Well, that was interesting, but not surprising. One of the leading red-pill brownnosers

was doing what she likes doing best :  bashing single people; especially, of course, single women.   It's like, girl, yer a flat out, pathetic failure because ya don't have a man.  It's smug self-righteous b.s. like this, that provokes single women to get involved with low-lifes; next thing ya know, a baby is either aborted, or the child grows up fatherless.  Uhm, no woman - well, any woman with atleast part of a conscience - wants to, without skipping a beat, just erase her kid; women who get abortions do so, because they see no viable way out.

Anyway, even if one or both fornicators - because most guys don't want marriage; they just want free chicken - use birth control, still, the act of fornication took place, and will likely again ... likely with someone else.  Spiritual pick-pocketing.  

Anyway, the not-too surprising part was:  the brownnoser was, of course, on camera.  Wah, wait... She's a married woman (and obviously LOVES to rub that fact in other women's faces) on a channel, which is viewed by alot of red-pill men.   But i couldn't help but to notice, this very slender wife (of about 28 or so) was barely dressed; she had on a tank top that showed her entire midriff, and a pair of hot pants.

Then again, maybe her husband is liberal about stuff like that.  Maybe her husband isn't...well, old-fashioned.  But i don't think so.  While boyfriends like that strutting stuff sort of thing, husbands don't. 

Where did the hebrew kings get the time? Whenever one of those men became king, he had to

write his own copy of the five books of Moses.  From Genesis, through Deuteronomy ; that's about 240 pages - about the size of whatever it's called that phd's have to write, in order to get their doctorate.  Thing is, that guy at work, he has a computer.  King David didn't even have a manual typewriter.  From what i understand, back then, they wrote upon vellum - some kind of animal product.  Can only guess, a scroll was about five yards in length.  They wrote on both sides.  

From what i can figure, a typical Bible page is about 5 inches wide - but, for figuring sake, will make it 6 inches.  A 15 foot scroll would accommodate about 30 pages of text; then there's the other side to write upon.  So, the scroll would accommodate some 60 pages.  Such a scroll would be enough for Genesis, about 55 pages.  For Exodus, King David would have to get another scroll; after penning the 50-some pages, he would need another for Leviticus, some 35 pages; so, with all the scrolls in the supply cabinet, his secretary might grab one a bit shorter.  For Numbers, he'd need a 15 footer scroll, since Numbers runs about 50 pages.  The fifth scroll would accommodate Deuteronomy, which is just a bit over 40 pages.

Oh but wait, the fun hasn't even started.  If i am not mistaken, no erasure was allowed - maybe, for ordering chariot parts, but not for this.  If you missed a word, or wrote "was" instead of "is," too bad for you.  The scroll - yeah, and you were about half way through the other side - couldn't merely be pitched.  It had to be burnt - i.e., Start Over.  

I'll bet kings did their Law copying in the morning, before any of the round of staff meetings ... with one or more people, any boss would just love to throttle.

Having a i-oughta-just-retire moment, but a pension is not as much as a pay-check. The day after the working

staff luncheon, the leftover lunchmeat had been put in the frig.  Well, was just in the breakroom, and needed to throw something away, when i spied, in the trashcan, somebody - instead of taking the lunchmeat home - decided to just pitch it in the trash.  There was enough to feed two or three teenagers.  Whoever, could have taken it home; there was nothing wrong with it - we've been buying from that vendor.  Sort of thing upsets me, there's people in the world...  Yep, need to hang it up and put in the papers, but would rather have enough $$$ for when i do (or have to) retire.  Too many old people think they can stop working, only to end up ... nuts and bolts.

Oh, here we go, with another tale of winter's-comming woe.

Some fornicator, who doesn't like the Bible (big surprise, huh - anyway...) his latest post is ... oh, just another gas-lite (pee-yew-we).  He gleefully claims that getting things fixed is going to get worse for single women, because men aren't going into the trades, and the older tradesmen are retiring - well yeah!  So, gloria, you can't get your roof fixed until mid june?  And it started to leak during that last rain storm?   Ha-ha-ha, heavy rain is on the way - basically the scoffer's take.  

