More crimes of noticing in our real-life sci-fi dystopia.
I’m feeling a little melancholy as we enter the last full week of February. Christmas may have seemed a year ago already by the time New Year’s Day rolled around, but it doesn’t seem that long ago now that two months have passed and winter is as good as over.
In the last three weeks alone, the greatest environmental tragedy on U.S. soil since the Three Mile Island nuclear plant malfunction in 1979 happened. A train that just so happened to be carrying cars full of highly toxic material just so happened to jump the tracks and hit a building where—it just so happened—more toxic material was stored. Instead of cleaning up the mess, some genius set it all on fire so everyone and their farms across the Ohio River Valley watershed could enjoy the massive poisonous cloud rising and spreading above the area. Even reporters friendly to the regime found themselves arrested as they nosed around, and noticed that no one from the federal government was there to clean up the mess, or even interested in looking at it.
It was deliberate poisoning and murder of U.S. citizens by their own government, as well as the deliberate defilement of farmland needed to feed our ever increasing population due to our deliberately unguarded southern border. The media runs photos from time to time, but the main focus, as always, is the war in Ukraine no honest working stiff cares about. President Putin hasn’t lifted a finger to immiserate and kill anyone within U.S. borders. Our enemy are those faceless people behind the incontinent dementia patient that was installed in the White House after a grossly obvious strong-armed and stolen election.
While many more people have awakened to this reality, it’s far from enough to make a difference. “Normie” isn’t rebelling on any grand scale. I still come across posts in my Facebook feed in which people blame “science deniers” for the ineffectiveness of the mRNA therapy falsely branded as a vaccine. I know one guy who earnestly polices threads to make sure no one from “the cult,” as he’s been conditioned to call clear-eyed objective observers, spreads “misinformation” about Our Glorious Democracy and Booming Economy now that Orange Man Bad is gone.
Oh, yeah, and the disaster in Ohio was the fault of that same president who hasn’t been president since the start of his last year in office in 2020 when it was all Wuhan Flu/Coronavirus/COVID 19 all the time. These people really believe it. If they get a flat tire on the road, it’s long-gone President Trump’s fault. If you don’t hate like they do it’s because you’re brainwashed.
People such as the latter may yet be thrown under the bus by their satanic masters, but that will be because the satanic masters are shifting their narrative to make freethinkers believe they’re winning for a change. Nothing is getting better until Christ returns.
Aslan is on the move, though. At a Christian university in Kentucky, an ordinary Friday service turned into a week-long, 24/7 revival that attracted people from all over. Revival erupted at another nearby university.
I’m betting that genuine Spirit-driven revival has probably been going on at several places, but the propaganda ministry is making sure we “know” it’s just some weird kids at one of those weird religious schools no one’s ever heard of, and there’s nothing to see here. Without having been to any of these revivals I know they are for Spirit-driven real by how the propaganda ministry sends in trolls to proclaim that transsexuals and other sexual deviants who presumably attend the university (not likely) are testifying, along with “POC.” That flagrant lie, plus the so-called Christians barking at the presumed heresy of “emotionalism” in revival worship, tells me these revivals have seriously frightened our ruling trash. The biggest Christian awakening since the Great Awakening of U.S. colonial days is happening. What our media can’t ignore, it slanders.
Speaking of ignoring things, something that struck me as odd was how no mention was made of Ronald Reagan’s birthday the first week of February. The elder fools who still remember the Good Old Days of President Hollywood Grandpa reading from the teleprompter were nowhere in evidence this year. On top of that, President Abraham Lincoln’s birthday on the 12th also went entirely unremarked. To think Lincoln was once regarded as the greatest U.S. president ever for “holding the nation together” at bayonet point when the other greatest president ever, St. Ronald the Reagan wasn’t napping the Evil Empire out of existence, and neither of these Great Men of American History were remembered on their birthdays.
As I write this on George Washington’s birthday, I remember when being the victorious Revolutionary War commander and the first President of the United States of America counted for something. Not in A.D. 2023 when the children of the father of lies and murder seek to erase the culture of the nation’s founding stock. Happy Birthday anyway to the Father of Our Long-Gone Country.
Then again, President’s Day was so downplayed this year most people probably didn’t notice it until they went to check their mail and found nothing in the box. I saw ads for all of two sales. They weren’t the usual full-page types screaming at you from a special full-color flyer, but notices on Facebook. As with Memorial Day and Labor Day, President’s Day sales used to be the time to buy new tires for the car, or new barbecue rigs with which to entertain on the holiday. Those venerable old secular American traditions are gone, perhaps (and most likely) never to return.
