Friday, April 16, 2010
Monday, November 02, 2009
The Poorhouse Part II - The Power of Human Energy
Human Energy - an energy source that can help provide for our energy needs. I was doing some calculations, and I realized that the human body operating at peak physical exertion can produce more than enough energy for several human energy consumers. That is to say, for every single human producer of energy, the peak energy produced by that one human can support several human consumers of energy, assuming the human energy producer is of equal size to or larger than the human energy consumers. Therefore, conservatively, if we were to sequestor one human, and put him to work in a kind of setting where he is forced to drive a machine (i.e., an electrical generator) at a production level requiring his absolute peak physical exertion, than the energy output from that machine (i.e., electrical generator) could easily supply the needs of at least two human consumers. You can hopefully see, now, where I am going with this.
If we are to successfully harness the power of human energy, than we must establish institutions were certain classes of humans are forced to produce the energy that may be consumed by the rest of us. The prisons would be a good starting point. Most prison inmates are physically fit and many are large and physically imposing specimens of humanity. Therefore, they may be easily used by the authorities to drive stationary bikes or treadmills that would, in turn, drive electrical generators that would supply power to the grid. The prisons these days are nothing more than a type of state-run spa and resort, where inamtes get free meals, and can spend their days relaxing in their cells, watching cable TV. They are even given excersize yards where they can work out and lift weights! - where is that energy going?? Nowhere! However the prison population alone would not be sufficient to supply energy for the rest of us.
The real solution lies in establishing poorhouses, as discussed in a previous post. Most of the poor are obese to begin with! Therefore, we must sequestor the poor, and other leaches of society and put them in poorhouses, where they will be forced to drive stationary bikes or treadmills or, better yet, eliptical-type machines with ALL arms and legs, and these machines would, in turn, drive electrical generators that would supply power to the grid! These poor would be supplied with bowls of synthetic gruel, and that would give them the energy to keep working those energy-producing treadmills! That and the fact that many of them are obese to begin with would mean they have plenty of fat to burn off in driving those treadmills. These people will be worked on the treadmills to the point of collapse from exhaustion and driven on the treadmills by whippings. I'm thinking they will be worked on the treadmills a minimum of 16 hours a day. And remember, as discussed in the previous posting on The Poorhouse, they will not be allowed to die! For they will be fed sufficient gruel to keep them running those treadmills up to their maximum capacity! And thus, They will also FINALLY be put to useful work supplying badly needed energy for the rest of society! For more details on the philosphy behind establishing the poorhouses, in general, there is an earlier post on the subject. In any event, we can easily start to address our current energy crises by finally harnessing the power of HUMAN ENERGY!
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Science is Evil, Part III
Now, I’m getting a bit off track here. I think most if not all of the inventions coming out these days are just ridiculous and offensive. Take this so-called “ShamWow”: A cloth that soaks up ALL stains and spills?? How offensive! Any cloth that can soak up all stains and spills is certainly inspired by the Devil and can certainly suck up lost souls! Cleaning should be a painful, rigorous process characterized by bending over and scrubbing hard with a scrub brush, until everything is spic-n-span! I also resent vacuum cleaners! And I particularly resent these new-fangled Dyson-model bagless vacuum cleaners with their so-called “cyclonic” technology. These would also certainly suck up lost souls, as surely as the Devil’s lies and trickery spews forth from the scientists who invented them. I also don’t like them because I suspect they may have a connection to magic spells and witchcraft – if ordinary witches can fly around on brooms, than surely, the most demonic and powerful witches would fly around on vacuum cleaners!
I just feel that we all should all be wary of the so very many these many things that are coming out these days with the promise of making our lives more “convenient,” when in reality such things may likely only have the effect of distancing our immortal souls from the Lord, and putting our immortal souls on the primary road toward eternal hellfire. Now, for the hellfire-bound spirits, I’m sure this is probably not of a concern, but for those of us who are not hellfire-bound, we need to always be on the alert for things like the ShamWow, which seem “a bit too good to be true”. For such things, which seem to be great because they make cleaning “so very easy”, are not great at all, because they could capture our souls for all eternally. THERFORE, as we make our way through life, we must always be wary of the “ShamWows” of this world, and instead, look to the not-so-glamorous, yet good-old-fashioned and reliable scrub brush!!!
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Fat Children are a Sign of the End Times
All over the world children are getting fatter and fatter. A Nathaniel posted previously, “obesity, in general, is a sure sign of the Devil's mastery of our basest desires. Appealing to these, he has reached to the glutton in all of us, sucking the soul away of the Christ-less just as they suck on milkshakes and fries”.
