Truth Melts Glacial Divides

Truth is a depolarizing anti freeze agent 

      Truth is impossible to argue with 

Truth spoken, inclines listeners to nod agreement 

      Truth is one of those rare commodities that cannot be priced or sold 

Truth is not subject to decay or rot, nor is it apt to die 

Truth is unbreakable, unstoppable, immutable, and impossible to injure, wound, maim or destroy 

Truth is the most solid of etheric substances. You can't touch it with your fingertips or toes, but you sure can grasp hold of it once it has been spoken, once it has manifest in deeds ... it is undeniable once witnessed.

While liars convolute, confabulate, confuse, misrepresent, misconstrue, manipulate, truth tellers look upon them with curiosity, disbelief, and disgust. I mean this last word, dear reader, disgust ... it is disgusting to listen to liars, it causes upper lip curl, eye squinting, and a shiver of loathing. 

This is why we must of a necessity decide daily, to speak and live the truth, to go against the red tide of the satanic social system that so many have taken a liking to. The funny thing about the demon driven credit system, is liars believe they will be rewarded handsomely for their deceptive indulgences. Alas, they are correct ... sowing and reaping is a timeless principle, and it activates a chain reaction of events that are unstoppable if one continues to travel the path of pleasure at the expense of other. They will be rewarded, but not in the ways they had hoped or imagined. 

Lying lips are abomination to the LORD: but they that deal truly are his delight (Proverbs 12:22)

When we collectively decide that truth is our number one value, we will see accountability in business and relationship sky rocket. Truth melts glacial divides. We can be ice breakers and heart healers, dear one, if we choose to speak and live truth, even when others decide to fabricate. 

Study to shew thyself approved unto God, a workman that needeth not to be ashamed, rightly dividing the word of truth (2 Timothy 2:15)

George O Well

"But it was all right, everything was all right, the struggle was finished. He had won the victory over himself. He loved Big Brother." From George Orwell's novel, Nineteen Eighty-Four. 

Yes Master 

   Whatever You Say Sir

      Your wish is my COMMAND

Spoken for you

Has our society spoken for you, dear one? Have they done the unthinkable, falling in love with their captors, after a brief internal struggle of resistance, followed by a complete denial of their own convictions, their own beliefs, their own values? Have they given themselves over to a Commander in chief that they demand you give in to too? The norm is to be a muted mutton, but dear reader, I beseech you, to be mutinous, to not only resist conformity to what is being normalized, but to speak up and speak out, loudly and often. 

How rude of him

I have a friend that I really love: she will recognize herself when she reads this. She is afraid of her phone hearing what she is saying, and believe me when I tell you, her suspicions are correct. I have had my phone answer me when I spoke to someone else, and not directly to my Australian accented Siri assistant. How rude of him to interject his opinion when his was not invited into the conversation? As silly as it may sound, I told him so ... I said "How rude, I didn't ask your opinion. Mind your own business."

Now, I have to ask you to do the same, dear one. I have to request that no matter who may be listening, you speak your mind, you state your opinion, and you do so freely without fear of sudden arrest or being constrained by the thought, word, or deed police. This is how people become enslaved: fear of repercussions for privately and publicly disagreeing with what they perceive is everyone else's preference, invisibly leashes the tongue. The feeling that we are being eavesdropped upon, and continually surveilled, causes self-consciousness and curtailing of what we really believe. Not speaking disagreement is a form of agreement, a form of giving yourself away to the enemy that you fear. It is a way of saying Big Brother is easier to pretend give in to, than to adamantly state no, no way, you are not my master, you are no sir to me, and your demand will never, ever, be my command. 

Normalizing complacency

Normative is what the occultists are craving ... they want to normalize your complacency. They want you and I to deny our autonomy, our individualism, our own right to private thought and public declaration. It is not normal to be someone else's puppet or thing, muted and mummed, now is it, dear one? It is abnormal psychology that is at work here, when the wicked hold more sway compared to the ethical, morally sound, and upright amongst us. They, the evil ones, must not be given carte blanche in creating an atmosphere, and demoralized class, of globalized penal peasantry.

