The Burden of Jordan

As another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anti matter.

This Obama Iran peace treaty for nuclear power will be your burden. It will fall upon the Amman and to the west and the south.

There will your cry be and there will in time be your undoing.

The first of Lot's incestuous children in Moab will be the bearers of what will come upon the Jordanian people. It will fall to you. From this you will not escape.

It will be as if you have fled a missile, escaped a car wreck and a lightning bolt strikes you.

Those who will not deprive you of your pounds of flesh will themselves be in debt to this call from the Lord.

There will be no escape from this as your works of worship will not save you nor deliver you.

This is what you will bear for a short while, before your burden on in the latter end of this.

Twice has been the Prophetic note of this, and twice will be the retribution.

Hear what will come to you.



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PS: As a note to those as the Viking who can not afford such things, please save the money you have worked for, for your children and think not of donating here. A friend is of unmeasurable value and it truly does distress us here in having donations which should be reserved for your children.
The Lord provided you as a friend. That is sufficient.

The TL and LC Thanksgiving Pie

I have mentioned previously of a fascination I had with the traditional American Thanksgiving feasts in one particular desert item was the setting which George and Martha Washington served, which was the President's favorite.

It was pumpkin pie without the pie crust, and the pumpkin shell served as a pie shell. It was simple in the pumpkin was hollowed out, and the normal custard that goes into the pie shell, was created with cream, sugar, egg and salt, mixed and then poured into the capped shell, baked until it was done, and then the President scooped out some baked pumpkin with this custard type thing for desert.

TL sort of caught my obsession with some garden things, and as we were progressing through a market or two, there were hosts of the blue Australian, white, Cinderella, some huge warty orange Hubbard things of the name I forget now, and the little baby boo pumpkins.
TL finally purchased a cream colored Acorn squash, a Turks Turban and a Futsi for edible decorations.

TL likes squash that is baked, with a coating and in strips as is done with Butternut types due to their long necks and large meaty area, but these were round types and did not afford the prepation.
So after a little thinking, we put on some nutmeg and cinnamon, covered with tin foil, and baked them that way in the Acorn and Futsi types.

I never have really liked squash that much. While I have grown them with delight, I never found many that suited me as some of the orange varieties are so strong flavored it almost gags me. Buttercups are a type I can grow by the bushel, but I have trouble eating them. Hubbards are the same in flavor with me, so I settled on the Butternuts, even if they are longer season types.
I progressed to the little Acorn type green, as it was the least flavorful and decided with brown sugar, pumpkin spices and butter I could eat them with a wild duck a few times a year, as I enjoy growing squash.

As stated though, I wanted to try that President and Martha Washington desert and ventured onto a quicker remedy you might like.

After baking, we had on hand my butter whipped cream, which is just a few cups of heavy whipping cream, a teaspoon of vanilla and about 1 cup of granulated sugar, which is kept frozen.

You simply let these squash cool some, and then put in a scoop of this whipped cream, and with the spices, it is surprising how nice this is. There is a caveat in this, that the Acorn is a bit bitter and unflavorful, so it does not do well in this method.
The Futsi though, which is sort of a teardrop shaped bright orange squash, was really perfect for this. It was the first time I ever tried one, and they are a very nice squash.

To use the old adage, most pumpkin pie in America in the can is not pumpkin, but squash.I know all pumpkins are squash, but Pluto is still a planet to me, and things that look like pumpkins are pumpkins to me too, no matter what anal college egg head has dreamed up to look smart..........it is like if I told you that you were not eating bread, but were eating grass, as all cereal grains are in the grass family. It is just being a mental pest and it accomplishes nothing.

For a light desert to try, I really enjoyed this, and we saved the seeds from the squash to plant next year, knowing of course that squash of like genus will cross pollinate, as pumpkins are Pepo like Acorns, but I think this Futsi, which I think is from Japan is of that giant squash pumpkin type which is too long to spell right now for me in the maximas.

Might be interesting to try this, before some Thanksgiving meal. The Futsi's do sweat their sap though like many squash do in the sugars, and you can just dump this off.

For me, it was nice, because you can raise piles of squash, but most people can not eat that many and most recipes do not appeal to most people. This was just something nice with sweets upon it, and it pleased me to be that much closer to something President and Martha Washington served at Mt. Vernon.

