Robyn is telling me that I need to start stretching. One of my shoulders has been injured (ripped the rotator cuff swimming about a decade ago) and I have aggravated it again. At my age, the question is not am I in pain, but where the pain is. And the need to keep moving must trump any discomfort.

Because I have children and grandchildren. Because in this time, we can shine. Besides, as Mick reminded me, God knows the number of our days, and we cannot add to them. We can only use them as well as possible.

So I train. I monitor what I eat: I choose deliberately to add to the day that which builds me up. I find enough ugliness anyway: the haters are there are they will try to get a response. Who consider silence consent, and would microregulate my life, Robyn’s life, and the wider church into ruin and death.

These people produce false virtue, false food, false beauty and false truth. There can be no compromise. Hate their products. Boycott them. Shun those who promote them, and confront them when they demand fealty to their false Gods of comfort and tolerance.

Philippians 3:12-21

¹²Not that I have already obtained this or have already reached the goal; but I press on to make it my own, because Christ Jesus has made me his own. ¹³Beloved, I do not consider that I have made it my own; but this one thing I do: forgetting what lies behind and straining forward to what lies ahead, ¹⁴I press on toward the goal for the prize of the heavenly call of God in Christ Jesus. ¹⁵Let those of us then who are mature be of the same mind; and if you think differently about anything, this too God will reveal to you. ¹⁶Only let us hold fast to what we have attained.

¹⁷Brothers and sisters, join in imitating me, and observe those who live according to the example you have in us. ¹⁸For many live as enemies of the cross of Christ; I have often told you of them, and now I tell you even with tears. ¹⁹Their end is destruction; their god is the belly; and their glory is in their shame; their minds are set on earthly things. ²⁰But our citizenship is in heaven, and it is from there that we are expecting a Savior, the Lord Jesus Christ. ²¹He will transform the body of our humiliation that it may be conformed to the body of his glory, by the power that also enables him to make all things subject to himself.

Watch for the false teachers. They exist, they are smooth, culture, and their words are sweet. The bloody priest at Ash Wednesday discussing the need for euthanasia, looking for the liberal bishops who said it was OK in some circumstances, as our supposed libertarian party has a bill co-sponsored by the control freaks of the left… and those people yell and scream when the Medical Profession in both Australia and NZ say that medical killing is murder, and completely unethical.

Or those who say there are empty calorie drinks, foods, and you can be a glutton and not gain weight.

Or those who preach feminism, when their God is their lusts.

It’s really rather striking the way that so many observers are concerned about the symptoms while determinedly clinging to the disease. It’s like watching a doctor trying to make the patient feel as comfortable as possible while refusing to give him the medicine that will cure him.

Any return to marriage norms will require rejecting feminism entirely. Destroying marriage was, and is, one of the primary goals of feminism. Destroying society and Western civilization is merely a fortuitous bonus as far as feminists are concerned.

VD, Vox Popoli

They will make shit up. They will celebrate the death of anyone who did good or was of the West. For they are driven to greater periods of hate, and they call it virtue.

But know this: I won’t even link to Facebook for such scum.

Happy Killing of Captain Cook Day!

“On February 14, 1779 Captain James Cook of the british royal navy was killed by natives in Kealakekua Bay, on the Big Island of Hawaii. Cook was a true savage, who sailed across the world bringing murder, rape, disease, and colonialism to native peoples all over the Pacific.
When he was killed, Cook was trying to kidnap the Hawaiian Ali?i (tribal chief) Kalani??pu?u in response to an unknown person stealing a small boat. In the process, he had threatened to open fire on the islanders.
At this point, the Hawaiians decided they had enough of Cook’s bullshit, threatened with mass murder and the kidnapping of one of their tribal leaders, the Hawaiian islanders finally gave this piece of shit what he deserved: a beatdown on the beach, and a knife to the chest. This put an end to a lifetime of predatory behavior and conquest of lands in the service to the british empire.

So how about instead of celebrating a boring consumerist holiday like Valentine’s Day, we celebrate something awesome, like the death of Captain Cook …”

Thanks James Connolly

Green Anarchy Anarcho Primitivsm, Facebook

The simple response to this is Bullshit. A better response is to read a realistic account of such interactions, such as Owen Stanley’s The Missionaries. And to note that these Anarcho Greens are living in Asheville, North Caroline, in comfort, not in the bugs and blood.

And using Facebook.

But this is the beginning of Lent. It is a good time to simplify your life.

Ignore those who have anticolonial tendencies. Ignore those who would tell you not to discipline your body. hate the sin within you. Hate those who preach sin and degredation, calling it virtue.

Call them out. Do not consent to their actions or beliefs.

Instead, live as an athlete. Live with discipline. But live, aove all, for Christ.