You Need to Hear Some Preaching

But I’m a girl, so it won’t be Bible-preaching.

I’ve got a number of friends and family who, because of the example I set, know that they ought to cut the bad foods out of their diet. Unlike many people on a Standard American Diet, they even have some idea what those bad foods are.

The problem is, I’m the only voice they hear this stuff from, and I lack gravitas. It doesn’t matter that I have taken my body from pudgy and sickly to slender and strong. It doesn’t matter that I can run circles around people half my age. It doesn’t matter that I look hotter than I did when I was 21. (I was never very pretty, but I’m now a solid 9 out of 10, if you’re just comparing today’s me to other mes I’ve been.) It doesn’t matter that I am not aging at anything like the accelerated rate of my age cohort. None of my success can be seen as anything but a fluke, because I’m just a congenital weirdo who does things like having “too many” babies and then homeschooling them. It is certainly not just anybody who can be healthy at the ripe old age of…however old I am now. It takes a special genetic predisposition, aka luck, right?

I’m not a doctor or a certified nutritionist. I don’t even have a YouTube channel. I’ve considered it, since watching videos is apparently what everybody really wants to do. Alas, I have a face fit only for radio, and voice fit only for print, so I won’t be venturing into that world.

What I do have is this little blog and my equally tiny real-life social network. And while I’m over here with no credentials whatsoever, trying to save everybody a lot of self-inflicted grief, every magazine, newspaper, tv show, doctor, nurse, athlete, friend, and neighbor is telling my loved ones to eat ever more seed oils, grains, and sugar. And now they’re trying to turn us on to this bizarre fake meat that is supposed to be better for you than plain old, God-given meat.

Lord, help me fight this giant industry that’s trying to kill my people!

Add to these influences the fact that all those processed foods are nigh-on orgasmic to eat. When the tv is off, and you’re finally listening to your rational self and trying to reject that hyperpalatable food, your traitorous brain will start singing the same tune. Your dopamine-loving brain will tell you anything at all to justify the next hit of sweet-fat-salty bliss. Next thing you know, you’re face down in a bowl of macaroni salad, and your insulin is higher than Hunter Biden after the Chinese dropped the latest payment in his off-shore account.

All the people (but me) say this is perfectly reasonable eating behavior!

You can probably see by now that I’m getting a little frustrated trying to convince the people I love most to just stop.

Stop giving yourself cancer.

Stop giving yourself heart disease.

Stop giving yourself diabetes.

Take responsibility for what you put into your body.

You, my beloved friends and family, are giving yourself these diseases. Every time you open your mouth to put in whatever insane food happens to be in front of you, with no sense of responsibility for the effects that it will have on your body (and your mind, but I’ll get to that later), you are sinning against your own body.

Do I take it too far calling it a sin? But I told you I was going to be preaching, didn’t I?

Is there not a point where intentional self-harm begins to carry moral implications? You be the judge of your own behavior.

There was a time when you truly couldn’t be blamed for your physical condition. There was a time, before I started telling you these things, that you really thought that the food pyramid was science from on high, rather than a marketing ploy to boost grain sales. There was a time when it was still possible to believe that your illnesses were all just genetic, just normal aging, just bad luck. There was a time when you could have no idea that you had caused your own problems in large part by your own choices.

But you can’t be ignorant any longer, because I’m standing out here on my street corner with my (bun-less) sandwich-board sign telling you that you don’t have to go through the Hell of metabolic illness. Salvation is here! (Understand, please, that I am absolutely not equating having a healthy diet with saving your soul. I’m going to keep torturing this metaphor until it confesses…something, anyway.)

Actions come from belief, and belief comes from hearing, and how will you hear if I don’t preach to you?

To my dismay, I’ve discovered that what most people are willing to believe has more to do with how often they hear a thing than whether what they’re hearing makes any sense at all. (Consider this your invitation to throw out your lying tv, also.) If you hear over and over that whole grain bread is a health food and that meat will kill you, you will eat whole grain bread and cut down on meat, even though you can see with your own two eyes that you haven’t gotten healthy by following this advice. Your fat, sickly doctor will look you unabashedly in the eye and tell you to lose weight, and you’ll do the same things to lose weight that your fat, sickly doctor is doing. And guess what? You’ll be fat and sickly, too. 

People in authority, people in white coats, people in front of tv cameras, and simply the people from whom you desire social approval just keep repeating the low-fat, anti-meat mantra. They win your mind because they keep repeating the lie. I’ve been remiss in that. I cut back on saying it because I don’t want to bother people, but repetition is the key.

You know that the “healthy” way of eating will kill you; you’re watching it happen in real time. But you still need to hear from the other side daily, kind of like reading your Bible to fight the devil’s incessant tricks. So, for the sake of my loved ones (and you strangers on the internet) I’ll repeat this until it either sinks in or I die trying:

Repent!

Stop making excuses. Do the emotionally and socially painful work of changing your diet. You have a choice to become sicker or healthier, every single time you eat. I will be tickled pink to give specifics to anybody who asks, and feel free to browse my scanty archives.

If you are interested in hearing more, here are some preachers you may find quite a bit more credible than apparently I have been.

I don’t always agree with everything that all of them say. Some of them are nerdier or meatier or more plant-tolerant than others. They’ll all get to you to a much healthier place than your current advisors can.

Ken Berry, MD

Dr. Cywes, the Carb Addiction Doc

Dr. Berg

Ivor Cummins

Shawn Baker, Meat Rx

 

 

 

Cortisol Rising

Sounds like a good name for a movie, don’t it?

I had to go out for a routine blood draw this morning. Just a little check on the thyroid, in and out. Workers in any part of the “healthcare” system are more bought in to the current narrative than many others. They have to be. They’ll lose their jobs if they don’t conform.

