The Book of (((Ruth)))

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Prayer is never more efficacious than when it’s appropriate. And this is an appropriate prayer:

O God of Justice,

Hear now this prayer, this holy entreaty that you would take the life of Ruth Bader Ginsburg. You granted her a season of life, and she has used her time in this world and in this age to seek and cause harm to my people, to bring about the destruction of our culture, our beliefs, our physical lives, and our heritage.

Strike down this woman, whose heart is so clearly revealed in her countenance, O Ancient of Days. Cast her away from the living and into the realm of the dead. And raise up a replacement on the United States Supreme Court, a replacement as far removed is as the east is from the west, a replacement who will judge justly and righteously. 

Send your angel of death to Ruth Bader Ginsburg this very night, O God. Let her be removed from the face of the earth, and let her deeds be buried in the dust of time, and let her legacy be as ashes and spiderwebs. 

May You be glorified in the utterance of this prayer, which is offered in the name of Him Whom the Jews hated and put to death.

Amen.

~ Kirk

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That Which Is Allowed

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Ah, the midterm elections….

Someone once said to me, “If voting made any real difference at all, the wicked ones who are in power would never, ever allow us to vote.” I suspect he had a point.

Jaded as I am, I still allowed myself to get caught up in the desire to see Hillary Clinton defeated and humiliated. I went to bed on Election Night believing that Mr. Trump had lost the election, and I awoke the next morning awash in dread. I can still remember how it felt to learn that Donald J. Trump would be my next President, and that the ugly hag had been cast down.

But in the two years since then, I have regularly chastised myself for allowing myself to hope. Bombings in Syria, the Wall not built, praising the perfidious Jews constantly, the Wall not built, physical attacks on those on the Right and the Alt-Right unanswered, the Wall not built, the Muller masquerade dragging on and on, the Wall not built, the disgrace of what was done to Justice Kavanaugh and not a soul prosecuted or even indicted, the Wall not built, the swamp undrained, the Wall not built, Clinton and Comey and so many others still not indicted, the Wall not built, let’s move the capital of the place they call Israel to Jerusalem, but let’s not build the Wall. Oh, and let’s not forget the caravan. The caravan that’s moving inexorably north towards our wall-less southern border. Lots of tough talk about telling the troops to consider rock-throwers as equivalent to rifle-aimers….but….Mr. Trump also said we’re building tent cities for the invaders. Tent cities on our soil. This means he’s already decided to let them cross the border onto our soil. And we’re to believe that they won’t be staying?

No, sorry. I don’t think I want to get fooled again. There is no wall. There will be no stopping the caravan of invaders. The words are just words. They mean nothing. I won’t watch or listen to the midterm election results. I simply don’t care anymore.

But hell’s bells….just look at me digressing! Someone once said to me, “If voting made any real difference at all, the wicked ones who are in power would never, ever allow us to vote.” And you know what that reminds me of? It reminds me of something a friend of mine said to me today. He said, “If the Bible is really beneficial to white Christians, why would the Jews ever allow us to have it?” He went on to elaborate: “If the Bible is so readily available, why wouldn’t we at least suspect that the Jews have tampered with it?”

Very good questions.

Some years ago, I did a little research. I checked into the names of the board of directors of the major Christian publishing houses and Bible publishing houses. Would you like to guess what sort of, um, ethnicity is represented on every single one of those boards?

Ah, yes….it must be because they are the Chosen Ones, and bring a perspective to the Johnny-Come-Latelys of Christianity. Even though they openly admit they hate and revile Christ the Lord, we should give them a hand in editing and approving our holy book. Makes sense, sure.

To the churchians who will squeal at these observations….are you that sure that your bible hasn’t been tampered with? Adulterated? Tainted? Skewed?

If it’s such a dangerous book to the devil and his children, why is the Bible so easily available?

I’m sure I’m just being paranoid.

Happy Mid-Terms, people.

~ Kirk

Rust-Proof Undercoating

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Politicians love to answer direct questions with weasel-words like, “I’m glad you asked me that question, Bernard. But let me just say this first….” And then we all settle in while the politician dives into a long monologue about anything BUT the question’s content.

Know who else does this? Hint, hint….he gets paid to write pep talks while you work for a living. He keeps you enslaved to the Gerber’s babyfood he dishes up while claiming to equip you as a saint.

But pastors don’t wait to be asked questions. They do the weaseling from the pulpit, where there’s no danger of them being challenged or interrupted.

“I’m sure most of you have heard about the caravan of migrants headed up towards the U.S. border. And I’m sure there are many different opinions and many different concerns among you on this topic. But let me just say this: our Lord tells us that His kingdom is not of this world. And if we’re members of His kingdom, what should we be concerned with? Why, sharing the gospel, of course! Turn with me in your bibles if you will to the book of….”

