Here’s something to REALLY scare you and something really quiet to help you deal with it.

There are so many videos on YouTube about the end times that they’re impossible to miss.

Granted, some are nothing more than a bowl of lies.

Others make you think about it. But with the warning that the time of the return of the Son of Man is known only to God, and of that time and day, we are not to speculate, let’s dip into it just a little bit.

First, there’s this article from The Hill about how dangerous AI has become. It is quite a read. Everyone should read it; it’s scary, but unfortunately, it’s true.

Next, let’s hit the scripture. Daniel, Psalms, Isaiah, the Gospels, and the Book of Revelation to John all say what will happen just before, then during, the return of Christ.

I’m not going to itemize chapter and verse.

As I’ve often written, all of the ingredients are in place. The four horsemen may be currently releasing one at a time… or all at once.

The first horseman has a nature always in debate. He is wearing a crown, and he goes forth conquering and to conquer. Some have said he is the Antichrist, others that he beats whole countries into submission with lies and other types of deception. See where deepfakes now become part of that possible identity? I don’t believe that this is the Antichrist, but it is possible. He will be the embodiment of evil, and Satan, as Jesus said, is the father of all lies. The first horse is white, the rider carrying a bow. Do not confuse this with the white horse that will be ridden by the returning Christ.

It’s okay to guess, but remember that there are three more with him.

The second horse is red. He that rides this horse carries a battle sword. He goes forth after the second seal is broken by the Lamb (Jesus). This rider looks battle-hardened and tough. He will bring war and make already hostile internal conflicts in certain countries worse, bringing the Earth to disaster and death.

The third horseman rides a black horse. He is the only one John hears receiving orders. Wheat and barley measured by a scale the rider carries, a quart, and 3 quarts each, respectively, for a day’s pay. He is also cautioned by the voice not to harm the oil and the wine. The oil is not petroleum. This would be an oil associated with food or food preparation; remember that this rider appears wan and starving, very thin. This oil could be olive oil because grapes and olive trees can adapt to growth in places they did not before. Global warming has already caused vineyards to stop producing, and vines are being planted in places they wouldn’t have survived before. The idea that wine and oil are not to be touched by the bringer of global famine seems trivial until you consider that there will be widespread unemployment and a failure of wages to keep up with the cost of living. These things are already happening, and they will only get worse. The tipping point for global warming has been passed, and anyone who tells you otherwise is badly deluded. We haven’t seen anything yet.

Oil could also symbolize water, strangely enough. At the rate we’re going, potable water will be scarce. Heat will drain reservoirs, and rain will become more toxic. Microplastics have been detected in the drinking water of every state tested; they’re found in blood samples and in organs, including the brain. Not only that, but lead, arsenic, and other “forever chemicals” are also present. There are currently no filters capable of rendering pure water.

The fourth horseman is the most terrifying of all. Covid was bad enough; this rider, on a pale horse, has a name: Death. Along with him, trailing behind is Hades. Not the Greek god, but literally, “the Pit.” A place only unbelievers can go.

Most scholars believe that the true Christians will not be here when Death arrives, that a “rapture” will occur when the faithful will be taken up to Heaven. Pentecostals believe this because they posit that the Holy Spirit can’t be present when these calamities begin. I tend to agree, but I’m unwilling to bet my soul on it. I want you to be ready now because even tomorrow isn’t guaranteed to any of us. Besides, would you really want to see these things happen, sure that you can keep sinning and repent at the last minute? I pity anyone who thinks that’s possible. It isn’t.

The rider named Death has orders to kill by war, pestilence and wild animals desperate to eat, driven mad or bold by heat, starvation, and lack of water. Some would be driven more savage by the spread of rabies.

Pestilence means disease and a proliferation of invasive predator insects thriving in elevated heat. Forget insecticides and fungicides; they can’t stop what’s coming.

Some diseases, rare in the West, like ebola, will easily live in the higher temperatures we’re about to reach. Don’t be tempted: no source that I consider reliable can tell us when the temperatures reach the breaking point. First, I read an article that says global warming is accelerating and much faster than anticipated. Then I come across an article that says it’s slower than they thought. The layperson doesn’t know what to believe. I have a rule about this. Believe that terrible things are happening right now, and far worse is yet to come. Forget choosing which ones are right; live each day as if it is your last. Walk with God, pray often, resist temptation, and stay alert. Urge others to take the opportunity to believe in Christ and turn away from sin because time really could be running out. I believe it is. I urge you not to bet your soul on having time enough to sin now and turn later to Christ.

