Hello, sorry for the extended absence. My wife and I traveled quite a bit, to a barbaric state where it was hard for me to get online. The homeland of my barbarian ancestors, and my own unholy birthspot. New Jersey.
I don’t want to discuss New Jersey right now. I’m sure many of you people have passed through it on your way to the equally Hellish Democrat states of Pennsylvania, Delaware, and New York; those who haven’t can find out all they ever want to know about the place by thoroughly studying the contents of their toilet bowls. Suffice it to say that most of my family does not agree with our political and religious views. Words were exchanged, thoughts were voiced in anger, prayers were (temporarily) unanswered. I can only hope that the Lord shows my brother Jason the way off of the path to damnation he now treads in the company of Obama Bin Laden and the Democrat Party.
I found myself missing you folks. I love my family, but you are my online family. I love you all, even the wilfully Hellbound among you (like Spacebrother and Tyler Durden, for starters). I know that I’m frequently critical of many of you, especially when I’m exasperated by your pig-headed unwillingness to see the facts of things, but please bear in mind that I always love you all. I love everyone as my brother, as Jesus commanded me to do. (Not my brother Jason, either. The good brother, Scott. I love you all like I love Scott.)
Some of you may find it hard to reconcile this love with some of the things I say. To my way of thinking, most of those I love will find themselves in Hell when they die. This saddens me, and often makes me lash out at them in anger. It breaks my heart that while I, and those of the Blessed like Senator Brownback, are enjoying our eternal repose in bliss at the pedestal of God, the treefrogs and atheists will choke back tears of pain and anguish in a Hell created of their own iniquitous sedition.
Such is the will of God, however, and everything happens for a reason. For some people, it would be better if they had never been born. I, for example, would choose oblivion over life as an Iranian Muslim followed by damnation for the sin of living an unexamined, unrepented life as a Persian heretic who exulted in the deaths of American Christians. To my way of thinking, tough love is called for. Tough love says that we need to cut our losses. Better that 80 million Iranians burn in Hell after a war than that they reproduce, and cause 300 million Iranians to burn in Hell 100 years from now. 220 million of those Iranians needn’t even be conceived. They could be spared the fires of Hell, had liberals proven willing to use nuclear weapons now for the sake of the souls of the children of those we must kill.
That’s called tough love, and if it doesn’t appeal to you you probably have issues with Christianity. God knows best, and directs the hands of His servants accordingly. When God provides the signal, President Brownback shall cleanse the world of as much sin as humanly possible. A sinner who dies will not pass his sin on to his children. If one of my brothers must suffer that 5 of my other brothers not suffer, I consider the decision already made.
I would caution all of you to think about your lives, and ask yourselves how a life without God can even be worth living. If the few decades allotted to you are so hollow, empty, and pointless, imagine how the eternity of torment awaiting you in Hell will feel. Please, in the name of the love I feel for you all, I urge you to repent now. Embrace Christianity and the Republican Party while life still courses through your veins and God still smiles on you with grace. There is always time to repent, until life leaves your bones. As a former Democrat, I know. Trust me.
I love you all. May God bless you, and I hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving dinner. Thank you.