15 April 2014 News– Tax Day

It’s tax Day here in America. So, in honor of the day, here’s a picture of Death eating Popcorn:








More on the Bundy Ranch episode:

Judge Napolitano

John Hinderaker–the comments (at least earlier this morning) were good as well:

Just some opinion here: I think Glenn Beck is wrong on this.Mal1 While I don’t want violence, I don’t think it should ever be entirely off the table. Si vis pacem para bellum, and all that. Glenn claims to follow the example of the Founding Fathers, but they went to war over a tax on their breakfast beverage, and he’s against people trying to protect their land and cattle from the very Agenda 21 deception he himself exposed. Yes, we should always seek the peaceful route– but sometimes it will not be allowed by our opponents. And sometimes, showing reluctant willingness to violence is actually the most peaceful way.

After all, on other fronts, they’ve shown what they respond to, and that’s threats of violence. So we should speak the language we have shown they will respond to.


Another Climate Change alarmist changes course.

Today’s News:


This is one of the few charities that gets my money at this time.

14 April 2014 News

Altered a lot less than you'd think. Pic taken by Sabrina Liu.

Altered a lot less than you’d think. Pic taken by Sabrina Liu.

It’s Monday of Holy Week for Christians. Catholics, this is a good time to get to Confession. I’m waaaaaaaaaaa *breath* aaaaaaaaay overdue. No time like the present to get all those things, small and not-so-small, off your heart.

If there’s one thing mass shooters have in common, aside from being psycho, it’s their politics. Insty points out a buried lede in stories about the anti-semitic shootings of yesterday.

The BLM in NV has backed off for now, but pretty much no one thinks that this is over.

Further rumbles and tumbles in the Indonesia environs. Not much space weather. But big lunar eclipse coming tonight! Here’s the news on all that:

and here’s this guy:

some other headlines for ya:




11 April 2014 News



First off, a correction:Yesterday’s link regarding the slaughter of Christians might be a fake. Sorry, just learned about that. However, here’s a link to something real, from one of the most credible people on the planet.


Related: Brandeis disgraces itself with its treatment of Ayaan Hirsi Ali.

Kinda related: Is it me, or is Walid Shoebat starting to lean a bit Catholic? Look a this blog, and find the entries written by Walid Shoebat. . .

Capitol Hill Doings:

Lois Lerner Found in Contempt of Congress. Well, du~uh, and long past time for it tooDeansmile. Not that it’ll do much, but I appreciate the gesture. Although, I gotta say, everytime Trey Gowdy opens his mouth, I swoon like a teenaged girl meeting Jensen Ackles. ..

Sebelius resigns. She was given a crap job and no support, did the best she could with a turd sammich, tried to polish it nice for her d-bag boss. . . Truth be told, I ain’t gonna miss her, but I do have a bit of repect for the terrible position she was in.

The Bundy Ranch Seige

Attack Dogs and Tasers

Calling on the Sheriff to Arrest the Federales

The Next Waco (or Ruby Ridge, for that matter)

Bundy Ranch Blog (this goes right to the donation page)

There is word that the Militias are startign to arrive in numbers, now. I’ll try to post when I have something more solid.

Other updates:

10 April 2014 News

1st Amend AreaMaybe you don’t know what’s going on with the Bundy Family out in Nevada. You should. This is very troubling. As noted by GruntofMonteCristo over at 4GFC, “Gov. Sandoval’s protests show that this is much more than a BLM land-use issue or an individual rights issue. This is a “States-Against-the-Feds” issue. If the states had ANY sovereignty at all, this could never happen. The Feds are out of control.”

Chrissy The Hyphenated has been studying the Book of Revelation and The Olivet Discourse over the past months, and as a result, has been keeping her eye on various happenings. By now, most everyone knows about the coming Blood Moon Tetrad. She’s got some additional data points to be added, here.

Also: Why aren’t we hearing about the worldwide slaughter of Christians?

Nothing says we have severe corruption problems with our gov’t than this: Elijah Cummings (D), ranking member of House IRS Oversight Committee, colluded with IRS to target True The Vote. No wonder he’s been so testy in the hearings lately.