So I was a little bit nervous this morning, knowing that I might be asked to don a mask, and I might have to have a conversation about why I won’t be doing that, and also why they have to serve me anyway. I’m on firm legal and moral ground. It shouldn’t be a big emotional deal for me, but what can I say? After more than a year of fake mask mandates, I’ve been well-conditioned to expect to have to defend myself every time I go out in public, even though, honestly, I rarely encounter push-back. I and others like me have explained our rights to others enough times that places of public accommodation have, for the most part, figured out that they don’t have any kind of enforcement power.

Mostly, people leave me alone. Some look like they’re on the verge of cussing me out, but they typically resort to snide comments uttered behind my back, just quietly enough that I can easily pretend I didn’t hear it. Some are very squirmy and obviously uncomfortable. Many smile and seem to be going out of their way to be extra kind, as if they really, really want me to feel comfortable. I wonder if that’s what it’s like to have some kind of visible handicap.

When I walk in, the person at the counter looks at my unashamedly naked respiratory holes and looks away quickly. I don’t actually see him push a button, but what am I to deduce from the fact that the music immediately fades, mid-song, and a friendly lady’s voice gives the now-familiar “mask up, wash up, and social distance” reminder that you hear whenever, I assume, the cashier pushes the “leper on premises” button.

When I check in by scanning my driver’s license, it offers to text me when I’m next so that I can wait more “comfortably” in my car. I didn’t bring my phone, so I decline. I leave home without my cell phone frequently because, for one thing, I don’t like the idea that every movement I make will be tracked. For another, it’s nice to know that no one can demand my attention for these few minutes. I can wander around a little bit and feel like I’m getting a little break. It does make me a little bit nervous knowing that I might miss a call or a text, but I spent my late teen years wandering pretty far from home with my friends without even access to a pay-phone if something should go wrong. It’s really not that big of a deal to be without my phone, so once I remind myself of that somehow forgotten fact, my nervousness about the disconnect subsides.

While I’m waiting for the phlebotomist to call my name, the loud-speaker once again nags me to put on my mask. I smile, realizing that this timid effort is the only thing that particular cashier will be willing do to, and turn to watch the screen in the waiting area. I’m a little more relaxed now, in spite of the too-bright florescent lights and the smell of alcohol. Unless the phlebotomist herself is a masKaren, I’m probably not going to have to explain myself much today. Since I genuinely like people, especially when they talk to me, I usually have a disarming enough smile that we’ll get along like old friends even if she was intending to say something. My cortisol levels are surely settling back down now.

The screen in front of me tells me how to check in, and displays the initials of all the people in line. I guess they’re all waiting in comfort in their cars, or I’d be conversing with them instead of staring at that screen. That would be pleasant. Pleasant things are no longer permitted. Then the screen starts to display video of a worker in scrubs, wiping down the phlebotomy chair with alcohol pads. Every face that flashes on the screen is masked.

Look at everything we’re doing to keep you safe from The Germ!

The chyron on the screen scrolls by with incessant “reporting” from who-knows-what-news service. Wars, intrigue, tornados, social strife, political scandals, but above all PESTILENCE. This country doesn’t have a vax yet, and that country has a new strain, and if you haven’t been vaccinated, hurry up and do it, but you’ll still be in grave danger all the time.

Because I read more than just headlines, I know that each and every item that scrolls by is either 100% bullshit, or about 85% true, but the 15% of the truth that they left out is mysteriously also the 15% that would inform you that it’s not actually as bad as all that. Most people would get stressed out reading that stuff because they think it is both true and relevant.

I? I get stressed out because I know that each item is either untrue or irrelevant, and I get very angry not only that I am being lied to, but that I have no way to help anyone else understand it. Cortisol rises again.

I get my venipuncture, and the lady who does it is, as predicted, a friendly and warm person who couldn’t care less if I’m wearing a mask, as long as I’m nice to her. And that, I’ve discovered, is what makes most people wear a mask. They’ll do anything, as long as people will be nice to them.

How many people that I see every day are walking around with masks on, knowing good-and-well that they don’t actually do anything useful against an aerosol-conducted virus? How many of them tamp down any qualms about why they’re being forced to wear masks because they don’t want the stressful encounters with fake authority when they dare to show their faces? How many of them know that nobody has any good reason, let alone a right, to force them to wear a mask or maintain six feet of distance from their fellow man? And how did we get to be so scared of having the tiniest bit of social friction that we will give up our right to and need for normal human interaction?

We are, as a society, so stressed out by everything around us–the harsh lights, the distracting screens, the inescapable smells, the incessant reminders from every television in sight that the world is a dumpster-fire, and you’re not doing your part to make it better if you haven’t yet gone vegan and sacrificed your immune system and offered it to the Covid-god via the “vaccine”–that we simply can’t defend ourselves against the lies anymore. We’re overloaded.

We’re traumatized. 

You’re sick. You’re dying. You’re broke and Biden isn’t sending any more checks. There’s a food shortage coming. Summer gas prices will be the worst since…well, since the last time there was a legitimately elected president in the White House, so around 2016 or something. You noticed that your creepy neighbor bears a striking resemblance to the latest mass-murderer. Could your grocery store be next? Better avoid crowds! So you order online next time instead of shopping for yourself. Don’t let that, “that” being whatever scary thing you just saw on the teevee, happen to you!

No sense in taking any unnecessary risks. After all, your adrenals are already chronically over-worked by all of the unnecessary precautions you’ve been taking.

It could happen to anybody, right? And it appears to be happening all the stinking time. Didn’t millions of people just watch it happen live?

Ah, if millions of people could only understand statistics.

Never mind that you haven’t bumped into a friend in Wal-mart, or even the park, in ages. That’s something that could happen to just anybody, too, if they just end up in the right place at the right time. Never mind that you’re huffing and puffing through your mask so hard that you can’t even converse with the people at church. Not about anything but masks, anyway. Never mind that you can’t get a facial imprint of a new person into your memory so that you can recognize them the next time you meet. Making friends has never been harder. These incessant physical and emotional detriments are self-imposed by our compliance with every niggling instruction coming from your supposedly elected politicians, who are simply following every niggling instruction handed down to them by…well, not you, anyway.

