Willful Blindness

Something worth viewing.

This is an extract from North’s recent article on Fukushima (Based on Lew’s article, which is based on the original article at Independent Australia).

From the original article is this:

Prime Minister Abe recently passed a law that any reporter who told the truth about the situation could be gaoled for ten years. In addition, doctors who tell their patients their disease could be radiation related will not be paid, so there is an immense cover-up in Japan as well as the global media.

This didn’t surprise North: it surprised and disgusted me, but I don’t claim to be well-versed in government darkness, perversions, and the epic seas of lies they prefer to create and dwell in… while spewing contempt on the peons below them.

“Keeping them in ignorance helps keep us – and our wealthy friends – in comfort.”

Another home truth he taught me in the article: ‘the bigger the disaster, the less the accountability.’ No one in Japan has the money to fix this: there is no way to fix the problem: so, nothing will be done.

The aging white-collar criminals, whose actions directly led to this disaster, will die in comfort, without even financial losses or public shame. The government will see to that.

The same thing happened when Communism finally died in the Soviet Union: most (quite likely all) of the killers and the traitors and the liars simply walked away. To do a true judicial review and punish all the evildoers – and there were millions of them – would involve no less than a civil war.

(And as even I would grant, a new Russian civil war over old evils will resolve and restore nothing.

But at least there were some acts of symbolic justice & restitution in Russia. At least sin was called by its right name, opening the door for forgiveness.

Not so in Japan: even to talk about the crime is a punishable offense, as the wicked must be protected, after they gain a certain  level of power and wealth (and/or if their crime is large and disastrous enough.)

Yeah, Japan is rather satanic… but it ain’t the only nation, with an elite eager to suppress the truth and evade justice. Not by a long shot.)

If the evil is big enough, the wicked laugh and walk away, “as the price is just too big for us to pay!” and the government judges, as complicit in the evil as their buddy in the dock is, give liberty to the criminal, pain and punishment to the victim (and to those who stand with him.)

Fortunately, even when there isn’t even token justice on earth, there is genuine justice from God.

But there is a huge price to be paid for simply letting evil triumph, without even a word said in reply.

True: it will be largely paid for by the innocent, here on Earth.

And yet, I think that the prices the innocent will pay will diminish over time, and a technological solution will be found to remove radiation from the land and the soil. But the cost to implement it will be quite high.

Moreover, as I believe in heaven and hell, the New Creation and the Lake of Fire, the evil act itself will definitely be paid for by the wicked: and you can’t buy or lie or murder your way to salvation.

Much to the regret to Communist and Fascist and Muslims everywhere.

(… and even some Christians — yes, even Christian Conservatives — who really should know the character of the God they claim to worship.)

But finally, a warning to the peons like you and me.

If God is able to bring judgement on the powerful and wicked — and He is (and He will do even more so, after their death, assuming they don’t find refuge in the blood of Christ) — then He can definitely bring judgement on the heads of small, comparatively poor, politically unimportant peons as well.

Our sins may be small in our eyes, but not in God’s eyes.

So let us repent of them, as small evil peons will roast in hell and the Lake of Fire, as surely as mighty evil overlords will.

There is no partiality before Christ’s holy eyes… which hates ALL wickedness, be it small or great.

And of course, willful blindness will merely insure your condemnation,
not your safety!


The Last Jedi

I am currently reading Suzannah Rowntree’s Millennials in space! — A different take on The Last Jedi.

Not bad: she writes and thinks like a young believing Christian, rather than an aging cynic like me.

We need more of this: Christians who see what’s before their eyes, instead of what’s in their own mind.

I might give The Last Jedi a look-see after all!

(I especially admire her comparison of the prideful and secretly corrupt Jedi Order and the prideful and not-so-secretly corrupt institutional Church…)

A Bad Day in Jail

From Quora:

Does a single day in jail psychologically scar you for life?

Olsa Lea

I was in jail from Friday night – Sunday night.

I wasn’t a trouble-maker. I was teaching and administrating at a respected school.

I merely had some friendly drinks and dinner with some friends. I drove just a few blocks away then decided I wanted to quickly pull to the side of the road to safely send a text before finishing my drive home.

At 2:00 am on a WIDE road with practically no one driving by, I figured it wasn’t necessary for me to park perfectly since I was about to leave shortly anyway. I was about a foot away from the curb, half on red.

