Give me all culture.

 Recently my wife and I have become hillbillies. Maybe. If you live in an RV, park by the swamp, have a white truck, and own a straw hat, then maybe you are. I know my neighbors are. Maybe I'm one too. I might be the only one in the camp ground celebrating the Biblical Feasts, wearing tzitt-zits, or blowing a shofar, but, I think I've become a hillbilly and there's nothing wrong with that in my estimation.


I've also been working at a tour guide company, learning the amazing stories about Savannah, Georgia from the Historical Society as well as others who have lived there all of their life. There are pretender tour guides, like me, who wander in from the wiley wastelands of rural Indiana and set up shop. We can only pretend to presume any sort of sway with the local crowd, and instead, ply our wares of junk knowledge on the unsuspecting tourist from Maine.


However, being immersed, as I have been, in deep Georgia life, I find myself not being a local, but able to think like one, and have come to hate the idea of more of my type moving here and gentrifying the place. I believe that I've been moved into more and more of an "us vs. them" mind-set, being closed off and moving far away from the new US Democrat "woke" message of all of us are the same, just from different places of the globe. the message that all of us space-monkeys just need to get along in the new matriarchy, in this brave new world.


Interestingly that both becoming both a hillbilly and a historian have moved me deeper and more away from the "New America" into an older and more cultured mindset. Instead of a mish-mash of cultures, I now see and appreciate all cultures in their own right. Is one culture more important than another? No, most certainly not. But they are indeed different. There can be no melody culture upon culture, but there most certainly can be harmony.


Back into the past, back into a simpler more narrowed culture I go. Appreciative of all cultures, but shunning the integration of one upon another, much like I shun the idea of my Banana Pudding touching my Collard Greens. I don't mind if the greens touch my Macaroni and Cheese, but I'll let my stomach mix them, not my mouth. I don't want, I don't need the mixing, and, on a whole, it's not good for the overall taste.


Give me the Gullah Geechee stories. Give me their culture as equal to the Irish Stevedore. Give me the tradition of the Caribbean brickmason and the Scottish farmer. If there's one thing I've learned from Savannah, Georgia - All men are equal and worthy of the respect of their heritage.

The Seventh Pope

The Seventh Pope

by Pauly Hart

Saturday July 30th, 2022



Alex and Emma were enjoying their night just like every other night they'd stayed in Savannah Georgia. They hadn’t cared for the Paula Dean Restaurant experience but they had a lot of fun at Treylor Hitch and Corleone’s. They had some time to kill before going back to The Mansion on Forsythe, so they were hanging out at Spanky's on River Street. It was pretty crowded. The music was loud and the air was thick with that common late night heat that Savannah offered its visitors every day in July.

Emma had a Painkiller in hand. She had asked for Cruzan coconut instead of that nasty Pussers rum everyone wanted to use. Alex had his Rum cream on the rocks - extra rocks. They were slightly buzzed and enjoying it all. 

The first push came from the outside. They were at the bar near the back so they could see it more than feelit. At first everyone was surprised and animated. Some laughed at the mild shoving until one woman screamed bloody murder. Like… Actual bloody murder… Not just the lame catchphrase people say when they exaggerate all of their stories. No, someone was actually being murdered and it was a bit splashy.

The moment many of the people in Spankys realized what was happening was the exact moment that things went sideways.

The mob moved as one, back in towards the restaurant, almost crushing everyone on the back wall. Alex grabbed Emma and yanked her hard, into the bar area, barely escaping the people.

From their point of view it was a hot mess. There were three groups of people. Emma, Alex, and the one bartender were inside the bar area. There were the people already inside the restaurant, crushing each other towards the back, and then there were the people coming inside the restaurant. Oh. And I should mention a very small minority: One person gnawing on the neck of another person having pinned them to the ground. There was a great deal of thrashing from the victim and a great deal of crunching from the attacker.

It was around five full and really long seconds of this. One group watching the other while also watching the insane act of cannibalism in front of them. The group who were coming into the restaurant weren’t exactly people maybe. They were rotting and decomposing former people. Many of them still had loose dirt in their clothes from the graves they’d escaped. That’s exactly what they were. The risen dead.

It should have been expected by everyone involved. The risen dead obviously knew what their own perceived reality was, everyone in the room knew Savannah was haunted, and the bartender always expected something crazy to happen. Around the six second mark, the crowd of the risen dead who were coming into the restaurant lurched forward as one. If there was ever a need for a “ready-set-go” in the minds of the people already inside the restaurant, this was it. For at that very moment, all of the still alive humans freaked the fuck out.

If there had been any way to shrink the mob more up against the wall than it already had been, it was impossible. Yet it happened. People really just are bags of meat after all. The mob shrank back further towards the wall and then in one insane moment, the risen dead ran straight into them.

The bartender, a short girl with bangs, handed a wooden baseball bat to Alex. She had her purse in her hands and was fumbling through it. Bringing out a 9mm she raised it towards the cannibal eater. One shot and it fell over. She couldn’t reach her arm over the bar to see the victim on the floor so she didn’t think to dispatch the victim. She wasn’t thrashing anymore anyway. Motioning to Alex and Emma she vaulted over the pass-through area, where the servers picked up their drinks. She strode towards the entrance, shooting two more of the dead in the face on her way. Alex went after her, and fended off a lurching man in a priest’s frock while Emma clamored over.

They raced behind the bartender who was running along the cobblestone street, dodging a leaning dead person here, and a crawling one there. She rarely shot the gun, as most of the faster ones had been at the bar. They ran west towards the Lincoln ramp. From the Boar’s Head Tavern, a window broke and a man fell out onto the street, bouncing the awning of the candy store below it. The large black man in an apron got up slowly. He saw the three escapees and raised his knife.

Jill raised her hands and explained that they weren't dead and they just wanted to get off River Street. There were a lot of dead here, walking east from old Fort Wayne and The Pirate’s House.

Accepting the idea that they were all on the same team, they slowly made their way up Factors Walk towards Bay Street. There was a close call around the Lincoln Ramp at the blind curve when one of the dead fell off the wall in front of them. It took the cook and the bartender all they had to pull Alex off from beating the corpse into a fine jelly. Emma was the only one weaponless but she did a great job of leaping away from the limping dead when needed.

Savannah is a Necropolis There were no graveyards as easy markers. The whole town was a hodgepodge of cemeteries here and there, built upon. The old town dead were burried where they fell often, after Yellow Fever, massive fires, and bloody wars. If they need to build, they just moved the headstones, not the actual bodies.

As they made it up and onto Bay Street, it was chaos. The dead were walking out in front of large semis and there were wrecks everywhere. People were being eaten alive and the stench was awful. They barely made it over to Abercorn around from The Hampton Inn. There were people in every window looking down. One man holding a rifle from on top of the inn, but he was not firing on anyone, not yet at least. The four wondered how long it would take him to start.

At the Bryan Street Parking Garage it was quiet and there was no movement. They stopped for a moment to gather their wits. The bartender’s name was Jill and the cook’s name was Tyrone. Before she was a bartender, Jill worked for a tour-guide company and knew a little about where the dead were buried. Oddly enough, even though growing up here, Tyrone knew nothing of the history of the place, but he sure knew his way around. At Jill’s suggestion they would walk straight south towards the cemetery. Everyone thought Jill was crazy but she had a good point.