With children it’s even more complicated. Parents these days chose to indulge their children’s’ desires for fatty and sugary foods more than ever. So obesity among children is not just an issue of the child’s overindulgence and weak moral character. It’s also a symptom of lax parental authority, exacerbated by the mass media and the abundance of fast food restaurants. Parents need to better control their children’s diet. The proper children’s diet should consist only of wholesome foods like fresh fruits and vegetables, plenty of whole grains, and healthy protein-rich foods like chicken and fresh fish! Red meat should be eaten in lesser quantities, and absolutely no fast foods! No candy and no soft-drinks! No ice-cream because it is too fatty! Instead desert should consist of cold bowls of non-fat iced-milk! This type of diet would all but prevent obesity in children. The children who already suffer from obesity issues should be sent to Christian-run fat camps, where weight loss would be attained through a steady diet of rigorous exercise, bible-lessons, prayer and rigorous exorcism. The exorcism is necessary because I believe that being fat is a sign of a demon-possessed spirit! The foods to be served at these fat farms will consist of cold bowls of synthetic low-calorie gruel. The gruel will be flavorless, but would provide all the key vitamins, minerals, and nutrients. It would be not unlike the gruel fed intravenously by the machines to those still plugged inside the Matrix on The Matrix movies! In fact this gives me a tremendous idea! The Christian fat camps can be completely automated, and the fat children can be put in a state of hibernation and placed into pods where the gruel is supplied intravenously to their bodies for optimal weight-loss and nourishment. The fatties would not be totally unconscious, but would be in a long-term suspended dream-like state. Therefore, some good, Christian, God-fearing scientist would be employed to write a computer program not unlike the computer program that forms the basis for the virtual world of The Matrix on The Matrix movies. However, this virtual world would be the perfect Christian world in all respects! All of the evil influences of the real world would be blotted out and the children would graduate from the fat farms knowing only what is good and Christ-like. As far as the exercise, that is a problem that still needs to be addressed because living in a pod in a constant dream-like state is certainly not good exercise! Maybe robotic arms would extend into the pods to force the fat children to periodically move their limbs while dreaming, so that the excess flab can be burned off, but that’s just one idea. In any event, there are many possibilities for how to properly deal with all the fat children that are out there!
Friday, February 15, 2008
Planet of the Apes - Good or Evil? You Decide!
Soon after his escape, in the final, iconic scene, Taylor discovers a corroded remnant of the Statue of Liberty buried in the beach. He realizes that he has been on Earth all along, and that humanity must have destroyed its own civilization in a nuclear war, thereby paving the way for the Planet of the Apes!
What to make of this fascinating, yet confounding film?? There are many competing themes that, at times, almost seem to contradict one another. The society of the apes is itself a contradiction: On the one hand, we have what is ostensibly an evil society that takes pleasure in murdering and mutilating innocent humans in the name of science. Yet, on the other hand we have a society that is ultimately guided by faith and faith alone – clearly a good thing! The faith of the apes is based on the “sacred scrolls,” and any scientific inquiry that may contradict the writings on the scrolls is deemed heresy. Let us turn this concept “on its head.” If, instead of a society of advance apes freely mistreating dumb humans and governing their society in accordance with the tenets of “sacred scrolls” (essentially the bible of the ape society in the film), we instead were dealing with our own advanced human society freely using apes and other animals for our own purposes, all the while governing our society in accordance with strictest interpretation of the Bible. There is no question that that is good – even glorious. It is an ideal our society must strive for. So, you may be thinking that the movie is Good, right?? NOT SO FAST! Remember, this is a society of advanced apes! Not Humans! Furthermore, the movie clearly aims to portray this society as cruel and unenlightened. Therefore, we have an ape society behaving in a manner that is, according to the film, unenlightened and evil because of their mistreatment of humans and because the tenets of their sacred scrolls supersede any real scientific inquiry. Does this imply that humans are wrong for mistreating apes and other animals in our real world? Does it also imply that societies who govern in accordance with the Bible are backward and unenlightened? I believe the film is implying that. Therefore, based on this analysis, you may think you can make the correct judgment as to whether the movie is good or evil. But there is more to this story! Remember, “Planet of the Apes” is a series of movies, and there are four more films in the series!
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Wall Mart Shoppers are Good Christians
I also believe that Wal-Mart provides great jobs for the local people. However, every time I visit Wal-Mart I get the impression that many of the workers are not thankful enough for their Wal-Mart jobs. Wal-Mart jobs are wonderful jobs for many people. They get paid 8.50 an hour and they get occasional bathroom breaks. They have the priviledge of being able to help the customers get low prices. They also get to wear those bright blue smocks. What on earth is wrong with that? Yet, I get the impression that many US Wal-Mart workers are dissatisfied, and I don’t understand why. I feel that the dissatisfaction of Wal-mart workers is symbolic of what is wrong with the working class in general. That’s why we need to completely eliminate social welfare programs, eliminate taxes on the rich, and bring back poor-houses as a means of punishing those who will not work at Wal-mart type jobs. If we had poor-houses (see previous post on bringing back the 19th century-style poor-house) the Wal-mart workers would be truly grateful for their jobs because they would see that the only alternative would be the poor-house - where they would learn the true definition of misery and suffering. Only then would Wal-Mart workers finally realize that they had better eagerly perform their jobs with bright cheerful attitudes, lest they be fired and consigned to the dark gloomy halls of the poorhouse!
Thursday, March 08, 2007
Women With Guns Get Raped
Thursday, February 08, 2007
Africa is Evil
Sunday, January 28, 2007
Please Somebody Burn Down His House
"This is why intelligent people can be religious. That's an arrogant statement -- it presumes that religion and intelligence are incompatible, that anyone with any sense wouldn't believe in unproven supernatural faith-based scenarios. But of course that is not the case. I personally might believe (believe!) that many religious beliefs are irrational and verge on lunacy, but I can both see their efficacy -- their attraction and usefulness -- and sense their beauty. One does not have to be a Catholic to stand in awe of the Sistine Chapel ceiling; be Muslim to hear the lure of the soulful cry of the muezzin and sense the power of the mass dance of the faithful in prayer; be Hindu or Jewish to read and enjoy a text that is often chock full of amazing and surprising metaphors and analogies. These dances, music, images, metaphors are, I sense, deep-rooted -- they are like the neural propensities for grammatical structures that Chomsky goes on about and are therefore similarly genetically inheritable. The dance that is religion has evolved within us, to be released and expressed in a thousand different forms, none of which make logical sense, and all of which, if looked at literally, require a large helping of denial. God is in the wiring, bequeathed by the genes."
