Red-pills claim to be winning? Something's not adding up - namely, stats claiming that between 20 and 33% of

men aren't getting any.  Frankly, i believe those figures are a bit exaggerated.  Seems, it's more like, men aren't getting much.  And that's alot, because men in general have a much greater sex appetite than women.  One way, though very destructive, to suppress the sex urge, is to take up drinking - booze and testosterone are not compatible; booze will eventually reveal its true self - the proverbial old nagging shrew, will relegate testosterone to, again, go sleep on the lumpy old couch.  Also inevitable is:  testosterone will wake up not fully rested, and with somewhat of a throb in his lower back.

What a great way to start that project - be it splitting logs, or building a database.

Just learned recently, of another - actually, a worse - unclean spirit of which testosterone cannot abide...well, not for very long.  And here's the deal: one could assume the two could be atleast acquaintances, if not buddies.   That unclean spirit (who hates people like all out mad) is known by various names, but "dirty vids" will suffice. Something about the vids crudding up brain pathways, and the chemicals getting snarled up.  This damage happening in the brains of full grown men - not just 12 year old boys.

So, maybe, plastic containers are receiving more than their share of the blame, for lowering testosterone stats.  But anyway, it's late.

Men get screwed in divorce? Wait a minute, the house gets split - that means, each gets half the fair-market value of the house - whatever the amount still owed on it. If the place was paid in full,

still, for most divorced couples, that means, each separately buying a house (or one choosing to remain) will both end up making house payments.  Because, a 300k/2=150k.  Good luck finding a house, atleast one that isn't a "fixer-upper"... i.e., a bleeping dump.  

Child support?  Well yeah.  Both made 'em, both, now separately, provide for them.  As for alimony, if both parents worked full-time, and both made about the same amount of money, the alimony won't be much - and it has a shelf life.  By the way, if (ex)wifey made more, she can get stuck paying out alimony; talk to bea's niece, the 30ish woman had gone to school, then gone to work, in short, had buckled down to make something of herself...well, she's looking at making payments.

In short, divorce is a two-way, pothole littered street.  But hear the red-pills tell, it's all about them...very telling.

Very;/

Heidi (ex)hottie turned 34 a few days ago; her son is in kindergarten. The boy's dad is nowhere in the picture; word is, he's living somewhere a few states over. Not that it matters,

chasing chad-wannabee is more trouble than the child-support is worth.  Heidi has a decent job, a halfways decent apartment, and is able to provide a reasonably secure life for her and her child.  And yay for the child tax-credits - which we taxpayers fund ... but that's how civilized societies work ... helping to provide for abandoned mothers and children.  Granted, having a baby out of wedlock isn't exactly a smart move - but what was heidi supposed to do?  Have the tiny human growing inside her, sucked out with a sort of vacuum cleaner - basically, tearing the live person, limb from limb??

Anyway, on one, or more of the mgtow sites, one of the dweebs found a video of heidi, going on about the scarcity of guys who are interested in dating.  Yeah, she was teary-eyed.  Needless to say, the dweebs are having a very gleeful scoff-fest about single moms and all.  Calling her a 304, when they know absolutely nothing about this, and many other single mothers.  Newsflash: normal red-blooded women want to raise a child, maybe two - or even three.  

In reality, these guys are just miffed, because they haven't been getting much, if any - and it's sure not their dna attending kindergarten, in one - or even more - several states away.

Speaking of baking, a recipe calling for two cups of good old king arthur unbleached flour, and 1/2 of cane sugar,

will yield about two dozen cookies.  Thing is, many recipes call for twice the sugar.  Anyway, did some figuring: 24 cookies with a 1/2 cup of sugar; 12 cookies would contain 1/4 cup; 6 cookies 1/8 cup; 3 cookies 1/16th of a cup of sugar.  Looking at a 1/2 cup stick of butter, there are 8 tablespoons in that stick; that means 3 cookies contain 1 tablespoon of sugar.  One cookie contains one teaspoon of sugar.  