Happy Thanksgiving.



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The Privateer

As another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anti matter to remind the inmates of the American gulag of what they once were..........

In War of 1812 like the Revolution, the American government issued Letters of Marque to private vessels to make war on the British merchant trade in that seafaring battle when the British were constantly hauling Americans off of ships and claiming they were "English" and enslaving them
It was in the year 1814 that a unique battle took place which infuriated the British. The American privateers were constantly prowling off Ireland and other British controlled seas, as Britania did indeed rule the seas and only those Americans were daring to fire shots at their warships, both private and Naval.

At the neutral Porteugese port of Fayal, a privateer brig out of New York and carrying a crew of 90 men and in command of Captain Reid, was laying at anchor when four British warships appeared in 1 line ship, 1 38 gun frigate and 2 brigs, all arrayed against the 1 long tom 32 pounder of the General Armstrong.

Captain Reid had no illusions that the Portugeuse were not going to bother with neutrality as they were British friendly and the privateer was as good as dead with her crew.
Immediately he prepared with placing landing nets on the sides of the ship which was like a spider's web to a boarding party, and made ready with his crew for the attack which would come.

The shoals in the port were shallow so the British warships were anchored off, so they sent 4 boats out first, as these masterful seadogs were very adept at boarding even French frigates in cutting them out.
The 4 boats were taking soundings they said, but were really looking to get close for a rush on the Armstrong, when the Americans warned them off. The British not heeding the warning, were then showered with a volley from the Americans, much to the wounding and death of the four British pirate boats as they drew off..

Needless to say, the British commanders were not amused, and immediately began preparations for an all out assault on the Armstrong at dark, with a boarding part of 400 seadogs against the 90 Americans.

Captain Reid and his crew remained on watch as the old whalers were not to be surprised, and in the gloom of the night, the British made the attack, and with the Americans armed with pike and cutlass, an aweful battle ensued in cutting, chopping, musket and cannon fire, with the British finally gaining a boarding hold by one boat which killed the 3 lieutenants of the Armstrong.
Captain Reid seeing the breach and the other British boats drawing off, came with his entire crew against the boarders and either killed them or scutltled them overboard.

The shattered British seaman withdrew like crippled ducks. 200 of their 400 were wounded or dead.

The British commanders were not amused at this further besting and made preparations to destroy the General Armstrong.

In the next battle, the British sent forward a brig which opened fire from distance with it's long cannons, but not close for it's cannonades. Captain Reid and the crew of the Armstrong opened back with their 32 pounder in the long tom, and raked the brigs hulls often enough that the British man of war was forced to draw off.

The British commanders were not amused again, and with fury sent in the other brigh which this time closed to cannonade and began wrecking the General Armstrong.

Captain Reid seeing the hopeless situation he was in, began unloading his ship and finally scuttled her, as his crew made for shore and were none the more harassed.

In this the General Armstrong, a lone gun privateer, faced off four British men of war. Repulsed two attempted landings, and out fought a brig of greater firepower, in which only 9 Americans were killed and several hundred British sailors were wounded or killed.

That is what Americans once were. Not the gulag inmates who do not donate as they live in regime luxury thinking they are safe, while a popular girl does all the work and they lamely try to take credit like they are part of the fight.

No as General Patton said, "Your relatives shoveled shit in Louisiana when the real men were fighting", and as Lame Cherry says," You shovel shit while the real Americans fight just like your shit shoveling relations".

My compliments to the General Armstrong.



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Big Bending at the Waist

I have come to the conclusion that the British disgust me. The work of two world wars simply finished off a face which was started by Andrew Jackson at the Battle of New Orleans.

It is not wonder that men like Vladamir Putin exterminate with poison expatriots on London avenues when the British dog cowers under the American table, pretending to be financial top dog, with Americans now as mongrel as that thing which overthrew the last of their government from 1600 Penn Avenue.

The British used to be a splendid raping and murderous race. They preyed upon Europe and the world, but now they are nothing but faggots smouldering with far too many Islamic ticks sucking blood from their aging body.

