Blood in the Streets Event
By Donna Voetee
Nov. 24, 2009
A friend was lamenting over the passive sheep and what kind of "blood in the streets event" it would take to wake us all up. Here's my response.
In my opinion, there is only one event that would cause people to take to the streets, and I will tell that after stating three observations as to why the plethora of excellent reasons to revolt (illegal foreign wars, illegal foreign aid, sham elections, raiding of national treasury, debauching of money supply, collusion between industrial-medical complex and government, betrayal of national security by failure to guard our borders, false-flag terrorist attacks on our own soil by domestic enemies, draconian tax laws, treason against the People by leaders signing unlawful treaties with foreign nations, use of DU against innocent populations, obstruction of justice by whore judges and imprisonment of innocent people, deliberate poisoning of food supply, theft of jobs, shedding of innocent blood in the name of women's rights, indoctrination of American children in the name of education, malicious manipulation of weather, spraying of chemicals in our skies, malicious forethought of depopulation agenda...ad nauseum...) has been ignored.
First came the spiritual attack. The churches took a gag order called 501(c)3 that has allowed ambitious, scheming politicians to entrench themselves in office with tacit consent from the Black Regiment (reference to pastors as they were called in 1776, not a racial remark). Then the Creator Himself was feminized into a weak, namby-pamby Love Goddess, and His command to execute justice and righteousness in the land was surgically excised by the knife of antinomianism. This paved the way for purpose-driven snakes like Rick Warren to bring in Hegelian dialectic tactics and diaprax (www.authorityresearch.com) to confuse whatever little bit of brain the sheople had left.
What? “Just say no” to the Moloch State that demands total subservience with your tax/tithe, mandatory vaccinations, selective service registration and likely future conscription, compulsory statist education, etc and see what happens. Your FEMA-trained wolf pastor will use the club of Romans 13 to keep you from thinking such blasphemous thoughts!
Second came the enticements (“means of inciting to evil”). Without a spiritual standard, i.e., absolute law, there is no moral compass, "This is right, That is wrong," and therefore no accountability. If it feels good, do it. The marxist minstrels we have listened to and the immoral movies we have watched have taught us that old-fashioned morality and self-control do not ‘take our breath away’ in quite the same way as watching Tom Cruise fornicate with Kelly McGillis on the big screen. Try to name five flicks in the last couple decades that portray sex AFTER marriage as being honorable. OK, then how about three? Two? One? About ten years ago, I tallied the birth notices in our local newspaper. Fully 75% of babies had the mother’s name only; no father listed. The rest of the nation always suspected an abundance of bastards in California, but now they know.
For those of us in the Middle Class who may have sidestepped the sex, drugs, rocknroll trapdoors into the moral abyss, the siren call of Materialism was irresistible. We got a free ticket, i.e., VISA, to buy now pay later, and cram our 30-year mortgaged houses with baubles and trinkets and big screen TV's and and and. Father hired the Day Care Center to rock Baby's cradle while Mother sought Corporate enslavement, and now 70 years after Rosie the Riveter cashed her first paycheck, the only hope for the Family Circle to be unbroken, as June and Johnny sang prophetically, is in the sweet "By and by, lord, by and by...There’s a better home a-waiting...In the sky, lord, in the sky...I went back home, my home was lonesome...Missed my mother, she was gone...All of my brothers, sisters crying...What a home so sad and lone"
And maybe you’re too poor to worship the God of Stuff, but don’t think the hounds of hedonism didn’t bite you in the butt. GoVERMINt has made stealing from your neighbor a shameless, anonymous act by calling it Welfare. Need a bigger handout? Have another bastard and by all means vote—though you have no property and nothing to lose—for the most obsequious, socialist candidates who promise the biggest handouts!
You Rich and Filthy Rich and Double-Dang Rich are probably the worst of all because you can hide behind your strawman corporations and with anonymity and impunity you can plunder and pillage our tax coffers, send our jobs to others, and buy and sell politicians like they were just so much more inventory.
What? Demand character and integrity in our leaders? Not when we don’t even know what those words mean in our own lives, and definitely not when their Constitutional trespasses are profitable to our own wallet.
Third came the physical poisons. Three extraordinary poisons have destroyed the minds and bodies of Americans, making us ripe for totalitarian pickin’s. They are found in our food and water. Some would argue that vaccines are the worst poisons. Not to minimize their effect as the filthy, debilitating, and evil they are, but they are selective choices. Granted, they are canonized as sacraments for the naïve and made to appear as mandatory for the more discerning, but they are not as restrictive as food and water, which must be consumed every day by all. Others would argue that genetically engineered food and refined oils have had a large part in our undoing; and I totally agree.
The first is fluoride.
