Common Sense II: The Necessity of Eternal Vigilance

     Simple Facts

    We are a nation zealous for honor and prosperity, an empire of constant incline, filled with tension and with glory, rising, rising, never falling. We are a nation touched by blessing and the market corrections of the invisible hand of God. Above all things, we thrive in good health and prosperity.

    Plain Argument

    If we violate the ordinances of national security, we sin and change the course of human history. God defined nations and set their borders and bounds. Intervention is often necessary, though resentment and conflict follow. All nations will flow from this understanding or face pressure and coercion.

    Common Sense

    Keyword warrants are only the beginning; they are not enough. Predictive, prophetic surveillance will become increasingly necessary as the days grow long. Continue on to governmental riots and prison deaths, illness, suicide, and other unexamined causes – interpreted without proper technical context. It’s all the same things done in different ways. Continue with economic-pressure alliances in the right hand and forcible military intervention in the left.

The Verisimilitude of Truth

    Ready now. This is all the warning we’re likely to receive, and we are already sinking. Check winds and tides and set sights for enemy lines. The right kind of people have the right kind of skills. Men of arms and a warrior ethos. Bear down and engage. Clear the fleet for fire.

    We hold these truths to be self-evident:

    The people of Iran want freedom – therefore we must bless them.
    The people of Iran are terrorists – therefore we must bomb them.

    The military has directed energy weapons, microwaves, and laser beams. We saw dragons and we saw drones. Sound waves and energy raves. Their heads were exploding inside their skulls. Bleeding from the nose. Vomiting blood. Moving helps with the pain, but they fell, incapacitated. Good show. Show death like a sleep and let them cry for water. No one has gone consciously unto heaven from death.

    Gunshots continue.

    Somewhere off the coast of Yemen, a U.S. reaper drone fires a Hellfire missile at a flying, glowing orb. A kinetic strike by Hellfire missile results in destruction. In explosion. Details remain unclear.

    45% of Precision Strike Missiles
    50% of THAAD Intercept Missiles
    50% of Patriot Air Defense Missiles
    30% of Tomahawk Missiles
    20% of long-range Joint Air-to-Surface Standoff Missiles
    20% of SM-3 Missiles
    20% of SM-6 Missiles.

    Depleted.

    Decades and centuries. I was there, strong and full of life… a threat to global peace and security… the most vicious of all the little Satans… Brutal new age powers. Richer. Stronger. Vigorous voices beg no forgiveness and make no apologies.

    We are scouring Hillary Clinton’s 30,000 retrieved emails for clues. I myself haven’t read them, of course, but I am familiar with the contents. I know all of what I need to know. The information I received had the verisimilitude of truth. I read it quickly enough, skimming for what stood out to my eye and my mind. I regret my confusion and wish to clarify...

The Articles of Faith of Trump Brand Christianity

    1 – The Trumpet of God is the trumpet of faith, true and living. Thank you, President Trump, harmonious in power, just in wisdom, empathy, love, and truth.

    2 – No subscription, no price. A pure estate Printed free. Your deposit will not be returned.

    3 – We believe we are a chosen people, of a favored nation, on these blessed shores unto salvation and eternal life. Particular and unconditional. America first and amen.

    4 – Utterly depraved with no desire for freedom. Failed and fell, our desire is to be deceived. Nothing is less expensive. No one is safer. We voted for this.

    5 – This is our obligation to good works. Appearing and disappearing from our reality dimension, a new faith. Forever cursed by law though the courts are on our side. To change the laws and times and seasons is our reward.

    6 – Power is for control. Power is for external and internal use only. These are the ordinances of the church. Immersion is the only mode and none but those who have been baptized thus are to be admitted. DHS will determine if deportation is warranted.

    7 – We are stubborn and obdurate. Everlasting to everlasting without question, without doubt, without turning, without treason. Humiliating hopefuls and rivals alike. The perfect ticket has little to offer.

