Don't Abort the Feminist Vote

Jesus was a Jew. He subscribed to Judaic tradition except when He expressly diverged from it. And (surprise!) that tradition didn’t just require abortion when the mother’s life was in danger. Ancient Jewish Law allows abortion when carrying a child to term would cause “woe”!

Ten states have passed laws that make no exceptions for rape or incest: Alabama, Arkansas, Kentucky, Louisiana, Mississippi, Missouri, Ohio, Oklahoma, Tennessee and Texas.

Bashing feminists is easy and thoughtless. Trolls heckle us with the claim, “Feminists stopped saying, ‘My body, my choice’ when it came to the vax.” Not I. 

Conservative politicians have an indispensible ally in feminists right now, considering that landslide victories are our best hope of overcoming the election-fraud machine. (It may take a LONG time to eradicate such massive cheating.) So heed us. Real feminists do abound, whether or not we embrace the label. And we’re not kidding about “My body, my choice.”

  
Democrats have outraged feminists like me with their trannie obliteration of motherhood. We’re shocked by their endorsing post-birth infanticide. Our maternal instinct will drive us to vote Republican, if only to get men out of girls’ sports and powder rooms. But we want to get government out of our vaginas.

 

Small government is the essence of conservatism. Without individual rights, there are NO civil rights. If you want to force me to sacrifice my human rights to an embryo, don’t use government. Religion is forceful enough. Your infallible ethics are sufficient to shame any woman out of her sovreignty. Nothing convinces me more deeply than your calling me a Baby Killer. Thrill in the chant! Tribal bonding is irresistible and especially seductive when the tribe is as noble as Catholics and evangelicals. Your frenzy of moral superiority feels great, I know. Yet it doesn’t justify making women slaves to government regulations. 

A human being is nobody else’s property, unless they’re completely contained inside the owner. 

The fetus doesn’t rule its uterus, no matter how cute babies are, or how much contempt you feel for women. 

Special rules apply to us. We get to decide if we give birth. No matter what sexists and the transsexual industry insist, only women should make that decision. If you’re livid that women have ownership of their own bodies, take it up with God. 

I’m Christian and would LOVE to wallow in baby-goo-goo sentiments too. I’m burdoned with a lack of hypocrisy. I’d be more anti-abortion if I’d ever met a single Christian who’d mentioned their opposition to rape outside of the abortion context. On the contrary, the virtue signalers are insisting how wonderful rape babies turn out. Do they realize they’re minimizing the harm of rape? They say rape is extremely rare yet 100% of my abortions were due to rape. Behold your so-called “date” rape: one guy even said he hoped to impregnate me so I’d “belong” to him! Honestly I thank God I wasn’t Christian back then, so my medical procedure was completely uncomplicated psychologically as well as physically. 

Why am I nothing in your eyes? How is it godly to delete me? It’s as if you’re aborting all women who don’t multiply your DNA for you. 

The irony is that, as a repeat “date” rape victim, I was everything a Christian would want in a woman: loving, people-pleasing, forgiving, submissive, small, dainty and pretty. It was relatively safe for me to be all those things because I subconsciously knew I wouldn’t be forced to produce babies for rapists. My life wasn’t thereafter defined by a rapist’s DNA. I was raped but not ruined. 

I was the essence of femininity. And that’s what I want feminism to stand for, in its “5th Wave”: respect for biological femininity. Regretably, rape is the defining factor; transsexual “women” can’t get pregnant (and coincidentally they’re probably bigger and stronger than female rape victims). So they simply don’t qualify for the protection of feminism. Women don’t need to pretend to be as powerful as men if we are just protected from unwanted fetuses. You’d be surprised how nice we can be if we’re not terrorized by the choice between “my life or its!” 

Abortion is a wedge issue, meaning it polarizes the electorate (makes voters more extreme). Wedge issues account for knee-jerk voting along party lines. Like many women, I used to vote Democrat because I knew abortion saved my life. (Sorry, “pro-life” folks who wish me dead.) The cultural chaos we’re in makes wedge issues less reliable for political operatives to play us. So please stop falling for their old games. You may think you’re “saving babies” but you’re promoting big government abuse of power. Women will always find abortion available in Western civilization because ownership of ones own body is the most basic of our Constitutional rights. A woman has rights even if she’s pregnant. 

Don’t like it? Then be a role model of a fantastic parent, and have children whom I’d covet. I’ve met too few parents whom I envy. Instead their libtard kids (for instance) got the (ironically, possibly sterilizing) vax because they wouldn’t listen to their conservative parents who warned them not to fall for the scamdemic. 