Tyrone mentioned they were all religious folk. And if they had bothered to pay attention, all of the dead were either priests, nuns, or other Roman Catholic workers. Not really workers, but you know… Regular Catholics, Anna mentioned. And then it made sense. Jill told them that Colonial Park Cemetery hadn’t allowed any Catholics in it at all. It would be the safest place in town. They talked it out.

There was the Jewish cemetery area over at Bull and Oglethorpe. An entire block. There was the “Old Negro Burial Ground” over at the Massey school and Potter’s field was right next to that. They couldn’t rely on either of the last two… Just because you were African American didn’t mean you weren’t Catholic.

Wait. What about the Hudu?

Tyrone told them.

The Hudu were African Spiritualists who were also Catholics. His aunt was Hudu.

Like Voodoo? Alex and Emma were completely lost.

Like a spur from original Catholics. Jill was helping.

Colonial Park Cemetery it was.

Every single area in Savannah had the dead buried under it. Buildings wouldn’t be safe from them. And they were seeing it. Men in white collars with dripping faces inside buildings stalking the living. They couldn’t risk going indoors.

Emma had her phone out checking it. The top news on every site was the risen dead epidemic and something to do with The Pope.

Jill had been right, it was deserted. It was creepy and they could hear the various screams, gunfire, and explosions all around town. Emma pulled her phone out again. They all crowded around it.

Oddly, FOX news had the best coverage. There was a press conference with Pope John Paul III. He was pleading with everyone to not kill the risen dead. He was calling it their first resurrection. He begged the reporters in the room when they all began shouting questions at him. There was a scuffle and a man shot into the air from the crowd. He was quickly taken down by the Swiss guard, oddly with their halberds. The head rolled loosely on the floor before the camera cut away.

But things got even weirder, even more quickly. From behind the curtain a commotion and Pope Paul III was thrown to the ground by what looked to be another Pope. There was a sick snapping noise and suddenly the new dirtier Pope lifted Pope Paul III’s severed head into the air.

It was Pope Benedict the 16th… The Seventh Black Pope.

He was back… And this time… He was here to stay.


Francisco's Money Speech



"So you think that money is the root of all evil?” said Francisco d’Anconia. “Have you ever asked what is the root of money? Money is a tool of exchange, which can’t exist unless there are goods produced and men able to produce them. Money is the material shape of the principle that men who wish to deal with one another must deal by trade and give value for value. Money is not the tool of the moochers, who claim your product by tears, or of the looters, who take it from you by force. Money is made possible only by the men who produce. Is this what you consider evil? 

“When you accept money in payment for your effort, you do so only on the conviction that you will exchange it for the product of the effort of others. It is not the moochers or the looters who give value to money. Not an ocean of tears not all the guns in the world can transform those pieces of paper in your wallet into the bread you will need to survive tomorrow. Those pieces of paper, which should have been gold, are a token of honor–your claim upon the energy of the men who produce. Your wallet is your statement of hope that somewhere in the world around you there are men who will not default on that moral principle which is the root of money. Is this what you consider evil? 

“Have you ever looked for the root of production? Take a look at an electric generator and dare tell yourself that it was created by the muscular effort of unthinking brutes. Try to grow a seed of wheat without the knowledge left to you by men who had to discover it for the first time. Try to obtain your food by means of nothing but physical motions–and you’ll learn that man’s mind is the root of all the goods produced and of all the wealth that has ever existed on earth. 

“But you say that money is made by the strong at the expense of the weak? What strength do you mean? It is not the strength of guns or muscles. Wealth is the product of man’s capacity to think. Then is money made by the man who invents a motor at the expense of those who did not invent it? Is money made by the intelligent at the expense of the fools? By the able at the expense of the incompetent? By the ambitious at the expense of the lazy? Money is made–before it can be looted or mooched–made by the effort of every honest man, each to the extent of his ability. An honest man is one who knows that he can’t consume more than he has produced.’ 

“To trade by means of money is the code of the men of good will. Money rests on the axiom that every man is the owner of his mind and his effort. Money allows no power to prescribe the value of your effort except the voluntary choice of the man who is willing to trade you his effort in return. Money permits you to obtain for your goods and your labor that which they are worth to the men who buy them, but no more. Money permits no deals except those to mutual benefit by the unforced judgment of the traders. Money demands of you the recognition that men must work for their own benefit, not for their own injury, for their gain, not their loss–the recognition that they are not beasts of burden, born to carry the weight of your misery–that you must offer them values, not wounds–that the common bond among men is not the exchange of suffering, but the exchange of goods. Money demands that you sell, not your weakness to men’s stupidity, but your talent to their reason; it demands that you buy, not the shoddiest they offer, but the best that your money can find. And when men live by trade–with reason, not force, as their final arbiter–it is the best product that wins, the best performance, the man of best judgment and highest ability–and the degree of a man’s productiveness is the degree of his reward. This is the code of existence whose tool and symbol is money. Is this what you consider evil? 

“But money is only a tool. It will take you wherever you wish, but it will not replace you as the driver. It will give you the means for the satisfaction of your desires, but it will not provide you with desires. Money is the scourge of the men who attempt to reverse the law of causality–the men who seek to replace the mind by seizing the products of the mind. 

“Money will not purchase happiness for the man who has no concept of what he wants: money will not give him a code of values, if he’s evaded the knowledge of what to value, and it will not provide him with a purpose, if he’s evaded the choice of what to seek. Money will not buy intelligence for the fool, or admiration for the coward, or respect for the incompetent. The man who attempts to purchase the brains of his superiors to serve him, with his money replacing his judgment, ends up by becoming the victim of his inferiors. The men of intelligence desert him, but the cheats and the frauds come flocking to him, drawn by a law which he has not discovered: that no man may be smaller than his money. Is this the reason why you call it evil? 

“Only the man who does not need it, is fit to inherit wealth–the man who would make his own fortune no matter where he started. If an heir is equal to his money, it serves him; if not, it destroys him. But you look on and you cry that money corrupted him. Did it? Or did he corrupt his money? Do not envy a worthless heir; his wealth is not yours and you would have done no better with it. Do not think that it should have been distributed among you; loading the world with fifty parasites instead of one, would not bring back the dead virtue which was the fortune. Money is a living power that dies without its root. Money will not serve the mind that cannot match it. Is this the reason why you call it evil? 

“Money is your means of survival. The verdict you pronounce upon the source of your livelihood is the verdict you pronounce upon your life. If the source is corrupt, you have damned your own existence. Did you get your money by fraud? By pandering to men’s vices or men’s stupidity? By catering to fools, in the hope of getting more than your ability deserves? By lowering your standards? By doing work you despise for purchasers you scorn? If so, then your money will not give you a moment’s or a penny’s worth of joy. Then all the things you buy will become, not a tribute to you, but a reproach; not an achievement, but a reminder of shame. Then you’ll scream that money is evil. Evil, because it would not pinch-hit for your self-respect? Evil, because it would not let you enjoy your depravity? Is this the root of your hatred of money? 

“Money will always remain an effect and refuse to replace you as the cause. Money is the product of virtue, but it will not give you virtue and it will not redeem your vices. Money will not give you the unearned, neither in matter nor in spirit. Is this the root of your hatred of money? 

