The Reality We Like the Fantasy to Conceal
The other night I was out on my evening walk with a very nice John Jarvis tune streaming in my cranium. Passing by was a vehicle driven by a young man and sure enough, as I'm sure you've encountered, his music was hammering the environs and it was nothing but inharmonious bass and droning voices that sounded like they were coming from Hell. As I've shared many times before, I hurt for young people, young adults who are merely children in big-people bodies who've been raised by children in big-people bodies who themselves have been raised by products of the 60s most susceptible to the brilliant but wholly wicked designs against them by Rome's militant operatives employing the most sophisticated means of human sacrifice to do its work as Cain's Legacy. I know, I've taught them in a formal educational setting for some 35 years now. I still do, very likely now teaching their children. Two pieces to share with you, might be worth reading. Todd Hayen wrote about ...