When the events of the end times continue after the first four seals are broken, people will know what’s happening. The whole world will be shaken, like one big earthquake everywhere at the same time. By then, they should already know, but they’re going to be stubborn. They will be full of hate at God. They’ll try to escape falling buildings to caves and beg rocks to fall on them because the terrible judgment of God is coming. But they won’t talk to God and beg forgiveness. They’ll talk to rocks. How pitiful those souls are. God, however, will not have any pity for them. They had their chance and more and turned away from God. That’s earning them eternal punishment. Eternity in agony.

I’m telling you, God doesn’t want that for you. There’s time. You can still be saved by the sacrifice that has already been made for your salvation. You’ll be free of sin and gain peace in your heart and mind that you have never known. The ransom has already been paid.

Please don’t waste that.

I’m not a preacher. I’m uneducated. I’m poor. I make no money from ads you may see here. I don’t seek sponsors, and I don’t care about money. I’m simply putting out the distress signal that trouble is coming, and I don’t want you to miss the call to repent. You must forgive what can’t be forgotten. You must let go of hate, anger, and bitterness. Stop blaming others for your every tribulation. Let go of lust and the sins of the flesh. None of these things have ever truly benefited you. They just drag you down deeper into darkness, and I’ve seen that darkness. I never want to see it again. And you shouldn’t either.

This is the time. Repent, because you may never get another chance.

May you be moved by the Holy Spirit, and may Jesus Christ come into your heart. I’m praying for you.

Wasn’t that lovely?

My friend, my brother, my sister,

I know you’re hurting. I have, too. I still do.

I know you are lonely. I used to be.

I know you feel like this is all so pointless. Hopeless. I’ve been there.

I know you’ve known great loss. So have I. I feel your grief.

I know you feel lost. You need a direction. I’ve spent most of my life lost in the dark.

I know that you are tired. Tired of everything. I have carried that burden. This is your time to find rest and hope, a new direction, a way to escape bitterness and anger and hatred. And this is your time to be renewed, to let go of your burdens and emotional things that drag you down. Here are the lyrics to the beautiful song I’ve posted above. I’ve known people who cried before they could get through these words. But that’s not because they’re sad. It’s a touching call to you from Jesus. He wants to be in your life. He doesn’t like seeing you hurting and trying to get through everything by yourself when He can help if you just answer this call.

Lyrics:

Softly and tenderly Jesus is calling
Calling for you and for me
See on the portals He’s waiting and watching
Watching for you and for me

Come home, come home
Ye who are weary come home
Earnestly, tenderly Jesus is calling
Calling, “O sinner come home”

O for the wonderful love He has promised
Promised for you and for me
Though we have sinned He has mercy and pardon
Pardon for you and for me

Come home, come home
Ye who are weary come home
Earnestly, tenderly Jesus is calling
Calling, “O sinner come home”

Come home, come home (come home)
Ye who are weary come home
Earnestly, tenderly Jesus is calling
Calling, “O sinner come home”

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Will L. Thompson

Softly and Tenderly lyrics © Bluewater Music Corp., BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc

May God bless you.

There’s Something Wrong Here

It’s been eating at me for weeks now.

There’s something wrong. I don’t know, it’s just off.

Like I’ve stepped into some parallel timeline where things developed on Earth differently than the one I’m from.

This is not the Mandela Effect, either. No, not that. It isn’t a “remember history differently” per se. It’s more like a shift in the fabric of time and space that opened some shitty portal through which I unknowingly and most unjustly got pushed through.

Either that, or I’m dead, and this… this is Hell. And if that’s true–

–if that’s true, then Hell is a far worse place than what horror stories my evil parents warned me it was.

The first thing I want to say here is that we gotta have some understanding. Come on, between us. You and I. Let us, please, agree that we should be more afraid of facts that are lies than of real facts. The real ones do carry fear. The human race is in danger. Global warming can release tons of methane and CO² into the atmosphere. Ice and Tundra melt won’t help, and we can’t stop that from progressing. That is a scary fact. Another fact that seems hopeful is that the latest climate “accord” agreed to transition away from fossil fuels. That fact hides a lie. We could take a century to do that, and even if oil-producing countries agreed, they have to find other ways to make money. I can’t see what their incentive would be to keep their word.

