If there was no hell, or if hell was no worse than living forever in a poor neighborhood,

where the roof leaks, and you constantly have to replace or repair things getting ripped off or busted up, how many people would even consider their state before the Lord?  Change is difficult, especially attitude change.  Maybe that's why the Lord warns us throughout Scripture...ya know, to motivate us to get over our pompous selves?  And as for hell not being in the Old Testament, even unedjamakated me knows, that horrible place was referred to as the "pit."  And by the way, hell is used several times in the Old Testament - in the non-watered down Bible, that is.   Yeah, there is a difference; a plant will grow okay in a plastic pot, but will grow better in a genuine clay one (and they're not available just any old where).

Anyway, as for (covertly) scowling down people for fearing the Lord, uhm, go have a coffee with King David.  Wanna run yer social-darwinistic I'm-ssso-educated flim-flam, try that one on King David.   Ya know, rat #1, while we're like somewhere in the 700 to 800-ish rank.   Oh, and by the way, even i have enough brains to know that in order to keep a nation strong, the ruler has to use his noggin.  Sure, he had advisors - yeah, advisors are like accountants...there's good ones, and there's...well good luck when the IRS pays a call.

Break's over.

Sunday at church, during prayer requests, Mike had voiced his observation that, just under the surface, people are angry. Got me to thinking,

in day-to-day encounters, guess he's right, but i notice passivity - anger under pretty-pics-on-farcebook wraps.  Did see a funny cartoon, where the aliens (evil angels) are coming out of a flying saucer, ray-guns in hand.  One alien says to the other (something like) "you're right, nobody's noticing."  All around them, people are walking around, their heads bowed, their eyes on their smart-phones.

Could it be, people are basically afraid to actually communicate, face-to-face, for more than two minutes?  Afraid they might express an opinion, a facet of their lives - afraid that even talking about the weather might get twisted?   Here's a scenario: a brief, face-to-face conversation between two people, standing near one of the flower beds out on the plaza.  They're looking at the plants, discussing what they are.  And the one, not really meaning nothing, says something about the marigolds not quite belonging with some fancy greenery (the greenery obviously did not come from dollar-world).  The conversation politely ends, someone is rather offended.  By the way, neither had planted so much as a blade of grass in that garden.

Can't help but to suspect fear - of being spotted as rat in 454th place, by rat who happens to be in 437th place...neh, neh, neh... Every car on the road is a late model.  Most shine, and don't have one single dent.  How do people keep up with the payments - along with everything else?   And many of these drivers are older people, people who've...well, maybe not - have outgrown the godda-have-a-muscle-car phase.

Well, it's late, and 5am comes early.

Can't blame the kids for having a chip...Anyway, it's break time, and a real quick post. Got here this morning and turned on the 'puter. An email from the big boss,

about covid.  Jacking him up and his wife also.  (Seems like marriage, especially long-term marriages, are generally a patrician thing...but that's another post.)  He was going on about how plans are getting axed because of covid.  He and his wife (a woman - have to specify this, in these twisted times) are cancelling their trip to south east europe, and some other big shin-dig they were planning - with a buncha dinner-party friends, i guess.  Well, reading this so-boomer email (the man is in his mid-60s), i was getting jealous...ya know, the couple has the disposable income to do stuff; they don't have to worry about getting snow tires - they just go get the premium ones.

Reading of this routinely prosperous lifestyle, into like the second sentence...that's when the Holy Spirit showed up.  Don't covet.  That's the voice of freedom.  While the world thinks yer a dirtbag, because yer not running the show, nor running from one soiree to another, the Lord doesn't impose statistically impossible standards on people.  Simply this:  there's a bunch of us workers, and only a few big-whigs.

The freedom the Holy Spirit offers, enables us workers to not only tell the green demon to begone, the freedom also enables jane-mailclerk to think well of big boss and his wife.  Hope they don't get tire trouble, that's no fun.

Children are not political statements - yeah, subject in a previous post. But heard it again last night,

from a father of eight, and i think the other father had five.  All good - provided (there's that dirty word again ;) the kids have space to spread out their math workbook and scratch papers.  Clutter-free space and plenty of paper to explore the equations...ya know, not just  the exact ones assigned.  Good luck with all that, in a trailer. 

So as not to offend, i lived in a trailer during my twenties - fine for mr, mrs, and baby, but when #2 comes along, it's time to call a realtor.  What the eight-ain't-quite-enough advocates aren't talking about is (and no big surprise) is, the many who grew up in those large families - and are actively,  noisily lugging around a gigantic chip on their shoulders.