“Or did you say it’s the love of money that’s the root of all evil? To love a thing is to know and love its nature. To love money is to know and love the fact that money is the creation of the best power within you, and your passkey to trade your effort for the effort of the best among men. It’s the person who would sell his soul for a nickel, who is loudest in proclaiming his hatred of money–and he has good reason to hate it. The lovers of money are willing to work for it. They know they are able to deserve it. 

“Let me give you a tip on a clue to men’s characters: the man who damns money has obtained it dishonorably; the man who respects it has earned it. 

“Run for your life from any man who tells you that money is evil. That sentence is the leper’s bell of an approaching looter. So long as men live together on earth and need means to deal with one another–their only substitute, if they abandon money, is the muzzle of a gun. 

“But money demands of you the highest virtues, if you wish to make it or to keep it. Men who have no courage, pride or self-esteem, men who have no moral sense of their right to their money and are not willing to defend it as they defend their life, men who apologize for being rich–will not remain rich for long. They are the natural bait for the swarms of looters that stay under rocks for centuries, but come crawling out at the first smell of a man who begs to be forgiven for the guilt of owning wealth. They will hasten to relieve him of the guilt–and of his life, as he deserves. 

“Then you will see the rise of the men of the double standard–the men who live by force, yet count on those who live by trade to create the value of their looted money–the men who are the hitchhikers of virtue. In a moral society, these are the criminals, and the statutes are written to protect you against them. But when a society establishes criminals-by-right and looters-by-law–men who use force to seize the wealth of disarmed victims–then money becomes its creators’ avenger. Such looters believe it safe to rob defenseless men, once they’ve passed a law to disarm them. But their loot becomes the magnet for other looters, who get it from them as they got it. Then the race goes, not to the ablest at production, but to those most ruthless at brutality. When force is the standard, the murderer wins over the pickpocket. And then that society vanishes, in a spread of ruins and slaughter. 

“Do you wish to know whether that day is coming? Watch money. Money is the barometer of a society’s virtue. When you see that trading is done, not by consent, but by compulsion–when you see that in order to produce, you need to obtain permission from men who produce nothing–when you see that money is flowing to those who deal, not in goods, but in favors–when you see that men get richer by graft and by pull than by work, and your laws don’t protect you against them, but protect them against you–when you see corruption being rewarded and honesty becoming a self-sacrifice–you may know that your society is doomed. Money is so noble a medium that it does not compete with guns and it does not make terms with brutality. It will not permit a country to survive as half-property, half-loot. 

“Whenever destroyers appear among men, they start by destroying money, for money is men’s protection and the base of a moral existence. Destroyers seize gold and leave to its owners a counterfeit pile of paper. This kills all objective standards and delivers men into the arbitrary power of an arbitrary setter of values. Gold was an objective value, an equivalent of wealth produced. Paper is a mortgage on wealth that does not exist, backed by a gun aimed at those who are expected to produce it. Paper is a check drawn by legal looters upon an account which is not theirs: upon the virtue of the victims. Watch for the day when it bounces, marked, ‘Account overdrawn.’ 

“When you have made evil the means of survival, do not expect men to remain good. Do not expect them to stay moral and lose their lives for the purpose of becoming the fodder of the immoral. Do not expect them to produce, when production is punished and looting rewarded. Do not ask, ‘Who is destroying the world? You are. 

“You stand in the midst of the greatest achievements of the greatest productive civilization, and you wonder why it’s crumbling around you, while you’re damning its life-blood–money. You look upon money as the savages did before you, and you wonder why the jungle is creeping back to the edge of your cities. Throughout men’s history, money was always seized by looters of one brand or another, whose names changed, but whose method remained the same: to seize wealth by force and to keep the producers bound, demeaned, defamed, deprived of honor. That phrase about the evil of money, which you mouth with such righteous recklessness, comes from a time when wealth was produced by the labor of slaves–slaves who repeated the motions once discovered by somebody’s mind and left unimproved for centuries. So long as production was ruled by force, and wealth was obtained by conquest, there was little to conquer, Yet through all the centuries of stagnation and starvation, men exalted the looters, as aristocrats of the sword, as aristocrats of birth, as aristocrats of the bureau, and despised the producers, as slaves, as traders, as shopkeepers–as industrialists. 

“To the glory of mankind, there was, for the first and only time in history, a country of money–and I have no higher, more reverent tribute to pay to America, for this means: a country of reason, justice, freedom, production, achievement. For the first time, man’s mind and money were set free, and there were no fortunes-by-conquest, but only fortunes-by-work, and instead of swordsmen and slaves, there appeared the real maker of wealth, the greatest worker, the highest type of human being–the self-made man–the American industrialist. 

“If you ask me to name the proudest distinction of Americans, I would choose–because it contains all the others–the fact that they were the people who created the phrase ‘to make money.’ No other language or nation had ever used these words before; men had always thought of wealth as a static quantity–to be seized, begged, inherited, shared, looted or obtained as a favor. Americans were the first to understand that wealth has to be created. The words ‘to make money’ hold the essence of human morality. 

“Yet these were the words for which Americans were denounced by the rotted cultures of the looters’ continents. Now the looters’ credo has brought you to regard your proudest achievements as a hallmark of shame, your prosperity as guilt, your greatest men, the industrialists, as blackguards, and your magnificent factories as the product and property of muscular labor, the labor of whip-driven slaves, like the pyramids of Egypt. The rotter who simpers that he sees no difference between the power of the dollar and the power of the whip, ought to learn the difference on his own hide– as, I think, he will. 

“Until and unless you discover that money is the root of all good, you ask for your own destruction. When money ceases to be the tool by which men deal with one another, then men become the tools of men. Blood, whips, and guns–or dollars. Take your choice–there is no other–and your time is running out.”

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SECTION 4: VAYERA


Chapter 22


    After this, Isaac and Ishmael argued.

    Ishmael said, “It is right that I inherit father's things because I’m his firstborn son.”

    But Isaac said, “It's right that I should inherit what is the father's, because I am the son of his wife, Sarah and you’re the son of her maid Hagar.”

    Ishmael answered, “I’m more righteous than you! I was circumcised at thirteen years old. If it had been my will to not be, they wouldn’t have delivered me to be circumcised. You were circumcised at eight days old. If you knew what was happening, maybe they wouldn’t have delivered you to be circumcised.

    Isaac responded and said, “Look, I’m 36 years old today! As blessed as He is, if the Holy One were to ask of me for all my body parts, I wouldn’t delay.”

    And it was after these things these words were heard before Yahweh of the world, and The Word of Yahweh immediately tested Abraham with the tenth trial.

    He said to him, “Abraham!”

    And Abraham said, “You see me.”

    He said, “Go get the son you love… Now. Get Isaac. Go to the land of worship and offer him as a whole burnt offering. Do it at Mount Moriah, the mountain that I told you about.”

    Abraham rose up in the morning and saddled his donkey. He took the two younger men with him (Eliezer and Ishmael), and he took his son, Isaac. He cut small wood, fig wood, and palm wood. These were used for burning the offering. He got up and went to the land of which Yahweh had told him. On the third day Abraham looked up and saw a cloud of great beauty simmering on top of the mountain. He understood what it was when he was still very far away.

