Like No Other

 I don’t believe most people understand what we are about to see; I don’t believe they want to. For most, the bury your head in the sand and pretend nothing is happening model has worked surprisingly well, but eventually, curiosity will get the better of even the most ardent see no evil proponents, and they will have to sneak a peek. There are only so many screams you can hear, and so much burning flesh you can smell before you are forced to open your eyes and see the world for what it is, and not the utopia you pretended it was.

While people are dying and lives are being snuffed out by death from above, the bubble people are still insistent that the biggest crisis of our time is climate change. Even Lurch himself, the quintessential buffoon who married rich came out and said that even though Putin is killing innocent civilians, he hopes it doesn’t detract from him fighting climate change. As long as he can juggle both, well, you know, eggs and omelets. Who cares about the little people being slaughtered when you have ketchup money?

What the John Kerrys and Bette Midlers of the world fail to realize is that this will be a conflict like no other. What I am referring to is not so much the death and destruction that is the byproduct of any conflict, but rather the one thing no one seems to be talking about as yet.

Ask anyone who’s been to war and they will tell you that war is hell. Unless something’s wrong with their wiring, whether it was five years ago or fifty years ago if they were active in a warzone, every veteran will tell you that war is not something anyone should ever want to see.

The nightmares, post-traumatic stress, flashbacks, and panic attacks were reserved for them, exclusive to them, and the only ones who could truly understand what they were going through were others that had also lived through it.

Due to the advent of smartphones, high-definition cameras, and the internet, the horrors of war will be universally experienced by anyone with an internet connection. The nightmares will no longer be reserved for frontline soldiers, and with each passing day, as more vivid scenes of carnage emerge from Ukraine, the depth of imbecility, cruelty, callousness, and disconnect the likes of Bette Midler and John Kerry project will be evident to all.

No, these people should not be ignored, they should be mocked and ridiculed until they slink back into their mansions and never venture out into the sunlight again. Their reaction should make you angry, not indifferent because it is inhumane, absurd, and cruel.

The ugly truth is that most people won’t care until it’s at their doorstep, and when it is they will expect the rest of the world to care. They will continue to find distractions because facing reality is just too taxing on their psyche. You can’t virtue signal your way out of war, and every coddled, pampered, egocentric worthless person this society has created of late will soon find that out.

Just my musings for today. It was either this or punching something. I chose the path of least aggression.

With love in Christ,

Michael Boldea, Jr.  

Everything!

 Have you ever thought you had woken up from one nightmare only to find yourself in another? It’s an odd feeling, this notion of a dream within a dream, and although it might only take a fraction of a second for you to realize that you didn’t actually wake up and that you are still dreaming, it can be disorienting, to say the least.

This morning the world is feeling much the same way, wherein we haven’t fully awoken from one nightmare, only to be plunged into another. There was no time to breathe, to collect ourselves, to assess, take stock, or do the things people do once they’ve survived trauma. We’re back in the deep end with no floaties, and this time a few sharks were thrown in for good measure.

If a generation from now those still left have the necessary critical thinking skill and literacy to write our history, I believe one of the biggest questions with which they will have to contend is whether it was incompetence, hubris, or madness that kept the ruling class from seeing the writing on the wall.

I have always appreciated the specificity of words. They are like a warm blanket on a cold winter’s night for me. I think this is why I take umbrage with the notion of redefining words to make them mean whatever you want them to mean. Cold is cold, hot is hot, boys are boys, and girls are girls. There is an undeniable rigidity to vocabulary that cannot be trifled with simply because we don’t like the conclusion it comes to.

I am also a literalist when it comes to Scripture, especially prophetic passages speaking of a then future time. When the Bible warns that everything that can be shaken will be shaken, I take it at face value and assume that everything will be shaken, not just some, a few, or even a majority.

When Jesus spoke of wars and rumors of war during the last days, I live with the expectation of seeing these things play out, but I also take His counsel to heart, and when I see these things I am not troubled, because He told me not to be.

It’s an either-or proposition; Either I believe the Word, take its warnings to heart, and stand firm knowing that we have been told of what is about to unfold beforehand, or we cower in fear and bathe in uncertainty second-guessing ourselves into madness.

Assume that everything will be shaken, and proceed from there. I know it’s not as pleasant as being reassured that you’re not going to be here for the things you’re here for, but then again, there will be no big letdown when everything unfolds before your eyes, and you’re still here.

