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.