His name is Aaron Bushnell.  If you haven’t heard of him by now, just google his name and you’ll find his story. It’s about the tragic act of one of the bravest, most sincere human beings of our time.  The mainstream media isn’t saying much about him because they have their orders.  I’m sure that will change as soon as TPTB give them whatever narrative they come up with. The U.S. government isn’t saying much, because they too, have their orders.  No matter though, his story is out there, and nothing TPTB can do will shut it down.

The world has a focus now.  The whole world.  Arabs, Russians, Chinese, the ROW, and even Americans.  We should have already had a focus, but to our eternal shame, we have studiously avoided looking at the massacre taking place in Gaza.  At least most Americans have.  Now Aaron Bushnell has now shoved it right into the faces of even the most determinedly ignorant. The U.S. military and the government are heavily involved in supplying weapons to the monstrous “most moral army in the world” to kill tens of thousands of innocents, women and children, doctors, medical workers, journalists.  These innocents are also being denied food and water.  Some infants have starved to death already, and they are trying to starve them all. A U.S. Air Force member finally stood up tall and said “ENOUGH”!  He has brought about one of those “Have you no shame?” moments into our history, and God willing, it will play out.  

You can bet the bad guys are busy concocting stories right now.  They’re combing his hometown newspaper, his high school yearbook, and any other source(s) of information with which they can find anything with which they can smear his reputation.  Maybe at some time in his life he saw a counsellor, or had a therapist, so he can be sold as some kind of psycho.  Maybe he had some kind of run in with the authorities so he can be pedaled as a criminal miscreant.  Anything to distract the public from the genocide of the Palestinians to which he brought the attention of the world.  And the absolutely unbelievable way he did it.

This will be reminiscent of Colin Kaepernick and the thrashing he took for trying to get people’s attention to the extraordinary police brutality on black people.  He knelt during the national anthem prior to football games.  The media went into overdrive to discredit him.  By the time they were through, Colin lost his football career.  The mainstream narrative completely avoided what he was trying to get across and changed it all to how he disrespected the American Flag, and the citizenry bought it, hook line and sinker.  That was the real travesty.  The man was publicly denied his first Amendment right to free speech and “patriotic” Americans supported it.  Aaron Bushnell’s narrative won’t be so easily twisted.

The story of Aaron Bushnell has already gone around the world several times, and it has only been a few days.  Try as they might to suppress his act, the Zionist-controlled media doesn’t stand a snowman’s chance of getting a lid on it.  They don’t want the world to understand too much about the Zionist genocide in Gaza, the travesty for which Aaron gave his life to inform the world.  Even the dumbed-down Americans. It’s working. He immolated himself at the Israeli Embassy in protest of the Gaza genocide. Our focus now is to keep the fire burning that he so selflessly lit.

This media is the same one that told us of weapons of mass destruction in Iraq, that everyone must, at the risk of their livelihoods, take a vaccine that has been proven to be not a vaccine at all and that kills people.  This media promulgated a story of some terrorists who couldn’t fly a Piper cub navigating sophisticated passenger planes across country and into buildings.  This media told us of Assad’s chemical attack on Dhouma, – proven to be a lie by the very organization tasked with investigating it. These are the people who have told us for two years that the Russians are losing the war in The Ukraine and that President Putin is terminally ill, gay, falls down stairs and craps himself, etc. 

We must not allow the Zionist liars to change the Bushnell narrative away from Gaza, for that will now be the assignment of every tentacle of the mainstream media.  This old hillbilly’s suggestion is to turn the TV off and quit watching any of the network news programs.  They are conniving and duplicitous and they know how to deceive you in so many ways, if you’re not completely onto them, they’ll have you believing your children need sex changes in the name of global warming.  If you have a grandfather who watches the Zionist tripe that passes for news, tell him how he’s being misled.  Show him how to find alternative news sites. 

For believers in Jesus who read this, you should be able to see and understand the degree of evil to which the murderers in Palestine have devolved.  Yes, there are “churches” here in the USA who fully support this nation and the depredations of the IOF.  These are the self-righteous vipers who have convinced themselves of their virtuosity, but Jesus will tell them that He never knew them.  Depart from Me. I never knew you.  The alternative to being with Jesus is being in the eternal fires of hell.  The fire that took the life of Aaron Bushnell only lasted a few moments, but the fires of hell will be for all eternity folks, so you might want to take a second look at who you are supporting.

It’s up to each and every one of us to do our utmost to reclaim our nation.  The same can be said for all other nations who are currently under the control of these vile monsters.  We can start by sharing what we know with those who don’t know what’s going on.  It’s the least we can do for the memory of Aaron Bushnell.  He gave his life to support innocent people; gave his life!  Not a lot of people throughout history have given their lives for others.  I can think of One, though.  Aaron Bushnell died a horrible death to try and drive home the fact that the most insidious act of murder in all of history is happening – are you listening to what he said?

As a frigid dawn breaks across the winter sky, what’s left of my family huddles together in this wretchedly cold farmhouse trying to keep warm against another invasion of the incessant north wind. We knew for years there’d be a war, but few of us could have imagined the severity of it, especially for the few who survived the “war”, and especially this far out from a major city. This old house almost burned down, but we were able to save enough of it so that we can survive. If you want to call this survival.

For years it seems that people had been hearing of all the rich and connected folks who got busy building bunkers and stocking them with supplies intended to tide them over when the inevitable happened. They expected to go into their holes and sit tight watching movies and playing video games until such time as it would become safe to slither out and supposedly resume their entitled lives in which whatever few survivors would be waiting with adulation and fanfare to greet them. Yes, they were that deluded. Now that those few begin to see signs of their emergence, great fanfare isn’t exactly what the sick and hungry survivors have in mind.