What nation has ever had its water medicated with industrial waste—purposely—in order to create apathy and docility in the people? Our men have boobs and appear to be pregnant; compare their physique to the men of the Middle East whose water is not contaminated with fluoride and who are formidable warriors (set aside your political views and make a simple observation). Judging by the popularity of ED drug ads, most American men cannot even sustain an erection, let alone have the testosterone to wage war against the NWO. Qualified, dissenting voices have warned us of the dangers—Fluoride is a corrosive poison that will produce serious effects on a long range basis. Any attempt to use water this way is deplorable… the greatest fraud that has ever been perpetrated… extremely deleterious to the human body… protoplasmic poisons… evidence of bone fractures, arthritis, mutagenicity…more toxic than lead…unapproved drug. (www.nofluoride.com) Maybe one reason your dentist wears a mask is to hide his face in shame at his failure to disclose this to you, his trusting patient. Once I tangled horns with a chemistry professor who admitted that maybe even small amounts of Fluoride were not good in our particular area of the High Desert because people drank lots of water. I responded that once we start talking amounts of fluoride, the battle is lost. The real issue is the legality of a government medicating people via the water in the first place.
The second poison is aspartame.
Ronald Dumsfeld…er, I mean, Donald Rumsfeld is a murderer with the blood of millions on his hands because he maliciously got this neurotoxic poison approved over the objections of FDA scientists—yes, there were some good guys there who tried to do the right thing. I do not believe for one nanosecond the official party line that James Schlatter accidentally discovered it while working on a drug for ulcers. It was purposely, willfully, knowingly, created to destroy and kill. Every component of the molecule—the genetically engineered phenylalanine that lowers the seizure threshold and creates depression, the aspartic acid that makes holes in the brain, and the methanol that is thousands of times more addictive than beverage alcohol that breaks down into many toxic metabolites, including formic acid (ant sting poison) and formaldehyde—is totally destructive of human health. Found in thousands of foods, it causes hundreds of diseases in millions of victims and makes billions of dollars for its pushers. It was approved politically rather than scientifically, and its status as a food additive rather than the drug it really is, requires no safety monitoring.
The third is MSG.
Obesity is the hallmark of this ubiquitous excitotoxin. Injected into rat pups to create fat animals for drug testing, our babies are also assaulted and poisoned with it via vaccines. Are our little ones mere lab rats to be experimented upon? Look at American children and their increasing girth and rising behavioral problems and know the truth. And while thimerosal is getting the spotlight, there is 0.188 mg of MSG in the current swine flu shot that practically no one is concerned about. If you eat processed food, you are guaranteed to get some. FDA law accommodates the manufacturer and allows for measuring of glutamates in food before processing; those in the know understand that the glutamates are formed during processing. I personally know the agony of having my brain on fire from this drug and then the insult of being told to see a psychiatrist because there was “nothing wrong” with me. After my dilemma that began with a delicious Chinese dinner in 1986, I can have empathy with those infants whose “high-pitched screaming” is one of those annoying side effects doctors tell parents they may observe in their vaccinated babies. My horrifying experience was from an ingested form of MSG; I cannot fathom the pain and suffering that newborn babes, with their delicate, immature blood brain barriers, are subjected to with an injected form. You don’t even have to read John Erb’s entire 24-page report to the WHO in 2006, The Slow Poisoning of Mankind: A Report on the Toxic Effects of the Food Additive Monosodium Glutamate. Peek at the Table of Contents: MSG Used to Trigger Epileptic Seizures; MSG Used to Trigger CNS and Brain Damage; MSG Used to Damage Eye Cells in Vivo and in Vitro; MSG Triggers Diabetes in Test Subjects; MSG Crosses the Placenta Endangering the Fetus; MSG’s Ocular Toxicity; MSG Causes Genotoxicity; MSG Connected with Adult Onset Cerebellar Degeneration; MSG Connected with ALS; MSG and the Alteration of the Brain: A Model for ADHD/Autism. (Note: John Erb was Pharma-napped on Feb. 19, 2009 and has not been heard from since. Pray for him.)
What? Carry on a revolt while we are drunk from our dinner? Even though the spirit would be willing, the mind and body would not allow it.
Now, what is that “blood in the street” event that will finally wake us up to our true condition?
Hunger.
America is in slavery. It’s a fact. Slaves, by definition, are dependent on others for their food, clothing, shelter. They do not think for themselves. They do what they are told.
Do we grow our own food? No, look at the little stickers on your apples and see that they came from orchards in countries that your public-school educated children probably could not find on a map. Do we clothe ourselves? No, Chinese seamstresses cover our nakedness. Do we own our houses? No, banksters let us live in them, but they are owned by the king who will take them away if we don’t pay his property taxes. Do we think for ourselves? Look at the lines for the flu shots; look in shoppers’ grocery baskets; ask someone who supports the current regime what ‘hope and change’ really mean. Do we do what we are told? With a bow and a curtsey as fast as we can. Mas’sah must be obeyed by all the good little boys and girls, or they will find themselves on the lengthening list of those who have been fired, suicided, ripped from their cars in broad daylight or Pharma-napped and chemically lobotomized.
It takes a moral, self-sacrificing, and sober people to rise up against those who have enslaved them. And blessed be! There is a remnant who has felt the deep, gnawing pangs of cravings for truth, justice, righteousness. We’ve seen a few million of them in the streets on Sept. 12, we know their websites and read their blogs. Because they are wise, they know that offing the heads of those who admittedly deserve it will serve no long-lasting purpose. They hunger deeply, not as in the flesh, but in their spirits, for abundant life, for themselves and for their children’s children. So they plant gardens with heirloom seeds, or buy food without PLU stickers at local farmer’s markets; they deny themselves and stay out of debt; they organize covenant communities and systems of barter; they are very spiritual, but often do not go to an institutional church, and when they do, it is not to one owned by the State; they arm themselves because they understand that self-protection is the first inalienable right; they learn skills with which to support themselves and serve others; they obey the spirit, but not necessarily the letter, of the law; they do not turn over their children’s minds and hearts and bodies to a hireling to be trained into good little global citizens; most of all, they realize that they were mercifully delivered from their slave condition by grace, and they trust that He who set them free is the only One qualified as the Avenger of Blood, and that He will require that blood in His own perfect time.
