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American Family Radio and Today's Issues: Immutably Mute
American Family Radio and Today's Issues: Immutably Mute
As a night time delivery man, I listen specifically to "Today's Issues" daily. Most of what I hear I can appreciate, but I always have to remember who these men are who are disseminating information to me. I am hearing the "Good Old Boy Gospel" from a distinctly 'Murica perspective.
The mission statement of their home company, American Family Association, as dated Feb 14, 2017 reads as follows: "The mission of the American Family Association is to inform, equip, and activate individuals to strengthen the moral foundations of American culture, and give aid to the church here and abroad in its task of fulfilling the Great Commission." I find they do not do this whatsoever.
They seek to (do things) to strengthen the moral foundations of American culture. Well I hear some of that on "Today's Issues" but not a lot. And I certainly almost never hear about (doing things) to fulfill the great commission. What I do hear is semi-moral talk about The Left, The Alt-Left, Democrats, LGBTQ, Feminists, and Non-Conservatives. It's mostly politicking and it's mostly shameful.
The majority of the views bumper-rails are set by the President of AFA and AFR, Tim Wildmon. Without a doubt, this under-educated and seemingly deaf spokesman coughs and "huh"s his way thru the show interrupting and belittling his co-hosts with sarcasm and dimwitted humor. I say this respectfully, because you can tell he really is trying to keep up with some of the sharper minds in the room, but woefully lags behind on most days.
But at least he doesn't desire to carpet bomb the entire Levant, like co-host Fred Jackson. Fred Jackson, warmonger preaches a fiery devastation from the Prince of Peace like the world has never seen. This man is better suited for the military than on a "Christian" radio network. I have never heard so much vitriol from a "Man of God" than I have from his mouth. Muslims are people too, but according to Fred, they are better off dead.
Tim's son, Walker is fair, but I fear for the entire radio network if this man is to take over the office of President when his father leaves. At least Tim gives you the Andy Griffith vibe, where Walker is seen more of a "They're out to get us" closet conspiracy theorist. The Lord would bless us all if Tim's other son, Wesley were to take the helm and leave Walker at the news desk... Maybe.
The only high points in the show are with J.J. Jasper, Jeremy Wiggins, Alexander Hamilton III, and Alex Macfarland, and also, the well loved, Ray Pritchard. These guests (including Ray, who is a sometimes Co-host) are the gems in the mud. J.J. is (to my knowledge) only heard on the Friday call in show but he is very entertaining and lovable. Jeremy is always exciting and full of life and intelligence, Alexander Hamilton III is probably the most intelligent of the entire group and is a repository of gold, and who can't help love the ever loving Alex Macfarland?
There are a couple more people that I could go on about... Kendra White, Steve Jordahl, and even Brent Kreely do such a good job in their humble attitudes when on the show. They almost make up for the awful voice of Chad Groaning and the miserable cadence of Chris Woodward.
I recommend this show to those who know that God is love and already have a firm footing in the faith of our Lord Jesus Christ. I would not recommend this show to anyone in the information, media or entertainment industry or anyone who has a reasonably high level of intelligence; i also would not recommend this show to anyone who is new in the faith. They need some firm footing, otherwise, they will sell all they have and follow Fred Jackson over to the middle east and shoot people for being the wrong color.
That being said...
I don't think boycotting Target will do anything productive, I don't think "In God We Trust" propaganda will do anything productive, I don't think that standing behind Republicans (pick whatever faction you desire) will do anything productive to "inform, equip, and activate individuals to strengthen the moral foundations of American culture."
Either change your mission statement or change your behavior
-Pauly Hart
9/12/2017
As a night time delivery man, I listen specifically to "Today's Issues" daily. Most of what I hear I can appreciate, but I always have to remember who these men are who are disseminating information to me. I am hearing the "Good Old Boy Gospel" from a distinctly 'Murica perspective.
