Boston Has Long Lived Up to Patriots Day

From the Intolerable Acts unrest to the Stamp Act riots, Boston has for 250 years epitomized spirited uprisings against authority and for liberty.

Consider this: A Cause Most Splendid begins with the rowdy and dangerous Guy Fawkes Day with Boston’s North Enders and South Enders battling over who will burn the Pope in effigy. But the city’s fascinating history is rife with instances when “like a pot of steam, if you keep the lid on long enough and the thing’ll blow,” says my character Calum.

He continues to tell Elsie, a young French woman, “Young miss, you find yourself in a city that is a nursery for dangerous tumults. We’ve had twenty-eight protests here since 1700.

“Pick a reason and Bostonians have protested against it. Besides the Tea Party and Stamp Act, there’ve been grain prices, price-fixing by butchers, merchant hoarding, riots for not enforcing laws against brothels and, most of all, the Brits impressing colonists into military service.”

The young American Alec chuckles ruefully and adds, “Ours is a recreational rowdiness. Violent sometimes, yes. Protests are a political tool for us commoners…”

Yes, protests as a political tool.

So, true patriots, on this Patriots Day — after two years of being “terrorized” in other ways by lawmakers, bureaucrats and woke-masters of other sorts — you might consider the history of the great city of Boston where New England commemorates the Battles of Lexington, Concord, and Menotomy.

Leave Your Waterpot

Once Jesus had ministered to the Samaritan woman at Joseph’s well and showed He was the Messiah, she “left her waterpot” and went to tell her village about Him.

Now, God has a reason for including every word in the Bible, so why mention that the Samaritan woman “left her waterpot”? Did we really need to know that fact?

Think, though. The one reason she had gone to the well was to fill that waterpot. That was her errand: fill the waterpot. Bring it home. Simple.

Yet when she found Jesus sitting at the well, He gave her something better: “living water.”

He said, “Everyone who drinks of this (well) water will thirst again; but whoever drinks of the water that I will give him shall never thirst; but the water that I will give him will become in him a well of water springing up to eternal life.” — John 4:13-14

Once the woman spoke with Jesus and had drunk of that water, the errand became unimportant. The mundane task had turned into the miracle of salvation.

Her crucial utensil, the waterpot, dulled in importance. She ran off to share the message with her friends and neighbors.

So, when you get up in the morning, be prepared for something special and unexpected; and if and when that unexpected comes about, do not hesitate to share it — not just with those you love, but everyone.

Think of it. Jews were not supposed to even speak with Samaritans. And yet, “Jesus, being wearied from the journey, was sitting thus buy the well…” (John 4:6) shred the Good News with the woman.

Though on a trip with a destination in mind, though weary and thirsty, Jesus did not hesitate to minister. 

Even when you’re tired and sitting and thirsty and on a journey, be alert to the people around you and the possibility of ministry. The encounter at the well led to salvation for an entire Samaritan village.

He turned a mundane respite into a miracle. You can do the same.

The ‘Cause’ Was Indeed ‘Most Splendid’

If history teaches anything it is that religious freedom isn’t always free and some men and women must risk all to preserve it.

That was the case for Robert Aitken, who defied King George III, discounted the danger of the hangman’s noose, hid from patrols of British soldiers searching him out, and sacrificed his own fortune to illegally print Bibles badly needed by America’s revolutionary troops.

His indeed was “A Cause Most Splendid,” the title of my new book which has been named Best Fiction of the Year by the American Family Association.

The genre “fiction” can be oblique. Indeed, A Cause Most Splendid: The Battle for the Bible is more fact than some of the “non-fiction” books sold at your favorite bookstore. Do you think you can trust any politician, actor, performer’s “autobiography” to be totally factual?

The basic story in A Cause is true. That’s what makes it special: that one man and his family would run straight ahead into danger in order to share God’s word. The Royal Family owned the copyright to the Bible and had hanged people for breaking that law.

Many of the characters were real, walking, talking, living, loving people. Well, some of those British soldiers hunting down the heroes and heroines were darn hateful.

My intrepid lead researcher Loy and I dug and dug for historical details to fill in “blanks” in the narrative.

Yes, Congress whole-heartedly wanted Aitken — the publisher of the Congressional Journal and Thomas Paine’s Common Sense — to publish Bibles for troops and families, but didn’t have the money and declared the necessary special materials weren’t to be found in America.