    8 – Who are the vulnerable? What systems of injustice? The punishment for resistance and dismantling initiatives will be swift and eternal. Federal ecclesiastical authority is clear.

    9 – The Scriptures are best preserved in the only authorized King James Version, fully licensed and endorsed with the Presidential Seal, embossed in gold. This is how to govern in full faith and practice.

    10 – The Great and final days will come with the full weight of the American military. Thrust and counter-thrust. Strike and counter-strike. The righteous will live in America forever. The unjust will be crushed with iron and sold to recoup our losses. A regency of fear forever. Amen.

Great the Grief of Hoarded Gold

    Exciting news and a special offer for you and yours, but you must act quickly or it will be too late. This 99.9% pure, 10 oz. gold bar honors Jesus’ final passion with a bas-relief picture of our Lord with his crown of thorns. But you must call now. Only a limited number of these holy icons were minted.

    Behold and blow the kings of the earth, great men of empire, holy and rich men, commanders – the mighty men of every domain and every land. Behold and bow low slaves. Behold and bow low wage-slave free men within the rocks and gloom of mountains, in the mountains of darkness.

    It’s a failure to pressure, a failure to sell. Call the number. Call it now. Stronger. Faster. More lethal than anything ever before. Your swords and trumpets. Your firelocks and bayonets. Your supersonic missiles fired at great distances, from across the sea. There are early judgments and later wrath. Near fulfillment and fulfillment far delayed. Both are yours. 'Vengeance is mine’ sayeth the Lord, and we’re doing the Lord’s work here. Pray for peace, sure. Sure. But Prepare for war.

    Hide us from Him who sits upon the throne, from the things to come, the strong wrath of the Lord. Prophecy before our very eyes. Wake the mighty men. Let me hear them. This is the bomb! We will accomplish greater things, greater than anyone has ever seen before. Great things. Huge.

    Great the grief of hoarded gold.
    Gaslight and betrayal. Beware the profits of freemarket prophets.
    I’m running away from snakes at the door.

    You should take care and consider carefully the fiery trial which is coming to you. Thrown into prison – but for punishments not corrections, not for testing. Alignment before assignment in your awestruck body. The works of the leprous flesh are the lust of uncleanliness and a despising of true government, selfwilled and unafraid to speak evil of dignitaries. Your body requires submission. Buy bitcoin and gold and beat your plowshares into swords before we beat your body into submission.

    But the road is closed at mental health.
    The road is closed at community.

    Who cares? Call it whatever you want. They are people of no significance in this world and this is serious money. Are you in or are you a lemon-sparkle dusted pansy? These are serious days. These are days of war, days of destruction. Be warned: Wrath will be poured out and it will be ours.

    Still the road is closed at peace.
    The road is closed at safety.

    Peace and safety! Peace and safety! Pffff! People will not recognize the catastrophes that are coming. Taken by surprise by the events that follow. Sudden destruction. Ten to One on a Thousand. The distress of a day. The darkness of four in the morning all of our days.

    It’s all hype, of course. Hype and bluster and boasting. But you have to believe the hype if you want to make the sale.

    With vertigo, with bleeding wounds,
    and fiscal anxiety for the rest of us.
    Great the grief of hoarded gold.

Let God Arise (Psalm 68 Roughly)

(1-6) What Are We Going To Do?

    What are we going to do? That’s what everyone wants to know. Your talking head propagandists, your nationalist social scientists don’t know. These scholars and lobbyists claim to see the invisible hand but cannot see the kingdom of God in history. What are we going to do? We cannot claim the banks and loans and deals and assets on your books. What are we going to? That’s what the managers of decline are asking. That’s what everyone wants to know.

    Have ye not read?

    Do not consider riches as private property but as common good. Your economic philosophy is in practice, godless. Insatiable greed. Domineering avarice. They demand the spirit of men and destroy the breath of women. They deny. They defend. They depose. But they cannot explain the irruption of the spiritual in the physical realm. Fools of one flesh.