Immediately after sending the text I looked up to see flashing lights behind me. They questioned why I was parked awkwardly and if I had any drinks. “Yes, just a bit. I was having dinner with friends.” (In California, it’s apparently legal to refuse a sobriety test but I just did it assuming if I follow the rules and answer honestly, they’ll go easy on me.) Well to my surprise I hit the illegal limit EXACTLY to the point.

Handcuffs were on and next thing I know I’m in this cold brick building. Keep in mind it’s summer and I was dressed as any other sassy mid-20 year old would dress – in shorts and a thin top ready to hit the town.

They sat me in an isolated cell as they stated that they would give me a few hours to sober up so I could drive home and deal with the court orders as they arrive in a few days. A few hours had passed and there I was shivering in a filthy cold brick cell with my knees to my chest – teeth ACTUALLY chattering. “Please, can someone give me socks or a blanket. I’m so cold. Also, may I please know the status of my identity check. I believe I’ll pass the sobriety test now and I will comply with the next steps in my legal processing.”

“Our system is down. You have to wait. No, we have no blankets. That’s it. STOP ASKING.”

This series of questions happened a few times in a row after a few hours in a row.

I was then moved to another cell block with another young woman arrested for a DUI… & more. I learned that she was cheating on her boyfriend that night. The man she was cheating with drove her car into oncoming traffic then tried to drive off but was chased. For hours, I heard her trying to call her boyfriend for the limited minutes we had, “NAH, BOO. I’m so sorry! I wasn’t cheating! I love you! I’m sorry.”

This was around the first time that I saw a clock so I assumed 2–3 days had passed. I had no idea and anytime I asked the guards what day it was they told me to, “Shut up & wait!”

No windows.

Food that looked like it had sat out and old for days.

Still cold. Flesh is numb. Feet are dirty.

Dirty toilet about a foot above ground in the corner.. out in the open.. in front of everyone.

Toilet paper sprawled across the dirty piss & shit floor.

I finally realize I can’t hold my pee in anymore so I squat embarrassed, defeated, and small. I don’t even bother wiping lest I get an infection.

Still no blankets or socks. I try to cover myself with another cot. They don’t care. The cold and loss of time douses me into countless hours of sleep. Periodically I wake, “Excuse me, guard. I understand the systems are down but is there a manual way to confirm my identity as I’ve been here longer than I was informed. I can give you phone numbers, addresses, etc.”


I wake up periodically to the sound of an elder woman yelling in pain a few cells away, “You pigs don’t understand I have an addiction! I need meth. Even just a little! You’re actually killing me. This hurts so bad. Someone just please understand! Helppppppp!!! Heellllpppp me!!!”

Guards: “SHUT THE FUCK UP!!”

I felt like cattle. They didn’t care about us. We were numbers they laughed at. They didn’t care about my background. They didn’t care about who I was. Their chests puffed up laughing at us as they passed each cell – I thought to myself, “You have no real education. You do not understand you are actually killing and torturing that woman who has an addiction. I don’t care how foolish you think she is. You think you’re better than her. You’re making sure she knows that. I’ve never witnessed anything so cruel! You don’t know her story, how hard her life may have been. Nor do you care I’m a teacher and my entire career can be ruined. You don’t care to ask. I used to respect the police. I used to defend them whenever anyone said, ‘Fuck the police!’ I used to defend their order, protection, and efforts…..Now…. I began to say,….. ‘FUCK the police.’”

But I stayed quiet. All these thoughts kept to myself. Trying to remain a respectful woman so I could be let out as soon as possible.

They move me to another cell now with a multitude of women. Mostly prostitutes gleefully chatting away to my astonishment. This is their norm, their territory. One looks freshly pregnant as if she just had a baby. She shits on the toilet and groans.

One beautiful young 20′ something says, “I’ve always wanted a white wedding. No one will marry me now since I’ve been hoe’in.”

I thought quietly to myself, “Yes, they will. You’re beautiful. You poor thing… I’m sorry you’re not told you can turn your life around in here.”

Another beautiful young 20′ something says, “Shit, my feet ain’t dirty. That means I ain’t made no money & that’s what they don’t understand. Once I get out, my feet gon’ be dirty.”

I laid on a dirty cot toward the ice cold wall trying to sleep again. I now think 4 days have passed. I wonder why these poor souls are returned to shit and piss ice cages again and again and again – instead of being referred to employment, education, or therapy. That’s what a truly caring community would do for their citizens in need, right?