Yet, Aitken in 1777 did indeed print the first Bibles created in America. So how did he finance the printing, where did he get the materials, and where did he print them when the British were so adamant to stop the printing?

I worked out a scenario that answered — you might say “solved” — the problems. Another author might write it differently. Just as another biographer might write about John Adams contrary to David McCullough’s version. The differences between one author’s thinking and another’s can turn nuances into chasms. A liberal author versus a conservative. A person who grew up in a democracy versus communism. A child versus an adult.

However you want to categorize A Cause Most Splendid, I do hope you enjoy the read. I’m sure you never before have heard about it.

Fact: The ‘Cause’ Was ‘Most Splendid’

If history teaches anything it is that religious freedom isn’t always free and some   men and women must risk all to preserve it.

That was the case for Robert Aitken, who defied King George III, discounted the danger of the hangman’s noose, hid from patrols of British soldiers searching him out, and sacrificed his own fortune to illegally print Bibles badly needed by America’s revolutionary troops.

His indeed was “A Cause Most Splendid,” the title of my new book which has been named Best Fiction of the Year by the American Family Association in its AFA Journal.

The genre “fiction” can be oblique. Indeed, A Cause Most Splendid: The Battle for the Bible is more fact than some of the “non-fiction” books sold at your favorite bookstore. Do you think you can trust any politician, actor, performer’s “autobiography” to be totally factual?

The basic story in A Cause is true. That’s what makes it special: that one man and his family would run straight ahead into danger in order to share God’s word. The Royal Family owned the copyright to the Bible and had hanged people for breaking that law.

Many of the characters were real, walking, talking, living, loving people. Well, some of those British soldiers hunting down the heroes and heroines were darn hateful.

My intrepid lead researcher Loy and I dug and dug for historical details to fill in “blanks” in the narrative.

Yes, Congress whole-heartedly wanted Aitken — the publisher of the Congressional Journal and Thomas Paine’s Common Sense — to publish Bibles for troops and families, but didn’t have the money and declared the necessary special materials weren’t to be found in America.

Yet, Aitken in 1977 did indeed print the first Bibles created in America. So how did he finance the printing, where did he get the materials, and where did he print them when the British were so adamant to stop the printing?

I worked out a scenario that answered — you might say “solved” — the problems. Another author might write it differently. Just as another biographer might write about John Adams contrary to David McCullough’s version. The differences between one author’s thinking and another’s can turn nuances into chasms. A liberal author versus a conservative. A person who grew up in a democracy versus communism. A child versus an adult.

However you want to categorize A Cause Most Splendid, I do hope you enjoy the read. I’m certain you never before have heard about it.

U.S. Military Catching Up to “Operation Jeremiah’s Jar”

https://www.dailystar.co.uk/news/world-news/air-force-developing-remote-controlled-24669949

I was heartened to read this morning that the U.S military is catching up to technology that appeared in my novel, Operation Jeramiah’s Jar, written in 2017 and released in 2018.

The headline declares: “US Air Force is developing remote-controlled bird-like ‘microdrones’ with flapping wings”

The subhead: “Their elite research lab is working with designers from Airion Health LLC to prototype a remote-controlled mini air vehicle that can imitate either insect or bird flight”

OK, now, did these scientists read Operation Jeremiah’s Jar back then? Or did they come up with the idea themselves and are they just catching up now?

Whatever the answer, it is a fantastic technology. I hope they use the mini-birds as well as the IDF used the “mini-fly,” nicknamed DiDiFly (for Distance Discernibility), in my novel.

Here’s part of that scene:

“How can you fly so low and not cause alarm?” Max asked.

Lt. Gen. Davidi chuckled and tugged him along by the elbow to a nearby table. Jacob and Dudi joined them. Davidipointed to a large housefly standing on the tabletop.

Max shrugged, not understanding.

Then Davidi reached and picked up the fly. It didn’t react, didn’t fly off, nothing.

Max frowned a question.

“Our drone. We call her DiDi Fly …” Davidi hesitated, turned to Dudi and chuckled, then back to Max, “as opposed to Bibi, or Dudi, or Davidi. The friendly debate has been who it is named after but, the fact is, DiDi stands for Distance Discernibility.”

