“When I was a boy of 14, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old man around. But when I got to be 21, I was astonished by how much he’d learned in seven years.” -- Mark Twain.
A way back in the year nineteen hundred and seventy, a bunch of us kids threw a rock concert in one of our city's parks. We were raising money to help us beat the school board into allowing us boys to wear long hair in our high schools. My father, having seen the flyers around town, told me that I was absolutely not to attend the concert. And he told me that, in the event he discovered I had attended said concert, he would murder me. That being the case, you can certainly understand why I could not tell him that I had to attend--since I was one of the concert's organizers. The day of the concert, a beautiful sunny Saturday, he and my mother drove into the park and up behind the big flatbed trailer we had rented for our bands' sound stage. Our big generators could not be heard over the roar of the great rock music. My father left Mom sitting, got out of the car and strode determinedly toward my girlfriend and me. He politely asked me if he could have a word with me.
Dad was a prophet. At the time, I thought he was an idiotic relic
That Saturday, dozens of frisbees were flying at our tremendously successful gathering. There was a hint of marijuana smoke (still a BIG felony back then) mixed in with all the incense sticks smoldering amongst the thousands of attendees. Everybody must have donated at least a couple of bucks each because we wound up with about 10 grand in the kitty. We were elated. But, I was suddenly living what I then believed were probably my last moments of life on this earth. My dad and I walked over to one of the huge oak trees that sheltered that screaming semi trailer. And just short of yelling (in competing with the band playing) he narrowly looked at me and smiled and said, "You guys just don't realize what sort of a horse you are dragging into our town." Of course his allusion was to the Trojan Horse given by the Greeks to the Trojans--stuffed with fully armed Greek soldiers who would slip out of the horse that night and kill a bunch of drunken, sleepy Trojans. I looked at him and said (in my typically dizzying intellectual tone), "What exactly do you mean, Pop?" He said, "Everybody here has already forgotten why most of the guys my age went to Europe and fought Hitler. Trust me, by the time your grandchildren are old enough to start college, a lot of them will no longer have the sense to understand why we have locks on our doors."
He was a prophet. At the time, I thought he was an idiotic relic. But he knew of what he spoke. And today we are living in the midst of a bunch of silver ponytails and idiots of all ages who don't have the common sense to see that our actions these days have absolutely nothing to do with logic or even the most cursory knowledge of world history. As a society we are now entirely shaming the shed blood of our nation's founders. And all the men and women who put themselves in harm's way during the past nearly 300 years in ensuring our liberties--to them, we owe a bottomless apology. We have squandered the historically singular gift we are only inches away from completely losing. And the riots of looting pillagers we are watching every evening, before toddling off to our comfortable beds, have about as much to do with mourning the loss of a senselessly murdered American, as I, a six foot 10 inches tall stocky man, have in common with legendary gymnast Nadia Comăneci.
The events currently going down here in America are what the generations of our enemies--who don't have a nodding acquaintance with the liberties we Americans daily take for granted--have been longing for since our inception. The silly myths and fairytales that have been pumped into our heads by a trillion warm televisions have successfully drowned out the reason big city's downtown apartment dwellers have the array of deadbolts and chains on the cubicles they pay thousands of dollars rent for every month. Yes, it's true that we can ride around in computer-driven taxis. We have sound systems that give our music a more accurate reproduction than when it was performed live. We have television monitors that deliver a clearer image than our retinas can differentiate from reality. We have boutique drugs that can lull us to sleep or seemingly give us enough momentary relief to justify living another day. But most of us all have lost sight of the FACT that mankind has never, in all its existence, been more blackhearted, filthy minded or cold-blooded than we are today. The devil, like a pool shark about to make his career shot, has at least all of America right in front of a corner pocket. And only a comparatively few can see that we are perfectly set up for a fall unprecedented in our wildest imaginings.
