a truly strange feeling that rides the line between shock and horror. The feeling has slowed me down and quieted me, and I wonder, how can it be, that so much loss can accumulate in a matter of a few short years? A plague of poison fills veins, stomachs, minds, hearts, and while some are pleading guilty, and will be granted clemency, others do not even glance in the direction of their own sinfulness, their own wrongdoing, their own denying of deity. 

It is the denying of deity that keeps a soul in a holding pattern of wretched guilt. When we look to him, our sins become glaringly obvious, and we cannot help but crumble in a heap of human messiness before his majesty. One cannot deny their guilt in the presence of Almighty God, but one surely can weep in remorse, plead for forgiveness, and be granted the clemency a contrite soul craves, that can only be granted by the Judge and King, the Lord of glory, Jesus Christ. 

I charge thee therefore before God and the Lord Jesus Christ, who shall judge the quick and the dead at his appearing and his kingdom (2 Timothy 4:1). 

You don't have to believe what I am telling you, but I suggest to you that your very soul knows exactly of what I speak. Your very being cannot deny deity, despite your mind and heart attempting to do so, if it so happens that you are inclined to ignore, and turn your back, on the one that made you.

We will appear before God and Jesus Christ to be judged. The quick (still alive), and the dead alike, will be present at his appearing, and it is prior to this judgment day that we must look straight-eyed and seriously, at our guilt, our sins, our massive and minor mischievous-misdemeanours, and say, I said that, I did that, my hands are bloody and yes, that was me and I am so sorry Lord, please, I beg, forgive me.

It is commendable to be contrite. Repentance is a cure all. Reconciling with self as sinful and acknowledging what must be done in confessing, opens the door to healing in relationships with God firstly, others secondly, and lastly, with self as a peace-maker and new man or woman in Christ Jesus. 

Look your sins in the eye, own them, and from there, resolve to sin no more. God will give you the blessing of reconciliation with him, and the strength to face the world with a dazzling I belong to God grin, that lets others know, you are heaven bound as one of Christ's faithful followers. 

Cirie said what now?

I had to go back and listen again, because my ears may have betrayed my understanding. This is what I heard, If Luke sits next to Christ himself, he's going to win. O no she didn't! That is where my mind went as I hit the go back and listen again button. 

Cirie was on her fifth round of Survivor; as a fan favourite she was asked to play what is referred to as the greatest game of all time, over and over again. She took her place on the world tribe, and the show aired in 2025, with Australians pitted against players from other countries, that had also been on the show. 

I don't have a problem with players lying, cheating, misrepresenting others, and betraying trust, while they play the game, because this is what they have signed up for and are expected to do, but I do object to the Lord's name used as a curse or in a complaint, or within an expression of exasperation. I watch the show to study group dynamics, individual reactions and interactions, and plus, I have a little envy, I admit, when I watch players navigate the obstacle course challenges that look like way too much irresistible fun! It is vicarious pleasure for me, while watching the cast maneuver their way together or solo, through adult playground equipment... but I digress. 

Cirie was working on trying to get someone on her side. Cirie wanted an Australian to betray a fellow-patriot, in favour of keeping her in the game, and she used a you will lose tactic that is common, but she upped the anti to an unacceptable level, when she suggested that if Luke, a player that was still surviving in the game, sat next to Jesus himself, he would win.. Let us be clear, this means Jesus, would LOSE. 

Lose, imagine that, Jesus playing the game of Survivor with mere humans, and losing to a guy or gal, because said guy or gal had played an outstanding game. Hmmm, the devil you say? Cirie, spoke words that made her sound like a heathen without a clue about God's almighty power. The God of glory, being compared to a mere human in the first place is alarming, but for her to attempt to manipulate another player to get that player to feel pressured, paranoid, and compelled to align with Cirie, by suggesting Jesus would lose when sitting next to ANYONE, is dastardly to say the least. 