Then there are the others, slaves who do not understand that Mas’sah is evil beyond comprehension, that he has no heart or soul or compassion on their misery and hunger. When he decides that the plantation is overrun or getting restless and it’s time to eliminate some ‘useless eaters,’ he will starve them as he has done many times before, and they will take to the streets in anger, fear, and yes—bloodshed. Because Mas’sah takes great pains to be ever-present but invisible, they will attack each other. Mas’sah will be delighted with this turn of events because this will herald his theophany as the Jack Boot that he really is, and he will appear before them in full swatgear regalia. Never one to be caught with his black BDU’s down without a plan for Synthesis, he will disarm them and round them up—for their own good, of course—and take them to his camps where he will execute his own will, whatever that may be.
Will some of us who have hungered for righteousness be caught in his net? Most likely. But here’s where the plot thickens. We have superior knowledge and know that a la Paul Harvey, the rest of the story is yet to be revealed by an Author who always has the perfect, holy ending.
Maybe this is not something you want to read when your plate is full of turkey and cranberries, but it should make us all the more thankful for what we have now and even more diligent to keep it that way.
Monday, December 28, 2009
Monday, May 25, 2009
A Memorial Day for Living Heroes
Memorial Day is dedicated to the heroes of the American military who gave their lives in defense of our nation. But not all heroes die in wars.
The heroes I want to tell you about are the men and women who get a simple blood test to be a bone marrow donor. In Elyria, Ohio there lives such a man who made that decision and whose name was registered with the National Marrow Donor Program. One day in the spring of 2000, he got a call. He was a perfect match for a young man—he didn’t know where or who, because of confidentiality policies—who needed a bone marrow transplant to be healed of aplastic anemia, a life-threatening blood disease. For two years, this 19-year-old had been dependent on blood and platelet transfusions several times a week, plus lots of antibiotics and even more prayers, for survival. He had endured two rounds of immunosuppressive therapy and several modalities of alternative treatment, but nothing had worked. Now a transplant was his only hope for a future.
Heaven was smiling on my son, because a 36-year-old former-Marine was not only willing to put his life on the line for our entire nation, but also ready to do what was necessary to save the life of just one person, a stranger whom he had never met. On May 31, 2000, two nurses with three big bags of creamy red marrow walked into Jared’s room at City of Hope in southern California, and my son got a reprieve from his death sentence. His body soon began producing its own blood. Five months later he was back in the saddle of his beloved Kawasaki 250 dirt bike, doing things that only those with Y chromosomes understand. Though still under a doctor’s watchful eye for another two years, Jared has his life back. He’s going to make it, thanks to our hero who is one of Ohio’s own, Doug Doss.
Heroes are often acknowledged with ribbons and medals in remembrance of their brave deeds. Where could his father and I find one big enough to say “Thank You” for the gift of life to our son? A grateful heart full of thanks is the only medal we have to offer, and not just once, but every day that we are blessed to be with him. Thanks, Doug. Love you and still thanking God for your courage and generosity.
Donna Voetee, Jared's Mom
P.S. Jared is 28 years old now [update, this is 2021 and he is 40 years old], healthy and vibrant. He only takes natural supplements, he works out regularly, and he definitely avoids vaccines, Goof-Off and other benzene products.
The heroes I want to tell you about are the men and women who get a simple blood test to be a bone marrow donor. In Elyria, Ohio there lives such a man who made that decision and whose name was registered with the National Marrow Donor Program. One day in the spring of 2000, he got a call. He was a perfect match for a young man—he didn’t know where or who, because of confidentiality policies—who needed a bone marrow transplant to be healed of aplastic anemia, a life-threatening blood disease. For two years, this 19-year-old had been dependent on blood and platelet transfusions several times a week, plus lots of antibiotics and even more prayers, for survival. He had endured two rounds of immunosuppressive therapy and several modalities of alternative treatment, but nothing had worked. Now a transplant was his only hope for a future.
Heaven was smiling on my son, because a 36-year-old former-Marine was not only willing to put his life on the line for our entire nation, but also ready to do what was necessary to save the life of just one person, a stranger whom he had never met. On May 31, 2000, two nurses with three big bags of creamy red marrow walked into Jared’s room at City of Hope in southern California, and my son got a reprieve from his death sentence. His body soon began producing its own blood. Five months later he was back in the saddle of his beloved Kawasaki 250 dirt bike, doing things that only those with Y chromosomes understand. Though still under a doctor’s watchful eye for another two years, Jared has his life back. He’s going to make it, thanks to our hero who is one of Ohio’s own, Doug Doss.
Heroes are often acknowledged with ribbons and medals in remembrance of their brave deeds. Where could his father and I find one big enough to say “Thank You” for the gift of life to our son? A grateful heart full of thanks is the only medal we have to offer, and not just once, but every day that we are blessed to be with him. Thanks, Doug. Love you and still thanking God for your courage and generosity.