Oh to think, with regular recipes, that ONE cookie (oh comeon, normal people want two, maybe even three) would contain two teaspoons of sugar - two!  Uhm, one is more more than enough.

Going to experiment with cutting the half to a third.  Oh, and any fako sweeteners?...so out of the question - stuff is poison.

But even sticking with 1/2 cup, here's the deal.  People have told me, they really like the cookies i make.  That tells me, people are just FINE without the insane amounts of sugar that go into things.  And yeah, a few think my stuff needs sugar; but most people like the cookies.

Just peevish dudes, mad because they're not among the so-called "high value" chads or tyrones.

First off, a whole lot of obsession - actually worship - towards these 10-15% of players.  Guess junior high never ended...regular kids, not comfortable in their own frame - wanting and wishing, so bad, to be one of the 6'2ish" jocks, who supposedly get the lion's share of the young honeys.  So, these mgtows vent their frustrations upon women over 30.

But these guys never seem to make the connection: since 22 year-old stacy is chasing after chad, is she really the kind of gal you want to even pursue a relationship with?  Yeah, i get it, stacy is so hot - and i'll bet the Proverbs 7 woman was a real looker too; Prov7 was also 110 pounds of bad trouble too - in this life, and so in the next.

And yeah, mr.mgtow, i get it:  most attractive young women - who aren't throwing themselves at chad (because they know he's a cad) - struggle with their weight.  Peggy, being typical...those annoying 7 pounds just won't let her alone - if she stood 5'8ish", they'd hardly be noticed.  But peggy stands at about 5'3".  And yeah, peg hasn't been hitting the gym here much lately.  Uhm, no!  Not with exams coming up; employers strongly prefer GPAs at around 3.8 - they too have standards, ya know.  

And frankly, going to the gym is a bleeping (extra laundry generating) chore - normal red-blooded people, before work, want to enjoy a cup of coffee and a bagel; after work, want to do a few things around the house, and, oh, lazy them, may want to sit and read something.

Anyway, godda go.  Shortbread is about ready to come out of the oven.

The late 20s, or early 30s, single mom, who had been sleeping with a frienemy...well, she has a boyfriend - they had recently gotten back from a tropical vaca. Anyway, she is also a homeowner, AND

has recently gotten a nice promotion.  Her former job paid well.  Well, she is being paid even better :)  A resounding har-d-har-har, to the ever-miffed red-pills - and to their female toadies - out there.  And that's only the half of it.  Granted, maybe the non-anglo single mom comes from money - or maybe, one or both of her parents taught her, from early childhood, how to make smart financial choices.   Ya know, there's more than enough people, who do come from money, but they're always broke.

Anyway, it was like three years ago, she was saying of being tired of apartment living - of not being allowed, per the landlord's rules, to grill even a few hotdogs.  She bought a house, and she said something about using some of her savings.  It was what she didn't say, about the quite sizable down payment - that she had evidently, kept some funds in savings...ya know, unexpected expenses.  Meanwhile, her child, at the time was, maybe, in first or second grade.

You can talk child support, but that only covers some - if that - of the child's basic needs.  If the father doesn't earn much, or takes off...  The child-care tax-credit and deduction reimburses about, approaching half the daycare expense.  Mom has to come up with the other half - and she better not be late, even by ten minutes, in picking up her child, because, boy-howdy, they charge extra.  Going rate for daycare runs about $800 monthly.  

In short: the same old story -  mom chose to separate from dad, because... well, when ya end up having to be both mom, dad, housekeeper AND financial provider...what's the point in continuing to keep lugging about some 150 stress pounds!  By the way, the single mom is slender - you betcha!  Obesity is a real strain upon one's pocketbook.