It occurs to me that when someone speaks as Cirie has, they have not attempted to grasp the magnitude of the meaning of eternal life. The grappling that takes place in the mind, heart, and soul, when contemplating foreverness, is thought bending, and can be torturous too, if God does not figure prominently in the picture. Jesus isn't a survivor like you and I, he is Saviour, and there simply cannot be, this strange interjecting of him into everyday modern entertainment, as though he were a commoner comparable to supposedly great characters in the game of life. The silliness factor is heaven high, and the ignorance factor is hellishly low, when this occurs. 

Cirie isn't the only guilty party on Survivor. Using the name of Jesus accompanied by Christ, is bandied about like a light and airy badminton birdie, or swirled on the tongue like a Werther's original caramel that has no substance or significance.  Intermingling the name of Christ nonsensically with other words in a sentence, and in a vulgar manner, is an everyday practice for millions of people, and I point out, that they know not what they do, because they know not, as of yet, what God has said about taking his name in vain: alternatively, they have learned that taking God's name in vain is a commandment broken, but choose to do this anyway. How shameful. 

It isn't right, you know, to curse God. It isn't right, dear one, to curse another creature. It isn't right, and we must not do this, ever. The ancient Israelites made the mistake of believing they would never have to pay for cursing the Ancient of days, but history tells the story of God's wrath against those that dare to disobey, and my prayer is that the name of Jesus is honey, not hate on your lips, and that you duly give him praise and glory as your Saviour, your King, your Mediator and God.

We must think and think again, hearing our thoughts before allowing words to usher forth from our mouths. Omniscient God hears before we speak, and it is wise to confess sins, on bent knee, and plead for forgiveness. 

The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit: a broken and a contrite heart, O God, thou wilt not despise (Psalm 51:17). 

NOTE: Australia vs World, season 13, episode 19: 

Cirie: If Luke sits next to Christ himself, he's going to win. 

Hornet Hordes

Hornets are an unwelcome pest, and biblically speaking, they are a hazard, a swarming death threat, sent by God as punishment against his enemies, and by association, the enemies of his people. The wrath of God is a terrifying penalty, or ought to be, for those that rebel against his Sovereign rule. It is foolishness to deny God as the power that was, is, and always will be: there is literally, hell to pay, for anyone and everyone that denies him as Almighty. 

A hornet followed me into my house the other day when I opened my screen door, and in a semi-panic, I opened the door wider, and shooed who out again. It was a relief to see him go, and I tell you this: I had a natural reaction to seeing him, one that I could not resist or help from having. I have the exact same reaction to human hornets, and man alive, when their nest of lies is threatened, they don't only buzz their bastardized beliefs, they flash their stingers and turn their beady-eyed gaze, in the direction of anyone that challenges their thinly held together paper mache self-deceptions. 

The human hornets vehemently defend vaccines, because they got the poison injections. They defend the governments intrusive and bully tendencies, because they go along with all things and people that govern them. People like to be led, and told what to do; they like to believe that other people are generally good, and would not harm them purposefully, despite all of the evidence they have from personal experiences. If you have been betrayed by a friend, co-worker, or worse yet, a family member, what, pray tell, gives anyone the idea, that the government agents, will not betray it's citizens, in vulgar and harmful ways? 

I write today because of the swarming I briefly experienced via derogatory comments directed at me for some of my posts on instagram. The rage is real for these people: their stingers were out, and I found it startling to see these bizarre reactions to my opinions, from strangers, so willing to discredit my faith, mock my God, and attack my intelligence. I see that they are insulted by what I presented, and they are defending themselves, because they feel attacked, mocked, and accused of being idiots and morons, for trusting the real hornets that injected them repeatedly. 

Here is what I read in The Bible just this morning, 1 Thessalonians 2:13-16:

For this cause also thank we God without ceasing, because, when ye received the word of God which ye heard of us, ye received it not as the word of men, but as it is in truth, the word of God, which effectually worketh also in you that believed. For ye, brethren, became followers of the churches of God which in Judaea are in Christ Jesus: for ye also have suffered like things of your own countrymen, even as they have of the Jews: Who both killed the Lord Jesus, and their own prophets, and have persecuted us; and they please not God, and are contrary to all men: Forbidding us to speak to the Gentiles that they might be saved, to fill up their sins alway: for the wrath is come upon them to the uttermost. 