Max shook his head and pointed at the monitor. “So that’s what is flying along Ramallah’s streets?”

“She,” the general corrected. “She is flying along Ramallah’s streets. Our only concern is if someone sees her and goes after her with a fly swatter.”

They looked back up at the large monitor.

DiDi Fly was weaving her way down a street, past a Fatah police vehicle which appeared to be a 1990s-vintage military Jeep painted blue. A Fatah policeman, a rifle strapped around his shoulders, stood on the sidewalk, talking with someone inside the Jeep.

The skies darkened all about with a coming storm, and Becca said, “We’ve got to get DiDi Fly inside before the rainstorm.”

She maneuvered a lever and DiDi scurried a little faster.

Seconds later, she arrived at a block-wide, one-story mosque shouldering twin minarets to the east and west that soared one hundred feet high. Green lights lit up the even in the daylight.

DiDi approached the front doorway, stopped and floated just above the doorframe. Several seconds passed before the door swung open and two men sauntered out. Without hesitation, DiDi swooped down and entered the building, then soared up into a room whose ceiling was at least twenty feet high.

Even indoors without daylight, the picture was crisp and bright.

Oriental carpets like large scatter rugs covered the floor. The walls were a medium green and the ceiling was filled with colorful designs. What appeared to be a miniature dome of a mosque with columns ran along one wall. This was a prayer hall like the one Max had seen in the Great Mosque of Kairouan, Tunisia, only smaller.

“Your soldier,” Max said, pointing to Becca, “is quite a pilot.”

“You should see her fly a fighter jet!” Davidi said.

No surprise there. Women were crucial to many sectors of the IDF.

DiDi was on the move, reaching the far wall of the large prayer room in seconds. A double-door perhaps ten feet high centered the wall. DiDi again hovered, waiting for the doors to open.

As she hung in the air, Max noticed an oddity. A tall, narrow board announced prayer times. Not unusual for a prayer room. But in this ornate old mosque, on this elaborate signage, the times lit up in red neon. 3:49 … 2:15 … 5:00 … 6:20 … 11:54 … 3:01 … 5:32 … 6:47 …

Max chuckled to himself. What would Muhammad think of neon, eh?

Jacob had just begun to ask Max the source of his humor when the large doors slowly opened, probably because they weighed a hundred pounds or so.

Max held his breath as DiDi slipped through the narrow opening—slim because the little man exiting sidled through, probably not wanting to push the heavy doors apart any farther than necessary.

The next room was small and cluttered as if the prayer hall had been filled with chairs and tables and hassocks and paintings, and everything was pushed in here. Like a bachelor had “cleaned” his apartment by stuffing all his what-notsinto a closet before his girlfriend arrived.

A handful of men sat around on sofas and chairs, listening. To whom?

DiDi backed her way up to the wall above the doors. She seemed like she was perching on the doorframe, just like a real housefly.

“… from the Jews’ settlements to the Knesset,” a burly man wearing a Palestinian kaffiyeh said in Arabic. “We will bomb the settlements from a distance and the Knesset from within.”

“The Knesset from within,” Max said in alarm. He leaned forward.

“From within,” Dudi repeated, then pointed and said, “This man, he wears a Palestinian kaffiyeh, but his accent is Saudi.”

Max frowned. “He looks familiar. I’ve seen his face somewhere.”

Dudi called to a man sitting at a computer.

“Moshe, run facial recognition on him.”

Moshe nodded.

“This intifada? This is no simple ‘uprising,’” the man said, his lip curling in a snarl. “This is a war. Too many of our leaders have said, ‘Control the United Nations and watch it lead the way.’ They have said, ‘Put an iron grip on UNESCO and force a global declaration saying the Jews are interlopers on our land—our land!’ They have said, ‘Kill the Jews a few here, a few there and watch fear do its job.’

Dramatic Reading Released of Prophetic The Last Aliyah

PLYMOUTH, Mass. — With anti-Semitism and anti-Zionism running rampant the world over, the release of the audio version of The Last Aliyahbrings a timely and biting commentary on the dangers facing Jews and the possibility they will not be allowed to return to their homeland, Israel.

My novel gained praise from Chosen People Ministries, Shalom International, Jewish Jewels, the AFA (American Family Association) Journal and others in the Christian world when Elk Lake Publishing released it in 2020.