With love in Christ,

Michael Boldea, Jr.  

Full Circle

 Given a long enough time horizon, everything comes full circle. Other than God, who is eternal, all that came from the dust will return to it, no exceptions. We can try to prolong the inevitable, but oftentimes it’s like trying to gather the sand of the sea with a pair of tweezers; time-consuming and impossible.

I guess it makes us feel better, thinking we have control over anything more than the moment we’re currently in, or that we can make the cosmos bend to our wants by force of sheer will. This mindset has given birth to a plethora of cottage industries, from self-help gurus who moonlight as preachers to former fortune cookie insert creators that suddenly became mantra mills to aid cat moms in coping with their loneliness.

The one thing they all have in common is that they pander to whoever they think they can make a buck off of, even though they know they’re lying, and have the sneaking suspicion that you know they’re lying too. It seems as though by some unspoken mutual consent, those being lied to are fine with it as long as the lies they’re being told helps them cope with their current lot.

This goes doubly so for individuals who’ve bought into a specific narrative hook line and sinker.  Rather than face their failure to logically deduce the finer points of the deception they ate up, they’ll embrace anyone who validates their foolishness. Such individuals aren’t open-mindedly seeking the truth; they’re scouring the planet for confirmation bias.

“Tell me I was right even though all evidence points to the contrary. It’s all I’ve got to cling to, and no matter how much reality intrudes upon the narrative, we must hold fast and steer into the iceberg because to do otherwise would be to admit that we believed a lie.”

Certain whispers are floating about, that if proven true, would warrant life sentences in federal prison for many an individual currently reveling in the spotlight and enjoying large sums of money thrown at them for keeping people terrified of their own shadow.

As a spinoff of the old Soviet maxim ‘show me the man and I will find you the crime,’ big pharma seems to have invented the vaccine before creating the virus. Like I said, if proven true and a report put out by DARPA appears to validate the theory, we’re about to descent to yet another circle of Dante’s hell.

You’ve got to give it to them though, Viagra money was running out, and they saw their shot to create a product that wouldn’t be reserved for a specific gender or age bracket. From toddler to centennial, all would be loyal customers every four to six months, because, you know, the sniffles. The only problem with the plan is that it took more than one person to implement it, and keeping secrets is difficult even when only one person is trying, especially big secrets.

I mean, some people even went so far as to shoot themselves in the back of the head multiple times rather than spill the beans on certain political crime families, but that’s another story for another time.

The truth has a funny way of bubbling to the surface eventually. Perhaps this is the reason the powers that be have so vociferously and maniacally insisted that everyone roll up their sleeve sooner rather than later. Perhaps they knew it was only a matter of time before the extent of their criminality was dragged into the light, but by then, it would be too late.  

With love in Christ,

Michael Boldea, Jr. 

Drama Queens

 Either we’re all going to die again, or we’re going to get a runny nose. Not everyone though, most people will never know they had the thing we’re all supposed to be afraid of. However, to be fair, not having symptoms is a symptom, and you might as well get your affairs in order because if you’re feeling good, you know it’s just a matter of time.

It used to be that when you got a runny nose, you’d stock up on Kleenex and chicken soup. People were practical, reasonable, and reacted to certain situations appropriately. If you got a hangnail, you didn’t bum rush the emergency room yelling for a medic asap. If you had a tickle in the back of your throat, you didn’t play sad orchestra music and went shopping for a coffin. All that changed when certain individuals realized that you could monetize fear and, as a bonus, control the masses with fear.

Do what I tell you, or you’re going to die! That’s the message coming out of the white house of late, the one place where the individual at the helm is expected to be calm, cool, and collected. Never you mind the fact that with every incarnation, the ‘deadliest virus known to man’ grows weaker. Your level of fear is supposed to increase to the point that you shun family and friends, have your pets put down, and live as a recluse collecting your fingernail clippings and wiping down your delivered groceries with Clorox, to the point that everything you eat tastes like a urinal cake. At least, I’m assuming that’s what it tastes like; I’ve never actually eaten a urinal cake.