The mission statement of their home company, American Family Association, as dated Feb 14, 2017 reads as follows: "The mission of the American Family Association is to inform, equip, and activate individuals to strengthen the moral foundations of American culture, and give aid to the church here and abroad in its task of fulfilling the Great Commission." I find they do not do this whatsoever.They seek to (do things) to strengthen the moral foundations of American culture. Well I hear some of that on "Today's Issues" but not a lot. And I certainly almost never hear about (doing things) to fulfill the great commission. What I do hear is semi-moral talk about The Left, The Alt-Left, Democrats, LGBTQ, Feminists, and Non-Conservatives. It's mostly politicking and it's mostly shameful.
The majority of the views bumper-rails are set by the President of AFA and AFR, Tim Wildmon. Without a doubt, this under-educated and seemingly deaf spokesman coughs and "huh"s his way thru the show interrupting and belittling his co-hosts with sarcasm and dimwitted humor. I say this respectfully, because you can tell he really is trying to keep up with some of the sharper minds in the room, but woefully lags behind on most days.
But at least he doesn't desire to carpet bomb the entire Levant, like co-host Fred Jackson. Fred Jackson, warmonger preaches a fiery devastation from the Prince of Peace like the world has never seen. This man is better suited for the military than on a "Christian" radio network. I have never heard so much vitriol from a "Man of God" than I have from his mouth. Muslims are people too, but according to Fred, they are better off dead.
Tim's son, Walker is fair, but I fear for the entire radio network if this man is to take over the office of President when his father leaves. At least Tim gives you the Andy Griffith vibe, where Walker is seen more of a "They're out to get us" closet conspiracy theorist. The Lord would bless us all if Tim's other son, Wesley were to take the helm and leave Walker at the news desk... Maybe.
The only high points in the show are with J.J. Jasper, Jeremy Wiggins, Alexander Hamilton III, and Alex Macfarland, and also, the well loved, Ray Pritchard. These guests (including Ray, who is a sometimes Co-host) are the gems in the mud. J.J. is (to my knowledge) only heard on the Friday call in show but he is very entertaining and lovable. Jeremy is always exciting and full of life and intelligence, Alexander Hamilton III is probably the most intelligent of the entire group and is a repository of gold, and who can't help love the ever loving Alex Macfarland?
There are a couple more people that I could go on about... Kendra White, Steve Jordahl, and even Brent Kreely do such a good job in their humble attitudes when on the show. They almost make up for the awful voice of Chad Groaning and the miserable cadence of Chris Woodward.
I recommend this show to those who know that God is love and already have a firm footing in the faith of our Lord Jesus Christ. I would not recommend this show to anyone in the information, media or entertainment industry or anyone who has a reasonably high level of intelligence; i also would not recommend this show to anyone who is new in the faith. They need some firm footing, otherwise, they will sell all they have and follow Fred Jackson over to the middle east and shoot people for being the wrong color.
That being said...
I don't think boycotting Target will do anything productive, I don't think "In God We Trust" propaganda will do anything productive, I don't think that standing behind Republicans (pick whatever faction you desire) will do anything productive to "inform, equip, and activate individuals to strengthen the moral foundations of American culture."
Either change your mission statement or change your behavior
-Pauly Hart
9/12/2017
Michigan City Cars Dealers Break The Law
This guy.
THIS GUY.
Michigan City Motors Dealer.
Where the evil dwell.
So.
He goes up my ass on the freeway and stays there.
I can't shake him.
He's pushing me.
I can't even see his hood he's so close.
So I do a little brake tap.
I think he spills his drink cause I see something flying around and then once he recovers he gets closer.
Oh? I'm the asshole here?
Because he floors it.
And then taps his brakes.
Like...
"How do you like it?"
And I laugh because he's doing 70 in a 55.
But then it's not funny.
Because he's doing 70 in a 45.
Then he's doing 65 in a 35.
And then a truck with a trailer pulls out in front of him.
And he has to stop.
While I leisurely pull up behind him.
