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Did Trump Have the Election stolen in 2020?

Probably not.

I’m a conservative Christian. I voted for Trump last time and I’ll vote for him this time. But I do not believe the election was stolen and my friend and I debate it all of the time.

I feel like a lot of Trump voters have blinders on when it comes to this issue. It is almost as if they weren’t there for the last 3 weeks before Election Day.

First off, nobody talks about his absolutely atrocious first debate performance. It was cringe-worthy just how non-presidential and unprofessional and uncouth he was. That debate performance was 1/3 the reason he lost.

How do I know this?

Because in the next debate, when he corrected for this error, the number one search phrase on google for the next 24 hours was: “can I change my vote back to trump?”

No. You cannot. They were already in the mail.

Plus, people also forget that Covid wasn’t over. Lots of people felt we weren’t ready to reopen the economy and go back to normal yet. People were still scared. But Trump, for whatever reason I cannot imagine, when 2 out of 3 people I knew were on unemployment and happy as a pig with it, started talking about immediately opening back up upon winning.

He was right. It was the right move.

But he should have waited until after he won to push that idea. He lost a ton of women voters who were still masking up in their car on the way to the supermarket, and they voted en masse against him from the comfort of their panic rooms.

I could also talk about the veterans memorial (“they are suckers”) story as well, which I think hurt him badly with independents just weeks before the big day. I kept waiting for him to sue about that story, because it was just so damaging, and no lawsuit came, which made even me wonder if he actually farking said it.

After that story broke, I kept waiting for him to make a vigorous defense of himself and it never came.

So yeah.

There ya go.

As to the other question— no. I do not believe for a second that Trump is lying when he calls the election stolen. You can’t call him a narcissist in one breath and imagine a world in which he really thinks he lost fairly.

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The Real Reason we Fall in Love.

I was thinking back on all of my relationships in my twenties and early 30s. I noted a familiar pattern that held true through almost each and every single one.

First, we’d date. Sometimes it was a blind date and other times we met off the internet or from a dating site. Usually we had been chatting for a few days already, usually on the phone.

Finally, a date would occur.

This date always played out in the same manner. It was dinner, a few drinks, and a lot of talking. An excitement was building throughout the night to a crescendo.

By the end of the night my hand was in hers, usually across the table. The night ended with a make out session, at the front door of her place, in the car, or otherwise.

But it never ended there.

We’d text each other a few messages, which led to being on the phone until 4 AM.

We were together the next night after work, both of us sleep-deprived.

The infatuation phase was already in full swing.

In fact, I’ve never in my life been on a date that didn’t end this way.

At first, I believed that I was just a really good first date. I used to think that if I get the date, somehow, I could have the woman. Just put me across from her for 45 minutes, and it will be entirely up to me whether or not I want the date to progress into a relationship.

But what would happen in the next year would always humble me.

That feeling of “being in love” would fade. That amperage of the infatuation levels would gradually weaken in strength. We would be on each other’s nerves, begin fighting and sniping at each other, and maybe we both would start drinking too much.

About a year after that, after struggling to maintain the relationship a year too long, it would end with hard feelings on both sides.

I came to have an epiphany about this, and have seen and recognized the very same pattern in relationships of friends and family members.

I’ve come to realize that “falling in love” should not be an object of pursuit. Relationships don’t end because people fall out of love, but because of moral incompatibilities between the two parties.

The truth about infatuation is that it is an evolutionary tool. Falling in love is a biological reaction to being introduced to your mate. It is not an end in itself.

For thousands of years, most people did not have much choice in who they married. Marriages were often arranged. Even today, in a multitude of countries, arranged marriages are the norm.

And if that is the case, this idea that people sought to fall in love throughout history does not seem valid. This is likely not a historically human thing, but more of a cultural invention that we blindly accept.

If you are failing to find anyone to fall in love with, in all likeliness, this indicates a moral failing on your part. You probably do not want to get married, or have a traditional life, with children, a husband or wife, and domestic responsibilities.

Falling in love, and that infatuation period, isn’t there to make you happy, or give you a well-rounded life, but to prompt the reckless and compulsive creation of a family unit. Full stop.

This aside, my premise is that when we fall in love, there is a biologically important reason behind it. If it has ever happened to you, you know the symptoms. It is a sudden infatuation. You are sick with it, crazed, sexually obsessed with her or him. You might even have sex ten times over the course of a weekend. It is all hugs, kisses, groping, and you can’t get enough of them. And basically, you aren’t thinking straight, and you are vulnerable to making unwise decisions for her.