Granted, sex (of any kind) outside of marriage is sin - and a really bad one at that.  But that's how things are these days.  Hmmph, Lord has alot a nerve, don't He...horning in on people's sex life :/

Was listening to a sermon (on sermonaudio.com) given by a pastor, who pastors a church,

somewhere out in the midwest.  As with any for-real preacher (and they're not just any old where) these MEN are busy...studying, in depth, the real Bible, writing sermon notes - instead of just ordering the box-mix kind off the net - street preaching, visiting people who can't get out, helping some old guy fix his truck ... bla-bla-bla.  Anyway, for-real preachers don't have much time to surf around social platforms - they're out interacting with people, in real time.

Anyway, this preacher, over the years (he's in his mid 60s) has noticed that widows and (older) women, who live alone, are generally doing fine.  The men, living alone?  Meh, not so much.  And thinking about it, statistically, women have less disposal income than do men - i.e., women are generally poorer; and older women are more so.  Yet, he has noticed, the widowed/single women have more going on, than do the single men.  He was preaching from Genesis, Chap 2:18, where the Lord said, "...it is not good that the man should be alone;"

Oh my stars, actually heard a certain phrase - along with some other rubbish - repeated among respectable company. Frankly, still can't believe my ears.

The phrase, casually spoken - in mixed company - was: her having said, right out, of having had "friends with benefits."  For one thing, that absolutely craven!!! crudball phrase is such a damnable LIE - friends like that...ha, who the heck needs enemies!  As for benefits?  What's so beneficial about hosting a demon party - eck.  Whenever there's fornication going on, devils gather round...they like watching/participating, and inevitably starting drama.

For sure, the brief statement made me realize, i am so 20th century - back then, only 304s talked that way in mixed company.  Back then, even in that smokey old barroom, most the women there, were with their boyfriend - or looking to find a decent boyfriend.  Back then, even in that bar, the women were atleast discrete enough to...well, not blare certain things.

Then, the conversation - taking place in mixed company - briefly, but a certain word/practice makes it, too long - turned to what states to get a divorce, and what states not to.   There was also a reference to living large on alimony.  This offal said, in mixed company.  

Nope, won't share this with red-pills.  Jesus says to love and bless our enemies - i am having a very, VERY hard time with that one.

Think i lost, maybe, two pounds. That's not much, but it's a start. Don't know, scalewise, but i feel better. Here's what i've been doing:

While soft tortilla wraps have as much calories as bread (can't bleeping win, can ya :/, instead of (processed city) mayo, i sprinkle vinegar and olive oil, upon the mainly leafy-lettuice wrap, with just a slice of lunch meat.  So, using even less meat, than the usual moderate amount (farm critters are treated terrible), anyway, have always preferred sandwiches with LOTS of lettuce, and minimal meat/cheese (another product from mistreated animals).  

Been eating more fruit.  Love grapes, they're easy to deal with.  Take them and an apple in my lunch.  Have noticed, while yeah, bananas are fattening, the sugar in a banana is natural sugar - not the processed stuff found, in even low-sugar homemade cookies.  Have noticed, over the past two or three weeks, cookie cravings have lessened - could it be the fruit.  They say, fruit juice - the real stuff - is full of calories.   Still enjoy it, but less of it, and instead, drink more water.  I understand, skinny people tend to drink lots of water (of course, skinny people tend to be control-freaks, and won't allow themselves to sit still, even for a minute...but that's beside the point). 

Thankfully, was never big on pretzels and chips - they're insanely expensive, and specifically made to be addictive (A serving??...comeon, normal humans eat more than three pieces at a sitting).  Anyway, pass that stuff by.   Chocolate candy?  Yeah, that's my drug of choice, but am tired of the heartburn side-effects.  Haven't visited the candy aisle in weeks.  While the finer chocolates don't do that as much, thankfully, am not willing to spend the extra money.

Sure haven't missed the "acid reflux disease," which is just a fancy term, for eating/drinking the wrong stuff.  Slow and steady, because yo-yoing is a waste of time.  Will be happy if i can lose, and keep lost, ten pounds - while certainly could stand to offload even ten more, besides ... still, just ten pounds, gone for good, and will be grateful for that.  

Several of the mgtow whiners were going on about women not producing as much as the men with whom they work.