Don't know anything about homeschool, or the quality of the text books.  All's i know is, if the  books teach reading, punctuation and algebra, the rest will happen for a student who wants to learn. 

Bus-stop ahead - and lots of mail is waiting to get sent.

Why Mr and Mrs Joe didn't go to the Trump rally. They both wanted to, but some issues:

Safety is one.  No, not the stupid virus - the couple are in their 30s.  What Joe was most concerned about was, could they wear their "make america great again" baseball caps, and not end up in the icu.  Joe is no pansy, but neither does he have the muscle to,  simultaneously, go up against a half dozen drugged-out thugs - waiting...before and after the event.

Getting there, and possibly staying over.  The couple live a few hours away from the stadium, and are not sure what restaurants, hotels, shopping places would be open.  A road trip is a mini-vaca, and vacas are special occasions for people who don't have a whole bunch of money.  In short, why spend money at a nice restaurant, only to see the steak dinners served on plastic plates?  What a let-down!  Would the couple be able to get a room for the night, if they so decide, and without alot of hassle?

In short, too many questions...meh, can't blame 'em for staying home, and working on whatever home-improvement project.

The lure...of a certain platform, to be heard, pics looked at...only natural - otherwise, why bother even hosting a site? Yeah but,

think i'll pass...wasn't just that coach, who got canned - not for roughing up a player who wasn't quite on the ball, and not for threatening a wally-world clerk - because the store was out of twinkies.  Nope, both the coach, and someone else (won't go into details) were let go for simply expressing an opinion.  Both opinions were not hateful; on the contrary, both people had expressed that "all lives matter." 

Anyway, that platform - which i heard, is like the number one way to bring people to your site - from what i gather, that platform follows you around - whether or not you're logged onto it.  Sort of thing gives me the willies.  It's just the idea...and frankly, if some power-that-be wants to follow me around, then i'll get over to the Hallmark (not discount world) and send that power a high-end sympathy card, along with a nice word-games book - a good one, one that's on decent paper.

i'm old enough to remember the early 1960s. Couldn't have been any older than five. One sunday morning,

Mom ran down to the gas station (perhaps for "$2 dollars worth."  Guess that put about a 4th a 24 gallon tank.  With four kids to clothe and feed, guess fill-er-up didn't happen too often.  Every sunday morning, either mom or dad would go for a paper.  My parents weren't into church - period.  i recall hearing on the (am) radio beautiful music and beautiful voices, and somehow knowing that lovely moment wouldn't last.

Mom changed the station; on that station, was another church service - maybe a song, or maybe a sermon.  Mom punched the small keyboard again, and found the one of two stations that, on Sunday morning, was neither playing church music nor a sermon/newscast.  Mom found a station playing (early) MoTown music.  Mom was never into either MoTown or Rock-and-roll;  she liked the easy listening music (Frank Sinatra and i guess Perry Como, and probably Ray Coniff).  But i guess MoTown was easier on the ear than a (KJB) hymn or sermon - which might have lasted the best end of an hour. 

What i clearly remember is, few retail businesses were open.  Drug stores (and probably the truck stop) and a few gas stations - which was where Mom had run in for that paper, and left the car running...with us kids in it.

Yeah, things have changed.  Funny isn't it.  When radio stations played hymns and sermons on Sunday mornings, the last thing a parent needed to worry about, was leaving the kids sit in the car by themselves for two minutes.

Co-exist? Can ya spell "broad road!" Don't want to go that way...Matthew 7:13-14 explains.

"Enter ye in at the strait gate: for wide is the gate, and broad is the way, that leadeth to destruction, and many there be which go in thereat:
Because strait is the gate, and narrow is the way, which leadeth unto life, and few there be that find it."

What's that? Some one out of five Episcopalians are agnostic/atheist? As if church-goer

is synonymous with (for-real) believer...uhm, didn't Paul the Apostle already go over this back in a.d. 70-something?  Said something to the effect that as soon as he left town, men would come in with a Christless agenda.  If i'm not mistaken, Paul warned his listeners several times, to be wary of brethren who aren't.  Oh, and let's not forget about Jeremiah; if i'm not mistaken, he walked all over town and couldn't find one believer - think it was only his servant, and the Ethiopian who got him out of that pit, that believed when Jeremiah spoke the Lord's Word.

But anyway, lots of people are really happy that the number of Christians has been steadily decreasing over the last 20-some years; think the stats say barely half the nation's population claim to be Christian.  And tthhhenn, it's reported that only one out of some six kids raised in the (Bible) churches continue as adults - most are long gone by their late teens.  Have seen it gleefully posted, atleast a few times, that in a few decades, the Christian faith will dissapear.