If you believe the reason for the fearmongering is your safety, then there isn’t much I can do for you at this juncture. If you think that the control they are attempting to assert over you is for your own good, then you deserve everything that’s coming, including forcibly jabbing your newborn as they crown. Big pharma needs to get paid, and long-term studies are too time-consuming for them to be concerned with. Whether or not what they’re jabbing into you will have unintended consequences somewhere down the road is irrelevant to them as long as the check clears.

“Oh, my, that’s a cynical way of looking at our pharmaceutical system.”

Perhaps, but it doesn’t make it any less accurate. The history of big pharma and what they were willing to do in order to make money is there for everyone to see. They are literally willing to kill people for the bottom line without remorse or compunction.

But now I’m supposed to trust the same people that got an entire generation hooked on pain meds with whatever they want to inject into my child while not being held liable for any adverse effects? Remember Vioxx, Paxil, Wellbutrin, Zyprexa, Risperdal, Lyrica, Avandia, OxyContin, Essure, even talcum powder? Are you smoking crack? Maybe crack’s cheaper than most prescription meds, but that’s beside the point.

Whenever you try to have a conversation about adverse reactions or side effects, you’re labeled a fringe conspiracy theorist, even though the evidence is piling up that you’re less likely to have severe complications from the sickness than from the jab that’s supposed to protect you from it.

It doesn’t even do that effectively enough to make the risk of blood clots, Bell’s Palsy, and cardiomyopathy worth it. But hey; you do you. For now, we still live in a free country where people can choose what they do with their own bodies.

With love in Christ,

Michael Boldea Jr.  

Rumblings

 

There isn’t much you can do once you start hearing the rumblings of a storm. Up until that point, you may have been able to pretend as though the storm wasn’t coming; you may have been able to hope that it would go around you. You may have even been able to hope that you would be caught up before the first thunderclap. At a certain point, however, reality starts to set in.

Even then, some people still choose to cling to fables, pacify themselves with mantras, or alleviate their concerns with things they read in fiction books. Justifying inaction is a full-time job for some, and the longer they embrace something, the more they tend to double down. Talking oneself into believing that everything will be okay is very seductive, and many people cling to that hope to the point of delusion.

If your house is on fire, you have no fire extinguisher, and your points of egress are blocked, sitting at your kitchen table telling yourself it’s going to be okay and doing nothing to try and escape the flames is delusional.

If you are at all aware of your surroundings, weaknesses, strengths, and blind spots, you will have already done everything you need to do to mitigate the effects of the storm that is upon us. If a sea fearer sees the storm clouds approaching, even though he is unaware of how severe the storm will be, he goes about battening down the hatches and ensuring that he has done his best to weather the oncoming onslaught.

As believers, we have been warned repeatedly throughout the Word as to what the last days would look like. For those continuing to insist that we won’t be here for any of those days, my math on the subject is simple: Either God wasted his breath in warning of the last days seeing how we wouldn’t be here, or, in love, warned His children as to what they could expect during these last days. Whichever thesis is correct, we will know soon enough.

The worst thing we can do as believers is to become impulsively reactionary to things around us. It’s the difference between one individual driving down the road knowing there’s a sharp curve ahead and being ready for it and another unaware of the curve and not paying that much attention to the road.

If all the warnings in the Bible were put there to meet word quota, then no harm, no foul. In the blink of an eye, we will nevermore be burdened with global machinations, wars, rumors of wars, famines, pestilences, and all the other things that can put a crimp in one’s day.

If, however, they weren’t put there just to take up space, but as viable warnings regarding the landscape of the last days and how we should be positioning ourselves, then we ignore the words of the Book at our peril.

With love in Christ,

Michael Boldea, Jr. 

Bondage

 

It is because they’ve never been deprived of it that some people don’t value their freedom. They’ve always had it. It’s been a constant. They didn’t have to fight for it, sacrifice for it, or defend it. They were born free in the land of the free. Rather than possess the awareness to understand just how much of a blessing that is, they long for the bondage others risked their lives to escape.

It doesn’t compute. It’s like trying to tell someone who’s never missed a meal how horrible a thing starving to death is. Sure, they’ve had the tummy rumbles once or twice, but there was always a Taco Bell nearby to scratch that itch. Nothing beats a quick meal that doubles as the world’s most potent laxative. If the name in-n-out wouldn’t have already been taken, perhaps it would have been an excellent rebranding idea.