Here I present trepidatiously, my suspicions. Those that did not trust in the Lord prior to the introduction of the greatest con conceived of and implemented against humanity on a global scale, namely covid, got stung by Satan's hornet horde, over and over again, and will continue to be subject to his harassment and cruel terror inducing demeaning, unless they hear the word of truth, turn away from worldly inducements, and toward the Lord Jesus Christ as the Saviour of their souls. 

The apostle Paul spells out what hearing the truth, and receiving it as life saving, looks like, and he draws a detailed picture, of how those that hate the truth, react in violent opposition, wanting to shut-up, maim, and even kill, anyone that dares to disturb their nest of misguided beliefs. We have all gone astray at one point or another, and thankfully, God loves us so much, he gives us an abundance of time to assess, reconsider, and course correct according to his will, and his perfect way. If you are reading this, know that you can calibrate to Christ this very moment, and that it is never too late, so long as you have breath in your lungs, and can speak with your spirit, to the God that made you. 

I do not hate anyone. I write because I know that the Truth, which is Jesus Christ, made me free. This, I want for one and all, and I hope I speak directly to your intellect, your heart, and your very soul, when I state: your only chance for eternal survival and thriving happily, is to place all your trust in Christ the King, and to keep your eyes on him, come what may.

Onward and upward, is heavenward, dear one. I pray to see you there in the near, or distant for that matter, future.

Hey Crazy Lady

I am wondering if the crazy lady that has shown up at my house three days in a row, ding-donging, knocking in a demanding fashion, followed by being ignored, leaving, after placing one more yellow card in the mailbox, is getting tired of her newly formed routine; I am also wondering, does she get reimbursed for the gas and time she is wasting, coming to my residence, over and over again?

I used to walk my puggle, and man alive, garbage day was a bonanza for the pudgy furry. The part hound in him could sniff out loosed from garbage bag bones littering the hood, and because he was a greedy piggy like pup, he would wolf down ribs fast, so that I could not take them from him. When I did attempt to get a bone from him, he acted, you guessed it, like a dog with a bone: the warning snarling would start. accompanied by the threatening I-am-going-to-kill you teeth baring. Funny though, if I tried to take food from him in the kitchen, he was willing to allow this intrusion, but out in the wild, he acted like, well, he acted like, an animal!

The unwelcome woman that keeps appearing at my front door, is treating her visits very seriously, since today is Sunday, and she clearly does not take a day off for rest. How obnoxious can one person actually be, to themselves, when they know they are not only unwelcome, but clearly, unwanted, in so many ways, and yet, they persist, believing that they are rightfully doing their job, despite signs of constant rejection. Like I don't know, crazy lady, what you are doing at my door..

Out of curiosity, I decided to check-out census jobs, and you can too, but this is what I want to share with you:

The pay is outrageously high, between $25.87-31.32 per hour, and they do get remunerated for mileage and parking when on the job. I looked up how many Canadians are expected to complete the census, and the goal is 98%. The ding-donging-door-knockers will continue to attempt to get your information, if you haven't shared it yet, throughout the month of July. 

Working 20-40 hours at this job, is most excellent pay, and employment can run 8-10 weeks. Let's do the math:

Part-timers of the basic sort, hourly income: add in expenses of gas and parking

25.87 x 20 x 8 = $4,139.2

25.87 x 20 x 10 = $5,174  

Full-timers of the supervisory ilk, hourly income: add in expenses of gas and parking 

31.32 x 40 x 8 = $10,022.4 

31.32 x 40 x 10 = $12,528 

There is a lot of money to be had working a very easy job, from the looks of things, and I can see why the old lady with the snow white top of hair, keeps driving my way and persisting in her efforts. She is doing the duty she was hired for, and it ain't personal for her when she wants me to do the governments bidding, and I surely hope, she knows it ain't personal at all, when I choose to leave her hanging outside my door, day after lonely day of her life. The job is easy, as I said above, but not so easy too, and it takes a dog with a rib bone stolen from the garbage attitude, to be as persistent as some of the enumerators. 