Guess they never noticed the word, "remnant."  Bible says, there will always be a remnant.  Makes me sad; remnant means few, very few...but hey, i didn't write the Bible, and didn't make the rules either.

One of the boomer-bloggers has decided to moderate her comment section...her blog; she had written that she was getting

alot of abusive comments here of late.  Her blog isn't political, it's just a blog, in general, about 60+ life.  i wonder, if a few very disgruntled young folks are anonymously posting that "hope you boomers [flinging] drop dead" sort of thing.  i wonder that, because some variations of that anonymous post have made the rounds, and i guess are going back for a repeat round.  But i don't know...it's like ya find yourself second-guessing half of what's posted, these days.

Abusive.  Oh, that adverb gets bandied about, a bit much.  Can't help, however, to suspect that being "abusive" and simply expressing disagreement are morphing into one and the same - especially concerning certain topics.  Topics, which for about the past 2,000 years, the overwhelming majority of people were highly intolerant of having certain things paraded on the street in broad daylight, in front of children.  And nowadays, if you so much as kindly point out the obvious, then you are the bad guy.

Confusing.  Oopps, i used that word in a comment, and the response didn't go over so well.  But the picture at the top of her article certainly was confusing.  And it basically helps to explain why people are so confused these days.  The picture was taken in the wintertime; it showed, from the waist down, three young children and probably an adult.  Whoever took it, i don't - for one single second - blame him or her for not wanting to photograph the children's faces, for obvious reasons...yeah, too many creeps out there.  Seems to me, that before a creep becomes a creep, there first has to be confusion going on. 

Anyway, the picture showed four individuals dressed in different mismatched shades of clash - and the clothing all melded into the same shade and style of foolishness.  Needless to say, one could barely differentiate between the boys and the girls.  Intolerant old me, there i go again...got issues with this gender-fluidity b.s.

Yep! 

The confusion starts in early childhood.  And that slimy-ars'd demon was actively slinking in the corners decades ago.   "Nothing new under the sun."  Well, then logic (yeah, logic) tells me that (over a half century ago) i wasn't the only little girl who wanted very much to wear clothing made for little girls.  Logic also tells me that little boys want to wear clothing made for little boys.  Logic also tells me that when ya detract from a child his or her (from birth) gender identity, that's basically telling the kid he or she isn't good enough...opens the gate for alot of additional problems - that will spread like some nasty, under the surface, disease.

Somehow, i really doubt the bank cared to know what weirdness Bucky's customer was into.

Thirty or forty years ago (when people still had sense about them) yeah, to air that sort of thing could - and probably did - affect whether or not you got the loan.  Back then, in order to get a loan, you had to evidence stability, reliability.  And this may not be fair, (the state one starts early September) but i personally know of a gal who - was not a weirdo - consistently paid her bills on time, with that very same financial institution... Well guess what! she was DENIED a small, but needed, loan because she had recently been divorced.  From what i gather, the entity's unwritten policy read, along the lines of, "if she can't keep a commitment to her husband..."

Oh, but denying loans on the basis of sex life is (oh horrors) discrimination.  Yeah...?  And how many old (and not so old) folks are (again) eating toast and salad for supper, because living expenses are going up - because unstable, unreliable, and just plain freakoid people are again, running off to dissy-land, and leaving their bills sit unopened? 

And how many old (and not so) are skimping on health care, because of the cost?  Oh yeah, don'cha know, it's the ooollld people who are driving up the cost...ya know, the same people who paid into the system for the last fifty years, but anyway...   Here's what drives up (health-care) costs in general.  Stupid, careless people who sleep around - and has anyone else noticed than when this sort of thing is going on, there's usually booze or drugs in the mix - and a car that will be driven sometime around 3 am.

Cha-ching!

"Successful?" Uh dude, not exactly - it ended...not because of "death do part." So enough of the word-salad already.

A tragedy, plain and simple - one or both of the parties f-a-I-l-e-d, failed!  Leaving, of course, a fine example for young people - not only in the home, but in the community as well.  (Yeah, in a sense, it does indeed "take a village to raise a child.")   And another thing, marriage isn't just some job - which after 25-30 years, give a 2-week notice, and bail out.  Hhmm, that statement...any wonder, one or both dun quit.

Tragic, plain and simple, because even if the kids are grown - AND are successfully employed - they've been both defiled and defrauded.   Oh sure, they're likely to say it's okay, but sooner or later, the repression (of how they really feel...) will manifest in one or more unhealthy forms - booze, drugs, sleeping around, alot of mistrust and/or general weirdness.