Laugh and take this photo.
Michigan City Motors.
Slow Down.
Write an apology.
And I will redact this story.
- Pauly Hart
#MCityMotors #MichiganCityMotors #MCityCars #MichiganCityJeep
Francisco d'Aconia speech
Is money evil?
An exploration thru the writings of Ayn Rand's: Atlas Shrugged
Pauly Hart
6/19/2017
Below are three section from Atlas Shrugged, where she talks about money. The fist is speech which Francisco d'Aconia, one of the anti-contagonists, speaks at a party. It is one of the most highly decorated concepts in all of Ayn Rand's philosophies. I've been highly criticized for believing the below section. But to understand it you have to first of all understand some basic concepts:
1) Christ said: "The love of money is the root of various kinds of evil." He never said money was evil. This is the chief misunderstanding and (I believe) led Ayn to write this speech in the first place.
2) Money is vastly different from fiat currency. Money is backed by physical substances, namely, precious metal and never participates in fractional reserve lending.
3) Money lenders, money changers, and bankers (when practicing fractional reserve lending) demolish the power of money, usually always turning it into fiat currency.
4) Fiat currency is essentially, worthless. It is often less valuable than the raw resource of paper and ink it is made from. The only power it has is from the agreement that the buyer makes with the seller.
5) One of the discussions in this book deals with the "Makers vs. Looters," a concept in which the book boils down all humanity to two types of men. Those who loot take everything from those who make and those who make create wealth themselves from raw resources.
6) Money, a great system of demanding value upon a predetermined amount of work, can be likened to a calorie: The amount of energy needed to raise 1 gram of water 1 degree C. Money is a set weight that values your labor.
7) Inflation is caused by many factors, chiefly among them in the United States is the production of more currency. If we each only had $1.00 and suddenly the Federal Reserve Bank gave us all another $1.00, then our first dollar would be worth (at or very close to) $.50. The goods and services haven't changed, but the power of the currency has been halved.
8) Would actual money be something else than a receipt for the phycial product it represents? Yes. Ayn makes that clear in the book and I have placed two quotes about the "dollar bill" vs. "The Dollar." Many economists believe that physical money is the only way to show actual money value. That we should have coinage that represented monies as money itself. That gold would become, not decorative in primary use, but money in primary use and decorative if only we could afford it.
"So you think that money is the root of all evil?" said Francisco d'Aconia. "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 nor 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 by 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 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, then 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 that mind that cannot match it. Is this the reason why you call it evil?
"Money is your means of survival. The verdict which 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 the 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 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 becomes, 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, 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."
Atlas Shrugged, Part 2 Section 2, Ayn Rand
The idea of money is mentioned a couple more times.
Dagny Taggart, the protagonist talks to another of the books anti-contagonists: Owen Kellogg.
“I know that this stands for something.”
“The dollar sign? For a great deal. It stands on the vest of every fat, piglike figure in every cartoon, for the purpose of denoting a crook, a grafter, a scoundrel—as the one sure-fire brand of evil. It stands—as the money of a free country—for achievement, for success, for ability, for man’s creative power—and, precisely for these reasons, it is used as a brand of infamy…. Incidentally, do you know where that sign comes from? It stands for the initials of the United States.
“[This] was the only country in history where wealth was not acquired by looting, but by production, not by force, but by trade, the only country whose money was the symbol of man’s right to his own mind, to his work, to his life, to his happiness, to himself. If this is evil, by the present standards of the world, if this is the reason for damning us, then we—we, the dollar chasers and makers—accept it and choose to be damned by that world. We choose to wear the sign of the dollar on our foreheads, proudly, as our badge of nobility—the badge we are willing to live for and, if need be, to die.”
Later, closer to the end in the book, we see true money emerge. It's not a counterfeit receipt, but actual gold.
