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.