Your stress is so high at this moment, that you don’t have the emotional energy left to do what you know is right, and sensible. If you stop wearing the mask, stop blessing your hands with the holy sanitizer, stop refusing to shake hands or hug people, stop talking about “the news” so intently that there’s no time to talk about anything else with anybody else, what will be left? After this long, I suspect that, for many of us, there’s little else to talk about. It is our identity.

We let that happen.

I have twice put a mask over my face because I didn’t have the emotional energy to speak to anyone that day. I have avoided church services on many Sundays because it’s so hard to worship knowing that the people around me think I’m being disrespectful or careless with other people’s health.

I understand that there’s only so much stress one person can take, and the small stressor of a dehumanizing mask is far preferable to the large one of social shame. Given that covering the mouth and nose can suppress feelings of anxiety, I can see why people are so willing to put on this symbol of our collective dupability.

Are bad things really happening out there somewhere? Maybe even next door? Yes, but here’s what you need to understand: The people who are telling you about those bad things are both passively and actively making them happen. They are then using those occurrences to distract you from the things that you can do in your own life to break free of their programming.

It’s not easy to break free of the programming, even for me. I do nearly everything at home, where I can control who is allowed to speak to me. I don’t have CNN and Fox News to scare me to death all the time. My family and friends are almost all supportive and sensible, and add nothing but peace to my life. I rarely have to worry that someone I care about is going to shun me, even a little bit, for thinking for myself. I’ve been kicked off of Facebook, so I don’t even have the momentary stress of having to scroll past the “fact-checker” posts that flat-out call me a liar every time I contradict the narrative.

I’m not really affected mentally by the matrix, anymore, if you’ll excuse the over-used movie reference. My personal life is reality-based and independent enough that I can see what they’re doing to us. Yet I still shop, travel, go to the doctor, attend church, and all the other normal things. My husband still has to work, so we both have to venture out into the dystopian nightmare that American public life has become. So I see it. It wears on me, too. It’s a constant struggle to continue to see four fingers when the State wants me to see five.

Most people are immersed in the profoundly stressful propaganda for most of the useful hours of their day. I can see why they’re so hard to wake up.

You can’t escape hearing, the ears being a passive organ with no off-switch, what they want you to hear. You can escape feeling the way they want to you feel, and behaving the way they want you to behave. If you’re among the (I suspect) half of the population that do know you’re being lied to, you’ll regain your self-respect only when you stop acquiescing to that lie. Leave your mask off and embrace the small stressor of social non-conformity. You might find that your cortisol levels improve in every other area of your life, even as they go up when you go out in public.

 

Why is Trump Pushing the Not-a-Vax?

Shouldn’t he know better?

There’s an aspect of the Trump administration I’ve never quite been able to square with my own…what is it? Hope? Wishful thinking? Self-delusion? Let’s just call it my strongly held belief that Trump has all along been aware of, and fighting against, the globalist plan to finally visibly manifest the New World Order that they have already largely established in the shadows. Clearly he knows that Washington D.C. is dirty. Clearly he knows that there are a lot of treasonous snakes in our government. I believe he meant it very sincerely when he told Hillary that she’d be in jail if he had his way.

In that sense, he is not remotely naïve, and I do still believe that he started during his administration a great drive toward justice that can’t be stopped. There are something on the order of 250,000 sealed indictments that have been accumulating in judicial limbo. At some point, unless we have truly lost the silent war that (I thought) has been raging for the last several years, we will find out exactly which members, if any, of the Swamp are to be swept away first.

I’ve wondered from time to time, and especially whenever he talks about Operation Warp Speed and the fake vaccines we’re being pushed to take, is it possible that Trump doesn’t know as much as I do about some of these things? How can he who as president had access to all the dirt on everybody, not know that Fauci and Birx are, among many others who received misplaced trust from him, utterly corrupt? How is it possible that he didn’t know about Operation Lockstep, or Event 201, both of which clearly outline the psy-op that has been run on us since early 2020? And, ominously, how could he have gone from knowing and talking about the dangers of vaccines, and having received warning from Robert F. Kennedy, Jr., to whole-heartedly implementing Operation Warp Speed, which is nothing but a Big Pharma scam to have us all be, at best, their guinea-pigs for an unnecessary and untested product? At worst, and I’m afraid very likely, the “vaccine” is actually a mass-sterilization plan to keep a large number of recipients from being able to reproduce.

The question for me is not whether the shots are a good thing. They are not. The question is, was Trump played, or is he playing us? Because he is still out there pushing the vaccines. He’s still very proud of the part he played in using taxpayer dollars and the weight of the federal government to produce these horrific products to “rescue” us from a virus that is no worse than a common flu.

During his four years in office, it looked to me like Trump was playing, if not 3-dimensional chess, then at least a masterful game of plain-old chess. Is it possible that he was actually relatively clueless as to the depth of the corruption of the swamp that he was set to drain? That he had no idea that he was playing into the hands of the very people who are trying to destroy our country by buying into the entirely fictional Corona narrative that has held us hostage for the last year and a half?

In spite of his marvelous success in temporarily turning back the tide of government perfidy against our own nation–bringing industry back, lowering taxes, fighting abortion in a way that no “pro-life” president has ever done, bringing an end to foreign wars and refusing to start new ones, reining in illegal immigration–he appears at times not to understand the true depth of globalist dedication to enslaving the entire human race. He doesn’t seem to think that public health has anything to do with the Swamp. I can list dozens more things he did that were so good for our nation (Core America, not the State) that I simply can’t conceive that he was never really sincere in his stated goals. He’s been brilliant! So how in the world could he have not realized what was being done to us through the Corona lockdowns?