“Hear The Last Aliyahdramatically read by John Tanner, available on audio book from Audible,” Elk Lake Publishing announced. “Experience the emotions of nuclear fusion developer Omri Zohn and cloaking expert Ethan Rosenbaum as they realize they must leave the U.S. now or forever be trapped away from their much-loved Israel. Race against time with them as a group of Jews try to get home to Israel without being stopped by Homeland Security agents hunting them.”

In The Last Aliyah the United Nations votes to halt all Jewish immigration to the Holy Land, and America and most other countries around the world acquiesce. 

“Evidence is everywhere that this story may play out in reality,” said Leslie, the author of a dozen books of fiction and non-fiction. “Just recently, on May 24, the Wall Street Journalnoted ‘the inescapable sense one gets from the recent rash of (anti-Semitic) assaults that have unfolded in New York, Los Angeles, Florida and elsewhere’ and that ‘outbreaks of anti-Semitism can be a harbinger of something more pervasive.’”

Israeli Defense Forces (IDF) veterans have even been hired to protect Jewish communities in Los Angeles as hate crimes against Jews continue to exceed attacks against all other minorities, proportionately. According to 2018 FBI data, Jews are 2.7 times more likely to be hate-crime victims than blacks and 2.2 times more likely than Muslims.

Chosen People Ministries Vice President Mitch Forman calledThe Last Aliyah“one of the most intriguing stories written about the plight of the Jewish people in the end times…. A must read for Christians who stand with Israel.”

The late Neil Lash, co-founder of Jewish Jewels, called The Last Aliyah “a compelling, fast-moving and timely story, and unfortunately begins with a very scary, but very plausible scenario.”

Frank Eiklor, founder of Shalom International, declared, “This could turn out to be a definitive book, from the shame of replacement theology to the Christian involvement in the rescue of the Jews.”

Blame It All on Saturday Night Live

Officials today are taking a page straight out of Saturday Night Live when Eddie Murphy and Jon Lovitz went out of their way to outdo the other in tales of agony.

“Well, the other day I poked my eye with a corkscrew and it really hurt.”

“Yeah, well I turned a corkscrew once and then twice, then spun it around the other direction. Ouch!”

“Really? Well, I dropped a sword on my foot and sliced off my little toe.”

“The little one? Ha, I was swimming and a boat propeller ran right through my thigh.”

“Yeah, well…”

The insanity today is American government and those who control the beast.

One day the country’s economy was booming with historically high employment, and all-time low unemployment among ever demographic. Taxes were low and companies that had escaped the country during the Obama Administration were returning and employing and paying high wages and doling out bonuses. For the first time ever America was energy independent and free from the choke-hold of Arab countries in the Middle East.

And then Covid-19. And then Mr. Biden won the election. And anything and everything Orange Man Bad had done must be considered verboten. Meaning it must be undone, no matter what. NO MATTER WHAT!

Now we truly know the power of executive orders. Who figured?

• Starting with gas prices which in some places were below $2.00 a gallon. But we must go green, so:

Mr. Biden derails the Keystone Pipeline, putting 52,100 of highly paid union workers out of a job and cutting off vital oil. He followed that up by stopping oil production on federal lands and outlawing fracking after promising time and again that he would not.

(Murphy: “So I peeled the skin off my earlobe…)

(Lovitz: “Oh, yeah, well I…”)

In the aftermath of that, Biden turned around in March and bought 1.033 million barrels of Iranian crude despite sanctions on Iran’s energy sector.

Then, yes, and then, Biden scrapped economic sanctions Trump had placed on Russia’s controversial firm building the Nord Stream 2 pipeline to Germany. 

No, that was not enough. Mr. Biden couldn’t live with himself without suspending oil and gas leases in the 1002 Area, a federally designated oil preserve of the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge (ANWR), reversing a Trump administration achievement in opening up the area after decades of lobbying by Alaska officials.

Honestly. You can’t make this stuff up.

• Then there’s U.S.-Iran Nuclear Deal brokered by Mr. Obama — and next to Nixon opening the Bamboo Curtain — perhaps the most misfortunate (no, let’s call it by it real name, “Stupid”) foreign-policy decision in U.S. history. I mean, $150 billion was surreptitiously loaded onto a plane in the middle of the night and flown to the world’s leading promoter of violence; and this was after signing a deal basically allowing that killer nation to build nuclear weapons. 

