Oh boy, a certain red-pill punk is having another widdle gwee-fest.

In short, he delights in seeing (single post-"wall") women get fired from their jobs.  You could ask: isn't he being a bit mean-spirited?  The Scripture-backed answer to that is: well, whaddaya expect, from a blasphemer, (are all those j.c's really necessary ?) a fornicator (if his gf is good enough to eff, but not marry, what's that say)?

And yeah, i get it - while assuming his career is, and has always been, a few grades higher than clerk-work.  He likely had the experience of having to work late - and miss so-n-so's party/picnic or the game (and scrambled to sell the $$$ ticket) - because, once again, some single mom's kid sneezed in daycare ... / was down with yet another kid-sickness.  (Fact of life in the world of grownups: kids get sick.)   Moving right along...  

Perhaps, (prior to making a sizable living through cashing in on incels' long list of woe-is-mee's) he had been a supervisor, and - because business has to go on - had the need to write-up, or check the leave balances of,  several employees for tardiness (when ya have kids...) and, on top of other duties, couldn't find "Smith."  Only to realize, some fifteen precious minutes (YES, "valuable!") later, the last name is "Reynold Smith" - not "Reynolds-Smith" and not "Reynold-Smith."  Hyphenated names ... bruh :/  ...stupid program doesn't do * ... what the hey???

Anyway, he'd likely noticed almost all those long-winded names belong to one gender (and seldom to the other gender).  He'd likely also had noticed, that the list of 0's and near 0's is somewhat longer on one gender, than on the other.  When ya have kids...  He'd probably also noticed, that aside of the what-is-this!the-dutchess-of-wellington?, the sir-name changes, and likely had anticipated/experienced the work-load scramble - both ralph and sara, his best workers, very peeved at having to...  Oh, the delights of supervision :/

Anyway, while part of me considers listening to the broadcast, the more sensible side, knows full well, there will likely be a host of j.c's, and other clever-wannabee phrases.  So, the more rational, more logical side knows,  move along, nothing worth hearing there.  

Still, in all fairness, the legit question arises - one which concerns overhead.  Per that certain/related question/s, oh the Bible is quite clear.  But this article more pertains to the majority - not so much the "remnant."  

Thing is, it's not about the big mini van (reliable wheels) or the dinner delivery, or even the nail studio - those are but symptoms...in this fallen world.   It's about long term planning ... isn't that what grownups are supposed to do?  Btw, Bible is also quite clear about saving money, paying bills on time ... ya know, being responsible. Anyway, moms work, because ... well, the sad REALITY is:  there's alot of work-shy dads out there - who also lie.

Day Three - smokey skies, and no news about it.

Surprised, but not really.  Guess what were beautiful trees, turned to smouldering ash and dust, are yesterday's news.  Thing is, there was no news yesterday, or the day before - just stupid hollywood and politics crap (same difference, really :/   Though, a few weeks ago, when the forest fires of canada blazed up, they did say that fires were expected to continue for several weeks.  Still, one would expect a news story on the headlines.  But guess not.  All's i know is, at work, we have training requirements, and when you click off the course page,  the search engine brings you to a newspage.

"One little obstacle...?" Seriously??? Pastor frozen-chosen was referring to a wealthy man, who wanted to "inherit eternal life."

(Mark 10:17-23).  Verse 20 describes him as having, from youth, lived a clean life - ya know, not sleeping around, not beating people up, not ripping them off, not flipping off his parents.  Jesus affirms this in verse 19.  But anyone who's browsed Scripture, is likely aware, that even being a complete tea-tottler, in itself, doesn't save; an old person can be sinless all his or her life, then one morning - on the way to the hardware store - flips the bird at some other driver...oh, that was close.  That's also sin, and without the Lord's forgiveness, per the Cross, one sin = a fully conscious, eternal death sentence in the lake of fire (Revelation 20:13-15).  It was eating just one bit of fruit that undid Adam and Eve - had the Lord not forgiven them...yikes.  Okay, that said.  

Anyway, the wealthy man "went away grieved" (Mark 10-22) upon hearing Jesus himself, tell him to "sell whatsoever thou hast, and give..." (Mark 10:21).  And mr.frozen-chosen sums that up as, "one little obstacle."  Are you bleeping kidding me!  Okay, i don't have a theology degree, but doggoneit, know enough that the Bible says we're to have compassion for people/their situations.  And that includes wealthy people.  "One little obstacle..."  My little bank-balance.   

