Give Us MAGABBAS: Gods, Guns, Girlfriends, Grandchildren and In Geezus Name.
“I can only report that without an overhaul of the law and the allocation of resources, millions of illegal immigrants will continue flooding to this great land from around the world. Many of them have no marketable skills. They are illiterate and unhealthy. Some are violent criminals. Their numbers will soon overwhelm the culture as we have known it, and it could bankrupt the nation. America has been a wonderfully generous and caring country since its founding. That is our Christian nature. But in this instance, we have met a worldwide wave of poverty that will take us down if we don’t deal with it. And it won’t take long for the inevitable consequences to happen.” The Rev. James Dobson on Replacement Theory in NY Times.
A Catholic from Nebraska came up here not so long to buy a rusty tool needed to construct his mansion (the entry doors weigh a ton). “Obama,” he said, “came from the jungle and turned the Country into one.” And then a long tirade against the flood of immigrants. “Who,” I asked, “put Obama in office. Because there are only white power blocks with the resources to do so. Your own kind elected Obama. So why rail on immigrants?” Very well, he said. The leadership of his parish asked him to address the youth on the current state of affairs. He huffed and puffed, and after a long rant, gave up in despair. “It was like talking to a wall,” he said. “I couldn’t get through to them. They’re so far gone, they didn’t understand a word I was saying.” “They heard and understood you perfectly well,” I said. “They just loathe everything you stand for.” He was almost 80 years old, building a mansion, and, like Dobson, angry about the future. "You'll be in the grave before long," I thought. He'll be railing about the poor state of the country on his deathbed, because, like Dobson, he has over there "no continuing city." These people can't let go, because they have nothing to reach for, but are left to cling to the idols they served all their lives. Like the rich man, they were content with earthly Zion while in good health, and clung to it the more desperately in the end because the Jerusalem from above no longer beckoned. There are as few deathbed as there are foxhole conversions. Those who cannot live by faith, most certainly do not die by it. "Today is the day of salvation. Today, if you hear his voice, harden not your heart."
He could just as well have been the rich man Dobson, whom the NY Times fingers in the Buffalo massacre (they hear the violent voice of MAGABBAS in Evangelical pulpits, which are little more than FOX News on Sunday morning--in Geezus name). And those are the descendants of slaves, whose ancestors likely preceded the shooter’s sojourn in America by hundreds of years. FOX wants them replaced. When Fox talks about Citizen Replacement, they are not talking only about immigrants--they have in mind the oldest (Native Americans) and some of the oldest (African Americans) citizens in the country, whom they would love to replace. Neither Dobson nor the son of Rev Balaam Graham are talking about humans rushing in. The country would come to a stand still without the labor of these poor wretches. What they all see is color rushing in, the color of their grandchildren, made, not in the image of God like themselves, but in the broken crockery of some inferior deity. They see themselves becoming extinct in these inferior migrants of darker hue, whom, like the self-righteous Pharisees, "they despise." Fittingly, there is no such thing as "self-whiteousness," for here all "whiteousness is by Fate". Like pagans, they see themselves living on in their grandchildren. They have here a continuing city. This is as good as it gets. Like the poet said to God: let me stay here. Heaven is here. Cain liked the world as it was. Barabbas sought no more than the freedom of his country. The Jews looked for no other. America was supposed to usher in the Millennium. Their own little Utopia, which these sons of darkness will now "make bankrupt." Imagine if these vile wretches touched the hem of Jesus' garment--the amount of "virtue going out." When I momentarily set a bucket of corn down, my lambs run up and help themselves. When I move it two minutes later there's a ring of spilled corn on the bottom, because a lamb's cup (in their interpretation) has to "spill over." A wolf in sheep's clothing may talk of bankruptcy--no lamb ever would. "Yet," a lamb would say, "there is room." "Thou hast enlarged me when I was in distress (hemmed in)." All God has to do is open His hands a little wider and there is room. That's how a lamb would talk--or did (Ps. 23). Bankrupt MAGABBAS. Barabbas had nothing to offer but more violence. Dobson sees his Utopia on its last legs. Which requires extreme measures. But the Pharisees did not call what Barabbas did murder. Dobson and Graham will not call it murder.
The Revs love jetting across the world to sell their books and strut before these poor wretches. Here, not a word about their souls. Who cares? They will make America unrecognizable. Poor, criminal, illiterate, ignorant, diseased–Hell, the Revs shudder, vomiting its very dregs into America the Beautiful t0 make it bankrupt. And then the Revs will gather with Border Militias in tactical gear for a prayer ending in “Geezus name”--as did the Capital insurrectionists. And all on TV. Whoever this Geezus is, he bears a striking resemblance to the Anti-Christ—violent, “hateful and hating one another,” “without mercy” “full of divers lusts and passions.” Compare the Christ of the Bible: “Come unto me, ye that are weary and heavy laden, I will give you rest,” “Give ye them to eat,” “yet there is room.” But there’s no room where the Rev is. He feels constricted, as the wicked always do: “let us break their bands asunder and cast away their cords from us.” The gods he inhabits likely take up all the space around him, “for they are legion.” He’s afraid and calls on MAGABBAS to throw up his Wall of protection. He’s like the Pope who boasts of giving insurance against Hell, but is afraid to go outside without his bodyguard. The substitute (vicar) of Christ on earth employs the largest mercenary army in the world, the Swiss Guards. Today Jesus would need a Roman legion to protect Him. This is bankruptcy.