Justin Trudeau says it is census season in Canada, and since the infamous leader suggests it's time for Canadians to give out their personal information, it means it is time to suspect, what nefarious business the government is up to now. I don't care if you think me paranoid, dear one... perhaps it would be wise, to think along the same lines, since it was the global governing body, that not long ago, shut down the world in a synchronized country by country fashion, for a pretend cv virus. 

I could write more, but let's leave off here, until next time. 

NOTE: When Justin Trudeau is the poster boy for a government initiative, there is cause for pause and examination of the situation. 

Pursued

I feel the love. First there were the letters and invitations in the mail. Next, instructions via email came right to my fingertips. There were the cell phone calls, intermingled with frequent door knockings, and cards with more instructions, left at my front door! This kind of persistence is rare and has me wondering, how very admired I must be, to get all of this attention, while I remain aloof, far off, distance, and disinclined to engage, or respond in kind, to this would be up close and personal wooer. 

The admiration club for me is big, I tell you. The touches have been frequent and by multiple pursuers. They have my email address, my home address, and my cell phone number; clearly, all personal information they bought or stole, or had handed to them for abuse, from the black market, since I do not recall inviting any of them, to contact me. I am one hot number, wanted by many, and while I turn my back on them, block the numbers they use to call, and rip up cards and envelopes for recycling, they continue with their not so subtle attempts, to see me in person, get a hold of me, and work to force a relationship. How very rude. My guess, is that they never learned, that no means no, means NO, over and over again. 

Perhaps you are censusing my point? If you are censusing my point, then you know of what I survey. Not long ago, the very same people were in hot pursuit to get certain poison products into my body, and back then, they didn't want to take no for an answer, and so they advertised, and accused, and insisted, and tried strong-arming, and and: the pressure was turned up, and the space and time and money invasion went from subtle incremental impositions, to monumental proportions. The slow drip-drip turned into the facet being turned full crank, with water dosing violently as a way to knock down any sunflowers that stood their stalky ground, objecting to being hosed, and refusing to bow their full sun faces to any would-be killers. 

Census is a counting and a surveying, and it seems to me that my pursers already have this information, since they are so familiar with my circumstances and where to find me. Why, not long ago, my income was assessed after I submitted my numbers, as were the incomes of the family members that live in the very same house. I am tracked each time I type on an internet connected device, so much so that I get random tele and email marketers, peddling their useless wares daily. I am pretty confident the govies know far more about citizens than they ought, because they are nosey parkers, sticking in their schnozes where they have never belonged. What they really want to know, is how many people are sick and with what: they are measuring their success rate after their master plan was set in motion, to poison and cow-tow the world, back in 2020. They want to know other things too, but mostly, they want people to do their bidding, and just like their daddy the Devil, they are relentless in their pursuit, with their desire remaining high, to have all comply in every matter, and in all possible manners. 

Are you, dear one, as popular as I am? Have you noticed that you are being pursued, and do you recognized your would-be-wooer? Are you repulsed, and turning your back, on the insidious and obnoxious interlopers? 

God established boundaries for humans, and they are meant to stay in place, so that you do not impose on me, and likewise, I show appreciation and respect, for your autonomy and right to privacy. Those that are gainfully employed to cross these boundaries, do themselves a disservice, and they do dirty deeds, directed at their fellow citizens. 

I feel mildly pressured: this sense of imposition to acquiesce is overridden by a strong urge to rebuke the invaders of privacy, followed closely with a commitment to wait on the LORD as my strength, to not only defend and protect me from wicked obtrusion, but to God-handle those that do not abide by his law, but rather, seek to blur and erase boundaries, and nullify the rights of individuals to choose what they will and will not, participate in. 

The lines are fallen unto me in pleasant places; yea, I have a goodly heritage (Psalm 16:6).