Lecturing doesn’t work. We really must embody our ideals if we want others to adopt them. And protest when our ideals are sabotaged or co-opted (like feminism) by malefactors. 

My readership was vastly higher before censorship got brutal. My blog exposed the most nefarious elite crimes to many thousands of truth seekers. Humanity is under attack from the globalist cabal of satanic psychopaths. I’ve risked my life to fight them. More women will stand up to tyranny if you give us the modicum of respect inherent in the fact, “I own my own body.” 

I don’t know why I always preferred writing and other idealistic endeavors over producing more humans. Compassion is my explanation: I devoted myself to preventing human suffering. And unwanted kids suffer. 

The author VC Bestor is Director of the non-profit FangedWilds.org, 

a project encouraging women to engage constructively with apex predators.

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Delicious “Tea Party” Politics

When we’re in the fox holes together, it will be essential to our morale to reminisce about favorite foods. What to talk about with liberal neighbors who FINALLY stopped giving all their power to the government? Right now, they still think all patriots are yahoos who eat nothing but Chik-fil-A and Coors. So consider this a blueprint to liberal cuisine analysis.

Yes, Thai Tea can be “the great uniter.”

Yes, it appeals to the masses due to its caffeine, sugar, and creamy milk. Hence my snob-appeal emphasis on fresh spices. And it really is a disgrace that much of the commercial “Thai Tea” is just black tea with orange food dye! Probably the color originally came from spices. The interwebs however claim that Thai Tea wasn’t invented till the 1980s; somehow I was served it in the 1970s in Los Angeles. Going to college in Claremont, I was enthralled by my first taste of Thai. I’d never eaten much peanut butter (my mom was English) so Peanut Satay Grilled Chicken blew my socks off. But my predilection for sweets elevated the iced tea to Heaven.

Another cultural oddity: I looked for peanut butter in Europe around then, and found it in a tiny jar as an exotic flavoring! I mention this as a reminder of different perspectives. Mormons I knew kept peanut butter on the dining table the way I’d keep the butter dish.

At any rate, the Thai restaurants are the only good reason to stick around Portland, Oregon. So you may want to prepare this for Portland refugees.

THAI ICE TEA FOR TWO 

RECIPE: 

3 tablespoons black tea (Assam, Ceylon, Landrance, etc)

3 ¼ cups water

Crushed ice

1 whole star anise

2 pods whole cardamom

1/4 teaspoon seedless tamarind paste

1/8 vanilla bean or ¼ teaspoon vanilla extract

2 tablespoons sugar, or 2 teaspoons honey, and/or stevia to taste

(Store-bought has about half your daily allowance of sugar in one serving of Thai Tea!)

Approx. ½ cup coconut milk; coconut cream; oat or other nondairy milk; or evaporated dairy milk

(Add sweetened condensed milk if you’re maniacally hedonistic, or fantasizing in a fox hole.)


Crush anise and cardomom with a mortar and pestle. Bring water, anise, cardomom, tamarind and vanilla bean to a boil. (If used, add vanilla extract to cooled tea.) Take off heat and steep black tea in the concoction for 5 minutes. Then strain the mixture.

Vendors in Thailand proceed to “pull” the tea back and forth between pitchers to cool it, an acrobatic display that can substitute for popping it in the fridge for a bit. Mix it with your milk of choice; pour it into glasses over ice; and top with a splash of extra creaminess of some sort. Of course if this tea is just an imaginary vision of patiots in fox holes, add vanilla ice cream on top. Or, if you’re cold, serve this hot (no ice). Hot tea’s warming effect can be enhanced with a pinch of cinnamon.

Coconut milk provides “good” cholesterol, protecting your blood circulation. Dairy milk and sugar, though temporary mood boosters, lack other significant medicinal benefits. Cardamom can be the perfect balance to them, lowering blood sugar and triglycerides (inflammatory fats). Tea is a source of caffeine (whee!) and antioxidants (anti-inflammatory, anti-cancer). Tamarind is also anti-inflammatory and encourages healthy gut bacteria. Star anise adds a licorice flavor and is antiviral, antifungal and antibacterial.

Now don’t you want to stock Thai Tea in your survival food rations?

Orange-blossom water is another common ingredient of Thai Tea that I’d use if I had any. Not many orange blossoms here in Oregon. Did I need another reason to move to Florida?

VC Bestor is Director of the non-profit FangedWilds.org, 

a project encouraging women to engage constructively with apex predators.