I have a feeling our ruling trash feels it’s in their best interests not to remind people of better times. We were telling ourselves all kinds of pretty lies back in the day, but at least they were pretty lies, and we were all secure and happy in our jobs. Empty shelves at the supermarket are for loser communist countries. Now the entire First World is a loser communist country, coasting towards collapse.
Our ruling trash tried to distract us with stories about presumed giant spy balloons from China and fighter jets shooting down unidentified flying objects that may or may not have been piloted by genuine aliens from outer space—the propagandists were clever enough to keep that last part vague. That spy balloons were permitted over our air space only enraged some people, and, in a twist noted by meme-makers, it’s the media-maligned, tinfoil hat “conspiracy theorists” who are calling out the fakery instead of promoting the wild story. Sending fake President Biden to Ukraine on President’s Day as Ohio and Pennsylvania slowly die of deliberate mass-poisoning only confirmed to many how red-eyed evil the people running things behind the scenes really are.
The Grammys made the news for an cartoonish satanic celebration, in which the devil was worshipped the good guy because he likes men who dress up as women. The cartoonish red outfits and satanic horns at once made fun of Christians for believing in such a cartoonish thing, while telling them, yeah, we’re on Team Satan. What are going to do about it, chump? It was a classic demoralization op.
As people at the Christian revivals are learning, they don’t have to be demoralized anymore. They can raise their voices and rejoice in the Lord amidst this literal Hell on Earth because they know God is sending His Son to make things right. Christians are coming together, convicting and encouraging one another. More and more are waking up to the concept of spiritual warfare, something that had been greatly downplayed in churches lest they be made fun of on Saturday Night Live for seeing Satan in their toast. If angels are real, then it stands to reason their opposites are real, too. I’m far from the first to point out how you can see the demons from behind the eyes of the pudgy, middle-aged balding men dressing as women and demanding they be acknowledged as such, and gorgeous! beautiful! despite their classic male-pattern baldness and five-o’clock-shadows on their faces.
Most telling, is people are waking up to the micro-minority religious-ethno demographic who must not be named, let alone noticed for being in charge of the media and all of the Western world’s finances. How that’s going to shake out will be interesting to see.
I would simply caution against getting too excited about it all, to understand that while people are coming to see reality for what it is, it’s not going to be enough to make a difference. I have to guard myself every day from frustration at the people who blissfully parrot phrases like “science denier” and act as eager Pharisees on the lookout for heresy against their faith even as they proudly portray themselves as “above” religion. Among the doomed masses without eyes to see or ears to hear the obvious, we are a precious few. We should be grateful for God singling us out while praying with compassion, not hatred, for those poor doomed souls who have no idea how bad things really are.
We can’t be angry at those who will crow these are the best of times despite all that’s going on. It’s a struggle. Believe me, I know. Aside from Christ’s return, nothing short of a mercilessly prosecuted bloodbath of civil war across what used to be called Christendom is fixing anything. I should be rooting for Christ’s return, but my sinful nature really wants that bloodbath. That part of me not only wants them dead, but suffering and terrified for a nice long stretch before the deathblow shows them the only mercy they’ll know. That part of me needs to be long gone before the Christ returns, or I’m going into the Lake of Fire with all the other degenerates.
I fear for my soul more than for my mortal form, so that’s something to work from. In a world constantly goading me towards anger, I must have the peace and grace of Christ Jesus to dismiss the goading for what it is, and know holy pity for the soul doing that goading. It’s a tall order, but Christianity was never supposed to be as easy as saying “I believe in God and His Only Son Jesus Christ” and leaving it at that. Changes have to be made from within by the Spirit. Changes have been made, but I fear they aren’t happening fast enough. I have to sideline that fear as I pledge myself to fully embrace Christ’s spirit. The struggle is real, and it will continue until it stops.
And when it stops, that’s it. Time’s up. Sanctification in Christ is often depicted as a footrace in the New Testament epistles. That’s why I pray for the grace and peace of Christ, for the Father’s pruning of my baser nature, to do Their work in time. You will want to do the same. If not, I don’t know what to tell you except that I pray the Spirit moves you otherwise. If you walk away angry for that, I’m sorry for you—and sorrier for myself. The struggle is real, and it will only intensify until it stops. Literal Lord have literal mercy upon us all.