Where was I? Oh, yeah, freedom. The problem with those telling you that your freedom isn’t that important, or that you won’t really miss it once it’s gone, is that they have no plans to live without theirs. Whether it’s because they suffer from a terminal case of self-importance, or they’re just that insulated, and well off, the people insisting you ought to diminish the importance of freedom are not including themselves in the conversation.

As has been the case since a smelly, lazy German bum came up with the blueprint for Marxism, their machinations, plans, and desires have everything to do with subjugating you and elevating themselves. These people already know how incompetent they are; you don’t have to tell them. Because they know that if all things were equal, they would fail and you would succeed at life time and again that they are attempting to hobble the driven, motivated, intelligent, and innovative.

Because someone like Bernie Sanders would seem like an escaped mental patient ranting about taxing the rich if he were standing on a street corner by himself, they had to become a magnet for the disenfranchised and the lazy. They had to appeal to those who take away from rather than contribute to society. Get those people on your side, and punish those who wake up every morning to go to work, and pretty soon, you’ll have a majority.

Even then, you can’t just come out and tell people you want to enslave them, make them wards of the state, and have some bureaucrat decide everything from where they live, to what they eat, to where they work. It would make too many people question whether they wanted to go down that dark road after all. And so, you camouflage your intent. You tell people it’s about equity and fairness, about inclusion and diversity, because these things sound good on the surface.

You embrace the dumbing down of society; you encourage apathy; you reward the unproductive until you have absolute power. Then, and only then do you show your hand, and the mouth breathers who followed you realize that not only have they been robbed of their freedom, but the utopia they were promised is anything but.

The ice upon which we are tap dancing is thin, and deep dark waters lie below.

With love in Christ,

Michael Boldea, Jr. 

Momma Bears

 

The backlash was inevitable. In fact, it was a certainty. The only mystery that remained was how big it was going to be, and if, when the dust settled and the numbers were tallied, it would make a difference one way or the other. It has often been said that the most dangerous animal you can come across is a momma bear protecting her cubs. Even if you don’t pose a threat or mean to harm her babies, your very presence is often enough to make a momma bear irate to the point of attack.

What has been happening throughout this nation, and more poignantly in Virginia of late, is anything but harmless or unintentional. I’ve been watching with a keen eye because we were at a crossroads of sorts. Either all sense of morality and decency were dead and buried, and the majority had become like Lot in Sodom offering up their children just to spare themselves, or a silent majority would send a message that was undeniable in its intent.

For those unaware, Virginia elected its latest Governor yesterday, and the outcome was as much of a shock to some as the 2016 presidential elections. Although I’ve not as yet seen video of advisors and henchmen mumbling to themselves in a daze, I assure you they exist.

This election was supposed to be a walk. Show up to a few venues, shake a few hands, reassure people that we’re on the right track, and that would be that. Everything was going according to plan until two things happened almost simultaneously. First, a boy in a skirt sodomized a girl in a High School bathroom, and the school board tried to cover it up. Second, one of the candidates insisted that parents had no business deciding what their children were being taught.

If you read into the messaging, hardworking, tax-paying parents were basically told to shut up and take it. Pay your taxes, let us indoctrinate your children, and thank us for doing it. So what if your daughter is just as likely to be raped as she is to learn algebra on any given day? The way of progress is never a straight line, and if we can shove an agenda down the throat of an entire generation, what’s a rape here and there?

Evidently, the momma bears of Virginia didn’t take too kindly to being told that their children were going to be sodomized, indoctrinated, and abused and that they had no say so in the matter. They came out in droves and made their voices heard not with violence or supergluing themselves to the sidewalk but by exercising their constitutional right of voting.

No, this isn’t a turning of the tide. We’ve not restored America. I am, however, guardedly optimistic that there are more and more people waking up to the plans and machinations of arrogant elitists who see most folks in this country as cows to be milked or sheep to be fleeced.

As I said to a friend in conversation the other day, this was never about reversing judgment; it’s always been about putting it off for as long as possible. Yes, I know, that doesn’t sit well with some who just want to watch the world burn, and they’re anxious because they just made a fresh batch of popcorn, but I’m not one of those individuals.

If judgment is delayed, it is a good thing. If the church gets its act together and uses the time wisely, calling men to repentance, it’s even better.

With love in Christ,

Michael Boldea, Jr.