Free citizen

If I tell you, dear reader, that many, countless millions, think the way I do, will that change your stance? Will you feel more confident in proclaiming to the world what you really think about Big Brother's plans for your choice-less future and that of those you love? While you have the chance, will you boldly, bravely, unabashedly, state that you are a free citizen of this world that God created, and you will not give this freedom away, no matter who is listening? 

Challenge

This is my challenge to you: keep a firm grip on your freedom of speech and action, trusting in God's Sovereignty. We can be muted muttons, or claim our place as solid citizens, by going against the norm of being dictated to by the already damned. The villainous have chosen the road they are taking, and they want to drag you with them, sullying your soul. 

Choose ye this day whom you shall serve, dear one. It behooves you to realize that by speaking out, you will embolden others to do the same. You have impact, and can use it to change the trajectory of our collective future. If you decide not to, it may be the biggest regret of your lifetime. 

Being a Christian

If I were to simplify what being a Christian is, I would say it is desiring what God wants for us, and trusting Him in all circumstances.

Last night I woke up in a slight fright, a tiny fit of panic. The commandment is to be anxious for nothing, and I was, anxious perhaps, for nothing, no thing, no good reason. But it didn't feel that way at the time of my awakening; it felt dire and desperate, and I did what I know works every time, I prayed. Quickly what temporarily terrified dissipated, and sleep returned. 

This is a state of being for me, and perhaps you too, have experienced this oddity? this alternating between chaos and calm, the one instigated by unseen forces, the other a quiet request of the soul that is troubled, and then soothed by the God that never leaves our side. These forces are ever present, and the sensitive cannot help but have a heightened awareness that the battle ensues, compassing us about. 

I am still reading the Psalms daily as part of my Bible in a year plan. Some of the psalms leave me where I am, not moved in one direction or another, but then, praise be to God, bam, I get hit with what I have been craving, needing, wanting, hoping for. In times of trouble, Christians have the understanding that we get to ask God for what we desire, without apology. Being honest with God is the only option, because, dear reader, He knows what we are thinking and feeling at all times already. Why not just tell it like it is? Why not come clean with Him, and say what is on your mind, and in your heart? Pretending to be perfectly nice and sweet, smiley and forever mercifully gracious, is disingenuous and dangerously deceptive, causing dissonance and soul fracture. Being upfront and honest with God can deliver a person from spirit ache to wondrous relief. 

Psalm 140 was the truth I needed to read from another Christian. I hope it is helpful for you too.

Deliver me, O LORD, from the evil man: preserve me from the violent man: Which imagine mischiefs in their heart; continually are they gathered together for war. They have sharpened their tongues like a serpent; adders' poison is under their lips (Psalm 140:1-3)

Dear reader, in the middle of the night, this was the panic that awoke me, this sense that evil and violent men that imagine mischief in their hearts, are continually plotting and planning war. And they are! The battle rages and the forces of evil froth and foam as they glome, gathering struggle from their frenetic frenzy. The taste of blood has them thirsting for more, and the discerning detect their presence. 

Is it not true, that the forked of tongue serpentine speakers with cameras trained on them, spew poison perpetually, with words sharp and venomous? These evil ones are world wide and shameless.

Keep me, O LORD, from the hands of the wicked; preserve me from the violent man; who have purposed to overthrow my goings (Psalm 140:4)

The prayer continues in the same vein, with a request to be kept safe from the hands of the wicked, to be preserved from violent men. Do notice, dear one, that these men want to purposefully overthrow the goings, the way that the writer wants to travel. Evil interrupts and God intercedes ... know this, believe this, trust in this truth. 