Politicians lend credence and give support to the 'anarchists'
I never thought I would see the day when--after having watched several minutes of commonly available, precisely obvious video documentation of an elderly white-haired man feeling up all sorts of clearly uncomfortable little girls--that the very same man is now powerfully and respectfully proclaimed to be at least half our nation's beloved favorite candidate for president. How in the world could such a thing happen? [I have explained that phenomenon in other stories which the reader should take the time to examine.] But if you had, just a few decades ago, told me in detail, about any number of the events now happening around us daily, I would have spit on the ground and sworn that you were out of your mind for making such insane predictions. Yet today my newspaper's lead story photo shows a skinny reveler armed with his crowbar, standing on top of an abandoned police car with its windows smashed in and filthy words spray-painted on the doors and hood. And the horrid death of George Floyd is only a reason, but certainly not the excuse, for any of that. A colossally wicked human being (who happens to be white) dressed as a policeman - BECAUSE THE PEOPLE WHO GAVE HIM HIS UNIFORM WERE NOT PSYCHICS--killed a black man, and all of what's left of our country is now effectively held hostage because most all of us have seemingly lost our ability to think rationally. But it gets worse …
Politicians lend credence and give support to the 'anarchists' (in this instance, rather like calling a rabid dog by a more respectful name) around our nation who are smiling as they 'protest' simply because they are bashing in store windows and 'shopping' without having to spend any money. And politicians, and movie stars, and all manner of contemporary 'dignitaries' are applauding these demons AND PROFITING BY IT mostly because the general public has gone mad and lost its ability to think rationally for more than an hour ahead. No, the bottom line--THE REAL TRUTH BEHIND THIS MESS--is that a very real devil saw his sweetest opportunity in a uniformed tyrant who never grew up, fatally bullying a gentle and sweet Christian man. And, just as satan thought he had won the day 2000 years ago when he crucified Jesus in a crowd of hypocritical priests, one of our Lord's innocent, believing children was senselessly killed surrounded by a group of police who were equally as hypocritical as those devil-driven priests. And now much of America seems to be totally incensed because the people we trust to honestly report our news have further helped satan to use this evil tragedy to bring indictment on anything or anyone they want to paint with their lies and non sequitur sleight-of-hand.
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Joe Biden will serve to do little more than grease the chute to total chaos and destruction
And, on top of all this, as I said in my last article, 'has anyone yet given a proper answer to the coronavirus problem'? Jesus, in Luke chapter 21, Matthew 24 and elsewhere in Scripture talked about all the perplexing dilemmas preceding His second coming. Amongst His list of horrors, he mentions "PLAGUE AND PESTILENCE" as part of the problems accompanying the HARD-HEARTEDNESS of mankind, wars and rumors of wars, earthquakes and floods in diverse places--open your own Bible and read all about what is happening around us right now. And how many of us Christians have been regularly going to God and crying out for His glory, help and gospel to rescue a lost and fumbling planet full of unbelievers?
When I think about the Lord quietly sitting on His throne and waiting--right prior to His finally losing His patience--I see a saddened and deeply thoughtful, TRUE GOD waiting for His creation to choose to come to their senses. And yet hardly anyone, not even many of His own blood-adopted children, are drawing near to Him seeking His will, comfort and omniscience in what clearly appears to be the beginning of this planet's and people's very last 'time of trouble'.
It turns out that my father obviously never murdered me. But he was absolutely right in his predictions, given the limited material with which he had to work. His later born-again son took too long to catch up with his hard-earned wisdom. And I, very admittedly, eventually had to meet my Heavenly Father in order to achieve any ability to hopefully have made some sense in anything I have written above. Nevertheless, the fact remains that we are currently in way over our heads. The approaching, treacherous, final fork in the road of our existence is, I believe, directly ahead of us. And, judging by our performance to date (cutting to the chase), a Joe Biden will serve to do little more than grease the chute to total chaos and destruction. And Donald Trump, victim of constant media abuse and criticism, could be our very last chance at some much-needed GRACE. I pray that we don't get what we deserve.
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“When I was a boy of 14, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old man around. But when I got to be 21, I was astonished by how much he’d learned in seven years.” -- Mark Twain.
A way back in the year nineteen hundred and seventy, a bunch of us kids threw a rock concert in one of our city's parks. We were raising money to help us beat the school board into allowing us boys to wear long hair in our high schools. My father, having seen the flyers around town, told me that I was absolutely not to attend the concert. And he told me that, in the event he discovered I had attended said concert, he would murder me. That being the case, you can certainly understand why I could not tell him that I had to attend--since I was one of the concert's organizers. The day of the concert, a beautiful sunny Saturday, he and my mother drove into the park and up behind the big flatbed trailer we had rented for our bands' sound stage. Our big generators could not be heard over the roar of the great rock music. My father left Mom sitting, got out of the car and strode determinedly toward my girlfriend and me. He politely asked me if he could have a word with me.