The Problem of Junk Science. Part of the problem fostering the increase of junk science has been the blurring of lines between “Junk” science and “Valid” science. The once-”valid” science of Anthropogenic Global Warming has been thoroughly discredited, but still has an undue influence on public policy. As a result, this discredited “science” has destroyed jobs, economies, and the lives of hard working people across the globe, in addition to keeping the poor poor, keeping poor nations from developing their natural resources. . . In addition to the AGW Scam, is the now discredited nutrition “science” that was shoved down everyone’s throats in the 1980s and 1990s– this is junk science that still influences the governments established criteria for “good nutrition”. This crap science created and nurtured the obesity and diabetes “epidemics”– making millions of Americans unwell, contributing to spikes in heart attacks and strokes, ultimately, killing people. . . and they wonder why people don’t trust the Scientist High Priests anymore? If the scientific establishment is truly concerned about the rise in popularity of junk science, perhaps to ought to see to its own problems first. Work to re-establish the squandered trust, and then maybe you’ll be able to do something about the rest of the “Junk Science”

Hey, fellow nerds! Here are some pretty cool workouts with themes like “Ironman,”, “Bring me some Pie!”, “Run you silly boy, and remember” and “Aim to Misbehave”. among many others. . .

09 April 2014 News

Here’s a good way to take advantage of our overload of lawyers. Sue the schools that abuse our children.

If there is only one thing you read today, read about these amazing, heart wrenching efforts to save children from sex slavery rings.

[While we're on the subject, let me just note that I hate the term "Human trafficking". Even if it's technically correct, it seems to me to be a politically correct softening  of the term "Slavery". That's what this is, plain as day. We should name it with the ugliest terms we have. We should be absolutely clear what we're talking about. This is slavery. The people who do it are slavers. Those who support it in any way are supporting the slave trade.]

LuciMy favorite actor of Lucifer calls out Obamacare over its attack on freedom of conscience. Turns out, he’s a bit of a libertarian. Who knew?

Also inappropriate: Strippers at nursing homes. Really? Ugh. Like Mrs. Scalia, I’m not comfortable with strippers in general as it is, for pretty much the reasons  she notes. How crass and insensitive do you have to be to call them into a nursing home?

This is gonna make my job even more tedious. Let’s just add more red tape. That’ll help women. . .


A Saucy Chick After My Own Heart!

So, a friend sent me this story about a tattooed mummy from Egypt. The whole areticle is worth reading, but my friend sent it to me because of this:

One of the mummies, whose remains were found just seven years ago, was so well preserved that archaeologists could almost make out the tattoo on her skin on the inner thigh of her right leg with the naked eye. Infra-red technology helped define it more clearly.

The woman, aged between 20 and 35, had been buried wrapped in a linen and woollen cloth and her remains had mummified in the dry heat. The tattoo has been deciphered by curators and spells out in ancient Greek – M-I-X-A-H-A, or Michael.

The owner of the tattoo was a woman who died in about AD 700 and lived in a Christian community on the banks of the Nile.

The tattoo represents the symbol of the Archangel Michael, who features in both the Old and New Testaments. The symbol has previously been found in ancient churches and on stone tablets, but never before in the form of a tattoo.

“You can see her tattoo really clearly using infra red reflectography,” said Dr Antoine, “The tattoo on her right inner thigh represents a monogram that spells Michael in ancient Greek.

“She is the first evidence of a tattoo from this period. This is a very rare find.”

The woman was about 5ft 2in tall and was found in 2005 on an archaeological dig in a cemetery in Sudan. Other ancient Egyptians who were mummified had their organs removed before being preserved.

“The scan of the Sudanese mummy showed her internal organs are remarkably well preserved,” said Dr Antoine. “We can only speculate why she had a tattoo. Perhaps for protection.”

A valid reason. Bit still kinda saucy.

I approve!

Read the whole thing: http://www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/museums/10717154/1300-year-old-mummy-and-her-intimate-tattoo.html

2 Dreams from the Past

It seems much of my impetus for non-fiction writing recently is my conversations with ChrissyTheHyphenated. In the combox for post Why a Rapture, I wrote of my dream about my someday-to-be-dog-friend, Anubis. As I wrote, I recalled another dream, definitely Revelations flavored, and featured a grassy hill. So, I’m gonna write about it, and then as a bonus, relate a funny dream that only Grunt and Lephael have known about until this point.

Dream 1: This was dreamed about 12-13 years ago. At the time, I hadn’t studied much at all in the way of prophecy (Christian or otherwise), but I dang well knew about angels, as angelology was a hobby of the time.

I’m standing on a field, the grass a bright, rich green. Bright like the sun is shining on it. The sky is dark and clear– not quite night-time dark, but I can see the stars in my peripheral vision. I’m looking at the horizon, at my eleven o’clock. From beyond the horizon, I see two fireworks shoot up and explode, one white, one red. The burning flecks radiate out, but instead of dissipating and falling, they elongate and grow brighter, becoming missile-like things headed right for where I (and others) are.