The proud have hid a snare for me, and cords; they have spread a net by the wayside; they have set gins for me (Psalm 140:5)

A snare to fall into, cords to be bound with; a net by the wayside and a gin, or noose ... dear reader, the evil of our day have done what is described here. In their scheming, they do what their ancestors of old inclined toward; namely, setting traps for other humans, binding them and ultimately, taking life. If you are still with me here, you know of what I speak. Trapping and killing humans is a sport for the demonically driven. Knowing this is crucial, in order to avoid and evade their snares and gins.

I said unto the LORD, Thou art my God: hear the voice of my supplications, O LORD. O GOD the LORD, the strength of my salvation, thou hast covered my head in the day of battle. Grant not, O LORD, the desires of the wicked: further not his wicked device; lest they exalt themselves (Psalm 140:6-8)

The psalmist declares the LORD as my God, and calls out his supplications: he is begging earnestly, humbly, to be heard! He calls the LORD his strength and salvation, and he knows that in the battle of the mind, there is also a battle for the soul, and that God is the cover, the protector in times of trouble. He not only asks for mighty coverage, he asks that the desires of the wicked be thwarted, so that they could not exalt themselves in puffed up pride over the successes of their scheming. 

This is exactly what the faithful find so repugnant, isn't it, dear reader? The self aggrandized smugness on the faces of those that have accomplished the goal of not only setting traps, but people falling in en masse. It pains us to witness, not just because of the disguising smirking of the evil ones, but because of the loss of life for the unsuspecting. 

As for the head of those that compass me about, let the mischief of their own lips cover them. Let burning coals fall upon them: let them be cast into the fire; into deep pits that they rise not up again. Let not an evil speaker be established in the earth: evil shall hunt the violent man to overthrow him (Psalm 140:9-11)

Upon reading this prayer request my heart responds with an echo. Why oh why, would someone want to set a trap, bind, and then place a noose around the neck of another? Why would someone wait by the wayside for an innocent traveler to happen along, so that they can kill them for the thrill of taking life? Why? In the verses above, the psalmist knows these people exist and want him dead. He asks that what they want to do to him, happens to them. Good can see evil, it is not to be ignored. Knowing it exists and understanding it, are two different things. It is incomprehensible to me, and I hope to you too, dear reader, to want to plot and plan murder. 

This is a declaration: evil shall hunt the violent man to overthrow him

I know that the LORD will maintain the cause of the afflicted, and the right of the poor. Surely the righteous shall give thanks unto thy name: the upright shall dwell in thy presence (Psalm 140:12-13)

Dear reader, in the middle of the night, I called out to God when trouble shook me awake. It took but a moment to clear the cobwebs and declare Thou art my God, just as the psalmist does repeatedly in numerous ways. The threat is real, but the strength of my Saviour is powerful, and as I stated above, Evil interrupts and God intercedes ... know this, believe this, trust in this truth. 

Being a Christian is desiring what God wants for us, and trusting Him in all circumstances, day, and night.

Noah Means Rest, Peace

The name Noah means rest, peace. Perhaps you have heard the expression, no rest for the wicked, dear reader? In this screen shot, a weaselly monkey man, declares how he wants to shape the world, and in his vile ways, he wants to counter rest and peace, by causing distress and strife.

I find it entertaining that Yuval Noah Harari plays on words, using flood survival prophetically, while publicly, repeatedly, blaspheming God. Does he have any clue of what he speaks? Anyone with a read Bible, meaning you have been reading yours, dear one, knows that God is the beginning and the end, and while we believe we are filling in history books, He already knows how it all turns out. 

It is humiliating hubris displayed on the face of this man, that takes himself too seriously as a mover and shaker, that is hard to behold. He does not mock God, he fulfills God's prophecies while making a fool of himself. God indeed, rescued eight souls from a flood, a judgment on the slavish to sin worldly people in Noah's days. Clearly, this man with the same middle name, believes that he will wipe out democracy, the free market, and human rights, with a flood of "extremely useful devices, tools and structures that make no allowance for the free will of individual humans" ... being a catalyst for catastrophic global events is by assignment: 

What if God, willing to shew his wrath, and to make his power known, endured with much long-suffering the vessels of wrath fitted to destruction (Romans 9:22)

Harari is being used, despite his egocentric narcissistic belief that he is in charge of humanity, with bits and pieces of technology that can be implanted amongst the willing, and forced upon the unwilling. He thinks freedom of will can be dissolved under the threat of harm ... Jesus Christ proved in His perfection, that His will to obey the Father superseded the force of mere men. Harari underestimates the power of God, the Holy Spirit strength, that surges in the upright of heart, the faithful ones that bend their knee only to the Almighty. 