I thank God for him, and I thank him for letting us breathe free for a few years.  But there have been many clues that perhaps, rather than being a fully-informed part of a silent war being waged on our behalf (as I’d sincerely thought), perhaps he was instead insulated from the real scope of the globalists’ plans, and was never fully aware of the pervasiveness of the problem. He practically ignored the social media censorship and the many calumnies perpetrated by the mockingbird media against his staunchest supporters. He fully ignored RFK Jr’s warnings about Big Pharma, instead acting like a run-of-the-mill politician when checks for his campaign started rolling in from the pharmaceutical lobby.

While there were some early indications that he knew Corona was a psy-op (“it’s going to just disappear, and you’ll never hear about it again”), and that our freedoms were threatened by the drastic measures taken by governors of the individual states, he soon came around to the other side, and touted Operation Warp Speed as if it would solve all of our problems. Even now, while people are getting seizures, Guillain-Barre Syndrome, blood clots, and even dying shortly after getting the shots, he still insists it’s the best thing since sliced bread.

In my mind, there are three–no, four–possibilities for why this is so. Going in order from the most likely to the least:

  1. He put his faith in Fauci and Birx because he simply didn’t know any better. He really believes that modern medicine is utterly trustworthy, and just fell for all of it because he’s not versed enough in biology, medicine, or epidemiology to spot the lies. Nobody ever read him in on the obvious plan of the globalists to use public health as an excuse for absolute tyranny. How is that even possible? But it appears to be the case, doesn’t it? He was played like a fiddle, and now he’s having a hard time admitting it, even to the extent of lying to himself about the success of the vaccination program. This doesn’t mean that he wasn’t fighting on every front that he was aware of with all honor and vigor, but it does mean that he had an unbelievably huge blind spot. (And not just one, but that’s a whole ‘nother post.)
  2. Trump knew that Corona was a psy-op, and the virus is nothing unusually dangerous. He not only allowed it to proceed, but played along with it, because the descent into medical tyranny had to be allowed for some reason. Either it was impossible to break the media’s spell on the mind of the populace, so the ground had to be ceded, or there just weren’t enough resources to devote to fighting it. Operation Warp Speed may have been a last-ditch effort to speed up the mass vaccination plan so that it would be too sloppy and fail to accomplish its real purpose, which is the vaccine passport and total control of the world’s economy. If this is what happened, we’ve suffered a serious setback, and it will be a difficult one to recover from. It may be enough of a defeat to have lost us the entire war. As much as I want this one to be my number one, most likely scenario, I have to be honest and rank it second. It’s just a little too satisfying. KWIM?
  3. He was a willing player in the globalist’s plan all along. While I do believe this is the least likely reason (except for the obviously silly #4) for Trump’s confusing adherence to the Corona narrative, it’s not as distant a possibility as my heart would like to make it. Trump knows kayfabe. We, rather than Trump, may be the suckers here. Maybe he gave us our wishlist in so many small ways–taxes, wars, etc.–so that we wouldn’t see what was coming. Everything he accomplished looks at the moment to have been temporary, so it certainly would be a brilliant play on the Luciferian side to let us think that we were getting somewhere and then take it all back in the end.
  4. The Corona-19 virus is a real threat, and so deadly that it warrants destroying the world economy and removing all individual freedoms, especially the religious and health-care freedoms. The media really is our honest and above-board friend. There is no conspiracy by insanely powerful globalists who are hell-bent on destroying humanity as we know it and rebuilding it in their own image. Operation Warp Speed is literally the only thing Trump ever got right, and I need to turn on CNN right now so I can learn the truth about everything.

I’m open to suggestions if anybody has other theories on why Trump is still pushing what is clearly a very bad solution to what we used to call the flu. I can think of a few more, but they don’t fit very well with what I know at the moment.

 

 

Friday Links

And now, some other stuff:

Here’s something neat you can do on Facebook: gather information on good parents so you can harass them out of the public square. Shockingly, this is said to be under investigation by law enforcement. I’ll believe it when I see the indictments.

Once again, Myanmar is doing what we ought to be doing. I do hope and pray that we’re actually witnessing a dress rehearsal of what’s about to go down here.

Mike Lindell continues the pillow fight by counter-suing Dominion. He keeps telling them to turn themselves in, nothing can stop what’s coming. Everybody should have his can-do spirit.

Also, do watch Lindell’s interview with the physicist whose name, I’m sorry, escapes me, who can show you very clearly how the algorithm that stole the election worked. The media will try to make you forget, but you saw it stolen with your own eyes. It happened, and people are still fighting to reclaim what was stolen.

Patrick Bryne, who I still don’t fully trust, for some gut reason, but who has checked out in all my research on him thus far, has a lot of great information in this ebook, The Deep Rig. Lots of linkage in there, so you’ll want to read it on your laptop or tablet, not a kindle.

Former federal prosecutor wants every business in America to pledge allegiance to the results of the 2020 election. How nice. A self-compiled list of all the businesses I’ll want to boycott.

A couple of years old, but I didn’t know this. Nor do I have any reason at all to believe that I will ever need to know this. North Carolina law allows drivers to legally proceed through lines of “protestors” who are blocking traffic. No liability.

And that’s it! I’d do more, but I’m already an hour behind in my day, and I have a very large dog who needs a trim. He looks more like a throw rug than a dog at the moment. Happy, glorious Easter, y’all. Christ is risen!

 

 

 

 

Hey, It’s Friday!

What’s Good, y’all?

I had some links lying around here somewhere to share, and I’ll put them in a new post later. But first, I was just wondering, how good do things look right now to you, on this Good Friday? If you’re like me, you’re looking out from the little pocket of sanity you’ve tried to build for yourself on a world that’s gone mad. Maybe you’ve been building your little place for a year, since the “pandemic” (really a syndemic and a psyop) started, or maybe you’re an old homesteader from way back and you left the grid, either literally or spiritually, a long, long time ago.