Oh, and of course, he had to emphasize how many strive to enter in, but cannot. (Luke 13:24)  Biblical.  Well guess what!  So's Matthew 23:13!  If i didn't know any better, would conclude f.c. doesn't have any sins to deal with (like the rest of us sorry-sacks-a...) and so joyfully obeys the Lord 110% of the time.

 

"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

"Strive to enter in at the strait gate : for many, I say unto you, will seek to enter in, and shall not be able." Luke 13:24

"For they bind heavy burdens and grievous to be borne, and lay them on men's shoulders; but they themselves will not move them with one of their fingers."  Matthew 23:4

"And he said, Woe unto you also, ye lawyers! for ye lade men with burdens grievous to be borne, and ye yourselves touch not the burdens with one of your fingers."  Luke 11:46

His sermon was Biblical - even i know that. He preached from the very scary Marthew 7:14, ya know, the verse (among various other scary ones).

For starters, Matthew 7:14, "Because strait is the gate, and narrow is the way, which leadeth unto life, and few there be that find it."  The verse before, (7:13) clearly states that "many" will go through the "wide" one that leads to ... where nobody wants to eternally end.  The preacher then quotes some other following Christ scriptures, being even harder, narrower.    And then at the end, only to find out, you didn't make the cut (Matthew 7:21-23).

Well, that's encouraging (NOT!!) to people who atleast know God is real, and that they're in eternally serious trouble, if they don't up and deep-six their sins, and come to Christ.  In short, people who know they're lost, and are on their way to hell.  Even harder to square, in knowing, there's alot of kind, others-centered people around...ya know, like that nice co-worker - the one who never has anything bad to say to, or about anyone, or anything - who happens to be ... of another faith.

Thing is, if i could bottle his very Biblical sermon, there'd be enough AC to cover the house, for the entire summer, with almost enough left over for the pole barn.  Don't want to accuse, but doggonnit, he came off just plain ice cold.  Maybe he, without missing a beat, has no problem singing that highly convicting hymn, "I surrender All" and following that one up with "Blessed Assurance."  Well, bully for him!  But many of us, find ourselves...uhm, not exactly  "boldly approaching the throne of grace" proclaiming those verses.

And basically, his answer - his emphasis - to people questioning whether they're saved is, well, ya might not be.  And yeah, i get it:  it's very VERY important to examine ourselves, to read the Scriptures, to pray, and to put off sin - like that's easy doing?  Well, maybe for him.  Maybe he's not even tempted to reach for a second slice of pizza, let alone a beer or a dollar store spy novel.

What was most disturbing about the sermon - and yes, it was Biblical, while ez-beLIEvism/cheap grace is very not - was knowing full well, that this isn't the first time - or the last - a frozen-chosen will (knowlingly, or unknowingly) stand right inside that narrow gate, not letting some poor soul through.  

Btw, no wonder Paul talks about "agonizing," like an athlete getting to the finishing line, or like a soldier pushing his way through enemy lines.  Paul himself was quite aware, but for the Lord's grace, that he himself could end up "castaway."  All's i know is, Jesus Christ himself had been in, i think Jerusalem, and saw a bunch of lost people going about their daily business (working, greeting friends, food shopping) and "Jesus wept."

Single women over 30 are deep in debt - another installment of the red-pill glee-fest :/

Various facts are conveniently forgotten.  Number 1 - it's usually (single) mom who has the kids, and kids are always hungry, and need or want stuff.  Number 2 - more (single) women have unpaid college debt, because more women go (or have gone) to college than do men.  Number 3 - more (single) women have mortgage payments, because more women are purchasing (have purchased) houses than do men.  Btw, apartments are crampy enough for one person, let alone with two children.  The rent for a 3-bedroom??  And those bedrooms are tiny.  Might as well just go get a house loan.  In order to qualify for that loan, however,  one must have a steady J-O-B and a reasonable credit rating.  Number 4 - (single) women have higher credit-card balances than do men...oh, could it be, one month, Johnny outgrew his track shoes; another month, Julia broke her glasses while playing field hockey.  And still, another month, the house needed ... Number 5 - (single) women tend to buy pricier vehicles, because - especially,  with kids - reliable transportation is more of a need, and less of a luxury.  It's not like back in the day, when your car quit halfway between...  

While men can do just fine with an older/used car, women - especially, mothers - tend to not have much of a do-it-yourself skill-set...though, even red-pills have noticed there's too many guys out there who aren't much ahead of the women in that respect.  

