Note on recent deletion of links

I have just delete two links on my site because I cannot in good conscience direct visitors there.

I deleted Alex Jones’s sites, “Prison Planet” and “Infowars.com”.  I have recently run across comments and stories associated with these sites that I have found unconscienably anti-Semetic and hateful.  I honestly don’t much care to see any evidentiary supports anyone would give to lend these accusations any semblence of validity.

I am grateful to Mr. Jones for alerting me to the troubles ailing our nation, but I think he’s stepped way too far beyond the bounds of civil discourse.  It is one thing to disagree with specific policies of the state of Israel.  It is quite another to support ideas and views that would bring about its demise.

I pray he will step back from the course he’s on.  As a Christian, he must know better.

In Genesis 12:3, God said this to Jacob:

“I will bless those who bless you,
and whoever curses you I will curse;
and all peoples on earth will be blessed through you.”

That should be clear enough for anyone who has the eyes to see.

Comment and exhortation

This is my first post in a really long while.  Time and events are moving at a such a pace that should I have commented on them as they happened, I would have gone slightly, if not entirely, mad.

I think we are seeing just how far the rabitt hole goes, as Morpheus said in the Matrix, but I submit we are not even close to the ground floor.  There’s some distance more to go.

I’m not just talking about this healthcare fiasco, nor about the waning power of our country.  I’m talking about the rapid stampede of the End Times into reality.  What was once just abstract images on the pages of our Good Book are now unfolding into frightening reality.

Truly.  What good is winning the political battles if you’ve done irreparable damages to your soul?  The Presidency of Barack Obama and the spidery webs of the Bildebergs will pass away as everything in this world must.  But your soul?  That will go on forever, even after the last sun in the firmament extinguishes in the cold dither of space.

If you think this is a call to repentance and salvation, you are right.  I urge whoever is reading this, as I urge myself, to straighten up and fly right.

The time to advance in His Kingdom is in the day.  Night is almost here.

Reflections on a crazy world

Yesterday before leaving the house, I saw a cluster of squirrels running in frenzied circles in the middle of the street.  It so happens that my little insignificant corner of the neighborhood tends to be a local hub for animals.  Not least among the various animals that pay us visits are hyperactive squirrels, but I rarely see them congregating in the middle of the street. Why?

My eyes soon settled on the reason. He was unmoving. His paws were upturned and his legs splayed in the air, more inert than relaxed. That’s when I realized that the pack of squirrels running around the street were running around in circles around their fallen friend. They squawked or screamed or uttered whatever it is that squirrels utter when a car passed by. Most drivers carefully navigated the road and wheeled around the dead squirrel. Other more unscrupulous drivers barreled down the two lane road like an undeterred NASCAR (for some reason people like to treat the road in front of my home as though it were a racetrack).

I don’t know what killed the poor squirrel. It didn’t look flattened like the way most animals look after their first and sometimes final encounter with a moving vehicle. It just looked dead.

The entire affair appeared curious to me. What drew my attention was not the fact that something had killed a squirrel but how his compadres reacted to his death. Perhaps I’m anthropomorphizing creatures that are little more than large rodents, but there seemed genuine grief among them and perhaps even anger. The way they guarded the body; the way the kept watch on the side of the road; how one of them perched himself atop a split rail fence nearby… Their behavior seemed very unusual for what I figured to be a cute but dumb creature.

All this got me thinking about the crazy world we live in and mortality itself. That same morning my friend told me that Iran is conducting the full mobilization of their military and aiming all their SAS missiles and on oil sites in the Mideast, while Russia was simultaneously ordering NATO to stop their acts of aggression in the Caucuses (We are having wargames with Georgia at the moment.). I also thought of how Israel as publicly stated that it will not countenance a nuclear Iran and that force will be applied if necessary.

We seem to be on the cusp of the Magog War foretold in our Bible. The news outlets are conducting infantile game shows and quizzes in what is becoming more and more like a Howard Beale variety show. I would not be terribly surprised if they start bringing on the panel Madame Gisele the psychic complete with her crystal ball.

How odd that apocalpyse is creeping up on us with such banality? It seems that not many people are the wiser…

Last thought of the day

A fell wind gusts across Los Angeles tonight.  It has been sweeping the city since the early hours of the morning and now it’s roaring outside my home like a hungry lion searching for whom it can devour.  

My hammock was overturned.  The gate was shouldered open.  The house creaked, snickered and groaned and somewhere outside the small paneled window near the doorway to the front lawn, there is a twig scratching against the glass.  

The three storied tree branching above my home produces little berries of some kind.  Normally, they are a nuisance if they splat on your car and spray your driveway like the aftermath of a paintball machine gun.  Now, they are like hard pellets pelting the house.  The wind sends them flying diagonally from their perch and they punctuate the night like random exclamations.

Listening to it now as I’m writing this, it sounds as though I’m flying 2,000 feet in the air without the screech of a 747 turbine engine.  Lots of turbulence, and it’s a drag.

Good night.

Rain in SoCal

It’s been a rainy morning.  And unusually cold.

Today was trash day, and I discovered that I hadn’t rolled out the trash bin night to the curb when it was cold but dry.  I donned by fedora, coat and shoes and charged out into the downpour.  I didn’t fully realize how cold it was outside or else perhaps I would have changed into something more suitable rather than a pair a shorts.

The trash bin was located in my backyard and it happened to be mostly flooded.  My patio which sinks beneath the ground level by about five to six inches was almost filled the brim.  The trash bin layed just beyond the newly made swimming pool in my backyard and the trash truck could be marching down the street at any moment.

After some flexible maneuvering, I skirted my way to the bin without doggie paddling across my patio.  I basically hung to the side of the patio where the water didn’t quite crest over the lip.  The next part in this adventure, however, was more challenging.  How to get the bin from the far side of the patio to the other side.

Instead of pulling out the canoe I didn’t have, I decided to float the bin over the water and try to guide it through those trecherous waters as I hang on to the patio ledge.

Well, it worked.

… pouring rain in Southern California… What’s next?  Snow?