Tell me those motivated, successful 20-something kids don't think about childhood memories...and question, "Was it all a lie?"  So, kindly take that (wilted) bowl of word-salad and please cram it...in the nearest rabbit-hole.  Thank you ;)    (See, i'm bein' nice.)

i was being "kind." His blog...if he wants to fly his rainbow flag, it's still a free country.

Anyway, what's the point busting in on someone else's blog...and being right, for the wrong reasons?  While at the same time, gushing approval for something that's very wrong...uh, Roman's 1:32 warns against riding those coat-tails.  Oh, and by the way, a person can go through life, never having had sex with anyone - never having drank, smoked, cussed...and still end up in eternal hell, right up smack alongside unrepentant queers.

Here, posting at my blog - in this, presently,  free country, i could type a half dozen rude comments, phrasing things in such a way avoiding bot-issues...issues that can shut your blog down.  Some years ago AOL had deleted my website, for simply questioning a current practice - one that throughout history was largely not done.  Yep, even pagans back then knew that men and women are better suited for different things.  

But i won't type rude things about the man.  Won't gush approval either.  Like the preacher said last night (sermonaudio)... to paraphrase, when you go on social media, does the Lord go with you?  Or do you tell the Lord to butt out?  This is a daily struggle.  And it's also a daily struggle to not make disparaging comments about ms.moneh (as i get ready to head off to work).

i don't know how those four kids did their homework - there wasn't a one uncluttered table in that trailer.

Among certain churchian cults, a certain verb in the phrase "be fruitful and multiply" gets (sadly) glossed over in favor of the other verb.  Just read a post at another blog which advocated having large families - was phrased as more like a political statement.  Well guess what!  There's more than a few kids who've been raised in shabby places - where simply setting down a text-book is major hassles.  Btw, schools don't like it when the pages of your math book are sticky, torn, and smelly. More than a few of these kids got the eff oudda that mess a.s.a.p., and have never looked back.  And guess what else: those kids are posting essays over on the agnostic/atheist/pagan side of the web.  Oh my, how'd that happen!  "Fruitful," "bearing fruit."  From what i gather (no pun intended) deals with productivity - in other words, providing (oopps, there goes that dirty word again ;) living and learning space for kiddo #5.  Throughout the Old Testament, and in the New as well, there's much about working, maintaining, saving and staying out of debt. 

Sounds like them snakes want ya in those white-washed old-age farms, sooner than later, because they want to cash in

on your house.  But what if the old-folks' farm goes bust?  Well kiddies, the answer to that question is the predictable wordlings' (always) smug (with a smidgen of snark thrown in) ya shoulda done yer homework - luzer!  Oh come on, a place can have a terrific record...then five years later, there's a problem with the books.  So, there you are...now under new management, the costs to remain there are quite different than what you had originally agreed. 

Well evidently, you didn't read the fine (i.e., freaking deceptive) print - luzer!   What is it with worldlings anyway?  It's like it's okay to cheat people, and call it "change" - and those cheated, just write em off as luzers, at fault - because they didn't have the money to hire a competent lawyer (at $250 an hour).  What it is with worldlings is, the same-old calling evil good, and good evil.  Needless to say, can't go back to the house - that's no longer in the family. 

Read an article somewhere that many old people are doing okay in their homes.  The managed care ads are carefully designed to work on people's natural fear...sort of like weather reports.  If you find yourself getting all worked up about that storm fixing to move in early Tuesday, check the advertisements.

Quik post before my break ends. i am over 10 floors above the street, in a solid building -

built in the mid-50s - the windows don't open.  But the solid construction didn't keep out someone's museech (if that's what ya wanna call it).  This doesn't happen too often, but evidently some demons - hanging on someone's back - are worked up over something. 

Did i ever play museech so annoyingly loud?  Well, if i did, i grew up and got over myself - atleast to that degree...which, evidences the Lord's grace at work.  i truly believe that if the Lord was to no longer bestow common grace upon our society, by 10 am, there'd be several fist-fights in the hall (for reasons like, someone taking two seconds too long at the copier) and by lunch-break, there'd be a murder or two (over similar reasons).

Lunch is over.

It's HER blog! She's dying, and if she wants to write about what she's thinking... She wrote that she was hesitant to express

her thoughts...yeah, geddaloada that!  hesitant to post her thoughts, on HER blog!  Uh, if ever there's a time when it's "all about you," that's the time.  Her hesitancy was focused on the reality that her posting of her soon-to-happen death will remind people of their own.  Well, ya know what! this is my blog, and i'm - so far - in good health.  So, this being my blog, if i want to say that the dying lady - whether or not she knows it - is doing her readers (and she has quite a few - thank You Jesus) a BIG FAVOR by reminding them that death will happen to all of us, no exceptions (unless the Lord raptures His redeemed oudda here - oh wait, there were two men that did not die: Enoch and Elisha).