Abraham said to his men, “You wait here with the donkey. I’ll go up there with the young man, to prove the ‘So your sons will be’ promise will happen. We will worship Yahweh of the world, and come back to you.”

    Abraham took the wood of the offering and put it on his son Isaac. In his hand he took the fire and the knife; and they went together.

    Isaac spoke to his father Abraham, “Father?”

    “Here I am,” he said.

    “I see the fire and the wood. But where is the lamb for the offering?” He asked.

    Abraham said, “The Word of Yahweh will prepare for Himself a lamb for the offering. If He does not… then you are the offering.”

    Both of them went with a humble heart, in unity. 

    Then they came to the place Yahweh had told him about. And Abraham rebuilt the altar that Adam had built. The same one that had been destroyed by the waters of the flood. The same one that Noah had rebuilt after it had been destroyed in the age of division. He stacked the wood neatly on it, tied up Isaac his son, and laid him on the altar on top of the wood. Abraham stretched out his hand, and took the knife to slay his son.

    Isaac said to his father: “Bind my hands tight father, because in the hour of my distress I might tremble and confuse you. Then your offering will be profane. I’ll be cast into the pit of destruction in the world to come.”

    Abraham looked into the eyes of Isaac, but the eyes of Isaac looked towards the angels on high. Isaac saw them, but Abraham didn’t. 

    In that moment the angels came down from on high, and said one to another, “Come, behold how these lonesome righteous ones who are in the world. This one slays, the other is going to be slain. The slayer won’t put it off. He who is going to be slain takes all the risk.”

    Then The Angel of Yahweh called to him from the heavens. He said, “Abraham! Abraham!”

    Abraham answered in sanctuary language, “I’m here!”

    He said, “Don’t reach out to hurt the young man. Don’t do anything evil to him. Now I know that you fear Yahweh. You haven’t withheld your only son from Me.”

    Abraham lifted up his eyes and saw a certain ram which had been created between the evenings of the foundation of the world. This ram was held in the entanglement of a tree by his horns. Abraham took him, and offered him as an offering instead of his son. And there Abraham gave thanks and prayed in The Name of The Word of Yahweh.

    He said, “I pray through The Mercies that are before You Adonai. You are Yahweh who sees, and is not seen. I pray for mercy before You Adonai. You knew that it wasn’t at the bottom of my heart to turn away from doing this thing. The whole thing is known before You that there was no division in my heart. From the time that You commanded me to offer Isaac my son - to make him dust and ashes before You… But I arose in the morning and performed The Word with joy. I have fulfilled The Word. So now I pray for The Mercies from You, Adonai Elohim. When the children of Isaac are in their hour of need? You remember the binding of their father Isaac for them. Forgive and forget their sins. Deliver them out of all need. This will be their memory. You will hear them and deliver them. Their descendants will say: ‘In the mountain of the house of the sanctuary of Yahweh, Abraham offered his son Isaac. In this mountain of the house of the sanctuary the majesty of The Shekinah of Yahweh was revealed unto him.’”

    Then the Angel of Yahweh called to Abraham a second time from the heavens, saying, “By My Word I’ve sworn,” said Yahweh, 

    “Since you’ve done this, and haven’t held back the only son you had, I will bless you. I will multiply your sons as the stars of the heavens. They will be like the sand which is on the seashore. Your sons will inherit the cities of their enemies. And all the peoples of the earth shall be blessed through the righteousness of your son, because you have obeyed My Word.”

    So the angels on high took Isaac and brought him into the school of the great Shem. He was there for three years. The same day Abraham returned to his young men. They got and went together to The Well of the Seven. And Abraham lived at Beira-desheva. It was after Abraham had bound Isaac Satan came and told Sarah that Abraham had killed Isaac. And Sarah got up and cried out, and died from the agony of strangulation. But Abraham was resting along the road on his way home.

    Abraham heard news on the way: “Milcha’s had sons for your brother Nachor. She’s been made pregnant because of the righteousness of her sister. The firstborn is Uts, then his brother Booz, then Kemuel (master of the Aramean magicians), Keshed, Chazo, Pildash, Jidlaph, Bethuel. And Bethuel has had Rebecca.”

    These eight took Milcha to Nacor, the brother of Abraham. His concubine, Rëuma, also gave birth to Tebach, Gacham, Tachash, and Maacha. 


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and writing The Word of Yahweh unto Enoch

I found myself a little listless.

So in September I went a little crazy

and compiled all of my best

stories, poems, and essays

into 20 different short volumes.

Pictured is Rush of Many Waters Volume 6.

I'm using all of Franz Marc's Blue Horses,

and some of his others for the twenty volumes.

I wish he had made 20 blue horses,

but alas.

I was forced to use cows and birds and dogs as well.

That's fine.

Thanks Franz.




full cover of #6 back, front








Open Letter to my brothers and sisters in Mainland China

 Hello bride of Christ of Mainland China, the body of Christ, and to the Ekklesia around the world,


My name is Pauly Hart and it has been my pleasure to have YHVH, maker of this world, bless me with the understanding of how He created it. This quest was not intentional and I did not look forward to breaking paradigms in my life in this way. I was raised to believe that George Lucas and Gene Roddenberry, of Star Wars and Star Trek fame, were compatible with the gospels. I was so very wrong.

During the course of my studies from 2012 even until today, I am flabbergasted and undone by our God and his system of creation. It's a daily discovery of who, what, when, where, why, and how the world works under my feet. Just the other day I put together the mystery of how fossil fuels had to change their name if I subscribed to the idea of a 6,000 year old earth with one great deluge. Even geologically, there is no way for the dinosaurs to have been buried that deeply and for them to have decomposed so well in large clumps.

Biblical Cosmology, the idea of it all, continues to help me unravel the mysteries of the lies perpetuated upon me by the systems of the world. For we are in the world and not of it, we are a chosen people, a peculiar nation... Set apart and holy for Him. So why would we listen when they tell us of their pseudo-science? Why? Because we've been programmed to. Most all media (except certain places like vine media) have come under the fist of Satan in collusion with his puppet governments. Remember Psalm 2 - YHVH in heaven laughs at the plans of governments. May we also strive to be like Him and not the puppets of the world, who just blindly do as they are told.

I realize that what I am writing is wildly unpopular with the government I live under, the New United States of Joe Biden, and the stranglehold that he has placed on our economy. Such foolishness I have never seen in a leader. Probably in the future we will look more like your country. Free to decide between living their way, or prison. It is a sad state of affairs. That my country has been the police force for the world is shameful. That we invade for opium, for oil, for gold, for control, and for the sake of bloodshed is shameful. There have been no good President leaders here since... Well, ever. This nation was formed on the lap of the Masonic lodge, and was given over to Central Bankers long ago. 