Well shorty, tell that one to Paul the Plumber.  He needs his roof replaced; he'd do it himself, but is unable.  Short on staff, and long on customers; he and his guys have been putting in the overtime; money's nice, but the ot shiola, that gets old after awhile.  Especially, when you're pushing 50, and things...well, you're not 35 anymore. Granted, Paul got a lucky break; Ralph the Roofer will be sending his team in April.  

But still, as i post this entry, Gloria is walking out of wally-world, with two of those tin-foil rectangular baking pans and a sponge mop.  Paul has the pans, but the mop is looking sorry, so he's in the store - but is presently looking at some yard stuff.

i understand, that back in the old days, it wasn't unusual for women to keep private journals.

Am sure, many did not have the time to write what they wanted, but there's something to it.  For one thing, a means to process thoughts, and for sure, a private place to deal with ... whatever, and work through it.  Being the "emotional" creatures us gals are, a journal ... helps.  Have to wonder, how many women would like to keep a journal, but (like a freaking thousand other barriers) cannot ... for one or more reasons : namely, NO time (for the pack-mule), and of course, nosey people.  Ya know, just two minutes after you get a spare few minutes, someone has to flipping bug you ... for something they can do themselves.  Of course :/  

Tell me this ain't intentional!

Anyway, this post is, somewhat, a continuation of the previous.   Seriously believe that invalidation in the church, is nothing new.   Mom, at the tender age of nine, knew something wasn't right; needful to say, she didn't stick around.  Sure, like most families, back then, they atleast went sometimes; for mom, it was physical - and that was about it.  Too many toadies (hypocrits).   My dad?  He got the heck out of there, at around 15-ish - he would have left earlier, but his folks were every-sunday; he wasn't allowed to run and play after church; so, for a normal red-blooded young boy, sunday ... well, inhaled.  Guess so :/

Fast forward some thirty years later; my parents were raising us kids.  There was never any prayer, Bible reading ... and forget about hymns.  The only time the Lord's name was uttered was either in jest, or more like frustration about something not working / lack of funds to fix it.  And people question how (too doggone many) children are a blessing from God???  Can only guess, Gawwd only has time for just ever-so people; people who don't have problems, who don't hesitate to pray, and also fast ra-lid-jus-ly, with a (simpering) smile.  Yeah, thanks preeechers, for invalidating people (with sermons that could freeze hydrogen).  Just downright swindling people, including my parents!!!  Like it's not enough, that the unsaved world delights in slowly chewing up people alive??  And then has the narkish nerve to make fun of the damage.

Book of Jude is one-page.  Unfortunately, doesn't get preached much.  Seriously, over the past 10 years, have listened to or read thousands of Bible sermons.  So much gets glossed over - if not ignored.  Uhm, for real: the Bible is so packed, one - yeah, even ONE Scripture can preach hours.  For real.

More later.  That post this morning, still has me about half froze.

And people are so turned OFF!!! by preachers and Scripture???

Just read a post from a preacher - yeah, a real one, who pastors a brick-and-mortar church, AND from the real Bible (King James).  Mmkay, that said ... anyway, the post came off very invalidating of his wife.  He's going on a trip; but she's not going along - just the usual stuck-at-home with...yikes, another kid on the way.  (What is she? A freaking factory???)  And yeah, i get it, marital and repro bondage is a result of the fall - just as men having to dig ditches in the july heat.

Have noticed - having listened to many of his sermons - he is no friend of feminism - but in all fairness, neither does he give free passes to workshy-guys.  But this post is about his evident 'tude towards women in general.  Bet she'd like to see some places - who wouldn't!  Am not going to go into further detail, simply because i do believe he is a for-real Christian - and seriously don't want to engage in a Family feud; no thankyoukindly.