It will, after that has been said, seem trite for me to write about the reason I may have been pulled or pushed or just haplessly walked here from a parallel timeline.

It goes like this: I hear by word of mouth that Japan has suffered another earthquake. But when I scan the headlines, it isn’t there. The top search result is about a million-dollar winner in Minnesota. As if that’s news!

Then: the inevitable. Taylor Swift and Travis Kelce.

THEY WERE SPOTTED GOING FOR A DRIVE ON NEW YEAR’S DAY!!

Hold the presses! This is earth-shattering news, people! Strike the damned front page! We got us a fucking headline here!

Fuck the climate!

Fuck the wars!

Fuck an earthquake!

Fuck everything!

Holy shit! We almost missed out on the first top story of the year!

Somewhere, wherever printed newspapers are still sold, a boy with an armfull of papers is yelling, “Read all about it, extra, extra, read all about it, Travis Kelce and Taylor Swift go for a ride in his Rolls Royce!”

Someone shoot me. Please make it a kill shot.

Okay. Okay. I’m okay. You’re okay, I’m okay.

LIKE HELL WE ARE!

It’s Hell. I died, and I’ve been sentenced to Hell. There’s no other explanation.

I admit it. I’ve taken up for her in the past. I will soon remove and trash those posts. Because I’ve had enough. Sunday, I watched the Chiefs-Bengals game. Taylor got her usual golf cart and VIP booth with Mrs. Quarterback (and didn’t she just break Elvis’s record?) and her boyfriend caught zero passes in the first half and nothing worth mentioning in the second because it was New Year’s Eve and all he could think about was that midnight kiss and the nooky-nooky that would follow. And by the way, Taylor Swift isn’t fit to hold The Kings’s dick, and he’s dead!

I. Don’t. CARE.

Not about Taylor Swift.

Not about overpaid football players who own a Rolls or Bentley or Lamborghini.

Not about football. Not anymore.

It stopped being football in 1971. The Golden Age of Pro Football died without any notice. Except I noticed. Quarterbacks like John Unitas, Joe Namath, Roman Gabriel, and Terry Bradshaw hunted touchdowns like a hungry lioness ready to spring out for a wildebeest. Monsters like Deacon Jones, Mike Curtis, and Buck Buchanan ruled the field and left behind them broken bones and early retirements.

The NFL exists in name only, a mockery of what once made it great.

And, Travis Kelce had best enjoy that nooky-nooky while it lasts. She’s acting a bit sub now, but it will wear off; she’ll clip his wings like she does every man she goes with.

Happy New Year, World!

In New Zealand, it is already past 09:00 on 1 January 2024. For me, it’s 2023 for another 9 hours. My wish for you is either late or early. It may be a small world, but it’s not that small.

Signs of caution in Germany, mainly in Berlin, as extra police are getting ready. Their new year is less than 3 hours away.

The Israel-Gaza war has been causing unrest far and wide. Of the war in Ukraine, the world sees and hears but no longer cares.

I’m sorry for this; I could not be sadder about the waste, the dishonorable killing of civilians, and the horror of PTSD every survivor will have to live with every day.

In 6 countries, with Brazil being the most adversely affected, the crisis of the Amazonian drought has reached an explosive state.

The trees are dying, of course, and when they go, sometimes in a very short time (days instead of months), they can’t be replaced. Thick primary growth is vanishing. The upper river can’t be navigated. The bed lay dry, grounded fish dead within. And that is an extreme danger.

Dry riverbed status on the Amazon means that huge amounts of CO² can be released into the atmosphere; the water is what keeps it contained in the top layers of mud and rock. Also, a threat for CO² release is the trees. It’s not a matter of the dead trees no longer producing O². It’s that trees take in CO² and will release their supply when they die. It’s global warming, but this year with a twist.

And it’s all down to a strong El Niño year, which this year is being called “unprecedented.”

That’s because weak trade winds have allowed high temperature water in the Pacific to drift east and hold station. At the same time, equally disruptive warm water in the Atlantic moved further north, allowing colder water below the equatorial region. That colder water doesn’t help produce rainfall. It can cause air humidity to be too dry over the rainforest and river. So, of course, wildfires have burned and will again. It is a catastrophe for the entire world.