Some of the larger refuges were intended to house government officials and their families, so they were excavated to facilitate relatively large numbers of people. Huge underground shelters made with reinforced concrete were designed to house any and all who might be required to provide for a preposterously planned continuity of government in a post-apocalyptic scenario. I personally believe they were all building their tombs.

When the bunkers were being built, multitudes of “commoners” were involved – truckers, construction hands, plumbers, electricians, welders, etc., who were never intended to be – nor did they become, part of the inhabitants of said shelters, just the labor used to build them. Were all of these people expected to forget where the bunkers were located? Where the entrances, water supplies, and air vents were, and how to excavate the holes they already dug once? Just what were those entitled individuals thinking?

As we try and patch up the holes in our crumbling walls and the ever-present hunger pangs gnaw at our very souls, we reflect on that somber autumn morning when the world turned upside-down. As I was outside tending the livestock, there were ominous rumblings, almost like the thunderous sonic booms some of us remember from back when technology reached the threshold where airplanes could fly faster than the speed of sound. I’m not sure they realized there would be window-shattering sonic booms until those fast jet planes started flying faster than sound. Anyways, when the big bombs started going off, that’s the first thing that came to mind, but only briefly. It didn’t take a lot of dot-connecting to realize what was afoot.

We always thought of times when the power would go out, but when it finally happened, the actuality of it hit home. Wow! Not only did it go out, but deep down we knew it would never come back on. When our enemies overseas finally got enough of the threats and pillaging by the western world and lit off the orbiting satellites containing EMP producing devices, we stepped through the door of destruction, our world caught on fire, power lines, automobiles, and just about everything with an electrical coil simply burst into flames. Huge conflagrations started everywhere there were wire fences, electrical power lines, transformers, substations, or anything made of wire kindled the near-complete destruction of developed nations. We ran inside and after frantically putting out the fires, we could only wait and wonder if we were about to be vaporized. Considering what our lives have devolved to, it would have been more merciful if we had. The cold nights are almost too much to bear.

The worst part of all this is the fact that no one knows the extent of the destruction. Did Washington DC get annihilated? How many of our big cities got wiped out? Communications are completely obliterated. There were a few folks around who everyone considered to be nuts that were known as preppers. Some of them kept CB radios, but most of them got fried in the EMP. A precious few survived, but it’s next to impossible to get to them to find out what they might know. Most information that does get through is of little help anyway. From the looks of our situation, it seems that our nation as we knew it is gone for good. I guess we “lost” the war, but our enemies devastated and contaminated the landscape to the extent that they won’t be sending a “conquering army” over here anytime soon. Nevertheless, the “preppers” have since become folk heroes everywhere there are survivors looking for a bowl of beans.

Radiation is everywhere and will be for a long time, it’s the primary concern for everyone who might have survived and is still breathing. Most of the living are – or have been – terribly sick from radiation poisoning, but a few seem to be immune to it. Maybe they’re the ones who pray – that’s the only explanation I can think of. I ran into one of these types who was among the very most prepared of the preppers. Before everything went south, he bought an old diesel pickup truck and completely gutted the electrical system. No battery, no starter. He parks it on a hill so he can start it by getting it rolling and popping the clutch. It works, but fuel is scarce, so he only uses it for essential things like hauling wood.

We only have a few chickens left, the goat got sick and died, and out of nine dogs on the farm, we have a couple left, but they’re sick a lot. We eat, and are thankful for, a lot of squirrels and rabbits. We’re fortunate enough to have a spring on the property, and what few neighbors we have left come over braving the outdoor air to fill bottles and jugs from it. So far, I guess the water’s ok, at least no one is getting sick from it so far. We were only marginal preppers, but we did have the foresight to stock up on a bit of extra food, but I really think we’re just postponing the inevitable. But then, who knows? We like to imagine that by some miracle we can be evacuated to a safe place, but in reality, we don’t even know if there are any safe places anywhere. Sort of like not so long ago when the people of Gaza undoubtedly imagined that some great nation would come to their rescue during their holocaust, but much to the shame of the world, that didn’t happen either.

For years, some scientists maintained that a nuclear exchange would precipitate what they called a nuclear winter. Even though as a result of the pandemic and green revolution and a lot of other nonsense, most of what passed for science came to be revealed as a bunch of malarkey, I guess they got the nuclear winter part right, because we are well into what should have been spring, but it’s desperately cold! I really miss having a weather forecast to look at, but there are none anymore, and there probably won’t be, especially the weather discussions that depended on satellites – they’ve obviously all been destroyed. We have to go back to the old way such as “red sky in morning…”

There’s no internet anymore, no microwave ovens, no running water. I saved every blanket and quilt I could get my hands on for years, and they are certainly coming in handy now. There’s no music, no television, no football games. No one knows how Kim Kardashian is doing, nor do they care. Much of our former life has been revealed for the useless nonsense it was. It’s hard to remember how we cared for things that really matter, or if we did at all. It was all about new cars, boats, flights to vacation spots, and a thousand other things that don’t mean squat now. We actually sat in front of CNN on the TV and believed all the lies they spoon fed everybody as if there would be no tomorrow with which to reckon.

There’s a tiny rivulet running from where our spring comes out of the ground. I watch it a lot these days, because if it dries up, we’re going to be in serious trouble. As I sit out here breathing what could be contaminated air (I’ve been so sick I really don’t even care anymore), watching that tiny trickle of life-giving water, I search my heart and continually ask myself, “What could I have done to help prevent this?” Hundreds of millions of human beings have been destroyed, killed, vaporized – with their bones strewn across the land. Huge cities, once thriving metropolises, now are no more than huge smoldering craters, with innumerable ghosts looking on, each and every one asking themselves, “What could I have done…?”