In all fairness, am going to address the question:  do more women mismanage their money, than do men?    Ya know, door-dash and fake nails?  As for lottery ticket purchases?  That appears to be gender-blind - and less expensive than playing poker on a losing night.  Speaking of cagey people and deeds, which sex is buying more booze/pot - which, by the way, doesn't really cost a whole lot...  Oh wait, what that stuff does to brain cells ... and ya wonder why jasper is working his tail off, in search of the next sofa (yep, auntie maybelle just called the realtor).

No ammonia? What the heck! Don't people houseclean anymore? Or is it,

basic stuff, like ammonia, is economical?  Oh, can't have that, can we!  So, bought a gallon of some sort of green all-purpose cleaner for about $10, when the same amount of what i really wanted - clear ammonia - would have cost around $8.  Maybe, the hardware store has some, but that means extra running.  

Just used some of it.  It's horrible.  Doesn't clean even a forth as good, as good old fashioned no-nonsense ammonia.  With ammonia, you don't have to rinse - just keep the windows open, curtains parted.

Perhaps, the powers that be ... (their floors cleaned from the barely-paid labor of women from mexico, and other countries) have determined that american consumers are simply too stupid to handle basic chemicals.  

There wasn't any at the dollar-store in town either.  Just some sort of watered-down whatever - which isn't really good on old wood floors.  Ammonia on a sponge mop, gets the job done fast - oh my, can't have that, can we :/

Well, this was going to set David back some, but aside of needed supplies, another pressing need

that the warrior didn't really anticipate.    The camels were being loaded with the usual dozen or so swords and knives, a few leather vests, several bolts of wool, a mace - no, two of them - and about a dozen shields.  David preferred the metal ones, but the merchant didn't have enough of them, so the good general made do with purchasing the ones of leather overlaid wood.  Being an experienced warrior, he'd meet with his captains later on, and they'd revise their battle plans.  While men of David's high position, normally had people to do their ordnance shopping, this time, especially, he chose this ... well, this procurement rep's task.  

The last, but certainly not least, purchase wasn't war materials.  The old battle merchant was noted for sometimes having things non battle related.  And that's why Commander-n-Chief David had traveled miles out of his way.  Among the merchant's wares, was a table laden with bolts of fine linens, and some silks; he also had a few nice pieces of jewelry.   The merchant, of course, was asking top price - but why not!  This part of the country could be some sketchy travelling.

To make a long shopping story short, David pulled off a certain treasured heavy gold chain from around his neck.  Not that David was anyone's jewelry-junkie, but he really didn't want to part with the celebrated (and rather coveted) war spoil.  Oh well, he concluded - handing it to the merchant, as payment for these later purchases - hopefully, later down the road, he'd come across it again, and buy it back from its next owner.  

These past few months had been rough.  He and his 600, and their dependents, were too oftentimes hungry, cold - or hot - and tired.  But the real kicker had begun to dawn upon him, just inside two or three weeks ago.  It all started when Abigail and her five ladies, rode into camp.  

The widow and her ladies didn't have much with them; he figured, the rest of their parcels would be along later.  Nope.  At the time, he'd then concluded, that the "woman of good understanding," (1Samuel 25:3) understood a thing or two about camp life.  And while that was evident, still Abigail and company's minimalism turned out to be more than needful.  As a matter of fact, with the season change, and all ...

Another thing David couldn't help but to notice - with the help of overhearing bits and pieces from the servants - the six ladies, maybe, had enough jewelry between them to half fill a small chest - like the dinky one his mom kept on her no-frills dresser.  It was a few mornings later, when Abby came to breakfast in that rather tired looking dressing gown.  The thought, "where'd she get that?  WallyWorld?" popped into his head.   

It was then he realized what a complete scoundrel Nabal truly had been.  Sure, everyone knew ... well anyone who didn't live under a rock, how Nabal would work his tail off to stiff anyone he came in contact - be it merchants, roofers, servants...the little shoe-shine boy.  But his very wife??  What was up with that!

The last post was yesterday. The air this morning is even

hazier and smells more smokey-stale.  Yesterday, someone from work told me, that the forest-fire smoke (from Canada) has nyc looking as smovgy as a third-world city.  Back in the 60s, city air pollution was bad here in the US; people spoke out, and regs were enacted to keep the air, land and waterways atleast somewhat clean.

There had been forest fires up north before; can recall haze coming this direction, a time or two, in the past five years or so.  But this one?  It smells.  It smelled last night.  Makes me sad, those beautiful trees.  Gone.