It is comments like these that shine light on why the liberal elite -- especially Hollywood and pop stars -- should not be allowed to speak out. As much as I hate the French, they really had the right idea when drama people were all forced to be mimes. The man (David Byrne) wrote catchy pop songs in the late 70s through the 80s, yet now, for some reason, he believes himself qualified to pontificate on such things as religion, politics and the environment. Really, his transformation from singer to pontificator is exactly why pop music is a tool of the Devil. Yes, in the beginning, it all seems innocent and fun, but as we sway our hips and hum to ourselves, Satan is whispering in our ear, giving us delusions of grandeur.
Saturday, January 27, 2007
Genetically Engineered Women -- Beware A Woman in Power
Friday, January 12, 2007
People who suffer "Depression" have Evil Ways
Let me also add that I do believe in 2 treatments used by the so-called metal health doctors: Electrocution and Labotamy. I believe these procedures can be used as appropriate punishments for those who suffer from mental health disorders. However, they must be Punishments! Not "treatments" Treatment is equivalent to coddling! It's like giving a bratty, spoiled child candy. Therefore, Electrocution should be used to cause severe pain as a means of Punishing the depressed person. Labotomy, of course can and should be used as the final solution.
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
Children are Our Future
Bring back the Poorhouse!
"And be it further enacted, That whenever, after the said poor-house shall be completed, any poor person in any city or town of the same county shall apply for relief, the said overseer of the poor of such city or town shall make application to a justice of the peace of said county,...that such person is in such indigent circumstances....it shall be [the justice's] duty....to issue his warrant under his hand, directed to any constable of such city or town, whose duty it shall be to execute the same, thereby requiring said constable forthwith to take such poor person....and remove him or her to said poor-house, and there deliver him or her to the care of the keeper of the same poor-house, to be relieved and provided for as his or her necessities shall require; and he or she shall be discharged therefrom by order of the superintendents of the same [poor]-house, or some one of them:"
-1824 Law Concerning Paupers in the State of New York
Our modern day society is way too forgiving of the poor and the indigent. We have government progrms like Social Security, Unemplyment insurance, Workman's Compensation, Medicare, Medicaid, and the like. Government programs like these tend to reward poverty rather than punishing it. Our government SHOULD have programs that deal with poverty. However, they should be completely focused on PUNISHING poverty rather than rewarding it. Do you recall LBJ's "War on Poverty" from the 1960's? It was a totally wrongheaded policy because it expanded welfare and easy relief from the burdens of poverty. Now - I DO believe we should have a war on poverty, but it should be EXACTLY that - a WAR! Just like the war on terror! We don't reward terrorism, do we? We fight it and try to destroy it. The war on poverty should be the same. While we can't destroy the poor just for being poor, we can certainly execute punishments on them as a means of forcing them into a more proporous Christian lifestyle, and publicly bestowing condemnations on them that are consistent with God's will. And how do we do this? The Poorhouse! Yes, the poorhouse! Once again, another great example of how the cure to our societal ills can be found not by secular progressive thinking but from looking back to the days of yore! The poorhouse is truly the proper solution for the indigent. Can't pay your bills? Can't put food on the table? Can't keep the heat on? Well then, it's off to the poor-house with ye!!
The poorhouse will not encourage poverty and dependence on the state, but it rightly will punish it! The poorhouse is not a fun place to be, but a horrible sad place of suffering. Notwithstanding the above provision of the New York statute which specifies some relief and provision of the minimum necessities, I can assure you that in reality such poorhouses were considered to be the ultimate form of suffering and humiliation for the poor whoose only other alternative was DEATH, judgement, and eternal damnation for their lives of sinful indolence! They were meant to discourage and punish indolence and poverty rather than encourage and reward it. They were meant as places where desperate wretched paupers and orphan children could be shut away from the refined, delicate eyes of the virtuous and the properous, and to warn those of the industrious working classes that they had better remain so, lest they by consigned to the dark gloomy halls of the poor-house! Where meals consist of meager plain gruel, where you will be put to work on the treadmills, grinding up bones and rocks! Where you will be given the minimum amount of gruel required to stay alive. Where your poorhouse clothes consist of coarse cloth sacks, that provide neither comfort nor warmth. Where disease, plague, and small-pox abounds! Where whippings are dispensed for any infraction whatsoever! Where loved ones are kept isolated from one another at ALL times. These are just some of the many attributes of the poorhouse, and it should always remain the one and only solution to dealing with not just the poor and the indigent, but also the insane, the sickly, the drunkards, the abandoned orphan children, and the demented elderly! That must be their lot!