My heart is with you all, whether you’re at war, in famine, drought, and wherever accute suffering is ongoing. I pray that the New Year will be better, that recovery, to every degree possible will happen. And that you survive 2024 to meet me here again on New Year’s Eve 2024.

Possible New Year’s Resolutions for the People of the United States

1. For pity’s sake, please stop using the word “literally” in every sentence. You’re being ridiculous.

2. If you don’t want to be called “Karen,” don’t give anyone a reason to. Let’s make this expression go away.

3. Respect LEOs. Mouthing off to police is going to get you into trouble. Don’t get physical and don’t drive under the influence. All drunks are dicks.

4. Please don’t drive under the influence! People ruin or end lives that way. If you’re arrested after taking field sobriety exercises, comply with a breathalyzer test and take your medicine like an adult when your case comes to the court.

5. Don’t carry firearms. Don’t leave firearms outside of a locked gun cabinet with a trigger lock set.

6. Be more careful. Be mindful of others, give them space, and be courteous. The best way there is to avoid trouble is not to take risks with people and animals you are not familiar with.

7. Remember that it’s okay to be an asshole at times, but never a dick.

8. Take care of yourself.

And finally, my thanks and a shout out to all of you who visited me this year, from the United States and Canada, Brazil, to the United Kingdom, especially Ireland, and then to India, Taiwan, Vietnam, Finland, Germany, and Russia and China. I hope that you will visit again wherever you are. Have a safe and prosperous 2024!

Epitaph For The Future

It is already written. The Colorado River is dying. The level has dropped to the point where smallmouth bass, with a liking for warm surface water, have been found below the dam inside the lower part of the river.

How’s that a bad thing, when that particular game fish is avidly sought by all anglers? The answer surprised me: chubs are an endangered species found exclusively in the lower river, and the smallmouth bass love to eat them. Say goodbye to one more species of wildlife forever.

The reason is horrifying. The steep drop in water level in the reservoir puts the surface close to the turbine intakes, pipes called penstocks, and the bass get sucked in. All that survive the trip come up dazed on the lower side, but recover. Trapped, they now have a new habitat where their numbers increase rapidly in the shallower, warm water.

But another factor is why the reservoir is so low. Now we have to face global warming, years of drought and reckless water use. The demand for regional water was always too high for supply. Two things done by humans that are bringing catastrophic damage, which cannot be reversed and which, because of greed, not even slowed down. No one, from farmers to homeowners, wants to reduce their use of water, and if it weren’t so, we could have done something to avoid the horrible outcome. But it’s too late now. The epitaph for wildlife as well as humans has already been carved into a granite headstone. All we lack now are flowers for the funeral.

Except, flowers will not be available by then.

And to make everything even more scary, the largest source of fresh groundwater in the United States is being significantly exploited and yet, the consideration that it took thousands or millions of years to accumulate, we’re draining the fuck out of it. The process of refilling would take even longer than it took to become an aquifer in the first place, because carbon gasses trapped in the upper atmosphere can’t be reduced, and drought, irresponsible usage and global warming have already caused our inevitable end. Biologists and environmental experts can scream, yet nobody hears them. The media ignore them. The reason being, nobody wants to think about it. It’s too much to take.

The states which our largest aquifer lies beneath. (Wikipedia)

The media isn’t concerned with the future. It is very interested in the current, and the past is also big when it comes to a celebrity’s behavior. Once an accusation is raised, it’s all over the news, and that shit won’t be let go soon. They drag it out from here to the point when the next salacious story comes up. The news is not news. It’s voyeuristic garbage often listed as “news and entertainment”, two things that should never be mixed.

And we are dying.

Overturning Roe will cause the population to climb and therefore, food and water demand to increase, and we have already passed the mark where everything is unsustainable. It’s going to be a shit show, and at some point in time, we won’t be able to turn our heads away anymore. And you can take any post-apocalyptic movie you want: the real thing will be worse.

Mostly brought to you by politicians and mega corporations, which make monopolies of the past appear microscopic in comparison.

It’s all carved in stone, now.

Is It Too Late?

A segment on 60 Minutes last night got my attention. I watched as it was confirmed that one of my fears had already come to be.

France is suffering from global warming. Its Grape harvest is way down. Dramatically so: for 600 years the day for harvesting grapes was in late October. After that, it was the end of September. Now it’s mid-August.