This is the real point of it: the purpose of falling in love is to promote recklessness, which makes it more likely that a pregnancy will occur, and that your genes will be passed on. Basically, it makes you crazy, and activates a pathological sexual desire in you for the person you fell in love with.

The point of it is to make you jealous, to mate-guard, to have risky sex, and plenty of it, so that an “accident” happens.

But I had another realization about falling in love: this was that I had no choice as to who to fall in love with.

This wasn’t a pick-em game. I couldn’t turn it off, and I couldn’t turn it on.

In fact, I suspect, the process of falling in love is to make you fall in love with the person are paired with. If they are fertile, and modestly attractive, and well-representative of the opposite sex, and you date them, you are likely to “develop feelings toward them,” whether you wish to or not.

We evolved to love the one we are with.

We aren’t supposed to seek out love, but a good mate–someone godly, honest, and who pursues righteousness.

Finally, I realized, that it makes a kind of cruel sense that these feelings would subside, usually around the one year mark. Because, all things naturally occurring, according to God’s plan, your girlfriend should already be your wife, and should already be big with child.

You don’t “fall out of love,” per say. You move into a different mode, more suitable for protecting your growing child and waddling wife. You cannot accumulate your flocks and herds if you are still infatuated with a woman, and sick with her to the point of pathos. You need to work, be responsible, mature and take care of domestic and financial duties.

In summary, I suspect that we are doing things wrong today concerning matters of love, marriage and family. Probably all of our modern, Western, libertarian ideas, applied to matters of love and marriage, are harmful to our culture, in general, and have served as a toxic, corrosive force on the fabric of society. Our modern conventions of dating, of waiting until we are 30 to marry, of young women taking birth control, are all contributing heavily to the disintegration of the nuclear family. And we really need to rethink all of this.

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Birth Control and Feminism Destroyed Society.

Lying awake in bed the other night, a crazy thought occurred to me, almost as if it was given to me from on high.

The problem at hand was today’s youth. Why are they so woke? Why are the men so feminine? Why are they taken by socialism, by the draw of authoritarianism, by the pull of communist ideologies? And was my generation like this, too?

I thought back to my generation. They call us gen-x.

I don’t look back with nostalgia. I had some good times, drank all night, attended rock and heavy metal concerts, moshed in insane pits, committed petty crimes, did drugs and slept with loose stoner chicks. I had some fun, some good times, but there were also really dark times, and serious moments of existential discontent.

I looked at us, and how we had turned out, and wondered what was wrong with us. Why were we so disaffected? Why so rebellious against everybody and everything? Why did I have friends who attempted suicide?

So, what was wrong with all of us?

The other night, it occurred to me that we were denied an historical and ages-old initiation into adulthood and manhood. We were forced to retain juvenile characteristics and traits right up into our 30s. Perhaps, the problem is that — we were never allowed to take a natural step in our lives that previous generations assumed without any fanfare or effort.

We were in the prime of our health. We were never going to possess a comparable reservoir of physical and mental energy ever again in our lives. And we were lost. Unfulfilled. We all felt incomplete and less-than what we should have been.

I think a lot of us mistakenly attributed this to depression or malaise or some sort of spiritual issue.

But now, I look back, and the problem appears more glaring, and much more simpler than all of that.

We were like fishes out of water. We were like ants tumbling in space. We were not living the life that human beings had been accustomed to living for a hundred thousand years or more. And we had been brought up in inhumane conditions, not conducive to human maturation.

Yes, we weren’t living the lives of human beings.

Throughout history, the fact is, most 21 year old men were already attached to a woman, and if not married, then understood who he was going to marry. Many had a child already. By 25, they had families, responsibilities, careers, farm, land, a house.

Many 25 year olds today are sitting in their mother’s basement playing video games.

This is a tremendous waste of potential energy. By this age, a man had a child, or two, and was busy from day until night working on accumulating his flocks and herds. His life had purpose, meaning, and every move that he made was imbued with value and great import.

The psychological effects of the situation as it is today are devastating. You have fully matured, grown man, of military age, ready to work, who are staring at their navel a quarter of the time, and playing video games the rest of the time. Sex with their partners has been reduced to a sterile form of mutual masturbation. It has become a pleasure activity, like parasailing or hang-gliding. Sex has become gamified, and a far cry from its natural, original reproductive purposes.

So what we have, are young men and women sidelined as human animals. They are outside the perimeter of what it means to be a homo sapien, as we were known for 200,000 years or more. They are in a kind of social prison, as doctors and general practitioners prescribe birth control to young women, in their reproductive prime, in record rates.