When Orange Man Bad got into office he had canceled the agreement with a “maximum pressure” policy whose economic sanctions created economic hardship on an Iran government that wantonly and at will broke the agreement. The nuclear advances in Iran slowed for four years and the some of the citizens started calling for the end of the ayatollah’s rule.

But it was an Orange Man Bad policy, so it had to go.

Uncle not only lifted the sanctions because we all know the world’s leading financer of terror truly needs a nuclear arsenal.

(Murphy: “So I cut off the tip of my finger…”

(Lovitz: “Oh, yeah? …”)

Then Joe promised to return to a policy of partnership with Iran,

Next? Oh, there are so many choices. Hm-m-m… Let’s go with:

• That old bugaboo that keeps changing with the times, the ever-catchy “Climate Change,” a scary topic to so many… yet doesn’t even break into the Top 10 Concerns in any believable survey. Once “scientists” promised there was a impending Ice Age. Oops. Sorry, it’s Global Warming on the scale that beaches everywhere would go under the sea. Oops. Well, climate does change. It has since the beginning of time. God made it that way — kind of a balance, counter-balance sort of thing on this orb we call home.

Orange Man Bad had pulled out of the Paris Accord in which America and others would hamstring their businesses while the world’s two leaders of pollution mongers — China and India — need to do absolutely nothing for a couple decades. 

Hey, you might have noticed that America has clean air and water nowadays. No? Then where do you live?

Mr. Biden corrected this miscarriage of well-meaning and re-entered the country into the Paris pact.

(“So when I threw myself off the cliff, I tripped on a rock and hit my head on the way down…)

(Oh, yeah? …”)

Not happy with this simple solution to climate, Mr. Biden promised to jump all aboard the sound plan called the Green New Deal by promising to be carbon-neutral (that is, net zero emissions) by 2030.

There you go. We’ll be able to breath again, to fish our streams and lakes.

• Right-o, then there are the taxes. 

Mr. Obama had declared America had to face a future with a “new normal” of high employment and few manufacturing jobs.

But Orange Man Bad cut taxes, all taxes, and the failing economy had taken off like a rocket ship. Corporations that had abandoned America because of crippling taxes \started returning. Everyone who wanted a job could get one. Corporations gave out bonuses left and right. The upturn was phenomenal.

(“When I slipped a disc I decided to go skateboarding…”)

Well, Uncle Joe apparently thinks lower taxes is a horrible idea. His move? Raise taxes back up so they are among the highest in the world.

(“I did, too, then jumped out of a plane without a parachute…”)

Here’s the President’s declaration: Only people earning more than $400,000 a year will see their taxes go up.

Right. We all believed that for how long… nope, sorry, we didn’t.

• Ah, and then there’s abortion, considered murder by all those darned Christians. Orange Man Bad, claiming himself a new-born one of those, ended American funding of abortions around the world.

(“The paring knife wasn’t sharp enough to cut my finger nails, so I sharpened it…”)

Uncle Joe, a self-described “deeply committed Catholic” just like Nancy Pelosi, simply had to address this issue. We’re increasing the funding to Planned Parenthood, the leading abortionists in the country, and proposing using taxpayers’ money in-country to pay for abortions outright — the 45-year-old Hyde Amendment be damned.

( “Oh, yeah?…”)

Not only that but we’re reinstituting the funding of abortions globally. So many women are clamoring to cut out that troublesome glob of tissue on their tummies.

• And never would Mr. Biden forget the crowds and stadiums-full of men who feel themselves women and want to change sexes, or women who feel masculine enough to have their body parts snipped off, too. Orange Man Bad was really dastardly with this group.

(“Hey, did you notice how dull that surgeon’s scalpel was that cut off my?…”)

When Uncle Joe took the reins, that trans-denial thinking had to go. If a boy thought himself a girl, he must be allowed in the girls’ showers and bathrooms. No, more: he must be allowed to compete in sports on the girls’ teams. Hooray for equality and equity between the two races.

(“Oh, yeah?…)

Thanks to more progressive decision-making and executive order-signing by Mr. Biden, taxpayers will now foot the bill for “gender reassignment surgery” for active military personnel and veterans. Hold your breath. Some treatments cost upward of $200,000 under an executive order 

But what’s a couple hundred thousand dollars among friends?