The yield is scary. Grapes are dying from a fungus that’s adapted itself to warmer conditions. And rainfall is different. Soil once rich is turning hostile.

When I first predicted this back in the double aughts, I didn’t know I’d live to see it. Well, I have. They’re planting vines at higher altitudes, just as I said they would.

Meanwhile the UK is growing lots of grapes because it, too, has been affected. This is happening much faster than I expected it to.

It is a terrifying fact. In France, the grapes that do survive are making better quality wine. It’s good, very good. It may not even need as much aging.

But it will grow much more expensive to buy. Soon, the average person won’t be able to get a glass of it. Dinner at a five star restaurant will be washed down with beer or Coke.

My guess for this nightmare was for 2030 at first. But obviously I was wrong.

Climates once prime for farming beans, coffee and a variety of vegetables are no longer. As global warming accelerates, farms are failing, workers let go, and things are looking grim.

Don’t take my word for. Do the research, see it for yourself. As cars, trucks, boats and factories continue to burn coal and petroleum, we have been handed a death sentence.

I looked, and behold, a black horse; and he who sat on it had a pair of scales in his hand. And I heard something like a voice in the center of the four living creatures saying, “A quart of wheat for a denarius, and three quarts of barley for a denarius; but do not damage the oil and the wine.” –Revelation to St. John of Patmos

No Comfort and No Joy

BBC News– Police in Waukesha, Wisconsin have confirmed five people have died, 40 people injured, after a car ran into a parade route at high speed. I could have more effectively used the title “The Bloody Saxophone”, because one striking image I got out of this horror was a father picking a saxophone covered in blood up from the street in the aftermath. But this post will be larger in scope than the “Comfort and Joy”– themed parade and holiday season celebration. Because too much is going on for me not to include troublesome and tragic events elsewhere.

We are a species steeped in violence, committed to war, crooked politics, crime and all things bestial. We are depraved, and that’s only the beginning.

I loved writing the post about Pope Francis. I loved finally having something move me to write and share anything touching, good and encouraging. That was a moment that was all too short for me. A moment out of billions that held something I did not need to have second thoughts on writing about. To write about something that didn’t hurt me.

I suppose that with the advances I’ve grown up and grown old watching unfold, I expected a better show than this. But as far back as 1974, I read an article about the future of warfare. It turns out that what I read had parts that have been realized.

Medical advancements have saved many lives but also have placed the price of healthcare end costs as well as insurance premiums well outside of most people’s means.

Mass shootings. Random acts so barbaric that Americans have actually become numb to the reports of them, barely reacting. The five o’clock news doesn’t bother people; they actually watch it while eating dinner.

Guns, from pistols to assault rifles, are more prevalent on the streets than at any time since the frontier days of old, leading into the Golden Age of Gangsters with Tommy guns and BARs. Your chances of dying on the streets of America grow with every gun sold, every car stolen, drug use and trafficking and a full complement of attendant crimes, with LEOs afraid to intervene because everyone has a cellphone and many provoke and dare officers to do anything that they can capture on video.

Some officers do make, and have made, terrible choices. But to have the view that all officers are bad, crooked or abusive is wrong, and the current mayor of New York City is an example of an official who made everything worse. His police force is regularly spat at, and has had everything including bricks thrown at them. They have been forced not to react. The mayor, in essence, gave orders that misdemeanor crimes should not be pursued, that the criminals would not be tried in court, and in reaction, officers had no choice but to curtail foot and even cruiser patrols in certain areas.

In honesty, the people living in those areas, especially those with families, and the seniors, don’t like the cessation of patrols. They lose because outside their front doors, in the streets, it is not safe.

I don’t consider that New York was ever safe at night; Broadway and 24-hour restaurants or cafes being an exception. But Bill De Blasio made everything worse, especially once the city was besieged by COVID-19. His hands-off approach led officers to back off, filled them with resentment and put their lives in danger. The beginning of anarchism lay in streets like a bloody saxophone: evidence of tragedy and the promise of worse to come.

Last week a vigilante was acquitted of murder. He wasn’t even convicted of a gun charge. The trial established that he fired his weapon in self-defense. But to allow him to walk free was a precedent and a green light to would-be vigilantes: go ahead, attend BLM protests with a rifle designed to kill other people, carry it even if you’re underage, shoot to kill, it’ll be allowed, especially if you shoot other white people.