Monday, December 04, 2006
Children Must Be Protected From Transgender Teachers
Friday, November 24, 2006
The Muslims Finally Got Something Right
My real reason for this post, however, was to comment on one of the claims made by an author of a Turkish creationism book, specifically that Darwin is responsible for terrorism. At first, I thought this was simply raving from a heathen in denial of his place in Hell, since Muslims are responsible for terrorism. And while I still believe that Muslims are indeed the only real terrorists in the world, the author makes a point, This is because the West's love of Darwin and evolution has made us weak in the eyes of the Lord, thus making it possible that Islam is any threat to our nation. For this obsession with Darwin has distracted the powers that be of the holy righteousness of the Lord and absolute correctness of the Bible, such that they are unable to combat Muslim terrorists with the powers vested in Christians by God to combat the existence of such filth as Islam. If only our people and leaders would embrace the Old Testament and forget about the claims of a disgusting man such as Darwin, we could put Islam in its place such that whatever Muslim we did not keep in a cage or kill would be too terrified by the wrath of God to ever attempt to harm us. But no, instead our leaders are distracted by keeping evolution in schools and denying the truth of the Bible. This allows terrorism to flourish, and this is why Darwin is, like the Turkish guy said, really responsible for terrorism.
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
No Wonder They're Almost Extinct!
may lead to a new kind of enemy that we Christian soldiers may have to fight: animals possessed by Satan. I say this simply because the using of evil technology to teach animals the joys of fornication will certainly have some sort of perverted effect upon their brain. Now, whether that effect is something akin to being possessed by the Devil such that we must beware pandas running around China like werewolves remains to be seen. This is especially true given that pandas are very lazy creatures and spend most of their days sitting around eating bamboo.
No Wonder They're Almost Extinct!
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
The Dalai Lama Should Be Tortured
Thursday, November 09, 2006
Science Can Be Good
Monday, November 06, 2006
Let our voices be heard this election day!
This poem was written to inspire all conservative evangelicals to vote and let their voices be heard!
We have come,
Good fellows of the Lord,
To a crossroads in our being.
We must understand,
What is truly at stake,
As soldiers of the Lord.
We will raise up our voices,
Into the night!
We will take a stand,
And we will fight!
Are we not the children of the Lord?
Or the dust of a future past?
We raise our voices in the night!
Crying to heaven!!
And will our voices be heard?
Or will they Break Like The Wind!
We are the footprints across the sands,
We are the thumb on a stranger's hand,
We made a promise in the night!
Crying to heaven!!
Is this a promise that we keep?
Or one we Break Like The Wind!
We will forever sing this endless song,
We send our hearts into the night!
Soaring to heaven!!
And will our voices be heard?
And will our hearts still beat on?
Or will they Break Like The Wind!
Break Like The Wind
Break Like The Wind.
Let us not go silently,
Into this good night!
We will take a stand,
In the final fight!
Sunday, November 05, 2006
Beware, Beware, Beware the Overweight Wife
Now, for the second issue, I recently read this, which shines some light on what may be the root of the problem:
"Most pastors I know do not have satisfying, free, sexual conversations and liberties with their wives. At the risk of being even more widely despised than I currently am, I will lean over the plate and take one for the team on this. It is not uncommon to meet pastors wives who really let themselves go; they sometimes feel that because their husband is a pastor, he is therefore trapped into fidelity, which gives them cause for laziness. A wife who lets herself go and is not sexually available to her husband in the ways that the Song of Songs is so frank about is not responsible for her husbandÂs sin, but she may not be helping him either."
The pastor that iresponsiblele for the above is quite correct, I think, in at least identifying a source of temptation for, not only pastors, but men in general: a wife'slothfulnessss. It's not just, as the pastor identifies, the wives of church elders that suffer from letting themselves go, sure that their husbands, obviously good Christians, will never stray. Most women with husbands suffer from this delusion. And I say delusion, for that is exactly what it is, as nearly all men -- except for the most truly pious -- can be tempted by the whispers of Satan when their wives become fat and disgusting. That is the weakness of men, which is why we can only and must strive to live in a righteous manner akin to our Lord Jesus Christ.
Yes, man, no matter how righteous, is still ridden with the faults of men; and, knowing this, it is the wife's duty to make herself attractive to her husband so that Satan cannot send his armies of whores and homos to tempt him. It is really a simply charge, although those women that refuse it are, like men, simply succumbing to their innermost faults, in this case laziness rather than sexual desire. That is why it is equally the duty of men to insure that their wives stay attractive and fit so they are attractive -- not repulsive -- when the time comes to make babies. Diets, training, and -- sometimes -coercionon for when the wife becomes especially insolent and stubborn -- all are useful tools in the fight against a woman's sloth. Men that neglect these aspects of marriage are certainly beckoning for the evil Satan to place roadblocks on the path to righteousness.
Saturday, October 28, 2006
Ban Stem Cell Research and all other cell research
Now, lets take this one step further. What about the human cells that are not stem cells? What about these cells? Are they not a form of human life? Of course they are! They are life! And they are Oh So Precious! They are Oh So Very Precious! Therefore, they must not be used for any form of research! Do you want to be a part of the culture of life? Then you must oppose the use of human cells for scientific research - period! You may feel that this position is unreasonable - Well Tough! Because it does not matter what you "feel". What do you think life is? Some kind of "new age" therapy session, where we all talk about how we "feel", so that we can try to justify, using Satan's "logic", that it is OK to use human cells, created by God, for grissly scientific research? NO! The only thing that matters is what's in the bible, and the last time I checked, the bible does not condone the taking of human life. The bible does not make any kind of distinction between human life as a whole or the human life that is inherent within our individual cells. Therefore, we must stop this insanity of using human cells for scientific research. I have much more to write on this subject later on, including my public condemnation of a young boy I know of, who is afflicted with juvenile diabetes, and he has the horrible audacity and the absolute selfishness to "wish" that stem cell research will expand, so that a cure "might" be found to a condition which almighty God WILLED him to have!! Unbelievable!!