Donna Voetee, Jared's Mom
P.S. Jared is 28 years old now [update, this is 2021 and he is 40 years old], healthy and vibrant. He only takes natural supplements, he works out regularly, and he definitely avoids vaccines, Goof-Off and other benzene products.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
The Amalekites: Cruel Cowards Then and Now
The Amalekites: Cruel Cowards Then and Now
The Amalekites were descended from Amalek, who was a grandson of Esau (Gen. 36:12); they were also known as Edomites. Esau and his descendants were enemies of God. We are told that God Himself hated Esau (Romans 9:13), and when we look a little closer at these people we can see why. Two characteristics prevailed in them: cowardice and cruelty.
The Ancient Amalekites
The Amalekites were fierce warriors, but they never fought a fair fight. They were bullies who chose to attack, and mercilessly kill, the weak and defenseless. As the Israelite warriors would do battle, they kept the women and children and old and feeble in the rear to protect them. But the Amalekites, being the cowards they were, would avoid the warrior men and sneak up in the rear and attack the defenseless, as we read in Deuteronomy 25:17-19: “Remember what Amalek did to you along the way when you came out from Egypt, how he met you along the way and attacked among you all the stragglers at your rear when you were faint and weary [the King James Version says more eloquently, ‘smote the hindmost of thee, even all that were feeble behind thee’], and he did not fear God.” The leaders of Israel soon learned to keep the women and little ones in the middle, surrounded by warriors, rather than at the back where they were vulnerable.
Some years later, King Saul was sent on a mission from the Avenger of Blood to obliterate the Amalekites and avenge the deaths of these innocents. We have read how Saul disobeyed and let the Amalekite king, Agag, live and how the priest Samuel slew him to spare God’s judgment on the people. Before Samuel let the blows fly, he reminded Agag that he had been a murderer of innocent children. Guilty! Whack! No long, drawn-out appeals in God’s Court!!
When David was encamped at Ziklag, the Amalekites attacked the women and children when the men were away, kidnapping them and taking them to a secret hideaway (1 Samuel 30:1-3). But Providentially, the Amalekites’ own lack of mercy was their undoing in this instance. They had left a sick Egyptian slave in the desert to die, and David’s men saved him, reviving him with good nourishment. It was this thankful, rescued man who led David to the Amalekite’s secret camp to save the women and children of Ziklag. (Interestingly, the slave’s price for showing David the camp was that he not be killed or sent back to his master.)
It was an Amalekite who strode proudly into David’s camp, bragging that he had put Saul to death. David repeated Samuel’s method and promptly shut him up (2 Samuel 1:1-16). Haman, who tried to have Esther and her people put to death, was an Amalekite of King Agag’s family.
Modern Amalekites
We are told that God Himself would have war with Amalek from generation to generation (Exodus 17:16). The modern Amalekites no longer have a national identity and geographical borders, but they may be found in all races and countries. And they are still true to character—cowardly and cruel. And they still stalk the weak and feeble, the innocents who cannot protect themselves:
• Who else could tell a woman that her baby is just a blob of cells and then cold-bloodedly shoot scalding saline into the sanctity of his first home, the womb? Or insert scissors into the skull of an almost born child, in the name of “medicine”?
• Who else could take a nation’s seeds and “engineer” them, to be sold at whatever price they demand, holding the sword of famine over our children’s heads?
• Who else would put industrial waste into our water—chemicals known to cause cancer and bone fracture—and tell parents that it’s good for our kids’ teeth?
• Who else could sneak drugs into our food in the name of artificial sweeteners, flavors, colors, and preservatives and target our children to buy their sorceries, knowing that their minds will be tormented and their bodies debilitated?
• Who else could inject cocktails of unspeakable filth and toxicity into our little ones in the name of ‘vaccination,’ manipulating parents (propaganda for the less discerning ones, mandatory laws for the thinking) into allowing their own children to be fodder for a financial empire? Do we not see the mark of Amalek—the very young and the very old as the most injured by vaccines and flu shots? There is even a Stealth Virus that was given with the polio vaccine between 1955 and 1962. Women are primarily its victims, now suffering from fibromyalgia, chronic fatigue, and a host of other auto-immune diseases.
Just like the demons that Jesus sent into the pigs, the spirit of Amalek indwells the human swine of the land today. The Amalekites, both ancient and modern, were evil and cowardly because they “did not fear God.” But it will not always be so. In Revelation 19:13 we read these words that tell us of a time when the accounts will be settled:
“And I saw heaven opened; and behold, a white horse, and He who sat upon it is called Faithful and True; and in righteousness He judges and wages war. And His eyes are a flame of fire, and upon His head are many diadems; and He has a name written upon Him which no one knows except Himself. And He is clothed with a robe dipped in blood; and His name is called the Word of God.”This is a fulfillment of the prophetic conversation that Isaiah recorded in the sixty-third chapter of his namesake book. Bozrah, in modern day Iraq, was the capital of Edom and symbolic of the stronghold of the Amalekites. (And after Bozrah, I.G. Farben and Monsanto could use a visit.)
