Evidence

When discussing with online trolls
The meaning of evidence---
The Tablet at Mount Ebal
The Importance of Papias' attributions,
The Water and Sweat of Blood of Jesus,
They do not understand it.

They, like a horde of country bumkins
Happening upon a Rosetta Stone,
See the inscriptions upon it;---
They haven't the education to know
The first word.

When someone asks for evidence,
They already have a slew of conjectures ready
To defend their positions,
A slew of arguments,
A slew of premises standing on thoughts
Standing on a whim, standing on a hope.
They haven't the linguistic skill
To interpret the text, ever.

In fact, like the horde of country bumpkins
They come and bulldoze the most significant
Discovery in modern Archeological history.
Whether for prophet or profit,
They squelter everything to hide something
But it gets unearthed,
Yet, still, they wish to recede backward
Into their ensconced views...

In the end, they haven't the knowledge to acclimate it.
In the end, they have a thousand preconceived notions
Which will cloud them from ever seeing the evidence.
And that evidence is clear: 
The Bible is true.

Bertrand Russell

Good is independent of God.
Yet, Good requires God's judgment to be understood.
Just like God's judgment is necessary
To judge the world and all of its cruelty.
And also to reward all of those who are good.

Jesus' teachings--including hell--
Are perfect and unerring.
Without belief in Jesus, there is no knowledge of good.
There is no knowledge period, if Christ's words are not taken.
As, all things come into doubt without faith.
Even the universe, even gender, even good and evil.
All things must be sustained on a kernel of faith
That it is so.

God gave this world over to the devil
To rule as a Monarch for a time.
In the cosmological scheme,
There are still Christians alive
From the days of Christ---
Surely you know that.
They can live one hundred years
And still be alive to see Christ's return
As time, Bertrand,
Is not linear.
We all experience this life at once
As the earth and heavens shake,
And the cursed figs that would not sprout---
Because it was not in season---
Does not Christ control the seas?
Yet the tree would not obey him,
Just like the people of Israel.
Thus, they were cursed, for having
Rejected Him, even though it was not in season.

Christ calls Himself "Rabbi".
Why is this?
Because He is our teacher.
He is, in a Postmodern sense,
The lens which gives us twenty-twenty vision
And lets us see clearly in the dark;
And if color blind, he even gives us our color vision---
As science has corrected that through glasses.
He is a perfect lens.

I do believe some true part of you has survived;
And what is famous of you is a folkstem;
A liar. I believe some part of you survived
And your soul, much like mine, is travelling
In this infinite expanse of times and universes.
Somewhere, maybe perhaps we will meet;
But your arguments are all the same tired ones I've heard.
I've prepared for all of them
And this is a cursed time we live in.
Which is why suffering is greater than peace.
Throughout all time and space
The entire worlds are quaking and thundering
Under the war being fought by Michael and Lucifer.
God's holy angels have cast the demons to the Earth---
It is our job to patiently bear this with endurance,
And obtain our crown.
Even if it means abandoning everything,
Life, home, wife, child, father, mother, brother, sister,
Husband, land, fame, fortune...
Because there is evil and it must be destroyed permanently.
If not, there will never be an end to the suffering

To Black Americans

Let me first speak,
As though being rebuked by one of your Poet Laureates,
Who called me racist.

I am not racist.
I simply know the issues you face
Having learned it from black men
And also being faced with the same limitations.

I don't think racism existed for most of my life.
I rarely, if ever, heard a racial pejorative.
I never saw racism
I don't think, if you're honest,
You did either.
From about 1976 
To 2016
I think it's fair to claim
That the specter of racism was defeated.

What brought it back, was a few events
Which I will offer to you.
Simply from an academic standpoint,
I don't mean to lecture you on things
That you will feel you have more knowledge of.
Though, I submit, that if you're honest
You'll see I am spot on.