The distress of this Ephraimite fall is of me, but then being Israelite of the Gileads, it is not that bothersome as what good is a Britisher now but a place to hang the crown Christ will return to take. What sympathy does one have for a coat  rack eh?

To think this was the race which butchered and bloodied the American clergy to start a Revolution. Which brutalized Americans for a generation, but now what is a British man, but something no British female would fuck as what is the point in procreating a doomed race of sodomites whose main thrust in life is a soccer ball.

I would that there were Britisher's in this world. Perhaps maybe a dozen whose sperm could impregnate all things pubic to menapausal to birth a hundred thousand warrirors a year for a decade to make the race of Nelson reborn, but that is a reality which could never be as it would require men, and if there were 10 men left in England, it would still have hope, but where is any man in that British land.

Granted a Rhodesian exile might fill in the fatherhood of a nation, but could one skirt enough twats to those far reaching areas to find such recluses or would it be a matter of more ovary eggs laid in vain hoping for a real man's sperm to impregnate them.

The Irish, Scottish, English and those Welsh things are a lost race. The best they could do is just jump off Dover and hope that some stalwart race would come and take possession of those isles.
Perhaps a remnant of Americans should be put there in place with good men and women, exiled from this organized Obama gulag, where a new race would appear upon the old race for the 22nd century, to conquer and rule a world of too overbred mobs that deserve to be culled and ruled by a people who were born to the task.

Yes, I pity the British of Margaret Thatcher, not that they have gone, but that these dogs have survived to pollute the memory of what was Churchill's finest hour. It would have been better that they had all perished when they were yet a race and not become a fiction like a Spartan.

Only if things had been what they were......only if the British by God still ruled the waves. Hell if only Hitler had not listened to Goebbels in the blitz, and let Rommel invade. Then England would have had all that nice Hanoverian cock breeding English twat for a masterful race.......instead of FDR with Stalin making Churchill bend at the waist.





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That Atonement

For we read by St. Paul, Inspired by the Holy Ghost, that the real Atonement, Reformation and Sacrifice, could not come from the blood of bulls, goats, lambs and the ashes of cattle sprinkled on the Holy of Holies, as that was an Old Covenant or Old Testament meant to reprieve a fleshly congregation, that the only True Offering which could be made was in Jesus the Christ, thee only begotten Son of God.

For this, Jesus, Who it is written, was by whom all things which were made, in the Gospel of St. John, is that Person, Who is the Thought and Word of God.
In this we find the answer to this, for the Old Covenant of Abraham, sealed in the blood of animals was after a preparation to prepare an Israelite people as a Priestly Nation to bring the Word of God in Salvation to the world, but they fell short in the Josephites, Levities, Gadites, Benjaminites, Judahites, Simeonites, Reubenites, Asherites, Danites, Naphtalites, Issacharites and Zebulunites as it was an earthly Temple, and the Temple for which the children of God are prepared for is Heavenly.

King David, himself, by the Holy Ghost Prophesied, "Create in me a clean heart oh God and renew a right Spirit within me". David was quickened by the Spirit of God to great feats of jumping over walls, but his prayer was one of the Spiritual, for the Spirit is what is united with God and not the body.
For the body passes away, and a new body replaces that which is corrupt, holding in it the power of death.

For this reason, St. Paul explains that there is a difference in Jesus and the sacrafice of animals, for those who cover their altars with the blood of animals to atone for themselves, must do it yearly, and each year only the body is atoned for, and that atonement is incapable of uniting with the Father God in Spirit and Truth, which is thee only worship God accepts
It is this Jesus the Christ, Who in taking on the sins of the world, in offering up His body, brought the Atonement in His Blood which speaks to the greater offering in each of us, being Redeemed in the Spirit which comes to God in Heaven, while the shell of the body is returned to the dust from which the Lord created it.

Jesus Life Blood Atoned for the Spirit while the blood of animals atoned only for the body, and only in preparation in that human body, for that soul inside, so it would be sown with the Holy Ghost on being Redeemed by the Christ.

