Rabbit Holes

 

On any given morning, while I am walking the dog, we see 5 or 6 little brown bunnies with white fluffy tails out in the field, frolicking around. These are not the kind of rabbit holes I will be talking about.

(side note: As I was driving home from the store the other day, I had to stop the car. A turtle was crossing the road! He was walking very slow and then stopped in the middle of the street, right in front of my car. He slowly turned his head to look at me. Then he turned his head back and continued until he got to the other side. It was so cute and ironic. I have never seen a wild turtle in my life before that. But, I digress.)

Almost every day, it will be sun-shining and beautiful. But, when I look up, I can see the planes going by, leaving long white trails behind them. If it seems especially heavy, I know there will be a major storm in the evening. It has become a pattern. When I bring the dog back into house, I tell my husband that a storm is coming. Then it will be horribly hot and humid for the rest of the day. Sure enough, in the evening, the sky will be filled with thick black clouds and the lightning will start.

The storms are unnatural. Not just because I know they are caused by outside forces. The lightning is weird. It is like strobe lights going off above the clouds and most times there isn't any thunder. It is malevolent. This happens almost nightly. Roughly, every fifth storm is really bad. Wind and thunder and huge hailstorms. About a month ago, the storm was so bad that it washed out a massive chunk of I-70 going east, right past the exit to Chapman. I mean, there is a CRATER there now with jagged edges of what use to be the highway hanging on both sides. They've had to divert the traffic to the west bound lanes in order to get to Junction City.

I figured that someone has to be behind it. I wondered who, so I began doing some research. Well, I hit the mother load. Unfortunately it will take several blog posts to unpack it all. I won't be able to post more about it today because there is a heat advisory. It is possibly going to get into the triple digits and I have to try to get some things done before it gets too hot. Oh – and there is the possibility of – you guessed it – thunderstorms.

To Be Continued

Picking Your Battles

 

(I interrupt the ongoing downfall of Western Society to bring you a brief comic interlude. Enjoy)

Since everyone I work with works from home, my manager put up a chat box that we can talk about whatever – sort-of a replacement for regular office chit-chat.

Most of the stuff that is discussed in our little chat are things I have absolutely no interest in – if not 100% of the opposite opinion.

My co-workers talk about crime series they are binge watching, sports, food etc. One conversation was concerning how everyone took advantage of ordering their free at home covid tests delivered to their door. I would have liked to comment on some of these subjects, but I know it would start a fairly major shit-storm, so most of the time my input is on the work related topics only. That is, until yesterday.

There is one girl who starts most of the discussions. (Now, mind you, I really like this girl. She knows everything about the job and has been very helpful to me since I have been working there.) But, I am usually diametrically opposed to almost everything she is has to say. So late in the afternoon yesterday, she decided to talk about the car that was ahead of her in the burger king drive through.

“You know those half trucks from the sixties? I don't remember what they are called. Well, this one was loud and belching smoke. They have always been so ugly – I hate them.” she typed into chat. A couple people agreed with her as per usual. She went on for a bit and then finally posted a picture.

“El Camino” I responded.

“yes!” she typed back. Then she went on and on some more about how much they sucked. Here was my chance.

“I love them. My husband had one when I first met him.” I said with a little smile emoji.

Four other people clicked on and said they liked them too. Ha – that was the end of THAT conversation. It's the little victories you have to appreciate.

Enjoy your Saturday.

Ultra Pride

 

I think that says it all. Have a good Friday!
 

The Squeeze is On

I usually go into town twice a week for groceries. I have spent the last couple months stocking up as best I can on fifteen dollars an hour. An extra bag of dog food here, a case of water there, a few more cans of whatever. We have several months of food stockpiled, but we are already starting to feel the squeeze. We have had to dip into the supplies sooner than I thought.

Gas is literally going up a nickle a day here. Some readers may not know that my husband is very ill. He said that the Lord told him that he has two more years. (That is great news!) I whipped out the calculator. “At present rate of inflation, gas should be $36 dollars a gallon by then.” I told him.

My husband got fifty dollars for his birthday. He expressly told me that it is his ice cream money. LOL.I think the ice cream is what is keeping him going. The day he doesn't want ice cream, you know the end is near. He doesn't know that I've already started to ration him. It looks like the same big ol' bowl of ice cream, but sculpted in such a way, that it is possibly a whole scoop less. So far, he hasn't caught on. Just to stretch it out a little longer. We both know the day is on the horizon, where we just won't be able to buy it anymore.

Yet, I'm not actually worried. Back in 2009, at the beginning of this blog, the Lord had called me to quit my job at the height of the recession and go out on the road in my van, to learn to trust Him. My parents were horrified. I remember telling my dad that I could be sitting at a picnic table and some little girl could come up and give me an orange and that was how the Lord was going to provide for me.

The first day on the road, as I was walking on the beach by the ocean, an ORANGE literally, floated up on a wave and landed at my feet. It was ice cold and was the most juicy, best tasting orange I have ever eaten in my life (I don't normally even like oranges!) That is how I am going to provide for you – the Lord showed me at that moment. (you can read about it here – please forgive me, I was obnoxiously self-righteous back then).

The Lord is the provider. Not my job or money, and certainly not this present evil government. If I start to worry about the future – I just cast that care on the Lord. He will never leave us nor forsake us, and will take care of all our needs.

Take care out there.

 

The Classics

Anyone who spends a lot of time as a researcher of conspiracies should be required to read the following books – Atlas Shrugged by Ann Rynd, Brave New World by Aldus Huxley and 1984 by George Orwell. These were the global elites plans for us back in the 40's.

Atlas Shrugged outlines their plans to destroy the infrastructure of America (and the world) and turn off the lights before the elites go off to their little hidden utopia and all the little people watching tv would be left behind to fend for themselves.

Brave New World outlines their plans to drug everyone and genetically manipulate their DNA so they could be dumbed down slaves. There were people living outside the system in poverty, but they were left alone for the most part.

1984 outlines their plans for manufactured scarcity, continual wars and mind control of the Inner Party and Outer Party. There was a group of people who were living outside the system (as illustrated by the woman singing as she hung up her laundry) but they were not a threat to the system so they were left alone.

It's the little people in these three books I want to focus on. It used to be that it was easier to control a million people than to kill them. But like the picture above says, that has changed.

The days of leaving the little people alone are gone. Because the evil overlords are all essentially cowards, they have taken it upon themselves to kill all the people whom they call “useless eaters”.

By black majik and sorceries they convinced a huge portion of the world's population to line up and drink the Kool Aid. But most of the little people stubbornly refused to comply, even though they were bribed, threatened, and squeezed of their jobs, families, livelihoods. So they decided to ramp up the terror and famine and whatever else they may have up their sleeves.

You are here.

But, as they shake their fists at God, mocking Him in every way and go about destroying all of God's creation (including the people), God is just biding His time. He is waiting for everything that has been prophesied to come to pass and then He will take them all down. IN ONE DAY.

I, for one, am looking forward to it.

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Pride Goeth before a Fall

 

Ugh. It's supposedly Gay Pride Month here in what use to be America. Part of the reason I haven't posted anything in the last couple days is my utter disgust at the things I am reading. Here is a couple examples:

Uterus-Shaped Breakfast Cereal “Period Crunch” Launches To Normalize Menstruation

Tranny Barbie

Weirdo wants to marry toy airplane

The list could go on and on. I actually believe the picture above depicts the white horse of Revelation. That seal has been open for a while – but was just the beginning.

Monday is a 6 6 6 date. I can't imagine they could let that date go without pulling something major. I guess we will see.