I know, for myself, I wish I had chosen to have children much earlier in my life. It doesn’t make sense to have children at the age of 35 or older. Your prime has passed. Your energy levels have been reduced. A woman’s fertility levels have dropped by more than half.

All of that energy that these grown men are exhausting on video games, on play-realities, all of it is there for a specific purpose– to be able to work from morning until night in order to raise up a family around himself. To be able to work two jobs, if necessary. To be able to work two jobs and still have energy to have sex with your wife at the end of the day.

Desperation is the greatest motivator. This has been true for ages. A man with mouths to feed, even without skills, even without wisdom, will find a way to succeed. He has no other choice.

Men must marry younger. Men and women must realize that society is crumbling because they have strayed too far from the natural order of things.

The media has them seeking for love, and not for family. When love has nothing to do with anything, and “falling in love,” which they have been hoodwinked into seeking, is not even something that can be found, but rather, something that kicks in naturally when you spend time with a chosen mate. It is part of a process, and not an end in itself, or a thing to be sought out.

But to the point: birth control and the over-prescribing of it is connected to all of this. Our young men are not allowed to be men, not allowed to be providers, restricted from having children in the natural, god-ordained way, to grow into fathers, to start families, to mature into godly, responsible men.

So they are still within the comforts of the womb, in many ways. They don’t ever have the opportunity to escape the maternal influence. They do not know God, because God is a father. They cannot grow closer to God as long as they remain within the sphere of the maternal perimeter.

A woman’s right to choose who she mates with, viewed as a great feminist victory, has had a destructive influence on society at large, has led to the feminization of men, almost completely, as they seek to please the woman, and spend their energies seeking to become attractive to the woman, instead of seeking to please their father, God. No wonder they cannot hold together marriages and their families, as they are not morally equipped for the job.

They are in the gym 5 days a week, artificially inflating their body to represent themselves, falsely, as men who possess the valor of working the field, of owning enough crops to feed a healthy brood. They seek to reflect the visage of the woman, physically, mentally and emotionally, to mimic her in appearance and in temperament.

The men, now having been raised by their mothers, have taken on the anxieties and emotionalism of their mothers, instead of inheriting moral values from their fathers. They do not know that self-control is true strength. They do not know that men must maintain their moral integrity, at all costs.

They were never told that the woman never really knows what she wants, as is evidenced by the divorce rate, as is reflected to us as of old in the garden of Eden story. She had God as a friend. She had her husband, Adam, as lover and mate. She had everything she could need. But she took the shiny apple in hand and chose to heed a foreign voice, that of the serpent, who promised her immortality, knowledge, self-sufficiency and power.

The story of the garden isn’t about the fall of man, but the elevation of the woman. Man betrayed God for the woman. The woman betrayed man for the allure of knowledge and power.

Thousands of years later, nothing has changed, except the problem has grown worse.

It sounds ugly, what I am pointing out. It sounds wrong to even say it. But the evidence of this phenomenon is everywhere today. It is so bad, so ingrained now in our society, that we are almost completely blind to what has occurred.

Women are now permitted to kill their unborn babies without compunction. A crime that used to lead to stoning or exile has been repackaged as a moral right.

80% of divorces are initiated by women. They abandon their husbands, and break their children’s young psyches, causing untold and deep trauma, for the sake of convenience. Large numbers of their children suffer abuse under boyfriends that come and go, or cruel, hairy stepfathers.

Women today are even given the children, even after treachery, after adultery, after abandonment of their vows, when in old days, this was unthinkable. Why would any sane and reasonable and conscientious person give children to a woman who has proven herself disloyal, immoral, treacherous and selfish? It is almost inconceivable that this is the social program that men are subject to today.

Women commit adultery, and no charges are ever brought to bear, though many laws against this evil exist on the books all across the country. In fact, the courts reward them with custody, handing over the children to the weaker vessel, who has just failed her greatest moral test.

The truth is, the prisons today are full of men, when they should be full of women. Every female-specific crime has been decriminalized, one by one.

Men have been sacrificed in the name of freedom, and feminism. They never had a chance, being raised by their mothers, and without fathers–the father having been exiled from the home.

The fact of the matter is, when godlessness began to run rampant, and God died, man died too, and has become a mere accessory to women.

And because many men are now raised by women to think and act like women, there are barely any god-fearing men around to dare to point out this evil.

This is now a woman’s world, and it is quickly going to the shitter. Men gave up their birthright, and have nobody to blame but themselves.


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The Truth is not Nice.

There is no mere relationship between truth and goodness. In fact, they are one and the same thing.

They are more than just siblings, but rather like spirit and soul, body and soul.