Friday, October 20, 2006
These things which I believe - a poem of inspiration
I have written this poem as a special gift to all of my followers. This may very well be one of the greatest inspirational poems ever written. I hope that when you read it, it will give you the strength to hold fast unto those things which you so Truly Do Believe!
These things which I believe,
These things which I believe,
What are these things?
These Things that I believe.
These Things that I believe,
These things that I believe,
Freedom - one of the many,
The many things that I believe.
What are these things?
These things that I believe,
Life is a thing,
In which I do truly believe!
These things that I believe,
These things that I believe,
What are these things?
These Things that I believe.
What are these things?
These things that I believe,
Prayer is a thing,
In which I do truly believe!
What are these things?
These things that I believe,
Old-Time Morals are things,
In which I do truly believe!
Let us pray for the things,
In which I do believe,
Because they are these things,
These things which I believe!
Why must we pray,
For the things that I believe?
Because they are these things,
These things that I believe!
Let us believe,
In the things that I believe.
We must always believe,
In the things which I believe.
There are are very certain things,
Certain things that I beleive.
And they are different than other things,
Which others may believe!
These things which I believe,
These things which I believe,
These are the things,
These Things which I believe.
Sunday, October 08, 2006
Women For Jesus Make Babies
Friday, August 25, 2006
Arrogant Judges
I detest arrogance of any kind. I believe that arrogance is one of the most contemptable of all human vices. That is why I detest most judges in this country. They are arrogant. They are openly contemptuous of our rights and freedoms. They are on a reckless Satanic rampage. I remember clearly (but not fondly) my day in court several years ago, when I tried to seek intervention by the District Court to prevent the building and starting up of a morally suspect business called "Sweet Treats Creamery". Now I won't elborate too much on what moral depravities were likely to occur in this store, except to say that the "goings on" in stores that have the word "creamery" in their name are likely to be too horrible and depraved to repeat here!! Stores like this should never have been permitted to operate in a family town. Unfortunately, due to the arrogance of the district court judge, my request for court intervention to prevent this depraved business from starting up failed, and, as a result, I can no longer drive directly to church along the primary road because this business happens to be located on the primary road. Instead I have to take a long and drawn out detour that takes me all the way around town so that I don't have to pass by this store. This detour is needed to ensure that I am NEVER within 10 miles of this store! I feel that by always keeping this safe distance away from the store, I am sufficiently protected from ever seeing or hearing any of the discusting, wicked, depraved acts that are likely to be occuring therein!
My day in court to try to prevent this store from going into business was not one that I remember fondly. The judge arrogantly stated that my contention was groundless and had no legal merit. "How Dare You!!," I responded. I then started to quote bible verses in the hope that if the judge was a good Christian man, he would see the error of his ways and repent before me that minute! Sadly, this evil arrogant man rejected my arguments further by ordering me to stop quoting the bible. He said that "his courtroom is no place for bible readings." The court is no place for bible readings?? What horrible evil arrogance! What has happened to our judicial system? Of all places the courts should be among the most necessary places for bible readings, as our laws should be based on the moral standards set forth in the bible. Sadly this arrogant judge refused to be taught the error of his ways, and he had the audacity to cite me for contempt! As a result I had to pay a 100 doller fine! I was outraged beyong belief! I hope that all of you reading this share my outrage.
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
Freedom isn't Free
Anyone who knows me knows that there are two things in the world that I love more than any other earthly thing: Life and Freedom.
I am both a lover of life and a lover of freedom. I am a lover of life because I believe that life is Oh So Very Precious! I am against the taking of innocent life through abortions, stem cell research (ALL stem cells, NOT just embryonic stem cells), and any other form of research that might damage living human cells, even if they are not stem cells. That is why most biological research must be banned, because it could damage precious living human cells!
I am a lover of freedom because I know what’s at stake in the post 9-11 world. I am a lover of freedom because I understand that those who disagree with President Bush’s policies in the war on terror should be silenced and liberal activists should be locked up. I understand that freedom is a very beautiful and precious thing, so precious that we must preserve it like a jar of delicious wholesome preserves by silencing those who are outspoken in their criticisms of President Bush’s War on terror and the spreading of freedom in the middle east. Let me further elaborate on this analogy: Freedom is like a jar of wholesome blackberry preserves, and therefore it must be sealed and contained lest it be exposed to the elements and turn rotten. Therefore, just like the jar of wholesome preserves it is imperative that people are not permitted to espouse liberal subversive ideas. People who do this must be locked up so that true Christian freedoms may be preserved just like the jar of wholesome blackberry preserves. When we allow liberals to criticize the decisions of our president, we are in a since, exposing freedom to the evil ways of the world, and then the freedom starts to become rotten and evil, and then freedom has mutated from an instrument of God into an instrument of the Devil. In order to prevent this, and prevent the questioning of our Christian leaders, most people need to become like little children, and the Christian leaders must be like harsh fathers to these disobedient and misguided children. We must amend our laws and our Constitution to accommodate this. Anyone who doesn’t understand this doesn’t understand what freedom is all about.