I do not relish this kind of post. Even for me, it is too dark. But it has to be done, and I won’t avoid it.

This year, frosty nights force me to go outside for a smoke less often. But don’t be mistaken by thinking global warming has magically been reversed. It continues unimpeded. The covid shutdown did nothing to “reverse” global warming. It may be true that for the first time scientists could listen to the earth, and I actually saw a star. But global warming continued because the shutdown was too short, too limited and the gasses already trapped in the atmosphere stayed right where they were.

Here in the Mid-Atlantic region of the United States, it’s been growing colder as if November is proceeding as was formerly normal. Well, normal is relative, but what I mean is that when I was very young, warm days did occur in November, but seemed more rare to me. The vibrant colors of leaves were gone by now, the trees almost bare, wood burning in fireplaces had its scent wafting across the community, kids played football, wearing Batman sweatshirts and staying at it until nearly frostbitten. Then guys like myself would be called inside to warm up and get ready for a Thanksgiving dinner that couldn’t be beat. Just like Alice’s Restaurant.

There will be winter. It will still come. And the poor and the homeless will still die because they can’t escape cold and hunger. Thanksgiving programs to feed them are never enough and only happen one day a year. Leaving them be on that day would be less cruel than what they get now; eating turkey and stuffing at noon can literally be followed by a night of fishing trash cans for someone’s discarded last bite of a Quarter Pounder.

We giveth, then we send them forth, back to the sidewalks and cardboard boxes and highway overpasses. That is not remotely humane. It is positively barbaric. Unspeakably cruel. We are not a civilized nation. Not even close.

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Some of the things my research has led me to predict between 2008-2015 are already happening. For years a coffee shortage has been coming, now it is here. Prices on Arabica beans will sharply rise. This is not limited to coffee and is not caused directly by our global supply chain problems, although it is not helped by the difficulties of shipping. Brazil has suffered a serious drought this year, but that’s the tip of a giant iceberg. As the linked article says, diapers and toilet paper, among other items, are affected directly by shipping troubles. All of this will cost the consumer more on down the road. Remember people hoarding TP during covid lockdowns? Then the empty shelves? You remember that, don’t you? Well…

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All of that is made worse by trouble in Washington. The government is at war with itself; at stake is our Constitution and thus our democracy and freedom. Should the political right get its way, Americans will be crushed under the heels of a jack-booted dictator and his followers. It can happen.

COVID-19 is spreading. Despite intense protests, Austria has planned a two-week shutdown and curfew. Other countries are about to do the same. And it gets worse. The spike in cases reminds one of the Spanish flu during the end of World War One. The spread was facilitated by the movement of troops during the final stages, exacerbated by troops returning home.

Although far more virulent, and far more deadly than COVID-19, the latter is still killing and spreading. Only lockdowns can control it because too many still won’t get the vaccine. And they don’t wear masks. Airlines have reported a noticeable increase in passenger disruptions, and they report about two thirds of them are caused by idiots refusing to mask.

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Right now, Russians have massed infantry, armor and artillery right on the border of Ukraine. Everyone in the EU and the United States has pledged to defend Ukraine, and the word now is that Russia plans to attack in January or February. .

It will happen like this: artillery salvos will be lobbed across the border, followed by air strikes, which would be disastrous. Next will come dropping in airborne troops, and the armor and infantry will follow. Since 2014, Russia has been making a war plan for a takeover of Ukraine, and by now, I believe that the Russians will not care what they destroy or who they will kill. I no longer believe that diplomacy can stop it, nor any amount of threats will dissuade Putin. War is coming, and it cannot be stopped.

A British journalist wrote last week about “the Ukraine” and prompted me to look into why nobody else uses the term anymore. In short, this journalist was dissing Ukraine. The article “the” insinuates that the country is not sovereign but is a territory of another country. There is more than one way to thus refer to Ukraine and the government does not like either of them. But is it a problem or mere semantics? Put bluntly, it’s an insult. So yes, problem.

If we cannot even get a name right, it shows a laziness and indifference that translates into a message we ought not to be sending. The sovereignty of Ukraine and the lives of its citizens is under the gun. As countries surrounding it are committing to its defense, they all have my utmost respect. It is honorable, doing the right thing. I hate war. I do. It is the height of humanity’s evil. Sometimes, though, it is forced upon the innocent. This is one of those times.