Purpose of this post is simply:  when most people - saved or unsaved - think of sin, smoking cigarettes and laughing at lewd jokes comes to mind.   Have heard and read people of the world - either conveniently, or unknowingly (or both), - charging church-going people as being both holier-than-thous and hypocrites.  Have reason to believe, there's a bit of intimidation toward churchgoers in the mix, but that was my mindset, before having come to the Reality (back in the spring of 2010)...ya know, how can they be so...just everso; who th' #<^@ do they think they are...?? yeah, that sort of thing. 

Anyway, sometimes he comes off as a bit misogynistic.  Being for-real, bet he struggles with that very deceptive sin of pride.  Yep, hear ya - i struggle likewise; being feministic and very guarded toward men - just don't trust 'em; there's a predatory/opportunistic nature about the lot of 'em.  

Yep, this born-again child of God, struggles.  NO!  Church people aren't all happy-clappy sing-songie perfect.  We have struggles.  Difference is, we know the Bible is right.

Using the modern day calendar, just to get a perspective on the time Noah and company were aboard

the ark.  While, think i read somewhere, the jewish calendar is 360 days, but am going with what am familiar.   Ball park figures, but here we go.  February (not Jan) 17th, all are safely aboard, and it starts to rain...boyhowdy, it's a coming down in buckets.  (See Genesis 7:11)  

March 27 - the 40 days and nights of pounding rain has finally stopped, but we're definitely floating.  Yeah, the rain stopped, but the fountains of the deep didn't.  (Genesis 7:17)

July 17 - Tha-lunk!  The ark has landed upon the top of  Mount Ararat.   (Genesis 8:4)

October 1 - Genesis 8:5 says the tops of mountains could be seen.  Earlier, (Genesis 7:20) they'd all been under water; the highest of them, something like 22 feet (tallest of dinosaurs might have been able to keep his head above water...well, for two minutes, because here comes another wave, and the undertow...).

November 10 (veterans' day, roundabout)  Noah opens a window and sends forth a raven and a dove.  The dove returns; some scholars believe, what land was yet available, had alot of flood debris, and doves are neat freaks - while ravens, meh, they don't care if the place is messy. (Genesis 8:7-8)

November 17 - Noah sends the dove out again; she comes back with an olive branch.  (Genesis 8:10-11).  Okay, so stuff is growing; we could ask, why couldn't they get off the ark?  Probably, because olive trees were still two-foot saplings - and didn't need feet kicking up mud.  Speaking of mud, see that tender oak sapling over by the hill?  Whew, that mudslide almost got it.

November 24 - (Thanksgiving, roundabout)  Noah sends forth the dove: she doesn't return.  (Genesis 8:12)  Guess things are drying out, and making available, neat spaces.  So, we may ask, why can't the other birds get off yet?  Could it be, the young plants are still too tender to be dealing with an onslaught of wings, beaks and feet?

January 1 (Happy New Year)  Noah removes the covering - the good crew can actually enjoy their cake and coffee on deck.  (Genesis 8:13)    So, we may, again, ask...wha...why can't we go out and atleast walk around?   Could it be, the plant life and the ground is still not ready for a bunch of boat-fevered bodies, running all over the place?  

February 27 - they finally, after one year and one month, are able to depart. 

Per last post, what the "incident" was all about - love using that word to describe the actions

of ... well, unpleasant people - people who...well, won't grow the heck up.  Uhm, 7 year-olds are 7 year-olds; they ask questions; even straight A smart kids haven't been around long enough to successfully navigate around (needless, pointless, and every flipping where) "adult???" drama.  Sorry, but not at all, momster had NO excuse to bust on her kid the way she did.  Btw, in the previous sentence, wanted to use another derivative, but that still small voice said "no."  

