The Stranger

A friend just sent me this in an email, and I think it’s quite right – it’s required reading, so read on!

The Stranger!

A few years after I was born, my Dad met a stranger who was new to our small town. From the beginning, Dad was fascinated with this enchanting newcomer and soon invited him to live with our family. The stranger was quickly accepted and was around from then on.

As I grew up, I never questioned his place in my family. In my young mind, he had a special niche. My parents were complementary instructors: Mom taught me good from evil and Dad taught me to obey. But the stranger… he was our storyteller. He would keep us spellbound for hours on end with adventures, mysteries and comedies.

If I wanted to know anything about politics, history or science, he always knew the answers about the past, understood the present and even seemed able to predict the future! He took my family to the first major league ball game. He made me laugh and he made me cry. The stranger never stopped talking, but Dad didn’t seem to mind.

Sometimes, Mom would get up quietly while the rest of us were shushing each other to listen to what he had to say and she would go to the kitchen for peace and quiet.
(I wonder now if she ever prayed for the stranger to leave.)

Dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions, but the stranger never felt obligated to honour them. Profanity, for example, was not allowed in our home – not from us, our friends or any visitors. Our long time visitor, however, got away with four-letter words that burned my ears and made my dad squirm and my mother blush.

My Dad didn’t permit the liberal use of alcohol but the stranger encouraged us to try it on a regular basis. He made cigarettes look cool, cigars manly and pipes distinguished.

He talked freely (much too freely!) about sex. His comments were sometimes blatant, sometimes suggestive and generally embarrassing.

I now know that my early concepts about relationships were influenced strongly by the stranger. Time after time, he opposed the values of my parents, yet he was seldom rebuked… And NEVER asked to leave. More than fifty years have passed since the stranger moved in with our family. He has blended right in and is not nearly as fascinating as he was at first. Still, if you could walk into my parents’ den today, you would still find him sitting over in his corner, waiting for someone to listen to him talk and watch him draw his pictures.

His name?…. We just call him ‘TV.’

(Note: This should be required reading for every household!)
(Keep scrolling…)

He has a wife now….we call her ‘Computer.’

Their first child is “Cell Phone”. Second child “I Pod”

And just born a few years ago a Grandchild: “IPad”

God Bless you


Inescapable irony – Pokemon Go vs. the coming crash

Take a quick look at this screengrab I took this morning:


Yes, it’s about Pokemon Go – and the line to read is ‘That there will be further augmented reality games seems in no doubt….’ – for any of you who haven’t twigged yet, ‘augmented reality’ is fantasy! But the really important thing to note is the juxtaposition with a ‘promoted’ story – Jim Rickards Warns: Next Financial Crash Imminent.

Oh the irony!

Whatever you think of Jim Rickards, we all know, lovely readers, that a crash is overdue.

You are also probably already aware that Pokemon Go is demonic. If you aren’t sure about that take a quick watch of this very disquieting video:

This is the effect of Pokemon Go ‘augmented reality.’

The demons in Pokemon Go have specific ‘powers’ and the idea is to catch them and then use them against other players. This is very much a demonic act.

But it’s all fun, they cry!

Pokemon Go and other games will be a distraction to those who take part, as well as an open door to the works of satan in their lives. I know they won’t want to hear that, and I’m an old fuddy-duddy, but looking back you will know – we are going to watch the destruction of this generation combined with the worst financial crash in hisroty. It’s not going to be pretty.

God Bless you