Long ago, during a time of contemplation, I had a tattoo placed upon my body, on the back of my neck. "Lamb over me." or "Righteousness" in the one character in Mandarin. I did this for several reasons. The first reason I did it was to declare my intent before all who would meet me. That I am righteous before Him. But the reasons unfold from there, in a manifold idea. That I will never see my own righteousness... That my righteousness follows me around... That my righteousness is always on the back of my mind, or the last of my thoughts... These English idioms are cute to me, but they stand secure in my reasons. The last reason that I think the tattoo will remain fixed upon my neck may be for the salvation of the soul of my executioner. For the only way I will cease proclaiming the gospel... The WHOLE gospel of God is if they take off my head. And if the guillotine worker sees my tattoo, let him understand that He is doing the injustice to one whom has already been paid for. If he understands what it is he cuts, let his soul meet with mine in the great hereafter. And though Genesis 6:3 promises me 120 years on this earth, it may be that I must embrace the calling of martyr.

Someone told me that the belief in the stationary and enclosed world (called "Flat Earth") was not a salvation issue. I told them, that for many, it may well be. Soon coming is the possible Technological Singularity. If and when that time arrives, several things will happen all at once. The identification chip that you have on your phone will be planted in your hand. You will be forced to come under control of the Beast's system, and you will not be able to buy or sell on the market without it. However... The next step, and believe me, it will happen, is the coming Alien Messiah.

Many laugh at this, but let me ask you something: "Why have they been showing us this very scenario since they released "A Trip to the Moon" in 1902 by Georges Méliès. Would it surprise you that the great grandfather of that fiction was a Bishop in the Church of England from 1638?  It was a novel titled: "The Man in the Moone." How strange indeed that 100 years after Luther laughed at Copernicus, the Church would start such a heresy? For some it must have been easy. And it gets easier and easier every day to believe in aliens. But The Word of God declares otherwise. The Word calls us His only. Read John 3:16 once again. Ask yourself... Is it easier to believe that there is only one world or only one savior?

Life has just begun to come back to good theology for you. You are leaving behind the lies and shedding off the paradigms of the old ways, the ways of the liars. The ways of the puppets. Though God had blinded your eyes before, He allows you to open them now for the first time and understand the revelations that He has for you now. Your time of growth is opening. Your time of healing is at hand. Your time of super-natural infilling is coming soon. Ask The Father for the Ruach Ho'kodesh to infill you. Ask Him to cover you with his anointing mantle for signs, healings, and miracles. The Spirit of YHVH, The Spirit of Holiness never died. He is the same yesterday, today, and forever - Holy, holy, holy.

The reason for understanding the reality of the flat earth is to bring POWER into your life. He has opened your mind, now, fill it with His WORD. Fill it and give it to others.

I leave you with the most famous quote from Martin Luther:

"There is talk of a new astrologer who wants to prove that the earth moves and goes around instead of the sky, the sun, the moon, just as if somebody were moving in a carriage or ship might hold that he was sitting still and at rest while the earth and the trees walked and moved. But that is how things are nowadays: when a man wishes to be clever he must needs invent something special, and the way he does it must needs be the best! The fool wants to turn the whole art of astronomy upside-down. However, as Holy Scripture tells us, so did Joshua bid the sun to stand still and not the earth." -Martin Luther, Luther's Tablebook (Tischreden)


Sincerely your brother in Christ,

Pauly Hart

A day in the life of a baptism

Pauly Hart

8/17/21

 

It was early and Jennifer and I were just kindof looking around the house. I had most stuff ready in their spot to be packed, but I hadn't packed it yet. That is, I mean, I was going to, I was just delaying. I don't know what for. Maybe answering emails and texts and all that... But we were just kindof hanging out, you know? I'd been up since 5:30, ready to go. Super excited. I didn't know what to expect. There were all sorts of people coming. What was going to be 40 but two families had cancelled so I was like - Whelp. Who knows? I sure didn't. I had towels, swim trunks. Whoops. Those trunks need to go in the trash cause they're two fabrics. Ok. Towels, shorts with tassels, food, water, extra paper towels and what... Kayaks? Life preservers? Maybe? Hold on, *Throws things in truck* Now what? First aid kit? Boogie boards? Extra stuff? This and that? Ok... I'm ready to baptize people. The kayaks are for later, I suppose. Great. It's 9AM.

Pauly, Tru, Vinny, Dani, Jenn and Dani's dog Lucky

What is she watching? Doctor Who? Again? Ugh. Daleks... Again... Exterminate! What a dead horse they sure like to beat with every new instantiation of that guy. Who cares about Doctor Who? If it's not Tom Baker, it doesn't matter. So, she's hungry and I am too. I was fasting until I was too shaky to drive, and that was around midnight. I ate a little oatmeal to calm my nerves. I've had to use the restroom four times this morning, al the jumpiness. I've never done this before. I've never baptized anyone.

Sure, I'd been a pastor of two churches. Sure I'd had wildly successful events. Sure I'd done this and that for "the church" but had I actually done anything for Yahshua? No, maybe not. But today I was baptizing in THE NAME of YHVH, and HIS Son, and HIS Spirit... And things were going to be different that's for sure. Great. It's 9:05AM.

So I walk around aimlessly for an hour and eventually Jenn says she's going to to go Arby's and grab a bite and head out to Skidaway Island, to go to the thing. It's near Moon River. The same one Johnny Mercer wrote for Audrey Hepburn in Breakfast at Tiffany's. Nice song. Not really what we were going for, but, a small coincidence. Everything that day was a small coincidence.

We were going to Butterbean beach. Just off the mainland and towards the island. An In-between. The river is a tidal river, both fresh and salt, brackish. An In-between. And we're going at high tide. An In-Between. And it's at solar noon. Another In-between. A whole lotta cosmic cool stuff playing out in front of me, and I'm fasting so I can't eat at Arby's.

I tell her I'll meet her at the beach and head out, going the speed limit and the next thing I know she's passing me, laughing. Oh golly, I love that lady, she's the bees knees. She brought her dog, Mahar-Shalal-Hash-Baz, named after Isaiah's second son. "He who is swift to the spoils" and boy that name don't lie. We just call him "Speedy Booty" or "Marshal" for short. Cute little thing. An Auggie. Australian Shepherd and Corgi mix. His body is 1/3 neck.

So I get there first oddly, and I park right in front of a dude sleeping in his car. I'm real quiet and start unloading everything, all the while answering texts and calls and such... People are coming! They're coming! ALRIGHT! And I'm moving tables and Herb shows up and he's like: "Is this the... Is this where..." And I shout out: "Are you my brother here to get wet!? And he laughs and his sister in law, and son, and nephew laugh and we all hug and introduce ourselves.

Herb is going under the knife on Thursday, and I'm crying already. He doesn't want to die without being obedient. Man, I love this guy already. So his boys help me unload everything and move it all over to the pavilion from my truck about 50 feet away. YES. Big strong men to help. NOICE.

And so I get to talk to Herb more and my wife arrives and a whole bunch of people arrive and then Jason and his WHOLE family of 6 arrives. And Brent and Teri arrive and then Erek, Michael, Andy, Vinny, and all the rest of their families. Oh, I can't leave out the guy sleeping in the car. That's Tru. Literally that's his name. He's a pizza delivery driver who slept the night in the parking lot and fed all the bait shop cats his only food. But that's ok. He got fed later.

And so we're sharing, and I have Tru share his story, and then... I have him share it again when everyone gets there. He's already a preacher... He just needs more experience in front of crowds, so who am I to stand in the way of a man and an audience and he shares (twice) about how he worshiped Odin and hoped to go to Valhalla when he died until he started asking a guy about who YAH was and who Yahshua was and then The Ruach Ho'quodesh just blew him away with a divine miracle and then he turned his heart over to the wonderful and true maker of lives and hearts and fingers, our Father in heaven.

