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The Current Spirit of This Election Is Disheartening for MAGA

It’s true. But it also means nothing for MAGA.

Like you, I have my “where I was story” from election night in 2016.

I was delivering pizza. I remember that I couldn’t refresh the NY Times site often enough. Trump was winning. Not just winning, but doing what the news had said was not going to happen. I loved it, not him, but the fact that all the liars had to eat it.

How does the media recover? It doesn’t.

My gut feels disgusted at the welcomed rise of Kamala.

But there remains the only relevant question.

“Is it possible that every media outlet is lying?”

And the answer is resoundingly, “Absolutely.”

Point/Counterpoint: Will the Influx of Africans to the West Work? (4)

Yes.

(By work, of course, we mean “rule of law” holding. 

By fail, of course, we mean “might makes right” resuming.)

It occurs to me that the well of knowledge in the West—given its unique and rich tradition of valuing literacy—is deeper than any living African immigrant, and his total unfamiliarity with literacy, can dig in one lifetime. However, my conscience will not let the matter settle there.

The African is not without hope. The main lesson of literacy, the main point of the written record, is to insist that we tell the truth.

Will rule of law hold? Yes. If the Africans adopt our manifestly dominant tradition of valuing honesty, then it will hold.

Moms and Dads of School Children: Buy Their Lunch

It’s immoral to accept free lunch.

Reader: no one, not one person who genuinely needs charity will ever read this blog post. So calm down.

And then call the school and inform them they are not to serve your child(ren) lunch unless your child(ren) pay (or what is equivalent, you have set up the lunch account and it has money in it).

I am calling the school now. I will report back with how the conversation went.

A Rooster Crowed

And as Peter was below in the courtyard, one of the servant-girls of the high priest came, and seeing Peter warming himself, she looked at him and said, “You also were with the Nazarene, Jesus.”

But he denied it, saying, “I neither know nor understand what you are talking about.” And he went out into the entryway.

And when the servant-girl saw him, she began once more to say to the bystanders, “This is one of them!” But again he was denying it.

And after a little while the bystanders were again saying to Peter, “Surely you are one of them, for you are also a Galilean.”

But he began to curse and swear, “I do not know this man you are talking about!” And immediately a rooster crowed a second time. And Peter remembered how Jesus had said the statement to him, “Before a rooster crows twice, you will deny Me three times.”

And throwing himself down, he began to cry.
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On this day, congregation, I ask you, “Did you hear it?”

Husbands: Throw Away the Romance Novels, A Review of The Island (2004) by Michael Bay

Husbands, I’m looking squarely at you! Throw away those romance novels and pick up the remote control. On Paramount+ right now you will find the most sensational, the most sultry, the most seductive film ever created to help save your marriage. Grab your wife, plop down on the love seat, and get ready for sparks to fly.

Husbands: you know the situation. Right now there is “culture” and there is “husband”. It is war. And us husbands lose every time.

How do we right the ship?

The answer is easy: wives must be shown a model.

Wives, as is well-documented and only too well-known, have little to no imagination. So they need to have a ready-made “felt experience” from which to draw memories. Enter, Mr. Bay’s 2004 classic The Island.

After the film lays out the story (post-apocalyptic indoor world, boring as shyte to men, exciting to women, with the only hope of change being a timely, random lottery every so often promising relocation to the last uncontaminated spec of land on the earth—an island) we meet the needed ingredient to help us win back our families. That ingredient being, the “culture” in the movie—the company cloning the rich people—puts out a “contamination” alert for Ewan McGregor’s character. But McGregor has already got the hand of Scarlet Johansen, and so here’s the kicker: Mrs. Johansen trusts and follows Mr. McGregor despite what the screens and other women advise!

Even more fantastic than this scene, the couple live! As they live on together, often even touching, they both learn just how much the “culture” lied.

Sometimes McGregor leads the running, other times he gets bogged down by some heavy lifting and Johansen continues the chase at the front.

Their object is the same—escape the prison of “culture”—so it really doesn’t matter who appears to lead according to the variables of time and space. What matters is that she chose her man, consequently she and he are now one and, again, at the risk of repeating myself, the wife (future) ignores the “culture” in favor of her husband.

Now, as every Bay fanboy knows, there are rules to the universe and rule 17 requires Michael Bay films to include a perfectly outrageous highway chase scene where the husband must unload railcar wheels onto the highway from atop a random semi which they only leapt onto by sheer chance. But if your beloved has somehow dozed off during the film as this begins, gently nudge her when you recognize the set-piece. Why? Because there is an incredible moment when the wife states husband’s name in a very neutral—yet leaning naggy—voice. After the exact amount of time to be perfectly suspenseful and fully engage the initiative elapses, she says, “Nice work!”

A compliment!! Just amazing.

Like St. John says of Jesus,

And there are also many other things which if they were written one after the other, I suppose that even the world itself could not contain the books that would be written.