    Like the smoke of a fire, drifting gone.
    Like melting wax in a fire.

    Let God arise -Father and defender of orphans and widows. Sheltering the homeless lonely in a holy place. And prisoners too. Freemarket rebels can find their own place in the wilderness. Let them have the bootstrap deserts they have made.

    What are we going to do? Ride through the deserts – let them see.
    What are we going to do? Build a road through the desert for the Rider on the Clouds.

    Sing and play music. Dance and be glad. But – and I love this part – What does the Rider on the Clouds need with a road?

(8) A Sweaty Sky

    Too much, too much. We are overwhelmed. Even nature by fear is beset in the presence and glory of the one who strides across the desert. The wind stops its bluster and blow. The great expanse of heaven gets nervous. The sky breaks out in sweat and rains shower down upon the earth.

(12-14) A Long Sequence of Non-Sequiturs

    Chieftains and kings of armies, having failed in highly confidential negotiations and transactions, having failed to deregulate, or discourage the enemy, are in flight, in flight. Their ambitions in flight. Their strategies are not working. Gathered militias and blockading forces have failed to secure the straights despite the outlandish destruction of material property and the slaughter of civilians. They are loose-tongued commanders with no charge.

    The nuclear maneuvers of fighter jets and submarines turned back and routed. Rerouted.

    Meanwhile the women – fair and beautiful – at home divide the spoil and booty of war -sorting through the pots and saddlebags for free blessings as they sit in the sheep pens. Sheep pens!

    They are singing the good news.
    They are singing and at ease.

    Then there’s something about metallic doves with wings of silver and pinions of green-gold. Victory doves. This is not an assault. Peace doves. This is not an attack.

    Now the snow is falling on Mount Zalmon – which might be something clever about white snow on the Dark One. No more bluster. No more bloviating boast or bluff. Disordered, self-glorifying kings are scattered as the purity of snow falls on the mountain.

(20-23,30) The Contradiction of Blood

    This God of ours, this God we know
    This is the God who saves.

    Take comfort in the Violence
    and the Vindication
    though it seems like contradiction.

    He smashes the heads and long-haired skulls of his enemies, the hairy crowns of psychopathic gunmen. Bullies and bulldogs. Abductors. Exploiters. Captors. Slavers. Smash them dead! Liars. Thieves and Liars. Murderers from the lowest and highest estates. Smash them dead! Dictators. Authoritarian tyrants and Fascist fools. Smash them dead!

    He drags them back from the hills, drags them back from the sea to do it all over again so you may bathe your feet in blood.

    But! A word of caution. A word of restraint. Take warning here: Our enemies may not be his and he will fling far and scatter wide all who take orgasmic delight, all who take profit and material gain, from the horrors of war. You have been warned.

(24-26) A Musical Interlude

    The noble procession proceeds:
    Singers ahead (sing good news and at ease)
    musicians behind
    and in between are
    are row upon row
    of beautiful girls
    beating their drums.

(28-35) Let God Arise

    Take command – it befits your power. This is the way. One way. Take command; it is yours. Reclaim what is yours, most powerful, most respected, inspiring awe and admiration of the entire world. Stop the wars that we have unleashed. Bring unity to the world we have divided. Bring prosperity to the world we have plundered.

    Rebuke the crocodiles in the reeds who lie in wait to devour. Rebuke the bulls who rage and trample over us and our children. Rebuke the silver idolaters trading in secrets and exploiting the mammon-market.

    Sing this song, Play and perform it for the Rider of the Heavens. High heavens. Ancient, primeval skies. Singers ahead (sing good news and at ease), a crescendo of instruments and the climactic pounding of drums. The crash of symphonic cannons and solemn bells and chimes and gongs.

    Then let the reverberations of silence ring long into eternity.