(“Remember that spur on my ankle, my cleaver took care of that. Oh, yeah?…”)

There are so many other topics of irony and idiocy — like the overwhelmed U.S.-Mexican border and the never-ending control of gun ownership — but I’ve reached my limit of disgust for one session.

Oh, except that I can’t forget Covid-19. Early on, Orange Man Bad suggested hydroxychloroquinecould be an answer to the pandemic. Well, if it came from that horrible man’s lips, it must be bad. Such an idea must be canceled, just like him. So, with the help of the mainstream media, that thought was nixed. In fact, the FDA outlawed such treatment.

Now we find out that the Health Ministry in Mexico City reports a 76-percent reduction in hospitalizations when people were treated with — what? — hydroxychloroquine and ivermectin. And similar results are reported in India.

So, does that mean Orange Man Bad’s advice could have saved tens of thousands of lives?

How dare anyone think such a thing! You never read that here.

Where are Eddie Murphy and Jon Lovitz when you need them?

Blame It All on Saturday Night Live

Officials today are taking a page straight out of Saturday Night Live when Eddie Murphy and Jon Lovitz went out of their way to outdo the other in tales of agony.

“Well, the other day I poked my eye with a corkscrew and it really hurt.”

“Yeah, well I turned a corkscrew once and then twice, then spun it around the other direction. Ouch!”

“Really? Well, I dropped a sword on my foot and sliced off my little toe.”

“The little one? Ha, I was swimming and a boat propeller ran right through my thigh.”

“Yeah, well…”

The insanity today is American government and those who control the beast.

One day the country’s economy was booming with historically high employment, and all-time low unemployment among ever demographic. Taxes were low and companies that had escaped the country during the Obama Administration were returning and employing and paying high wages and doling out bonuses. For the first time ever America was energy independent and free from the choke-hold of Arab countries in the Middle East.

And then Covid-19. And then Mr. Biden won the election. And anything and everything Orange Man Bad had done must be considered verboten. Meaning it must be undone, no matter what. NO MATTER WHAT!

Now we truly know the power of executive orders. Who figured?

• Starting with gas prices which in some places were below $2.00 a gallon. But we must go green, so:

Mr. Biden derails the Keystone Pipeline, putting 52,100 of highly paid union workers out of a job and cutting off vital oil. He followed that up by stopping oil production on federal lands and outlawing fracking after promising time and again that he would not.

(Murphy: “So I peeled the skin off my earlobe…)

(Lovitz: “Oh, yeah, well I…”)

In the aftermath of that, Biden turned around in March and bought 1.033 million barrels of Iranian crude despite sanctions on Iran’s energy sector.

Then, yes, and then, Biden scrapped economic sanctions Trump had placed on Russia’s controversial firm building the Nord Stream 2 pipeline to Germany. 

No, that was not enough. Mr. Biden couldn’t live with himself without suspending oil and gas leases in the 1002 Area, a federally designated oil preserve of the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge (ANWR), reversing a Trump administration achievement in opening up the area after decades of lobbying by Alaska officials.

Honestly. You can’t make this stuff up.

• Then there’s U.S.-Iran Nuclear Deal brokered by Mr. Obama — and next to Nixon opening the Bamboo Curtain — perhaps the most misfortunate (no, let’s call it by it real name, “Stupid”) foreign-policy decision in U.S. history. I mean, $150 billion was surreptitiously loaded onto a plane in the middle of the night and flown to the world’s leading promoter of violence; and this was after signing a deal basically allowing that killer nation to build nuclear weapons. 

When Orange Man Bad got into office he had canceled the agreement with a “maximum pressure” policy whose economic sanctions created economic hardship on an Iran government that wantonly and at will broke the agreement. The nuclear advances in Iran slowed for four years and the some of the citizens started calling for the end of the ayatollah’s rule.

But it was an Orange Man Bad policy, so it had to go.

Uncle not only lifted the sanctions because we all know the world’s leading financer of terror truly needs a nuclear arsenal.