Either way, what we’re living, and what the rest of the world is living, are two very different existences. While the rest of the world is either holed away and masked up because they’re terrified of a bad cold, or else they’re pretending to be terrified of it because they’re actually terrified of the people who will punish them for not conforming to the narrative, you’re breathing fresh air, making skin to skin contact with other people whenever you can find someone who isn’t afraid, and soldiering on as if nothing had ever really changed. This is because, for you, nothing ever really changed.

Maybe it got a little harder to get into a store without having to stand up for yourself, or you spent less money in stores because shopping with a bunch of masked zombies with distancing poles is nightmare material.

Actual product I found on one of my increasingly rare ventures into the Mad World. 

Maybe you filled your freezer a little bit fuller than you had in the past, and are keeping it that way. Maybe you started a little victory garden out back. Maybe your finances even took a hit. But for the most part, nothing really changed, because your frame stayed the same. You’re still looking at it all through the eyes of a believer in Christ, even while masses of “believers” are conforming to the narrative with apparently no idea of the contradictions between what they say they believe and what they’re doing.

The new normal is a big lie, and you know it. But Evil sure seems to be winning, doesn’t it? Even while some states are “opening up”, the mere fact that people waited until they were told it was safe to do so is a worrying sign. And while we’ve been building our little sanity-asylums, Satan seems to have been having a field-day making things worse and worse out there, outside our small realm of influence.

Everything you see in mainstream media, especially mainstream social media, is still pushing, pushing, pushing this narrative that God has lost.

Corona is King!

People are unashamed to market Satanic Nikes (for which, I am told, Nike is suing them, but it’s still a symptom, isn’t it?).

A man is in jail for refusing to call his daughter a boy.

Thousands of Patriots who never did anything wrong are still under investigation for storming a capitol building that was never stormed by any of them.

Joe Biden, when he’s not napping or enjoying his afternoon jello-cup socials at the senior center, is apparently president of what we were told is the greatest nation on earth.

Russia and China are suddenly not just our competitors in the world, but are the boss of us. China owns our “president”!

People who still have the gall to call themselves our elected representatives deliberately lose every battle they claim to fight for us.

We’re bankrupt as a nation.

Suicide is rampant.

Satan is openly worshipped and God is openly mocked, and the vast majority of people call this “entertainment”, and excuse it as such.

I’m not on social media because they kicked me off (if you haven’t been kicked off yet, you’re not trying hard enough), but I have no doubt that denizens of that realm are still allowed to pass around lame memes about how they can’t get your guns, or how awful it is that you only get…what was it this time?…$1,400 when other countries are getting billions from us. Yes, you’re so brave for your nice little “molon labe” meme. Way to let them know where they can find you. I have such a clever idea! Tell them you had a boating accident…har, har, har.

You get to whine and complain, and Facebook loves it when you do that. Not only do they get your information, they get to manipulate your perception of where you stand in this world, even while you think you’re expressing your own thoughts and being truthful. They’ll let you pass around all your little memes with their “conservative” and “Christian” messages, so you get that frisson having done something rebellious (Facebook jail for a week! Oh, noes!) without ever having left the safe bubble they’ve made where you can only pretend, and complain, and lose. You can be yourself there, American, but only a demoralized and helpless version. They let you see all of that stuff, because all of that stuff reinforces the lie that they’re winning.

But here’s the Good part: Satan always plays his hand this way. It’s all lies, because lies are all he can do. Christ, praise his name, cannot be destroyed, and neither can the Truth. He died only once, for all. He does not die again every year, though we rightly commemorate His passion.

Unlike his disciples, I do not have to wait until Sunday to find out that my Savior is a Savior, and not a victim. You do not have to wait until Sunday to find out that you have, if you are in Him, lost nothing. I guess I could wrap this up with some “hope” that the political machinations and abuses of the population are going to end soon, that there will be revival, that everything is going to be back to normal soon but truly, it doesn’t matter which way temporal events go. We win. God wins.

Friends, I’m begging you to turn off the narrative. Don’t just fast from it, kill it with fire. It’s making you useless. Facebook, Twitter, television news (yes, especially Fox News) anything mainstream serves only to remind you how much we’ve lost, and how helpless we are to do anything about it. They want you to think it’s over, and Satan has won.

Open your Bible. Sing praises, right out loud, right now. Get to church. Refuse the mask. Refuse the fake vaccine. Call a friend (on the phone, with your real voice), and remind her that the gates of Hell will not prevail.

Stop sucking up the lies. Sunday is already here, and has been for the last 2,000 years.

 

 

 

Friday Links

Someone informed me the other day that the Johnson and Johnson vaccine (which she had received and naturally wanted to defend) wasn’t developed using fetal cells. In cases like this, I really do hate to say I told you so. Yes, the J&J vaccine was developed using fetal cells. Witness how the MSM tells you a fact, and then explains “what that means”. As if you shouldn’t be allowed to simply have the facts and conclude their meaning on your own anymore. That is not journalism. That is propaganda.

This is journalism. It’s a video, so it will take some time, but it’s totally worth it. The problem with real journalism is that it will lead you to the truth, and then you’ll think for yourself based on that. And then, as Hillary so famously put it, you’ll have them “all hanging from lampposts”.

More warnings about children and technology. I admit that my teens end up using technology more than makes me comfortable sometimes. One of them is learning to code, and another is very much into refurbishing old electronic devices. This does require a fair bit of research, and I know they encounter some things that I’d prefer they didn’t. They do leave their bedroom doors open when online, and I check on them frequently. There is absolutely no social media, though, and I don’t allow them to chat with strangers in games.

I’m currently reading The Secret Life of Fat. Pretty good, written to a layman’s level. I’m only about halfway through the book. It seems like it relies quite a bit on the conventional wisdom (with which I disagree) regarding calories and fat, but the information about hormones and genetics is super-useful.