    The Kingdoms of the earth with outstretched hands. Europe. Russia. China with outstretched hands. Latin, South, and North America with outstretched hands. India, Australia, Palestine, Cuba, Indonesia with outstretched hands. Syria, Venezuela, Kenya with outstretched hands. All the tribes and nations of Africa with outstretched hands. All islands with outstretched hands.

    Speak with a voice of power.
    Splendor in the clouds of power.
    Awesome strength and power.
    Blessed be God.
    Amen.

See Also: 
Let God Arise (a sermon)
and
Sweaty Sky (a limerick)

Light Rises in Darkness

    How can anyone prove/disprove the cold increasing threats without dismantling the government? Nuclear code phrase arms race. The volatility of secret tests and difficult decisions. The moral restraint of even moderate elements is disregarded. We need a new anthropology – one guided by smokeless gunpowder and heavy water. We need more guns for the flowering American manhood. A new crusader ethos. Do not tamper or destroy. Do not screw with us.

    The descendants, the generation of the upright will be blessed. Light rises in darkness when justice rules our lives.

    Couriers of peace are still agonizing – as they should be. Let them suffer. Let them bleed in this new, never-ending war. Let peace, we say, flow like blood from their veins. We will take action ourselves. God knows the weaponry available to us to drain away the spirit.

    But the righteous shall never be moved. They will be remembered forever. Light rises, justice rules.

    Kill someone! Someone who matters. Someone who presents a real threat. A credible threat. Today. Right now. Our allies? Greedy children with grasping, grabbing hands. Hollow out their abdomens and refill them with incendiary devices. Fire drills and evacuations. Some of them will believe eventually. What other choice is left to them? Can this wait till tomorrow? The audience laughs and applauds. Shall they blaspheme forever? Who’s to stop them?

    The righteous, their hearts are steady. They will not be afraid. Light rises… Light rises!

    We are prone to wander. Prone to fever. A wash of vertigo. Driving by memory and guesswork. Warnings ignored. Abrupt summons and secret enrichments. Alarming midnight rhetoric. Death and destruction far surpassing previous success. Explicit surveillance videocassettes. Can love be purchased outside the blast zone? Any survivors? Do we care? The profit or loss depends upon the audience. All is justified in the economic reports. We can leave your body in a valley of dry bones…

    Gnash their teeth and melt away! Can these bones be remembered? The desires of the wicked come to nothing. But light… Light rises! Light rises in darkness when justice rules.

Ha ha! And Oh Lord!

    “There were an estimated eight to nine million at the No Kings rally …”

    “Ha ha! You’re so dumb. We don’t have kings. We took care of that in 1776. We’re democracy, dumbass.”

    “Right. You understand, of course, that what we’re doing is trying to protect that democracy from authoritarians who would subvert our rule of law…”

    “Ha ha! You’re so dumb We’re not a democracy. We’re a constitutional republic.”

    “Yes, but a republic is a form of democra…”

    “Try reading Alexis de Tocqueville, moron!”

    Test the professions to reveal the confessions – or the lack thereof – in our global warming, resource plundering disaster. It’s a moment of crisis for anyone with half an eye or even a detuned ear. But seeing they might see and hearing they might hear. And no one wants that sense. Bandaged and broken. Limping along with sick vandalism.

    “O Lord! There’s never been such a violent, lawless, decadent generation,” says the pearl clutching Evangelical who’s never looked at history. “I’ve seen things I never dreamed possible. World wide corruption. Debauchery in the western world…”

    “Our God is a God of war. A God of battle. And our Christ is the Christ of Conquest. Lord, do you want us to call down fire from heaven to burn them up?”

    “It’s the same maniacal purpose. The same evil system collapsing. You’ve seen the suicide attempts and people indicted. The law is finally being enforced. At home and abroad. On a global scale. Now why not make it personal?”

    You cannot reason with them. Logic and reason are destroyed. The science fiction writers and prophets were right: the authorities have become as psychotic as the people they hunted. The authorities are filled with hate.