[He] reached into his pocket and dropped two small coins into the palm of her hand. They were miniature disks of shining gold, smaller than pennies, the kind that had not been in circulation since the days of Nat Taggart; they bore the head of the Statue of Liberty on one side, the words “United States of America—One Dollar” on the other, but the dates stamped upon them were of the past two years.
“That’s the money we use here,” he said. “It’s minted by [banker] Midas Mulligan.”
“But…on whose authority?”
“That’s stated on the coin—on both sides of it.”
I hope this explains something of the matter to you. For as I see it, thru her viewpoint, money is good and men are evil.
An exploration thru the writings of Ayn Rand's: Atlas Shrugged
Pauly Hart
6/19/2017
Below are three section from Atlas Shrugged, where she talks about money. The fist is speech which Francisco d'Aconia, one of the anti-contagonists, speaks at a party. It is one of the most highly decorated concepts in all of Ayn Rand's philosophies. I've been highly criticized for believing the below section. But to understand it you have to first of all understand some basic concepts:
1) Christ said: "The love of money is the root of various kinds of evil." He never said money was evil. This is the chief misunderstanding and (I believe) led Ayn to write this speech in the first place.
2) Money is vastly different from fiat currency. Money is backed by physical substances, namely, precious metal and never participates in fractional reserve lending.
3) Money lenders, money changers, and bankers (when practicing fractional reserve lending) demolish the power of money, usually always turning it into fiat currency.
4) Fiat currency is essentially, worthless. It is often less valuable than the raw resource of paper and ink it is made from. The only power it has is from the agreement that the buyer makes with the seller.
5) One of the discussions in this book deals with the "Makers vs. Looters," a concept in which the book boils down all humanity to two types of men. Those who loot take everything from those who make and those who make create wealth themselves from raw resources.
6) Money, a great system of demanding value upon a predetermined amount of work, can be likened to a calorie: The amount of energy needed to raise 1 gram of water 1 degree C. Money is a set weight that values your labor.
7) Inflation is caused by many factors, chiefly among them in the United States is the production of more currency. If we each only had $1.00 and suddenly the Federal Reserve Bank gave us all another $1.00, then our first dollar would be worth (at or very close to) $.50. The goods and services haven't changed, but the power of the currency has been halved.
8) Would actual money be something else than a receipt for the phycial product it represents? Yes. Ayn makes that clear in the book and I have placed two quotes about the "dollar bill" vs. "The Dollar." Many economists believe that physical money is the only way to show actual money value. That we should have coinage that represented monies as money itself. That gold would become, not decorative in primary use, but money in primary use and decorative if only we could afford it.
"So you think that money is the root of all evil?" said Francisco d'Aconia. "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 nor 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 by 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 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, then 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 that mind that cannot match it. Is this the reason why you call it evil?
"Money is your means of survival. The verdict which 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 the 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 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 becomes, 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, 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."
Atlas Shrugged, Part 2 Section 2, Ayn Rand
The idea of money is mentioned a couple more times.
Dagny Taggart, the protagonist talks to another of the books anti-contagonists: Owen Kellogg.
“I know that this stands for something.”
“The dollar sign? For a great deal. It stands on the vest of every fat, piglike figure in every cartoon, for the purpose of denoting a crook, a grafter, a scoundrel—as the one sure-fire brand of evil. It stands—as the money of a free country—for achievement, for success, for ability, for man’s creative power—and, precisely for these reasons, it is used as a brand of infamy…. Incidentally, do you know where that sign comes from? It stands for the initials of the United States.
“[This] was the only country in history where wealth was not acquired by looting, but by production, not by force, but by trade, the only country whose money was the symbol of man’s right to his own mind, to his work, to his life, to his happiness, to himself. If this is evil, by the present standards of the world, if this is the reason for damning us, then we—we, the dollar chasers and makers—accept it and choose to be damned by that world. We choose to wear the sign of the dollar on our foreheads, proudly, as our badge of nobility—the badge we are willing to live for and, if need be, to die.”
Later, closer to the end in the book, we see true money emerge. It's not a counterfeit receipt, but actual gold.