Whatever is true is right. Truth is a lamplight that uncovers the future, exposes all of it as more of the same, as something not to be feared. It is just more of the same, shrouded in darkness, but still more of the same.

There are no lies in goodness. Just as there is no darkness in the light.

Truth and morality have become divorced today. “Niceness” is more highly valued than truth, or goodness. Goodness and niceness are not the same thing.

Niceness is a hypocritical, nominal, superficial nod in the direction of morality, but lacking the courage of conviction about moral things.

Niceness is just the living out of lies. You dress up lies in expensive clothing, and you have the world’s version of moral goodness.

Look, the fact is, that the telling of truth is not nice. It will not gain you favor with the world, and you will not be popular.

But telling the truth can never be wrong, in a moral sense. Truthfulness is rightness. Truthfulness is goodness. Niceness is not goodness. This is where the world becomes confused.

Niceness is just a form of outward hypocrisy. It is the display of goodness, but lacking the faith in truth that goodness demands and necessitates.

If you have ever wondered why a lie just feels wrong, even in the service of niceness, it is because a lie has no authority in and of itself. It can only manipulate, but never expose. It can only dress up or cover an injury site, but never heal the wound. A lie, then, is much more than a falsehood. It is the opposite of truth, which is the active opposition to light, and to goodness.

Jesus never said that the truth will set you free. He said that you will know the truth, first. This is critical. Because all of the science and facts in the world isn’t worth anything compared to understanding, to a personal, face-to-face encounter with knowledge.

It isn’t the truth that sets you free, but a revelation of the truth. It is when an old, time-tested adage that you memorized as a schoolboy suddenly becomes activated with new energies, finally is understood as a great store of value that you never appreciated.

Christ said: “and you shall KNOW the truth, and the truth shall set you free.” This is where the godless get off of the train. They know what truth is, but they just don’t like it. They know where truth lives, has his address, but they don’t want to visit. They are satisfied enough with knowing that is around, out there, somewhere. They don’t allow it to have an impact in their moral lives. That would bring enlightenment, which leads to change.

It just isn’t obvious to most that whatever is true is right, and whatever is false is wrong. Goodness is just the electrification of moral facts. Not just any ole data suffices. I’m not talking about mathematics or history or any other factual disciplines.

This seems obvious, and it should be, but it really isn’t. Nothing is truly obvious to a man until he receives a revelation of it, until he is enlightened about it, or approaches it in a deep and personal way.

Finally, truth is valuable, but it is also not without risk to commit to it. Truth, being of great value, always carries a personal cost. There is always a price to be paid for the telling of truth.

The lesson of Christ is that “no servant is above his master.” The speaking of truth will lead to persecution. If you commit to a lifestyle of truth, men will seek after your life. If men are not seeking after your life, you are still yet above your master, still yet not living up to his call toward total truth.

Truth is valuable, but anything valuable is also inherently costly. It goes without saying. There is no such thing as a free lunch, or a free anything. Goodness is not cheap. Truth is very expensive, as it should be.

I think we need to commit to truth again, as a people, as a nation, as a race. We need to turn away and reject the false idea that truth can be convenient and fluffy, adoring and nice. It is not nice. But it is good.

Niceness is not goodness, except in the world’s view of things. If Christ was nice, he would not have been crucified. He was crucified because he committed to truth, and goodness.

Let the world be nice. Let them become apologists for convenience. Let them enable sinners in their path of self-destruction out of a sense of niceness. They will destroy themselves in the process. Because niceness is not a natural law of nature or Nature’s God. Nature is always true to itself, but never nice.

If we are going to survive in this world, we need to be the same.

Crafty as a fox, but as harmless as a dove.

Not nice. But truthful. Which is always right.

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Sometimes, it Just Be Like That.

About 7 years ago, I was in a rough patch with my walk with God. Everything had fallen apart in my life. I was down, and I was out. I remember being so mad, so angry at God. I have always been a giver, and now, I had damn near nothing to show for it.

It was a Thursday night, and I was driving by my old church. I decided to attend the service at the last second, literally almost crashing as I pulled across 3 lanes of traffic to get off on the exit.

I had a plan. I was going to sit all the way in the back and stew. I wasn’t going to praise or worship or give or nothing. I was going to protest silently.

If God wanted me, he was going to have to take me, then and there.

You can just guess the rest.

Every song the worship team played was “my favorite song,” almost as if I had personally put the list together.

The Pastor’s sermon? It was as if it was written personally, for me, from the Pastor’s desk.

By the end of that night, I was on my feet: worshiping, praising, 4 rows back from the podium.

That’s how God works sometimes.