When you listen to a preacher's sermons, sooner or later, you're bound to learn things about his life - "his," because women aren't supposed to preach - us gals can have blogs (along some waay outback side of the internet).  Anyway, in his sermon about "natural affection" and, generally, the things of God, this particular preacher had grown  up in a single parent home; sometime, during the man's early boyhood, his folks had divorced; and it sounded like his mom had an angry streak about her.   He didn't go into description, because...well, like the details are really anyone else's business?? Anyway, sort of thing can mess up a kid, really bad.  Really bad.

This 50-something year-old man was preaching about how, basically, the "heathen rage" at the mere utterance of (oh. horrors) words like "prayer," "scripture," and especially, "Jesus Christ is LORD."  Oh they do.  i was once a kid, asking questions.

Wha...? It was just a child's question! How was that little boy supposed to know, his asking

would cause his mom to storm and rage?  No, at the time of the (narcish???) incident, he didn't ask why dad left (nor was daDuh "interested" in his sons living with him - is that a shock ;/ ).   And no, the 6 or 7 year-old didn't ask his mom how much she made, what was in her checkbook; no nosey questions concerning his mom's personal decisions.  The question he posed, WAS his business; actually, the most important thing anyone could ask. 

The little boy merely asked his mom why they didn't go to church, pray or read the Bible.  Okay, if the kid's dialog included a reference to another family or other families in general...yeah, that can set a grouchy parent off quickly enough...yeah, how convenient.  

Anyway, enjoy this KJB preacher's sermons.  And love how he calls "adults" on their (totally freaking pathetic) bull cookies, while at the same time remaining Biblical - i.e., respectful.  His brief story...resonated.  He's a waay nicer person than i am - it's only the conviction from the Holy Spirit that keeps me from posting some rather harsh words/phrases on this blog...wanna post this or that, but Scripture (two or three witnesses...) says, uh-uh, don't go there.

They just plum dropped their nets - their livelihoods - and took off? Uhm, what about their families?

This was in the days when women had few, if any, options - and were about totally at the mercy of their fathers or husbands; wasn't like today, where male-invented technology enables single women to earn a living, own a home.  This particular account is detailed in Matthew 4.  So, bible-bashers can go on, yet another, huff about how the flying pasta monster hates women.  Bashing's alot easier than study, because guess what :)

All the details aren't in one place; am beginning to notice that with Scripture.  But what still surprises uneducated me, but shouldn't (am mid 60s, and oughta know better by now) is:  evangelical atheists HAVE read the Bible, cover to cover, numerous times (so they say ... oh, tell me anything... :).  Seriously, some have ACTUALLY read Scripture, and read it close - like that Bart dude, who used to be a preacher, and that southern guy who had also gone to Bible college.

Uhm, these guys are smart.  So, how'd they end up clueless?  Well, yeah, even i know that Bible stuff is "spiritually discerned." (1 Corinthians 2:14)  And wow, must be catching on, because didn't have to google that one - knew it was either in 1 Corinthians 1 or 2...somewhere :)

Anyway, break is fixing to end.  Just want to say, that some other fishing net details are in the early part of Luke, Chapter 5.  Peter and company had been fishing all night, and didn't catch a thing; Jesus, having approached them for likely the very first time, told them to go out again.  Well this time, they caught so many fish, the nets were starting to tear, and they called for the other boat.  So many fish, BOTH boats were very weighed down.  In short, a very, very good catch.  Sounds like Peter's family, and the families of his brothers were kept in resources for quite awhile - ya know, while Peter and his team, had put aside their nets, to go walk with Jesus, and be fishers of men (and women).

So, this account tells me, that the Lord prepares people to do things.  Would be willing to bet, that Peter - even before coming to a saving knowledge - had been a successful businessman; that he managed well his resources and treated his customers with fairness - yep, even while lost in his sins. We know, he had a potty mouth; bet he struggled against that, probably throughout his life.