Ye are of God, little children, and have overcome them: because greater is he that is in you, than he that is in the world (1John 4:4)

As a child of Almighty God, I will continue to trust in Him, and not fear the mousey men that wield tiny plastic swords or micro chips, as it were.

Harari and his snakey snare setting set of serpentine associates, seem well acquainted with scripture: they ought to know how the story ends? The father of lies certainly does ... somehow, men in their naiveté and self-aggrandizement, seem to neglect the fact that daily they age, daily they slip and slide closer to that gaping hole in the ground that calls out their name ... and that Jesus Christ said from the cross, "It is finished!" 

But as the days of Noe (Noah) were, so shall also the coming of the Son of man be. For as in the days that were before the flood they were eating and drinking, marrying and giving in marriage, until the day that Noe (Noah) entered into the ark, and knew not until the flood came, and took them all away; so shall also the coming of the Son of man be (Matthew 24:37-39)

To be clear, we are under God's judgment, dear reader. This is why all that is happening seems almost unstoppable. We have grieved the Lord greatly. While He promised to never wipe us out with a flood again, the evil amongst us use this imagery to instil fear, as though they are in charge of the human race and its demise. A flood of forces are truly stirred to a frenzy, and we can feel it, sense it, and react to it too. 

How we react, or disengage and redirect our energies, indicates Whom, or WHO, we are aligned with. I don't know about you, dear reader, but I will not be dictated to by men of ill will that have nothing better to do then power trip and trick people with despicable lies. No thank ya Noah ... the no rest for the wicked small man that God is watching. 

Peace be with you are the words our Saviour taught. Anyone that counters these words, anyone that causes distrust and dissonance, is not of God, but of the devil ... Yuval has given himself over to the dark side, and will go down in history the same way his predecessors have ... God will destroy the wicked, in His perfect timing. 

Harari and I have one thing in common ... we like to play with words:

PRE: prior or before

DECEASOR: dead, someone who is dead

Those that went before, predeceasing this modern day Noah that is fulfilling prophecy, committed heinous crimes just as he is now doing. He is hell bound and bent to repeat their iniquitous eternal errors, and he will meet his Maker in God's perfect timing.

A Gentle Page Turn

While sitting at my kitchen table, a gentle breeze lifted and turned the page on my day timer, sitting open close by. I turned it back again, and then realized that the turn, the lifting of one paper thin page, was what I have been longing for. How is it that an unseen hand can move with invisible sweetness, and go unnoticed so often?

The month of May is a promise kept and a promise broken for me. God gave me the best gift of my life in the month of May twenty-five years ago, my son Matthew. God also placed my fathers death in this month, and my marriage too ... on May 9th, 2017, on what should have been a 25th wedding anniversary, I heard the words "I don't think our marriage has a future". Death and delivery ... they seem to go hand in invisible hand. 

Sometimes I think I am over it all, healed and somewhat heart hardened, just like a good little soldier. Carry on, Christian soldier, forgive, move on, look up and not back. Most of the time my joy of the Lord supersedes my sorrow, but not so in the month of May. While the trees are dressed in summer leaves, and flowers smile at the sun, I celebrate them and sometimes cry at the same time. They are so pretty, so happy ... I want to love like they do.

If I accept the page turning, it still feels like waiting. We are in a time of wait and see, aren't we, dear reader? Life goes on and yet, we are holding our breath collectively, with the uncertainty of the future. The invisible hand is ever present, I can see it as it ruffles the tree tops, making them dance to and fro : making them move. 