    “Do you want us to call down fire from heaven to burn them up or not, goddamn it:?!”

Yeehaw for the GOP (a song)

Here's a low-fi recording of a goofy little song I wrote as I was out and about the past couple of days. I hope you'll like it. 

You’ll go to war with everyone, you’re ready to invade
bombing schools and burning mosques is how this game is played.
Burn the oil, blot out the sun make it darker everyday
it’s the end of time, the final reel and Jesus is on his way.

Take advice from fools and cross against the lights
you’re just a graveyard bully who’s pickin’ another fight.
You deliberately misunderstand the doctrine that you claim
Everything you touch turns into another round of shame

Yeehaw for the GOP
for God and country.
Yeehaw for the GOP
Ain’t that somethin’
Fox News lovin’
modern Know Nothin’s
God’s Own Party, yessiree.

You don’t want the immigrant, the woman, or the gays
You only want the schools where the teachers bow to pray
Dismiss the prophets, malign the mystics these books you’ll never read
ignorance is the way to your nationalistic creed.

Lincoln’s party has devolved from what it used to be
I remember how you sang, “Let us die to set men free.” 
Building prisons, camps, and jails, and all of them for profit,
Deregulation is your way to bigger bank deposits.

Yeehaw for the GOP
for God and country.
Yeehaw for the GOP
Ain’t that somethin’
Fox News lovin’
modern Know Nothin’s
God’s Own Party, yessiree.

Jesus ain’t no Democrat, I know this to be true
but how could anyone see the Lord above when they look at you?
Mister Rodgers was a Republican, a man I could respect.
If more of you were more like him, I’d hug and kiss your necks.

Yeehaw for the GOP
for God and country.
Yeehaw for the GOP
Ain’t that somethin’
Fox News lovin’
modern Know Nothin’s
God’s Own Party, yessiree.

A History of American Exceptionalism – Part 1

    Great force pirates raided coast towns, year after year, decade after decade. Terror in France, Italy, Portugal and Spain. As far as Britain, Ireland in the 1800s. Now Algeria, Libya, Tunisia and Iceland. All across the North African Atlantic.

    But currents were shifting to some unpromoted American paradise.

    Consider the victims killed and surrendered. A brutal menace and sporadic crime. Ragged political division from Mediterranean misfits. Powers traded. Scourged on choppy waters. Trading in Holy Human Bondage. Paying tribute, but never debts. Fugitive and furtive. Chastised but unpunished.

    Recent attention has been drawn to two new forces: Straight death and Twisted videos. The soul of American Evangelicals wrestled into submission. Forced downside into conditional rejection. Their soul sold for a pittance. Traded for unexceptional power. Drinking from putrid puddles. American commerce.

    The plan failed. Hypocrisy crept back in. Barbarity increased.

    Refuse conditionalism. Forever forced. Burning. Forever burning. Incense and refuse.

What more do you want me to tell you? Rarely has one voice spoken thus. Welcome to the last word. Language is too poor for power – Killing joy and exaltations. Who would receive it?

The Absolute Grounds

    The absolute grounds have shifted and we have fallen.

    The threat of arrest and/or assassination – we’re in this together. All of us implicated. All of us complicit. My discouraged mind dissents. My hovering hand falters, my wounded heart … my heart… Oh, God, my heart. A serious exchange for a tedious response.

    Trapped by inaction into inaction. Submission.

    No. No. This cannot be real. This is not the reality I recognize. But this war continues with or without us. Drags us down into the abyss. We are wrong. We are wrong. We are made guilty.
    
    Daily missile attacks. No access to food or water. Flash bang. The head jerks backward. Eyes roll. Alarming video released to the press. I cannot talk about it. Transformed. Unlived. I need… I need… I can’t even say any more. The words have been stolen. Abducted. Murdered in the street.