Thing is, the gubment can legislate all kinds of quota systems, but business owners can find ways around atleast some of the restrictions.  All's i know is: the big boss, who happens to be a burly war veteran, was talking to a colleague of his.  He said that he's been disappointed, more than once, when hiring a (young) man for this or that mid-managerial position.  He has found that, these guys don't want to work - they'll do what's assigned, and that's it!  "Quiet quitting," and new to the job - which, by the way, with the job, you can't ask for better benefits.  Sure, one can make better pay elsewhere, but things like good health insurance and earning leave - that you can roll unused over - those are like a savings account...yep, so 20th century ;/  Meanwhile, clerical me, doing menial stuff - like delivering mail, filing, getting workspaces ready (cleaning), reviewing time sheets... well, doing the job, ya see things.  

Where a church actually follows Scripture, it will manifest - unsaved people will know

that atleast some of the people are for real.  And a few unsaved people will want what the for real people have: a beautiful eternity to look forward, and in the meantime, a life here on earth, where it's okay to be just another everyday working person.  In short, the Lord doesn't scowl people because they drive an old car, with a splotchy paintjob; it's okay to not have a fancy phone / fifty pairs of shoes.

Anyway, a for real group of Christians also attracts attention they don't welcome.  Yep, predators - both corporal and spiritual. And, by the way, if you want to get over on people, the church is a far safer playground, than the smokey barroom - bar people, generally come from places where head-gaming was business-as-usual; so bar people generally know the drill.  In short, peewee-predator running his game there, runs the risk of getting his face punched in.  

Meanwhile, churchpeople who find themselves - or a loved one - defrauded by peewee, will simply keep a polite distance from him (or her) - no fist-fights/broken windshields.  (Talk to sammy - he's not a predator - about the fight he got into over at the bar, a few years back.)

Thing is, like in a nation, there are people who live in a country, and are employed by a hostile nation.  For years, these posers will live and work quietly, will cut their grass, and be the sort of neighbors about anybody wouldn't mind living next door.   Well, there's plants in churches too... not talking about the fern which sits alongside the piano.  See the Book of Jude, it's one page in length; also, II Peter, Chap 3 - less than a page in length.

And here's the thing: the plants tend to be really good actors (and actresses).  There you, for real, are - everyday, it's a struggle for you to mind your temper, your language, your quarrels with Scripture...meanwhile, the plant never seems to have issues - oh, hear him (or her) sing, in a loud, joyful voice - while, the hymn's very words are convicting you, like nobody's business - which actually is a matter between you and the Lord Jesus.  

Btw, that's another earthly benefit of being a Christian.  While the unsaved world has about no issue, whatsoever, nosing into your business, for the Christian, many personal things are between him (or her) and the Lord.  Many things are simply nobody else's beeswax.  Talk to Peter, about the time when Jesus flat out told him, "what's that to you?" - as in, MYOB, bud!

If a person (especially a woman) coming out of a toxic...yeah, toxic relationship had of read that email...

suffice to say, the message was very dismissing - complete with "narcissism" is a word "thrown around."  (Oh, forgetabout the experts who intelligently guess, per stastics and such, that nearly one out of 20 people have, like no compassion for other people.) Also, in the email, was implied, how women, especially, buy into hollywood - ya know, like us women are nothing, but a bunch of numbskulls. Anyway, hate to think of that email being read by someone who actually had endured, for YEARS - not just two or three (but that's more than enough, thankyouverykindly) of mental/financial/various other forms of manipulation.  Well, we know the drill:  that email could really bring a recipient of (long term) abuse way, way down.  And ya wonder why Carol walked, why Peeps did also?

Here's the deal.  And dear reader, bet you won't be one bit surprised.  Eeeyep, the email came from a churchman.  What burns me up is:  abuse recipients, wanting to get free of peewee's ongoing drama, get far more compassion/validation from among the pagans, than from the church - what is wrong with that picture! The email, is just one more bit of proof.