This made a little tear–just a little one—form in the corner of my eye.

The Life of Death from Marsha Onderstijn on Vimeo.

It may be a long time before I can determine whether Pence deserves his new nickname, “Thirty” Pence. Perhaps he was a traitor, but a Trump advisor says that Pence isn’t being replaced on the Trump potential 2024 ticket. But then, I’m still in the camp that believes that something major is going to pop way before 2024, and I’m not remotely interested in elections when they are so clearly illegitimate.

I know you know it, but masks don’t work.

I don’t know anybody who thinks porn is a good thing, but do you know that it has been purposefully used to tear apart your formerly Christian society? The degeneracy you see around you, the impotence of your culture, the darkness that is descending upon us is, as those who believe Christ must surely know, not an accident. Repent!

Study finds that “hate speech” doesn’t actually translate to real-world crimes. Duh. Here’s the actual study.

Got a new friend or internet acquaintance you’d like to vet quickly? Send them here. If they can’t do it, keep them at arms length, or farther. I’m considering making it a requirement for commenting on this blog.

Discerning people already know that people who play the victim do it to attain power over those around them. Cry-bullying offers huge “evolutionary” advantages. It’s so silly to put it in evolutionary terms, but that’s the world you live in at the moment. Which reminds me of how I recently noticed that a number of the secular people I read or listen to are now saying things like “evolved or created, whichever way you want to think of it” when they talk about physiology. It’s a good sign of the tides turning back in the direction of God and Truth, in my opinion.

Are the nations different and distinguishable from one another? Of course they are. It’s not racist to notice. It’s just globalists who want to eliminate our beautiful tapestry of differences. The Navy Made Me into a Race Realist.

And finally, an action item for you. Get in touch with your lawmakers and demand that they assert and protect the rights of Americans to buy and sell while retaining their bodily autonomy. No vaccine passports in our country. Does it do any good to try? I don’t know, but it’s what we can do right now. Do it!

Your turn. Drop anything the comments that you’d like to share. Link your own stuff. Don’t be shy!

Strange Things I Do

Whatever you do, don’t do normal.

Me (doing some breathing exercises): I’ll bet you wonder what I’m doing, huh?GAHusband: Nah. You’re always doing strange things like that. I’ve learned to ignore it.

The next time you go out in public, look closely at the people around you. If you’re anything like me, especially with all the masking nonsense, you have spent as little time around strangers as possible, but go spend some time paying attention to your neighbors’ faces.

Do these people look happy? Do they look well? Are they confident and relaxed? You can’t see their whole faces anymore (unless they’re non-maskers), but look at their eyes. Are they bright and focused? What percentage of those people look to have a healthy BMI? How many are using store-provided motorized chairs because they’re too fat to walk the whole store? How many have a healthy tone to their skin instead of an inflamed, puffy face, or that acne-pitted, greyish pallor that I’ve come to call vegan-pox?

Maybe it’s the region I live in, or the fact that I don’t frequent the same places the presumably healthier upper classes do, but the people I see are, for the most part, pretty unhealthy looking. Even the young ones are, at best, borderline overweight, except for the occasional rail-thin child who looks like she’s starving. I live in a college town, so you’d think I’d see a lot of fit young specimens, but even that demographic (barring the athletes) has weak posture, loads of extra fat, and a sour-puss countenance. I see the walking dead all around me! When I see someone who looks happy, hale, and hearty, I take notice, because it is becoming increasingly rare.

Normality is, in this degenerate age, a horrible place to allow yourself to live. So, yes, I do strange things all day long. As I’ve mentioned ad nauseum, I only eat meat. That is pretty strange, though it’s catching on. But there’s so much more to health, y’all. It gets very strange around here.

I tape my mouth shut. My three year old recently told her grandfather “Mommy puts tape over her mouth when she exercises.” He laughed, and thought she was just being silly until I told him that it’s true. Then he really laughed. He’s been trying to get me to shut my mouth since I was a wee lass. I often tape my mouth shut when I’m sleeping, too. Breathing through your nose is a big deal, so I’m trying to mend my mouth-breathing ways. If I had any sense at all, I’d tape it shut 24/7 so as to not only keep air from coming in that way, but to keep ill-advised words from coming out.

I brush my teeth with dirt. OK, it’s not just dirt. It’s bentonite clay and baking soda, plus some essential oils. I buy tooth powder from a local business makes non-toxic personal care products, but you could probably put together your own just as easily. Fluoride is a neurotoxin. I can’t find a commercial toothpaste that doesn’t have either flouride, or some sweetener that I prefer to avoid. Do a web search and you’ll find plenty of alternatives that are better for you.

I do breathing/breath-holding exercises. I recommend this for anybody who wants to be stronger generally, or who has anxiety or breathing problems.

I stop eating for days at a time. I fast regularly both as a spiritual discipline and for health reasons. I won’t say everybody should fast (people with eating disorders, for instance, could run into trouble here), but most of us can certainly benefit from it, both materially and spiritually. The leaner I get, though, the shorter these fasts have become.

I work out on a regular basis. “Come on, now!” you’re thinking. “That isn’t strange!” Isn’t it, though? Of your closest acquaintances, how many even make a habit of taking a brisk walk every day, let alone working up a sweat and intentionally making things sore? Yes, this is a strange thing to do, at least in my social circle. People try, or claim to, but it never seems to stick.

I take freezing cold showers. We have well-water, and we live at a high elevation, so this is a pretty extreme thing to do. The water gets really stinking cold here. Cold showers have a two-fold benefit. The first of these is that you have to conquer your love of comfort to put yourself into a near-freezing stream or tub of water. The second is that getting your shiver on is good for you. Exposure to cold helps turn your dormant white fat into energy-burning brown fat, so it can help achieve and maintain a healthy weight. I do it before bedtime, and I believe it helps me reach deep sleep quickly. It is also a quick way lower your blood glucose, should you need to do that. I wore a Nutrisense CGM for three months and consistently watched my sugar drop by 20-30 points every time I took a cold shower. I’m going to try to find a way to get colder water, like ice baths, come summer, but even a cool shower in the summer does a pretty good job.