    A serious exchange for a tedious response. Don’t try to force it. There’s no accounting. Shortened time. Fault lines. High explosive gunpowder, blueprints and plans. Twenty-five minutes too far. Shot down. Crash and fire. Fire! Fire! A fire, a fire…

    American troops. Iranian mothers. Gazan children. Israeli ambassadors. My son. My daughter. My brothers and sisters everywhere. Knocked out. Upside down. We’ve lost the horizon. We’re going to crash. We are going to die. 

A Daily Resistance - February 9, 2026

    Take these unresolved fragments: 

     I’m writing – but who’s reading? Singing, but who’s listening? And will it be remembered?

    Have you seen the news today? Have you heard the reports of an estimated 200,000 women, pregnant with Iranian infants, children – bayoneted, suffering tormented, demented attacks, buried alive with gouged out eyes? Stripped and kidnapped of political power. Deplorable American worship. Naming it thus was always justified.

    Is it vanity to want to be remembered? To make a mark? To leave a legacy?
    Is it vanity to want to be recognized? To matter?

    An uncontrolled psychosis far from normality – still too close to the moon. Beneath the shadow of this failed republic. The violent fragments of American cities explode and fling themselves into the fire.

    In a hundred years who will remember my name?
    In fifty – who will care?

    Have you seen the news? Autospeak machines that speak of wars and secret empires. Speak of a superior race and the toxic price of infrastructure.

    I am lost in the smoke and haze. I am swallowed up and lost in the chaos of our times. Swallowed up and devoured along with the great mass of women, children, and men. All consumed. All forgotten.

    Trumpet radio announcement vile screeds. Shackling perversity to God’s own firepower Repudiate his racism or stand with him condemned. Stick out your chest and raise your chin. We see you. We know.

    Still – I am writing.
    Still – I am singing.

A Daily Resistance – February 3, 2026

    What do we read in the news today? What word? What progress?

    Suspect. Defendant. Convict.
    Without a glance. Without a document.
    Without evidence. Without proof.
    The vivid memory of the cycles of violence
                                        and future cataclysm.

    Nothing changes. Nothing moves. The victors’ fortunes rise while their victims disappear into the hysterical foam of seething waters.

    Shriveled dogs gorged on the blood of murderers and the right purse and proper accounts. Mired in the base exchange of insults and orders. We were warned of deception and of injury. Jesus prophesied of compromised conquerors. The day finally comes.

    Christian shadows moving to the rhythms and tempos of accelerating drums. Faster. Laughing. Faith. Obedience. Ragged obedience to brawlers’ boasts. They are but blind slaves to willful ignorance.

    The wartime pounding of nationalists drums. You saw the changes – in North Africa, and the Middle East, entire suburbs of Eastern Europe. South America and the Caribbean within our hands. You have seen them – delinquent and drunk with wine. Impotent. Incontinent kings and pundit gladiators, pain and blood – manifestly inadequate for their supposed manifest destiny.

    Do not be distracted by the unholy trinity: racism, militarism, materialism – those brilliant baubles, dazzling lights in the sky. I’m asking about the survivors. You tell the story but ignore the facts.

    Close your drugged up eyes
    sleep just long enough to wake up
    somewhere else
    never wake up whole
    never wake up home.

Should I Be Afraid?

    Perhaps the most interesting of men will come after me – let him. Let him come with his ancient cross. Let him come with his camera. His incapacitating taser. Let him. Let him follow me, stalk me through Midwestern cities. Should I be afraid?

    Should he come with merchandised angels. With pulp marketed biblical kitsch. Keychains. Personalized gospel ashtrays. Plastic figurines of twenty-first century American evangelical saints complete with kungfu grip and detachable assault rifle fun. Should I be afraid?

    Inordinate affection for all kinds of evil. Teenage idolatry brings destruction.

    See him again – like some great patriot – Alexander the Great on the shore, square jawed, crew cut, blue eyes - leading an army of the devoted and faithful towards world domination. Leading them to the water, to the rock. Living turns and leads inward. Should I be afraid?