Frankly, if i didn't believe the Bible, and fear the Lord, His reality, His terms, i'd hot foot it oudda church so fast, windows would rattle - and wouldn't look back, either.

It was like that passage in Matthew 23:13, where the Lord Jesus was saying how pharisees crowd around the narrow gate, and won't let people through, and won't go in themselves.

No, i don't believe the churchman is a pharisee.  What i do believe is:  he, like most church people don't have a clue as to how subtle evil truely is.  Many church people live/d sheltered lives - many never grew up around mean drunks/horribly lazy, whiney family member/s; never lived in filthy/unsafe (disgusting excuses for) homes.  Sort of ongoing sheet, will mess up even strong minds.  Many church people associate wicked, with just regular bar folks...going to parties, telling lewd jokes, smoking some weed, listening to rock music, sleeping with their boyfriend or girlfriend.  Ya know  just regular folks - folks, with enough of the Lord's common grace in them, that they know bullying anyone is very wrong, and even unsaved them, when they fall into that nastiness, don't like themselves for it, and don't excuse themselves for it, either.  

Uhm, was unsaved for most of my mid-60s years - so, haven't forgotten, still know how it feels.

"But woe unto you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites!  for ye shut up the kingdom of heaven against men : for ye neither go in yourselves, neither suffer ye them that are entering to go in."  Matthew 23:13

Oh, some smart-alek was crowing how he (and his partner...wife, live-in? don't know...or care) had put their three kids through college. He said,

no village.  Uhm, not entirely true, but hey, who said red-pills were big on honesty.  If his kids went to public school, their education and transportation, was on the taxpayer's dime (th' VILLAGE, baby)!  And, depending on the college, the curriculum, if the kids received financial assistance, such was also granted through tax-payer funds.  

He, of course, went on, basically, to scowl down single moms...what else is new :)  Guess those single moms shoulda done the "adult" thing and got an abortion?  Typical red-pill guys, they're the only ones, who ffeeellll village-burden$.  Yep, with red-pills, it's always about money - uhm, because money buys "adult(???)" toys. So yeah, no sheet sherlock, they don't want to share - none of it!

Hhmm, last i checked - totalling up the amount the irs and the school district take, comes to like 19% of my gross income.   Btw, i am an office clerk, so, no big money here.  But that's okay.  It's called living below one's means - ya know, the "adult" thing.  Much of the tax money, in one way, or another, goes to support other people's kids.  Okay, that can be annoying, but such is life; instead of throwing another (red-pill) temper tantrum, "adults" simply go to work. 

Red-pills get off spouting how "whamen" in the workplace are more a deficit to their employer's bottom line.  Hhmm, as a clerk, the job involves checking time sheets.  And guess what?  Sure, it appears, that more women, than men, have smaller leave balances.  But not near as much as red-pills like to imagine.  There's plenty of men who earn-n-burn - which, came as a surprise, because, well, silly me had assumed... Like the big boss had said (all those years ago) "leave on the books, is like a savings account."  Well, it only makes sense, that if you're blowing through it, you're probably peeing away other resources.  Atleast the women have "adult" reasons for consistently carrying over, at best, hardly a day's worth of leave; when the child happens to sneeze...ya know the drill :/

The growing numbers of homeless are older women, and the dweebs are glad.

Ya know, pukes who spout their pet phrases like, "for recreational use only."  Yeah, seriously have to wonder, if most of 'em are even getting that sort of exercise.  Hear them talk, they own their houses - yeah, you can say whatever you want, be whomever you want, on the internet.  Meanwhile, the dweebs dream of old women cringing, whenever the phone rings, because their rent is late.  

Oh, with sneers, they protesteth so much...while the men, who are out making money, and dating hot young women, are probably laughing at the low-or-no smv dweebs, all the way to the atm...that is, before going to pick up stacy...no, wait, that was last week; this week, it's nancy who will be the arm candy, at the restaurant, and later, at the theater.  Then, onto the nightclub - ya know, the one they don't just let all us regular folks in ... yeah, whatever.