Anyway, on her blog, she was expressing her thoughts.  She said, her and death were dating.  Yeah, abuncha new-agey stuff - her blog, on a computer, located in a free country.   Her many friends rallying around her, validating her with related new-agey stuff.   Out of some 40 comments, Jesus was mentioned once.  Reality is - yeah, like back in the Old Testament days - the overwhelmingly most people do not believe the Lord's inerrant Word.  Oh yeah, lots of folks think the Bible is a good book, that teaches ya how to live right, but suggestions are as far as it goes.

So, the mindset there comes off as quite adamant, but in a genteel way, but still...  It's like new-agey is so entrenched - ev-va-re-where.  It's like, just under the very thin surface, there's deep mistrust - godda hand it to people, how they are able to keep their emotions tightly in shackles.  (Never mind, half the population is half spaced out on legal dope.)

Anyway, if someone was to post Scriptures concerning eternity on her blog, that would be construed as someone with an egotistical agenda - on the blog of a dying woman.  Here is where we are.  Everyone suspicious, warped. 

Busstop ahead.

Even the birds know...wow! Ya know, animals who operate on instinct, yet possess more REASON than alot of (high-sounding) people.

Was a sermon that brought to my attention the following - and 'am still blown away.  "Who provideth for the raven his food? when his young ones cry unto God, they wander for lack of meat."  The preacher then made a statement, about little birdie-birds having more sense than people.  Got a good chuckle out of that one.  Who says preachers don't/aren't allowed to have a sense of humor.  Godda roll, shift is fixing to start.

In John MacArthur's blog, a few years ago, he'd noticed that bloggers tend to be older people. He'd posted that tweets -

like fifty words or less - were gaining popularity, and that even blog posts were oftentimes three short paragraphs.  In short ;) writing was becoming too much like brainwork for people.  Of course. MacArthur is old - he's a few years older than my late husband (if Honey was still alive, he'd be 73).  Listening to one of his recent sermons, i noticed in his voice, that of coming eightyishness.  Made me kinda sad, knowing his time of explaining things scholarly, yet in common language, is growing short. 

What i don't get, however, is: what's up with the preaching from a Bible that's not the King James?  i don't get it!  The King James was preached from, to english speaking people, almost exclusively, for about 300 years.  Can ya spell "time-tested?"  Up until a century ago, when ya bought a Bible, the only thing you looked for - before paying the clerk - was, is the print large enough for your old eyes to handle it; you didn't have to worry that you came out of the store - and coming up short - with one of ten or twenty (newfangled) versions - which either change or just delete, here and there, portions or entire verses.

i guess when you're really smart and really in the Word, you can handle several different versions, and not miss a beat ;/  Well, that leaves me out.  So, think i'll just stick with the one version - ya know, the one, which, if i typed the entire chapter of II Peter 3, checked this single page of text carefully for typos, then printed out 500 copies, and passed them out come next Farmer's Fair (if we're allowed to have it this October) i wouldn't be getting any lawyer-letters.

Yeah, ain't that a hoot.  If ya use a non-KJB, distributing copies of Scripture,  SCRIPTURE, can land you with legal snare$.  And here's the deal - to get a copyright, your version has to be significantly different than any other version.  That means like every other sentence.  Sounds like wordplay going on...with The Book that warns, on the last page, not to add to nor take away from...yikes!

i'm a bit leery about listening to famous preachers...but wait a sec, Charles Spurgeon was - and still is - famous (and, it's like he wrote them just last Tuesday). Anyway,

just listened to a sermon by John MacArthur.  Wow!  His sermon was about the riots - and today's confusion being evidence of the Lord removing His restraints upon the wicked, because so many people are flipping off His Word.  Think MacArthur has a page over at sermonaudio.com, and will check it out when i get on the bus.  MacArthur is scholarly, without being snooty - and he expounds alot of Scripture (btw, if there's no Bible, than i'd simply go to a news-site).

In the sermon - linked at Lori Anderson's latest blog-post (Transformed Wife) - he clarifies some things.  Like for instance, garden-variety lost people still have a sense of right and wrong, but what can and does happen to a few, or more, of these lost people is, their being given over to, and beyond the point of humanity...does "natural brute beasts made to be taken and destroyed" ring any bells?  (Part of II Peter 2:12).  MacArthur explains that run-of-the-mill lost people still have some sense about them, and so do not think/react like the brute beast (who sees nothing wrong with brutalizing pre-schoolers, for no other reason than getting off on seeing little Scotty suffer). 

