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Satan's Selling America His Current Most Important Lie



Satan's Selling America His Current Most Important LieI can die now. Many of you may not mind that. Nevertheless, I can go to my grave, having seen everything. And so much of that I never wanted to see- never imagined was possible. And I won't mind leaving this place a bit, because I have now seen much more than I ever truly cared to. I am so disappointed in you, America. It appears that the dumbing down, the mental bleaching/mesmerizing has done the job. Most of you are zombies. And of course the last people to recognize any of that are always the zombies themselves. But lies are what make normal people behave like zombies. And through the years I have seen how lies really work.
One of the earliest stories I ever wrote with Canada Free Press was about something I watched happen in the theater years ago. I had been invited to attend the formal debut of the showing of "Platoon" in the first theater west of California (specifically in the Rocky Mountains) to install a "THX" sound system. I had done some design work for "LucasFilm", "THX." Some dumb parents had brought their little boy--he couldn't have been more than four or five--to the premier showing of "Platoon." This was back before the advent of DVDs and that kind of quality in home entertainment. Theaters were still big business. This particular film was being debuted in a huge theater featuring one of the first applications of George Lucas' 'THX' sound system. The explosive sound effects and dialogue were so unbelievably perfect that it was quite entirely believable and frighteningly so. Now everyone is well accustomed to that sort of digitalized excellence. But back then it was a brand-new thing. Writer/director Oliver Stone had really done his work in taking millions of spectators to a completely realistic performance of one of Vietnam's worst combat moments. I was very interested in the movie. But I quickly became much more interested in the little boy's responses to the blood and gore that were happening at lightspeed on the big screen coupled with thunderous battle sounds. Every time a machine gun fired or a bomb exploded, the poor little boy would shake with fear. I very nearly confronted the parents and would have cheerfully offered to take the little one out into the lobby and maybe play a videogame, or just talk, in order to allow his dumbbell parents the opportunity to enjoy their movie without forever mentally scarring their tender son. The reason for recalling this incident, then and now, was what happened at a particular point in the movie where a mentally challenged Vietnamese man was being beaten to death by a combat-crazy young recruit. Of course, reality told every adult in that theater that the horror of Kevin Dillon (his character's name was 'Bunny') beating this defenseless village moron to a bloody pulp (with the butt of his M-16) was a dramatization of perfect acting and special-effects. But to the small child (who was already scared to death and watching in disbelief), the entire nightmare was obviously a recording of the most terrible moment this little guy had ever seen (or could have ever imagined). But it suddenly became even worse than that, when the actor/soldier was finding release and entertainment in his butchery. "Did you see that, man? You've never seen f'n brains like that before, have you?!"

Absolutely the mesmerizing effects of the diabolically engineered trash that is injected into America's homes