Thing is, the winners are dating each other, and even getting engaged, to be married.  Men with money are busy - they've too much going on, to be bragging on ...(cough) ma-ma-haan-nos-phere comment sections.  

Meanwhile, the basement boys don't want to hear of older women owning their homes, and enjoying their clean, clutter-free "peace and quiet."   No man to pick up after, no man to have to listen to hear himself talk...yep, the single life is nice.  

By the way, some years ago, heard someone say something about old women getting an independent streak.  Didn't think too much about it, back then (was some 20 or 30 years ago).  But yeah, makes sense.  Old women have done their time, cooking and cleaning after other people - and having to step (lighly) around other people's bleeping stuff.

Yeah, time to retire, and enjoy the whitespace :) :)

It was a child-support paying dad who told me, it's cheaper to just mail the check. He worked a few cubes over - some kind of

management analyst position.  While he was no Donald Trump, he made enough to pay his bills and save for a rainy day.  When he told me that, i didn't quite understand how that worked.   But thinking about what He said ...

A non-custpdial dad doesn't end up having to blow through his earned leave - because his kid happened to sneeze in school. 

He doesn't end up missing out on important staff meetings...twice in a row, because his other kid coughed at daycare.  Those meetings matter, and can spell the difference between who gets the promotion, and who gets passed over.

He doesn't end up blowing through his spare time - and running his gas tank on e - playing chauffeur, to and from after-school activities (which i cannot help but to suspect, these are SPECIFICALLY designed to vex the living crap out of parents).  Evening time is precious, it passes so quickly... and there the custodial parent sits in the car, for a bleeping 20-some minutes, waiting ...  It's already past 8pm.  Meanwhile, there's stuff needing to be done at home.  Frankly, the sports/ballet ... oh, bleeping pick one :/  are overrated.

He doesn't end up with the house a mess, things broken, misplaced, or both.  In short, a stress-free life.  He doesn't have to cook dinner - and hear the kid/s complain about not liking ...  He doesn't have to clean up after, either.  Speaking of cleaning, he doesn't have to deal with a mountain of laundry every two days.

He doesn't end up spending more money than he intended while grocery shopping.  Kids, they want everything, and sometimes, it's just less nerve-racking to buy the stupid toy...but non-parents...meh, so quick to broadcast their opinions (like armpits...:) on matters which they know nothing.  

He DOES end up with plenty of free time.  Time to think about, and plan a business.  Oh, not right away - child support would come calling; but c$ isn't the point.  A successful business is seldom an overnight thing; they're better built slow and careful.  He has plenty of free time to stay in shape: that's bound to save on health care costs (unlike the custodial parent, who is so time/stressed...no wonder, she's popping meds and about half gone goodyear! )

He, if he wants, CAN have a social life - get together with friends.  If he so desires, he can find himself a girlfriend - and stay over at her place...use her bath towels, while his remain neatly folded at his place.

But red-pills don't think through things, they don't see beyond writing the monthly check.  Nope, red-pills are like that highly annoying kid over at the dollar store - screaming and whining about wanting yet another toy, candy bar, or whatever.

A blogger's post, about her determination to lose the five extra pounds, that crept upon her,

got me to thinking about various things.  She had described what she was eating, in order to lose the weight.  Well, as with alot of diets, sounded like a hassle.  But this 60-ish wife, has been a housewife, for alot of years; she has kitchen-space, so preparing real food for her Husband, and the rabbit fare for herself...no big deal, evidently.  

Kitchen-space and the time to prepare, basically two different meals...big difference.  Two different meals, means twice the bowls and utensils used, twice the cleanup.  And, by the way, dishwashers work best, when the dishes are prewashed (just my opinion, but, well heck, might as well just wash 'n rinse 'em in the sink, and stack 'em on the dish rack).  But in the real world, where most wives have to work for a paycheck, it's more than enough to prepare just one meal, let alone two.

