No Honour - I had to do it

There is no honour among thieves. A fraud, a fake, or in more specific terms, a malefactor, cannot be trusted, since lying is a way of life for them, and tricking people is a form of entertainment, a way of giving them hits of glee when their spitefulness turns into folly for the unsuspecting. 

I will give the malefactors a great compliment: they sure do know the dark side of human nature, and have shone black light onto the inner workings of the masses. The malefactors understand the love of money, and the devious nature that winds and twists its way into grey matter, then vine like works its way down, rooting itself into and around the heart, to grip and squeeze love of life and liberty to death. The effects, you ask? This adoring of the almighty dollar, has gripped and squeezed so tightly, it has turned many an adult against himself, making them mentally and emotionally handicapped. In their desperation to hold onto what this world has to offer, they forsake true treasure, the pearl of great price: they can no longer relate to God or their fellow men, in a godly fashion. 

The why explained

I had to do it. This is the excuse used as an explanation, that people made when they felt coerced into getting covid injected. You read that correctly, they got injected with covid. Think with me on this sentence. People were injected with covid ... all that could go wrong in the human body, was meant to go wrong in the human body, via strange and iniquitous toxins, known to injure and kill creatures of all kinds. Only the naive believe that what they have received into their bodies was for their benefit. When someone does not understand what is happening at this point, it is because they really do not want to know, and they will tell you as much. 

I had to do it. Employment was at stake, and when we look at employment, and take away all the descriptions of what you and I do for a living, we see that money is intertwined, inherently. Think with me on the statement, What I do for a living. Does our work equate with living? Yes and no is the on the fence answer. We work to get paid to buy the things we need to sustain life, but the work and the pay and the things must not be made equal to actually living. Living is an extra-ordinary thing that is incomparable to any other occurrence. The great lie told and repeated is that in order to live, we must cling to our work as our source, as our be all, end all, and forsake all else to ensure we have cash flow. The evil ones knew that the majority of people are enslaved to their income, that without it, their abodes, modes of transportation, and ability to fill their bellies, were at stake, and they were willing to sign on the dotted line, without ever asking to read the fine print of product information.  

I had to do it. There were many reasons, and lots of explanations, but the fact remains, that as long as a person continues to say I had to do it, they continue to insist that they do not have freedom of will. I heard the strangest logic that had my mind bending, while I dropped my right ear toward my shoulder so I could listen intently with the left ear, aimed at the speaker that stated: I prayed that God would protect me, and I did all the protocols to prevent side effects, before I got the shots. The speaker knew that the injections cause maiming and can kill almost instantly, but she was confident she could out smart poison. Her organic body, made by God, was in her mind, going to be protected by him, while she sinned in her disobedience. 

Romans 12:9

Let love be without dissimulation. Abhor that which is evil; cleave to that which is good. 

1 Timothy 6:10

For the love of money is the root of all evil: which while some coveted after, they have erred from the faith, and pierced themselves through with many sorrows. 

I started this piece of writing with dumpy trumpy and the muskrat in mind. These two are quite the non-comedic pair, aren't they? What else do the filthy rich have to do, then entertain themselves by shooting insults and threats at one another, like a pair of SNL (Saturday Night Live) characters, pretending to hate one another, while back stage, the two laugh and cavort like naughty children that care not what the teacher thinks of their misbehaviour. The teacher, if we continue this scene, is God. While SNL's dark humour hits the funny bone in a most painful way, Trump and Musk are doing the same, black-lighting their sick humour at the expense of humanity. Mercenaries are merciless, dear reader, and while people are suffering because they had to do it, these sick bastards are dancing on graves, and having the time of their lives. 

The end of this writing has arrived, and the end of humanity will come quickly, like a thief in the night. I write for those that are on the cusp of acknowledging that they loved money more than they loved God or their fellow man, and they have some heartache over choosing very badly, very wrongly. I pray for souls to be saved as people come to grips with the fact that they did indeed have a choice, that they did not have to do it, meaning get the injections that were foisted by bullies they had never met. I pray and I pray some more, for honesty to become the newest and greatest best policy amongst the lost, because dear one, Truth makes us free, and that is the very best remedy for soul sickness. 

Dumpy trumpy and the muskrat make fools of themselves, publicly. There is no honour among thieves, and while they may or may not mean what they say to one another, they are slinging insults, and they are well deserved. Since wicked people cannot be trusted, it serves us well to witness how they turn on one another; while saints edify one another with scripture, these fellas demean and deplore one another, tweeting on twitter, X-ing and hexing one another in a most embarrassing, unbecoming manner. 

And the crowd goes wild ...