I also want to again emphasize that I am filled with love for each and every one of you, and it is the love that a father has for his disobedient, misguided children. That is why I choose to bring you my messages because they are messages of love and hope. I am, in a sense like your father, and I pray that there will come a time when you think of me as such.
Friday, August 11, 2006
The White House Loves Armageddon
Thursday, August 10, 2006
The Punishment Chair - (when whippings are not enough!)
Well, you all know that I am an ardent supporter of whippings and corporal punishment for disobedient children - both in the home and in the school! However, there are times when whippings just aren't good enough! For the truly troubled children, we need to be more innovative in our punishment techniques. It is ridiculous to think that corporal punishment of troubled children should be restricted to only lashings and cannings with hickory switches and sticks! - Even if that includes belts and whips!!! No no no!!! We must be far more comprehensive. The definition of corporal punishment is not just whippings, lashings, spanking, and cannings. Corporal Punishment, broadly defined, means any type of punishment that is meant to inflict physical pain. Therefore, we must get beyond whippings and such and consider other ways of inflicting pain on troubled children, so that the devil may be forced from them and they may be saved from eternal hellfire!
A particular punishment that I have thought up recently is more harsh than mere whippings or cannings, and therefore, it could be used for the most disobedient children and the ones who are truly troubled. It is called the punishment chair. Do you know about the electric chair? It was used for putting criminals to death! Well the punishment chair is similar to the electric chair. The key difference is that it may be built to smaller sizes so that it can accompany children, and the operating voltage is significantly lower so that it will not kill. However, it will inflict a great deal of pain! A standard sized electric chair can also be used as a punishment chair. However, the voltage must be kept low enough such that it won't result in death - only intense pain. As for the sizing - If a standard size electric chair is used, then books, bricks, pieces of wood, or a booster seat should be placed on the seat of the chair so that the child is seated high enough for his head to be placed in the Helment that is lined with a wet sponge, so that the electric current can be conducted through his body. As for the strength of the current, the current passing through the body must not be high enough to cause death, but it should cause intense pain. That is the reason the operating voltage must be kept sufficiently low, so that the electric current passing through the child's body is not too strong. As for the duration of the punishment - It must be long enough such that that the child learns his lesson! If the punishment results in unconsciousness before the child learns his lesson than the child must be woken up, and the punishment must continue! If the punishment results in blood seeping from the eyes, than so be it! If this occurs, then the punishment must be discontinued until the child recovers from the injury, and then the punishment must be continued until the child learns his lesson. How do you know when the child learns his lesson? That is when the child recants his misdeeds and acknowledges his sinful nature, and pledges to commit himself to the Lord, Jesus, and promises to become a good child from that day forward! That is the way that we can deal with truly troubled children! This may seem somewhat harsh to many of you. Well, I contend that, for some children, it is impossible to simply spank or even beat the devil out them. For some children we must inflict true excruciating pain to force the devil from them. I acknowledge that hopefully this applies to only a small segment of our youth. However it must be considered as a final solution for those children who are truly troubled and influenced by the devil!!
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
George W. Bush - A Poem Celebrating Our Nation's Greatest Leader
Stalwart, Strong,
Faithful and true,
You are our President!
Your leadership,
Like a shining beacon,
The ship as it passes,
As it passes through the night,
Is guided to safe harbour,
Guided to harbour by your glorous light!
Unwavering and strong,
Stalwart in your ways,
You are resolute!
You do not back down!
Your leadership,
Like a glorious angel,
The angel of truth,
The truth and the light,
Shining - Oh so bright!
For all the world to see!
Stalwart and unwavering,
Uncompromising and resolute,
You know the only way!
You stand for freedom and light!
The freedom of truth,
The truth and the light,
You are the president who has the sight!
A sight that is set on the Final Fight!
We are engaged in a war,
A different kind of war,
A war on terror,
We will not falter,
We will not fail,
In the post-9-11 world!
A stalwart defender,
Of what is right and good,
Always determined - To do what is right!
Those who question,
Those who doubt,
They do not understand true freedom,
May their voices be silenced,
May they be permanently cast out!
You understand,
What is truly at stake,
Our morals and our values,
The enemy’s of freedom,
Will not take away these good old-time morals!
Our treasured values and freedoms,
Will continue to prosper,
In the post-9-11 world!
You will continue to stand up,
And defend our great land,
Against those who hate freedom,
Woe unto freedom haters!
Your time is at hand.
Stalwart, strong, and resolute,
May you guide our great nation,
Through treacherous waters,
Through the darkness of the night,
So, that we as a freedom-loving nation,
Will see a new light!
Because of you Mr. President,
We as a nation,
Will be guided to a new light,
A new light at the end,
Of the final fight!
Monday, August 07, 2006
Pat Robertson Is Dead to Me
Shame on You!
Thursday, July 27, 2006
The Husband Diet
Breasts Are For Breastfeeding, Women Are For Their Husbands
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
The World Did Not Begin with Adam And Steve -- Somebody in Congress Finally States the Obvious
"It's part of God's plan for the future of mankind," explained Rep. John Carter (R-Tex.).
Rep. Bob Beauprez (R- Colo.) also found "the very hand of God" at work. "We best not be messing with His plan."
Rep. Mike Pence (R-Ind.) agreed that "it wasn't our idea, it was God's."