So I introduce myself and tell them a little about who I am and then I tell them what we're going to do and how we're going to do it and then we read verses. I have Tru go to his car and pull out the (literally) 20 Bibles he has and pass them out and I give out the passages. But before we commence, I ask Vinny to pray for us. I was just being obedient to HIS voice... How was I to know that Vinny had never prayed in front of anyone before? He did a great job and more unity ensued.

So then we each read the verses. Aaron and David, Herb's boys (son and nephew) did very well, as did all the volunteers and then at the end, I exhorted them with the story of Phillip and the Etheopian Eunuch.

"And what did the Eunuch say?" I asked... "LOOK HERE IS WATER!!! WHAT STOPS ME FROM BEING BAPTIZED NOW!?"

And then I literally ran to the water. They must have thought me a lunatic. I told them: "Look. We're getting rid of form and function and just literally doing what The Word tells us. We've read it and we can do it. This isn't a Baptist-costal ceremony. This is a holy convocation to HIM. We repent, we get wet. It's just that simple."

Brent was there and Andy was there and I dunked Andy first while Brent filmed. Brent, ever the servant, filmed everyone and then we dunked him last. And then they got me, all of them together, kindof a group dunking, as it were.

But boy howdy, it sure was neat. I purt near cried at every dunking. I looked em dead in the eye and asked if they were ready to repent, and if I didn't like their answer, I asked again. I could see it and my spirit bore witness with The Spirit of Yahweh, the one who bore us in the first place into HIS NAME... That they all meant it.

And it was sloppy. Every single time someone went under, we didn't know if we were going forwards, or down, or backwards. But that's ok. I left that ambiguous on purpose because I wanted each person to choose what they wanted in their own time. I forget... Maybe it was Michael, I just jumped in there with him and we both baptized together... That was hilarious.

Michael, with onlookers cheering

And then, after 21 dunks we were done. Oh... There were some onlookers who said: "Good job" and all that, and I asked them if they wanted to get baptized. No takers, but that's ok. I'll get them next time maybe. We can always dunk more.

And then soon after we were eating burgers and chips and telling each other how much we loved Adam Fink and all that and talking about The Word and The Name and The Spirit and The Father, and all the good stuff that one talks about at a Baptism at a river. And let me tell you... The burgers were awesome.

Then it started raining, and then they kicked us off the pavillion, and then most everyone left because the hurricane was making its presence known.

Until it didn't.

And it was just me and Tru and Vinny and Danni. And wow, we connected on a whole other level. Flat Earth, Rapture, The Name, The paleo alphabet, we talked about a lot. Good times and good stuff. And then I invited them over to my house where we continued the party til 10:45 or so and they went home.

And that was my day. Tru and Vinny helped me put the kayaks back in storage, Danni and I helped eat the chips and the cookies. Danni's little dog and Marshal got to play together, and Tru and I chilled by my fire-pit.

Can't tell you all the super secret cool things we talked about, but, you missed out. Don't know what to say... Except for one thing:

We're going to do it all again on 9/11/2021.

And it's going to be even more fun.

 

-Pauly Hart

Biblical Cosmology in Mandarin

 I'm very excited to announce that now, 1/5 of the world can read my exegesis on Biblical Cosmology.

Find out more HERE >> https://vinemedia.org/category/article/biblical-cosmology/


The text in English 

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Cosmology in the "Bible"... Who would think this is important in the 21st century?

Jesus said: "God loves the world and even gave his only-begotten Son to them, so that all who believe in him may not perish but have eternal life." (John 3:16) It is important to realize that what Jesus said is "This" world , rather than countless planets and possible extraterrestrial life, (according to him) does not exist and cannot exist. If he was talking about angels, he would say it very clearly, but on the contrary, he chose to talk about a world and a living race of human beings. This should not be ignored, and should immediately attract the attention of those who are interested in believing in extraterrestrial intelligent creatures.

In fact, the entire 70 books in the Protestant classics of the Bible clearly show that the "world" is closed and static. It has never left its foundation, nor will it leave it until they perish, the new heaven New ground appears . Today, this is a shocking theology, but it should not be understood as a new thought in the Christian world. In fact, many church founders think so. Martin Luther blamed Copernicus: "When a person wants to be smart, he must invent something special"-he said that between writers and experts, the earth has never moved. This is common sense.


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"The Account of Enoch" full text

 "The Account of Enoch" full text


1) Enoch showed a vision for the next flood. The Lord said, my servant, Enoch, we must warn the wicked generation that I tend to keep my promise. Will destroy all creation on earth to have destroyed all that I do.


2) Enoch asked, who will survive, my Lord; God said, I've chosen a ship that will bring the pure seed of justice. Should be taken before this great destruction is coming. Warning infidels!


3) Enoch went into the crowd and said, Behold, the Lord comes with ten thousand saints to mete out judgment to all who are ungodly. You have sinned a terrible sin and forget the creator of worlds.


4) Having said this, the crowd took up arms to kill him. Suddenly, a whirlwind came out of the sky, like a fire storm. In the maelstrom of fire were seraphim, dragons power of God. Everyone who saw it was blinded in that moment for their eyes burned from their sockets.


5) Enoch was then taken to the heavens and vanished from the earth. Nobody knew where he went. Could be found, because God took him to a designated area, even in a place sacred ground.


6) In this place, Enoch wrote books on the history of his people, from Adam to the time of his generation.


7) At that time, God showed him a vision of the great Leviathan and behemoth. These two beasts were scraping the population at the end of the day. Behemoth was a beast of freedom and Leviathan was one of the rights and power. Began as a beast with a name called Phoenix. Phoenix died and arose from the ashes of these two great beasts. Behemoth eventually became larger and dictates its laws throughout the land. The attack Ishmael constantly, even when he did not deserve to be punished.


8) Then came another beast. Is awakened by a lethargy. The beast was a dragon-like beast with ten horns returned to claim two severed heads, which are Leviathan and behemoth. The two beasts struggled for a while but then gave. Now the dragon-like beast was again over and ruled the earth. No stamp is placed over the crowd until one like the Son of Man came and destroyed the monster.


9) Following this vision, Enoch was scared and stricken with awe.


10) It came to pass that Noah entered the ark, and God fulfilled his will.

Brave New World George H.W. Bush Sr. Full Speech Sept 11 1990 Transcript Full Text

 Mr. President, Mr. Speaker, members of the Congress, distinguished guests, fellow Americans, thank very much for that warm welcome.

We gather tonight, witness to events in the Persian Gulf as significant as they are tragic. In the early morning hours of August 2, following negotiations and promises by Iraq's dictator Saddam Hussein not to use force, a powerful Iraqi Army invaded its trusting and much weaker neighbor, Kuwait. Within three days, 120,000 Iraqi troops with 850 tanks had poured into Kuwait and moved south to threaten Saudi Arabia. It was then that I decided to act to check that aggression.

At this moment, our brave servicemen and women stand watch in that distant desert and on distant seas, side by side with the forces of more than 20 other distant nations.

They are some of the finest men and women of the United States of America. And they're doing one terrific job.