"Find the meat of the matter"

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“Lost City” and Romance We’ve Lost

 Genuine Hollywood-insider gossip at the end of this blog! But first... 

I fell madly in love with The Lost City. Bear in mind that I’ve boycotted Hollywood for years, so I’d been deprived of the big-screen experience. But it wasn’t just the cinematography of the island jungle (filmed in the Dominican Republic); even more than the exotic scenery, I loved the protagonist played by Sandra Bullock. 

Bullock* plays a grieving, burned-out romance novelist, “Loretta,” who had once been a serious archeology student. Her knowledge of the island’s ancient language lands Loretta in the clutches of a treasure-hunting billionaire (played amusingly by the Harry Potter actor). I liked the inclusion of his character because I think we need to expose such megalomania of the ultra-rich. (Klaus Schwab, anyone?) But it’s Loretta's character whom I cherish. She’s nerdy but willing to sacrifice her dignity and temper her ideals in order to fulfill her professional obligations. And she hadn’t stooped to writing bodice busters purely for mercenary gain: her passionate romance with her now-dead husband had been the center of her life. 

Love is more important to women than to men: a generalism, but I stand by it. Women bond so deeply, other human beings are literally part of our own bodies! 

One complaint about feminism is that, in its current form, it destroys “la différence” that feeds romance. The ruling cabal of satanic perverts go so far as obliterating womanhood by pretending that a male can give birth, etc. But this movie The Lost City acknowledges “la différence” by having Loretta’s husband be a serious academic while her tendency is more sensual and frivolous. Indeed, she spends the movie in a sequin jumpsuit. 

Admittedly, that gaudy attire had been the brainchild of her publicist, an obese black woman “Beth.” The identity politics here isn’t too annoying. Of course Beth is depicted as being as integral to Loretta’s rescue as the white males. My objection is the idea that Loretta needs Beth bossing her around. But maybe I’m just traumatized by BLM bullies. What’s sad is that Beth is more interested in getting a massage than in a romance with the eager, adorable cargo pilot. I love massage but romance is much better, even if you may have to lose weight to enjoy it. 

Loretta’s love interest is her book-cover model, a Fabio-like “Alan” played by Channing Tatum as a hilarious male bimbo. As one review puts it, 

“The himbo….is an underrated feminist archetype, a positive image of masculinity that simultaneously critiques the kinds of wild expectations we place on men. It’s all about subversion – that what he’s ultimately valued for aren’t the superficial markers of dominance or caveman brawn, but the pure goodness of his heart.”

Loretta calls herself a sapiosexual, a trait I share. So I never bought her attraction to the himbo Alan. I may have slept with an odd idiot because he seemed sweet. But I really can’t imagine falling in love with anyone not my intellectual equal (which is a low enough bar, as you can see.) Analyzing the screenplay as propaganda, I see Alan as the neutered boy-man that our ruling cabal promotes to the detriment of red-blooded patriots and white-supremacist domestic terrorists (AKA normal self-respecting men). 

A side note: studies showed that birth-control hormones, by mimicking pregnancy, influence women to be attracted to homebody types rather than sexier alpha males with more desirable genes. 

As a fellow aging, jaded writer, I can understand Loretta’s temptation to settle for a facsimile of true love. Surely she can use her ingenuity to compensate for Alan’s shortcomings. But I speak from experience: things may get messy if you proceed to get within range of REAL partner material. In the film, Brad Pitt plays the role of a black-ops type who helps rescue Loretta from the depraved treasure hunter. Pitt’s macho man happens to be literate and clever. Love at first sight! 

Sadly, life isn’t a movie. Ladies, indulge your fantasies in the shadows of the cinema, but prepare yourself for the inevitable blinding daylight. At some point in life, we can grow out of the craving for romance, and discover the spiritual satisfaction of connecting with all sentient beings who are capable of affection. We can unearth a lost city, our family of humankind. 


The author VC Bestor is Director of the non-profit 
FangedWilds.org 

a project encouraging women to engage constructively with apex predators. 

"Find the meat of the matter" 

V.C Bestor on Twitter

and FascistBook

*Bullock first won my heart in Blind Side, a movie that undermined the satanic elites’ agenda to disarm our 2nd Amendment: it showed that packing “the equalizer” empowers women at least as much as befriending big black guys. 

Insider Scoop? 