[He] reached into his pocket and dropped two small coins into the palm of her hand. They were miniature disks of shining gold, smaller than pennies, the kind that had not been in circulation since the days of Nat Taggart; they bore the head of the Statue of Liberty on one side, the words “United States of America—One Dollar” on the other, but the dates stamped upon them were of the past two years.
“That’s the money we use here,” he said. “It’s minted by [banker] Midas Mulligan.”
“But…on whose authority?”
“That’s stated on the coin—on both sides of it.”
I hope this explains something of the matter to you. For as I see it, thru her viewpoint, money is good and men are evil.
Uncle Pauly's Birthday Dash Game
This is a little game I created with drawings from my niece and nephews... Hilarious fun.
This was the inspiration:
New book soon
Adam Gray
Brad Pubwaite
Brengle JC Lalhimpuia
Chris Bowen
Dallas Quinley
Dan'ial Amatyahu
Gary Dubhda
Jamison Deguc
Jessica Loewen Mason
Mallory Freedom
Mark Fruci
Thomas Thompson
Travis Seidenstriker
I hope to see this complete soon. It's a labor of love.
The Last Time
Pauly Hart
The Last Time
28th
May, 2017
I can
honestly say it wasn’t the last time. It was the time before that really. I
work at a third shift job. Actually... It’s the chronological first shift
really, because I start after midnight. It’s an easy job and it pays well, and
I’m always done by six in the morning. So Sundays is no exception. And it’s
like kind of a boring morning. There’s nobody out and about and I have the
whole world to myself. So on Sunday’s I would head over to the church where I
was in attendance for seventeen years and police the lot. Sometimes the pastor’s
truck would be there, but more often than not it wasn’t. I had done it for a
month and was really neat. I would walk around, picking up litter and whatnot
and pray. It was peaceful and serene.
I had gotten
out of the habit of attending church because of our move out of town. My wife
wasn’t a morning person and it just never seemed to happen that our schedules
coincided with one another. I would be sleeping when she was up. She would be sleeping
when I got home. When her weekend was just beginning, for me it was like a Monday.
Truth be told, she didn’t like that church. I had been in attendance off and on
for so long and had never bothered with her opinion. Anyway, after I would get
off work, I began not even bothering to invite her. She wasn’t interested in “worshiping”
in a building on the day after the Sabbath. So I let her sleep. But I went, I
went early, I went often, and I went happily to serve.
Well I got
bored of doing lot policing, so I gradually began to dust spider webs with my
broom (I always carry a broom with me, oddly enough). And that was more
fulfilling than just picking up gum wrappers. I would hit spider webs and take
out stink bugs and generally make the entrance a little more lovely for the early
morning patrons. It was dirty, it needed to be done, no one else was doing it,
and I was bored. And, look, even if they were doing it, they were doing it on
an off day where no one would notice. As a former professional janitor, I can
tell you that it only takes one night for some pretty crazy buildup to
accumulate on your exterior windows.
I can trace
back the beginning of the downfall to the time before the last time. I had
policed, prayed, picked up, dusted, and still the outside doors were locked. I
really wanted to take a good wipe to the window ledges but didn’t have any
washing fluid handy. So, when the time came, the lady who unlocked the doors
and I fell into a quick conversation about me just going over the ledges really
quickly. “Really quickly” was what I had
thought. It was already eight and the first service started in thirty minutes.
I had been patiently waiting for quite some time. I had to hurry before people
started showing up. I had no desire to be seen by men. “To be seen by men” was
a no-no in my book. I just wanted to get the job done, make it look pretty, and
move on.
Well here
she comes with a broom and a hand-towel and some windex and begins to tell me
that she had to find it and get permission. “Get permission” sort of threw me
for a loop, but, whatever. I got to work and twelve minutes later was finished.