These men are pansies. They have their congregations convinced that they’re “taking a stand” and “telling it like it is.” What they’re doing is feeding off of you. They’re parasites. Worse, they’re hirelings. They will NOT lay down their lives for the sheep. Hell, they won’t even risk their 401K’s for the sheep.

You are wasting emotional and spiritual calories on these huckters, these pansies. You do not need them in your life, Christian. Your Father has promised to write His laws on your heart…they’re already there. He has declared plainly that you don’t need anyone to teach you because you have His spirit within you.

So why do you keep paying the (probably exorbitant) salary of a pansy who is the spiritual equivalent of rust-proof undercoating?

 

Might As Well Say It

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‘Sblood, but you will not hear me….”

~ Iago in Shakespeare’s Othello, Act 1, Scene 1

Sometimes I torture myself by reading various blogs and their comments sections.  The comments section is the most valuable part of some blogs; on others, the comments undermine and distract the message being attempted by the blogger.

This morning, while scrolling through the comments on a blog post in which the fecklessness of modern Christianity was being discussed, I noticed this conversation-stopping remark:

Well, don’t forget that Jesus was a Jew.

The eyes cross, the breath leaves the body in a bitter sigh….

After digesting that comment and the predicable back-and-forth that followed it, I was tempted to write a comment of my own. Then I decided to instead write a post here. And then I scrapped both ideas.

Time was, I would have attacked me some presuppositions. I would have demonstrated some erroneous information, some false statements, some faulty reasoning, and then I would have laid out my case.

But why? I mean, no one really cares, anyway. Most of us read blogs either to (a) find something that concisely articulates what we already believe or (b) find something against which we can rage and to which we can point as evidence of the nearness of the apocalypse. Logic doesn’t matter, rhetoric doesn’t matter, fact doesn’t matter, truth doesn’t matter. What matters is that we agree with X, and/or that Y agrees with us.

So the days of even considering a systematic refutation of what someone else writes are over…they have gone down in the West. I don’t do it anymore.

But what I will do is simply say what my instinct, my spirit, dictates. And on this issue of Jesus being a Jew, here’s what my spirit says:

Based on my adult lifetime of reading, research, conversations, and meditations on this topic, I do not for one minute believe that Jesus of Nazareth was a Jew, if “Jew” means “a member of the same tribe to which Steven Spielberg and Smealy Boteach and Golda Mier and Harvey Weinstein and Bill Maher belong.” I do not believe that He was a member of a tribe that I believe historical record shows are Babylonian Talmudic Pharisees, a troublesome mixed multitude that for various self-advantageous reasons embraced the Hebrew religion long ago.

But….I could be wrong.

And if I am wrong, then I absolutely and deliberately reject Him and any connection to Him.

I will not and cannot show reverence to — much less bow the knee to and adore — a member of a group that my own highly-trusted instinct says are a collection of vile, repugnant, destroying parasites. There are no exceptions. If Jesus is one of them, I want nothing to do with him.

If I am to be cast into a vast barbecue pit and tortured for all eternity because my finite and flawed human mind cannot separate the concept of Jewishness from the Susan Sontags and Rahm Emmanuels of the world, then so be it. If God loves those vermin more than He loves me and my people (and it seems that He just might….after all, who has all the visible blessings and advantages in this world?), then so be it. I reject Him as well.

If God Himself appeared to me at this moment in a burning bush or a burning bagel and intoned, “Yes, the Hebrew people of whom you have read are the ancestors of today’s Jews, and my beloved Son is one of them, and you must worship Him,” I would spit and turn my back on Him and become the most consistent fucking Odinist the world has ever seen. To accept and worship a Jew as my Savior and King would be akin to forgiving and befriending a nigger who tried to rape my sister.

This is not a tantrum, and anyone who suggests that it is can go fuck themselves in the same dank corner of the internet where the cucked evangelicals and  Israel Firsters congregate. This is the plain, bare, undiluted truth. I have sought God through a relationship with His Son all of my life since I was eleven years old. If He exists, then He knows the sincerity of my heart. And the sincerity of my heart is this: I cannot and will not worship a Jew (see my above definition). I may be wrong, but if so,  I am sincerely wrong. This is in contrast to the pew-sitting churchcucks of today, who have no fucking idea what they believe or why they believe it, if some seminary boy didn’t spoonfeed it to them.

So much of what is wrong with men today, with Western civilization today, with the Christian world today, can be traced to a pathological fear of getting in trouble. “Better not say that. Better not read that. Better not even think that. Because you might get in trouble.”

