BUZZ KILLER

Before my salvation in 1977, I fought in the Vietnam War, First Air Cavalry infantry, bronze star for action in Cambodia, and then like many disillusioned young men in those days, I later became a hippie and even marched with the “Vietnam Veterans Against the War.” We failed, the military defense companies made off like bandits, the Left rejoiced, and millions of innocent Vietnamese and Cambodian civilians were slaughtered, the eventual result of all tyrannical takeovers. Now, in my latter years, I find myself fighting again, here at home, only this time it’s a tyrannical global coup, where our own nation’s leaders are directing the charge.

     Like many others, especially those of my generation, I used to be proud of America. But that was back when they stood for something and before they fell for everything and before being taken over by a cartel of billionaire goons bent on reducing the population of the earth by ninety percent through medical genocide. My apologies if that hit you kind of hard and this is the first time you’ve learned of this, but there was no easy way to say it. Like the beautiful daughter of the King of Taiwan, the physically fit, forty-four-year-old heir to the throne, Princess Bajrakitiyabha, who after receiving a Pfizer booster shot, soon fell into a coma and has now been on life-support for several months.

     Or like the mega-star performer, Justin Bieber, who recently suffered a partial paralysis of his face. His case is being called “Ramsay Hunt Syndrome,” as if the media had to scramble for cover and invent a new disease. I know, it’s a real thing, however rare, so rare that no one outside the field of neurological science has ever heard of Ramsay Hunt Syndrome before. But in an atmosphere where millions of Americans have already been vaccine injured and who will never be able to return to work, it’s difficult to pin this one on a rare disease. And who’s to say Ramsay Hunt Syndrome isn’t just another result of a vaccine injury?

And then there’s that delicate question you have to ask in these situations, in sort of an apologetic whisper: “Was he vaccinated?” Tiptoeing lightly as if walking on a newly filled grave and while paying tribute to the new gods of woke, one dares to respond, “We don’t know.” But what we do know is that Bieber was well-known for his support of the vaccines, requiring them for all who attended his concerts. You don’t have to follow too many dots to realize that Bieber was another victim of a medical crime against humanity.

     And now, comedian and actor Jamie Foxx, who was forced recently to take the jab by his studio bosses, has been vaccine injured, struck blind and partially paralyzed as a direct result. Though thankfully he’s recovering in the hospital, he’s had to, at least, temporarily cancel his latest movie he was shooting in Atlanta with Cameron Diaz. The doctors say they are scrambling to find out what caused his “medical emergency.” More likely, they are scrambling to find a medical scapegoat because they’re not allowed to admit the obvious.  

     Back in 1976, the swine flu vaccine shots were halted after just three reported deaths. The COVID injections have resulted in over 150,000 American casualties, more than twice the deaths from the Vietnam War. But unlike in those days, when Walter Cronkite droned out the daily death count on the CBS Evening News, today’s casualties are censored from the public by these same news agencies. One prominent doctor said that one-fourth of all his patients are for vaccine-related injuries. If one’s head wasn’t buried in the proverbial sand, one might suspect something is purposefully afoot about all this, that is, if they didn’t mind being panned as a “right-wing conspiracy theorist.”

     Until recently, I didn’t personally know anyone who was vaccine injured. I’d only heard it from trusted sources that there were millions of them. But now I know of one, a dear older lady, and she’s angry. Angry that her doctor won’t tell her what’s wrong with her, even though she’s screaming at him that she knows it’s the vaccines. And she knows of several others in the same situation. We didn’t have any ivermectin or HCQ to give her. Thanks to the fraudster and serial-killer Anthony Fauci, along with the CDC and the WHO, it’s much easier to get fentanyl-laced heroin than inexpensive drugs that have proven highly successful in combating COVID. Literally, billions of these tablets have been destroyed and factories that make them burned down for fear they’ll replace BIG Pharm’s drugs like remdesivir, which is not only very expensive, but it has horrendous side-effects and is often lethal and has no actual value in combatting COVID.

     If you are one of those who’ve been vaccinated because you were hoodwinked by the propaganda or bullied into it by your employer, don’t give in to despair. If you haven’t already turned to God, this would be your greatest asset and comfort. He’s more powerful than any poison that’s been put into you. He once protected the Apostle Paul from the poison of a deadly viper, and he can protect you too from the Evil that’s been done to you.

      On a more earthly note, it’s still possible to get the above-mentioned drugs if you know where to look, drugs that will limit the damage and that will shred the spike proteins that were injected into you from the vaccines. You can also start taking Vitamin D and C and Quercetin and zinc and soaking your feet in warm water with Epson salts for at least twenty minutes.

     It may be humiliating and fearful to suddenly realize you’ve been duped, poisoned by people you thought you could trust. For most, this is their first confrontation with real Evil, the Evil that rules this world behind the scenes. There’s the “shadow government,” and then there’s another behind them that wields the real power. So, don’t be ashamed., it could happen to anyone. You didn’t do anything wrong, you were fooled or coerced. Forgive yourself, and forgive God, if that’s an issue. I’m not asking you to forgive those who purposely knew they were injuring you, like the Fauci and Gates-types, that you will need God’s help to do.  