I gave her back the supplies and said: “Thanks.” Later that service the
associate pastor told me thank you for doing that. I replied with: “Oh? I didn’t
know you knew about that.” And that was all I really was aware of. Nothing
more. Not until “the last time” as I began the story or, “next week” as we are
here now in the telling. So, I show up, just like normal around two and a half
hours early before service. The associate pastor’s car isn’t here but maybe
that’s the pastor’s truck I see. Sure. No problem. He’s been here before with
no problem. So I police the lot. Find some rocks that should be back over where
the rocks go, put those all back. Find some litter, and pray. So I go to my
back door on my car and, well... My broom is missing. That’s weird. The good
news is, I still have my awesome telescoping window cleaning brush. It even has
a pivoting head. I set to work on the windows. It’s actually much better than
my broom! Wow! Who knew this thing would be so handy!
Well, there
I go, off to work on these filthy window ledges, when along comes the pastor to
unlock the doors. Clickity-click and they’re unlocked. He smiles at me and goes
back inside. So that’s nice. I’m three quarters of the way done with the whole
job and he reappears. He tells me that what I’m doing is stupid. He tells me
that if I really want to help I need to come when there is proper authority to
supervise me and that I should submit to his authority. I’m stunned. I tell him
my goal is not to be seen by men. He responds with it’s his job to ensure the
overseeing of the facility and that the building costs a lot of money and God
made him the steward of it and how people can’t just come and do stuff without
his permission or knowledge. So then I ask him if I can at least pray inside.
He says I can go into the sanctuary and pray but to leave the windows alone.
I go back to
the car and put up my weapon of destruction, (the miniature windshield broom)
and sit in the car to think this over.
Well. I came
to clean and pray and I won’t be deterred from doing the praying. No man can
command my prayer life. But I guess, this is “his building” and if he wants dirty
ledges, he can have them. The whole point of cleaning them right before service
on Sunday is to have them be the most presentable when the greatest amount of
people are there anyway. And wait. I wouldn’t tell him how to milk a cow, why
would he tell me how to clean? Oh well. I get over my immediate knee-jerk
reactions quietly, get my bible and go inside. The sanctuary is locked. He told
me I could pray inside the sanctuary and now it’s locked. Whatever. Either he
forgot or he didn’t unlock them on purpose because suddenly I am a nefarious
thief who only wants to destroy the building.
So I pray in
the foyer. And man, do I pray. I pray for him and for the building and for the
people and mostly I pray that a spirit of humility and love would overtake him.
Well when it’s all over around eight twenty and people are coming in and the
sanctuary is finally unlocked, I go in and sit down and the service eventually
gets going. The pastor is walking around and shaking people’s hands and he sees
me and comes over and says: “Bless you.” Now his demeanor is really, really different.
Is it repentance? Or is it the public façade? I reckon it is somewhat of a
little bit of both. Maybe he heard God, maybe he heard my prayers, maybe he
heard the clock and it was time to shift pastoral gears. Meh. I say: “Thanks.”
And that’s
the last time I was there. It will be the last time I ever go there as well.
And it’s not from a heart of hardness. It’s not from an unwillingness to submit
to authority. It’s the principle of the matter.
If any
possession comes between you and love, then that possession has control over
you. A man cannot serve two masters, he will love one and hate the other. This
pastor may be really good (and he is, trust me) at holding large conferences,
and at doing business deals... But he is no “good shepherd” as the Bible
commands him to be. So, see you in heaven dude, God bless you and be in peace,
but I desire to see in you more of the fruits of the Spirit, and less of a
land-baron.
You see, in
the New Testament, we have a view of the body of Christ who worships in homes
and at free venues. When the body (the biblical word is “ecclesia” which means:
“assembly”) came together, they met at the temple, in an area called Solomon’s
Porch. It was a large walkway that surrounded the Gentile Court. It was a free
venue. They met at the local synagogues, they met in the school of Tyrannus,
and they met in their homes. Hey, they even met in the streets when they couldn’t
find another spot.