Back to work :)

Katelyn is 30-something, and has "hit the wall." Uhm yeah, how else is she

to put up that little shelf above her utility sink?   She's new to all this home-maintenance stuff, but the rather ditsy approaching-middle aged woman did know enough to "hit the wall" with her hand to make sure there was backing to hold the screws in place.   Oh, by the way, she maintains her walls; whenever she leaves the house, she locks the doors, to keep anyone from violating her boundaries (aka, real estate).  Older women "hitting the wall?"  Nice try, ever peevish (wannabe fornicating) mgtows.  Homes need maintenance, and that involves dealing with walls.

Oopps, did one of the evolution people, come a bit close to giving away the store? On a you-tube,

someone was talking about t-rex, and he guesstimated - per his knowledge about gators and other reptiles - that this particular t-rex had lived for about a century.  Now, we all know that t-rex, being the toughest dude on the block, lived a rough life - when you are at the top of your game, there's always competition.  In another video, another evolutionist had noted, a scarcity of juvenile dinosaurs.  Why?  Was the world that tough, that the young ones hadn't exactly a head-start, in dino-gangsta land?  Or is it, that young dino-bones didn't last into fossils - some dino bone structures are hollow, else, they'd of been too heavy to move around properly; but that applies to brontos and such: still, mr.t-rex was no lightweight.   i am left wondering, if the 100-some year-old was actually an up and coming kingpin of the hood.  

As for size, some reptiles continue to grow throughout life.   Some grow faster than others ; ordinary turtles - dont grow much Btw, a regular turtle can live some 150 years.   Gators can get big.  About 50 or 60 years ago, there was this one gator, just going about his business.  He had a war wound on his some eight or nine foot long (maybe longer) body - a bullet, from the civil war.

Anyway, time to get ready for church.

More than one red-pill was whining (surprised?) how, when men come up with an idea/plan,

and, inevitably, it's only a matter of time - and not so much of it - before women get on board.  Well duh, it's only the Lord's natural order of things : men lead, women follow.  And yeah, feminists don't want to hear about that...oh well, is what it is.  Anyway, from about 20-some years ago, when the internet was new, "masculists" - now aka red-pill, were strongly advising other men to not marry, and not even cohab; and if they do marry, to get a rock solid prenup.

Well, guess what :)  Women are getting on board with the same advice to other women.  This includes, until he is properly vetted, don't invite him to spend the night - nip any possible drama, right there.  And there's more.  Women are advising other women to guard their finances - don't tell him where you work, how much you make, where you live.  In short, keep personal business VERY personal. 

It's almost funny, while the misogs are telling their net buddies how to thwart her fixing to move in, women are advising other women to get familiar with their area's tenant laws.  Also, if any mail with his (or any other) name upon it, write "NOT AT THIS ADDRESS" and take it straightaway to the post office or give it to your mail carrier.   As the red-pills have advised, don't let your "guest" leave any personal belongings at your place ; women are passing the same advice onto other women. 

Needful to say, the guys are getting peeved, that after 6,000 years of taking guff, we gals finally have opportunities/options, and are not only growing brains, but spines too.  Guess the guys will have to stay peeved.  Too bad, so sad.  

Discovery can take time - years even. About that little metal box you found two springs ago,

while digging up a space to grow a tater garden.  Some old spanish? coins.  And ya still have 'em, because ... well, the only thing you know about old coins, is the 1912 silver dollar your grandaddy gave you, on your 10th birthday - which sits in your sock drawer, alongside a little plaque you'd won at a science fair, sometime back in junior high.  You've been meaning to study up on coins, because you're smart enough to steer clear of flea(ce) market predators.  But, well, between running your tire business, and podcasting (the usual whiney, wannabee whoremongering bs) on your mgtow channel ... well,science fact, there's only 24 hours in a day.

Just saying, discovery takes time to process - to think about, to plan, to decide.  Women are discovering - since they're realizing, that it's just plain SMART to earn and manage wisely, their own resources, and that depending on a man (or anyone else, for that matter) is anything but smart.  Anyway, sooner or later, it's no great wonder, that women will begin to question whether or not, having an intimate relationship with a man (or anyone else) is worth the mess, and the general host of hassles.