Somehow I know that they aren’t missiles, even before the unfurl/unfold. I know almost immediately that they are angels– the red are Seraphim (because Seraphim burn, yanno, so red), the white are Cherubim (because the cherubim–not putti!– are very intellectual sorts. Logic and Reason. Clear. White).

So, these angels come and land on the field, and line all us humans up into queues– one Seraph facing the head of each line, multiple Cherubim managing each line. I’m so distracted by all the angels all around (because Angels! Pretty! Shiny!!!) that I don’t pay attention to what’s happening at the front of the lines as we shuffle through. Before I realize it, I’m at the head of the line, with something coming right at my head.

On instinct, I lift my left hand to my forehead to block, and get a handful of sealing wax, imprinted with a design I can’t exactly remember. Part of the wax seal is on my forehead, but most of it is in the palm of my left hand. The Seraph with the self-waxing stamp gives me a level look as I mutter “Oh, crap! I’ll never be able to use this hand again!”

The Cherub to my right gently pats my shoulder with a somewhat rueful look. “It’s okay,” he says. “We all know who you are and where you go.” The implication is that I have something of a reputation among the angels, and that reputation is something along the lines of “Easily distracted, somewhat flaky klutz.” As I can think of far worse reputations, I don’t mind.

The Seraph huffs at the Cherub, and the latter points me to a hillside not that far away, and says “Your friends are over there.” I go, somewhat gingerly cradling my left hand, and sit down next to some very good friends of mine, who pass me a bread-basket full of popcorn. “We got good seats,” one says. “We’ll be able to see everything!”

End of Dream 1

Dream 2: I’m adding this because it’s funny and deals again with angels– or a rather specific one in this case. First, before we get to the dream, if you’re not familiar with Michigan J Frog, you need to be familiar with this:

The running joke with the frog is that he only ever sings in front of that one guy– if anyone else comes along, he reverts back to normal frog behavior. And then starts singing again when they go away.

This dream happened in late May of 2004– I was in the hospital, the first time I’d stayed overnight in a hospital, in the process of being diagnosed with cancer. I was not yet relocated to the “cancer ward”, still in the general unit with a roommate that was, I think, dying. I wasn’t entirely sure what was going on– they’d run enough tests to seriously alarm the docs, but the biopsy wasn’t to happen until the next day. But they wanted to keep me, because they were afraid that I’d slip into respiratory arrest at any moment.

So, being the amateur angelologist that I was, I knew that when you were sick or in need of healing, the number one angel to ask for was Raphael. He’s known a the Divine Physician, the Top Angel when it comes to Healing. He also has a reputation as being the “chummiest”, “most approachable”, and “goofiest” of the angels.

So that night, I finished out my nighttime prayers with the following: “And, God, if it isn’t too much trouble, and if he’s got a spare moment or two after his real work, and if it’s okay by You, tell Raphael he’s always welcome to come by. Even the smallest bit of help would be deeply appreciated. Thanks.”

That said, I snuggled down and went to sleep.

I dreamed I woke again in that same room, and in came Raphael, bright and shining, dressed in a tux with tails, and spats, and a top hat and cane and white gloves, singing that same song and dancing that same dance as the frog! Followed by all his Malachim helpers!

It was so ridiculously silly that I started giggling uncontrollably, and woke myself up I was giggling so hard! From that moment on I knew I’d be okay. It was something I couldn’t explain to the doctors or nurses, or even my distraught mother and father– though I did tell mom years later. I knew I’d be okay, because Raphael came by and made me laugh (it is the best medicine, after all).

And he seriously is the goofiest angel, ever. [Even keeping in mind that he whupped Asmodeus' butt barehanded and locked him in the desert until the end of time. Mmhmm! He's not one of The Magnificent Seven for nothing, you know!]

A Reply for Chrissy

This is a continuation of a conversation Chrissy and I were having over at Polination. As I didn’t want to fill up the combox, with ever narrower comments, I brought it over here. Chrissy’s words are in italics. If you want to see more of the context, start with Chrissy’s original post, here.

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. . .  what you say about “Why Rapture?” and Chekov is so PERFECT. I never ever thought of this! I have been thinking of Mama Buzz’s idea about us helping at Laodicea as a “little idea”, kind of a “wouldn’t it be nice if”, not the actual POINT of the Rapture itself! Yowza!

Well. . . it’s all speculation at this point. But, that said. . . I notice that a lot of times, we avoid asking “why?” because it’s been drilled into us that 1) We can never possibly know the mind of God, so don’t even try and 2) Who are we to question?