We are meant to move. The month of May is bitter sweet to me. While nature seems to speed up, filling in and filling out, with fluffy feathery goslings and full branches, I am slowing down to appreciate it. The bloom of youth is tender, and fades as the summer heat ages the green to yellow to dried up blow away brown. Death and delivery, death and delivery ... 

My hope is in the LORD, the One that I died for, the One I gave up my marriage for, the One that hath delivered me from my own wretchedness. I put nails in my own marriage coffin, in more ways than one. We all contribute to our own demise, isn't that right, dear one? 

I want to be moved by the invisible hand, guided, led, page turned. I want my ways to be His, and I know, He was a man of sorrows ... dear reader, the calendar page just turned again as I typed these words. He told us that there would be tribulation, but He also instructed us to be of good cheer, because He overcame the world:

These things I have spoken unto you, that in me ye might have peace. In the world ye shall have tribulation; but be of good cheer: I have overcome the world (John 16:33)

Bitter sweet 💖

A Matter of Conscience

I grin as I consider conscience, and tip toeing through the tulips with the pretenders. My conscience and your conscience may speak strange and foreign languages that cannot be interpreted by eavesdroppers. If the conscience is the voice that instructs us as individuals, then we are in deep do do, dear reader. 

1. What of a mass murderer, that looks like a human, smells like a human, does humanesque things and yet, is devoid of conscience? 

2. What of a person who say, gives themselves permission to abandon their family, because their "conscience" tells them that they just aren't happy, and their family will be better off without them?

3. Or this ... my conscience tells me that raising a baby in my current socio economic position is not good for the child to be, or me for that matter, so I will do the "right thing" and eliminate the problems having the baby will create. 

Let us answer these questions, shall we, not with conscience, but with commandments:

1. The murderer knows he is not to kill, but does so anyway. The excuse of no conscience for culpable criminal activity does not relieve him of the burden of guilt.

2. The person that decides that they do not want to be responsible in relationship, is bound to the obligation of perennial self-punishment, because they have abandoned the vulnerable in favour of their own freedom to do as they please. Happiness is not a good enough excuse, for excusing oneself from relating.

3. Now this one, dear reader, has many layers to it. Sex, for the sake of pleasure alone, is animalistic. You read that correctly : sex outside of marriage, sex for the sake of experiencing momentary release that may result in impregnation, is a pathetic excuse for engaging in this activity. It is a fatalistic fix for those that indulge thusly, because eliminating the results of what is sordid, destroying a baby as though they are a "mistake", is the purest form of the corruption of conscience. 

Preposterous 

Why oh why, am I onto this subject, you ask? It is the lie promulgated about injections that people have taken into their bodies, sans conscience. To say taking shots is a matter of conscience, as though my decisions and yours have individualized moral and equally ethical worth, is preposterous. Decisions that go against the commandments, go against what ought to be internalized values. The conscience ought to be pricked to the point of drawing emotional, psychological, and spiritual blood, when we go against God ... not so, not so, for the morally reprehensible. 

As pretend pastors pander to this lie of decisions being "a matter of conscience", they suggest that all is okay, that sinners are safe at home base, and that nothing at all is wrong with what millions have done as they complied with the demands of the current in power criminals. Granted, many people blindly trusted, and truly are victims of circumstance : this has happened since the dawn of man, and I believe God's grace will cover the duped when they see they have been lied to and repent ... but those that perpetuated and perpetrated the lies, they will not get off so easily. Those that favoured the bull crap about certain things being "a matter of conscience", rather then looking to the commandments as the Christian Standard of measurement for what is acceptable in God's sight, have turned themselves into a retched stench in the nostrils of the Almighty. 