Finally, the sweet darling prostitutes manage to get me to speak. “Why are you here?” I told them the whole story to which they said, “Girl, they say that to everyone! That’s just how they make more money. Here, call this number. They will confirm your identity. You’ll be out in minutes.”

I called. I was out in minutes. It was an external agency free of cost that helps people like myself without a criminal background get out of unusual circumstances.

Immediately upon release, I think it’s Monday morning – time for my class. I text my manager and apologize profusely saying there’s a family emergency which is why I didn’t call earlier to say I wasn’t going to make it. Oddly, she said, “Hmm..ok. That’s fine.”

I walk outside. It’s night time. WHAT? What time/day is it?

Still mentally dazed I double-check my phone, it’s Sunday night. My friend picks me up holding a bag of popcorn and I scarf my first real meal down in days.

I learned not to judge that day. I earned more compassion and respect for the prostitutes – than the police who were supposed to share my legal rights with me but did not… all so they could feel powerful. And if the prostitues were right, for money. I was never certain about that part – but I was certain that the guards cared less if I fell ill or died.


** I understand not all police are like this and I applaud those who are not. I was deeply surprised to see my defense of the system destroyed by this experience.

** I take responsibility for drinking and driving, regardless. I do realize that was selfish even if it was a moderate amount. I now uber whenever I drink.

** I love and respect misunderstood souls. You are all valuable to me.

Just some minor notes:

  • Drunk driving shouldn’t even be a crime, biblically speaking. If you impact or hurt someone or someone’s property, you have o pay it back. But merely being drunk is not an issue. So, people should be allowed to drive slowly, or just park somewhere.
    • (Also, it’s much safer than making it illegal, and so encouraging people to quickly drive home.)
  • There shouldn’t even be a prison system in a Christian society. You pay your debts, and go most of the time. Sometimes, the payment required is your life… but human governments are not authorized to create an imitation of hell.
  • The state is not interested in justice: it is interested in power and money. Even Christian states should be carefully watched (or largely abolished: certainly, it should be minimized). As for secular states, which has no god above itself? The results speak for themselves
  • Finally, the current penal system exists primarily because Christians, especially those “God-fearing, law and justice” believers, deem it to be right and just.

    No, it isn’t.

    (Those Quakers who came up with the American origins of the prison system have a LOT to answer for!)

The Living and the Dead

Reflecting on a recent crackdown on Chinese churches — and how such things are less severe than before, when Marxism was a living religion — I notice a distinct lack of such crackdowns and punishments in the West.

But of course, secularist authorities beat down on living, active churches. If there isn’t a need for a scapegoat, they don’t bother with dead churches.

It’s far more amusing, getting these churches to beg and crawl and do tricks for treats from the hand of their real master, the one they actually obey.

Simpering Cowards

Just a reprint from The New Atheists Are Simpering Cowards

Nietzsche was wrong and tragic and, in the end, insane. But at least he was brave and honest. Brave enough to stare into the abyss and honest enough to report back what he saw there. He would be disgusted by the puerile, simpering cowardice that characterizes atheism in the 21st century.

In Beyond Good and Evil Nietzsche writes of those who have cast off the restraints and bonds of the past: “Need I say expressly after all this that they will be free, VERY free spirit . . .” And from their vantage point of freedom these new philosophers will look down with contempt on those who espouse the ideals of Christianity and liberal democracy:

What [those espousing love and the equality of man] would fain attain with all their strength, is the universal, green-meadow happiness of the herd, together with security, safety, comfort, and alleviation of life for everyone, their two most frequently chanted songs and doctrines are called “Equality of Rights” and “Sympathy with All Sufferers”—and suffering itself is looked upon by them as something which must be done away with. We opposite ones, however, who have opened our eye and conscience to the question how and where the plant “man” has hitherto grown most vigorously, believe that this has always taken place under the opposite conditions, that for this end the dangerousness of his situation had to be increased enormously, his inventive faculty and dissembling power (his “spirit”) had to develop into subtlety and daring under long oppression and compulsion, and his Will to Life had to be increased to the unconditioned Will to Power—we believe that severity, violence, slavery, danger in the street and in the heart, secrecy, stoicism, tempter’s art and devilry of every kind,—that everything wicked, terrible, tyrannical, predatory, and serpentine in man, serves as well for the elevation of the human species as its opposite . . . such kind of men are we, we free spirits!

