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There is a scourge sweeping America. A darkness has settled upon the land. In these evil times an honest Christian hardly dares set foot outside his home.
Yesterday my dear daughter, Bethany-Faith, took me out to lunch in the city. We went to little restaurant specializing in dishes from Laos or Thailand or Monaco or another of those tiny Oriental countries. The shifty-eyed waitress suggested we have the "chicken panagnag-fthang". I thought, Well, it has chicken in it -- how bad can it be? And I felt both hungry and adventurous, so I ordered it "spicy".
It turned out to be not so much a plate of food as an instrument of chemical warfare.
Bethany noticed my look of distress and asked if anything was wrong. "Muh fafth ifth burnging ofth, call the bomb thquad," I replied, and poured another pitcher of icewater down my throat. It did not help. I could see the busboys laughing as I pounded the table in agony and hot sweat soaked my shirt.
I did not risk a second bite of the "chicken panagnag-fthang."
Multiculturalism! It is a plague upon our nation.
Now, no one likes a nice stroganoff more than myself. And I admit that french-cut green beans are not half bad. Even a taco is all right as long as it is filled with honest hamburger and topped with real American processed cheese-substance. But there is a limit, brethren and sistern! There is a limit. And America's Cadillac passed that limit a decade ago, with the Liberals' collective foot on the gas pedal and Satan riding shotgun.
Nowadays we must honor "diversity" and pretend that a greasy paki wearing a turban and flip-flops is as good as a real American. It is forbidden to make the chinks keep to themselves down in the section of town that floods every time the river gets high. And we are expected not to lynch a darkie with dreadlocks and a red-and-purple hemp-fiber shirt who believes that God is named Jah, and that everyone is his "bruvver-mon" and should give him five dollars.
People, America is a WHITE CHRISTIAN nation! Benjamin Franklin was not a jap. George Washington was neither a spick nor a spade. Joseph McCarthy was not a dago. But now foreigners of all sorts are becoming hyphenated American "citizens". Well, I for one am sick of having to put up with other people! I read recently that primitive cultists called "xenophobes" are appearing in many rural neighborhoods. God knows what strange beliefs this new batch of idiots have -- I didn't even know there is a country named Xenoph.
We are not meant to be all mixed together like this.
When the Son of man shall come in his glory, and all the holy angels with him, then shall he sit upon the throne of his glory: And before him shall be gathered all nations: and he shall separate them one from another, as a shepherd divideth his sheep from the goats: And he shall set the sheep on his right hand, but the goats on the left. Matthew 25:31-33
And it is not just foreigners. No. Let me continue with my story.
After leaving the Thailandese torture-house, Bethany and I took ourselves straight to a good American tavern. I reasoned that because alcohol is an universal solvent, a few beers might wash my mouth clean of the remaining napalm. As we took our seat I could not help but notice a woman nearly my own age sitting alone at the bar. She looked a lot like a 1956 Chevy two-door I once owned -- a sloppy paint job on a fundamentally sound body. I saluted her gallantly with my beer and took a long, blessedly cooling draught.
And then she came over to the table and said hello, and -- oh my brethren and sistern! -- "she" had a five-o'clock shadow that would have put Jimmy Stewart to shame and a voice that could comfortably sing baritone with the Neville Brothers.
I did not wait for hands to be put on thighs or onto other more suggestive locales. I grabbed my jacket and my daughter and fled ignominiously to the street.
For all that do these things are an abomination unto the LORD: and because of these abominations the LORD thy God doth drive them out from before thee. Deuteronomy 18:12
There was a day in this country when transvestites and homersexurals and goat-molesters and "multi-gendered" people were all just plain perverts. There was a day when perverts knew their place...and if they didn't then a half-dozen Christian men with baseball bats could show it to them. Apparently that day is gone. Now anyone can be an American, and we just have to respect any old trash that blows in off the street.
This diversity is nothing but PERVERSITY. I am SICK of having to put up with other people!