(Murphy: “So I cut off the tip of my finger…”

(Lovitz: “Oh, yeah? …”)

Then Joe promised to return to a policy of partnership with Iran,

Next? Oh, there are so many choices. Hm-m-m… Let’s go with:

• That old bugaboo that keeps changing with the times, the ever-catchy “Climate Change,” a scary topic to so many… yet doesn’t even break into the Top 10 Concerns in any believable survey. Once “scientists” promised there was a impending Ice Age. Oops. Sorry, it’s Global Warming on the scale that beaches everywhere would go under the sea. Oops. Well, climate does change. It has since the beginning of time. God made it that way — kind of a balance, counter-balance sort of thing on this orb we call home.

Orange Man Bad had pulled out of the Paris Accord in which America and others would hamstring their businesses while the world’s two leaders of pollution mongers — China and India — need to do absolutely nothing for a couple decades. 

Hey, you might have noticed that America has clean air and water nowadays. No? Then where do you live?

Mr. Biden corrected this miscarriage of well-meaning and re-entered the country into the Paris pact.

(“So when I threw myself off the cliff, I tripped on a rock and hit my head on the way down…)

(Oh, yeah? …”)

Not happy with this simple solution to climate, Mr. Biden promised to jump all aboard the sound plan called the Green New Deal by promising to be carbon-neutral (that is, net zero emissions) by 2030.

There you go. We’ll be able to breath again, to fish our streams and lakes.

• Right-o, then there are the taxes. 

Mr. Obama had declared America had to face a future with a “new normal” of high employment and few manufacturing jobs.

But Orange Man Bad cut taxes, all taxes, and the failing economy had taken off like a rocket ship. Corporations that had abandoned America because of crippling taxes \started returning. Everyone who wanted a job could get one. Corporations gave out bonuses left and right. The upturn was phenomenal.

(“When I slipped a disc I decided to go skateboarding…”)

Well, Uncle Joe apparently thinks lower taxes is a horrible idea. His move? Raise taxes back up so they are among the highest in the world.

(“I did, too, then jumped out of a plane without a parachute…”)

Here’s the President’s declaration: Only people earning more than $400,000 a year will see their taxes go up.

Right. We all believed that for how long… nope, sorry, we didn’t.

• Ah, and then there’s abortion, considered murder by all those darned Christians. Orange Man Bad, claiming himself a new-born one of those, ended American funding of abortions around the world.

(“The paring knife wasn’t sharp enough to cut my finger nails, so I sharpened it…”)

Uncle Joe, a self-described “deeply committed Catholic” just like Nancy Pelosi, simply had to address this issue. We’re increasing the funding to Planned Parenthood, the leading abortionists in the country, and proposing using taxpayers’ money in-country to pay for abortions outright — the 45-year-old Hyde Amendment be damned.

( “Oh, yeah?…”)

Not only that but we’re reinstituting the funding of abortions globally. So many women are clamoring to cut out that troublesome glob of tissue on their tummies.

• And never would Mr. Biden forget the crowds and stadiums-full of men who feel themselves women and want to change sexes, or women who feel masculine enough to have their body parts snipped off, too. Orange Man Bad was really dastardly with this group.

(“Hey, did you notice how dull that surgeon’s scalpel was that cut off my?…”)

When Uncle Joe took the reins, that trans-denial thinking had to go. If a boy thought himself a girl, he must be allowed in the girls’ showers and bathrooms. No, more: he must be allowed to compete in sports on the girls’ teams. Hooray for equality and equity between the two races.

(“Oh, yeah?…)

Thanks to more progressive decision-making and executive order-signing by Mr. Biden, taxpayers will now foot the bill for “gender reassignment surgery” for active military personnel and veterans. Hold your breath. Some treatments cost upward of $200,000 under an executive order 

But what’s a couple hundred thousand dollars among friends?

(“Remember that spur on my ankle, my cleaver took care of that. Oh, yeah?…”)

There are so many other topics of irony and idiocy — like the overwhelmed U.S.-Mexican border and the never-ending control of gun ownership — but I’ve reached my limit of disgust for one session.

Oh, except that I can’t forget Covid-19. Early on, Orange Man Bad suggested hydroxychloroquinecould be an answer to the pandemic. Well, if it came from that horrible man’s lips, it must be bad. Such an idea must be canceled, just like him. So, with the help of the mainstream media, that thought was nixed. In fact, the FDA outlawed such treatment.

Now we find out that the Health Ministry in Mexico City reports a 76-percent reduction in hospitalizations when people were treated with — what? — hydroxychloroquine and ivermectin. And similar results are reported in India.