So we should end this simple film review here. But time is short! Grab your wife. Grab the remote. And take back your marriage!
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Today Is the Definitive Day of Sadness for the United States of America

I feel sad.

It’s difficult not to brood or stew for the next several hours until the press conference.

I don’t join the “elder abuse” or “his family won’t let him” choruses.

I just feel sad.

As a child, all I wanted was to serve our great country, the greatest country the Earth had ever seen, bar none.

As a man, all I feel is sad.

The Look of the Debate

For posterity sake, I want to tell you what stuck me most about the debate. I have seen many other reactions to the debate that discussed some of what I am going to say, but none have centered on it.

During the infamous 15 seconds, the camera showed Trump look over at Biden. He seems to have been in thought, likely preparing whatever he would say next (but who knows?) when he then genuinely noticed a pause and uncontrollably turned to see what was going on. Trump’s expression made him look human. Made him look likable. Made him look normal. Made him look like we all think he really is—a man who will do anything to win (and many other things too), but a man who is very aware that he is putting on a show. Perhaps he is a horse in a department store, as I once read him described, but more than that too.

Biden, on the other hand, did not ever have a redeemable moment.

Oh, and I still can’t stand teachers. (See EdD Jill’s ridiculous encouragement clip.) These people are a joke. Yes, yes. I know she meant “answered every question” as opposed to “dodged”-every-question-in-favor-of-repeating-rehearsed-talking-points, and she did not mean “competition award”. But the man failed with every breath and certainly didn’t need anyone lying to him, let alone in such pandering fashion.

Reaction to Kiefer’s Sentiment About His Father’s Passing

Kiefer Sutherland said, “He loved what he did, and did what he loved. And one can never ask for more than that.”

I disagree. I can ask for far more than that.

I have felt bliss. I want instant bliss.

I want more time than I’m slated for, and when my body was twenty-one.

I want sane women.

I want a job that requires no concern about “pleasing people” or making people “happy”.

I want my daughter.

I want every human on earth to have discernment.

I want every human on earth to acknowledge and live according to their strength of memory and speed of thought.

I want pizza on a rotating schedule from all my favorite restaurants served at a place of my choosing as I feel, and new types coming out according to a timeline of my fancy.

I want to be adored.

I want to be listened to.

Back to the time thing; I want time enough to flesh out this post and have my afternoon coffee stay hot until I say so.

In short, Mr. Kiefer Sutherland, you’re wrong. No. Doing what you love or loving what you do, or both, is not all anyone can ask.

Instead of failing at sounding wise, please just tell us how you feel at the news that your father died. Or don’t.

People: we must do better at this death thing.

America’s Husband 2, Plus Bonus Coverage of Ongoing Kidnapped Daughter Drama

A constant dripping on a day of steady rain And a contentious woman are alike; He who would restrain her restrains the wind, And grasps oil with his right hand. -The Bible

“Sling a paddle with the next and starve as contentedly as Job. Go for’ard when the sloop’s nose was more often under than not, and take in sail like a man. Went prospecting once, up Teslin way, past Surprise Lake and the Little Yellow-Head. Grub gave out, and we ate the dogs. Dogs gave out, and we ate harnesses, moccasins, and furs. Never a whimper; never a pick-me-up-and-carry-me. Before we went she said to look out for grub, but when it happened, never a I-told-you-so.” -Jack London

Holy Writ accounts for the italics para about nagging wives. But what can be said about Jack London’s fantasy blurb from his short “Siwash”? Is it not the Proverb we all believe to be the Word of God simply put in the positive?

In the ongoing arguments with the wife, I throw out, “Why doesn’t scripture warn wives about nagging husbands? Did the LORD forget that? Is it because he is sexist? I think there are more difficult issue within Scripture than what it would mean to suggest that maybe He legitimately forgot. I’d run with that.

In any case, it’s a conundrum to nagging Christian wives.

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I have mentioned that nearly everything reminds me of my kidnapped daughter. Well, this summer I’m back in Colorado. Trying to get back into regular contact with H- was primary goal, but others include the mountains. As such, I have been doing inventory on the camping gear as A-, J-, and I are going to hit the campgrounds soon. In so doing, I discovered—of all things—toothbrushes and toothpaste from the last time I went camping. And that would’ve been with H- some 6+ years ago. Sad.

Anyhow, the other kids and I are having our own fun in the mountains and I can only hope suicidal social media and general neglect isn’t taking it’s toll on H- as she is taught about how to normalize darkness by her mother. I only know she is alive because she hangs up rather than lets the calls ring through to vm. I probably should be grateful.

Here I just want to capture one undeniable fact: as her dad, I never did, have, or would’ve kept H- from her mother.

I feel shitty on the regular because I know I should’ve never married H-’s mom. It’s not a good feeling. But what to do? Best I can come up with is try to warn others.

Boys: Don’t marry whores. Just don’t do it. Nothing to do with scripture. Not talking true love waits. Just don’t marry whores. Take it from ol’ Pete.