What God has given, must not be taken and redistributed by grubby handed government officials that cannot seem to keep to themselves. Privacy is a right that must not be messed with, and I for one, will continue to hold my sunflower head high, and hold my back stalk stiff, without bending or breaking, before those that think they can steal, what does not belong to them.

You Started It

Feels like a fight was started by almost invisible instigators. Demons have time and enthusiasm working in their favour on this side of eternity, and while they present as ephemeral, their activities in the world are unmistakably impactful and effective. Pish posh you may dismiss, adding, You are being ridiculous with all this spiritual demonic nonsense; off you go, nut bar, but I would have to reply, Get some spiritual goggles, before it is too late. Angels of the heavenly and hellish varieties, have been around for longer than men that walk the earth, and to take lightly what matters momentously, is to err on the side of foolishness. 

Now back to our topic, the fight. The guys and gals gainfully employed by their daddy the Devil, are the actors in the play written by Satan himself. He instigates, and they do the deeds he directs them to. Some of the players understand their role and are willing to do all kinds of monstrous things for the advancement of the dark kingdom, while others are bit actors, cast as add-ons, filling the spaces between scenes with trivialities: these extras are mostly unaware of the destructive role they play, but they are necessary participants to put into production, what Lucifer wants to have happen. 

The fight was initiated as a cv stand-off, between what originally, were not warring factions, but rather, friends, neighbours, co-workers, and family members, influenced by numerous mischievous and murderous fiends: pettiness, self-aggrandizement, virtue signalling, self-righteous justification, condemnation, attack, criticism, relegation, segregation, exclusion, accusation, were the weapons of war, and the cv mutants suddenly turned on perviously loved, trusted, and eagerly embraced humans that they easily related to, prior to being informed of their plague like thoughts and selfish inclinations. How dare you threaten my very life, by not doing all you can to keep me from harm? was the undertone message, and as the battle ensued, voices got louder, more threatening, and undertone turned into verbalized assault. 

I had a colleague years ago, a delightful, playful woman, blessed with charm and grace. My opinion of her drastically changed when I saw her in a mask at Winners, and from across the store, she shouted, Where is your mask? Her attempt to publicly humiliate me and cow me into compliance, was a wicked thing for her to have done, and she is not the only one that I recall being vicious and arrogant in her attempt to force her misguided beliefs, onto me. Thing is, nowadays, the people that fell for the cv debacle, live and die regretting the injections they so willingly ran too to save their lives and everyone else’s, and there seems to be a desire on their part, to forgot, and have us forgive. It is business as usual for many, post cv. Hey, I am all for forgiveness, but I find it easier work, when apologies for extreme wrongdoing, are offered up first. 

They started the fight, and some of us are going to finish it, but we may not be in the room when the finishing happens. After being told endlessly what to do, and not to do, by perfect strangers, and then having the same imposition forced senselessly by close friends, co-workers, neighbours, old friends, and relatives, it takes a whole lot of prayer and pleading with God, to have the strength to grieve the losses, and then somehow bounce back, albeit, with almost brand new people that truly are, kindred spirits. God gave us a grace period to adapt and adjust to these violent relationship endings, and while I am not callous from the experience, I do acknowledge how painful the struggle has been. I can say that I am more resilient, while having a deep sense of compassion for the people that treated cv as though their lives were on the line, only to learn that it was a vile attempt, and a successful attempt, on Satan’s part, to drive wedges between humans and their Creator, and between humans and their fellow-creatures. 

As I stated earlier, there are demons and people that started a fight, and it ain’t over yet, but for the next round, there will be fewer opponents in the ring, because some of us, have learned to focus our attention elsewhere, and it most certainly, is not on worldly affairs - those we leave to worldlings. 

The co-lateral damage continues to accumulate, and it is my hope that honest conversations of a reconciliatory nature take place soon, because souls are on the line, and days disappear as though they are evaporating; and man alive, dying with I am sorry on the lips, never spoken or heard, is a sad state of affairs, wouldn't you agree, dear one?

And be ye kind one to another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, even as God for Christ's sake hath forgiven you (Ephesians 4:22).