Give us MAGABBAS, they howl in stadiums–in Geezus Name, as the NY Times tells us. Their (NY Times) profile of the ordinary insurrectionist is “god, guns, girlfriends, and grandchildren”–all in Geezus' name. Here, when they list survivors in obituaries, the last entry reads “_____, the mother of his children”--the girlfriend is listed early. No one thinks the children were born out of wedlock. This is why they howl “Give us MAGABBAS” in stadiums.” They are bankrupt. For the same reason they multiply guns without number. They are bankrupt. They feel the crushing weight of their impotence and are afraid. Because they are bankrupt. This is the message of MAGABBAS.
Missions used to be a billion dollar industry. Annual mission conferences were the norm where the faithful would weep for the souls of the heathens who “bow down to sticks and stones.” Now the heathen is here begging to become their chimney sweep and they would stone him if they could. Instead of preaching “come unto me” they curse the heathen from behind the Wall. You can’t turn around without coming face to face with these “sons of darkness,” and, if you as much as say “hi,” they’ll follow you home–and everyone knows they all have a thousand and one relatives without number all just waiting to be your friend--and then they'll bring their friends, and those will bring their relatives.... For none of them use birth control and abortion clinics are rare down there. The Assemblies of God (a MAGAplex in Sioux Falls) sent missionaries below the border for almost a century. When the converts showed up here as migrants, it wasn’t long before they had a meeting of the minds and offered to build them a separate building. “We have too many children for them,” a migrant told me, “and they like their building perfect for Sunday morning.” They were grieved when they were made to “suffer the little children.” These buildings–the size of the Pentagon– are designed for one-child families. And they wail about being replaced. “But we love our children,” one migrant mother told me. And the Assemblies love their child too, no doubt–but the child will be smothered by the children. MAGABBAS” will save the child. For they believe in “the whiteousness of God which is by Fate.” And they worry about being replaced. But all the Rev Dobson can see is soulless hordes without number, and of infinite less value, who somehow managed to be born. He wants them dead. Like the Dutch Elder said to me years ago after watching the immigrant hordes coming out of the packing plant: “there was not an American among them.” Which is why there are even fewer black Calvinists than there are black Evolutionists, coming, as they do, from the same source, and arriving, infallibly, at the same end. He was but giving voice to his apartheid fathers, whose dogmatic slumbers these unelect sons of darkness disturbed even in their white-washed sepulchers. For he too was a firm believer in “the whiteousness which is by Fate,” forever (as his creed implied) out of reach of these sons of darkness, being, as Calvin taught, determined in eternity past by the inscrutable mystery of God’s inexorable decrees. Had he but waited he would have seen much to assuage his Calvinist anger. For the Russians (or Americans as he would call them) were on the night shift, and he would have seen there much to worship in the unbearable serendipity of his own effervescent being.
But as the NY Times points out: The Rev Dobson looked down the Wall and cursed them all in despair--criminal, violent, sick, poor, feeble, unlearned, ignorant and out of the way–no man careth for their soul. And here God had brought the whole wretched world to his doorstep. “They’ll bankrupt us,” he cries. Imputation (financial reckoning) yes–but there are limits to everything. How do you leverage the poor widow’s two mites here, or the five fishes? He has the good sense not to say “heathen”--he left that to the NY Times. The Times know Dagon on the Wall when they see him–they don’t have to see him in bits and pieces down below. But the Rev (made rich and fat from skimming the widow’s mite) just stood there and blasphemed. He saw no hope in his creed (FOX NEWS) for the dark horde shivering below. He saw nothing but enemies come to replace him as the Israelites replaced the Canaanites. Those dead bones could not live, because he doe not want them to live. He wishes them dead. This, the NY Times says, was his message to the Buffalo shooter. Like the Assemblies, he would gladly have bought them their own wretched place, but how do you go about buying a country? And, like the Dutch Elder says, they could never become Americans, not having attained unto the selection of the whiteousness which is by Fate. America’s Manifest Destiny is at stake, and America (real America) must be there to defend Israel in the coming war with the Antichrist. It is how they justify their penchant for violence and bloodshed. Blood will be up to the horse’s bridle, and they will be there to thrust in their righteous swords. “Join the Holy Crusade,” the Pope told the knights, “and all your sins past and present will be forgiven.” They filled Jerusalem with blood. All is forgiven when you shed blood for the sake of the God. Confederate preachers were compelled to write a tract reminding their pious church members that engaging in holy war did not give them the right to visit brothels–they were visiting brothels. A man who has license to break the 6th Commandment will not scruple to break the 7th. God, guns, girlfriends, grandchildren--and “the mother of his children '' in the obit. All in Geezus name.