Scary part of the sermon is:  the Bible describes what events precede a people getting run off from their home-land.  Events that are going on now, (and had been in the works for decades).  Fornicating, and blabbing all about it - like it's no big deal - adultery (and of course, it's the wronged spouse's fault - that's exactly what pee-wee told Pam, when she caught him stepping out...).  With marital stability out the window (and wives aren't willing to walk off their jobs and go back to the kitchen??? Duh?) guess what's about to BARGE in the front door! 

More later.  Lunch is over.

One one of the boomer-blogs, the lady who shares it - and it's valued by her

many blog-buddies...well, she is dying.  Doctors say, a few months.  i don't know her, and don't know what to say, so am not saying anything.   She said, someone (in jest?  oh, haha, very funny) actually asked her if she started making her "bucket list."  What sort of person would fart that out?  A crass idiot, that's who!  Reading the many comments, they're basically so boomer - eh, kinda new-age (bluck).  Not. One. Single. Mention. Of The Lord, of eternity, of Christ, of accountability...

i don't know what to say.  i am a person who has always been in good health (so far), the only thing i can do is PRAY - that someone who knows what she is going through can thoughtfully, compassionatly, for-real ask her if she believes that Jesus Christ died to save her from sin's eternal consequences. 

i don't know how to even approach the REALITY that people are "appointed once to die then afterward the judgment."  Have noticed...yeah, there "a famine of hearers" of Biblical preaching.  Why shoot, i don't even hear people talk about evolution, or 3 billion year old rocks - either here, or on Mars.   While these long timescales are a means to get around and dismiss the Scriptures...at least naturalistic science is interesting - and after listening for a while (before spouting off) scientific topics (uh, yeah, it's still a free country.  Johnny is allowed to buy science books, and read them after his mailroom shift.)

We've been told, one way or another, that ONLY long-degreed people can speak of scientific things - while the rest of us are to keep our moldy pie-holes shut, and be good little droids, and go watch tee-vee, take selfies, or ... eech, what. ever.

Well anyway, just thought of something.  Conversations concerning science can lead right into things that science cannot answer.  Scientists study neanderthal man, and know what sorts of tools he used, and the scientists think neanderthals could speak.  But the scientists have very little to go on concerning neanderthal's conversations.  Did they sing?  Did they play football?

Late in their time, per the evolutionists, the neanderthals lived in small isolated groups of not more than a dozen people.   And it looks like, between the extreme cold and competition from newcomers, the neanderthals lost their position.  Had looked around some or any details concerning how they were doing back in 200,000 B.C., but the books seem to focus around 40,000 B.C.  (And yeah, folks can chuck that b.c.e. flim-flam).

Anyway, conversations about science are known to get even semi-educated folks (like me) to thinkin' ... about stuff.  Like, why are we here?  Uhm, if matter and energy are known to trade places...sounds rather other-worldly.  And, in a cold blind universe, by a statistically zero chance, how did algebra come about?

Yep, science can prompt - if not JOLT (for another post) people into thinking - about real things....  Even before this ko-vid, only once in a great while, would a halfway interesting conversation would happen - but people are usually fixated on various sorta/selfies   Wanna see my pics?  (Uhm, not really - but mommy raised me to be polite.)

More later.

Prev post continued. "For of this sort are they which creep into houses,

and lead captive silly women laden with sins, led away with divers lusts," 2 Timothy 3:6.   Ruh-rho, unpopular verse of Scripture.  Oh, can just hear the hillory and diane-wannabes snarl at that one.  Ya know, the mean old patriarchal God totally trashing women...aw give it a rest will ya.

Frankly, even though america today is very different than it was fifty years ago, there is still significant Christian influence.  It's western nations that have things like food and medical assistance - in pagan (arm-pit) nations, if you get sick and can not do your miserable low-paying job or pay your INSSSANNE rent...too bad....luzer!  It's a kkaaarrma thing don' cha know...yeah karma is a great excuse to think and go around like a sophisticated beast.  Uh, a bejeweled pig is still a p-i-g, pig!

i'm nobody's historian, but i think we westerners (who've never ventured outside civilized borders) are naive about societies where there are no Gospel churches.   Guess where the (very deluded) peaceful matriarchy idea came from?  Uh nnooo, not from china, not from india, and certainly not from muslim countries.  Only in the Christian influenced west, can you bash the national/local belief system, and not end up in jail or dead - for no better reason than simply mouthing off like some spoiled twit.