The first rule about getting the weight off, and KEEPING it off, is still the same old, same old - stay away from places where the food is.  That's a big problem for women who have husbands and children to cook for; family members want real food - not some little bowl of tasteless, mostly water lettuice; lettuce with barely one tablespoon of dressing.  

The next hurtle - besides the general hassle of making the bird-sized recipe - is coming up with several other birdie meals.  The same old non-filling two or three recipes are bound to get real old, real quick - meanwhile, oh, the other family members are eating real food, and it smells just heavenly.  Yummy, they're enjoying meatloaf with those little red taters that are covered in a lovely sour cream sauce, and buttered green beans.  Oh, and those lovely little rolls - ya know, they're still warm.  Yesterday, the family enjoyed heaping plates of pork, kraut and mashed taters, which were made with a rich cheese sauce.  We won't discuss what the desserts were - except, of course - like most everything else - homemade.  And ya wonder why wives and moms have a hard time sticking to diets?  

Hey, you self-righteous mgtows (and she-toadies) you bleeping make a go at preparing lovely dishes that you can't eat - and then eat from your stupid little bird-bowl, while both seeing and smelling REAL food, being savored, right in front of you.  Yeah, give it a week, maybe two; good luck with that.

No "wall" for men? Theoretically, a man's sexual market value...talk about "making merchandise..." can extend into his 50s. Of course, the mgtows are victory dancing. But, have they considered

their kids reaching their mid 20s.  Mr. Mgtow will be around 70ish, by the time junior gets his stem degree.  But that's only the beginning.  When a young person begins his (or her) adult life, he (or she) may need some help in getting established.  The starter home, for instance, will probably need work; junior will probably need his father's guidance - after all, the young man (or woman) knows computers and accounting.  But how to fix the ... whatever?  Dad had a similar problem a few years back, and while he was able to do some of the work himself, he also had another option:  money in the bank.  Dad called the contractor, he knew which contractor does the better job.

Not so, with junior.  Junior, with alot on his plate - and only having lived for 20-some years - doesn't yet know alot of things.  And junior doesn't have spare money waiting in the bank.  But how-to-fix-whatevers, is hardly even half of it.

Junior is in his mid-20s.  Dad is 70ish.  While the two men get together, to just spend time, while they can.  It's not like Dad is getting any younger.  But it is highly likely, that Dad will not likely be spending much, if any, time actually doing things with his future grandsons.  By the time, the first grandson is born, Pop will be leaning towards his 80s.  Grandfathers are important in a grandchild's life.  

In short, men do have a "wall."  Though it comes 1/2 century later than that of a woman's, it's still a wall.  And that wall, affects the grandkids, who are likely to not get to be around, and do things with their grandfather.

Also in Deuteronomy 23, talks about escaped slaves. Okay, imagine you've somehow crossed the wilderness and come to the hebrew nation.

You're weakened from the trek - and not only that, your back is a total mess, from prior abuse.  Per the Lord God's law, the hebrews are to give you sanctuary - while, among the pagan nations, escaped slaves were quickly dimed out.  And, by the way, you have no idea who your daddy is - and you don't even know if your mom knows who sired you.  That makes you a b-tard, and so, you can't attend the hebrew's church.

But there you are.  For the first time, in too long a time, you have a job where your boss doesn't beat/headgame the tar out of you for ...puah...sheets and giggles.  Also, you are paid well enough to atleast eat regular, and actually have two changes of clean clothing.  And a pair of shoes, that don't have holes.  

So, there you are, doing some kind of farm job - basically, like most everyone else.   Where you came from, work was basically the stuff that only the vast majority of common folks did.  Work was looked down upon, by the slim minority of the wealthy class - who, by the way, got their money by any means; if that meant ripping off old people ... oh flipping well!  

Where you come from, whatever gods that were worshipped, were also social darwinistic, as all get out.  Where you come from, gods are all a bunch of headgamers that you have to kiss up to - like the elephant in the room, who just took yet another dump, where you're from, folks said little about the obvious; that is, if they even thought their gods were, at best, a waste of headspace.