Oliver Stone had indeed done his work--so well that the theater was filled with combat-fatigued adult viewers who were all on the edge of their chairs and wanting some relief. As the blood splattered, and the dying victim was being finished off in front of his weeping and pleading mother, Bunny's grinning narrative was actually getting some laughs from many in the audience. After the crescendo of that slaughter, the heartbroken and terrorized little boy looked up at his mom and dad (seated on either side of him) for some sort of perspective or reassurance. And it was precisely at that moment that both of his moronic young parents began laughing. The little boy had glistening tears running down his cheeks. And his parents were laughing hysterically. I said a prayer for the little boy, and left the theater. Because of that incident and other reasons of which many of my good readers are aware, I forever turned off the television in my own home, that which had often been running in front of my own three children. But most of my reading audience has been sitting faithfully in front of a similar sewer which has been spewing lies (and limitless filth) for many years - and with renewed vigor in the past four years in its tireless efforts at destroying our president and what is left of our limping nation. Some of you might now be asking, "How did we get from 'Platoon', in the theater, to our home television?" [Though I hope most of you are following more closely with me.] I am here tying the two together because it seems that most of you have allowed the television/streaming Internet to lull you into at least the lethargy which has allowed a half a dozen lying news/entertainment companies--in league with who knows whom--to very nearly snatch the presidency of this great nation away from its rightful recipient. I can say that with all candor and qualification, because I have thirty-five years of trance-less clarity from which I speak. As I have been avoiding the hypnotists who program the garbage that much of America has been consuming through their cables and satellite dishes for the past nearly four decades, I have seen the dulling effect that broadcast swamp has had on most of America and the world. I have tried, often, to bring this message to my readers in my several years of writing. And many commenters, around the world, have nodded their heads in bovine approval following my criticisms. But most of the light in windows of the houses on the streets of nighttime America are still droning a pulsating blue. And it is absolutely the mesmerizing effects of the diabolically engineered trash that is injected into America's homes - day after day, night after night--that has allowed a blithering, reprobate, pedophile, thieving idiot to appear to perhaps claim some right in plausibility of snatching the presidency of our nation away from the best leader we have had since Ronald Reagan. And that throbbing blue orb's poisonous effect has not been limited to the political arena. I have been "fellowshiping" for years with a national 'church' full of born again, "believing" Christians (who are indeed both) who know much more about their favorite tv programs than they do their own Bibles.

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"Because without America, there is no free world"

My home Journal, from where my stories all originate- 'Canada Free Press’--has a credo on its masthead which should be recognized and embraced by lovers of liberty around the world: "Because without America, there is no free world." And those words capture the very truth which has propelled the real devil into working overtime at destroying America. Since he knows that the organized church (Catholic, Protestant and sundry cults) has done pretty much everything it can to denude and obscure the true gospel of the Son of God, Jesus Christ, the biggest challenge facing him is to make sure that the groundswell of outspoken Christians is robbed of the liberty to openly proclaim the real good news of the real Jesus Christ. Indeed, the greatest evangelist has much the same motive as the greatest salesperson. Anyone who believes in the efficacy of his product will certainly be its best salesperson. And so it goes with Christians who want to share the goodness given to them, in every respect, from our soon-returning Lord Jesus. But when the American Constitution falls, the bright red devil will send the Christian back into prisons and catacombs--just as he has done in so many fallen societies since the resurrection. If you haven't noticed, all the big networks and major newspapers are proclaiming Biden the victor. They know they are free to do that because--as it was in the days of Hitler and the Third Reich--the press can tell the people whatever it wants to tell them. And anyone who takes issue with their newscasts or printings will be summarily crucified by a fearful mob of people who have believed whatever lies they have been told by the bigger voices. Today any opposition can be easily quashed by the views of just a desk-load of women on a daily, TV talkshow. The devil is taking the gloves off now, because he knows his time is short. Neither the crowds of TV-mesmerized people nor the big network liars any longer care if their stories can be corroborated, or if anyone is caught lying. The powers of darkness just want their lies on the street, so herds of stupid Americans can know which trends will keep them safe from their most feared terror (and the devil's greatest enforcer)--ridicule. And in the meantime, honest, Christian conservative Americans are most preoccupied in getting to work on time and simply paying the bills. The same devil who doesn't mind aborting a little baby or horrifying a kid with a movie is the same devil who is now trying to take down our president (DONALD J.TRUMP, who, quite singularly, wants to defend that little baby). And if people don't wake up in the very near future, both of those dark goals will certainly be achieved. The lies don't have to be real. The lies just have to look and sound real.

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Dave Merrick——

Dave Merrick, Davemerrick.us is an internationally known and published artist whose works reach into the greatest diversity of audiences. Known primarily for his astoundingly lifelike portraiture, Merrick’s drawings and paintings grace the walls of an impressive array of well-known corporate and private clientele. Many of his published wildlife pieces have become some of America’s most popular animal imagery.

He has more original work in the Pro-Rodeo Hall of Fame than any other artist. His wildlife and Southwestern-theme work is distributed internationally through Joan Cawley Galleries of Scottsdale AZ.


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