The unregenerate mindset is just plain nosey, and manipulative. So pathetic, in their major-mag articles, inciting unmarried women,

in their 50s and 60s, to get out there and ... basically make horse's petitutes of themselves.  Reality is: it's a fallen world, and in this temporal place, if the buffet is being served at 1pm, there won't be much left by 3:30 - okay, there's still available a few nuts, some dried up cheese, and a few half-wilted veges.  As for the wine ... ever notice how wine (brand name stuff, not the cheap crap) has a rather bitter aftertaste?  Maybe the $200 per bottle stuff doesn't; i don't know, but it wouldn't surprise me at all if that over-priced stuff had a bit of a vinegary aftertaste as well...the ole more-sizzle-than-steak, too commonplace.

Frankly, think it was peer-pressure that drove those two or three old women into disturbing that old widower - who, every wednesday, would put on some nice clothing, and treat himself to lunch at a family restaurant.  And i think that was basically the reason Gram backed away from involvement in the senior-citizens, not long after GrandDad passed away - they had both been active in organizing the bus trips and stuff.  Think Gram was becoming increasingly put-off at seeing women of her age group acting so desperate.  Btw, this was back in the late 80s (before all the divorce-of-cccourrsse drama) when unmarried old women were generally widows.

Gram always said that her husband was a "tough act to follow."  Yep, i think the same way about my late husband.

Why do people want nothing to do with Scripture? Yeah, the Word says that in the later times

men will become "lovers of themselves"...  First thought came to mind, while going over my budget was a co-worker - who has been planning for his retIrement for some time.  How will he pull it off?  Think he makes about the same as i, but i think he's been a super-saver for alot of years.

Frankly, i believe one reason why people don't want anything to do with Christ is:  being faithful costs money!  Plain. And. Simple!  Money that goes into the plate/missions is money that does NOT go into a (worldly) retIrement account - nor does that money pay down sheltering expense (mortgage, repairs and such).

Atheists can live how they want (think that's the main bait). They don't have to give one. single. dime. to nobody, for nothing.  Atheists can hoard every last nickel for themselves.  And sure, many atheists do give a few bucks here and there to save spotted owls and kitty-cats - with some fanfare (while joe-missionary quietly labors for Christ in some really nasty slum).

What. A. Snoflake! At yet another blog, some entItled...yeech was going on about his last, great love. Yeah, right, meanwhile he's going on about

the diversion (i.e., he's banging someone else).  Yikes, no wonder veneral disease stats are high among older people.  Pathetic, really - seriously, what's up with the 50s - 60s crowd?  Uhm, last time i checked, middle-aged people have been alive long enough to atleast have a general idea of what activities are righteous, and what are plain stupid/downright CRAVEN!  Never mind the mental pictures...eeeeww!  Just yet another (valid) reason young people despise older people.  Can't say as i blame 'em, one iddity bit.

Yes, another unpopular post.  Like i really give a hoot :)

On another blog, saw an old photo where a beach-patrol man was measuring the length of the suit a 50-something woman

was wearing.  Today, we might question, why would anyone back then care what some aging woman was showing a bit too much (cellulitey) leg?  Think the answer to that is:  back then, young women tended - more so than today - to look up to older women.  Younger women back then took their social cues from older women.

Though i bet that guy liked his job.

i like the style of her suit.  It's not too different from mine.  Though i like her's ALOT better, because it's about 3 inches longer.  Thirty years ago, you couldn't find swimdresses - otherwise, i'd of had some.  Even then, when i had muscle-tone, i didn't care for running around virtually naked - and getting sunburn.  Back then, i had a stupid two-piece - and fell asleep in the Maryland beach sun.  Ouch!

Don't know if i'll go swimming this summer - i didn't last summer.  Basically, have been "sheltering in place" since late 2018 (when my husband passed away).  Just not interested in going places.

Six feet apart. Yesterday at break, had a thought about this social distancing. How can you share a personal conversation

with someone - of content that you don't want others to overhear/twist?  For instance, you don't want anyone but your closest work-friend to know.  (Btw, Cousin Floyd's toe surgery might not seem a big deal, but does half the office need to be in the know?)  Sure, you could email, text or even call your friend...  Yeah right!  Frankly, if i had something even semi-private to share, that's the VERY last thing i'd do.  While sending a handwritten letter may be okay, some things are better spoken, out of ear-range.  Yeah, I know: good luck with that.  Don't mean fo wax conspiracy-theorist here, but, where's this don't-stand-so-close business going?  A set-up for whatever down the road?

Waiting to hear about the car, when it will be done, what it may need. In the meantime, guess will blog. Yesterday, some protesters

on their way to the protest, were waiting for the light to turn green (saw about three of them from the commute-bus window.  Noticed a teenage girl in real shorty shorts.  She had real long slender legs.  It's not a crime to be young and attractive.  The crime is: she'll become so accustomed to gaining approval for stepping out almost naked.  But down the road, in about twenty to thirty years - even if she remains slender - she will gain DISapproval, simply for being 30 or, oh horrors, 40-something.