These valiant Americans were ready at a moment's notice to leave their spouses andtheir children, to serve on the front line halfway around the world. They remind us who keeps America strong. They do.

In the trying circumstances of the gulf, the morale of our servicemen and women is excellent. In the face of danger, they are brave, they're well-trained and dedicated.

A soldier, Pfc. Wade Merritt of Knoxville, Tennessee, now stationed in Saudi Arabia, wrote his parents of his worries, his love of family, and his hope for peace. But Wade also wrote: "I am proud of my country and its firm stance against inhumane aggression. I am proud of my Army and its men. . . . I am proud to serve my country."

Let me just say, Wade, America is proud of you and is grateful to every soldier, sailor, Marine and airman serving the cause of peace in the Persian Gulf.

I also want to thank the chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, General {Colin L.} Powell, the Chiefs, here tonight, our commander in the Persian Gulf, General H. Norman Schwarzkopf, and the men and women of the Department of Defense. What a maginificant job you all are doing and thank you very very much.

I wish I could say their work is done. But we all know it's not.

So if ever there was a time to put country before self and patriotism before party, the time is now. And let me thank all Americans, especially those in this chamber tonight, for your support for our armed forces and for their mission.

That support will be even more important in the days to come.

So tonight, I want to talk to you about what's at stake -- what we must do together to defend civilized values around the world and maintain our economic strength at home. U.S. Objectives in Persian Gulf

Our objectives in the Persian Gulf are clear, our goals defined and familiar:

Iraq must withdraw from Kuwait completely, immediately and without condition.

Kuwait's legitimate government must be restored.

The security and stability of the Persian Gulf must be assured.

And American citizens abroad must be protected.

These goals are not ours alone. They've been endorsed by the U.N. Security Council five times in as many weeks. Most countries share our concern for principle, and many have a stake in the stability of the Persian Gulf. This is not, as Saddam Hussein would have it, the United States against Iraq. It is Iraq against the world.

As you know, I've just returned from a very productive meeting with Soviet President {Mikhail} Gorbachev, and I am pleased that we are working together to build a new relationship. In Helsinki, our joint statement affirmed to the world our shared resolve to counter Iraq's threat to peace. Let me quote: "We are united in the belief that Iraq's aggression must not be tolerated. No peaceful international order is possible if larger states can devour their smaller neighbors."

Clearly, no longer can a dictator count on East-West confrontation to stymie concerted United Nations action against aggression.

A new partnership of nations has begun, and we stand today at a unique and extraordinary moment. The crisis in the Persian Gulf, as grave as it is, also offers a rare opportunity to move toward an historic period of cooperation. Out of these troubled times, our fifth objective -- a new world order -- can emerge: A new era -- freer from the threat of terror, stronger in the pursuit of justice and more secure in the quest for peace. An era in which the nations of the world, east and west, north and south, can prosper and live in harmony.

A hundred generations have searched for this elusive path to peace, while a thousand wars raged across the span of human endeavor, and today that new world is struggling to be born. A world quite different from the one we've known. A world where the rule of law supplants the rule of the jungle. A world in which nations recognize the shared responsibility for freedom and justice. A world where the strong respect the rights of the weak.

This is the vision that I shared with President Gorbachev in Helsinki. He and the other leaders from Europe, the gulf and around the world understand that how we manage this crisis today could shape the future for generations to come. 'The Test We Face Is Great'

The test we face is great and so are the stakes. This is the first assault on the new world that we seek, the first test of our mettle. Had we not responded to this first provocation with clarity of purpose; if we do not continue to demonstrate our determination, it would be a signal to actual and potential despots around the world.

America and the world must defend common vital interests. And we will.

America and the world must support the rule of law. And we will.

America and the world must stand up to aggression. And we will.

And one thing more: in the pursuit of these goals, America will not be intimidated.

Vital issues of principle are at stake. Saddam Hussein is literally trying to wipe a country off the face of the Earth.

We do not exaggerate. Nor do we exaggerate when we say: Saddam Hussein will fail.

Vital economic interests are at risk as well. Iraq itself controls some 10 percent of the world's proven oil reserves. Iraq plus Kuwait controls twice that. An Iraq permitted to swallow Kuwait would have the economic and military power, as well as the arrogance, to intimidate and coerce its neighbors -- neighbors who control the lion's share of the world's remaining oil reserves. We cannot permit a resource so vital to be dominated by one so ruthless. And we won't.

Recent events have surely proven that there is no substitute for American leadership. In the face of tyranny, let no one doubt American credibility and reliability. Let no one doubt our staying power. We will stand by our friends. One way or another, the leader of Iraq must learn this fundamental truth.

From the outset, acting hand-in-hand with others, we've sought to fashion the broadest possible international response to Iraq's aggression. The level of world cooperation and condemnation of Iraq is unprecedented.

Armed forces from countries spanning four continents are there at the request of King Fahd of Saudi Arabia to deter and, if need be, to defend against attack. Muslims and non-Muslims, Arabs and non-Arabs, soldiers from many nations, stand shoulder-to-shoulder, resolute against Saddam Hussein's ambitions.

And we can now point to five United Nations Security Council resolutions that condemn Iraq's aggression. They call for Iraq's immediate and unconditional withdrawal, the restoration of Kuwait's legitimate government and categorically reject Iraq's cynical and self-serving attempt to annex Kuwait.

Finally, the United Nations has demanded the release of all foreign nationals held hostage against their will and in contravention of international law. It's a mockery of human decency to call these people "guests." They are hostages, and the whole world knows it.

{British} Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher, a dependable ally, said it all: "We do not bargain over hostages. We will not stoop to the level of using human beings as bargaining {chips}. Ever." 'Our Hearts Go Out to the Hostages'

Of course, of course, our hearts go out to the hostages, to their families. But our policy cannot change. And it will not change. America and the world will not be blackmailed by this ruthless policy.

We're now in sight of a United Nations that performs as envisioned by its founders. We owe much to the outstanding leadership of Secretary General Javier Perez de Cuellar. The United Nations is backing up its words with action. The Security Council has imposed mandatory economic sanctions on Iraq, designed to force Iraq to relinquish the spoils of its illegal conquest. The Security Council has also taken the decisive step of authorizing the use of all means necessary to ensure compliance with these sanctions.

Together with our friends and allies, ships of the United States Navy are today patrolling Mideast waters, and they've already intercepted more than 700 ships to enforce the sanctions. Three regional leaders I spoke with just yesterday told me that these sanctions are working. Iraq is feeling the heat.

We continue to hope that Iraq's leaders will recalculate just what their aggression has cost them. They are cut off from world trade, unable to sell their oil, and only a tiny fraction of goods gets through.

The communique with President Gorbachev made mention of what happens when the embargo is so effective that children of Iraq literally need milk, or the sick truly need medicine. Then, under strict international supervision that guarantees the proper destination, then -- food will be permitted.

At home, the material cost of our leadership can be steep. And that's why Secretary of State {James A.} Baker and Treasury Secretary {Nicholas F.} Brady have met with many world leaders to underscore that the burden of this collective effort must be shared. We're prepared to do our share and more to help carry that load; we insist that others do their share as well.