In the name of Christ the Lord,
~~ OEJ
Yesterday my dear daughter, Bethany-Faith, took me out to lunch in the city. We went to little restaurant specializing in dishes from Laos or Thailand or Monaco or another of those tiny Oriental countries. The shifty-eyed waitress suggested we have the "chicken panagnag-fthang". I thought, Well, it has chicken in it -- how bad can it be? And I felt both hungry and adventurous, so I ordered it "spicy".
It turned out to be not so much a plate of food as an instrument of chemical warfare.
Bethany noticed my look of distress and asked if anything was wrong. "Muh fafth ifth burnging ofth, call the bomb thquad," I replied, and poured another pitcher of icewater down my throat. It did not help. I could see the busboys laughing as I pounded the table in agony and hot sweat soaked my shirt.
I did not risk a second bite of the "chicken panagnag-fthang."
Multiculturalism! It is a plague upon our nation.
Now, no one likes a nice stroganoff more than myself. And I admit that french-cut green beans are not half bad. Even a taco is all right as long as it is filled with honest hamburger and topped with real American processed cheese-substance. But there is a limit, brethren and sistern! There is a limit. And America's Cadillac passed that limit a decade ago, with the Liberals' collective foot on the gas pedal and Satan riding shotgun.
Nowadays we must honor "diversity" and pretend that a greasy paki wearing a turban and flip-flops is as good as a real American. It is forbidden to make the chinks keep to themselves down in the section of town that floods every time the river gets high. And we are expected not to lynch a darkie with dreadlocks and a red-and-purple hemp-fiber shirt who believes that God is named Jah, and that everyone is his "bruvver-mon" and should give him five dollars.
People, America is a WHITE CHRISTIAN nation! Benjamin Franklin was not a jap. George Washington was neither a spick nor a spade. Joseph McCarthy was not a dago. But now foreigners of all sorts are becoming hyphenated American "citizens". Well, I for one am sick of having to put up with other people! I read recently that primitive cultists called "xenophobes" are appearing in many rural neighborhoods. God knows what strange beliefs this new batch of idiots have -- I didn't even know there is a country named Xenoph.
We are not meant to be all mixed together like this.
When the Son of man shall come in his glory, and all the holy angels with him, then shall he sit upon the throne of his glory: And before him shall be gathered all nations: and he shall separate them one from another, as a shepherd divideth his sheep from the goats: And he shall set the sheep on his right hand, but the goats on the left. Matthew 25:31-33
And it is not just foreigners. No. Let me continue with my story.
After leaving the Thailandese torture-house, Bethany and I took ourselves straight to a good American tavern. I reasoned that because alcohol is an universal solvent, a few beers might wash my mouth clean of the remaining napalm. As we took our seat I could not help but notice a woman nearly my own age sitting alone at the bar. She looked a lot like a 1956 Chevy two-door I once owned -- a sloppy paint job on a fundamentally sound body. I saluted her gallantly with my beer and took a long, blessedly cooling draught.
And then she came over to the table and said hello, and -- oh my brethren and sistern! -- "she" had a five-o'clock shadow that would have put Jimmy Stewart to shame and a voice that could comfortably sing baritone with the Neville Brothers.
I did not wait for hands to be put on thighs or onto other more suggestive locales. I grabbed my jacket and my daughter and fled ignominiously to the street.
For all that do these things are an abomination unto the LORD: and because of these abominations the LORD thy God doth drive them out from before thee. Deuteronomy 18:12
There was a day in this country when transvestites and homersexurals and goat-molesters and "multi-gendered" people were all just plain perverts. There was a day when perverts knew their place...and if they didn't then a half-dozen Christian men with baseball bats could show it to them. Apparently that day is gone. Now anyone can be an American, and we just have to respect any old trash that blows in off the street.
This diversity is nothing but PERVERSITY. I am SICK of having to put up with other people!
In the name of Christ the Lord,
~~ OEJ