Well, so be it. If God’s favored people are or ever were the hook-nosed Talmud crowd… and if Jesus is a member of that bunch…then I’m already in trouble, because I hate those motherfuckers with every ounce of me. I will never recant. I will never back down. Even if being truthful sends me to a pit of undying flame.

And by the way….many of those who would be outraged by what I’ve written here are apparently un-outraged at Robert E. Lee’s relative’s recent slimy, faggoty denunciation of General Lee and his heritage. All those fat, pasty, open-mouthed gerbils with their stentorian denunciations of anyone who disagrees with their denomination’s distinctive doctrines….ah, yes, they’re so fucking proud to be Southern. And yet they have nothing to say at a time like this. All those “conservative” Christian and kinist websites are so, so silent about this. Why so silent, Conservative Christian Crowd?

They’re the same crowd who have called some of us names because we have said admiring things about the Alt-Right lads. They’re silent now because they’re ashamed. They know the Alt-Right lads will fight. And they know they won’t. Not even when Robert E. Lee is besmirched.

They’re affluent, pudgy cowards, the lot of them.

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But I’ll bet they’ll have plenty to say about me denouncing Jew Jesus.

~ Kirk

Thank you, Z-Man Readers!

A humble “thank you” to the readers of the Z-Man’s excellent blog who emailed me recently and sent messages via Gab.

A frequent (and by “frequent” I mean nauseatingly obsessive) commenter over at Z-Man took issue with a perfectly sane and rational comment I left there recently. His barbs aimed at me started off rude and ended up juvenile. I made one reply to him and left the sand box to the little boy in short britches.

I was surprised over the last two days to receive the aforementioned emails and messages from regular Z-Man readers. Every single one of them agreed with my comment AND supported my private assessment of this particular comment as a boor and a bore.  “He hijacks every single thread. Every single time,” wrote one. “I have lerned [sic] to scroll past anything [the commenter] writes because it’s almost never helpful.” Another told me, “This guy is just venom and snark….no depth…I don’t know why Z-Man tolerates it….if anyone is begging to be banned it’s [the commenter-.”

Yes, and see, that’s why I rarely comment on blogs unless the post was particularly outstanding OR, as is so often the case at Severian’s Rotten Chestnuts blog, particularly devastating in its hilarity and keen wit. I don’t ever want to be tedious, especially on someone else’s blog. The guy in question — and any regular Z-Man reader will easily recognize who we’re talking about — is petty and obnoxious, and he detracts in every way from that fine website.  But Z-Man knows what he’s doing, and for the time being, we have to suffer (and scroll past) the clown’s inane keyboard rantings.

So again, thank you to those who contacted me. I’m gratified and honored that some of you have become regular readers at this ramshackle little exit ramp. Cheers, my friends!

~ Kirk

Lindsey Graham, Savior of the World

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Incredible to watch as Graham’s shrill little performance at the Kavanaugh hearings gets universally lauded as some sort of breakthrough moment in American politics.

I mean, come ON. Have none of you heard the baby rattlesnake story?

Graham is not brave. He’s not courageous. He did not see the light. He has not had a change of heart. He is a professional politician liar. He is the opposite of what our people need.

Just watch. He’s going to crawfish and remind everyone of what he is, what he has always been.

If you believe him and admire him, Graham is the sort of leader you deserve. I hope you choke on him.

Ewww.

~ Kirk

Churchspiracies

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Lots of folks believe lots of weird stuff these days. In a relatively brief time span, it’s possible to have conversations with people about the Deep State, about spirit cooking, about pizza-related pedophile rings, about the truth of 9/11, about Qanon, about Bigfoot, about the Holocaust Industry, about UFOs, about flat-earth theory….about lots of weird stuff.

People like to believe in conspiracies. Why do you suppose this is?

Because they’re ignorant? Losers? Uneducated inbred hillbillies? Mentally deficient? Drama queens?

Perhaps. But I believe people embrace conspiracy theories for two main reasons:

One, people have a need to believe that they might know something that no one else  — or few others —  knows. Esoteric knowledge, etc.

And two, people know they’re being lied to.

We can watch one news cycle and come back the next day and watch one news cycle and immediately see that the term “fake news” is not merely a trendy label, but a hard fact. There is almost no truth or real news coming out of the mainstream media, and what little bit there might be is heavily colored with leftist propaganda.

Knowing that we’re being lied to means that some of us use this kind of mental pathway: “Since I know the media lies, and the media is on the climate change bandwagon, it’s safe to conclude that climate change is a lie.” Ok, fair enough…how about this one:

“I know the media lied about 9/11, so the truth must be that the Clintons (or the Bilderbergs, or Sarah Silverman’s family) were behind it.”