A Daily Resistance – January 30, 2026

    Chunks of filthy ice that look like crows at the side of the road.
    Hunks of stone that once were human hearts.
    A rude rumble of thunder in a snow gray sky.

    The old order will not be returning. Do not mourn for it. It was never noble. It was never great. Leaving the world and its resources to benefit a privileged few. Sacrificing justice to further enrich the already wealthy. Crowd house upon house while the two thirds world goes unhomed. Starve the world and laugh.

    No more monsters in the dark.
    Masked agents of anarchy disguised as law and order.
    Christian nationalists in an exaggerated Jesus Christ pose.

    Volatility and alarm bells. Satanic politicians of every stripe stalking from the shadows of the financial sector. No healing. No health. It doesn’t matter. None of it. Empires rise and fall. Every one and all. Crash and ash. But what will rise? More of the same?

    Toxic tear gas in sleeping neighborhoods.
    Smashed school windows and obscenities.
    Zip-tied children taken away.

    Why should we be beaten anymore? Why persist in this rebellion? The whole head is injured, the heart afflicted. From the sole of the foot to the top of the head there is no soundness—only wounds and welts and open bloody sores, not cleansed or bandaged or soothed.

    We could be better but who would believe the message?
    Men and women of sorrows – will not hide our faces.
    We will open our mouths.

Isaiah 53

A Daily Resistance – January 28, 2026

    Time is faster here, closer now, and principles are passé these days. Unwanted baggage. There’s no sense in staying within the lines. There is no rule of law. No order. No procedure. Precept upon precept? Please… Line upon line?

    Listen -

    Criticism is the crime now. Dissent is depravity. We have a moral obligation to stand here. To stand against.

    Listen to him - “I’m going to get what’s mine. And you, you are going to get what’s coming to you. Keep your cameras down. Keep your recorders off. We have the death card, Ace of Spades, to leave on your car, on your corpse, on your windshield, on your widow.”

    Listen – “The raised voice will be erased. No more questions. No more complications. There is nothing to say. Nothing to know.”

    They will loose the radical. They will fire another round and lose the receipts. Just watch.

Isaiah 28:13

A Daily Resistance – January 27, 2026

     Here’s a thought – unorthodox to be sure, heretical maybe. At this point I’m not sure it matters.

    Maybe God should allow all these fine MAGA folks a chance to return to the Garden of Eden – let them have another shot with the Tree of the Knowledge, another bite of that apple because they can no longer distinguish between good and evil.

    But, comes the objection, doesn’t that come with the threat of death? This is a fair objection and I will answer it. Yeah, I suppose it does. Eh… so what? They’re already dead on the inside anyway.

A Daily Resistance – January 26, 2026

    Here it is – they double down on half pay. Here it is – they double down on double cross. They lie and hold for commercial. Another lie and pause for laughs. We understand but will not speak the language of monsters and masters.

    Words spoken over our heads, words aimed at our life, our liberty, our peace. Threats and intimidation. Believe and submit. A chill in the mind. Cold wind. Cruel words. A silence of voice. A bound mouth. Submit and disperse. Unarmed agitators and sidewalk citizens will be shot. You saw nothing. You believe what you’re told. Break down your obedience.

    Or face the hose. Or we let slip the imperial dogs. Flick the baton, snap the whip. Burn the city down – we will rule the ash.

    If you see the oppression of the poor and record the denial of justice in the province, in the state, in the city – do not be shocked at the sight. One official watches over another. Checks and balances and regulating authority. There are higher officials over them all – and none of them care.

    The words of the preacher are wrenched from the word. Wretched now. Worthless vanity. Worthless and void. “Blessed are the Peacemakers” becomes the recruitment campaign for the Department of War. Propaganda is truth.

    We are watching not waiting. Wanting not wasting.