So, does that mean Orange Man Bad’s advice could have saved tens of thousands of lives?

How dare anyone think such a thing! You never read that here.

Where are Eddie Murphy and Jon Lovitz when you need them?

Yet Another Headline Ripped from ‘Torn Asunder’

In case you missed it, here’s another disturbing headlines ripped from the pages of my end-times novel, Torn Asunder:

One headline unveiled: “Global Leaders Support Launch of Think Tank 2022 for the Realization of a Heavenly United Korea.”

Another boomed: “Pence and Pompeo Headline Launch of Think Tank Founded by Korean’Cultist’ Whose Church Says ‘Christian Era H

Another boomed: “Pence and Pompeo Headline Launch of Think Tank Founded by Korean ‘Cultist’ Whose Church Says ‘Christian Era Has Ended’

Yes, it’s true: the organizer is cult leader Dr. Hak Ja Han Moon, the widow of “Moonie” founder Sun Myung Moon. A billionaire, her followers regard her as the “Messiah” and the “True Parent to all mankind” whose goal is to unite all faiths in world peace and harmony.

I find it fascinating that this conference, “Rally of Hope: Think Tank 2022,” calls for “peace under Heavenly Parent.”

I hadn’t heard of this “Heavenly Parent” before. Sure sounds like what they call Dr. Moon, though.

The event’s headliners? You might be surprised to dscover they include former Secretary of State Mike Pompeo, former Vice President Mike Pence, Newt Gingrich, and numerous other delusionals from around the world apparently ready to put their names on anything whose title includes “Peace.”

So, here’s yet another reason to pick up a copy of Torn Asunder: simply to discover what lies ahead for America and the world and Christian believers and unbelievers and various misbelievers.

More and more real-life “proofs” continue happening that are described in the pages of Torn Asunder, published in early spring 2020.

A couple of other notables:

• The House of One, a religious structure being built in Berlin, will be the world’s first house of prayer for three religions, containing a church, a synagogue, and a mosque. It is situated in Fischerinsel, on the site where St. Peter’s, the first church in Berlin, once stood.

• The United Arab Emirates has unveiled plans for an interfaith complex in Abu Dhabi that will unite a church, a synagogue and a mosque.

• The World Court.

• The rise into political prominence of LGBTQ+.

•Anti-Semitism gone amuck, even among America’s Congress.

And yet the populace continues to be hoodwinked. Amazing.

Going Audio

Now this is a strange experience for an author: hearing someone else read your novel aloud… for “publication,” or rather an audio version. 

You’ve slaved over (well, this is a desk job, really, so I’m not comparing this work to, say, a laborer in the salt mines or a woodsman sawing down trees, but you get the drift) your manuscript for weeks, months, a year even. You’ve sliced and diced and nuanced the dialogue; and maybe even sliced and diced a character or two.

You know your characters. I mean, know them — their upbringing, maturity or lack thereof, expertise or lack thereof, character strengths and flaws, and, importantly, their voices from accent to tone to inflection.

You’ve hollered along with your angry antagonist, wept with your distraught heroine, ducked bullets with your hero, maybe even yodeled with that woodsman sawing down the tree.

All of this was done in your own cocoon. Then perhaps you printed out your story and shared the tale (and your “new best friends” and “their worst enemies,” your characters) with your spouse, or writers’ group, or some unsuspecting friend.

But… but no one attempted to read your earth-changing narrative, the 90,000 words that poured out of your mind and tripped off your fingertips. No one — until now.

I say all this to report that I have aligned my future, in an “audio” way, with one John Tanner, a retired teacher in Michigan who has read 13 books and read them very well and is now tackling my The Last Aliyah, a contemporary geo-political novel which weaves the story of a modern-day Underground Railroad that helps Jews escape America for Israel. The circumstances that drive them away may soon become reality, but if you haven’t yet read it, wait awhile and you can listen to it while driving your car or raking leaves on your lawn.

The experience of hearing my words has been everywhere from “No! Really?” to “Now you’ve got it. Jacko, the retired Red Sox first baseman, does not take kindly to his interrogation at the hands of another, younger, black Homeland Security agent.”

Check John Tanner out at http://www.audiobookprime.com. Better still, check out my entire yet-unaudio’d library of novels and non-fiction at http://www.markalanleslie.com.

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