"I think God has spoken very clearly on this issue," said Rep. Phil Gingrey (R-Ga.), a mustachioed gynecologist who served as one of the floor leaders yesterday. When somebody quarreled with this notion, Gingrey replied: "I refer the gentleman to the Holy Scriptures."
Unfortunately, the amendment was defeated in both the Senate and the House, so there is much work to be done. However, it is undeniable that the last decade has brought a groundswell of Christian support and grassroots organization clamoring to bring this country back into the arms of God. With prayer and love for Jesus, it is only a matter of time before the sinners of America are condemned and rounded up to be introduced into the way of holy-ness. I ask now that you pray with me...
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
The Fall and Rise of Peter -- Another Story About the End Times (Part III)
The next few months in Peter’s life were both horrific and spectacular. As he, with the rest of the world, watched the Earth turn on itself, chaos reining through the streets – rape, murder, and theft prevalent, nobody safe, everybody afraid – and great natural disasters killing millions of people, Peter also discovered that he was a natural leader of men. And he liked it. He liked leading raids on the criminals and sinners. It gave him pleasure to watch the Godless squirm with fear at the mere sight of the Strike Force’s approach, at the inevitable wrath of God coming to bring justice and goodness to this small part of the world. The sins of his past still hung over him like the blade of a guillotine, but rather than live his life in shame, he was driven by resolve to do right by the Lord God.
One night Peter and the Strike Force happened upon an innocent women being raped by two hooligans. Sneaking up behind the attackers, Peter drew his knife and sliced the knee tendons of one, while the Strike Force captured the other, binding the man’s legs and arms with duct tape. As the injured sinner lay writhing on the ground, clutching his leg and moaning, Peter turned to the other. “Repent! Accept the Lord Jesus Christ into your heart, and be forgiven of your crimes.” But the man just laughed. Peter, though, didn’t mind for he knew with a few minutes of pain he could make the man see the light. Pain had a way of opening peoples’ minds to the message of the Lord. It was as though the suffering drained all the evil out of sinners and made their minds a souls a blank, innocent slate, like a newborn’s. So he ripped open the man’s shirt and began carving a cross into his chest. Of the over fifty men he’d performed this procedure on before, only one refused to accept Jesus. The rest now wore their scar proudly, a permanent reminder of the power of God.
The man, though, didn’t even scream. He only continued his laughter. Finally he allowed, “You can’t hurt me. I am one with the true ruler of the Universe, Dimitriadas, also known as the Antichrist, also known as Satan! And I’ve tasted your wife, Peter. Jez begged me to never stop.” With that he smiled.
Peter’s calm vanished. “Liar!” he screamed. He then pulled a pair of pliers from his belt. Ripping teeth from the man’s mouth, he pushed two of them into the man’s eye sockets. And the man still did not scream, but only began talking in what sounded like gibberish but what the Strike Force knew was a prayer to Satan. Never had they battled such pure evil.
And Peter’s mind seemed to be collapsing from the weight of it all. “No, not Jez,” he mumbled. “Not Jez. Please God, do not let it be true. My whole heart is yours, my whole heart is yours, my whole heart is yours,” and he collapsed into a pile on the ground and just rocked and rocked himself.
One of his men finally tried to comfort Peter. “The man is a liar, Peter. A liar. Jez would never do such a thing.” But something deep within Peter knew it was true. Women could not be trusted. It was their nature to betray man, to betray God. Just as Eve tempted Adam to disobey the command of God, Jez had led Peter astray and broken his heart. Nothing could fix it, nothing. Peter could feel Jesus calling to him, “I love you Peter, I love you. Do not worry; you are one of my children. Heaven awaits. Heaven,” but not even the soothing words of the Lord made him feel better. All he could think about were the things he could have done to prevent Jez from becoming such a whore. If only he forbade her reading, her watching television. When she argued, he should have silenced her. If only, if only…
Suddenly, the man whose knee tendons Peter had severed stood up, apparently healed of his affliction. The Strike Force noticed that there was a mark, a cross on the man’s forehead that had not been there before. He walked over to Peter and, kneeling down, touched him on the shoulder. “Peter,” he said, “you made me see the light. You. You are truly a child of God, Peter. Do not despair. Yours is a blessed life, meant to be spent in the arms of the Lord, basking in His glory. The pain you feel is only temporary, only a worldly pain. In Heaven you will be in an eternity of rapture. Jez will not even have existed.”
And Peter started to come back to himself. His convert had away about him. Just his touch made Peter feel better, and the man’s words were like God Himself standing before the distraught Peter, consoling him. And Peter rose to his feet. “It’s time to roll out,” he commanded his men…
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Peter stormed into the house he shared with Jez. She was in the kitchen, hovering over the microwave trying to make dinner. Hearing the door slam behind him, Jez turned and smiled, unaware that he knew of her crimes. And Peter strode up to her clinching his fists; and seeing his face, Jez knew something was wrong, she even knew that it was her secret, her passion for a man she only knew as Perez, that seemed to have Peter possessed by the Devil. What she did not expect was the kick Peter delivered to her face, for he had always been such a gentle man. In fact, it was what she loved most about their marriage, that he was so loving and soft, for it allowed her to manipulate him and have her way.