Murder

What do all these scenarios have in common, dear reader? Murder, killing, dismembering, that is what they have in common. Consider what I am saying for a moment, and put aside what may seem like dramatizing of the situation we are in. Murderers are obvious and strangely honest. They have something inside of them that willfully destroys life. Now consider the person that abandons family : they too, kill willfully, as they destroy trust, they murder relationship, leaving behind what used to be, as though it were a carcass at the side of the road. Lastly, the aborting of an innocent baby, is clearly killing and murderous, because taking life unless in self-defence, is murder.

Think now about the twisting and turning inside of the soul, that must occur to justify getting injected with the re-useable marketed bits and pieces that are extracted from aborted babies. If our society is ok with abortion, and yes indeed it seems to be, then why not take advantage of what these "cells" have to offer us in the way of protecting us from say, a pan-dem-ic, aging, and ultimately, death?  Why waste what can save society ... that is the "it is a matter of conscience" argument that condones committing a crime against Christ, the Author and Finisher of life. 

Are you a sinner, dear reader?

Are you accountable to the King?

Have you murdered anyone lately?

Being complicit with murder ought to prick your conscience, making you feel like an accomplice. This is what pastors and parishioners have done all over the world, to accommodate their inclinations to self-preserve in this life : physically, emotional, psychologically, and spiritually. They have taken to self-deception like dirty ducks to bath water, attempting to wash themselves clean of their filth. It is reprehensible, and may seem like a simplified explanation, but, dear one, if you can explain it better than I have, you go right ahead.

Prosperity gospel

What I know is this : sin is an easy go to, while doing the hard things in life require much more skin in the game, more painful sacrificial love and grit, than the average person cares to commit to. Being a Christian means the commandments supersede societal stresses and strains, and the pressure of conformity to corruption must be resisted at all costs, up to and including, to the point of death. 

The prosperity gospel preachers have picked up where they left off, after willingly subjecting their flock to the ravages of lunatics that had them shut down and shut up. They live as though nothing is different now, that the crisis has passed, and the future can again, be considered bright and promising. Not so, dear one, we are moving quickly on the road of perdition, and it is crowded. 

We have returned to the wilderness wondering as a society, denying the living God in favour of fabrication, and worshipping demon gods of destruction and death:

They did not destroy the nations, concerning whom the LORD commanded them: But were mingled among the heathen, and learned their works. And they served their idols: which were a snare unto them. 

Yea, they sacrificed their sons and their daughters unto devils, and shed innocent blood, even the blood of their sons and of their daughters, whom they sacrificed unto the idols of Canaan: and the land was polluted with blood. (Psalm 106:34-38)

This is the horror story of history, repeating itself on the grand and global stage. 

Thus were they defiled with their own works, and went a whoring with their own inventions (Psalm 106:39)

Note, that they defiled with their own works : this denotes their choices to turn away from God and His commands, in favour of whoring with their own inventions, gods they created and idolized. The Hebrews blended with the heathens, and engaged in child sacrifice, using their own sons and daughters as an offering to make-believe gods, that would not punish them for their abominable behaviours:

Their idols are silver and gold, the work of men's hands. They have mouths, but they speak not: eyes have they, but they see not: They have ears, but they hear not: noses have they, but they smell not: They have hands, but they handle not: feet have they, but they walk not: neither speak they through their throat. They that make them are like unto them; so is every one that trusteth in them. O Israel, trust thou in the LORD; he is their help and their shield (Psalm 15:4-9)

Our society at large, worships sex, youth, and life on planet earth. Our idols are concoctions, inventions made up in the minds of the mentally insane and satanic. Injections of botox in the face, rejections of babes in the womb, and now this, countless shots absorbed by the body to preserve it, so popular and prolific, that parents sacrifice their sons and daughters to the inventions of wicked men. Blood, innocent blood, pollutes the land. 

