Evil is Evil!

 It comes as neither shock nor surprise when the godless call evil good and good evil. It’s their natural state, devoid of morality or a sense of virtue. Light is dark, up is down, bitter is sweet, and though the cognitive dissonance is off the charts, aided by pharmaceuticals and no small amount of stiff drink, they manage to wake up in the morning, look in the mirror, and live with themselves without projectile vomiting the previous night’s dinner.

It takes a special kind of twisted logic to want to save the whales, the pandas, and the planet but kill the babies, all in the same breath. We want to save everything around us but leave no future generations of humans to enjoy that which God has created. That beating heart inside you must cease to exist for no other reason than it would impede attending spin class every other day.

The zealotry of those who would end the life of a helpless baby as they are being born is akin to the Jonestown residents who slurped up cup fulls of Kool-Aid proceeding to their eternal torment without so much as an objection or realization that it would be impossible to undo it once it was done.

What is beyond my ability to reason, however, is people calling themselves Christians, pastors of churches, and clergy from various denominations, insisting that being pro-life is a demonic agenda and furthermore, that God Himself is pro-choice. In case you’ve yet to be brought up to speed, pro-choice is a term often used to denote baby murder, but without the emotional impact of calling it what it is. It would be like saying someone with third-degree burns across their entire body caught a little too much sun, or a head-on collision with a semi at 70 miles per hour was a fender bender.

All platitudes aside, abortion ends a human life, regardless of the trimester it’s performed in. This is a fact! It’s not opinion; it’s not just something the ladies in church bonnets say; it is a scientific fact!

That you would have individuals purporting to be ambassadors of Christ insist that it’s nothing more than a procedure, a choice, some nuisance to be done away with just because you feel like it that day is not just immoral; it is evil.

We have come full circle. Those who have crept into the household of faith are now insisting that God, the giver of life, revels in the ending thereof, and if you stand for the innocent, you are the monster, you are the ghoul, you are the heartless, hollowed-out skin suit in which there is no decency or goodness.

I’m sure the ‘love everyone’ choir is warming up in the background with the ‘it’s just a difference of opinion’ quartet as backup, but the Word is clear as to what becomes of those who strengthen the wicked and dishearten the righteous with lies. May their judgment be swift that all may gaze upon them with righteous fear.

With love in Christ,

Michael Boldea, Jr.  

More Than Words

 When one hears discussions about preferred pronouns or which of the myriad of genders one identifies with, the first and often uncontrollable reaction is to snicker, chortle, laugh, roll your eyes, wave your hands, and shake your head.

It’s absurd, ridiculous, worthy of endless mockery and disdain. It’s what pampered people do when they don’t have to worry about where their next meal is coming from or whether they’ll survive the night. I’ve often said that privation and scarcity will cure stupid for the most part, and though some might shrink away at the thought of bread lines, gas lines, ketchup soup, and mayonnaise sandwiches, the curative effects it will have on society at large makes it almost worth it.

My mind being what it is, as of late, I’ve been exploring a particular rabbit trail and wondering if there is something more sinister behind the push to do away with words like mother and father than just a hissy fit from a middle-aged obese woman with half a shaved head who smells like spoiled bologna. I know, I know, words like mom and dad are ancient, and so they must go. So is the wheel; want to do away with that too?

There has never been a generation in the history of humanity that has strived time and again to fix something that wasn’t broken, to begin with. The ideal of family, you know, mom, dad, daughter, son, grandma, grandpa, and aunt Judie who makes the fruit cake nobody eats on Christmas every year, has worked for millennia, but who cares about all that?

Proof of concept is so yesteryear; am I right? Let’s burn everything to the ground and have simpletons with no practical life skills build it back together again with nothing more than duct tape and rainbow flags.

So why the big push to get rid of mom and dad? The darker side of me tends to think that it has a lot to do with doing away with emotional attachment. It sets up what they envision as their utopia quite nicely if you don’t have to worry about pesky things like God, family, or patriotism.

Just think about it: it’s one thing to say I’m here to kill my mom because she’s becoming a burden. Quite another to say I’m here to schedule a procedure to euthanize my birthing person because she consumes more than she contributes to the collective.

I know, that’s a bridge too far, you’re thinking to yourself. Then again, the thought of being called homophobic because you refuse to let sexual deviants groom your children or let your toddler sit on the lap of a perverted man in a dress seemed like a bridge too far mere months ago too.

With love in Christ,

Michael Boldea, Jr.