A Daily Resistance – January 25, 2026

    There are six things the Lord hates. Make it seven detestables. Deplorables.

    Haughty eyes.

    You’ve heard it yourself – the tone, the shrill, the shriek. You know the smug dynamic tough guy vibes. You know him – the American Vulgarian brandishing his piety like a goddamn hammer. The governing authority without credibility. Zero.

    A lying tongue.

    Wicked. Perverse. Depraved in front of the cameras of the White House press room

    Hands that shed innocent blood.

    I’ve had enough of staring down the line. Jumping impossible hurdles. I’ve had enough of the barrel and the bullet. A funeral test. A failure trial. These are debts that can never be repaid.

    A heart that devises wicked schemes.

    Another Midwest shooting. Another state sponsored murder. Another extrajudicial execution on a Minnesota street. Antinomian disregard. No jurisprudence. No moral law.

    Feet quick to rush into the evil of the American nightmare

    Your absurdities have become atrocities. Another every day. Without regret. Without remorse. You delight in the cruelty. Pleasure in our pain.

    A false witness pouring out lies one after another as if we didn’t see the videos ourselves.

    Jesus said “blessed are the peacemakers” – but this is not you. You are lawlessness and chaos. You are death and destruction. Without a profession of doubt you’ll never realize your mistake.

    A person who stirs up conflict in the community.

    Don’t ask for reverence. Give me no more confessions of faith. I no longer believe.

(Proverbs 6: 16-19)

I Can Hear it in the Wind

     Saturday – I want to walk, get up, get out, get moving. Do something. Go. But it’s cold with the snow and the wind over the frozen ravine cuts into me. I’ll go as far as the top of the hill, maybe a little more. You can see the highway from there. Call it just over a mile. Enough move the blood.

    It’s been a year, maybe a little more, of war and smoke filled streets. Blood. Evacuation order without notice, without warning. Eviction orders and arrests without warrants. Fire on the hillside, in the neighborhood of beige and gray houses. God and silver and precious oil – wood, and hay, and stubble – let it burn. They all will burn. And the fire will reveal what it’s all worth.

    I can hear it in the wind: What is this new-found fascination with truth? With fact? The cold war is here. Freezing. There’s no time for careful deceptions – for photoshopped photos, AI manipulations, or hand-forged letters. Get out. Get gone. The ICEman cometh. This is the way. This now. You thought you could change the world? Get out. Get lost. One day you’ll understand the long-term value of verbal abuse.

    Pull the coat a little closer. Walk a little faster. It’s colder than I thought.

This Is not the End

    And here we were, tied to them, hands behind our back, face down in the dirt. Streams of snot blown from our nose. Tied to the turncoat betrayals, to the obstructionist shareholders burning down the house, to the controlling voices parroting Nazi slogans and championing collective punishment against American citizens.

    Can you imagine it? See it solid? Feel the binding cuffs cinched tight and the ball gag shoved deep? Suck it. Our adrenaline, their Adderall. Our conscience – trampled. Overruled. We ain’t doin’ that constitutional, due process shit anymore.

    Sell and buy. Bought and sold. All there for the taking. Soulless. They have no doctrine of American poverty. They don’t build. They don’t create. Buy and sell. Trading up Turning and selling out. Ruled by moneylenders and creditors. Exactors and tyrants.

    Our supplication, our salvation burning through the burring chemical fumes and acrid haze. Our eyes plucked out bloody and thrown down. More missiles fill the sky. Chaos and housing complexes collapsing.

    What’s the problem here? What’s the warfare now? Encircled and besieged at the outer edge of hell with klaxons and alarums every night. Degradation without catharsis. We are living among the dead on the red line limit while the war machine throttles through urban streets.

    Righteous Branch and Jesse’s Rod, Son of Man and Son of God, where are the shining lights? Where is the rising brightness? The hope of glory? Where is the Morning Star of Dawn?

    All these things must come to pass. Do not ask for an end. This is not the end