Today I had over two hundred visitors on this site, most of them in the United States and Myanmar.

This is impossible. None of my subscribers read from here anymore.

It’s likely that the current government is downloading or having federal agents reading posts one at a time each, because the list of titles viewed shows one view per visitor.

I want this to be perfectly clear:

I am not a hater of anyone nor am I a danger to anyone. I hate the things I and others do, but never the people.

That much being said, what’s going on in the Caribbean is truly terrifying.

While drugs are a problem, even though Venezuela isn’t a major player, I don’t believe this has ever been an excuse for starting a war. And yet, there are casualties. Vessels in the Caribbean have been fired on by U.S. Navy planes. BBC reports Gerald R. Ford is down there with subs and escort ships.

I wouldn’t know. And I wouldn’t care if we had not already racked up casualties.

And Venezuela has contacted OPEC with a warning that we might invade.

Fact: the world will not react favorably to any military action started by us, unprovoked and for an false reason. We’re staring down the barrel of World War Three and I’m personally scared. You think his Saudi friends will back us against other Arab countries?

This unusual traffic on my site makes me believe I’m a person of interest to those who think speaking against the president’s actions are actually illegal.

I’ve been trying to figure out why I bother with this site. Nobody comes here. I can’t remember the day I had most of my views in a 24 hour period. But, of course, it was never over 50.

I’m not interesting. I write about loss, tragedy and loneliness. Of love I couldn’t act on because I wasn’t good enough for the woman I loved most in my entire life.

I’ve done religion and current events, and I have changed with the times just as everyone else has. Some have learned and pulled away from extremist views. Others have failed to learn anything and become more mired and cannot believe any truth beyond their beliefs. Their truths are lies.

This world is in what I believe are End Times chaos. We fight, we kill, we hate. And it’s getting worse.

You may think these early snows and cold snaps disprove global warming, but that’s wrong. Climate and weather are different things. Every expert who tells the truth has warned us that extreme and unseasonal weather was inevitable.

And war equals war crimes. No “honorable” war has ever been fought in all of recorded history. Men do unspeakable things in wars and that’s just how it is. You don’t need an entire brigade or carrier group to slay the innocent. To rape and steal and much worse, and yes, there is worse.

I’m not pointing any fingers here, either. Every war has seen bestial things and there’s no way to stop that. Especially not with the leader of a country so eager to pardon that behavior.

We citizens of the United States do not want war. But the so-called War Department is poking the hornet’s nest, and I learned by age four that you just don’t do that.

Whoever fires on U.S. Navy ships will be answered with everything we have. Don’t allow it. There’s no reason when you know there are better ways.

And to the president, I simply ask, “do you want a legacy that history will hate you for, or would you prefer to have people say your name with respect because you turned around and helped people instead of what you’re doing now?

I know which one I would choose.

And for anyone who reads this, do you really believe God is happy with us? That he’s not going to judge us guilty for the destruction we’ve done to this planet? Forever chemicals, mercury and other heavy metals and toxins now reside in every part of the globe, in the air, on land, and in the deepest oceans. They’ve invaded virtually every human and animal, and I haven’t even mentioned plastics yet.

How much longer do you figure we can live?

It’s something everyone needs to ask themselves, and depopulation crimes can’t help. Those are just murders.

Given thoughtful consideration, I believe that you will not like the answer.

I love God. I love His children. That’s unconditional; it has to be.

I don’t like what many do, and I said earlier, I include myself in the equation.

“We all like sheep have gone astray; every one to his own way, and the Lord has laid on him (Jesus) the iniquity of us all..” (Isaiah 53)

Yeshua (Jesus in Latin) has us covered. He did before we were born. All we have to do is turn back to him. Renounce our sins and try to do better.

One last observation.

There’s a lady near me who feeds the local deer herd. Every day she goes to the woods and chucks all kinds of good food around. Now they barely graze, waiting for her. They graze afterwards but they know she’s got the good stuff.

This is not because she thinks they need help.

Having observed her at length, it struck me that it’s all about control.

Control is a horrible responsibility, and few ever live up to it.

All who seek control over wild animals are lacking control in their own lives, and I’m not referring to gamekeepers or zoo employees. I’m saying laypeople mostly do what she does because they want power over wild things. Sure, white tailed deer are cute, but because of her, the herd is confused. They allow her to approach, but still shun people. This unfortunately brings them closer to places people walk and even live. They’ve eaten elephant plants nearby every year but this one. Now the plants stand yellow and soft.

Every time someone seeks control, bad things happen. A doe with a fawn nearly charged me (you can look up the warning signs) and the buck, about an eight-pointer, stayed in the area for three months. That is not normal behavior. And he would stand right in my path, daring me to come closer. I didn’t dare.

Ultimate control is illusory at best. When Hitler took Germany, he ruled with a steel fist. Until, of course, he’d squeezed the last bit of humanity out of so many people that he couldn’t control what was left of them; each relished their own positions of power and did horrible things.

He was soon overcome by his perception that he was in control to the point where he had killed so many people, especially his own, that there was no way he could even know what was going on. His subordinates were frightened by the thought of giving him bad news; he’d executed too many of them, and killed his best armor commander out of misplaced outrage after D-DAY. Soon, his city, his bunker, was surrounded. Even underground he could hear the sounds of Soviet artillery. In the end, his country was in ruins, his people split between east and west, and by then he was already dead by his own hand.

The “control” of an angry man tore his country apart and left Germans traumatized, broken and hated by too many people to ever count.

This is something the world ought not to want repeated. And when it was reported that Donald Trump was a fan of Hitler, it chilled my blood.

So, what’s next? I know you’re asking.

My answer is, buy a history book. A set of history books. Then you’ll know.