I actively seek difficulty. I’m always looking for something hard to do–something at which I will likely experience failure. This might be the strangest thing of all. It seems counter-productive to embrace the possibility of failure, rather than success, doesn’t it? But I’ve found that I can’t grow at all if I’m not willing to bring myself to the point of abject failure in whatever I’m doing. Right now I’m taking piano lessons, for example. I feel like I’m failing at it just about every day, but as I fail, over and over, I become humble enough to get Self out of the way and learn. I fail UP. Hopefully, eventually, I’ll achieve some level of success. I’m never going to be a classical pianist, no matter how much my daydreaming self would like that to happen. But the fact that I can never be what I wish I was will not prevent me from becoming something better than I am currently.

I’m considering entering a race this year, as well. I am not going to win that race. At five feet tall, and 41 years old, I’m not going to find myself miraculously at the front of that pack. Not by a longshot. But I will beat my former self, who has never done such a thing, and I will do it in public, to add an interesting stressor that I’ve never experienced before.

Whether it’s taking up a new musical instrument far past an age where such things come easily, or starting a pie-in-the-sky business (I’ve got dreams there, too), or entering a competition of some kind, we should always be looking for the next thing that will kick our butts. We stagnate so easily, especially as we get older and start thinking of ourselves as settled, rather than growing. No matter how old you are, you should be getting unsettled frequently. “I might fail” should never be an excuse, but a goad to get you going.

So, yes. I am always doing strange things. As I told GAHusband not too long ago, I’m going from strength to strength, while everybody around me is getting weaker and weaker. It’s not because I am myself extraordinary, but because I’m willing to do extraordinary things in order to escape the gravitational pull of normalcy.

Weakness is normal. Be weird.

 

 

Carnivore Forever?

How long will I continue to eat this way?

Life without cake. Life without spinach. Life without quinoa. Dreary, dreary life without chocolate. Can a person really be happy like this? Health considerations aside (for just a moment), who wants to go through life without tasty treats? Or…spinach? I’ll bet I get a few takers on that one, at least. I made a great vegan lasagna, once upon a time. I used to break out in a rash on my hands every time I’d squeeze the water out of the cooked spinach for the filling. You’d think that would have been a clue that something about spinach wasn’t agreeing with me, wouldn’t you? I have no trouble saying no to spinach these days.

But what does it take to get kicked out of the carnivore club? Do I still get to call myself a carnivore if I eat chocolate on my birthday? Because I did that. I had several plant foods at Thanksgiving. Some pickles worked their way into the deviled eggs on our anniversary. I had a piece of keto cake on my Dad’s birthday, too, because sometimes you just need to be part of the celebration. So I’m not really a carnivore! Oh, gosh. My self-image is in ruins. Shawn Baker will never let me look at his website again.

Carnivore is where I live. Every normal day, and that is probably something like 350 days of the year, I eat only meat and eggs. I visit other places sometimes. For instance, nobody will ever come between me and that first perfectly juicy pear of the season. I’m going to eat that. It’s not going to harm me.

There are a lot of people who come to the carnivore way of eating because they can’t handle even a slight taste of sweetness. They are carb-addicted, and meat is the only safe food for them. The only way to defeat carbohydrate addiction is with a super-strict approach that leaves no room for cheats and treats. I have never had that particular problem, I’m grateful to report. I’ve always been able to put that last piece of pie into the trash because that’s where extra pieces of pie belong. Other people I know can’t even sleep knowing that there’s an extra piece of pie in the house that hasn’t been eaten yet. I can go months at a time without even a single sweet thing, but eating a blueberry or a spoonful of honey (which one might argue is still an animal product, and thus carnivore) won’t throw me out of my healthy place, so it’s cool if I let that food into my diet sometimes.

There are people who will have to go the rest of their lives with zero plants consumed. Even a green vegetable will set off that longing for more carbs. I believe, based on all my research and the hundreds of stories that I’ve heard so far, that they will thrive that way. I could, myself, be perfectly healthy and happy that way. But I am perfectly healthy and happy with the occasional treat, too.

But if I can have these things from time to time, why not work them in regularly? Isn’t this overly strict, and bordering on weird? Maybe. I’m not ready to say yet just how long I’ll go from today until my next helping of plant matter. It will almost certainly be weeks. It could be months. It could be years! I don’t mind being strict and weird, as long as I’m doing what’s best for me at the moment.

There are many, many plants that I will never consume again, barring a SHTF situation where starvation is the alternative. Most of the plants we think of as staple foods are, in fact, harmful to me (and to a lot of other people who haven’t realized it yet). I’ll never choose to eat the things that give me boils, make me wheeze, or exacerbate my auto-immune disease. Dairy, unfortunately, is included in that group of foods, so it’s not even just plants.

The main reason I stick so contentedly to my carnivore plan is that it’s easier for me to keep a short list of what I can eat than a long list of what I can’t. I could have a few more foods with no harm, but I find that when I start to include, say, asparagus, pretty soon lemons will sneak into a recipe, then some mushrooms, or some other food I’d forgotten I shouldn’t have. Before I know it, I’m tired of thinking through my options at every meal, so I get careless. My eczema gets cranked up to 11, my thyroid symptoms are getting worse, and I have no idea which thing that I ate is causing me to feel so gassy and bloated.

I’m a busy woman with lots to think about every day. I don’t have the mental energy required to be that hyper-vigilant about my food just for the sake of a little variety in flavor.