Why is it
today that we build buildings and call them “The Church” when the only real “church”
is people? Why is it that we get loans from the bank to repair these buildings?
Why have these buildings at all? Wouldn’t it be wiser, better, smarter, more
Godly to not do this? Would following the example from the bible guarantee us a
better track with our faith? What is the guarantee that having a roof over our
head to call our own makes us more holy? Is there a benefit to this practice? I
say no. I say that it is a left-over relic from the cult of Catholicism that
has tricked us into thinking that having a building makes us more acceptable to
God. When the Catholics splintered away from the Orthodox, they became to
themselves, a self-righteous and pungent odor before God. In the early days of
the ecclesia, they met in houses. It wasn’t until after The Great Muddying,
thanks to Constantine, that we saw buildings starting to go up in the name of
the new (now legal) faith.
What
Constantine did, to “restore the universal ecclesia of the Christians in all
cities” both helped and hindered it. He gave land back, made ministers agents
of the state, tied together the structure of the religious form of universal
Christianity to the state of Rome, and in effect, pompously declared himself as
the ruler of the religion under “The Deity.” He never really understood the
power of Christ, and often referred to God as “The Divine Power.” Statues of
Mars suddenly were Saint Peter. Lucky coins of Mithras were now Jesus Christ.
Columbia, (or Libertas) was now “Virgin Mary.” Pantheistic study buildings
became monasteries. Constantine never really relinquished his hold of his foreign
gods of Helios (the sun) and Selene (the moon) and demanded that Christianity
be set to worship on the first day of the week on the Sun Day... Sunday. Even after
the schism of the Roman Catholic cult from the Orthodox, hundreds of years
later, the Roman Catholics still worship the Sun. They build their buildings
long and tall and ignore the teachings of the Bible.
So. What are
the consequences of our “churches?” Do they help us or hinder us in our walk
with Jesus Christ? Do they help us pray? Do they allow us to connect with God
in a more meaningful way? Are they good? Are they holy? The answer is no to all
of the above. Every dollar that you spend to build the steeple taller, or to
revarnish the pews, or to redo the youth group basketball court is one dollar
that is stolen from the true purpose of the Ecclesia. The true value and the
true purpose of the body of Christ is to minister to people. To show people the
good news of salvation, to preach the word and to proclaim the acceptable day
of God. Not to build buildings and call people stupid.
what is poep
what is poep stream of consciousness writing exercise wednesday, 24, may, 2017 a lean time forsaken lust i've forgotten how to cope today lists tomorrow hopes jungle apathy lying in wait wanton creeps deciding naught juxtaposed listen i will tell you i have everything i have nothing i am lying telling to truth tight white shirt bound collar striped tie gold death give me a desert give me a stream give me a mountain let me believe i am nothing i am naught every liar will get caught fret my love sick as blood teams of doves droves of hugs bound corrosive letting off steam goats on the left sheep to believe truth truth lies truth i looked down at the body it was bruised and bloated yellow purple spots lumpy where the hypocrisy slumped truthers and haters and little boys hate Jesus when their uncle rapes them but Christ loves them anyway do you seem to drown in a lifeboat all your own do the waves take you does the sea shake you i am not my own i am bought with a price i am the bride of the Lord Jesus Christ together listen killing you means nothing you were judged to be guilty and i do my job with patience the glistening dew butterflies steal nectar i am the spider i wait i wait i wait morning has come like the lord to the manor servants and workers shake for the work is not ready beeping and chirping the old jeep rumbled up into the forest full of bibles and medicine and i woke from the dream with shaking and sheets stained from withholding for the monthly coming came forlorn and alone on the mountaintop you left me for him you left me for good ice cream cake and candles a stained photograph i remember being sick sugar coma of cheer an empty refrigerator a bounced check the trouble at school the heart of regret jumping out jumping in lingering not wanting to tell you anything about me that would give you reason i strive the mean stream get bet a hard start string things with deep peeps heart chart my real deal what is poep said the class jelly sat in the corner dunce cap quavering hunter hunting the hunters hunt prey is praying the penitent prayer shaken broken pining