These are true, to a point. We will never fully grasp what God is doing– but part of the basics of Judeo-Christianity is the idea that God is a Rational being, the Font of Reason. No, we won’t always understand the “Why?”– but sometimes we can. And we should try, I think, because the why changes the flavor of so much in the Bible and Tradition. For example, in Genesis, when Adam and Eve are being expelled from Eden, God takes the time to “fashion clothes of animal skins” for them. Why? Why craft them from the skins of animals? Why not just fiat them into existence? Or why even make them at all? There’s a very important idea here, and if you miss it, you get the entire OT, even the NT, completely wrong. But you have to ask “why” before you can get it. And you have to keep asking– you have to observe the words and actions of God, interacting with the patriarchs, interacting with the matriarchs, always questioning “why?”. Why does He say something a certain way? Why does He do this other thing that way?

We may not get an answer, but we must ask.

The second: Who are we to question? One the one hand, true enough. On the other, if we’re not questioning His authority, but just seeking Understanding. . . then this is what we’re supposed to be doing. If Jesus came to be our example, then we must study and ask questions, as students do.

Truth is, this proclamation “Who are you/we to question?” usually comes from people that can’t bear to be asked those questions, because they cannot face their own lack of knowing or understanding. I spent. . .well, years, outside the Church, in part (~30%) because of one question that I could not get a good answer to. It isn’t that there wasn’t an answer– there certainly was. It’s just, not a single “authority” had it, and when I tried to press the point, out came all the usual accusations of trying to destroy the Church. So I searched for the Truth elsewhere, because those entrusted with it hadn’t the humility to find it for themselves. Really, it’s no wonder I got involved with esotercists. . . they were the only people that took my search seriously, and honestly tried to help me find answers . . . to that question and others.

So I’m in the habit of asking “why” about almost everything. So, when I read the arguments for and against the Rapture, I see that both sides have good points– but neither are they mutually exclusive to each other. Which raises the question, to me. . . If there is to be a Rapture, then why? Why is the Harvest split? [Related things to ponder: Why a big bombastic apocalypse at all? Why not just turn off the lights? Why the special effects show? We are told of the martyrs anxious to be avenged--why? If they are in heaven, why would they desire vengeance? Especially since most martyr, if given a moment, made a special point of forgiving their killers?]

You and I chatted briefly once about Hogwarts. I’m totally Hermione, right down to the big teeth, curly hair and “when in doubt, don’t walk, RUN to the library.” I confess I’ve never understood your affinity for Slytherin, but what you say here gives me a little peek as to why.

I think everyone, ideally, has a mix of all 4 houses within themselves. My library could qualify me for Ravenclaw, I think!

My affinity for Slytherin is a weaving of various strands in my life, starting with being the kid that played “Potions!” in my Mom and Dad’s bathroom (when I wasn’t staging massive battles between transformers, my little ponies, ninja turtles, and gi-joes). \

Also, I never felt that Rowling really had the opportunity to really show what I think she was trying to illustrate with Slytherin (seen most especially with Snape, and at the very end Narcissa and even Draco Malfoy)– which is to not believe stereotypes about people. Everyone in the series talks about how bad Slytherins are, before really giving them a chance. There’s this vicious cycle in play, where the Slytherins are ostracized, they lash out, which causes further isolation. Because everyone assumes that they will “Go Dark”, a lot of them have no choice but to go dark. We see how Lucius Malfoy treats Draco in public (perfectly willing to publicly humiliate and even bring him physical harm), after Draco has already had his attempts at friendship with Harry publicly rebuffed (they were both kids at the time, greatly influenced by Lucius and Dumbledore/ Hagrid, respectively). Draco, like any loving son, wants his father’s approval. With no chance at any other road, thanks to Harry’s rejection of friendship (no matter how clumsily attempted), Draco does his best to act in a way to make his father proud– because that’s what little boys do. And because all the men who even give him a real chance in life (Dad, Godfather) are ostensibly “Dark”. . . he finds himself going down that road, even though he’s clearly not cut out for it. Harry finally realizes how stupid their “rivalry” is (interesting, that at least while there was a rivalry, Draco was still getting Harry’s attention and thus, in an odd way, his respect), and overcomes their history enough to save Draco’s life from the fiendfyre. This in turn sets up for Narcissa: for the sake of her son, that she loves more than anything, she lies to Voldemort’s face, which is what allows for Harry’s final triumph. Her lie is at once astoundingly Griffindor-brave and Slytherin-sly, and an illustration of an idea cherished by many fans, that Gryffindor and Slytherin are simply different sides to the same coin. [Tell me that the Weasley twins, and the Marauders, didn't all have very dominant Slytherin characteristics, for all that they were Gryffindors. And tell me that Snape didn't have the courage necessary to be a Gryffindor.]