So, for a slightly looser version of carnivore than many may need, this will almost certainly be the way I eat forever. Maybe someday, when I’m 100 and feel like the end can’t be much farther away, I’ll chow down on some pizza and beer and just have a great blow-out at the very end. But I doubt that. Even a centenarian values her future if she’s wise. Who knows? I might live to be 105 or 110. I want to feel as good as possible until the day I die, and I want that day to be as far away as possible.

Meat is what will achieve those goals for me, so that’s what I’ll keep doing.

 

Friday Links

Gosh, I guess I forgot to do this for a couple of weeks. We’ve been doing the first-of-the-year homeschool grind. It’s tough to get my nose off the grindstone to mind my other businesses. The house, also, is a mess.

Some of the links will be a little bit older, but there will be plenty of them!

I hope I get a front-row seat to whatever God is about to do to the House of Representatives:

I always wanted to think Bill Barr was a white hat. I knew he didn’t act like one most of the time, but you just want a guy who plays the bagpipes to be a good guy. Well, he ain’t. He doesn’t play them very well, anyway.

I haven’t used it a whole lot yet, but this new search engine, Presearch, looks promising.

Local officials really ought to be doing things like this more often:
Newton County Will Arrest “Feds” That Violate 2nd Amendment

Texas official issues ‘peace’ warrants for Biden, Fauci ahead of president’s trip

The best thing you can do, short of running for office yourself (which is a good idea if you have even a tiny bit of that kind of courage), is contact your sheriff and ask him if he is a Constitutional Sheriff. Make sure you get that link to him. Print off the pages and tape them to his forehead. Send it as a singing telegram. Do whatever you have to do. This is a great movement. Climb aboard and save your county.

I’m not a “highly trained athlete”, merely a home-training and pretty fit woman, but this paper does explain why I’m not remotely worried about my “high” cholesterol. Naturally, I hang my hat on more than one study. That’s just the latest I’ve seen.

Doesn’t it just chafe your bottom that Trump never got his simple, back-of-a-postcard tax system? Because he should have, and here’s why he didn’t. Well, that, and government really enjoys stomping on us whatever ways they can.

Read this and share this with your teens, if you allow them to have any social interaction online at all. How Good Catholic Teens are Getting Groomed by Online Predators (Prods, too.)

Ten Fake News Tactics you need to be aware of. I’ve heard of Corey’s Digs on other people’s channels, but only recently really started following her. It was mistake not looking into her earlier. The gal is a gold-miner. You should check her out, both on her website, and on YouTube.

MA Climate Czar Says the Quiet Part Out Loud: We Must “Break Your Will” 

I’ve been preaching the ills of seed oils for a while. Here’s yet another horrifying effect they have in the body. Get the seed oils out of your life. Here’s a mayonnaise recipe to help with that. Look at that beautiful, thick white-people food:

clean mayoAs I heard someone else say the other day, I am a white-enthusiast. That is love for my own people (who are a subset of “white”, anyway), and a perfectly normal human instinct. We should all love our own people, starting with our families.

This is hate:

 

If you’re on board with the idea of eliminating sex trafficking (and who ain’t?), here’s a website that can train you to recognize the signs of what is probably going on around you all the time, but which you haven’t discerned. Be on watch.

And finally, I’d love it if you’d join me on MeWe for my blog group, or for my UNbroken health-focused group. I’m not sure the platform will remain unconverged, but for now, it’s a pretty good place for a group to chat, if we can only get more people there.

Happy Friday, everybody! Blogging may be light for a while. I have company coming, and homesteading to play at.

Drop any links you’d like to share in the comments.  

 

 

Homemade CLEAN Mayo

Do you hate it as much as I do when a blogger posts seventeen paragraphs of text before giving you the recipe? Here ya go. Scroll on down for the blog post, if you care for it:

Clean Keto Mayonnaise

A healthy mayo that uses no seed oils or sugar
Prep Time5 mins
Course: Condiment
Keyword: keto

Equipment

  • Immersion blender

Ingredients

Instructions

  • Add all ingredients except coconut oil to a wide mouthed glass jar (or whatever you'd like to store your mayo in).
  • Slowly drizzle the coconut oil into the rest of the ingredients as you blend with your immersion blender.

Notes

This recipe doubles easily. 
You can add any number of herbs and spices to this to punch it up even more. 

Anybody can make mayonnaise, and from almost any oil. It’s not even hard, so why doesn’t everybody do it? Well, the devil is in the details. With most mayos, you have to choose two of the following three things: healthy fat, great taste, pleasant mouthfeel. You’ll be glad to hear that I’ve exorcised this particular demon for you, so you can now have the best possible mayonnaise, without compromising your health.

Most any mayo you find in the grocery store, even the ones that tout their use of healthy fruit oils like olive or avocado, still use canola or soybean oil as their base. You can get a few clean brands (Primal Kitchen is pretty good), but they cost so much it’s hard to stomach the purchase. They also don’t taste as good as this mayo does, in my opinion.

There’s a good reason for the use of seed oils in mainstream mayonnaises, beyond their cheapness. It is just really hard to emulsify animal fats into a properly textured mayonnaise. Olive oil has a whang to it that makes it less than desirable for that particular application, and avocado oil is even more expensive. Also, a lot of people are allergic to avocados.

A lot of carnivores love bacon grease mayo. I don’t care for either the taste or the texture. Some use lard, barely melted on the stove, but I don’t like the texture of that, either. Good coconut oil is too solid for the job.

But we really like our mayonnaise around here. So what to do?

I have found just one product that I can both afford and that gives the flavor and mouthfeel of the very best mayonnaise. It’s a liquid coconut oil from Carrington Farms. (I don’t receive any compensation from my links. I just like the product.) One bottle, costing less than $12 gives me about 4 cups of mayonnaise, which makes it a sight less expensive than the paleo-type mayo that you find in the store for $12 a pint.

I can’t personally consume it because coconut oil taken internally gives me a rash, but Get Along Husband and the kids love it. I hope you enjoy it, too!