That's not humidity, that's smoke - you can smell it; the once beautiful, beautiful trees in Canada's forests.

This happened a few years ago, and if i'm not mistaken, south east PA was having a drought.  Well, we're sure having one now haven't had a decent rain in about a month.  Yeah, droughts and forest fires happen, but - with other things going on - seems to be more often/intense.  All's i know is, early in the Old Testament, a whole chapter - which i cannot recall, right now - goes on saying, that if the people do what the Lord asks of them (don't worship idols, don't rip people off) the Lord will send plenty of rain, for all, and people will prosper.  But if not, the rain won't come, (the air will stink of smoke) and the people will become poor/conquered - which did happen, several times.

Too much weirdness going on; it's like every third where ya look, there's some creepy skull or reptile-eye on somebody's t-shirt or car, or whatever.  Passed a vendor truck, with all kinds of creepy painted all over it - ya know, one of those you'd see at any street fair, selling hot dogs or cotton candy.  Bblluck.   That was a few minutes after walking past a vehicle in the parking lot.  Painted on the front and center part of the hood, was this snake eye.  Ew.

And halloween is months away.  

No, this can't be right! Barb took a double-take at her bank statement.

She re-added up, again, the checks she had written, and took into account the three outstanding ones.  Nope!  Her's and the bank's balanced, to the penny.  Uh-uh, this can't be, something's missing.  She pulled out the accordion folder from the drawer, laid it atop her desk, then nudged it aside.  She stepped into her kitchen, and brewed a cup of coffee.  First things first.  With steamy cup in hand, on this balmy late june afternoon, she returned to the folder.

All the year's electric, phone/net mortgage, grocery, and the two credit card statements had check numbers, dates and amounts written on them.  No gaps.  Likewise with March's property tax, April's car inspection and May's eye doctor bill.  She checked her calendar for any expense she may have overlooked.  

It was then she noticed the small mailer lodged, somehow, between the house-loan paperwork.  Within, were two or three rent receipts, and a few somewhat crumpled other things.  One being the last satellite tv statement - $78 bucks, that hadn't cheap - and good bleeping riddance.  A receipt from pizza-planet caught her attention - $37, for a large pizza and a boli; almost enough for lunches and suppers for the whole week.  Back in november, before the move, such barely lasted a day and a half.  A very crumpled slip of paper peeked from the bottom.  She pulled it out.  It was two receips from food-world.  What were they doing?  She rarely kept grocery receipts.  

Smoothing them out, she looked them over.  Staring in the direction of her cupboards, she then noticed what was missing.  There were no chips, or tooth-sticking caramel corns, in her pantry.  Her refrigerator contained none of those abominable wings, nor any of the other thingsl$ she had bought, but not for her enjoyment.  That's what the fruits and veggies were for.   The only deli-items were the container of olives (boy, they were pricey, but so worth it :) and a thing of ham salad - for monday and tuesday's lunch.    No beer either.  Not that Barb was vying for a membership with the local ladies  temperance union, it's just that having a weekly six-pack, costed ... well, she didn't exactly know.  But whatever the amount was, amounted in calories she didn't need to consume.  

One other item on the receipt caught her attention.  Vacuum cleaner bags.  She hadn't bought any since having moved from the apartment.  Those she kept on a shelf, in the laundry room, alongside other cleaning products.  Out of a package of six, there were four left.  Come to think of it, when was the last time she needed to buy floor cleaner?  She glanced at her floors; they were clean; the dry mop did them just fine.

What was missing?  A load, one probably, making a mess...elsewhere.  And good riddance.

Atleast one of the red-pillers gets giddy, when he announces how single men fare financially better than,

do single women.  On the way home, was thinking about my leave balance.   Leave time is like a savings account - as for inflation's siphoning, still better to have resources put aside, for things ... uh, like the $400-ish plumbing bill.  Not complaining, and certainly grateful to be able to have paid it drama-free.   Question does arise, however, had i been born male, would life experience, so far, had provided me the skill to fix the problem?  Maybe so, or maybe partly.  And if either, would have also resulted in taking  less hours off work.  But of course, am old, grew up in a different time, bla, bla, bla...

Well, have just learned, will need to call the garage; the problem isn't a big deal - but it is to me, so will call tomorrow and schedule an appointment later in the week.  Betting, that if i was a man, would know how to fix that - for around $30 - and not end up having to take any leave from work. But then again, hey, i'm old... This car problem will probably cost around $150; oh well, life happens, and am thankful for drama-free solutions.  And am doubly grateful, for having saved leave, over the years, for stuff like this - and for winter weather drama.