Simple equation:  other people = drama...eh, no thankyou :)

Back in Bible-bashing days, the only thing i (cared to) noticed was, the Proverbs 31 woman, didn't get much sleep.

Per Proverbs 31:15 and 18, (please see verses below) she's the first to get up, and the last to go to bed.  Hhmm, at first glance, can sound like the modern wife - working fulltime, then coming home tired, but with a full 2nd shift before her.  Oh, but the difference - and a BIG one - between the two wives is:

Number one, her husband is successful.; he isn't some longtime low-tier jasper, sitting on his duff, bending any unfortunate ear, pontificating how he knows better than the ceo.  Nope, her husband is on the board of directors, babah :)  AND is well regarded by his colleagues :)  So, he's doing what he needs done, and she is able to get alot done.

For one thing, she has household help.  And not only that, she has the resources to compensate her housemaids well above mere minimum wage.  In short, she makes sure these women, doing the menial tasks, have warm clothing on their backs and nutritious food in their bellies.  Also, the kitchen maid doesn't have to worry about getting canned because, just when she handed a sandwich to a begger, her boss happened to step into the kitchen to check on something.  Nope, the lady of the manor has better things to do than be keeping tabs on every last turk-n-tuna sandwich.

For sure, the lady of the house is putting in serious hours - per the Scriptures - 

probably about sixteen hours, six days a week.  Not only supervising, she makes fine things to sell at the market; with her profits, she is able to put these funds toward buying significant purchases - like land.  This isn't some $3-n-change etsy op.  Not only that, she has plenty of beautiful space to live and work in ; we're talking about a paid-off HOUSE, with plenty of rooms - not some crampy postage-stampy $1,400 monthly apartment - or denty sodacan trailer, with a $500 microscopic-lot rent. (Just freaking insane.)

How's she do it all, without burnout - and the inevitable slouch2grouch?  Yep, it also makes a big difference, when you can look out the window, and smile at the sleet and wind - when you see the electric bill in the mail, and have NO worries, whatsoever.   And have worries, because the property taxes will be arriving in about a week or two.

"She riseth also while it is yet night, and giveth meat to her household, and a portion to her maidens."  Proverbs 31:15

"She is not afraid of the snow for her household : for all her household are clothed with scarlet."  Proberbs 31:21

"Her husband is known in the gates, when he sitteth among the elders of the land."  Proverbs 31:23

Well, that podcast was a bit too much information. The obviously smug, self-satisfied

influencer could have simply said, concerning her plans, immediately after her broadcast - of which she had flat out told her listeners, she looked forward...and that's okay.  Anyway, she could have said, along the lines of, "...husband and i are going roller skating."  Or whatever!  But nope, she had to get her smug little digs in with a "cuddle with my husband."  Snooty marrieds.   Have noticed that.  Wives sticking their left third fingers into the faces of single women; as if single gals are lesser beings...uhm, because single women aren't running after some guy's heels, cooking his meals - even though she just got off work, and is tired - picking up his laundry (because he evidently doesn't know the hamper is right in the hallway between their bedroom and the bathroom).

But aside of the uncompensated overwork that many wives are saddled with, there's a far more important issue at hand - oh, and being a freaking two-legged packmule, is by no means to be minimized; not for one second.  The critical issue of single's-shaming (oh, these snooties love to shame other women...haven't men done that 6,000 years enough already???)  Anyway, these wives' little vIctory dance - while swinging a pocket watch - only serve to further deceive vulnerable women, into one-sided relationships.  Newsflash:  there's ALOT of "men" out there who about equate s3x with taking a leak : well, that's very telling.   And then we wonder why the farm show needs to hire security to walk around the cow and chicken pens?  Uhm, the cash box isn't kept anywhere near the critters.

The issue is one of eternal consequences : that is, the Lord doesn't like fornication, not one bit!   In his Bible, it's a major thou shalt not.