Sandra Bullock was married to Jesse James, giving him this touching accolade: “There is no surprise that my work got better when I met you because I never knew what it felt like for someone to have my back.” Suddenly it came to light that he’d been cheating on her. The gossip: his ex-wife Janine Lindemulder was a honeypot who reportedly seduced the investigative journalist George Webb (Sweigert), sabotaging his relationship after he’d helped expose that the FBI had entrapped the “Christmas Tree Bomber” in Portland. Webb speculated that the FBI had pressured Lindemulder into service by leveraging her troubles with the IRS; she got 6 months in prison for tax evasion.

History is Written by the Vipers

 “Be wise as serpents,” exhorted Jesus a couple years ago. Many of us are only now wising up to the adage, “History is written by the victors.” We call our current era a “Great Awakening” because we finally see though the psy-ops and trauma-based mind control orchestrated by our demonic rulers. We see now their agenda to reduce God’s image to godless materialism and hubris. That nightmare is broken by a new dawn of morality. As we examine earthly powers afresh, we’re inclined to cleanse Christianity of mortal corruptions that amount to millenia of “fake news.” 

Even in the presence of God Incarnate, men like Peter and Judas displayed human frailties to the point of utter evil. So I refuse to kowtow to anything religious that’s tainted by influences that are less than celestial. Human error is an unavoidable feature of free will. 

Do you elevate a book over, say, your own lived experience? Who else made that mistake? Jewish captivity to the Torah’s expectations for the Messiah blinded them to the living, breathing Christ performing miracles for their own eyes to witness. 

Of course many folks are fine with whatever their pastor says. Never mind if he may be a Mason who obediently closes your church for the scamdemic and fortifies other bulwarks of mass hysteria. Who cares if communism is built into sermons as with, say, the Methodists? Conform, and preen. 

Failures of the church through two millenia call me to exercise my God-given instincts. For starters, I take proximity to Jesus into consideration. Thus I give more weight to Mark’s original Gospel and confirmed quotations of Jesus than to, for instance, the latter psychedelic visions of John. That the Bible was collated centuries late does undermine its infallibility. Christianity had accumulated enough power by then to tempt even better men than the consummate evangelist Paul. Paul’s disparaging of marriage, women and gays was just the kernel of what modernity can consider grounds for reassessing our beliefs. Don’t you wonder why the Bible elevates Paul above Jesus’s own brother James and the other acknowledged founding fathers? 

Perils of Pauline 

Jesus’s brother James emphasized humbling yourself to serve the poor and honoring the Laws of Moses, the Jewish foundation of our Messiah. "A man is justified by works and not by faith alone" (James 2:24).

In direct opposition, Paul focused on appealing to gentiles, peddling to them “justification by faith alone,” salvation ensured only by a belief in Jesus as divine. 

Thomas Jefferson, 1822: “Paul.... was the first corruptor of the doctrines of Jesus.”

I’ve only been a Christian for three years. I enter God’s Kingdom like a little child, bringing a freshness of perspective that isn’t worthless. I see that from the backwater of Nazareth has spread a worldwide worship, what I consider more than a metaphor for the Kingdom of God. Our hearts are the Kingdom! And many Biblical scholars recognize Romans’ seige of Jerusalem and destruction of the Temple around 70 AD amounted to the apocalypse. So I believe Jesus is alive right now. 

Though I regret my secular upbringing, I’m lucky to have avoided indoctrination into farces such as the Pope’s infallibility. I’ve never had Rapture dangled as a distraction from my civic duties and other worldly obligations. I’m free from a bias toward the “Pauline tradition.” I prefer giving allegiance to the actual apostles whom Paul slandered contemptuously, including Jesus’s brother James and that most indispensable protagonist of the gospels, Peter. Their Jerusalem Assembly’s emphasis on helping the poor clashed with Paul’s spiel that faith alone can buy your ticket to Heaven. Can you see how the Vatican’s vaults of ostentatious treasures resulted from the elevation of Paul? 

Paul didn’t even know Jesus personally. His prolific writing, while excellent and instructive, reminds me of today’s mainstream media in that its narrative distracts from more essential truths. 

(Or maybe you’re comfortable that Christians are reduced in many minds to gay bashers?) 

I get why early Christians wanted to distance themselves from Jews. Need I explain that the Old Testes-ment is off-putting to an ex-liberal feminist* cat lady? Commanding Abraham to murder his child Isaac, for instance: even when you know the parallel to the sacrifice of Jesus, sensibilities are offended. 

Please click the hyperlinks embedded above to learn more. May the Living God fill you with hope and gratitude’s grace. 



The author VC Bestor is Director of the 

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a project encouraging women to engage constructively with apex predators. 

