Received rejection letter on "Sanatoga Fire Massacre." It seems the "Jew Yorker" magazine only considers "serious literature." Serious literature, meaning secular nihilist claptrap and humanist sodomy??? Those liberals don't understand real art is channelled directly from the Lord by way of true faith prophecy.


God's word can only reach those who will receive Him, which is why I package my true faith prophecy in the form of romance adventure stories. It is both marketing and evangelical genius, but try telling that to the Jew Yorker! Where my skill lacks is in getting this material past the gatekeepers of Zion. Have been published in dozens of Christian and home schooling magazines, yet not one story has made it past those bastards who control the New Yorker, not to mention the Atheistic (Satanic) Asimov's science fiction magazine.


Sometimes I feel like just calling it in. I don't know if "literary" journals are ready to receive God's word anyhow. I hear His voice telling me to suck it up and keep trucking, but just don't have the strength. Well, at least my first novel was/is a big hit. I had hoped to introduce some new characters. New series of adventures, in addition to Young Jesus and my own true life tomfoolery shenanigans. It doesn't look like the Sanatoga Detective stories will take off, though. I guess I'll just post it here and move on to a new concept. Maybe if I put my heart into it, the new story will reach even those who have turned their back on Christ.

That Satanic Octopus shill, James Butler, is exactly correct in his appraisal of those Zionist whores at the (UN)Free Press. This is clearly disinformation propoganda posing as press freedom.


Would you believe those foul bastards called George W. Bush a dictator? The NWO may like to see him become a dictator, but Bush is stronger than that. He won't lie down like Hitler and Lee Harvey Oswald. Bush is no patsy! He'll fight on like JFK. I only hope our dear President's safety is not in danger. His re-election in 2004 is the Mandate of Heaven.


It is also true that many miraculous photos do occur even in my own personal experience. For example, many photos from our vacation to Boulder City last year contain religious imagery. Of course, that is to be expected. Photographs of myself, Cecilia, George W. Bush, and Elvis Presley ALWAYS contain Christ-like symbolism in one form or another. If my experience with miraculous photography has taught me anything, however, it is that these things require close scrutiny. A halo slipping to the side, for example, is not symbolic of a holy nature, but rather of an unholy FALLEN ANGEL nature. More disturbing still is the photo of George W. Bush with a UFO spacecraft hovering above and to the right. There is no such thing as flying saucers, and this pathetic attempt by Zionists to discredit genuinely the genuine miraculous Christ imagery of George W. Bush is unforgivable!

I received another ominously threatening e-mail this afternoon. This is the third in as many days, and is especially troubling because the disinformation agent appears to have been listening to my real life conversations.


I got into it with Kevin today, and threatened to throw him out on his hind end just like his mother did several years ago. Well, Kevin gave me the guilt trip again about how his Gulf War Illness is preventing him from finding work and I ended up letting him borrow twenty dollars.


The important point here is that I said to Kevin, "You're driving me crazy just like your mother did!"


Now, those were harsh words. I shouted that in anger and I should not have said it. That evil woman may have tried to drive me crazy, but she in fact never did. Of course she didn't, because I'm not crazy. Therefore, she never drove me crazy. Simple logic dictates this.


Then I read that ominously threatening e-mail in which "James Butler" wrote:

I take it that you have gone through a trauma, as denoted by your comments about your ex-wife.


You need a psychiatrist, not Jesus.

How would he know I had said that about my ex-wife??? And does he know that I'm seeing a psychiatrist? He seems to imply that he does know. And what is the significance of the name James Butler? I'll tell you -- it's the real name of Wild Bill Hickok, and a favorite pseudonym of intelligence operatives. "Intelligent Operators" as I call them live in a world beyond the law, by their own rules; and therefore the old west fascinates them.


There was an old country and western bar/theatre near our home in Montana. ("Our" meaning my lovely Montana forest cottage, which I shared with the Bride of Satan from approximately 1976 to 1980. Of course, she hated the wilderness almost as much as she despised freedom, and cooked up endless fabrications about her alleged "allergies" in order to manipulate me into moving the family (Kevin, She-Devil, and myself) to that despicable land of infamy, San Francisco.) You could order a Tex-Mex or BBQ platter and eat it at your table while old westerns played on a large screen at the front of the restaurant. It was similar to the Alamo in Austin, Texas, but way ahead of its time considering this was 1977 when I first ate there.


Anyway, that place was crawling with Intelligent Operators. If you're ever curious about where to find intelligence operatives, just look for cowboys and western memorabilia. Spooks are fascinated with that kind of thing. In fact, and I don't know if I should give this away without consulting my publisher...but one of the keys to understanding the hidden symbolism in my Adventures of Young Jesus romance adventure novel is the western atmosphere. It is in some ways an allegorical tale about conspiracy to circumvent the U.S. Constitution.


This goes way back, even to Roman Times. I won't get into that, though, or else I'd be here typing all night! A more contemporary example is the "Death Cards" distributed by CIA during Project Phoenix in Vietnam. I came across a number of these cards during my service, and let me tell you the very sight of an Ace of Spades sends chills down my spine to this day. It was a night in mid-February, 1975, shortly after Kevin was born, that I woke up in a cold sweat and realized the connection between Project Phoenix and the "Dead Man's Hand" which featured prominently in many of the western-themed serials I viewed as a young boy.


Where was I? Yes, yes, yes. Wild Bill Hickok, who has been monitoring my conversations, probably from a van somewhere down the street. (I'm sure the device is not inside my home, because I sweep it electronically every few days and have spent the past six hours taking apart the furniture and painstakingly reassembling it.)


He also wrote this, which is perhaps even more disturbing, and which will no doubt keep me up night for days to come, terrified that this ominous threat to my family and youth ministry is out there watching me and obstructing American citizens' right to freedom:

PS - I hope the parents of the youths you minister don't read your blog. If they did you can be sure you would be on a register within seconds.