Clothes shopping will only reinforce the fact, that among worldlings, she is becoming a pariah - simply for living beyond a bonobo's average life-span (that's evolution, babah).  Her boobs will begin to sag...and good luck honey, finding a bra made of natural fabric!  (Plast-eechy fabric is doubly uncomfortable in summer.) 

Then again, perhaps, she'll be able to fight off (fallen) nature's aging process with gym memberships and designer clothing - maybe even learning how to design her own skirts and slacks.  Oh wait a sec, when you're putting in 50-60 hours per week at work and paying off a student loan...

Bible says that older women are to teach the younger...good luck with that too.  The older women are running around in shorts.  Yikes!

So, our President gets blamed for not preparing for the pandemic. That figures!

Who could have known?  It's been a 100 years since the last one - and that one struck down millions of working-aged people.  (My grandmother had it; she was a child at the time - she got really sick from it.)  A few years ago we were warned about SARS and, either earlier or later, was some kind of bird virus.  Oh i don't know, hard to keep track of how many times the boy cries wolf, and then when a wolf does show up, you have to wonder if the critter is an actual wolf, or just a smelly mut in need of a bath and a routine appointment with a veterinarian.

Words that bother me. Top of the list is "significant other." Whatever happened to "husband" ... that is, a woman referring to the man she is married to, or

wife, a woman to whom a man is married to?  Yep, these days, ya have to elaborate.  When someone refers to their SO, (so many acronyms,  hard to keep up with) you might wonder...but of course, it's not polite to even question in your own mind whether the couple is married, or just playing house, or if SO is the opposite gender.  A related word is "partner."

Nope!  If you're married (or widowed) you just keep yer trap shut, go to work and know that your taxes continue to fund fornicators' various and never ending drama.  Meanwhile, back at the ranch, you wonder what that roof job is going to cost, and how you'll come up with that.

A generation or so ago, a partner was whom one cop rode around with in the squad car.   These two (usually men) cops knew each other well enough that each could rely on the other in the life and death situations they had faced - and would face perhaps this very afternoon.  Partner had also been a general term that one cowboy would say howdy to.   Nowadays, the word "cowboy" may bring to mind a certain disgusting movie that (conveniently) received big awards.  Didn't see it, and don't want to.  The title of that movie consisted of two words, the second word was Mountain.

Another term that bothers me is "fur-family."  It's as if dogs and cats are equal to children and cousins.   No, animals are not equal to humans.  (The Bible...hey, i didn't make the rules, okay!)  Rationalize all ya will, birthday-boy, there's a big difference between spending Memorial Day picnicking with actual human beings or spending the day with no other human being actually being there.  Yeah, we have internet - and even zoom - but it's NOT the same.

No, i didn't comment over there, and don't want to.   There were like 50 people, gushing the same old, same old.  And yeah that woman, at another blog somewhere, scowling the old guy for being alone...not appropriate.  Didn't see her comment, and am not really interested in seeing it.  But, for what it's worth, why do i have a gut feeling, there's more to the drama?  Perhaps the woman is a troll - or perhaps whatever she posted had been twisted.

Happens. Alot these days.  All you have to do is type that you like the President, then sit back and watch the drama unfold.

The search for interesting blogs continues. Was growing through one, but the cartoon frog-doing-yoga...

uh, think i'll pass.  Exercise doesn't have to mean assuming (there's that magic word) one or more pagan-worship positions.  Those yyyooguh spirit guides are demons, and they're on their way to eternal hell - and guess what! they're out to drive as many as they can down spirituality's broad road.

But anyway, neither does exercise have to entail driving to places - and giving your wallet quite a workout.  Whadda racket!  What is it with worldlings anyway?  Always want yer money.  There's more than enough free or low-cost exercise equipment around the house - so glad that dirt pile is gggooonnnee! ;)   That's one less piece of exercise equipment to wrestle with.  How many wheel-barrow loads?  i don't know, but pik-axes are heavy.  But wanted it gone before the weather turns hot.

At another blog i was fixing to look at, the author had the word "goddess" on her profile.  Yeppers, dun backed oudda there.  Just so not interested in fellowshipping with people who have familiar spirits (a.k.a., devils).  What is it with my age group?  And they're wondering why young people are a mess.

Yeah i know.  Another unpopular post.  Well, i don't care!  And by the way, reason why i LIKE our President is because Donald Trump is a man's man.  He tells it like it is.