Nietzsche identifies two types of moralities: The Master-Morality, which he advances as superior, and the Slave-Morality, which he despises. To understand what Nietzsche is saying it is important to keep in mind what he means be the words “master” and “slave.” He is not talking about institutional slavery. When he uses the word master, he means the natural aristocrat, the strong man, the one who has the ability to impose his will. When he uses the word “slave,” he means simply the opposite of master, the natural servant, the weak man, the one who if nature were to take her course would serve the master. He describes the Master-Morality as follows:

The noble type of man regards HIMSELF as a determiner of values; he does not require to be approved of; he passes the judgment: “What is injurious to me is injurious in itself;” he knows that it is he himself only who confers honour on things; he is a CREATOR OF VALUES. He honours whatever he recognizes in himself: such morality equals self-glorification. . . . one may act towards beings of a lower rank, towards all that is foreign, just as seems good to one, or “as the heart desires,” and in any case “beyond good and evil”

In contrast to master-morality, slaves attempt to alleviate their condition by inducing the natural aristocracy voluntarily to cede their birthright, their right to impose their will on those who are too weak to resist:

It is otherwise with the second type of morality, SLAVE-MORALITY. Supposing that the abused, the oppressed, the suffering, the unemancipated, the weary, and those uncertain of themselves should moralize, what will be the common element in their moral estimates? Probably a pessimistic suspicion with regard to the entire situation of man will find expression, perhaps a condemnation of man, together with his situation. The slave has an unfavourable eye for the virtues of the powerful; . . . THOSE qualities which serve to alleviate the existence of sufferers are brought into prominence and flooded with light; it is here that sympathy, the kind, helping hand, the warm heart, patience, diligence, humility, and friendliness attain to honour; for here these are the most useful qualities, and almost the only means of supporting the burden of existence.

Nietzsche is especially contemptuous of democracy, which is the political expression of slave morality, and Christianity, the religion by which slaves conquered their masters. For Nietzsche nature is cruel and indifferent to suffering, and that cruel indifference is a good thing. The strong rule the weak and that is as it should be. And why should the strong rule the weak? Because that is the natural order of things of course. In a world where God is dead, objective morality is merely an illusion slaves have foisted on masters as a sort of self-defense mechanism.

When Nietzsche urges us to go beyond good and evil, he is urging us to recognize the implications of God’s death for morality. God is the only possible source of transcendent objective moral norms. If God does not exist then neither do transcendent objective moral norms. And if transcendent objective moral norms do not exist, neither do “good” and “evil” in the traditional senses of those words. There is only a perpetual battle of all against all, and “good” is a synonym for prevailing in that battle, and “evil” is a synonym for losing. In the story of the madman Nietzsche explored the profound loss felt at the demise of our comforting God-myth:

Have you not heard of that madman who lit a lantern in the bright morning hours, ran to the market place, and cried incessantly: “I seek God! I seek God!” — As many of those who did not believe in God were standing around just then, he provoked much laughter. Has he got lost? asked one. Did he lose his way like a child? asked another. Or is he hiding? Is he afraid of us? Has he gone on a voyage? emigrated? — Thus they yelled and laughed.

The madman jumped into their midst and pierced them with his eyes. “Whither is God?” he cried; “I will tell you. We have killed him — you and I. All of us are his murderers. But how did we do this? How could we drink up the sea? Who gave us the sponge to wipe away the entire horizon? What were we doing when we unchained this earth from its sun? Whither is it moving now? Whither are we moving? Away from all suns? Are we not plunging continually? Backward, sideward, forward, in all directions? Is there still any up or down? Are we not straying, as through an infinite nothing? Do we not feel the breath of empty space? Has it not become colder? Is not night continually closing in on us? Do we not need to light lanterns in the morning? Do we hear nothing as yet of the noise of the gravediggers who are burying God? Do we smell nothing as yet of the divine decomposition? Gods, too, decompose. God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him.

“How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives: who will wipe this blood off us? What water is there for us to clean ourselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we have to invent? Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must we ourselves not become gods simply to appear worthy of it? There has never been a greater deed; and whoever is born after us — for the sake of this deed he will belong to a higher history than all history hitherto.”

Here the madman fell silent and looked again at his listeners; and they, too, were silent and stared at him in astonishment. At last he threw his lantern on the ground, and it broke into pieces and went out.