“Who is this who comes from Edom, with garments of glowing colors from Bozrah, this One who is majestic in His apparel, marching in the greatness of His strength?”
“It is I who speak in righteousness, mighty to save.”
“Why is your apparel red, and Your garments like the one who treads in the wine press?”
“I have trodden the wine trough alone, and from the peoples there was no man with Me. I also trod them in My anger, and trampled them in My wrath; and their lifeblood is sprinkled on My garments, and I stained all My raiment. For the day of vengeance was in My heart, and My year of redemption has come.”
But until “the day of vengeance” and the “year of redemption,” Amalek is still the enemy and we must not be ignorant of his devices if we are to live in prosperity and health.
“They band themselves together against the life of the righteous, and condemn the innocent to death. But the LORD has been my stronghold, and my God the rock of my refuge. And He has brought back their wickedness upon them, and will destroy them in their evil; The LORD our God will destroy them.” –Psalm 94:21-23
The Amalekites were descended from Amalek, who was a grandson of Esau (Gen. 36:12); they were also known as Edomites. Esau and his descendants were enemies of God. We are told that God Himself hated Esau (Romans 9:13), and when we look a little closer at these people we can see why. Two characteristics prevailed in them: cowardice and cruelty.
The Ancient Amalekites
The Amalekites were fierce warriors, but they never fought a fair fight. They were bullies who chose to attack, and mercilessly kill, the weak and defenseless. As the Israelite warriors would do battle, they kept the women and children and old and feeble in the rear to protect them. But the Amalekites, being the cowards they were, would avoid the warrior men and sneak up in the rear and attack the defenseless, as we read in Deuteronomy 25:17-19: “Remember what Amalek did to you along the way when you came out from Egypt, how he met you along the way and attacked among you all the stragglers at your rear when you were faint and weary [the King James Version says more eloquently, ‘smote the hindmost of thee, even all that were feeble behind thee’], and he did not fear God.” The leaders of Israel soon learned to keep the women and little ones in the middle, surrounded by warriors, rather than at the back where they were vulnerable.
Some years later, King Saul was sent on a mission from the Avenger of Blood to obliterate the Amalekites and avenge the deaths of these innocents. We have read how Saul disobeyed and let the Amalekite king, Agag, live and how the priest Samuel slew him to spare God’s judgment on the people. Before Samuel let the blows fly, he reminded Agag that he had been a murderer of innocent children. Guilty! Whack! No long, drawn-out appeals in God’s Court!!
When David was encamped at Ziklag, the Amalekites attacked the women and children when the men were away, kidnapping them and taking them to a secret hideaway (1 Samuel 30:1-3). But Providentially, the Amalekites’ own lack of mercy was their undoing in this instance. They had left a sick Egyptian slave in the desert to die, and David’s men saved him, reviving him with good nourishment. It was this thankful, rescued man who led David to the Amalekite’s secret camp to save the women and children of Ziklag. (Interestingly, the slave’s price for showing David the camp was that he not be killed or sent back to his master.)
It was an Amalekite who strode proudly into David’s camp, bragging that he had put Saul to death. David repeated Samuel’s method and promptly shut him up (2 Samuel 1:1-16). Haman, who tried to have Esther and her people put to death, was an Amalekite of King Agag’s family.
Modern Amalekites
We are told that God Himself would have war with Amalek from generation to generation (Exodus 17:16). The modern Amalekites no longer have a national identity and geographical borders, but they may be found in all races and countries. And they are still true to character—cowardly and cruel. And they still stalk the weak and feeble, the innocents who cannot protect themselves:
• Who else could tell a woman that her baby is just a blob of cells and then cold-bloodedly shoot scalding saline into the sanctity of his first home, the womb? Or insert scissors into the skull of an almost born child, in the name of “medicine”?
• Who else could take a nation’s seeds and “engineer” them, to be sold at whatever price they demand, holding the sword of famine over our children’s heads?
• Who else would put industrial waste into our water—chemicals known to cause cancer and bone fracture—and tell parents that it’s good for our kids’ teeth?
• Who else could sneak drugs into our food in the name of artificial sweeteners, flavors, colors, and preservatives and target our children to buy their sorceries, knowing that their minds will be tormented and their bodies debilitated?
• Who else could inject cocktails of unspeakable filth and toxicity into our little ones in the name of ‘vaccination,’ manipulating parents (propaganda for the less discerning ones, mandatory laws for the thinking) into allowing their own children to be fodder for a financial empire? Do we not see the mark of Amalek—the very young and the very old as the most injured by vaccines and flu shots? There is even a Stealth Virus that was given with the polio vaccine between 1955 and 1962. Women are primarily its victims, now suffering from fibromyalgia, chronic fatigue, and a host of other auto-immune diseases.
Just like the demons that Jesus sent into the pigs, the spirit of Amalek indwells the human swine of the land today. The Amalekites, both ancient and modern, were evil and cowardly because they “did not fear God.” But it will not always be so. In Revelation 19:13 we read these words that tell us of a time when the accounts will be settled:
“And I saw heaven opened; and behold, a white horse, and He who sat upon it is called Faithful and True; and in righteousness He judges and wages war. And His eyes are a flame of fire, and upon His head are many diadems; and He has a name written upon Him which no one knows except Himself. And He is clothed with a robe dipped in blood; and His name is called the Word of God.”This is a fulfillment of the prophetic conversation that Isaiah recorded in the sixty-third chapter of his namesake book. Bozrah, in modern day Iraq, was the capital of Edom and symbolic of the stronghold of the Amalekites. (And after Bozrah, I.G. Farben and Monsanto could use a visit.)