Here is God's response to the ancient Hebrews ... I do believe we are currently being not only chastened, but warned that God has reached the end of our tether, and He will call this whole thing a day quite soon. Before then, we will hear wailing in the streets, grieving that curdles blood, and witness atrocities never seen before in our luxuriously plush lives:

Therefore was the wrath of the LORD kindled against his people, insomuch that he abhorred his own inheritance. And he gave them into the hand of the heathen; and they that hated them ruled over them. Their enemies also oppressed them, and they were brought into subjection under their hand. Many times did he deliver them; but they provoked him with their counsel, and were brought low for their iniquity (Psalm 106:40-43)

Psalm 106 continues, with God hearing the cry of the people, and Him yet again, delivering them ... but they suffered His wrath first, and, dear one, we too, will suffer His wrath for the whoring of the past several generations. The accumulation of sin, and the shedding of innocent blood, are not hidden from the all seeing, all hearing God of the universe. He is not okay with what we have done to ourselves and our own children. 

Are you, dear reader, are you okay with what has been done with and to the innocent ones?

Are you?

F150's Kill

Weapons of mass destruction

I am here to defend the F150, otherwise known as killing machines. The political position on Ford's very popular 150 is that it is not only dangerous to drive one, it is dangerous to own, have parked in your driveway or garage, and it is even dangerous to think about these mobile murderers ... wait a minute, let us clarify ... the government sees all trucks as dangerous and deadly, and they want them banned, ever since a man drove into a Muslim family just kilometres from my home. Trucks are bad, people must not own them since they can be turned into weapons of mass destruction ... 

Think on this a moment 

I see them everywhere, these popular vehicles. I sat next to a marketing manager on a plane once, and she told me she was part of the crew that knew how to target a market and get people to think constantly about F150's, to the point of making them so irresistible, they just had to have one (these are not her words, this was my take away from the conversation). Think on this a moment, and consider what I am telling you about F150's ... next time you are out and about, count how many you see. They are everywhere, and so is the danger, if we extrapolate in an illogical, convoluted, spaghetti minded way. 

Infantile arguments 

To believe trucks kill without a driver that intentionally uses his vehicle to murder, is the same as believing guns kill, without a shooter aiming at his would be victims. It is the purest of infantile arguments, and the silliness of it confounds those that see through the ridiculousness to the underlying agenda. The thinking of the media manipulators runs along the lines of "Disarm the strong, make them weak, so that we can do as we will with them, sans resistance", but the savvy see their ploys,  continue to buy F150's, and refuse to give up the weapons they use to hunt, or more poignantly, protect their family members from predators of the animal and human varieties. 

Planting an idea in someone's mind to get them to think and behave in patterned ways isn't new. Each human has the capacity to trick, and be tricked. It is when we recognize this truth, dropping naïveté on its fragile little head, that facing off with the enemy becomes possible. Everyone must stop pretending people are nice, have good intentions, and want only the best for others, when their actions say nothing of the kind. We have abundant evidence of this duplicitous reprehensible behaviour, as politicians and their pansies, promulgate their "hate your neighbour" propaganda. 

It doesn't make sense for me to hate you or you to hate me. It just doesn't make any sense, and yet this is exactly what the wicked want for us and from us. It is a murderous spirit that wantonly lusts for blood, yours and mine. The chaotic thinking that lives in the minds of the fallen ones flows from their mouths like projectile vomit, and while this is evident to many of us, it seems hidden from the masses, that regurgitate the vileness ad nauseam. 

Dogs, dear reader, return to their vomit. People that act like dogs do the same: 

As a dog returneth to his vomit, 

so a fool returneth to his folly (Proverbs 26:11) 

It is plain old embarrassing to see what is happening and how many gullible adults have given themselves over to be manhandled by dogs. As weird as this sentence is, I am leaving it as is, because it is apropos. 

I like F150's. I think they are cool, and manly. I like guns, I think they too, are cool and manly. I think trucks, guns, and tent pegs have their uses ... and in the hands of the righteous, each can be used for their intended, or newly created, purposes. 

To decode my encrypted message, do look up the story of a woman and a tent peg in scripture.

Lastly, I made up that the government wants to ban trucks ... just in case you took me seriously. But then again, who knows? They seem to want to ban our driving, with these elevated gas prices.