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I could go on about Jesus forever. Good thing my soul is immortal!*** 

If you’re gluttonous for punishment, there’s more of my babbling below… 

The Lord’s Priors 

Forthwith, my breakdown of the 

Lord’s Prayer: 

Our Father (we are all brothers and sisters, created in His image) 

Who art in Heaven (He’s got a nice home) 

Hallowed be Thy name (Don’t disrespect divinity. His name means “I AM,” so that statement is holy and indicates that existence is sacred. Is it a divine version of Buddhists’ worship of Self?) 

Thy kingdom come (may humans worldwide worship God) 

Thy will be done (may we obey God’s laws) 

On Earth as it is in Heaven (ah, if only we were angels!) 

Give us this day our daily bread (may God allow our survival, not including extra snacks) 

and forgive us our trespasses [or debts] as we forgive those who trespass against us. (Forgiveness is sublime.) 

Lead us not into temptation (WELL, THIS OPENS UP A CAN OF WORMS.) 

[Modern translation, “Don’t let us yield to temptation.” Luke 11 ends it here! Matt 6 proceeds...] 

...but deliver us from evil. (That’s more upbeat, and probably the most basic prayer ever: Dear God, protect me from evil!) 

[And now for the Protestant, non-Biblical ending of the prayer, probably from 90 AD:] 

For Thine is the Kingdom, and the power, and the glory, forever and ever. Amen. 


I prefer scholarship over church expediencies, so I’m interested that some Biblical scholars say the Lord’s Prayer is a collection of Jesus’ phrases that He never presented as a single entity. I learned the prayer as a child, and it struck me as inconsistent with Jesus’ personality: the mention of forgiveness fits, but the rest is not warm with love nor bubbling with the Living Water. I wish it said something uplifting like, “Let me embody Your grace!” But maybe that’s the New-Ager in me. 

I studied Chinese in college and am an acupuncturist so long-indoctrinated in Eastern philosophies. I can’t stop seeing the world as a sort of Manichean yin/yang balance. So I don’t imagine Satan as completely separate from God. Indeed, we love our enemies, precluding absolute separation. A thought about being created in God’s image: doesn’t that indicate that God has an asshole? What if Satan is God’s asshole, and evil is shit? (Sorry but I see satanists as manure, a useful fertilizer.) The Lord’s Prayer does incriminate Him, when the translation is “lead us not into temptation.” Certainly the Old Testament is full of atrocities that God spurs for His own reasons. When Jesus says “be wise as serpents,” it implies that Satan sets a useful standard of attentiveness. 

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Full disclosure: Even before this commie Pope, I was wary of Catholicism, with all the pedophile priests. And why elevate Mary at the expense of our intimacy with Jesus? As a feminist I’d love Mary to deserve such adulation but honestly, she hardly figures in the original story. Even Jesus is dismissive toward her on occasion, like when she prods him to do a miracle at the wedding. And Mark 3 reads: ‘A crowd was sitting around Him, and they said to Him, "Behold, Your mother and Your brothers are outside looking for You." Answering them, He said, "Who are My mother and My brothers?" Looking about at those who were sitting around Him, He said, "Behold My mother and My brothers!"’ He elevated spiritual kinship to blood. 

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* I’m rebranding feminism as “honoring God-given femininity” in opposition to canceling womanhood with transgender appropriations of pregnancy, etc. I actually have nothing against transgender people if they stay out of our sports and restrooms! (Or at least leave the seat down!) Whatever your reflexes to feminism, please consider Christian feminists like me as ambassadors to the innocent dupes of satanic perversions. And maybe you feel enough chivalry to be disturbed by the misogyny spurred by modern phenomena such as Karens. Have mercy on us ladies.  Identity politics is reprehensible, but no more than any other dogma.

* Why did Paul say women shouldn’t speak up in church? Mark 6:3 reads, "Is not this the carpenter, the son of Mary, and brother of James and Joses and Judas and Simon? Are not His sisters here with us?" Two thousand years later, are sisters worthy of being named? I think maybe we’re even worthy of including modern medicine in our personal hygiene. Some of us even have aspirations in life that we don’t subsume to whatever any passing rapist does to us. Why don’t Christians rant against rape the way they do against abortion (mentioned nowhere in the Bible)? Answer: misogyny. 

Take your hatred and shove it (unless you’re a lady: then glove it.) 

*** I think our soul becomes immortal when it qualifies as an archetype. I never follow the herd because our Creator made us creatures in His image: to create creatively. Be yourself fully, in a unique form, and you too can become an abstract template. Well, it sounds cool to a nerd like me.