trying listen chasten roofers trouble i told her no i told her again again and again pools of blood now like the only time like the first time like one time like never i write nothing i write nothing i write because i have to write there is a lot on my head my mind is full of ideas but where do they go if i quit the practice of remembering poep poep i don't know take a tiger by it's toe tiger, tiger burning slow holy holy is the Lord rub it in friend take my sin but there were only dreams that were worth remembering and the three that have just left tease the fourth with whips i am not alone i am never alone there is always with me the moon, sun, and wind and i cannot willnot shallnot become more than what i am for in the am that i am is within whatever scope of dreams that is and yet she persisted there were only two blades the one in her hand and the one in her side the lemon the lemon the lemon is a lie the old man stirs the batter pouring it out with care it is time to make the pitas his daughter will soon be there i save the document so carefully i do not want to lose the poetry and yet it is a created thing how can it ever become lost now he drained the bathtub with regret it was cold now. the soap was stale the air was crisp. needle sharp. the blood and water flowed... soon awful tasting creeping nausea hearing loss and the slow tilt the world was on end he vomited in bed again there was no one else in the room the flies circled around he could tell she was lonely by her petulant pencil tapping they came into the prairie two by two with blankets on chestnut draw horses it was time for the great choosing she looked into the tree and it stared back at her she never spoke of it again to anyone ever doing by day trying by night we have fretful plans no one is our guide the arm hair stood up the neck was chilled the pen moved my itself their camera was on agag's head rolled to his feet picking it up, he noticed the sneer the bleating of sheep still off in the distance his ring and his cloak were in her hands she was the whore he had met last week hezekiah moved his lips gad and nathan weren't there it was growing late but the sun moved anyway what will it take to get you to leave i am tired of advances i just need to sleep timmy and alura and all of the kids we made our bed she left me alone the most planning we could do would not stop me from plastering all of those fliers around downtown kim and pj were so mad at me purple sweaty bangs dripped weathered beaten hands dipped cigarette smoke and drugs slipped my heart broken, my life ripped i alone will take you i alone will make you you alone will fake me you alone will rape me for if ever i kept subject to the things that you offer reasons come destitute plying their wares asundried up jumps the sun down splashes moon the garden of the ocean the playful happy sea red and spiny thoughtless love june was the day that i kept hope alive and spring fed harpies circle above me
NAS and Damian Marley - Patience = Flat Earth?
Here is a song that makes fun of flat earthers, yet flat earthers think that it's a flat earth song.
"The Earth was flat if you went too far you would fall off
Now the Earth is round if the shape change again everybody woulda start laugh"
He is saying that it was flat until "science" came along and now we "know" the earth is a ball and if you want to say that it is flat again, people would laugh at you.
And later he mentions the planet earth.
"And what kind of spell is mankind under?
Everything on the planet we preserve and can it"
Something is amiss when those who look for truth too hard find fake truth in fake sentences that prove the opposite point they are trying to make. Are we that brainwashed into looking for flat earth evidence everywhere that we think that someone who is against you is actually for you?
We need to wake up from waking up and use our brain to comprehend the language.
Now the Earth is round if the shape change again everybody woulda start laugh"
He is saying that it was flat until "science" came along and now we "know" the earth is a ball and if you want to say that it is flat again, people would laugh at you.
And later he mentions the planet earth.
"And what kind of spell is mankind under?
Everything on the planet we preserve and can it"
Something is amiss when those who look for truth too hard find fake truth in fake sentences that prove the opposite point they are trying to make. Are we that brainwashed into looking for flat earth evidence everywhere that we think that someone who is against you is actually for you?
We need to wake up from waking up and use our brain to comprehend the language.
Yankee breakfast
Yankee breakfast - Why is it all sugar, bread, and pig? I eat soup for breakfast. Screw the T.V. who taught me otherwise.
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