The response of most of our friends and allies has been good. To help defray costs, the leaders of Saudi Arabia, Kuwait and the U.A.E., the United Arab Emirates have pledged to provide our deployed troops with all the food and fuel they need. Generous assistance will also be provided to stalwart front-line nations, such as Turkey and Egypt.

And I'd also heartened to report that this international response extends to the neediest victims of this conflict -- those refugees. For our part, we have contributed $28 million for relief efforts. This is but a portion of what is needed. I commend, in particular, Saudi Arabia, Japan and several European nations who have joined us in this purely humanitarian effort. 'Let No One Even Contemplate Profiteering'

There's an energy-related cost to be borne as well. Oil-producing nations are already replacing lost Iraqi and Kuwaiti output. More than half of what was lost has been made up, and we're getting superb cooperation. If producers, including the United States, continue steps to expand oil and gas production, we can stabilize prices and guarantee against hardship. Additionally, we and several of our allies always have the option to extract oil from our strategic petroleum reserves, if conditions warrant. As I've pointed out before, conservation efforts are essential to keep our energy needs as low as possible. We must then take advantage of our energy sources across the board: coal, natural gas, hydro and nuclear. Our failure, our failure to do these things has made us more dependent on foreign oil than ever before. And finally, let no one even contemplate profiteering from this crisis. We will not have it.

I cannot predict just how long it'll take to convince Iraq to withdraw from Kuwait. Sanctions will take time to have their full intended effect. We will continue to review all options with our allies, but let it be clear: We will not let this aggression stand.

Our interest, our involvement in the gulf, is not transitory. It pre-dated Saddam Hussein's aggression and will survive it. Long after all our troops come home, and we all hope it's soon, very soon, there will be a lasting role for the United States in assisting the nations of the Persian Gulf. Our role then is to deter future aggression. Our role is to help our friends in their own self-defense. And something else: to curb the proliferation of chemical, biological, ballistic missile and, above all, nuclear technologies.

And let me also make clear that the United States has no quarrel with the Iraqi people. Our quarrel is with Iraq's dictator and with his aggression. Iraq will not be permitted to annex Kuwait. And that's not a threat. It's not a boast. That's just the way it's going to be. Addressing the Federal Deficit

Our ability to function effectively as a great power abroad depends on how we conduct ourselves at home. Our economy, our armed forces, our energy dependence and our cohesion all determine whether we can help our friends and stand up to our foes.

For America to lead, America must remain strong and vital. Our world leadership and domestic strength are mutual and reinforcing; a woven piece, as strongly bound as Old Glory.

To revitalize our leadership -- our leadership capacity, we must address our budget deficit -- not after Election Day, or next year, but now.

Higher oil prices slow our growth, and higher defense costs would only make our fiscal deficit problem worse. That deficit was already greater than it should have been -- a projected $232 billion for the coming year. It must -- it will -- be reduced.

To my friends in Congress, together we must act this very month -- before the next fiscal year begins on October 1 -- to get America's economic house in order. The Gulf situation helps us realize we are more economically vulnerable than we ever should be. Americans must never again enter any crisis -- economic or military -- with an excessive dependence on foreign oil and an excessive burden of federal debt.

Most Americans are sick and tired of endless battles in the Congress and between the branches over budget matters. And it's high time we pulled together -- and get the job done right. It is up to us to straighten this out. Four-Part Budget Agenda

The job has four basic parts.

First: The Congress should, this month, within a budget agreement, enact growth-oriented tax measures -- to help avoid recession in the short term; and to increase savings, investment, productivity and competitiveness for the longer term. These measures include extending incentives for research and experimentation; expanding the use of IRAs for new homeowners; establishing tax-deferred family savings accounts; creating incentives for the creation of enterprise zones and initiatives to encourage more domestic drilling; and, yes, reducing the tax rate on capital gains.

And second: The Congress should, this month, enact a prudent multi-year defense program -- one that reflects not only the improvement in East-West relations, but our broader responsibilities to deal with the continuing risks of outlaw action and regional conflict. Even with our obligations in the gulf, a sound defense budget can have some reduction in real terms, and we are prepared to accept that. But to go beyond such levels, where cutting defense would threaten our vital margin of safety, is something I will never accept.

The world is still dangerous, and surely that is now clear. Stability is not secure. American interests are far-reaching. Interdependence has increased. The consequences of regional instability can be global. This is no time to risk America's capacity to protect her vital interests.

Third: The Congress should, this month, enact measures to increase domestic energy production and energy conservation -- in order to reduce dependence on foreign oil. These measure should include my proposals to increase incentives for domestic oil and gas exploration, fuel-switching, and to accelerate the development of Alaskan energy resources, without damage to wildlife.

As you know, when the oil embargo was imposed in the early 1970s, the United States imported almost 6 million barrels of oil per day. This year, before the Iraqi invasion, U.S. imports had risen to nearly 8 million barrels per day. We had moved in the wrong direction. Now we must act to correct that trend.

Fourth: The Congress should, this month, enact a five-year program to reduce the projected debt and deficits by $500 billion -- that is, by half a trillion dollars. If, with the Congress, we can develop a satisfactory program by the end of the month, we can avoid the axe of "sequester" -- deep across-the-board cuts that would threaten our military capacity and risk substantial domestic disruption. Requirements of Fiscal Agreement

I want to be able to tell the American people we have truly solved the deficit problem. For me to do that, a budget agreement must meet these tests:

It must include the measures I've recommended to increase economic grwoth and reduce dependence on foreign oil.

It must be fair. All should contribute, but the burden should not be excessive for any one group of programs or people.

It must address the growth of government's hidden liabilities.

It must reform the budget process, and further, it must be real.

I urge Congress to provide a comprehensive five-year deficit reduction program to me as a complete legislative package -- with measures to assure that it can be fully enforced. America is tired of phony deficit reduction, or promise-now, save-later plans. Enough is enough. It is time for a program that is credible and real.

Finally, to the extent that the deficit-reduction program includes new revenue measures, it must avoid any measure that would threaten economic growth or turn us back toward the days of punishing income tax rates. That is one path we should not head down again.

I have been pleased with recent progress, although it has not always seemed so smooth. But now it is time to produce.

I hope we can work out a responsible plan. But with or without agreement from the budget summit, I ask both houses of the Congress to allow a straight up-or-down vote on a complete $500 billion deficit-reduction package -- not later than September 28.

If the Congress cannot get me a budget, then Americans will have to face a tough, mandated sequester.

I am hopeful -- in fact,I am confident -- the Congress will do what it should. And I can assure you that we in the executive branch will do our part.

In the final analysis, our ability to meet our responsibilities abroad depends upon political will and consensus at home. It's never easy in democracies, for we govern only with the consent of the governed. And although free people in a free society are bound to have their differences, Americans traditionally come together in times of adversity and challenge.

Once again, Americans have stepped forward to share a tearful goodbye with their families before leaving for a strange and distant shore. At this very moment, they serve together with Arabs, Europeans, Asians and Africans in defense of principle and the dream of a new world order. That is why they sweat and toil in the sand and the heat and the sun.

If they can come together under such adversity; if old adversaries like the Soviet Union and the United States can work in common cause, then surely we who are so fortunate to be in this great chamber -- Democrats, Republicans, liberals conservatives -- can come together to fulfill our responsibilities here.

Thank you. Good night. And God bless the United States of America.