“The time is out of joint, o cursed sprite! That ever I was born to set it right!” Hamlet Act I, Scene 5, line 189-190

That’s about all I can say right now. The world seems particularly crazy, whacko, out of joint.

I can’t go along with the general craziness of American Foreign Policy, transgenderism (the Eugenics of the Twenty-first Century), the evil machinations of the World Economic Forum.

There will be another large scale genocide. I may live to see it, if mass sterilization measures fail to provide a sufficient demographic collapse.

Right now, I am not a Sunbeam for Jesus.