     Did we not see this before because their Evil just wasn’t as obvious back in my childhood 50s and 60s? After all, I was only in grade school when they killed Kennedy. Is it that the coup hadn’t come out of the closet yet? Or perhaps their skills weren’t developed enough back then, but now, with seared consciences and high-tech as their enabling allies, they have fully outed themselves, and like the ancient builders of the Tower of Babel, there is seemingly no Evil scheme beyond their reach.

     So, I am branded by the gods of “woke” as a straight, (“cis-hetero-normativity,” to use the gender fluidity advocate’s own lingo) white privileged, conservative Christian male, one who exhibits toxic masculinity, and a species tilting precariously on the brink of extinction. In our Brave New World, which is neither “brave” nor “new,” my ilk has been relegated to the scum on a public toilet. But don’t expect me to apologize for any of it, I’m just grateful that I wasn’t raised in a hellhole despotic nation like Somalia or Afghanistan, or worse, like China or North Korea. Being an American has offered me freedoms and opportunities most of the rest of the world could only dream of, which has made her the prime target of the World Economic Forum’s Agenda 2030.

     But worse, I’m also a nationalist, because I loved this country, second only to Israel for its solid biblical roots. Whatever her flaws, and there were many over these past two-and-a-half centuries, they were surpassed by her commitment to our Constitutional God-given freedoms, which made us the freest and most prosperous nation in the history of the world. Had we continued to follow God, I don’t believe we would be in this present death spiral. So, like many others of my generation, I grieve the loss of someone I admired for so long, and someone who helped to father in my safe and secure image of the world.

     But now, with our national roots being erased, it’s like waking up one day and discovering your loving parents were actually serial killers. And worse, now they’re coming after you too, with a loaded syringe. It’s that kind of grief. For the freedom-loving and God-fearing, watching America being slowly and purposely tortured to death has led to unavoidable feelings of sadness and defeatism, relieved only by the knowledge that she, who was once Israel’s chief supporter and a spreader of the Gospel to the ends of the earth, had now become the world’s leading exporter of corruption and every brand of moral depravity. Jesus must have felt like this when he wept over Jerusalem, knowing it would soon be destroyed by the Romans because of their unbelief. So, God, being a just and holy God, has no choice but to bring his judgment on America. He has allowed us to degenerate into the End Time’s Sodom and Gomorrah. Better politics is no longer a solution. This time, it’s turn to God or face the ultimate Evil without him.

     One of the most tragic consequences of our national fall from grace is the loss of this recent generation of young adults, who came of age into a world that offered little inspiration for them to even want to be one, at least, not if they didn’t have to. The coup of America has stolen their hopeful future, robbing them of their innocent confidence of a full and satisfying life. Most will never own a home, most will live paycheck to paycheck, and most, outside of God, have nothing to live for, which accounts for the highest suicide rates of young people in our history, especially from drug overdoses. Without God, all people have left is to “eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow we die.” But if this generation experienced a genuine revival, like mine did in the “Jesus People Movement,” like the one that recently broke out at Ashbury University in Kentucky, a revival built on prayer and repentance, not on a charismatic circus, and that generation turned to Christ, regardless of how things played out in the world, a final harvest of souls could be rescued in these closing hours of this Laodicean Age.    

     I am also grieved by our Third World, tin-pot, rigged elections, by the takeover of our major levels of power, by the weaponizing of our medical profession and even our FBI, by our Stalinist-style censoring and our gaslighting media, by our government-perverted educational systems, by our wokish military, and to the rapid rise and celebration of every imaginable and unimaginable sexual perversion. So, then, why am I not more thrilled at the prospect of Christ’s soon return for his faithful?  For one, that joy is tainted by the fact that most people I see around me are going to unwittingly enter into the Tribulation Period, and many of those are not going to make heaven their eternal home, and the consequences of that are unthinkable. That’s a major buzz-killer. And this grieves the heart of God as well.

     If all this sounds hopeless and depressing, that’s because it is, if it wasn’t for the promise of “Our Blessed Hope,” without which I would just like to cash in my chips at 73 years and call it over for this world. But now, I’ve got a courtside seat for one of the greatest events in all of world history: The return of Christ for His Church, known as the Rapture. Paul said, “Waiting for that blessed hope, the appearance of the glory of our great God and Savior Jesus Christ.”

     Is it going to get worse on this earth? Yes, absolutely, which makes Scriptures like Rev.3:10 all that more important. “Because you have kept my word about patient endurance, I will keep you from the hour of trial that is coming on the whole world, to try those who dwell on the earth.” This is our “Blessed Hope,” that God’s faithful, his Bride-to-be, will be kept from this coming judgment of this Christ-rejecting world. As Paul wrote to the Corinthian church, “For God has not appointed us for wrath, but to obtain salvation through our Lord Jesus Christ.” And elsewhere, Paul wrote, “In a twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet…For the Lord himself will descend from heaven with a cry of command, with the voice of an archangel, and with the sound of the trumpet of God. And the dead in Christ will rise first. Then, we who are alive, who are left, will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air, and so we will always be with the Lord.”

     This is the believer’s “Blessed Hope,” the only real hope of mankind. And this Hope is available to anyone who calls upon the name of Jesus. I cannot conceive of living in this present world without God, but with him, by faith, we can rejoice and hold tight to his love, and hopefully slay a few more giants and dragons while we anticipate that soon-coming Better Day.