Those of God are children of the Spirit. In the Old Covenant, that Old Testament was one in which the Spirit of God was not sown to all who called upon the Name of the Lord, for that is why the High Priest alone was allowed into the Holy of Holies, lest the Consuming Flame of the Holy Ghost destroy those inferior life forms.
Yes, it was only the High Priest and the Holy Prophets who had within them the covering of the Spirit of God and were thus recognized by God, for their Faith in the Offering of Jesus Who would be made.
Adam, Abraham, David were all made Righteous, because they believed the Holy Ghost in God's Promise that a Savior would come to Atone for them permanently. The Apostles believed the report for they had witnessed the Christ with their own dim eyes, and being made open by the Holy Ghost, they too were counted Righteous, and each person since that Offering on the Cross who believes and confesses that Jesus is the Lord and was given the power to take up His Life again, so that all who believe will rise too to eternal Life, they too are counted Righteous for believing God.

So it is the Reality and the Truth, that Jesus atones for the Spiritual child, while in the past times, the offerings of animals only atoned for the physical bodies and only on a yearly basis.

The Lord Christ redeems in Spirit those Spiritual children to God. That is the Gospel, the Good News and each child is then part of that vast Spiritual Temple in God, returning to the place where created as souls, born as humans, they come Home to That Spiritual Redeemed by Christ forever in this being most certainly True.

Those children now are more than a peculiar people, but called and few chosen, they inherit the Kingdom of God in the Royal Priesthood in Jesus their Lord, One with the Father, is the fulfillment of Prophet, Priest, King and Life.


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Some days you wonder from the bleeding in abundance to the being sick to feeling like dying would be an improvement just how much the dead have it better than the living at times.

Well time to go nurse TL and praise the Lord.





The few good people who actually minister to the Name Christian make Thanksgiving in donations the cornucopia of a good hair trim.



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The Panther Woman

I dislike it when things puzzle me as I go into some establishments to get away from all the psychopathy on this planet.

Take for example, and you have to take it as this is my blog, a female subject I have been puzzled by in the Panther Woman.

She is sort of in appearance like Stephanie Herseth Sandlin of South Dakota aborticide industry which this  blog by God's Grace sent packing, with like flat chest as the Panther woman does not have an inflatable chest.

What this government employee of high salary does have though is an interesting wardrobe she forces upon me, as she is always at Goodwill picking at things the poor should only do, as she remains aloof and wearing animal print costumes.

In my world one if they are involved in the judiciary, you should not be wearing animal prints and camo clothing in a public elected office. That sends off red flags with me as I wonder what this female is up to, as it is once thing for old Nancy Pelosi to have her tits hanging out, but another for a woman involved in justice looking like a prostitute.

I wonder of her, in her apparent no tan mark body, at least bikini would be necessary, what this employee is auditioning for?
I mean does she have secret fantasies in some convict escaping from court, to kidnap her as he ravages her while the Fang Jinn gives a speech on television?

Just what is going on with panther woman, in her underwear how kitty like it is. and what kind of digitals is she snapping as he poses for only she knows.

This is just all too fascinating as we see all these stories of women gone wild in sexing teenage boys and girls, to sending bikini snaps to their admirers, in I wonder what is up with this woman in what is lurking behind her closed doors, as she certainly is invading my open spaces with red flags that something is not all Mother Theresa in her front pew.

She obviously wants to be noticed. She is starving herself thin and is tanning, so she is really phobic about her body in wanting to be attractive......as she puts herself on display to be noticed, but aloof from it all, as she hordes clothes and things from Goodwill on her high salary......looking to overcome things in life for which she has paid too dearly.

I have pondered all of this in a nasty political campaign in bringing this all up. I do not suppose she would appreciate it nor her spouse.......but then numbers of pervs would probably be asking for naked photos of her  and she just might beat me in a landslide as Stephies boobs bought her a few elections until  I deflated them.


I really do not appreciate all this invasion of my brain time, as I much prefer thinking that all women wear granny panties which are white and the men folk always are covered in boxers. Yes it is all Victorian, but it is must less stress on the mind compared to all of this Obama genitals and things which have assaulted the mind.

I should be able to go to a government office or a Goodwill and not have things flaunted at me in cleavage or penis. I do not do these things to other people and it is the same courtesy I expect from them.

Pity in my court fantasy would be pulling out my trenchgun and shooting an escaping terror cell group.....never was much into that hostage thing, but I did like animal prints on others as Jane looked good in the cartoons with a cheetah skin dress.


nuff said


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