But here, where you are working now...even though, you are excluded from church, here and there, little by little, you've heard things about the hebrew's Lord God.  Things you never, ever have heard before, about any other god.  Mind boggling, actually.  

The hebrew's Lord God has commands against ripping off customers, beating servants, mistreating poor people, favoring one wife's provisions over another's.

Wow, very different.  More later, got to get ready for work.

Once again, lesson learned. Why it's important to actually read Scripture, outside of church. Just heard a sermon

from a different preacher on sermonaudio.com (and so far, he is evidently KJB - so, i'll stick around and listen to more).  Anyway, he was preaching from the beginning of Deuteronomy 23 - that's the part where, if you or your great, great, great ... grandparent was born out of wedlock, you can't sit in the assembly.  Thing is, this particular preacher came off harsh, at the very idea as to why someone would question.  Uhm, it's a human thing.  But what he didn't address, and should have, were other parts of the Old Testament, where the people who were excluded from the assembly, did hear preaching.

Excluded from the assembly?  Happens today.  In about two weeks, an assembly, who meets monthly, will be getting together.  If i was to show up, i would, point blank, be asked to leave.  Oh wait, there's another assembly that meets...bi-monthly?  Not sure.  All's i know is, i am EXCLUDED from even just entering the room, and sitting quietly.  You see, the one assembly is the men's prayer breakfast; the other, is the deacons' meeting.  And no, at the church i go to, they follow the Scripture.  Women cannot be deacons.

So, in another sermon, the preacher said, that in the hebrew, there are different words for different assemblies.  Evidently, in Deuteronomy 23, the Lord is referring to the assembly of the church leaders - deacons and such men in leadership positions.  There's also this one function, thrice yearly, that only men attend - i think they had to travel.

Glad i read, glad i listened, because got to thinking about some half breed whatever who came to live amongst the hebrews.  Was thinking...wah, wait a minute, how does that guy or gal get the opportunity to hear preaching, and come to salvation?  

Was a bit upset.  And to hear the first preacher, basically invalidate ANY questions, and THEN basically accuse anyone who dares to question, is smartmouthing the Lord.

And ya wonder why people want no parts of church?

No, not mad at the first preacher.  Though would most likely cop an attitude - at the perhaps, "stumble passage" - if i hadn't read other parts of Scripture.  Am by means NO Bible scholar; most times, do not have chap-n-verse, but have seen it written - where EVERYBODY, including the stable boy and the scullery maid, assemble to hear the preaching.  

Have to get it together, and get a notebook.

Listened to a podcast, given by a bachelor, who had mentioned height - the chicks want tall men. Anyway, just had a thought,

while looking for shoes, and wanting to buy a pair that were pretty...through three stores, and had two choices: flat and frumpy or 3.5 inch pron-star.  Well, i'm a bit old for the later :)   Anyway, seriously doubt, if i was the only customer who was looking for a 1 to 1.5 pair.  By the way, the pron height draws upon even young backs - let alone old ones.  But the reason i am posting this, isn't really about women.

It's about men.  

Just a few minutes ago, got to thinking about that bachelor.  Really, he's an attractive fella - so what if he's half bald and some 10-15 pounds overweight - you'll have this with post-40 year olds.  And no, am not looking - not into robbing cradles, thankyoukindly.  Anyway, he mentioned being under 5'6" - is that a crime?  

Well, was thinking...wait a minute, there's plenty of young 5.2 and 5.3 women around.  Some shorter.  And yeah, i get it:  if a 5.8 woman gains three pounds, nobody notices, but if a short girl ... yada yada.  

But here's the deal.  A young short honey has a date tonight, and right now, she's fixing to go over to the mall to buy a pair of nice shoes to wear because, well, she likes the guy.  Of course, she wants something pretty.

But the pretty pairs are 3.5 inches.

Could it be, women's shoe designers do NOT consider men under 5'8"?  Not surprised :/