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I will not have a Thanksgiving dinner that can’t be beat, like Alice’s Restaurant. Hell, I’ll be lucky if I have a hot meal at all. But as I do every year, I will be thinking about the Invisible People. Estimated to number half a million, the homeless are called “Invisible” because people generally try to ignore them. But more than that, the “estimate” is wrong. Most homeless people are counted because of their presence in shelters or programs. Most do not seek a place in a shelter, and if they have in the past, they’ll stay away. Sexual assaults and robbery are common in such places, and even in severe weather, they have to leave by a certain hour of the morning.

Again, we are not a civilized country.

Landlords have heartlessly and ruthlessly evicted tenants who were forced to stay at home during a covid lockdown. Whole families are out there with no hope for any kind of assistance. Infant mortality is unknown because, who gives a fuck, really? Some parents may even face charges of infanticide because out there, they can’t get to healthcare, can’t feed a baby properly, can’t wash them properly. Can’t even keep them warm in winter or cool in summer. And infant’s bodies are not able to regulate body temperature as a child can. And that’s as far as I can go for now, because babies and children suffering and dying in a country that wrote the words “life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness” is a fucking sin that I hope God never forgives.

What’s shocking is, where are all the good people now? It made headlines when one church announced that it would shelter homeless people. I repeat, one church.

I do not count on churches to do good things. Good deeds. Their furnaces run even when nobody is there. A nice, toasty, empty building dedicated to God but forbidden to his children who suffer. I love Christ, but his followers are weakling barbarians who do not do as he did. They cannot even open their doors to give rest and comfort to those Jesus fed with loaves and fishes. Hypocrites.

In America, we celebrate many things this time of year, from African to Jewish to Muslim and Christian holidays. It should be a time of joy.

It is not. I can’t see it. I see death, war looming, cruelty and good people looking the other way.

This year I will not put up decorations or lights. I am thankful for my blessings while worrying about those I can’t help, but who could be helped by others who simply look down on the poor as being beneath them. They judge and they turn away. They condemn to suffering and death others, while eating sumptuous meals in warm homes. Opening gifts. Hanging wreaths and lights.

I will no longer celebrate these or any other holidays. My capacity for hypocrisy isn’t deep enough.

“Even Hercules Would Have Lost.”

Those are the words of Giorgos Kalomoiris. He was describing how fighting a wildfire in Greece this summer felt like fighting the Hydra, a famous snake monster with many heads. “Cut off one, two more appear in its place,” the saying goes.

On the Greek island of Evia, spelled most often as Euboea but pronounced the same, (The “b” is spoken as a “v”), the fires were vicious.

Wildfires wiped out most of the forest. It burned people out of homes and old, prosperous businesses. One firefighter helped save the homes of others even as his own home was destroyed by the conflagration.

As I played Assassin’s Creed Odyssey, frustrated to near death and restarting several times as a masochistic love of it turned to bitter obsession, I did not know that these horrors were playing out in today’s Greek world. In the historical fiction game, the players will travel the ancient Aegean Sea in an attempt to find and save the character’s family, the fictional daughter and grandchildren of Leonidas I of Sparta.

At the beginning of the Peloponnesian War in 431 BCE, the main character is a mercenary living on “Kephallonia” a mostly neutral, small island west of Ellis and Arkadia. To find who pulled apart their family when they were a child, the character, called a misthios, must find and kill every member of the cult known as Kosmos, which existed long before Leonidas and the famous Battle of The 300.

In creating the game, Ubisoft of Canada recreated the Ancient Greek world with breathtaking detail as far as known and mythological historic sites. Some are based on real features of the land, some on descriptions of the world’s oldest pure historians.

The player encounters real people from history including Socrates, Cleon, Pericles, Alkibiates, Hipocrates, Aspasia, Herodotus and more. Laboriously moving by sea, horseback and foot between the city-states, wild huntresses, Cultists, bandits and of course, Spartans and the Delian league (Athenians) along with pirates and other mercenaries, all represent constant threats, along with fierce animals.

I couldn’t help but get a curiosity about the Ancient Greek world, its history, its people. The creators of the game did some good work, but the game is the most tasking I’ve ever played. Some find it easy. I doubt their sincerity. If you should make it to Thera and figure out the puzzle to open the doors to Atlantis, you find out that, impossibly, Pythagoras is your real father and he’s still alive.