“Who is this who comes from Edom, with garments of glowing colors from Bozrah, this One who is majestic in His apparel, marching in the greatness of His strength?”
“It is I who speak in righteousness, mighty to save.”
“Why is your apparel red, and Your garments like the one who treads in the wine press?”
“I have trodden the wine trough alone, and from the peoples there was no man with Me. I also trod them in My anger, and trampled them in My wrath; and their lifeblood is sprinkled on My garments, and I stained all My raiment. For the day of vengeance was in My heart, and My year of redemption has come.”
But until “the day of vengeance” and the “year of redemption,” Amalek is still the enemy and we must not be ignorant of his devices if we are to live in prosperity and health.
“They band themselves together against the life of the righteous, and condemn the innocent to death. But the LORD has been my stronghold, and my God the rock of my refuge. And He has brought back their wickedness upon them, and will destroy them in their evil; The LORD our God will destroy them.” –Psalm 94:21-23
Texas to Track Raw Milk Drinkers!
Texas To Track Raw Milk Drinkers
By Granny Good Food
I'm a grandmother, slightly past a half-century old, been married 35 years to my sweetie from high school, graduated with highest honors from same, phi-beta kappa from college, had three tickets in nearly 40 years of driving, never been arrested, don't smoke, don't drink, (usually) don't cuss.
And for the first time in my life, I’m about to become a criminal.
I will have in my possession, as determined by the state of Texas, one of the most dangerous substances known to man. Could it be heroin? Moonshine? Genetically engineered food?
None of the above. It’s REAL milk. Raw, life-giving, straight from the cow. Not pasteurized, but chock-full of enzymes and probiotics, protein, B-vitamins, iodine, calcium, phosphorus, and brain-lovin' omega 3 fatty acids. Not homogenized, with several inches of luxurious cream floating on the top. Not laced with synthetic vitamin D, a Big-Pharma drug that is rendered from pig, sheep, and cow skins in vats of caustic solvents, a very protected and proprietary process. From pampered Jersey gals that stand in the warm sun, eat luscious green grass, are given no hormones, yielding their Superfood twice daily for the benefit of Texan moms and dads, boys and girls.
Until March 6, the Milk Group, an agency of the Texas Department of State Health Services, is taking public comment on the new rules for raw milk production, distribution, and consumption. [Note: this comment period has been extended until June] Let’s take a look at how they are planning on protecting us:
§217.13. …It shall be unlawful for any person, elsewhere than in a private home, to have in their possession any adulterated, misbranded, or ungraded milk.
§217.22….The milk producer shall offer for sale and distribute raw milk directly to the final consumer only at the point of production, i.e., at the farm…
And now, I hope all you freedom-loving, flag-waving, Remember-the-Alamo, red-blooded Americans are sitting down, for buried deep within Section 217.17(g), is this eleven-word, nuclear jackboot bomb, “The producer shall furnish a list of customers to the department.”
Damn!
If there exists a more anti-God, anti-liberty, anti-family, anti-business, anti-health, anti-ecology, anti-sustainable set of "rules," it will not easily be found. Not to mention mean-spirited, scientifically unfounded, and in-your-face evil.
It’s one (totalitarian) thing to be forced by law to drink my raw milk only at home, not at work or school, and to be compelled to drive personally –not send a friend—to a dairy to pickup every gallon of raw milk I buy. It’s quite another (Big Brother) issue when my name is going to be registered by the Milk Police!
My mind is dizzy with questions. Is there any other food that is tracked by who eats it? What kind of precedent is this setting? Will this include being fingerprinted also? If there is an ‘event’ with raw milk, will everyone on the list be rounded up and quarantined? Would they be forced to get some kind of medical treatment, i.e., vaccination? Has this ever been done in history before, to register people who want healthy, clean milk the way it has been consumed since cows and people got together? Is there a registry in the future for people who buy raw honey, organic vegetables, farm eggs, bulk grain, nutritional supplements? What if the registries for sex offenders and raw milk drinkers get mixed up? Will the government have probable cause to bug our phones and email if we were a registered gun owner AND a raw milk drinker? How far can this go? How far will we let it go?
This afternoon I spoke briefly with Jim at the Milk Group in Austin. Here’s a sampler of how it went, according to my notes:
GGF: Why are you requiring people to drive to the dairy personally, instead of obtaining raw milk in a carpool or through an agent?
Agent Jim: Customers need to see where their milk comes from, the condition of the dairy, whether it is clean.
GGF: Well, I kind of thought that was your job, to ensure the dairy is clean. But anyway, I buy bread from our local grocery store now and then. Are you saying I should buy directly from the bakery to see where it comes from, its condition, whether it’s clean?
Agent Jim: Customers need to see where their milk comes from, the condition of the dairy, whether it is clean.
GGF: But Jim, every time? Once I’ve seen the dairy, why do I have to go every week?
Agent Jim: Customers need to see where their milk comes from, the condition of the dairy, whether it is clean.