In 2009 Obama held his Beer Summit;
To which, the arresting officer was rebuked
Publically for an arrest. As wrong as it was
This started a public perception about police
That they were somehow biased and targative toward Blacks.

What followed, was in 2014 Bill Cosby
Was arrested for date rape, and this started a chain reaction
Which disenfranchised the Black Community
And their seated state in society.

Then what followed was the purported Jussie Smollett
Incident, where he wrongly accused a phantom of racism.
Which stoked flames amidst a brewing Crisis
All amid Donald Trump's reelection campaign
Where the Black Lives Matter slogan became popularized
And a marginal and fringe issue became embedded in the cultural conscience.
Stemming from the Beer Summit in 2009.

These are the facts. Whether you want them to be, or not.
I grew up in the 90s and 00s, and I never saw racism.
I had black students attend my school who were unharassed;
Even celebrated and very popular.
This was true in most rural and suburban schools.
There was great interest in black culture due to Eminem's involvement 
In Rap, people were divulging a lot of respect for the Black Community
And prejudice was nearly extinguished.
Then, the seed of doubt was planted in Americans
And Obama didn't mean this---I'm sure---
But the Media drives the perception of Americans
And creates mass hysterias over nothing.
Just like how our groceries were supposed to have
Gone up extremely high, when they simply didn't.
Just like Covid was a mass hysteria,
When it was simply a moderately severe flu.

Embedded in this, will be called "Racism".
It is not racism. It's simply the truth.
A truth you need to know, so we can have peace again.

There is racism now. Lots of it. 
People who previously weren't racist
Now are the most flagrant.
It is a media hysteria,
It is a perception being falsely created.
Just look at the statistics for Black men being shot by the police.
You'll see your answer, as I know many black conservatives have.

I speak this from love...
I want you to flourish.

My Favorite Poet

My favorite poet is William Shakespeare. You might say, “That’s cliche.” Okay, my favorite novelist is Leo Tolstoy. So, I’m full of them. My favorite book is the Bible. You got a problem with that? Lol.

No, but Shakespeare’s Sonnets are the best Epic Poem in the English Language. It’s Shakespeare’s greatest tragedy. It’s Romeo and Juliet, Macbeth, Hamlet, The Merchant of Venice, all wrapped up in a masterpiece. It’s just so beautiful… and you get to know Shakespeare, and his family dynamics.

Like, I just realized it was an epic poem one day—when reading through it. All the verses were linked, and they began to tell a story of Shakespeare, the Strafford Man, telling the story in the bargaining phase of grief.

First, William tells Hamnet to court a woman, and due to Hamnet’s half black skin tone—Anne Hathaway is black—he courts a woman, seduces her, and then he brags about her in public, and this angers her family. Finally, he receives a wound and is bedridden, while Shakespeare is lamenting his Hamnet’s love. That’s why Hamnet is love… but Hamnet was wounded, and he’s dying. And being Shakespeare’s technical slave—Hathaway was black, and therefore a concubine—he doesn’t care. He respects Hamnet as an equal, and Shakespeare is lamenting his fatherly advice to his son, to go out and find love. As, a mixed race child would be unwanted at that time period, and it added salt on the wound that Hamnet was bragging about seducing her. Finally, Hamnet dies, and Shakespeare visits the grave after it’s been tomb raided, and he sees the half decayed corpse of Hamnet. This is when his Muse had died. And he ends the play by whimsically parodying his strained relationship with Anne, and how he had no attraction to her whatsoever, but he still loved her.

Honestly, the Sonnets are the most brilliant part of Shakespeare. It’s his greatest masterpiece. His greatest tragedy, but also Comedy, as it ends with he and Anne.

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Pyramids

The reason there are pyramids
On different continents,
Is the same reason there are sleds
And feathered arrows
On different continents.
It is not a conspiracy
Of an ancient, Aryan civilization
Which academia is hiding.
It is because what's possible
Will always produce similar structures
Of Logos.