Hmm…maybe.

“I know that professional educators, with the Darwinism and Marxism and atheism, lie out of both sides of their mouth. And these are the same people who taught me that the earth is a globe. So someone is concealing the fact that the earth is flat.”

Sounds….interesting.

So you see what I mean? The comprehensive dishonesty of life today in every sphere makes us doubt everything.

Except…

Some people can never, ever bring themselves to doubt anything about what they were taught in church about God, about life, about the universe, about our final destinations. But there is a small number, perhaps growing, who are asking questions. And the paid cadre of pastors/priests/pulpiteers don’t like these questions. They don’t even like questions period, much less the kinds of questions people are starting to ask these days.

I’ve heard and corresponded with people — mature people, mind you, not bored, angst-ridden children — who are beginning to ask questions that just a few years ago would have been considered unforgivably sinful in and of themselves. Questions like “What if we’ve been lied to about God? What if God isn’t like what we’ve been taught? What if the bible isn’t what we thought it was? What if we’ve been wasting our time doing it the official church way?”

These questions lead to speculation. And such speculation can lead to theories.

Is this a bad thing?

No, I don’t think it is. Because the one thing I do believe is that there is a God, and that He loves His children. If I’m right about this article of personal faith, I cannot fathom how this God, this Father, would condemn and torture one of His children for asking honest questions, questions that stem from noticing the whirlwind of lies and deception sucking up all facts and opinions today.

Friends, never let someone convince you that there are forbidden questions, or forbidden books, or forbidden ideas. If the bible is true at all, then God’s children have His spirit within them, and His spirit helps them and guides them. This is no guarantee they won’t make mistakes (perhaps huge ones), but it is a guarantee that they are His children, and that ultimately it’s going to be okay.

Cultivate holy boldness within yourself. Do not listen to those who are making money from the God Business. Be about your own business….it’s the wise path.

~ Kirk

Men Who Grin

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The little bit of the Kavanaugh SCOTUS mess I’ve seen has served to reinforce my refusal to expose myself to more than about a minute of news per day.
One thing I’ve noticed about Mr. Kavanaugh is his flaccid body language and overall presence.  In the footage the fake news media runs, he enters the room with a Jimmy Carter grin on his face, head slightly ducked in deference to his betters, oozing bland nonthreatningness out of every pore. The very sight repulses me, and I want to shout at him, “Stand up straight! Wipe that fucking goony grin off your face! Act like you’ve got a pair! These shitbirds hate you…they are not your friends, and they never will be! Stop trying to win them over! They’re more than willing to burn you down for the sake a some pussy hat-wearing SJW loonyball slut, and that’s the REPUBLICANS in the room! Be a man…if you go down in flames, at least you can have some pride!” But of course, I have no opportunity to say such things to this man. And besides, he has enough people bellowing at him these days.
It annoys me that he and other men who are subject to Alinsky’s “point and shriek” tactic don’t simply be manly and say, “Are you honestly asking me if I grabbed some teenage girl’s tits when I was a horny teenager? Look, I grabbed so many, I could NEVER remember all of ’em. That’s what normal boys DID in the Seventies. Hell, if all of ’em came forward at once, we’d have to hold this hearing in Camden Yards.” Such a response would shut a lot of shrill, sanctimonious mouths. But no….let’s play the gentleman. Let’s lose nobly. It’s what “conservatives” do so well.
Perhaps the reason Mr. Kavanaugh elicits such a response from me is because the whole scene reminds me of how grown men act in the presence of a pastor or theologian.
I’ve known accomplished men, hard men, men who own their own businesses, dangerous businesses like tree trimmers and firemen and warriors, who will grin and duck their heads when some seminary boy lectures them about “godly behavior” or “obligations to vows” or things like this.  It’s that toxic, toxic belief that these preening little parasites who stand in the pulpits have some special Batphone to God, and that they truly speak for Him, and that their words are as infallible as the bible they claim to believe without reservation.
There truly exists a slave mentality, and it is pervasive in today’s Christianity. Perhaps it was always so. But these days, it is as overt and as obvious as the fake eyelashes on a drag queen reading to your children at the public library.
~ Kirk

If I don’t toot it….

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I keep forgetting to thump my chest a bit and point out that Matt Forney’s Terror House Magazine has published one of my short stories. You can read it here.

And I was quite gratified to learn that it was last month’s third most-popular story.

And if you’re into poetry (if you’re sneering, you’re ignorant of the Vikings and the samurai, for starters), you might look at this excellent site. Which, by the way, just happens to have published one of my humble efforts.

Iron and silk, right?

~ Kirk