So. . . I guess I see Slytherin as the House of Exiles. Those who don’t fit the standard mold of “Good and Decent”.

Huh. Relates to what I just wrote in your post about the Road Map for Spiritual Growth, under the bit about the butterflies.

I’m reminded of that scene at the giant chess board where Hermione says, “I’m just cleverness and books.” Yeah. That’s me. One of my girls grew up to be a Marine. I think she’d understand you better than I can, KWIM? Like you’re Teyla and I’m Mr. Woolsey with more hair.

LOL! Teyla is so kickass!

Here’s the thing with Hermione–maybe she thought of herself as just cleverness and books, but she’s also the person that delivered a long overdue punch to Draco Malfoy’s face. And she’s the one friend of Harry’s that never abandoned him. That actually learned practical spells like the one on her little purse, and the wardings. She was one of the few witches to be able to hold her own against death-eaters and ministry bureaucrats.

The thing about me is. . . I want to be that badass. I’m not. I’m fat (due to problems resulting from chemo, mostly), overly sensitive to the opinions of others, and not nearly as clever as I like to think I am. But in the realm of ideas, there I am quite brave and unafraid of the dark. I often feel like Mulan, at the beginning of the film, wondering when her reflection will finally show who she is inside. My inner-self is a badass ninja. My outer self. . . not so much.

I’ve been sitting here trying to think which Avenger I relate to … Betty Ross is probably the best fit. Or what my military MOS would be. Something in the background somewhere. Analyzing data?

Agent Coulson. Based on our facebook discussion this past Saturday. With your action figures, artistic inclinations, and your keen analysis of the situation, you are definitely Coulson.

I would love to be Black Widow (the human female that totally tricked Loki), but I think I’m more like pre-serum Steve Rogers. Raring to go fight bad-guys, not really fit for duty (yet).

We love movies at our house and sometimes talk about what job we’d like best. I’ve always known my dream job would be editing. Sitting alone in a room full of pictures, cutting and pasting to get the best effect. My happy times are like right now, when I’m alone in my office with my computer, making words and pictures communicate something that matters.

Like my Dad, I love telling stories. Stories that have a point, that communicate an idea in the way a textbook or essay can’t. I’d love to publish a story, and have it become a movie (so long s they respected the points I was trying to get across, lol).

Maybe I’ve got some inner Marine that’s never been allowed to manifest itself because my body has been sick and weak from birth.

Ya never know. . . The meaning of the words Ninja and Shinobi is “One Who Endures”. So much of my spiritual path so far has been learning patience, detachment, endurance. . . I think it’s what we’re learning, here, that determine what we really are inside. Maybe you’ve an inner Marine. I think that you and I, really, are on much the same path– to find and discern The Truth, wherever it takes us. My “Do” has been Nindo, the Way of Endurance. Perhaps you are following the “Sniper-do”. . .you line up your sights, breathe carefully, then–!

I am so looking forward to talking with you someday about how low our expectations were! What a GREAT thought! And here’s one back atcha that has blessed me again and again. “From before time began, God purposed me to be who I am and where I am.” Fantastic teaching from Beth Moore, who says she couldn’t imagine herself having any special gift apart from accessorizing, but here she is a teacher of God’s Word!

OMG, I love this! Ugh, I must listen to this until I memorize it! Thank you so much for sharing this! Very, very good word! I may have to write a whole separate post dealing with this alone!

The Gentleman from Kentucky

(crossposted at 4gfc.wordpress.com)

Something incredible happened, yesterday. Something that has become so rare in this town, that it has become a fable, a legend, much like unicorns and snow storms. Yesterday, Senator Rand Paul of Kentucky filibustered for over twelve hours. He had one simple question for John Brennan, nominee for the head of the CIA: Can American citizens be killed on U.S. soil by drones– with no charges, no trial, no chance at a defence?

For much of the time that he stood, he stood alone. But as word got out that something epic was happening, as the twitter feeds tweeted and the bloggers blogged, and prayer networks formal and informal activated, a few faithful came to stand by his side, to offer their support and brief moments of respite. Mike Lee (Tea Party), Ted Cruz (Tea Party), Marco Rubio (Tea Party/ Republican), Ron Wyden (Democrat, making this a Bi-partisan filibuster), Pat Toomey (Tea Party), John Thune (Republican) and even Mitch McConnel (Republican). I’ve seen it reported that House Repubs showed up to stand with him, though I haven’t yet found a list of whom. Even the ACLU and (you may need to sit for this) Code Pink (!!!) voiced their support of Senator Paul’s stand.

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