Saturday, November 29, 2014

The Size of Israel in a Dream

The Size of Israel in a Dream

I had a dream in the last few nights (July 2014), I even forgot about it until just now (12:30 am Monday).

In the dream, I saw a map of Israel, it was a little unclear and I was trying to assess its width at a point. At this point on the map, I determined that Israel was only five miles wide. After waking up, I had no idea if what I had seen was true.

But as it turns out at the narrowest point, Israel is less than four miles wide.

I do not agree that when Israel is surrounded by hordes of Islam, to the extent of thousands of miles that they should give what is one of the lower pieces of real estate in that region. For there is certainly no oil. One could travel for thousands of miles, certainly hundreds in any direction and never step foot out of a country that is not run by an Islamic government. So far to Morocco to the west, to Saudi Arabia, Pakistan, and Afghanistan to the east, and Turkey and Syria to the north. One could travel a lifetime and never confront anything but Islamic civilization.

Why must they give up this one piece of land in the Middle East, a land their fathers once called home?

That is untenable, pun intended, though not really, since this is no laughing matter.

Some of you think Jews are not very pleasant. All the more reason for them to have a place of their own.

I wish all unpleasant people had such a place, preferably between 8,000 and 12,000 miles away from me,  about as far as Israel is. That would be an ideal scenario.

I think the Jews should keep the land. The Muslims have millions of square miles of territories in several dozen countries, in Africa, Asia, and in Asia Minor and the Middle East. And now Muslims are immigrating to the West in massive numbers and laying claim to those nations too. Muslims are welcomed all over the earth, they are brought in to the host society and they are allowed to prosper.

Whether individual Palestinians choose to stay or to go, or to assimilate, I don't know. But it is a mistake to think that this is their land and that they are fighting a noble fight. They are not fighting a noble fight. They refuse to make peace. No matter the atrocities Israel commits, the Palestinians will never win my respect if they continue to put women and children in the front lines because it wins them sympathy from the world and puts them front and center in the newspapers. I won't agree with a nation that wages an insurgency and threatens Israel constantly.

Dystopian Fiction

Before the Hunger Games, before Divergent, before every thriller in the dystopian genre, there was The  REVELATION. Known variously as The Apocalypse, The Revelation of Jesus Christ, or The Apocalypse of John, the premise should remind movie buffs of The Ring. A videotape is being passed around with a  message: Watch this movie and you will die in seven days.

Of course we engage the logic because that isn't possible and no one would have any fear in watching the  movie. The 'What if?' trail the movie takes engages our appetite for fantasy.

So here you have this book, Revelation. It claims to be from outside of our world. It illustrates in symbolic but heavy detail a fearful future when evil has gained total control of earth and its kingdoms. And as Christians we come to believe on some level that these things are true and will happen. We believe that some generation, either ours or a future one will see these things come to pass, and it is the anticipation of our generation and every one which preceded us to see it fulfilled.

Revelation asks that you engage it, a 'What if?' question, and unlike today's bestsellers with fantasy  portrayals of dystopia, it presents a real look at the genuine human dystopia that will take shape as humanity reaches the pinnacle of evil, and perverts every institution. It takes its place as a cornerstone of the genre of pre-history, or prophecy, in a large book of recorded history, contemporary accounts of historical events, and pre-history, the notion of recording history before it happens.

I encourage people to read this classic, and to engage it asking, 'What if?'

The Truth About Breast Cancer

The Truth About Breast Cancer

The truth about breast cancer is simple, but hard to take.

Breast cancer effects liberal women primarily.

Breast cancer is the judgment of God.

Since 1973, women have claimed the right to murder their children.

For a long time, they have enjoyed many special privileges.

One which can be seen on the daytime shows, like Maury.. A woman can accuse a man of nearly anything.  Fathering her child, raping her. The audience automatically believes anything she says, no matter how many times the lie detector results show that women in general cannot be believed.

Women will make mockeries of their husbands in court and allege he has hurt their children, physically, or even sexually.

Women many times use their support money to enrich themselves and buy themselves fattening meals or jewelry, or even, God forbid, spend the money on their new boyfriends. That's right, you heard me correctly.

Because women have been 'liberated', to run wild litigating fraudulent cases and murdering their own  children,

God has struck them viciously, in the millions, with a vicious and progressive disease, just as they deserve.

Take special note: These are not godly, Christian, pro-life women that are diagnosed with breast cancer.

It is wretched liberal women who lack morals entirely that acquire breast cancer.

God has struck these evildoers with disease.

Please do not confront and defy this Father. Some of you are not worth His time and He will kill you. Others He might feel a streak of mercy, if for a second, and give you another chance. Others will suffer from rotting diseases of the flesh, of wasting diseases, and not all of you will survive.

He says correctly, I will have mercy on whom I will have mercy!

Friday, November 28, 2014

My generation is blotted out

My generation has been blotted out.

My uncle and my dad were raised in a religious household. They were beaten with the belt, though they still looked up to their parents in adoration and love them dearly to this day. That was what it was like in the 50s and 60s and I don't blame my grandfather.

But when I was a kid, my dad beat me too, because that was all he knew to do, and he couldn't really be a man and face his wife or his boss. He had to beat on his little boy.

My grandparents never liked my uncle's two sons and they felt so belittled that they stopped coming out to get-togethers and holidays before the age of 15.

I was also the boy that was looked down on, but I had no other family, while these boys lived with their mom and was closer to her family. All I had growing up was my dad and his family. So I kept coming over the years. My mother was around, but she was very poor and had no skills and her family lived across the  country.

My family has been a generation of whores. My aunts and uncles combined, and my parents, (9 total) have  around 23 marriages between them and almost as many divorces.

Divorce is a horrible evil.

A sister, has abused her husband after they were united. She spoke with resentment, Do the dishes, Mow  the yard, Do this do that! You do nothing around here (bitch didn't have a job but he took responsibility for his wife and kids and worked hard).

So he turned to the affection of younger women. He cheated. Their marriage will never recover and divorce is inevitable, however, they're both afraid of the unknown. Tragic.. And they are afraid.

This is the fruit of your labors. If you hold enmity toward your spouse, your ship has set sailed, your time is come.

My dad married again and again, a stupid man he is. He's made money over forty years of hard work but  he'd rather spend it to satisfy his wives, who wind up taking him to court and dividing his assets. But he is a stupid man.

My mother is an outright whore. After her bladder collapsed and repeated surgeries over the last three years she can no longer physically have sex. Her manipulation and advantage-taking of men has still continued. Evil rotten scoundrel.

The whoredom continues and it is not ended.

My generation has been cut off. I am the sole heir. I am 26 years old and cursed to virginity, it is unlawful for my seed to be spread out, it is unlawful for me to be touched.

I am a tender branch, considered as uncircumcised, a first fruit unto God and the Lamb.

I am a 144,000 and I have come to tie the loose ends, and to oversee the steady elimination of man from   rule on this planet, and show those who may learn from me the Way back,as it has since been lost, and it  must be shown again to you.