I feel like my ears are going to bleed at the bleating of the new atheists who write in these pages. They go on and on and on and on about how morality is rooted in empathy and the avoidance of suffering. Nietzsche would have spit his contempt on them, for they are espousing the “herd animal” Christian slave-morality he disdained and which, ironically, they claim to have risen above. How many times have the atheists insisted, “we are just as ‘good’ as you”? Why have they failed to learn from Nietzsche that “good” means nothing. Why do they insist that they conform to a standard that they also insist does not exist?

The answer to these questions is the same: They refuse to acknowledge the conclusions that are logically compelled by their premises. And why do they refuse? Because they are simpering cowards.

I can respect while disagreeing with a man like Nietzsche, a man who follows his premises where they lead, even if they lead to asking questions such as “Is there still any up or down? Are we not straying, as through an infinite nothing? Do we not feel the breath of empty space? Has it not become colder? Is not night continually closing in on us?” I have nothing but contempt for smiley-faced, weak-kneed, milquetoast atheism that insists that God is dead and all is well because we are just as nice as you.

The editor of Uncommon Descent does a good job, of conveying the comprehensive disgust I have with our Insipid Masters.

(And an interesting follow-up can be found here.)

But why are Christians enslaved to such repulsive degenerates?

It is because Christians refuse to bend our knee to God’s Law — to love it and uphold it. That’s why.

We refuse to even to cry out in sorrow for our failure to uphold His Word: if we admitted our fault in truth, God would heal and restore us.

But we refuse, because as a nation, as a church, we have turned our backs to Him, preferring to whore ourselves with smiling, thieving, murderous politicians (conservative or liberal).

And so we beg for scraps before inferiors, begging for the bread we have grown.

We crawl before cowards, because to throw off their yoke we must accept the yoke of Christ – the COMMAND to OBEY HIM – and that, we in the West simply will not do.

“Better the chains of filthy dogs and diseased whores instead!” cries out the solid majority of laymen and pastors alike.

Bad call.

But then again, we have no right to despise the rule of cowards… if we insist on being cowards ourselves. If we find our own skins far too valuable, to risk in fighting the wicked.

But as for the cowardly, the faithless, the detestable, as for murderers, the sexually immoral, sorcerers, idolaters, and all liars, their portion will be in the lake that burns with fire and sulfur, which is the second death.” — Revelation 21:8, ESV.
(The bold is mine, naturally)

Intergalactic Colonization

Of course, as I assume that there are no other lifeforms out there  beyond Earth — besides God, angels and demons, of course — I say the entire observable universe is ours to take.

And moreover, we should take it.

Because as it stands today — assuming a nearly completely dead universe — the bacteria on the walls of my room has more real significance than the billions and billions of dead stars in the Lynx Supercluster.

And I don’t believe in letting that much unclaimed wealth and land, that much energy and potential, simply lie there and go to waste.

That ain’t the way this universe works.

At least, not if God grants me any say about it!

The Good Old Days

From Quora:

Why do people back in the 1940s and 1950s seem so much more well mannered and classier than people today?

Steve Dutch, Visited every state and more than half the COUNTIES in the U.S.

Because it was all a sham, a facade. I am 70, and remember the 1950’s fairly well. Many of the responses here would have you believe society was in some golden age of civility and rectitude. In fact, it was a cesspool. It was great if you were a white male. You could kill a black man or rape a black woman with near-total impunity over much of the country. If you were a woman, you could be a mommy, a nurse, a teacher, a secretary or a telephone operator. I once met a woman who commanded the Space Shuttle and another who led a Mars Rover team. I happen to think that is a huge improvement in society.

But you didn’t hear about child molestation back then. No, you didn’t hear about it. Because victims knew perfectly well what would happen to them if they told anyone.

Novelist Graham Greene, writing about child actress Shirley Temple, nailed the mentality of the times perfectly with:

“Her admirers – middle-aged men and clergymen – respond to her dubious coquetry, to the sight of her well-shaped and desirable little body, packed with enormous vitality, only because the safety curtain of story and dialogue drops between their intelligence and their desire.”

Shirley Temple: the superstar who had her childhood destroyed by Hollywood

Another case that’s become fairly notorious is that of Lauren Chapin, of Father Knows Best, who was a victim of childhood sexual abuse.

You know all those cases of aging clergymen being accused as pedophiles way back when? Do the math. It didn’t happen in the drug-addled Sixties. And you can bet it was way worse back when clergy were all but untouchable.