Pulease! Now for the Granny Good Food (extended) translation: “We are not going to outlaw raw milk outright because that would be overtly tyrannical. Instead, we are going to be sneaky and place so much red tape and so many hoops in your path in the name of ‘protecting’ you, that most of you will give up and drink our state-sanctioned, politically-correct milk. Yes, we realize that in this going-to-hell-in-a-hurry economy that money is getting tighter and you will have to work longer hours—that is, if you even have a job—to fund the Big Banks’ brazen BS and that driving an extra two or three hours a week just to get wholesome food for your families will add to the financial burden not only on you but on the farmer, because he will have to hire a full-time crew just to accommodate all the traffic at the farm if you do it our way. But eh, you can’t vote us out, and we get a paycheck whether or not you like what we do.”
Not only could Agent Jim not give me a good reason why I should have to drive to the dairy to buy every cotton-pickin’ gallon of raw milk I drink, but neither could he give me statistics on adverse incidents with raw milk. “We know raw milk contains pathogens that are harmful.”
Really? And how do you know that, sir? He admitted that there have been very few incidents with raw milk causing illness, but could not quote exact numbers. His main point was that most of the milk consumed in Texas is pasteurized, and that, in his opinion, accounted for the lack of illness.
I beg to differ. There are 23 dairies in Texas licensed to sell raw milk. Now I won’t go into details, but I know for certain that my family and about 200 of my friends drink raw milk daily. None of us have ever gotten sick because of tainted raw milk. Based on what I have observed in my small circle, I submit that there are thousands of people all over Texas drinking raw milk happily and healthfully. In fact, as a nutritional counselor, I have seen some dramatic turnarounds for the good when people switch to raw milk and forsake the processed, white cow liquid. Irritable Bowel Syndrome disappears. Lactose intolerance goes away. Allergies vanish. Nerves are calmer. Ear infections are fewer. Autistic children do much better.
And let me ride this Health Train just a little longer. Homogenized, pasteurized milk contributes to many chronic health problems: Heart disease, constipation, indigestion, cramps, bloating, diarrhea, skin rashes, acne, colic in infants, leukemia, infertility, cancer, increased tooth decay, poor growth in children, osteoporosis, diabetes, iron-deficiency anemia, and more. Yet, you will never see these tallied in with the arguments for politically-correct milk by those who attempt to criminalize raw milk.
Many years ago, I was a homeschooling mom, which was a radical --and in many states illegal--thing to do in the early 80's. With my children I read about the founding of our country and its covenant history (His Story). Back in those days ALL the milk was raw and all the food organic, and We the People apparently had much stronger anatomies back then; viz. more brains, backbone, and testosterone (maybe the former was causative of the latter?). At that time there were stamp taxes to quash, whiskey rebellions to lead, and tea to be dumped, and men and women just like us chose to stand against political oppression with their "lives, fortunes, and sacred honor" because they understood what would happen if they didn’t.
I thought, could I have done that? What is so important that I would be so committed? Then I looked at my four little scholars and realized I had already decided Number One on the list. Soon we studied church history and read biographies of men like Wycliffe and Tyndale, and I wrote down “Bible.” When they were older, we learned how statists disarm the people before enslaving them, and Number Three was added. Today, the list is at Four, and I’ll be damned if they will take my raw milk.
By Granny Good Food
I'm a grandmother, slightly past a half-century old, been married 35 years to my sweetie from high school, graduated with highest honors from same, phi-beta kappa from college, had three tickets in nearly 40 years of driving, never been arrested, don't smoke, don't drink, (usually) don't cuss.
And for the first time in my life, I’m about to become a criminal.
I will have in my possession, as determined by the state of Texas, one of the most dangerous substances known to man. Could it be heroin? Moonshine? Genetically engineered food?
None of the above. It’s REAL milk. Raw, life-giving, straight from the cow. Not pasteurized, but chock-full of enzymes and probiotics, protein, B-vitamins, iodine, calcium, phosphorus, and brain-lovin' omega 3 fatty acids. Not homogenized, with several inches of luxurious cream floating on the top. Not laced with synthetic vitamin D, a Big-Pharma drug that is rendered from pig, sheep, and cow skins in vats of caustic solvents, a very protected and proprietary process. From pampered Jersey gals that stand in the warm sun, eat luscious green grass, are given no hormones, yielding their Superfood twice daily for the benefit of Texan moms and dads, boys and girls.
Until March 6, the Milk Group, an agency of the Texas Department of State Health Services, is taking public comment on the new rules for raw milk production, distribution, and consumption. [Note: this comment period has been extended until June] Let’s take a look at how they are planning on protecting us:
§217.13. …It shall be unlawful for any person, elsewhere than in a private home, to have in their possession any adulterated, misbranded, or ungraded milk.
§217.22….The milk producer shall offer for sale and distribute raw milk directly to the final consumer only at the point of production, i.e., at the farm…
And now, I hope all you freedom-loving, flag-waving, Remember-the-Alamo, red-blooded Americans are sitting down, for buried deep within Section 217.17(g), is this eleven-word, nuclear jackboot bomb, “The producer shall furnish a list of customers to the department.”
Damn!