He tasks you with beating, in single combat, four creatures: The Minotaur, The Medusa, the Cyclops and the Sphinx. All can readily kill your character. But you have to kill them in epic boss fights and collect artifacts from inside their dead bodies, then take them back to Pythagoras. Then begins a truly sadistic journey through Elysium and Hades before you can finally enter the city of Atlantis.

Of course by 431, Hercules (Heracles), Perseus and Jason are long gone, but their stories live on. In Hades, there’s a boss fight with Hercules, and I wasn’t about to go in his cave after him. I used ghost arrows to shoot him through the rock walls. It takes a long time that way. But as his health diminishes he shouts an insult at his unseen foe: “You fight like an Argonaut!”

That’s hilarious since Hercules was an Argonaut.

The Ancient Greek world still fascinates us. The epic poem keeps the romantic and the terrifying alike alive to this day.

But I have to wonder. What would Socrates or Pericles think if they could see their people now? The lands scorched, trees burned to charcoal, animals gone or rapidly going extinct. Would the wars, the plague of 430 seem so terrible now, compared to what they would see, and then see what must follow?

To have a Greek firefighter compare a wildfire to the Hydra and pronounce that it would have overcome the great Hercules himself is not, to me, a use of hyperbole.

It’s just sad.

In the United States, the wildfires get names now, like hurricanes. This summer, 14 percent of the giant sequoia trees were incinerated. Homes in wildfire-prone areas are steadily rising in value, while HUD sells homes in flood-prone areas to the poor, knowing full well that the homes cannot survive.

In New York, flooding in the Holland Tunnel and subways, thought to be a freak during Superstorm Sandy, told us that it was not a once-in-a-lifetime event. And that it will keep happening.

A study predicts the obvious: people born after 2020 will encounter with terrifying regularity storms and droughts and wildfires that will make the awful summer of 2021 look peaceful in comparison. There will be more casualties, infrastructure destroyed, animal extinctions and food shortages than you or I can fathom. And we can already see a bad moon rising.

At the United Nations, Boris What’s-his-name, the UK Prime Minister who is really a bag of dead cats with a kitten in the middle eating its way out posing as a man, made a plea for world governments to take global warming seriously. Boris? That’s extraordinary, old boy!

As food prices rise astonishingly fast, due to global warming and greed, immigration policies which limit farm workers and more, we see also the pattern of extinction in wildlife, both plant and animal. What’s really bad is that rarely seen species are counted extinct, removing them from endangered status, which means everyone gives up on them. As animals no longer protected, they’ll certainly die. Yet history has shown us that we can help if we just don’t give up. The Perigrine falcon, bald eagle and some sea fowl have been brought back from endangered lists. We can do great things when we don’t give up.

And when dickhead politicians on the take crawl into their holes and let good people do what’s right.

China has made policy to stop construction of coal burning power plants. But we in the west do nothing.

Folks, we are all in great peril. There is no denying it, and those who try to should be seen as they are, greedy, delusional or ignorant.

I honestly care about how this world and everyone on it will continue after I’m gone. History is already chock-full of horror; yet we are writing an even more terrifying one, and we have no right to do so. Global warming is, according to health officials, the greatest threat humanity has ever faced. Future generations will live in a dystopia no movie can depict. Crime, disease, famine and war will accompany weather disasters like rising water levels, supercanes, thunderstorms from nightmares, fires and more, and I’m telling you that for all the ridicule she has endured, Greta Thunberg is right: it’s a world dying that we are killing, and whether or not you believe in an end of days prophecy, it’s already coming.

God damn it, stop this!

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On Evia, people who lived in peace with nature are now in total despair. Can’t we sympathize, are we that hard-hearted, that selfish, that it means nothing to us?

In Rome, an unlikely scenario plays out. Wild boar (which root for trash but can get deadly, are ill-tempered and carry things best not mentioned) proliferate. They’re everywhere, prompting a common declaration: “We’ve been invaded.”

Wasn’t there something about the Fourth Horseman of the Apocalypse being given the power to kill with disease, war, and the wild beasts of the Earth?

Animals are responding to wildfires, deforestation and global warming.

Ask yourself if you really want to see that get worse. For that passage to come true.

Ask. Think. But be quick; we’re almost out of time.