That “golden age” was the very embodiment of Matthew 23:27: “You are like whitewashed tombs, which look beautiful on the outside but on the inside are full of the bones of the dead and everything unclean.”

A measure of the extent of the hypocrisy is that when people began challenging traditional sexual norms in the 1960’s, the whole system popped like a soap bubble. Because nobody actually believed in it to begin with. Comedian Pat Paulsen ran a joke Presidential campaign on the TV show “The Smothers Brothers” and one of his campaign speeches said “Let’s get sex out of the schools and back in the motels where it belongs.”

Don’t give me any crap about the “Good Old Days.” The “Good Old Days” are right now.

All quite true, and it’s good that someone who was there spoke up about it.

However: even without Mr. Dutch’s testimony, you could intuit fairly easily the falsity of the Good Old Days argument.

(Falsity from the Christian perspective, that is.

If you were identified primarily as an American white man — that is, interested in power and prestige, and not that airy-fancy issues like justice, righteousness, and the universal Law-Word of Christ — it was indeed the Good Old Days.

Just as golden, and just as dead, as the 1950s similarly were for a Russian Marxist, or the 1750s for a French aristocrat, or the 1400s were for a Catholic bishop.)

How could you sniff it out?

Simple: if the 1950s were so righteous, that culture would not merely have survived until today: it would have grown unstoppable, and dominated everything and everyone. God blesses the righteous: they multiply, and grow in power.

But He damns frauds and fakes, especially those who blaspheme His Name, using His Truth to merely enrich and empower themselves.

He’s much rather shatter His Church — and have it go through all the pain it is suffering today (as it’s just wages for its failure to obey Him) — than let such repulsive injustice triumph.

So it was that God’s Temple in Jerusalem fell, twice, before a bunch of repulsive, murderous, and rapist pagans.

And so it is today.

As for today being “the Good Old Days”: obviously not. There’s far too much child-murder, ungodly delusions, centralized power, and corruption both at the top and at the bottom for these days, and this culture, and this people, and this economy to stand forever. Or even, I would say, 40 years.

I am confident that our laughing rulers of 2017 will hate the culture of 2077, as surely as the laughing masters of 1957 would hate today’s culture.

But in both situations, it would be just a case of wages earned.

Now, if you were to ask, “Is God’s law-word more prevalent now than in 1957?”, the answer is yes in many areas, but no in certain parts of Western culture. The main point being that  white men kill their own children and destroy their own future, instead of killing the adults and destroying the future of other races and nations. Marxists can’t go around killing millions in starvation and slavery, but can only eliminate their own young, and bust their own economies.

Black Americans are substantially more free (and, more to the point, far better armed) today than in the past. To a substantial and real degree, they are far more free now than in the past: and that is a good thing. But the end of the welfare state crutches is coming, and the hated child, now a scarred but living man, must earn his own living. All debts must be paid: not only the evil acts of white men, but the evil acts of black men, must be paid up.

(And certainly, with the illiteracy and violence of the Black Americans, they have their own sins they have inflicted on themselves that they must rectify. At the end of the day, Black American families are going to have to repent, or perish as a rebel and a suicide just as surely as White American families must repent, or perish as a rebel and a suicide. “One God, One Law… and One Sword.”)

The Secularist God-State is still as intensely morally corrupt now as ever: but it’s a limp-wristed kind of corruption. In Stalin’s day, the first man to stop clapping after the mandatory spew of a pack of 2+2=5 lies was sent to the Gulag: now, if a teacher refuses to call a boy a girl, he is merely fired.

Even in Kabul, when the Iman lies about a woman and has her killed — as in the case of Farkhunda Malikzada — the women of the city are not silent. They protest, they demonstrate, they force the arrest of the police officers who did nothing as the young Muslim men kicked and beat her to death.

The old days… they ain’t coming back.

There is a stronger level of justice today, than in the past, everywhere in the world. (Yes, even starving Venezuela) And in time even the abortions will end — as the people who love to kill their own children get the non-future they so deeply desire — and the God-State (and all those who trust in it) is busted in bankruptcy and cultural disintegration.

And the information gatekeepers ain’t coming back.

The Good Old Days are a false illusion, with a lie woven right in the core assumption of that phrase.

The full blossoming of the Kingdom of God is set in the future, which we build today, learning from the victories and losses of the past.