If there exists a more anti-God, anti-liberty, anti-family, anti-business, anti-health, anti-ecology, anti-sustainable set of "rules," it will not easily be found. Not to mention mean-spirited, scientifically unfounded, and in-your-face evil.
It’s one (totalitarian) thing to be forced by law to drink my raw milk only at home, not at work or school, and to be compelled to drive personally –not send a friend—to a dairy to pickup every gallon of raw milk I buy. It’s quite another (Big Brother) issue when my name is going to be registered by the Milk Police!
My mind is dizzy with questions. Is there any other food that is tracked by who eats it? What kind of precedent is this setting? Will this include being fingerprinted also? If there is an ‘event’ with raw milk, will everyone on the list be rounded up and quarantined? Would they be forced to get some kind of medical treatment, i.e., vaccination? Has this ever been done in history before, to register people who want healthy, clean milk the way it has been consumed since cows and people got together? Is there a registry in the future for people who buy raw honey, organic vegetables, farm eggs, bulk grain, nutritional supplements? What if the registries for sex offenders and raw milk drinkers get mixed up? Will the government have probable cause to bug our phones and email if we were a registered gun owner AND a raw milk drinker? How far can this go? How far will we let it go?
This afternoon I spoke briefly with Jim at the Milk Group in Austin. Here’s a sampler of how it went, according to my notes:
GGF: Why are you requiring people to drive to the dairy personally, instead of obtaining raw milk in a carpool or through an agent?
Agent Jim: Customers need to see where their milk comes from, the condition of the dairy, whether it is clean.
GGF: Well, I kind of thought that was your job, to ensure the dairy is clean. But anyway, I buy bread from our local grocery store now and then. Are you saying I should buy directly from the bakery to see where it comes from, its condition, whether it’s clean?
Agent Jim: Customers need to see where their milk comes from, the condition of the dairy, whether it is clean.
GGF: But Jim, every time? Once I’ve seen the dairy, why do I have to go every week?
Agent Jim: Customers need to see where their milk comes from, the condition of the dairy, whether it is clean.
Pulease! Now for the Granny Good Food (extended) translation: “We are not going to outlaw raw milk outright because that would be overtly tyrannical. Instead, we are going to be sneaky and place so much red tape and so many hoops in your path in the name of ‘protecting’ you, that most of you will give up and drink our state-sanctioned, politically-correct milk. Yes, we realize that in this going-to-hell-in-a-hurry economy that money is getting tighter and you will have to work longer hours—that is, if you even have a job—to fund the Big Banks’ brazen BS and that driving an extra two or three hours a week just to get wholesome food for your families will add to the financial burden not only on you but on the farmer, because he will have to hire a full-time crew just to accommodate all the traffic at the farm if you do it our way. But eh, you can’t vote us out, and we get a paycheck whether or not you like what we do.”
Not only could Agent Jim not give me a good reason why I should have to drive to the dairy to buy every cotton-pickin’ gallon of raw milk I drink, but neither could he give me statistics on adverse incidents with raw milk. “We know raw milk contains pathogens that are harmful.”
Really? And how do you know that, sir? He admitted that there have been very few incidents with raw milk causing illness, but could not quote exact numbers. His main point was that most of the milk consumed in Texas is pasteurized, and that, in his opinion, accounted for the lack of illness.
I beg to differ. There are 23 dairies in Texas licensed to sell raw milk. Now I won’t go into details, but I know for certain that my family and about 200 of my friends drink raw milk daily. None of us have ever gotten sick because of tainted raw milk. Based on what I have observed in my small circle, I submit that there are thousands of people all over Texas drinking raw milk happily and healthfully. In fact, as a nutritional counselor, I have seen some dramatic turnarounds for the good when people switch to raw milk and forsake the processed, white cow liquid. Irritable Bowel Syndrome disappears. Lactose intolerance goes away. Allergies vanish. Nerves are calmer. Ear infections are fewer. Autistic children do much better.
And let me ride this Health Train just a little longer. Homogenized, pasteurized milk contributes to many chronic health problems: Heart disease, constipation, indigestion, cramps, bloating, diarrhea, skin rashes, acne, colic in infants, leukemia, infertility, cancer, increased tooth decay, poor growth in children, osteoporosis, diabetes, iron-deficiency anemia, and more. Yet, you will never see these tallied in with the arguments for politically-correct milk by those who attempt to criminalize raw milk.
Many years ago, I was a homeschooling mom, which was a radical --and in many states illegal--thing to do in the early 80's. With my children I read about the founding of our country and its covenant history (His Story). Back in those days ALL the milk was raw and all the food organic, and We the People apparently had much stronger anatomies back then; viz. more brains, backbone, and testosterone (maybe the former was causative of the latter?). At that time there were stamp taxes to quash, whiskey rebellions to lead, and tea to be dumped, and men and women just like us chose to stand against political oppression with their "lives, fortunes, and sacred honor" because they understood what would happen if they didn’t.
I thought, could I have done that? What is so important that I would be so committed? Then I looked at my four little scholars and realized I had already decided Number One on the list. Soon we studied church history and read biographies of men like Wycliffe and Tyndale, and I wrote down “Bible.” When they were older, we learned how statists disarm the people before enslaving them, and Number Three was added. Today, the list is at Four, and I’ll be damned if they will take my raw milk.
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