Thing is:  while women spend extra on repairs - and cleaning stuff, because we're picky - men's 2-3X upper body strength comes with a grocery price; requires things like ham for breakfast and beef or pork for dinner.  Can only guesstimate what red meat costs nowadays; haven't bought any since John passed.  

Anyway, concerning the red-pill's little glee-fest; his claim that a single man is able to stockpile more money than a single woman, am not quite convinced.  While men, generally, can fix things, that women are ... well, clueless about, another staff meeting comes to mind.  Oh wait, just call the plumber, the roofer, and the guy who puts in windows...   Their older guys are retiring; uhm, yeah, thirty years in the trades, wears down even clean-living men (and women) - by the time these gentlemen hit 60-something, their bodies are hurting.

So yeah, those $400-ish bills he charges people are reasonable; he can retire, and not have to - on top of pinched nerves - pinch stupid pennies on stuff; praise the Lord!  

These contractors are concerned; they're having problems finding qualified men (and women) to hire on.  Frankly, this boomer has little time to go on with (raspy voice) " these young whipper-snappers..."  Gag me a with a spoon ...:/   Reality is, young men learn to fix stuff, mainly, from their Fathers - and that isn't likely to happen so much during those bi-monthly weekend "visitations."  And forget about wednesday evenings - especially when it gets dark at 5pm.  

Well fathers aren't around so much; grandfathers are out cruising somewhere - perhaps, on plastic, but regardless of payment plan... or no plan at all - my generation, and that of my parents (silents/greatest) were given the koolaid; while my parent's generation took sips, my generation took gulps.  Nowadays, it looks like people - even older people - are chugging that green ... uck. 

Btw, getting off work friday, saw another one of those six-color flags.  Not blaming gays here; they didn't start the mess.  Wouldn't be surprised if a similar trend happened 4,000 years ago; the men of Sodom were called wicked, before the Bible refers to their preferences.  And neither does Roman's 1 start out, preaching against homosexuality; that didn't come until late in the chapter.  Anyway, that flag, that all (re)started a century ago...with little pukes, like Belfort Bax; his writing so screemie-meemies.  Someone on the web, who was over the moon about that guy's very pouty rant against women, referred to him as an early red-pill.

Yep, starts with husbands dogging their (house)wives, and daughters (for no other reason than being born with an xx chromo). And the old, there's no money for a vacuum cleaner that sucks, but betcha, there's money for a widescreen and dates with some hottie.  Goes downhill from there.

"And the Lord said, Because the cry of Sodom and Gomorrah is great, and because their sin is very grevious;

I will go down now, and see whether they have done altogether according to the cry of it, which is come unto me; and if not, I will know."  Genesis 18:20-21

Was recently at (another) conservative churchanity website. Not to confuse churchanity with Christianity. Waay big difference...ya know, light and darkness.

A woke-ish feminist had some things to say, concerning right-winged women - she was calling them out for their smugness, and sadly, the (financially) bleak future which awaited them, when these white-gloved ladies turned 45-something...ya know, post wall - when their husbands divorce them, and move on to a younger model.  This happens, by the way, and this reality shapes divorce and alimony laws - red-pills hate accountability.

They despise TRUTH too.  The reality is, rad feminists became such after witnessing things, very wrong - very evil.  Being around rank evil...well that can mess anyone up - rightwing or woke.  There are so many - too many - people who insist narcissists don't exist.  Why? Because alot of people simply can not wrap their heads around the reality, that there's people out there who will stomp on others, because they enjoy - bigtime - making other people miserable, if not suicidal.  Oh yea, never steal a car, or get in a fist-fight, just murder souls...for fun.

Needful to say, the Church keeps dropping the ball, time and time again.  Yeah, sheparding the flock, too much like Bible study.

Anyway, how these so-called "Christian" conservatives responded, in the comment section...oh my, was lightyears away from anything the Lord Jesus would say or do.  The comments were nothing but scoffing - pharisees of new testament time, call your office.  The phrase,"who hurt you?" was bandied repeatedly.  And of course, a few  boxed wine and cat calls.  To sum it up, most, if not nearly all the comments, were just dog gone mean-spirited.

So disgusted, but not overly surprised :/ Have half a mind to change my political affiliation to democrat... nah, let those red-pill rotters change their voter card :(

"For our exhortation was not of deceit, nor of uncleanness, nor in guile:" 

1 Thessalonians 2:3