Peter picked Jez up off the floor by the throat and slammed her on top of the stove. His eyes were wild and crazy, like a dog’s with rabies, and he stared at her with the look of a killer. Jez couldn’t breathe and she struggled and struggled, only finally able to bring some sense of calm to herself by remembering her few passionate rendezvous with Perez and the way he touched her. It was rough – not as rough as the way Peter now strangled her – but rough nonetheless… and dirty and sinful; and she loved every minute, every second of it; and she could barely contain her incredible need to moan and scream with pleasure at a mere caress from Perez’s hands.
Even in his possessed state, Peter’s love for Jez could be reached by her touch. And Jez, in a sudden fit of corrupt genius recognized this, reaching out and slipping her hands down his pants. She stroked him until he let go of her neck; and bringing her face up to his, she whispered, “Peter, I’m pregnant” and kissed him violently, hoping it would pass for passion. And it did, and Peter kissed her back, not forgiving her, not even really recognizing her, as his mind, already fragile from a broken heart, succumbed to pure desire, to pure evil that only women know to manipulate.
But Jez, despite her deep connection to the ways of Satan, did not contemplate the love Jesus had for Peter. Peter continued to kiss her, to touch and grope her, but all the while Jesus was whispering in his ear. “Don’t do this, Peter. Don’t. She will lead you down a path from which you can never come back.” And finally the message began to get though, until, finally, Peter quickly turned on one of the stove burners and put Jez’s hand on it. He held it there as she screamed, gathering his thoughts. After a few seconds, he said only “The Elders will know what to do with you” and dragged her out the door by her hair.
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A month passed, and it was time for Jez’s punishment to be carried out. The Elders, after several emotional hours questioning Peter, finding out what he wanted and what would be best for both the town and him, decided the townspeople would shoot Jez with rubber bullets and send her off to the shantytown that had recently been built to house the sinners. Once the baby was born, it was to be taken from her and given to Peter to bring up in Christ, away from the scheming and manipulative Jez.
So Jez was led out to the town square in chains and tied to a poll; and seeing her sad figure, people began to boo and hiss, slowly forming a circle around the poll. As Peter walked through the crowd toward his wife, some began to pat him on the back, deeply sorry for the shame and sin that had visited his life. Everyone loved Peter, and nobody really blamed him; but most by now had heard his story about the sinful origins of the relationship, about how it was because of Jez that Peter was denied the Rapture, that he embraced desire and pleasure over love of God and the truth of the Bible; and knowing this, all knew his love for Jez was cursed.
Peter was the first to shoot Jez. Stoically, he raised the gun and pulled the trigger. The bullet smashed into her nose, crushing it, and Jez twisted on the poll, moaning. And the rest of the townspeople followed Peter’s lead, reigning down rubber bullets upon the woman until the moaning stopped. Peter stood and watched it all, still showing no emotion; and when he turned and again walked through the crowd, intending to go back home, the crowd slowly followed.
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When Jez awoke, she found herself in a shack – her new home. The walls had no paint, no wallpaper, and the floor was dirt. Only a single light bulb hung from the ceiling. In one corner there was a stove and in another a dresser. It was the saddest site she had ever seen, and it was now her life; but she was not repentant or regretful; she did not curse herself or wish she could go back in time and make things right, truly embracing the light of Jesus Christ and accepting her life with Peter and his dominion over her. No; instead she let herself be taken by rage and desire – desire for revenge; and she stood up out of bed and began pounding on her stomach, intent on forcing the fetus insider of her out so it could suffocate without the nourishment from her womb. That would teach Peter.
And after a few minutes, the contractions began, and Jez could feel her body rejecting her premature baby. She began to bleed and feel faint; she felt a stabbing pain; she needed to lie down. And she did. And she lay there, pushing and pushing, pushing the baby out of her. At only two or three months it would surely be born dead, and she would be happy to be rid of it. God was not worthy of any duty. She would not have children that would grow up to worship Him. All children should be suffocated, she thought to herself.
As soon as the baby was delivered and she felt strong enough to move, Jez sat up and stared at the tiny bloody baby laying in her bed. It was covered in blood and placenta and did not move. She gathered up her child and began rocking it, suddenly hoping that she might feel something, some love for the fetus, for her baby; but she felt nothing, not even a twinge of sadness or regret. No, after a few seconds, she only wanted it out of her site, to forget about it, to forget that she was ever pregnant or married or was ever loved by a man, by anyone at all. So she took her child outside and tossed it in the garbage.
When the door closed behind Jez, the baby’s eyes opened. It yawned and stretched itself. The placenta and blood hanging off its tiny figure made it uncomfortable, as though it were being suffocated, and it began tearing at it with its miniature fingers. After a few moments, it turned itself over onto its stomach and tried crawling. At first it was tough going, but within a minute or two it got the hang of it and began crawling around in small circles, trying to take in the surrounding scenery. Finally noticing the entrance to a sewer, the baby began crawling towards it, not even recognizing where it might lead to, but somehow drawn to it.
On its way, the fetus was suddenly overcome by both an immense sadness and a profound sense of good, all at the same time. It was as though the weight of the world, all the sin and filth and suffering, were put on its shoulders while the strength and glory of God propped it up like Atlas and the Earth. And reaching the mouth of the sewer, the fetus continued crawling until the force of gravity pulled it down to the depths.
Laying on the ground, the baby was greeted by the sniffing of a rat. Suddenly, the tiny little eyes of another fetus were peering down at him. Then another. And another. And another, until the fetus was surrounded by other fetuses. And then one of the aborted spoke. “Welcome. We are the Tribulation Saints, and you are our leader.”